My Vampire Guy

In the sorrowful darkness, Samson told Maris what had happened in the afternoon.

He also expressed his thoughts at the moment.

He felt as if he were imprisoning Lucasta.

However, he was afraid that if she met someone else, she might gradually move away from his arms, like any other mature girl.

– Samson, if you consider her like a sister, you need to understand her mood. Lucasta has grown up, so please bring her back to where she belongs so she can integrate into the community.

– Lucasta is still naive and stupid. Besides, she said she just wanted to know if the drawings in the book were real or not. She said she was happy to be with me.

Samson’s obstinacy and self-deception made Maris only could shake her head and sigh.

If he thought like that, he wouldn’t have to worry or be sad.

No ordinary person would want to live in this gloomy forest.

This place has only trees, wind, and freezing snow in winter.

This desolate place is just the residence of two vampires who cannot control their emotions.

– Lucasta lied. She was afraid you would scold her, so she lied. – Maris sat up and looked at him.

– You mean she’s afraid of me?

– Right. Samson, even I don’t want to live here. I feel very sad to have to live here.

The moonlight slowly passed over their heads and disappeared into the dark clouds crossing the sky.

The forest became dark, and only the red light from the priceless diamond on Samson’s collar was left.

Samson didn’t think Lucasta was so afraid of him that she had to lie.

She still laughs every day and always cooks new dishes for him.

Maybe she’s trying to show that she’s okay?

Maybe he was too selfish to want to keep this sunshine for himself and ignore her feelings.

Perhaps she was very sad and tired of the boring life beside him, but she couldn’t say it, so she became stubborn.

Maybe it was a way to relieve her trapped mood.

Samson returned to the castle when the clock struck ten o’clock at night.

He did not rush to his room but quickly walked to Lucasta’s room.

Under the flickering candlelight, his lovely little girl was still obediently lying on the bed and breathing softly, in contrast to his tired, anxious sigh.

– Lucasta, I want to know what you want.

Samson didn’t sleep all night.

It was not until dawn that he fell asleep.

In his dream, he saw Eirlys’ blood-stained face and her cry for help amid the ferocious wolves that surrounded her.

– Samson, Samson. Are you okay? Please wake up. – Lucasta panicked and called him.

– Lucasta. Did you just call my name?

– Yes, it’s me. You had a nightmare, right?

She asked while reaching out to wipe the sweat from Samson’s face.

He struggled to sit up, leaning against the head of the bed.

Since he had Lucasta by his side, this was the first time he had had this dream again.

– Since when did you come to my room? – He took her hand, lowered it, and wiped his sweat.

– I was going to wake you up for breakfast, but as soon as I came in, I saw you calling Eirlys repeatedly. Brother, who is Eirlys? – Lucas looked up at him with wide eyes.

– Ah. Eirlys is a friend of mine, but she and I have long since lost touch.

– You are happy to have her as a friend, right? I guess you missed her so much that you saw her while you were sleeping.

– Right. Come on, let’s go have breakfast.

As soon as he got out of bed, Lucasta clung to his arm like she did when she was a child.

This sense of familiarity seemed to take him back to the past.

However, there was something strange that he could not identify.

His heart fluttered a little as the scent of her hair entered his nose, and every time he looked directly into her blue eyes, his whole body froze.

Just like any other breakfast, Lucasta made Samson a scone the size of her hand and she ate a scone the size of her four hands combined.

She doesn’t care about a slim waist and that’s why she’s quite chubby and in Samson’s eyes, that’s cute.

More than once he was about to open his mouth to ask her about her genuine desires, but then he procrastinated.

He was worried that if she said she wanted to go to the city to live, it would be a crossroads that would take him and her in two different directions, unable to be together anymore.

– Oh… oh, the rat… the rat.

Lucasta yelled and threw the scone on the floor, jumped on the chair, then jumped on the table, then jumped on Samson because she was too scared.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped around his hips, her eyes closed, and her mouth constantly forced him to throw the rat outside.

– It’s okay, the rat ran out. – He spoke to reassure her.

After Lucasta looked around for a long time and she was sure the rat was gone, she slowly slid down to the floor.

Samson saw her looking at the scone with regret so he let her eat his scone and used the excuse that his stomach was a little uncomfortable so that she wouldn’t feel guilty.

