My Vampire Guy

When the long and short hands of the clock touched the number twelve, Harvey’s car appeared in front of Samson’s house.

If possible, Harvey would like to walk here at the speed of a rocket and then go straight into the forest with his friend in an instant.

However, he was forced to limit the risk of being discovered by everyone to the lowest level.

The photo of three human silhouettes is a sharp reminder for him and Samson.

Not long after the message was sent by Harvey, Samson appeared. He opened the car door, sat in, and nodded to signal his friend to leave.

– Does Lucasta still wake up in the middle of the night? What if she runs to your room and doesn’t see you? Harvey asked as he pressed the accelerator pedal.

– I gave her an anesthetic. We have two hours to get back.

– Anesthesia is harmful.

– Just reluctantly. Can we go in the daytime?

The car sped along the late-night road and after an hour had passed, it reached a deserted road.

Both vampires quickly got out and moved at breakneck speed. In less than ten minutes, their heels touched the castle gate.

While Samson was busy unlocking the lock, Maris’s owl suddenly flew in and landed on Harvey’s shoulder, then quickly flew away, leaving a red stain on his expensive white shirt.

– Damn it, does it think I’m a rag? Harvey grumbled, reaching out to wipe gently, but it only made the stain spread more.

Although the castle is uninhabited, the inside is still lit by eternal light bulbs thousands of years old.

Because Samson knew the trip to the city would last a month, he brought large light bulbs from the basement up here to replace candles.

Vampires can live without light, but because Samson and Maris were once human, deep down inside they still have their own unique feelings.

He felt that the light created a warm feeling and helped him feel less lonely and cold.

He was afraid of the feeling of going somewhere for too long and when he returned, he would find the castle in the dark and lonely night.

– Oh my god, you haven’t taken me to the drawing room in all these years. It turns out Lionel didn’t just have a few memorable paintings. If these things were put up for auction, they would make a lot of money. Harvey’s voice was full of reproach when he witnessed the enormous artistic fortune of the artist who he thought had turned into dust five hundred years ago.

– Every Christmas you just stand outside the gate looking at the castle, can I pull you in?

Samson’s beautiful hands quickly flipped through each painting in the pile of old paintings to find what Harvey wanted.

The fact that Star Group bought a painting from Crown Prince Kamala to organize a fundraising auction has been reported in the press for a week now, so the “Half the Forest” painting had to appear there.

– Why are there two identical paintings? I have never seen an artist paint two identical paintings. Harvey spread the painting on the table and asked.

– They are different. Half the forest on the left and half the forest on the right. However, only I know what’s different between them, no one else will notice.

Just as Samson affirmed, even though Harvey tried to use his sharp eyes to meticulously observe every line and compare the two paintings, he still did not notice any differences.

According to Harvey’s memory, the year this famous painting appeared was also the time when Star Group fell into a financial crisis due to the effects of war, conflicts, and epidemics.

By now, Harvey understood that the money Samson gave him to help the company overcome difficult times came from the timeless paintings painted by this guy himself.

– Who else are you, Samson? A mysterious physicist or a famous composer whose face no one sees? Harvey turned to the person next to him and asked.

– Do you want to get a few more paintings to auction?

– No, journalists and appraisal experts will wonder and search for the name of the collector who owned them to confirm Lionel’s painting. I must limit any risks that are likely to arise.

To be honest, Harvey feels a little sorry for those who love Lionel’s drawing and painting style when this treasure of Samson’s can never be displayed before their eyes.

However, if they knew that the artist was a thousand-year-old vampire, surely no one would want to own or admire his masterpiece.

These typical red and yellow paintings will make them think of human blood, not romantic, nostalgic autumn.

– Oh, did you draw yourself and Lucasta? Harvey stepped forward, tilting his neck to look at the painting of a couple hanging on the wall.

– No, I drew her, and she drew me.

There was a hint of sadness in that answer. Although it was only fleeting, Harvey still easily recognized it.

The deadline was getting shorter and shorter and Harvey understood that Samson was not happy about having to leave the little girl he had personally cared for for the past ten years.

– What excuse would you use to leave her behind? Married? Or go abroad?

– It’s simple, I will say the city air is polluted and makes it difficult for me to breathe. Lucasta loves her brother very much, so she will definitely tell me to return quickly.

– But she will force me or Aurora to take her to visit you.

– Just shake your head.

– Completely cut off?

– Right. Over time, Lucasta will find herself and those around her aging. I don’t have the talent to disguise like you. A face that doesn’t age for ten years is already a miracle, but in the eleventh year, I will be suspected.

– She will come here herself.

