He gradually woke up from his dream of feasting and stared at the dark room filled with smoke. There are so many strangers here, how different human beings look and how desperate and evil their plight is. Like him, he will not die, but death is breathing in every one of them.
Where is Tamaris? He can’t find him! He got up from the bench and was eager to harden his ugly body away from the victim. He once again walked into the crowded crowd and ran into a man with a harsh face and a fierce look. This man thought he had seized the opportunity to quarrel.
"Did you push me, man?" The man said that he squinted and hated staring at Senna.
"Come on," Senna said, probing each other’s hearts. "Did you just let someone hit you and kill someone?"
"I once tried," the other person said that his lips were bent into a cruel sneer. "I will kill you too if you don’t leave."
"But let me give you a kiss," Senna said, and then grabbed the man’s shoulder and bent over to pierce the fangs, but the people around him didn’t notice the hidden fangs. They laughed at this intimate and liberating gesture. He drank a lot and then licked the wound skillfully to heal it.
The hateful stranger was confused, weak and stumbling, and his friends continued to laugh.
Senna quickly left here and walked into the snow. He found Marius waiting for him. The wind blew harder, but the snow stopped.
"Now my thirst for blood is so strong," Senna said. "When I was sleeping in the ice, I bound it like a wild animal, but now it controls me. Once I am gone, I can’t stop. Even now I want more."
Then you will get more, but you can’t kill even in such a big city. Come with me.
Senna nodded. He had already killed someone. He looked at Marius and silently admitted his crime. Marius shrugged his shoulders. Then he put his arm around Senna’s shoulder and they moved on.
"We still have many places to go."
When they went back, it was almost Lebanon.
They went to the wooden room where Marius showed Senna a room carved in stone. The walls of the room were cold, but there was a luxurious bed with bright linen curtains. The bed was full of complicated stitching. The mattress looked thick, and so were many pillows.
Senna was surprised that there was no cellar, no real hiding place, and anyone could find him here. It was as common as his cave in the north, which was much more attractive and luxurious. His limbs were so tired that he could hardly speak, but he felt uneasy.
"Who can disturb us here?" Marius asked, "He bloodsuckers sleep in this strange darkness just like us, and mortals can’t enter this place, but if you are worried, I can find another shelter for you."
"Do you sleep like this?" Senna asked
"What’s more, the bedroom is like a mortal, and the bed is comfortable and the limbs are flat. The only enemy that ever hurt me was a large group of bloodsuckers. They came when I was sober, and they had to. If you like, I can tell you that terrible story."
Marius’ face darken as if just that disaster had awakened terrible pain.
What Senna suddenly understood was that Marius wanted to tell his own story. Marius needed to say a lot of things, just as Senna needed to hear words. Marius and Senna met at the right moment.
But that will be the night. The night is over. Marius got up and went on talking. He promised.
"Light can’t reach you, you know, and no one can come here to trouble you. Sleeping and dreaming are what you have to do. We’ll talk about it later. Now allow me to leave Daniel, my friend. He is still young. He fell to the floor next to his little kingdom and slept. I had to force him to sleep in a comfortable place, although I sometimes doubt whether there is such a thing."
"Can you tell me one thing before you go?" Senna asked
"if I knew," Marius said gently, although he suddenly seemed irresistibly hesitant. He seemed to have a heavy secret, but he was afraid to do so.
"Shore-walking vampire" Senna said, "Looking at the beautiful shell people one by one. What happened to her?"
Marius breathed a sigh of relief. He stared at Senna for a long time and then he answered cautiously.
"They said that she gave up giving birth to her in the sun. It’s not that old. One night they found her in the moonlight. Her shells made a big circle around themselves, so they knew that she died on purpose and there were ashes. In fact, some of them had been blown away by the wind. Those who loved her were nearby. They watched the wind blow away all the leftovers until early."
"Ah, what a terrible thing," said Senna. "Isn’t she happy with us?"
Marius seemed to be puzzled by Senna’s words. He gently asked, "Are you happy with us?"
"I think … I can say yes again." Senna hesitated in the fourth chapter.
Translate blue ghost
His oak burns well and wakes up in the smell. His soft bed is tossing and turning. He doesn’t know where he is for a while, but he is not afraid at all. He is waiting for ice and snow and loneliness, but he is in a good place and someone is waiting for him. He has to get up and go upstairs.
Everything suddenly became clear. He and Marius, his strange but hospitable friend, were waiting for him in a beautiful new city full of hope and hope.
He got up warm and comfortable, stretched himself out in the room, and looked around. He found two ancient glass oil lamps, which looked so safe here, and the wooden wall paint was so beautiful.
The chair has a clean linen shirt for him. He struggled for a long time with those little buttons to put on his pants, which are still very new. He wears wool socks, but the ground is smooth and warm without shoes.
He took the stairs and let his footsteps announce his arrival here. It seemed appropriate to do so, so as to let Marius know that he was coming without appearing rash or furtive.
He came to the door where Daniel built his strange town, stopped and quietly looked at it. The blond boy was angry with Daniel. He worked as if he had not rested during the day. Daniel looked up and gave Thorne a bright smile to express his greetings.
"Thorne, our guest," he said with a hint of mockery, but Thorne thought it was a hint of emotion.
"Daniel, my friend," Thorne said, his eyes swept across the small valley, a small train with bright windows was speeding, and Daniel was currently paying attention to the dense jungle
Daniel’s eyes went back to his work as if they hadn’t talked just now. He was dyeing the young trees green.
Thorne was about to leave Daniel quietly, but he said again.