The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
Doubtful

"Are we really officially married, papa?" Elena is not sure, however, that the wedding should go through many stages of the long process, and at least wear a wedding dress and head covering. While he and Luther had only spent five very quick minutes in the absence of flowers, it was none of the joy that led them to such an excited burst of pleasure. It is like they are living a mourning. For none of all those who bore witness to the lightning marriage of Elena and Luther wore formal garments or smiled. They wore tense expressions and the blood patches on their clothes spread a rancid smell. All of them were carrying weapons, and their coats were covered in snow.

Mark raised the glass he had placed on the table, his gaze shifted, looking at Luther who had not let go of his daughter's hand.

"Do you need to splash holy water on his face to make your marriage official or not? Papa's willing at your request, Elena. But you should know, he's gonna die in my hands!"

Elena pulled out her hand and spread out both her hands in front of her father. To prevent him from being silly.

"At least wait for us to buy a ring and wear papa's wedding attire. Not like this, it's so fast, look, do you have the heart and will to see my imperfect marriage is too dark in memory?" Elena pursed her lips.

Julianne lowered her head. Again Mark failed to understand his daughter, again the affairs of the father and son created a storm.

Mark sighed, it was difficult to understand his daughter, not that it was good that he married his daughter and the vampire who did not know the luck was quick. Not that being together is their desire now. Elena should be grateful that she did not sprinkle holy water on Luther's body as much as a stage of the marriage process because she did not want to be seen by her daughter as a disheveled father, however, even though Mark was far from the bottom of his heart, he did not really like Luther.

Mark gulped water from his glass clean before staring at his daughter.

"What do you want now? It's not that the battle isn't over outside but that you want to be happy among the black blood ties that make things dirty. Elena, Luther's. Clean up the mess that happened before your wishes you fulfilled."

"Geez, papa." Elena shook her waist while grinning. "But we're really married yet because I'm honestly scared to be with her in the room, papa. I'm not ready to have a baby! Another half-vampire baby, oh my gosh I have a hard time imagining being a mother. I'm afraid papa. Is it possible that the baby will gnaw me from the inside?"

Gosh darn. A shadow of horror loomed over Elena's head. He was goosebumps and everyone suddenly smiled stiffly and condemned Elena's honesty. How could he reveal his heart in front of Luther so directly that the vampire's shoulder slumped.

Elena doesn't want a baby, but I'd love to have an heir. Someone who can accept my power.

And when Mark didn't reply to his daughter's words while putting on a flat face with a hardened jaw, Elena immediately realized it hadn't been discussed with Luther. Elena turned around, putting on an adorable childish expression in Luther's eyes.

"I'm not sure, I just don't feel ready. This wedding has not been in my imagination for a special wedding. You understand what I mean, Luth? A girl wants a sweet marriage for life."

Luther shadowed Elena wearing a beautiful white bridal dress, instead of a thick coat and head covering, purple socks covering her entire calf as well as yellow house slippers.

Elena will definitely be more beautiful and she can use her identity clothes that will add an impression of authority. He can also shave his mustache first and brush his shoes to look shiny.

Her marriage to Elena had to be perfect, at least, even if it was a vampire and human marriage, Luther had to realize Elena's desire to have a sweet marriage in memory.

Luther nodded. Although some reasonable possibilities will not occur. He agrees to the additional terms of Mark, as well as he is glad there was no splash of holy water during the wedding process.

"We can talk about it later, Elena. Now I have to clean up the dead demons' carcasses and solve this problem." Luther was serious, "They must be burned."

"You can take them to the lumber mill, there's a big oven there." Jonathan said. "And please, your sister you just locked up in the dungeon, she's really troubling Marissa!"

Malcolm grins. "I think Marissa loves me, Jo. He's considerate. Look, he sticks to me constantly."

"I understand, Jo. Ah..., you can't blame me and not prevent this from happening, Marissa pays attention to me. Don't be mad!"

Jonathan lifted his chin as he looked at Luther intently.

Look at your sister's behavior, what should I do to her?

What if you're trying to date Patricia, Jo? Forgetting Marissa for a while because she doesn't seem to love you enough.

God fucking.

Jonathan passed by, he rubbed his neck and stopped at the steps. The feeling is slow, the presence of the vampire was apparently not only messing with Mark's life but also himself. Malcolm, who has never been in love, finds Marissa loving and does not want to be tied to marriage. Malcolm comforts Marissa with out-of-the-box experiences she never imagined were true or not.

"You're thinking about my sister and your boyfriend?" Luther brushed Jonathan's murky thoughts with his nimble appearance to the man's side.

"You think it's easy?" Jonathan warned Luther with his gaze that was like a winter cloud.

"For some time it doesn't seem easy. But I'll take care of it later after my business is done. And you have to help me first!" persuade Luther.

Jonathan descended the steps wearyly. He knew, he shouldn't have had to help Mark in the first place, he should have remained a psychic and a college student only who knew when his passing was because he was sure Marissa didn't have to divide the space in her heart for the goddamn vampire.

Jonathan drew the sword on the wall of the cathedral.

"You're gonna have to pay me a fortune, Luth. Fuck your love affair."

Luther grinned. They banded together to subvert the remaining Dark Larks clan before plowing down a large truck that was loosened by the roadside.

The two roamed around like orange soldiers picking up demons one by one and throwing them in trucks before being taken to a lumber mill. The routine lasted for less than six days until Jonathan was exhausted. He fell ill and unfortunately he who was in the wood factory to make sure all the Dark Larks clans were reduced to ashes had to mingle with Patricia.

"You came here on purpose?" ask Jonathan.

"Not really." Patricia looked at her nails. "Outside the storm, no man dares to come out of the cathedral. So I was forced to come here to deliver food and blankets while Luther was preparing for his wedding to Elena! You mind if I come over from my brother?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Originally you have no intention of teasing me!" said judes.

"It's a shame." Patricia grunting.

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