The moon in the sky was eaten until there was only one bite left, but there was still bright moonlight sliding onto the windowsill.
The hunter in the coat stood up and blew out the weak light on the candlestick. The handle of the gun in his hand was soaked in a mixture of alcohol and sulfur.
The hunter's unique sensitivity made him feel that the wind was restless tonight, but the copper bells around the house made no sound.
He stared at the linen curtains that were thick enough to cover up the smell, the shattered windows and a cold bloody hand that reached in and grabbed his jaw, breaking all the deliberately created silence.
The tall hunter fell to the ground unexpectedly, and the intruder overwhelmed the hunter with a strong impact.
He was wearing a robe as black as a raven, and the long-traveling boots stepped on his wrists viciously, almost crushing the hunter's wrist bones with just one more inch of force.
The red eyes undetected by the hunter under the hood stared at the hunter's ferocious face, realizing that he was the person he was looking for. The intruder forced him to look up at him with his palms, which had a body temperature much lower than that of a human.
The gun in the hunter's hand had been removed early and thrown to the other end of the room. As a hunter, he probably couldn't figure out who it was and why his movements were so strong. His seemingly slender body was so strong that he couldn't break free.
The intruder sat astride him, pressing his hard knees against his fragile abdomen. The suppressed hunter opened his eyes wide and looked at the dark face under the hood.
It wasn't until he blinked that his blood-filled eyes were revealed, like a heart that had been cut open and exposed, thick but extremely cold.
The hunter would never forget seeing such eyes for the rest of his life.
There are many fears in this world, but all of them are not enough to describe the feeling of the vampire hunter at this moment being attacked by the vampire he once hunted and killed - these red eyes and this amazing power made the hunter understand that he was definitely not an unknown rat.
While he was still in shock, he didn't know how the vampire in front of him came back from that tragic crusade.
The intruder pried open his mouth with the gun in his hand, and stuffed the cold silver barrel into his mouth until deep in his throat.
The hunter's physical pain and psychological panic soon burned into anger due to this provocative action, and the barrel of the gun rattled as he bit it with his teeth.
Faced with the hunter's anger, he spoke, and the intruder's voice was like the whistling wind outside the window.
"Once affiliated with the AAA-level Vampire Hunter Guild in the South." The deep and hoarse voice was full of anger, hiding the hatred that had been brewing for many years.
"Participated in the crusade 30 years ago, with 79 hunters, 43 casualties, and one vampire killed."
"Now let me ask you, you who claim to be righteous, do you still remember who the vampire was?" Pulling out the barrel of the gun to let the hunter answer his own question, he spat blood on the intruder's face.
The intruder wiped away the blood indifferently, clenched his fist and used the most merciless straight punch to break his nose and eyebrow bone. There was a dull sound of bone breaking under his hand, and when he raised his hand, it was still bloody.
The hunter spit out more blood, but the intruder was not interested. Instead, he grabbed his hair and asked him to see his eyes clearly, "Tell me."
You Ming's red eyes poured out the blood of the whole world, staring at the hunter who couldn't breathe, and he painfully said the name the devil wanted.
"Dean, Dean, Dean Vincent!" He still remembered that vampire, with a pair of pure blood-red eyes.
The person in front of him has the same eyes as Dean, which makes the hunter think that the intruder is the vampire who was defeated 30 years ago.
"You are him, you can't be him?!"
The vampire who had never heard of death came back to life, and the dead demon came again. He finally succumbed to the fear in his heart, with a look of horror on his face.
"Today you will pay the price for killing 'me'."
Gunshots rang out, and the bells around the house made a clear and sweet sound with the wind.
Intention: Is eternal life salvation or destruction?