Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"Hey! Who is he? Why do you look exactly like me?" Fred, who broke through the window, pointed to the fake next to Raphael in surprise. Intuitively, it was not like the surprise that Raphael specially prepared for him, although damn Raphael was very keen to do such stupid things!

"Haha... Have you forgotten me? I'm your dear Claude!" The fake's body began to change, and his face turned into a man with brown hair and gray eyes. There was a playful smile on his charming face. "Raphael, your blood has been so sweet and delicious for so many years! I don't know, what does your soul taste like? Haha... Poor Raphael, you don't even have a soul!"

"You bastard!" Fred angrily wanted to go forward and beat Raphael hard, but was pulled by Raphael in time: "Fred, no!"

"I knew that Raphael would protect me, no matter how I treated you, right?" Claude narrowed his eyes, and his affectionate eyes were fleeting. "But, Raphael, put away your kindness! I won't change my intentions and thoughts because of this. Human beings are the humblest creatures in the world. They are not even qualified to make fertility tools! Haha..."

Claude smiled wildly and jumped out of the rotten window.

"Please, man! Why did you stop me just now!" Fred lay down in front of the window and looked at the faraway Claude's back. The guy dared to turn his head and kiss him sarcastically! Oh, my God! This made Fred angry, and his pale face began to turn blue.

"He is my brother!" Raphael covered the bleeding wound on his back and roared at Fred unwillingly with a frown.

"Brother? Oh my God! If he had half the idea, you wouldn't have become the devil you are now!" Fred curled the corners of his mouth and walked around the attic, with anxiety and anger on his face.

"Fred, Raphael, why are you so noisy?" Dorothy opened the bedroom door and was obviously woken up by their voices. She was still a little confused, and her hair was messy.

"Honey, it's all right. Look, I don't know why the glass of the window is broken. Fred and I are trying to figure out how to make it up." Raphael's comforting smile made Dorothy feel at ease, but Fred still had a poker face. Is he still angry with himself?

"Fred..." Dorothy walked down the stairs and wanted to say sorry or something to Fred, but she suddenly saw the wound on Raphael's back. She immediately exclaimed and asked him nervously, "What's going on, Raphael? What the hell happened? Did the monster that rob Mrs. Catherine's child hurt you?

"What monster..." Raphael bent down and kissed her forehead. Fred left knowingly without making a sound. "Did you have a nightmare listening to Marian's story?"

"No, Raphael, Pierre told me that he wouldn't deceive me! I'm not a child anymore, Raphael, I've grown up! Can you tell me what's going on?" Dorothy raised her little face and looked at him sincerely. How could such a look make people have the heart to refuse?

"Okay, listen, Dorothy." Raphael squatted down and held her little shoulder. "There are no so-called demons, vampires and monsters in this world. If you must say that they exist, then they are here."

He gently clicked on the position of her chest and heart, but Dorothy still didn't understand his words, and her eyes were still full of confusion and puzzlement.

Raphael stood up: "You little fool, those things are all imaginary by you. If you say he exists, of course he exists; but if you say he doesn't exist, he will naturally disappear without a trace. So, don't imagine randomly in the future, or I will hit you in the palm of your hand, like this.

He grabbed her little hand and held it in the palm of his hand, pretending to hold something in his hand, and made a gesture to hit her palm.

"But..." Dorothy wants to argue about something. Raphael has turned downstairs and said to her gently, "Okay, Dorothy, don't you have to go to school tomorrow? Go to bed quickly, honey! Good night."

"Okay... good night." Dorothy reluctantly returned to the bedroom.

"You really have something to talk about!" Fred leaned against the edge of the bar and said sourly, and the red ** in the goblet in his hand was gently shaken.

"Did you go out to catch prey today?" Raphael took out a ball of paper from his trouser pocket, unfolded it, and shook "new news" in front of Fred.

"I'm not interested." He took a big sip of red **, let it flow down his throat, and let the sweet smell spread in his mouth.

"Is that right?" Raphael knew that the little bat was quarreling with him, so he sat down on the chair and read the note, ignoring him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Can't you give me a little sympathy when your good brother is sad? Fred put down the gob in his hand, shouted to Raphael, and leaned his head over. "What's written on it?"

"Anyway, I didn't write anything that was beneficial to us." Raphael smiled and handed the note to Fred. "But I think they just want to give us a warning, otherwise Claude will not come. I know him too well."

Raphael shook his head with a wry smile.

"Ha, 'The little fish that leaks the net can't escape, a rich and delicious Christmas dinner'? Oh, my God, where on earth did they get this kind of self-confidence? Fred threw the note on the ground as if he were reading a joke, which clearly said the sentence that Fred had just read: the missing fish can't escape, a delicious Christmas dinner.

"It seems that we can't spend Christmas safely!" Raphael turned off the lights in the bar, and suddenly the bar was dark. But Fred's green eyes are like a phosphorous fire burning in the cemetery, which lasts for a long time.

"But fortunately, Christmas will come for a long time." Fred patted Raphael on the shoulder. Although it was an extremely dark environment, Fred could still see the wry smile on his friend's face. He put on his friend's shoulder and comforted him thoughtfully, but in exchange for Raphael's cynicism: "You don't want it to come later because you can't eat anything on Christmas day, do you?"

"It's really kind and not good!" Fred glanced at him, and the arm on his shoulder did not flinch ambiguously. Everything lost its original appearance in Claude's eyes, making his hateful teeth itchy and his hateful eyes a little red.

There will always be a day when he will make Raphael become nothing and can only return to the dark and damp corner that belongs to Raphael and be an obedient dog.

Wait! The arrival of that day is Claude's Christmas gift. As an excellent pet owner, he will take good to this rebellious and disobedient dog, let Raphael learn a lesson and never dare to leave or betray again.