My Vampire Guy

Samson’s tears fell again. He cried because of the happiness mixed with the pain.

The time she spent shunned and cold towards him turned out to be only because she worried he would be punished by the gods.

– Samson, can I sleep here? I dreamed that dream again. This time, I saw a lot of blood. She hugged his neck tightly as she recalled the terrifying scene in her dream.

– Of course. Come on, let me get you a pillow. He said as he quickly wiped his tears and stood up.

– No. I prefer to lay my head on you. That way, I’m not afraid anymore. – She shook her head and spoke up.

– Ok.

Immediately, Lucasta got under the blanket and crawled to the head of the bed.

Her posture is the same as when she was a child.

She waited for him to lie down, then rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes in peace.

The candle beside the bed went out with the wave of his hand, leaving only the light of the candle near the dresser.

– Samson, don’t you feel sad to have to live here? Why don’t you go out and find love for yourself? Don’t you want to get married? She asked.

– No. I don’t want to get married.

– But I feel very sad. Every time it rains, I get sadder. I miss the city; I miss the electric lights and the bacon. I want to work like Harvey; I want to wear office clothes and take the bus like other girls.

– In this place, you still grow vegetables, take care of flowers and cook. You are still at work.

– It’s not the same.

Lucasta stirred wildly, making Samson even more miserable as he tried to suppress his lust.

In the end, what he feared happened, she openly expressed her wish and that wish meant that he would lose her forever.

He knew that when she came to the city, she would go to work and develop social connections.

He knew she would make many friends with her cheerful and sociable personality, and then, as a matter of course, she would fall in love with a certain guy and marry him.

He knew she would be overwhelmed with housework and childcare and would gradually forget about her brother in this dark forest.

Maris’s words echoed in his ears again.

Lucasta is at the most beautiful age of a girl and she is not a vampire. Time will leave marks on her face and skin.

He knew he couldn’t be selfish and only think of himself. Maybe she didn’t belong to him from the very beginning.

She only came here when she was in trouble and she would walk towards the bright sun, where forever he could not reach his hand.

– Lie still, Lucasta. We will talk about this tomorrow. If you want to live in the city, you need to be prepared. We can’t share the house with Harvey or Aurora.

– You just need to take out the black card to swipe and we have a house. Like you used it to buy clothes for me.

Even though Samson was sad, he couldn’t help but laugh at Lucasta’s statement.

Perhaps in her mind, that card is the treasure that can buy all things in the world. Unfortunately, he couldn’t use it to buy another ten years of peace with her.

Lucasta quickly fell asleep after a few long yawns. Only Samson was still staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes, his hand constantly stroking her back.

When it was dawn, he fell asleep.

Lucasta gently got out of bed, pulled the blanket over him, and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

When she pulled out the jar of flour, she discovered it was empty.

Because this month, she made a lot of cakes, the flour ran out quickly.

It would be a few more days before Harvey arrived to deliver food.

– Where are you going? Samson stood on the stairs and asked down because he saw her running out of the kitchen with a bowl.

– I’m going to ask Maris for some flour. We’re out of flour.

– Let me go.

Samson hurried downstairs and took the bowl from Lucasta and went to Maris’s castle.

Still the typical morning image of the female vampire that caught his eye, Maris appeared with her hair disheveled and she kept yawning.

– Can you get everything in the evening?

Maris followed Samson for a moment, then sat down in a chair and rested her head on the table, letting him take as much flour as he wanted.

This month, she had plenty of flour left over because Lucasta often made cakes and secretly called the owls over to the backyard to eat.

– Maybe I’ll take Lucasta to live in the city. – Samson put the lid on the flour jar and said.

Maris’s drowsiness quickly dissipated, and she sat up straight and stared at Samson.

He was still shaking the bowl of flour to level it.

From this angle, she could see that he was very sad.

Although Maris desperately wants Samson to bring Lucasta back to the human world, she is still worried because she knows the blonde will have a hard time adjusting to the outside world at first.

– Are you going to give her to Aurora or Harvey to take care of her? – Maris asked.

– Nobody. I will take care of Lucasta…. until she can integrate into the community.

– That will be very dangerous for you, you always can’t control your emotions. If you save a child from a traffic accident or catch a fallen ceiling light, your identity will be exposed.

