[Third-person narration]
I come from the planet AT310.
As one of the strongest psychics, my home planet's people stripped away my human emotions and turned me into a weapon of murder.
Later, they grew wary of my abilities and tried to kill me.
I survived and crash-landed on Blue Star, gravely injured.
A man saved me.
He was tall and handsome, with impeccable manners, but he was always coughing as if he didn't have long to live.
Blue Star's humans are so fragile. I decided I'd give him a proper burial when the time came.
My body recovered quickly, but so I wouldn't frighten him, I had to keep pretending my injuries hadn't healed.
Then one night, I opened my eyes to find him holding me, his cold lips lingering at my neck.
"Ling Yue... haven't your injuries healed yet?"
Whether my injuries had healed was beside the point.
Why didn't he have a heartbeat?
*
Duan Sicun was the last vampire in the world.
Life was dull, and he was tired of living. As he prepared to climb into his coffin and sleep, he found a half-dead young man.
The young man was stunning, and his blood smelled delicious. Saving him was a good deal.
But gradually, his peaceful life began to change.
An extraterrestrial creature watched him from the window. An alien followed him at night. A strong smell of blood appeared in the house from time to time.
He knew all these monstrous things were after the young man he'd saved.
When Duan Sicun came home that day, he discovered that an alien species had invaded.
He bit through the alien's neck, thinking that the young man had better not have died just like that.
When he turned around, the young man, whose leg had been lame, appeared behind him and swiftly took down an alien with one hand.
Amid the wreckage, their eyes met.
Ling Yue: ?
Duan Sicun: ?
*Archived on November 2024
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