The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
Forgiven

Elena put the carry on the wooden table. All day he felt exhausted from his activities on campus. The lesson materials left behind caused him to have many booming tasks. Not to mention the Reyand issue that ended without a clear and concrete goodbye feels like love clapping one hand. Heartbroken, wounded and unable to do much more than take Reyand off.

Elena lay down on the bed with a sigh, looking up at the sky of her father's high room though not as high as Luther's room. On top of his head was a dream catcher ornament with natural fibers from his mother's fleece hanging on the wall. Elena touched the goose feather dangling above her head. He complains. At one point he wanted to scream.

"Vampires, the Dark Larks Clan, The Devil's Hunter. Huh, I've been a good boy but why do I have to enter the challenging underground fantasy world! God, this is not fair."

Elena put a pillow on her face. Hit him a few times and crush him in annoyance. Inner turbulent.

"Why those who perish must live eternally. They don't live hundreds of years. They are really lacking in work. Lord. Just kill them!" elena said in a typical whining voice of upset girls.

"There are so many campus tasks."

Fill his head. However, life is usually sweet like a honey cake made by Julianne suddenly became a cake with the contents of marzu cheese from Sardinia, Italy. Strange and unique cheese containing maggots.

Elena got up after letting go of fatigue, she had a debt of meeting with her college friends to do the task and it made her fret on her own. He saw the archery equipment on his desk.

"I really became the talk of this one town after it went missing and flirted. I am famous without being a horse race winner. Oh my..."

Elena's white towel came from the hanger. For a moment he looked at the twilight sky at the foot of the sky before closing the bedroom window.

***

The crescent moon is seen crawling along the night sky. Luther was silent on top of the tree as he looked at Elena who came out of the cathedral. Without Hayley, without the care Mark did as usual. But the one thing on Elena's back made her grimace.

"Beautiful and different." Luther leapt down from a tree branch just behind Elena who had been outside the cathedral fence without suspecting her whereabouts.

"Waiting someone?" she whispered as Elena stopped under the streetlight while playing her phone.

Elena didn't budge, she raised her chin haughtily. Little did he have the mind to pull the arrow and thrust it right into Luther's heart. A little more of his heartbroken mind felt not enough strength to fight the witch grandfather had a spell.

Luther moved beside Elena while chanting a spell. At a glance similar to magic, a red rose sprig appeared in his hand.

Elena was stunned then turned back indifferent as Luther reached out to her.

"I'm waiting for the demon hunters to come, if you still want to live forever. You just get out of here." Elena gave herself a look, looking at Luther's sweet smiling face to her.

Elena's chest expanded, had Luther not been pale, the look of his nobility that Jonathan had sent from an old article to his cell phone would have looked very handsome and dashing. Elena blinked then lowered her head, realizing that she was looking at her face with a stern look and then blushing in embarrassment.

I'm kissed by nobility, but why vampires.

Elena was suddenly upset. Luther grimaced, he was too smart not to understand what Elena was thinking. He stuffed the rose stalk into the arrowhead sleeve, gathered with five silver arrows.

"Do you know who I am?" ask Luther for pleasantries. "The silver bow makes you cool."

Elena snorted half fed up of hearing her praise. He makes a distance and tries to contact Jonathan who seems to have a more complicated affair at his underground cafe—Malcolm comes just as he is about to go pick up Elena.

He really has no intention of being my bodyguard.

"You're going with someone, Elena?" Luther stared at the bohemian shoes Elena was wearing. His white feet not wrapped in cloth catapulted his pleasure. Luther once stroked his thighs in a calm manner that lulled desire in his room. Now his hands are too itchy not to do it. Luther scratched it for a moment.

"Don't interfere in my business!" elena Sahut. "It wastes time and energy!"

"I'm unemployed!" Luther pulled a shoulder. "I have plenty of time for you."

Elena rolled her eyeballs as she hurriedly waved at the taxi that was about to pass her.

The taxi driver stepped on the brakes spontaneously ten meters from where Elena was standing.

"Attent." Luther held Elena's wrist before the taxi door opened.

Elena looked at Luther's hand on her wrist and then towards his face.

"Deliver!" His eyes revealed annoyance.

Luther shuts the taxi door before Elena starts to explode in front of others who can figure out her identity. Luther pulled Elena with a slight force near the cathedral fence.

Elena flicked her hand and pulled the arrow quickly. "Are you tired of eternal life? I'm willing to be your life-extracting angel!" yells fierce.

Luther grimaced, the tip of the silver arrow was so sharp that it now felt like soft bread. There was a real fear that Elena would stab him with that thing. But seeing how she dared to fight him Elena was well deserved to stand by him.

"Can you hear me for a second? I've been waiting for you ever since you decided to re-baptize." urged Luther.

"I wouldn't use a spell if you wanted to work together, Elena!"

"OK-okay." said Elena annoyed. "What did you say? I had to work a group and everyone messed up my plan!"

Elena lowered the arrow while inserting it again into the leather sleeve on her back. He looked at Luther who was smiling at him.

"I have to apologize to you for everything I did in the castle and I'm willing to take responsibility!"

"In charge?" elena frowned, "I mean, you're going to marry me? No—don't." Elena shook her head vigorously with a pounding heart.

"You don't have to take responsibility and your apology is enough." Elena lied, let alone give her a sincere apology door, but now she's afraid after Luther wants to take responsibility. His hands broke out in cold sweat and the taxi driver let him escape the inner torment.

"I have to go and you—" Elena pointed to Luther's nose which reminded her of Valek's nose. Oh, Elena really hates him.

"Don't bother me!" he said fiercely and turned around.

Luther let Elena go in that taxi while he had no words describing his emotions hearing her rejection and apology. And it was only after the taxi turned to the right that Luther began to follow it from the rooftop to the rooftops of local houses and shops.

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