– She is very shy.

The conversation ended, but Samson’s anxiety doubled. He also didn’t know if Lucasta had the guts to look for him like Harvey said.

No taxi would dare to take her to this remote place except human traffickers and smugglers.

If she wants to come here, she can only walk and face the dangers that always lurk.

Just as the golden lock was locked, the shadow of Maris’s red dress appeared.

The owl had returned and informed her that there were visitors to the castle opposite. She didn’t think Samson would come back while there was still time left, so she assumed it was Harvey.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

– We came to pick up the paintings for auction. Oh, did you know that Samson is Lionel? Harvey happily started talking as soon as he noticed Maris’ surprised expression.

– Of course. – The female vampire calmly replied.

– What?

– The painting Ghost Castle displayed at the World Museum is Vincent’s castle. If Lionel is not Samson, he can only be Vincent.

After finishing speaking, Maris approached Samson and gave him a pink wool scarf.

Fall was almost half over and winter would soon come, so she knitted this scarf as a gift for the little blonde girl.

Her heart was also extremely uneasy when she thought of the day Lucasta was alone in a city full of strangers.

Letting her live in the same house with Aurora or Harvey for a long time is impossible because if they are a little careless, all the secrets will be revealed.

– Lucasta likes the color pink. Please tell her this is my early Christmas gift. I’m really worried when I think of the day you leave her. Maris’ voice was sad with a sigh.

– People living among humans have nothing to worry about. You should worry about me and Samson.

As soon as the words ended, Harvey disappeared with Samson because there was not much time left.

In the middle of a quiet night in the forest, only Maris was left alone. She took the owl from her shoulder and hugged it, stroking its silky feathers as a way to soothe herself.

At first, it was true that she wanted Samson to quickly return Lucasta to the outside world to ensure the safety of him, and her, and to let Lucasta live a proper life.

But now, as that day approaches, she feels extremely sad and worried.

The car quickly turned around and drove at high speed back to the city.

Because Harvey felt the atmosphere was too quiet and stuffy, he turned on the radio to listen.

The late-night news ended with statistics on the number of people in the city and neighboring provinces who have gone missing over the past ten years, including children, teenagers, and even the elderly.

Harvey initially didn’t pay any attention to the news until the announcer’s voice quoted the police chief saying that they were definitely kidnapped and eaten by a group of blood-sucking creatures.

This conclusion was made because the border police have not detected any large-scale human trafficking cases in the past ten years.

Because the government doesn’t want people to panic, they withheld information and tried their best to investigate, but so far there have been no results.

The number of people reported missing has been increasing and has peaked in the last two months, forcing the police chief to notify the people so they can be vigilant and pay attention to suspicious people.

– Do they mean vampires? I thought Vincent and I were the last remaining descendants of two famous pure-blood vampire families. I didn’t bite anyone’s neck and I didn’t give birth. Could it be that the Sun God didn’t curse only you?

While Harvey reasoned haphazardly, Samson felt insecure. He was worried that someone would break into the house and take Lucasta away.

Seeing that the person next to him looked worried, Harvey understood and accelerated as much as possible.

Fortunately, the roads were empty, with no vehicles or people because after the news was broadcast in the afternoon, everyone refrained from going out late at night.

Famous and bustling entertainment venues also closed at eight o’clock in the evening because there were no customers.

As soon as Samson got out of the car, he rushed into the house and ran to Lucasta’s room. Seeing her still closing her eyes and breathing steadily, his heart felt light.

His hand gently touched her plump face, brushing away the loose, sticky hair.

Lucasta didn’t like sleeping in air-conditioned rooms, so he only bought her an electric fan in case it was hot. Because the plug was loose, it made her sweat.

– Samson, I want to eat bacon. Lucasta smacked her mouth and said dreamily.

– Anyone who doesn’t know will think I don’t give you enough food. Why do you always dream of food?

After the love reprimand, Samson gently bent down and kissed Lucasta on the cheek. He saw that her cheeks looked like two steamed buns, both fragrant and soft.

Poor him, just as he raised his head, Lucasta suddenly reached out, hugged his neck, and pulled him down.

When their lips touched, she immediately opened her mouth and took a bite because she felt it was as fragrant and soft as the piece of meat she saw in her dream.

Even though he was in a lot of pain, he didn’t dare to scream and just endured it until she let go.

Under the dim light of the night lamp, he saw that her lips were covered in his blood.

– Who is the vampire? I have never bitten you.

Samson grumbled while using his own ability to heal the wound and then used a towel to wipe his reluctant sister’s mouth.

He had to admit that her teeth were also sharp.