– Will not be long. Lucasta is very smart, she will soon learn to take care of herself when alone.

He looked directly into Maris’s blue eyes and reassured her.

She realized that the red color in his eyes was caused by the bloodshot veins that had emerged from his trying to suppress his emotions, not the usual ruby color.

She wondered if that was too cruel for him.

The pain of a hundred years ago has not yet subsided, but now another pain continues to pile up.

However, this is probably the most perfect way, for him, for Lucasta, and for those who are always worried about him.

When the owls saw their owner sad, they stopped dancing, and flew to Samson’s castle and hid in the trees in the backyard to wait for Lucasta to feed them.

In the kitchen, Lucasta was waiting impatiently for Samson to return, so as soon as she saw him, she ran out to get the bowl of flour.

The moment her hand reached out, her leg was twisted and in a split second, she fell on him.

Although Samson reacted quickly and used one hand to support her, half of the flour fell to the floor.

The flour was as smooth and slippery as olive oil, so when Lucasta touched the floor with her feet, she slipped again.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

This situation was beyond Samson’s judgment, as he was still trying to balance the remaining flour.

As a result, both he and she fell to the floor.

The bowl of white flour followed the momentum of his hand and flew up and then fell, dyeing both their hair, clothes, and skirts, making them both look like snowmen.

The handsome vampire coughed continuously because flour flew into his nose, and Lucasta could no longer see after the fall, even though she was lying on top of him.

She had to admit that Samson’s body was very stiff. It was as if he had no flesh but only bones that made up him.

– Lucasta, are you okay? Can you stand up? Samson asked.

– I am trying.

Lucasta replied while leaning on his hand to get up.

Poor her. When her legs were just gaining momentum, she fell again and hit Samson’s stomach so hard that he hurt so much that he couldn’t speak.

Outside, through the window, the hungry owls kept their eyes wide open at the strange sight in the kitchen.

Lucasta was completely exhausted after standing up and falling for a while, so she ignored everything and lay still on Samson’s body, while he was using his powers to heal himself.

This was the only rare time in the last ten years that he felt the little sister he had picked up was terrifying.

– Lucasta, you did that on purpose, didn’t you? – Samson whispered.

– No. I can’t stand up. The flour is too slippery. – She struggled to explain.

Normally, he thought she was quite intelligent, but as soon as she fell, she turned out to be stupid.

He let out a big breath to let the flour on his face fly away and then grabbed Lucasta’s shoulders, then turned over to set her aside.

The moment the two of them faced each other at close range, instead of feeling romantic and emotional, both he and she burst into laughter when seeing each other’s faces.

In the end, the owls waited in vain because Lucasta had no more flour to make the cakes.

She hurriedly cleaned the kitchen and cooked a packet of instant noodles, then shared some with Samson.

Releasing all the knots in her heart and having a merry meal with him was endless happiness for her.

She used to think that if she married someone, maybe Samson would always occupy the first place in her heart because he influenced her growth, and more than anyone, she felt he loved her very much.

– Lucasta, in the future, if there is something you don’t understand, please tell me directly so we can solve it together. I was very sad when you suddenly ignored me.

– All right. I think there will be no problem between us anymore. I’m sorry, Samson.

As soon as Lucasta saw the bright pink rays of sunlight coming through the window, she got up, left the table, and went to close the window.

Samson was afraid of the sun, ate little, his eyes were ruby red, and he often slept during the day was no longer her question because she soon got used to it and found it very normal.

Samson’s heart ached again as he looked at her back.

Maybe after she left, that window would never open again because he didn’t need to use the kitchen.

– Oh, brother, there is still a bunch of ripe grapes up there. When the sun goes out, please pick it down for me. – She exclaimed in delight as if she had discovered a treasure.

– You’ve eaten almost a whole grape season and you’re still not bored. – He swallowed a few noodles and asked.

– It’s very delicious. If you let me eat it all year round, I still won’t get bored.

She bolted the door and then went back to the dining table and finished the leftover noodles.

At this moment, in Samson’s eyes, Lucasta’s every word and gesture was like an innocent child from ten years ago.

It was all like she was collecting those picturesque pieces of memories to give him instead of saying goodbye and then she went to the city, and he stayed in the remote forest.