– Brother, I will ask Maris to give me some owls. They’ll help us catch the rat.

Lucasta’s soft pleas gave Samson goosebumps.

If she asked him to live with the owls, he would rather get out of this castle.

If they were here, even if he drank blood, he would imagine their feathers falling into his glass of blood.

And his blankets, shoes, and socks will also be covered with their feathers.

– Maris’ owls don’t know how to catch rats. They are a useless bunch. Ah, no, because Maris made them lose their instincts. Samson hurried to find a reason to refuse her request.

– Please agree, brother, I’m afraid of rats.

When Lucasta was about to cry to convince Samson to agree, he covered her eyes with his hand.

She said she was afraid of rats, but didn’t she know he hated owls?

Besides, if she brought them to the castle, she’d just ignore him.

A year ago, she brought the lost squirrel to the castle and in her head and her heart, there was always only its shadow, ignoring him.

In the end, he had to go find the mother squirrel and convince her to let it go back to the forest.

However, she was also sad for ten days and expressed her hatred towards him.

– Can we talk about this after we return from the city? – He let go of her eyes and said.

– What are you saying? Will you take me to the city? The city is real, isn’t it? Does it look like the picture in the book?

Lucasta’s excited questions and sparkling eyes seemed to give Samson the most accurate answer.

Maris was right.

Lucasta wanted to go to the city but because she was afraid of him, she lied.

If he didn’t speak first, she would have buried that dream in her heart and wished every night.

– The city is real and more beautiful than the pictures. In a few days, I will take you to the city to visit Harvey and Aurora.

– Oh, I miss Aurora and Harvey so much. I thought they would come back next Christmas, but they didn’t come. Harvey just went to the edge of the forest to give Maris things and then returned.

– They are very busy. In the city, everyone has to work to earn money. They don’t have a lot of free time like us.

While Lucasta ate the scone, Samson went down to the basement to eat his breakfast.

He drank all the blood in one gulp and then returned because he was not in the mood to enjoy it.

As he passed the mirror, he stopped and looked at himself.

Does anyone know that hiding behind this handsome and gentle appearance is a creature that drinks human blood?

Downstairs, Lucasta finished eating and took the basket to the garden to pick vegetables.

Because she was in a very good mood today, she was interested in flower arrangements.

After she finished picking vegetables, she sang while choosing the most beautiful rose branches to put in the crystal vase.

In her excitement, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and turned around.

That beautiful picture made Samson almost dumbfounded.

He recalled Harvey’s warnings.

Could it be that his feelings for her have changed?

– Lucasta, let’s go upstairs to continue painting the unfinished picture. – Samson spoke up.

Fast as a squirrel, Lucasta ran to his side.

Both of them went up to the drawing room to finish the unfinished painting.

It was a painting of him and her.

She drew him and he drew her together in a picture.

Although Lucasta did not ask him, she had known for a long time that the girl in the picture he hung in the middle of the painting room was Eirlys when she saw the small words written below the picture.

Until this morning, when she heard him call the girl’s name, she suddenly felt jealous.

He had never called her name in his sleep, only when he was awake.

Maris once said that when a person calls a person’s name in a dream, that person has a very important place in their heart.

Both of them were intently drawing pictures of each other.

Because they saw each other’s faces every day, he and she didn’t need to observe each other anymore.

Her figure was imprinted in his mind and his figure was also imprinted in her mind.

Whether they closed their eyes or opened them, they could remember every detail.

– Done. This is you and me.

Lucasta put down her paintbrush and stepped back to admire the finished painting.

She glanced over at Samson and she saw he was nodding and smiling, too.

However, as she continued to look up at the painting of Eirlys, she suddenly felt uncomfortable and boldly speak up.

– Samson, let’s take that picture down to hang this one.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She said as she approached to remove the painting they had just finished, but Samson held her hand.

This action of his made her understand that Eirlys was very important to him and that he did not want anyone to replace Eirlys, including her.

– Ah. Not necessarily so.

She retracted her hand and left the room before his confused gaze.

When she knew she was out of his sight, she silently wiped the tears that had just flowed from the corner of her eyes with her hand and rushed into the kitchen to prepare lunch.