Chapter 18

Chapter 18

"Fred, doesn't it matter what price you pay for Dorothy?" Raphael's heart was obviously happy, but on the surface it was still painful, and his sad expression clearly told Fred a message: Dorothy, it may be hopeless.

"Yes, I don't care what the price is! Raphael, hurry up and save her!" Fred has the impulse to cry again. He really doesn't want to see Dorothy die like this because of his fault, which will make him feel guilty all his life.

Rafael didn't want to continue to torture the cute vampire. He picked up Dorothy and walked upstairs to Dorothy's bedroom: "Fred, come up."

He did not dare to hesitate or hesitate. He followed Raphael in three steps and two steps.

Raphael put Dorothy on ** smoothly, covered her with a quilt, and dropped a good night kiss on her forehead as usual. Raphael was in the mood to talk about how he planned to save their common little angels.

"Fred, be happy. Don't be so sad." Raphael patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's not as bad as you think, at least for now."

"You mean..." Fred looked into his eyes uncertainly. After what happened just now, Fred couldn't even believe his ** ears.

Raphael grabbed Fred's shoulder and gently raised a smile: "She does have a soul, and most of the souls are still intact, but the lack of a small part of the soul will make her soul incomplete. I just have an idea, an idea, you know, the devil has no so-called soul, so..."

"No! It doesn't matter! In order to make up for my mistake, Raphael, use my soul to complete Dorothy's soul!" Fred quickly said what Rafael was going to say, but he didn't mean to refuse at all, which more or less surprised Raphael: "You probably didn't understand what I mean, Fred, I mean..."

"I completely understand the meaning of what you said, Raphael, I completely understand! Hurry up, I don't want to know her for a moment and go on like this. Souls are useless for vampires. He took a deep breath and fully understood what kind of pain it would be waiting for him, but he still resolutely opened his arms to Raphael, "Gentle, Raphael."

"You know I've always been a very gentle person." Raphael saw that Fred was so resolute and said nothing more and walked towards him. It's really a rare thing to see this little vampire and Dorothy get along so well. You know, when Dorothy first came to the bar, our vampire count wanted to eat her! Raphael took the corners of his mouth, held Fred in his arms, held his head, exposed his slender and pale neck, and bit it gently.

Fred's eyes suddenly widened. He grabbed Raphael's clothes on his back and couldn't even say a word in pain.

Unlike vampires, what the devil cares about is just the soul. This way of directly biting the soul will be more painful than vampires sucking blood, which is more unbearable, but for Dorothy, Fred is willing to endure everything. So, he closed his eyes, and his slender eyelashes trembled in the moonlight. Even he couldn't help breathing.

Losing his soul will remind him of unhappy things. Fred is not just Dorothy. He has too many unhappy things to defeat his spirit.

On that night with the aroma of gin, the handsome Fred, the successor of the old Count Fred, turned into a vampire.

From then on, the dark life came.

The sun punished him, his family abandoned him, and all the glory was far away from him.

Oh, and his poor sister, a newborn baby, is pink and tender, extremely cute. Under his gaze, he was swallowed by the cruel werewolf without even a finger left.

What can I do by myself? He is just a vampire who has just been involved in the world. He has no power. He can only hide cowardly behind the tree and watch the werewolf leave after a full meal with tears in despair. In his heart, he is still praying that he will not find himself! Oh, incompetent Fred, incompetent Fred!

"Hey, Fred, are you all right?" Seeing the confusion of Fred's turquoise eyes, Raphael quickly grabbed his shoulder and shook it hard. "I just sucked a little bit of your soul, just a little bit. You don't have unpleasant thoughts, do you? Or has your brain never stopped? Oh, wake up, Fred!"

There began to be a scene in front of the foggy eyes. The first thing that came into view was Raphael's anxious face, and then the familiar dark small bedroom. How many times have I hung upside down outside the window of this small bedroom and looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the people in the bedroom. How many times did I accompany her and didn't leave until dawn. Now, she can actually enter this small bedroom and clearly see Dorothy, with a slightly rosy and shiny face.

"Raphael, are you ready?" Fred slowly stood up straight and felt dizzy, just like there was something missing in life, and he couldn't even lift his strength. Raphael hurriedly held him: "Don't worry, Fred, I'm done. Can you take a break now?"

"Thank you, Raphael." With the help of Raphael, Fred returned to his cold cellar, the soft coffin.

"Good night, Fred." Raphael gently moved the lid of the coffin to the coffin and left the cellar.

Alas... There are still a lot of things waiting to be done. Looking at the messy bar and a shriveled body in front of him, Raphael couldn't help sighing deeply and rolling up his sleeves to work.

The early morning sun penetrated into the room. Raphael looked at the clocks hanging on the wall. Dorothy should get up, but her soul had just been repaired, so it was better to have more rest.

Raphael shook the drops of water on his hand and finally wiped the floor soaked in blood. As for making breakfast, that kind of thing was as simple as blinking or breathing for Raphael. A few minutes later, he walked upstairs with a silver tray.

After knocking on the door, Dorothy answered him weakly, "Is it Raphael?"

"Yes, Dorothy, can I go in?" Raphael is like a young and tall knight protecting the princess in front of the princess, and the golden sun outlines his lines as perfect as a god.

"The door is unlocked. Come in!" Dorothy's voice was still weak. When she saw Raphael coming in, she couldn't help frowning in distress. "Raphael, I don't know what's going on. I don't have strength all over. I just want to sleep. It seems that I can't go to school today."

"Don't worry, I'll ask for leave for you." Raphael rubbed her hair with a smile and poured fresh milk into the glass. Maybe this scene reminded her of something. She jumped out of bed in a panic to tell Raphael an amazing secret, but found that her feet seemed to have no bones and could not support her body at all. She suddenly fell to the ground.

Raphael quickly picked her up and scratched her little nose: "Little naughty, what are you doing? Hurry up and come up and wait for breakfast!"

"No, it's not, Raphael!" Raphael put her in ** and was about to leave when Dorothy suddenly grabbed his arm, and a burst of fear flashed in her bright red eyes, causing her fingers to tremble a little. "Raphael, Raphael, Fred, are you there?"

"Honey, he went to work." Rafael didn't know what scared her so much, but her expression made him very sad. He took her little hand and comforted her softly, but it didn't play any role at all. Dorothy was even more afraid. Her little hands became cold and her face turned gray. She said in a voice that was about to cry, "No, dear Raphael, we were all deceived by Fred. He is actually... a vampire!"