The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events-Chapter 92 - A New Day

Translator: Doggotranslation

On Thursday morning, a new day began. Louise opened her eyes, feeling the emptiness behind her back, put down her rolled hair, and slowly got up. Louise was almost getting used to the sight of no one beside her bed in the morning. Even sometimes in the middle of the night, she woke up half-continuously, Zach was no longer around her.

Vampires are nocturnal creatures. Louise has almost understood these things, and Zach has a special bloodline that allows him to walk in the sunlight. But in the sunny outdoors, Zach would always hold a cigarette, a cup of coffee, or have a little food from a small bottle in his arms.

The strange thing is that the vampire does not have the unpleasant smell and blood or tobacco and coffee, only a faint, calming coolness. It has nothing to do with the temperature, only with whether he is hungry or not. The chill of the first encounter with a vampire has never appeared again.

Louise counted the time. It was very close to the time of vampire dieting. The temperature that once made herself full of vigilance was about to reappear.

Louise started dressing in the memories she had two months ago.

In fact, there was nothing for her to do. Louise has abandoned her former career, and she doesn’t need to please others’ eyes. Louise just combed her hair straight, drew eyeliner on her somewhat dull eyes, covered some dark circles under the foundation, and tinged slightly pale lips with a warm red.

She didn’t sleep well last night and had been waiting for Zach to arrive. It wasn’t until she couldn’t endure the drowsiness in the dark that she fell asleep in the end. f𝘳ℯℯ𝙬𝒆𝚋𝐧oν𝑒Ɩ.c𝑜𝙢

Louise looked at herself in the mirror, trying to remember her own face. Because Zach once told her, ‘when you become a vampire, there will be no more images of you in the mirror.’

Louise took a deep breath and glanced at ‘herself’ the last time. Pushing open the door, walking along the corridor, the doors of Old Hank and Alice’s room were already open, they had already gotten up before her and began the day’s routine housework. Louise’s white fingers slid on the stair guardrail, as she walked down the stairs, turned around, faced the door of the stairwell leading to the back porch of the Grande Funeral Home.

She carried on walking.

“Slower!” It was Zach’s voice that passed through the door into the cold, narrow staircase. f𝑟𝑒ewe𝚋𝚗૦𝐯e𝘭.c𝗼𝓂

“Breathe!” Zach’s voice.

“Breathe?” Some unfamiliar young voices were followed by some funny heavy breaths.

“Euh. I mean, it’s like breathing.” There was a hint of amusement in Zach’s helpless voice, and the tone added an emphasis unconsciously, “Feel the blood flowing in the blood vessels! Feel the breath! The heartbeat! The heartbeat is our breath!”

“Why are you rushing me!” A young voice, “Don’t be so strict on me!”

“Thirteen years!” Zach’s voice, “Thirteen years! You still can’t move in the sunlight! You must have broken the family record!”

“Screw the family record!” The young voice, “We are the only two ‘Toreador’ in the world. I am the record!”

“Hahaha!” Zach seemed to be amused, “You are right.”

Louise had just lifted her hand, but her fingers reaching the doorknob suddenly stopped, a slight airflow spat out between Louise’s delicate lips, she took back her fingers, turned around, and walked towards the kitchen. Alice must need help to prepare breakfast.

Zach stood under the sunlight casting from the east, and the early morning sun was not enough to affect Zach. He looked at Ian under the roof of the porch. The young vampire, whose hair was so hair now that it almost made him look like he was bald, took a difficult step into the sunlight.

“Flop.”

Ian’s eyes lost their luster and closed directly, and he fell to the ground like a monkey without bones. Zach sighed, picked up Ian, who was facing the ground, and threw him back into the shade on the porch. Ian’s eyes opened and he looked at Zach “Did I succeed?”

“No.” Zach replied straightforwardly.

Ian, look at his body, there was no missing skin or parts, “At least I didn’t burn! This is progress, right!”

Zach shook his head helplessly and nodded again. Ian was already pretty good. He only really taught this descendant for thirty-two days, plus last night.

“Take a rest.” Zach patted Ian on the shoulder. “We all worked hard yesterday.”

Ian’s expression suddenly became vigilant, because the topless Benjamin scratched his back in a daze, and walked towards the two vampires. He put a hand on Zach’s shoulder and rubbed his nose, “You two are so stinky.”

“Only you-”

Zach waved his hand, stopped the impulsive young man, smiled, and said to the werewolf, “I’m in a good mood, so I drank a few more glasses.”

“Whatever” The werewolf pouted indifferently: “I called ‘Sam’ yesterday, are you going or you want me to go?”

Zach blinked at Ian, then turned to Benjamin, “you can go.”

Benjamin nodded and glanced at Ian, the kind of ‘glance’ that he simply moved his eyes to one side without the slightest expression, and then moved back. Benjamin turned and left. Alpha’s disdain seemed to anger the young vampire again. Ian’s pupils turned blood red in an instant, but all he could do was stand on the porch and grit his teeth. Werewolves are creatures in the sun, vampires are not.

Zach held down the angry Ian, and said seriously: “Ian, Benjamin is a friend and a partner!”

“Why should we be partners with four-legged creatures!” The time Ian became a vampire, minus the time he was sleeping, was less than a year, I really don’t know where his strong sense of racial superiority came from!

Zach frowned. He didn’t remember exaggerating werewolves’ threats to vampires during his thirty-two days of ‘teaching’ career. After all, the most important ‘quality’ of a vampire is immortality, not being killed by a werewolf. The one who really feels racial superiority is Zach...

Zach just forgot his vigilance when he first met Benjamin on the battlefield. After all, thirteen years can change a person’s perception.

Zach shook his head helplessly, “You will find out that Benjamin is our trusted partner.” In the weakest moment, facing Benjamin’s wolf body, the vampire who was still alive miraculously was qualified to say this.

Ian frowned, the red in his eyes disappeared, but his face still filled with confusion. If one thing was created to hunt another thing, then for the latter, the hostility from instinct was not so easy to eliminate. Especially since the latter was still so young and had just been defeated by the former.

Zach no longer thought about this question. In fact, he was not worried about what Ian would do to Benjamin. Benjamin is Alpha, and it is difficult for Zach to fight him, let alone Ian. As for Benjamin, Zach trusted his self-control.

“Do you want to see Anthony? I can call him.” Zach changed the subject.

Ian’s vigilance immediately dissipated, and replaced with melancholy, “He, did he forgive me?”

Zach did not answer, this was not a question he could answer.

After a long silence, Ian seemed to have made up his mind, “Call him! I want to see him!”

Zach nodded, and the question didn’t really need to be asked. Ian would come to Barton thirteen years ago just because his younger brother had the dream of living in the newly emerging city named ‘Barton’ after the war every day. It was said that it was a city built by a group of righteous men. There was a philanthropist named “Quinn” who built families for children who lost their parents in the war.

When the war was still going on, it was the only thing the soldiers believed in while they shed blood, a belief that everything was meaningful.