The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
Under the street light

There was no better decision to answer Luther's words than to grumble at length with overflowing emotion. Elena turned around after nagging him with a conception of her ambiguous joy.

"Your feelings are wrong and you have no brain!" maki Elena's. "I'll just assume it's bullshit. Don't get angry and don't use your spell to throw myself in your arms. You should understand, too, we are different! I'm human, you're a vampire and I already have a lover!"

Elena sighed, her innermost heart was like being pierced by a needle. Pain and heartbreak. Reyand must have let it go in the atmosphere of a difficult mourning on campus and his name has been removed from the list of equestrian athletes. His love and passion ran aground at the beginning of his struggle to become a professional and qualified athlete.

"But I've hugged you. Many times in the castle." said Luther boldly. "I like you, the natural thing a man feels when he admires women. Say it."

Elena looked at Luther in annoyance. He felt unceasingly at the rascals of endless annoyance. Luther loved it, Luther embraced it, Luther licked his body, Luther was insolent.

Elena's eyes were watery. He is truly unholy, his body touched by a vampire who now wonders if his words are wrong. He's honest but wrong? Do people not like honesty anymore?

Luther was agitated, Elena was crying. His chest narrowed and expanded rapidly.

"You are insolent and have no heart. You're bad, Luth. You're..." Elena rubbed her poignant face. "Don't ever see me again. You got on me, Luth, you—you're a jerk!" maki Elena ferociously. He turned around while running small. Elena stopped for a moment to look over. Luther was silent, the tragic effect of his yesterday-yesterday delight he reaped today in the name of honesty. Something she likes but does not like for the helpless Elena who keeps her dignity as a woman from a priest. He kept the name for his father's profession, as well as his family's good name. But Luther heartily took whatever he cared for with all his heart. Inevitably he felt hurt by Luther's arbitrary behavior.

"You devil, go!" pressed Elena with sharp eyes.

"Elena—" Luther gazed into the distance, the glare of the car's lights from the gray Chevrolet panned all his regrets. Luther turned, his robe blistered. Jaw hardens. The situation was already beyond his ability to deal with the crunch that was occurring. His steps changed quickly as Mark's car found Elena outside the cathedral.

"Darling, what are you doing outside?" ask Mark after lowering the windshield.

Elena rubbed her face with a faint smile. If Luther still existed he would complain to his father if the man disturbed him. But Luther had been hiding on a shady tree branch. Darkness hides from the minus eyes of Mark who is looking for the man who is with Elena.

"Who were you with Elena?" Mark dyed. "I saw you with someone and you weren't wearing footwear? Do you want to run away, did that guy want to kidnap you?" Mark's anxiety is not over. He got out of the car, approached Elena who was shaking.

Mark clasped Elena's arms. "Darling? Tell me who that guy is. You've been crying too?" Mark looked into Elena's eyes deeply, a tinge of red visible running through her daughter's eyelids.

"He hurt you?"

Mark immediately hugged Elena after his daughter nodded. "He helped me, but he also kissed me and liked me!" Elena clenched her legs irritatedly while squeezing her father's jacket.

Old luther. I'm ticklish. His age must have been grandparents. Papa's...

Elena's body was shivering. Mark winked. There was something strange about his daughter's explanation. A helper must have known yesterday that someone was looking for his daughter in the dense forest of Delucia and lived somewhere. Not to mention the two supernatural spirits that attacked him and The Devil's Hunter added to the thick anxiety and evidence of something Elena was hiding from him.

Mark rubbed his daughter's back. While Luther who heard Elena's inner thoughts echoed in his mind smiled sadly.

I'm two hundred years old. But all you see is I'm dead.

Elena's cries are getting worse. He hit his father on the back with Luther.

Mark hurried to calm his daughter patiently. Her daughter was in a slump, that was the only thing she believed in right now.

I will never forgive you!

I'm sorry, you meant it to me until there was no reason not to hug you and like you, Elena.

Just go!

Luther sighed. Elena's disappointment ruined many opportunities to see her again. His chest was turbulent, he felt reluctant to leave the tree and Elena was now.

I love honesty, regardless of your views on me. You're my part even though that sounds impossible. The vampires know you, Elena. You're in danger if you get away from me, but you probably won't believe me until you know for yourself the things I'm telling you.

Elena took off her embrace while wiping away her tears. In front of Mark she was still a little girl who could do nothing but hug her father back if he was in danger.

"Do my re-baptism, papa!"

Mark agrees.

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