The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
The End Of The Devil.

Bryon drops a bag of food he took from a shop abandoned by terrified humans into the opposite town. The cold corners of the city were getting quieter and uninhabited. The fearful air grew stronger, the city filled with snow and underground creatures that roamed by night.

Elena sat pensively in a cleaner place than the rubble Bryon had destroyed. She was now in the department store, on the table hugging her knees. A sad expression dyed his face.

Elena thought of Luther as squeezing an orange out of its juice. His head worked hard to make the choice to be free from Bryon. But every time he thought about it to the point of running out of power and words. Elena didn't get anything. He went through the days that passed with Bryon without the slightest hint of Luther's coming.

I've seen you trying to get me, but if it's true love won't rule the darkness. I'm going back to being a good boy, papa. And a child you can be proud of.

Bryon rolled the mineral water from the end of the table towards Elena, the dewy bottle hitting Elena's toe. The girl flinched despite not responding to it with words..

"You drink that, girl! Otherwise you're really dead and it's not my fault you're dead." Bryon breaks the table, luring Elena to see him. But for free, Elena's gaze turned to the window.

"Do you really have no ears?"

Bryon stepped forward, losing his temper. Her cold hand grabbed Elena's jaw and lifted her up. Elena and Bryon's gazes clashed in the same turmoil. Anxious and angry.

"He's a traitor!" he said it was shown to Luther, his hand pressing Elena's jaw even tighter. "He lost the fight because he thought of Sitia."

Elena pulled the corner of her lips. He tried to rub it in an unconcerned way until Bryon realized his reaction was honesty even though in his heart he also harbored curiosity. Before Luther fought over Sitia, Elena could see the anger at Luther's deep disappointment, but all was thrown into disarray and Elena was disappointed.

"Why do you care, you just want my blood" he said, continuing to stare boldly at Bryon. "You are the same as Luther! You're just a monster who uses helpless little girls."

Bryon was blown away, his hands removing Elena's jaw which now looked red. He had obviously already seen such a gaze; an expression indifferent but full of probing. Elena forgot who she was. Bryon secretly realized Elena had always had something to do with Luther.

"You should be curious about Sitia and you know what I mean, girl."

"If it's so useless I'm curious, it's futile, I don't care about someone's past because it's not important and Luther doesn't care about my past." Elena straightened her body, trained to flirt with the devil she must be willing to defend and risk everything. He could not ignore Bryon constantly and teased his patience. Bryon did not love her, unlike Luther. From the way he looked at Elena already knew, Bryon just wanted to play around with her, buy time before finishing her.

Elena reached out to the bottle that was chuckling at the table and then turned the lid around. While sipping water, he reduces the profit-and-loss of making temporary friends with Bryon until Luther or The Devil's Hunter discovers his whereabouts.

I need to find his weakness.

Elena reached out to a bag of food and opened the packaged bread. He's really hungry. At least, what is presented is more easily accepted common sense than when in Van Broden castle.

"You can tell me who Sitia is and I can guess, you must be hundreds of years old."

"Not wrong!" bryon climbed onto the table. His facial expression was attracted by Elena's suddenly greedy demeanor like that of the demon Beelzebub.

"I'm younger than Luther, and Sitia is still immortal now."

"Where?" lure Elena.

"Home." Bryon grinning.

Elena examined the situation better, to the east and west there were glass doors that displayed the outside situation. He could see how the snow was falling and the Christmas day was about to begin. Elena moved, get off the table. His steps seemed to be fluttering towards the window and then fell silent while closing his eyes. In the mind of surprise, he who used to look forward to Christmas gifts next to cypress trees decorated with colorful lights, can now only wait for the best gift. Apart from Bryon.

"You sad?" bryon asked, rubbing Elena's back freely.

I hope this demon falls in love and I can be a fool, but what can it be?

Elena shook her head then turned around, looking at Bryon with her best smile.

"I usually get a gift before Christmas, can't you find a present for me?" Not shy, Elena bluntly mentioned her wish even her hand touched Bryon's wrist.

Bryon had a hard time refuting Elena's beauty, he grimaced widely but the request for the gift was just like an excuse. Bryon hugged Elena's neck while tightly wounding her in his chest.

Below, one by one the Van Broden clan and the vampires under his rule sprang up, besieging the shops.

Bryon and Luther's gazes clashed, the longer their gazes met, the stronger Bryon's grip on his neck.

"Why are you, you're hurting me!" Elena reminded, her neck was pinched by Bryon's hand. But with great difficulty she seduced, Bryon fell silent with his jaw hardened and it made Elena curious. He turned his head with a breath of breath following Bryon's gaze. His eyes are widened. "Luther." As her eyes widened, Elena saw her father, her mother, and Reyand and Sophia among the vampires in black robes. They rode horses, carrying arrows and rifles. Even without a shadow they looked at him with a gaze full of anger. No expression is based on compassion or regret.

Luther darted quickly then twisted his body in the air and jolted powerfully in front of the glass. His hand hit the glass with all his might repeatedly until it broke, pieces of glass falling down to make Bryon lift Elena's body and retreat. Elena bit her lips. Fearful.

"Hi, Elena." said Luther. "You're fine apparently."

Luther pressed forward, stepping on the broken glass with black boots that wrapped up his calf. The sound of broken glass that sounded cracked made Elena close herself in Bryon's body.

"He takes good care of you like him." Luther turned to the table, the trash from the food that Elena ate the proof of. He grinned, his fangs looking sharper than the last time he was with Elena. "He gave you human food, unlike deer meat and well water or the forest grasses I gave you."

Elena's chest churned, the expected one finally happened. His tongue moved to the side and tasted the memories that Luther had created. For a moment he was just pecking in Bryon's arms while listening to Luther tell him the things that happened with Sitia and Bryon a hundred years ago.

Elena looked up, Bryon had the same look as Luther. The corner of his lips lifted before he held onto Bryon's waist and tiptoed. Elena kissed Bryon right on her lips.

Bryon gasped, Elena slipped out of her embrace. He glared, as Luther did. While Elena who had a gap to escape ran past Luther and the glass pile broke while jumping on top of the snow pile. He nodded, and looked up. Luther looked at her angrily, Elena smiled widely and stuck out her tongue. Luther snorted, he turned to Bryon, the devil who was still sculpting with a body that was still transformed as a human was making it easier for Luther to attack him.

Bryon's body staggered violently against the wall. His consciousness recovered but instead of replying to Luther's attack, Bryon ran out of the shop. He quickly followed Elena's lead to her parents. Bryon growling. Elena turned her head then sped up her steps with a frozen palm.

"Mommy, daddy." cried Elena before falling helplessly. Mark and Julianne jumped down from the horse after giving an attack to the members of the Dark Larks Clan who were fighting around them with arrows. Mark raised Elena's body before Bryon managed to reach her. Meanwhile, from above, Luther nimbly caught the arrow that shot and then blew the arrow right in the heart of Bryon who fell into the snow with a prone position.

Julianne screamed in terror despite a black rifle showering Bryon's head with bullets.

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