Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The weather is getting better and better. Marian has begun to fish on the sea in his thin shirt, and there is no need to wear that thick black tweed coat.

He has a big harvest today. He pulled the fish to the shore. Oh, there are all kinds of fish. He put on his pipe and said to himself, "Ah, a bumper harvest!"

"Uncle Marian." Dorothy, who came from a distance, looked very depressed, and her bright red eyes seemed to be about to cry, and the water was foggy.

"Oh, honey, what's wrong with you?" Marian put down his work and came forward, "God, why are you crying? Don't cry, don't cry. If there is anything unhappy, talk to the uncle. Come on, come in and come into the house.

Although there is no fire in the house, it is not cold at all.

Marianne poured a small glass of brandy and did not drink it himself, but handed it to Dorothy: "Drink a little first!"

"Uncle Marian, am I really annoying?" Dorothy didn't take the glass. She raised her head with tears in her eyes and asked him. He took her into his arms and said with some complaints, "What are you talking about! Uncle, I've never hated you!"

"But I... I'm a broom star..." Dorothy began to cry sadly as soon as she thought of this. From her intermittent words, Marian roughly understood something. There was always a boy in Dorothy's class who laughed at her red hair. He accidentally broke her head and bleed a lot, almost dyeing her whole hair red.

"So what does this have to do with you?" Marian sighed and touched her hair. "Don't think about it. Go home quickly!" It's not safe on the road if it's too late!"

Dorothy walked out of Marian's room aggrievedly and did not see the unclear smile on the corners of his mouth, as if to say: You are a broom star, bringing disaster and pain to the people around you, because you are about to make your uncles nothing.

It was all dark, and Dorothy walked back to the bar.

"Raphael, where's Fred?" Dorothy raised her eyes. There was no man with brown hair and green eyes in the bar, but Claude, who replaced Fred's position perfectly and was talking to a brunette.

Raphael was wiping the plate, and his face was very ugly. When he saw Dorothy coming back, he smiled a rare smile: "Oh, he hasn't come back yet - are you hungry, honey?"

"I'm not hungry. I don't want to have dinner today, Raphael." Dorothy shook her head and went upstairs listless.

"Doris, what's wrong with you?" Raphael quickly put down the plate and caught up with her upstairs, but Dorothy still shook her head to show that she was nothing to do, and slammed the door.

It seems that she has really grown up...

Raphael sighed and turned around helplessly. Claude happened to stand behind him, and he almost kissed the tip of Claude's nose.

"What's the matter with you?" Raphael asked coldly and avoided him and took a few steps forward, intending to distance himself from him. Unexpectedly, he took the opportunity to put his arms around Raphael's waist and buried his head deep into Raphael's neck. Raphael immediately felt stiff and unable to move.

"My dear brother, are you so scared? You are trembling! I haven't seen you for so many years. I just gave you a hug that I miss my brothers! Are you sick?" Claude laughed a little in his words, and unconsciously put his cold hand into his shirt and felt his equally cold but smooth skin. Now, Raphael trembled even more. Claude said gently in his ear, "Raphael, I think you have a cold. Do you want to see a doctor?"

Are you kidding! If it hadn't been for Satan's sake, Raphael would have twisted his head and played football for Dorothy. Raphael is a pure-bred demon! If he gets sick, it's just like a vampire getting sick. It's incredible!

"Enough, Claude, that's enough!" Raphael breathed hard, and the embarrassment almost made him want to faint on the spot. Please, God! Stop this ridiculous behavior quickly! Even if they are in the stage of brother and brother, they have never been so close!

"Isn't this good?" Claude smiled, and the heat sprayed on Raphael's cheeks, but if he looked carefully, there was actually a mocking smile on the corners of his mouth. But the smile had not been hanging on the corners of his mouth for a long time, and the sharp tingling came from his neck, and the blood was lost little by little. He turned his head slightly and saw a little bat biting his neck. He knew that it was Fred's incarnation.

"Claude, let it go!" Seeing Claude holding the bat tightly in his hand, he hurriedly turned around to grab it.

He dodged lightly and threw the bat on the ground fiercely. The bat immediately turned into Fred and rushed at him fiercely.

"Hey, Fred, you are far from my opponent. If you can unite my kind-hearted good brother, I admit that I may be defeated by both of you. Claude easily dodged the attack, suddenly turned around, grabbed Fred's neck directly, and pressed him hard against the wall. His long nails sank into Fred's skin, blood flowed out, and the wound could not heal because of the presence of foreign bodies.

"Claude, let him go!" Raphael could not let his good friend be in danger and he stood by. In a hurry, he didn't care about the pain of the so-called "brothers and feet". He put him against the wall, but his hand was not hard and did not want him to be hurt at all.

Fred's wound healed as before after Claude's hand was released. He pushed away Raphael with red eyes: "This is my personal grudge. You don't need to intervene, Raphael!"

"But he is my brother!" Finally, he said what was from his heart... Raphael himself was surprised. It turned out that in his mind, Claude was always his younger brother and he could not forget this indisputable fact.

"Raphael..." Claude's eyes were wet. How he wanted to give his tangled brother a big hug. If it hadn't been for the annoying Fred, he would have done so. So he turned his head and said to Fred with a little sarcasm, "Don't you think you look a lot here?"

Fred's face suddenly turned red, and his cyan skin looked strange and ridiculous. He left without turning his head, leaving a separate space for Raphael and Claude to let their brothers have a good chat!

"Okay, dear brother." Claude opened his arms and said, "Let's celebrate this wonderful moment of brotherhood!"

"You can stop it!" Raphael opened his hand, opened the door and went to the hall to greet the guests, leaving the moment that the two of them should have enjoyed together to Claude alone.

He shrugged his shoulders awkwardly and said to himself, "What an incompetent brother."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned into a black fog and disappeared.

Fred, who was so angry that he was about to explode, walked over the cold street. Obviously, it was about to be summer, but Fred felt particularly cold. Although he thought this feeling was ridiculous, he had never heard that vampires would feel cold. They were originally cold-blooded, which was somewhat similar to Raphael.

Damn it! Why do you think of that stupid guy Raphael again? A fool blinded by family affection, idiot! Sooner or later, he will suffer a big loss because of this!

Fred took a long breath of relief, found a big tree, and leaned on the trunk of the big tree to sulk alone. Anyway, if you don't want to go back to the bar now, just find a place to spend the night, and then hide back when it's almost dawn.

"Fred!"