Chapter 1

RollingStar

-Twilight Wood

Preface

At night, a gentle British woman sat in front of the window and wrote something. The bright light reflected her beautiful face and her dazzling red curly hair.

"Mommy! Mommy!" The little girl jumped on the woman. "What are you doing?"

"I'm writing, honey." The woman softly touched her daughter's long hair, which was the same color as herself, and carried her to bed. "It's too late now. You should go to bed."

"So can you tell me a story?" The little girl hooked the woman's neck and begged, "Please, please~"

"Okay, but Alice, it's too late." The woman leaned against her daughter's bed and hugged her soft little body. "In this case, I'll tell you a short story I'm writing."

The little girl opened her big round eyes, looked at her mother's side face, listened to her touching words, and told this familiar story...

Chapter 1

This is an ordinary night in an ordinary town in Britain in the 1970s and 1980s. The cold wind in winter is raging here, sweeping the crystal clear snowflakes and hitting the window glass with warm lights.

Such a night is actually very quiet and peaceful. All people sleep in the soft **, and realize the dreams that can't be realized during the day at night. Suddenly, a burst of baby crying cut through the black night. Raphael, a young waiter in the bar, opened the door and put on a thick coat. He carried an oil lamp and looked around for the source of the cry.

"Oh, cute little angel, so you're here." He picked up the baby lying in the snow and teased her. "In such cold weather, your parents are really cruel to abandon you. Little guy, what's your name?

The baby grabbed Raphael's slender fingers with her small hand and giggled. Raphael looked at her gently, but his black eyes were stunned when he saw a touch of red hidden in the snow.

That red is obviously human blood...

"Poor little guy, it seems that your parents have little hope of survive." Raphael wrapped the baby's chubby body with his own coat. "Well, well, for the sake of the old man Satan, it's up to me, Raphael. Glink, come and adopt you!"

The roaring cold wind seems to be more fierce. Raphael wrapped his tight coat and the baby in his arms walked to the bar.

He left a series of deep and shallow footprints on the white snow. As soon as the wind blows, new snowflakes will cover all the marks, as if Raphael had never picked up a baby on this secluded path.

The door of the bar was pushed open from the outside, and a lot of snowflakes blew into the inside of the bar. People couldn't help shrinking their necks.

"Hey, old man!" Jack, the drunk, staggered to Raphael and watched him put the oil lamp on the bar and take off his thick coat. The little baby in his arms made him scream, "My God! How can there be a little baby in your arms?!"

"Don't make such a fuss, Jack." Raphael patted Jack on the shoulder easily and looked at all the people in the bar with a smile. "My distant cousin unfortunately passed away, and her husband also had an accident a few years ago. Her poor child was left unattended. Late at night, her old housekeeper sent the child to me. It was really a little abrupt, and I was also very surprised. I'm surprised that something like this will happen."

Everyone sighed, but Fortunately, they were more concerned about the topic they had just talked about, and they no longer cared after being surprised.

"I said Raphael, when will you have an extra cousin?" Fred, another waiter in the bar, sneered at the incident told by Raphael. He wiped the plate with a clean rag and made fun of Raphael.

"Oh, poor Fred, can I understand your words as being jealous of me?" The baby in Raphael's arms was already asleep. He turned his head, deliberately looked at Fred with pity, and sighed gently. Then he opened the back door of the bar and went to the attic. Fred gritted his teeth and looked at his back. Well, he admitted that Raphael's words successfully angered him. He rushed to the attic angrily and kicked open the door of Raphael's bedroom. With a "bang", he almost woke up the baby sleeping in **.

Raphael frowned: "Hey, Fred, can you be more gentle? You will scare her!"

"Oh? We are ferocious, have no humanity, and can even kill the old woman who has no power to bind chickens. Now we are open to a baby, right? Fred raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, let me have a full meal. This is also a good choice. Anyway, I don't care about other people's unpleasant curses."

With that, Fred approached the bed, and two sharp teeth suddenly appeared in his mouth flashing with a dangerous light, a deadly poison.

"Enough, Fred, you can stop it!" Raphael pressed Fred heavily against the wall. "I'll find more fresh blood for you. I just pray that you don't touch her. She's just a child!"

"What's wrong with you, Raphael?" Fred struggled, and his anger made his pale cheeks red with anger.

"Okay, okay, Fred, I'm wrong. We've been best friends for more than 300 years, haven't we? There is no need to fight for this little thing at all. Raphael took a step back, let go of Fred, and spread out his hands to show his friendship.

"As long as you know it in your heart." Fred glanced at him angrily, lowered his head and tidied out his clothes messed up by Raphael, and did not forget to use his chin to point the baby who was still sleeping peacefully: "Where on earth did she come from? Don't tell me about your damn distant cousin! I know better than anyone that you don't have this kind of thing at all!"

"Okay, okay." Raphael shook his head with a smile, which was quite helpless. He went to the window, opened the curtains and looked out. "They are coming."

"They?" Fred frowned and thought for a moment before he suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean... my God! Is this true? I can't believe it! Oh, this is really disgusting news!"

Raphael put his hands behind his back and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I believe you think the same as me now. You also want to tear that disgusting thing to pieces, right? I will also believe that they will come back. How can they let go of such delicious food? At that time, it will not be too late for us to have a full meal. What do you think of my idea, my dear Fred?

"Oh, I can't wait!" Fred's green eyes seemed to ignite two flames, and he couldn't help stretching out his sharp tongue to lick his cracked lips. And **'s little baby, whose round face flashed with a ruddy and tender luster. Sleeping in a beautiful dream, she did not know how much danger she had experienced before Raphael's arrival.

All this is just the beginning, as if the underwater iceberg has just revealed its small corner.