Zach closed the car door and walked to the front yard, which had been jubilant not long ago. The streetlamp stretched Zack's shadow, and instead of stepping into someone else's private property, he walked along the wooden fence to the side of the single-family house, his pale fingers swiping along the fence, and the subtle sound of friction tickled at the creatures that showed their sights in the night.

The vampire's fangs slowly lengthened, and the slight shock that pierced the air announced that the master of the night was about to appear.

Two shapeshifters, one shadow man. Zach gently pressed his finger against the protruding fangs, piercing the skin, and a drop of red blood congealed on his finger.

"Let's get rid of the possessed shadow man first. Zach thought, after all, looking at the crumbling body, once the shadow man is out of the body, it will be a little difficult to find it.

"Sir, do you need help?" Zach smiled and hugged the homeless man who was slowly moving, and the blood-stained hand inadvertently pressed to the homeless man's waist, and the sharp fingertips of the fingertips pierced the homeless's dirty and shabby coat, and the fragile skin and muscles were directly pierced, and the blood of the vampire was sent into the homeless man's body!

"You! you ......"

The homeless man tilted his head, his dirty pupils imprinted in the corners of the vampire's crooked mouth, and the black rolled in his eyes.

Zach pressed the homeless man's open mouth with his other hand: "No, no, no, you, stay inside." Don't try to come out, if you pay the rest of you and escape, I'll be very distressed. ”

The black in the tramp's eyes rolled even more violently! But his body was firmly fixed by the vampire! The bruised neck kept vibrating and bulging, as if something was bound in it and wanted to break through!

"I think this body should be thankful to you. Zack held the struggling homeless man with both hands, but his eyes drifted to the two men in the hood between the houses: "If it weren't for your possession, maybe he would be dead by now." Do you know why the ghosts always think they are nobler than you filmmakers? Because of this, you can only look for the dying person to possess you. ”

Two hooded men who were hiding by the window and spying inside the house had noticed this, and they were staring warily.

Zach smiled at them and went on to say to something in the homeless man's body, "This is really a lucky gentleman, the Shadow Man extended his life for a few days, and then met me again and got the blood of a vampire that could cure a qiē injury. ”

The two shapeshifters seemed to hear Zach muttering to himself, looked at each other in amazement, and turned to disappear into the darkness.

"Hey. Zach sighed sadly: "Why run? After encountering an opponent who knows that he is stronger than himself, running away will never end well." ”

The struggle of the homeless man in Zack's arms weakened, and the blackness in his eyes faded. The vampire seemed to react and looked back at the person in his arms: "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now. By the way, you see, the person you possess right now is a perfectly healthy human being, and we all know your end. So, farewell. ”

The black color disappears completely, revealing a pair of confused blue eyes.

Zach completely let go of the hands that were holding the homeless man, patted the soiled clothes, and looked at the homeless man with a red glint in his eyes: "Sir, even if it's spring, you still need to wear more clothes." Otherwise you'll still freeze to death, remember?"

"Yes. The confused-eyed homeless man nodded at Zack.

"Alright, now get out of here and find a place to take a shower! you stink!" Zach frowned.

"Okay, get dressed more and take a shower. The homeless man nodded stunned and turned to leave.

Zach shook his head as he looked at a large smudge of unknown composition in front of him. Vampires don't like mess, and he decides to take his unhappiness out on the two aliens!

The shadows elongated by the street lamps suddenly disappeared, and the sound of the corners of the clothes lapping on the wooden fence was repelled from the street by the illuminated houses.

Zach appeared like a ghost behind a shapeshifter, his right hand stretched out, the tips of his four fingers pressed against the shapeshifter's neck.

Swish!

Four sharp, blood-stained spikes pierced straight from under the shapeshifter's jaw, and the vampire's red eyes were like two spectres of fire in the night!

Zach moved his right hand sideways, and his outstretched arm crossed 90 degrees. Beheading, one of the universal killing methods discovered by humans in the Middle Ages.

The blood was thrown out, but in this night, it was impossible to see what color the splashed liquid was!

The sound of falling and the rubbing of shoe soles and clothes against the cold ground was heard: "No! Don't! We didn't know this city was a vampire place! We just came here!"

"We?" Zach pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his fingertips, the shapeshifter is a cold-blooded animal, Zach is not good at this mouthful. He asked flatly, "Who are we?"

"I, I'm ......" the shapeshifter seemed to panic even more, "We're nothing! we're just oppressed minions! Please! I'll tell everyone, this is your territory!

"Sue everyone, and leave?" Zach stopped wiping.

"Yes, yes, I'll tell everyone! This is a vampire city! We're leaving! Not a single one is left!" the shapeshifter seemed to have found a chance to survive, and no longer retreated, propping himself up, prostrate himself in front of Zack.

Zach looked down at the crawlers underground, "Everyone, how many?"

"I, I know about a dozen ......," the shapeshifter said with a shudder.

Zach paused for a moment and looked at the full moon in the east, "If I let you go, can you only leave with a dozen people?"

The shapeshifter immediately nervously said, "No, no, I can spread the news and let everyone know that you are here!

"Yes. Zach crouched down, lifted the shapeshifter's chin with four fingers, and looked at the nervous changeling with a smile: "You're a smart guy. But ......"

The hope that had just glinted in the shapeshifter's eyes froze in Zack's disappearing smile.

The vampire repeated the previous action, and the handkerchief of his left hand covered the fingertips of his right hand again.

Zach received an aristocratic education, so he knew that when he was going to talk to someone, he had to look them in the eye. So, Zach turned his head to the skull that had been left aside, and said into those eyes of hope, "I don't want anyone to know I'm here, though." ”

Now, we kind of know why Zach lied to James in front of Anthony. Because of 'Reims'. James Lance, because of his last name, connects him to outside of Barton. For Zack, James is an uncontrolled 'K' who allows Zach to hold down the weeds of Barton City and continue his peaceful life. It can also attract an 'a' that makes Zach need to die again.

Zach can't risk anyone knowing that he, a Toreador, lives in Barton, the westernmost part of the Federation!

As you know, I'm a curious person, so I'm going to die asking Zach some deadly questions.

One day, I asked, "Why can't aliens live together well, so they have to have ranks?, for example, why do werewolves have feuds with vampires, changelings are always disliked by other aliens, and there are also shadowmen and phantom ghosts, which have no entities, but they have to be divided into ranks......

"You're asking too much, which one do you want me to answer?" Zach asked kindly.

"Oh. I thought about it unconsciously, put aside the previous bunch of questions, and asked the one that interests me the most: "Why did 'Toredo' become the weakest clan among the vampires?"

"Do you think I'm weak?" Zach said kindly.

I'm overdrawing my luck: "Yes, aren't you the only one left who has been wiped out by the other twelve clans?"

"Well, you have a point. Zach nodded, "Now, I'm hungry." ”

(If you are interested, you can search for the Thirteen Clans of Vampires, Zack belongs to the 'Toredo' who likes to contact with humans the most among the seven clans of the secret party, talks a lot, likes 'beauty', and art, although it is not exactly according to this setting, but borrows most of the characteristics.) This setting is a bit too much, and it is difficult to substitute 'me' into the text, so I have to put it in parentheses...... ）