My Vampire Guy

It was already dusk, but the two of them were still sitting.

Maris understood Samson was waiting for Lucasta to wake up to take her back to the castle.

Anyway, for a month now, he was the one who took care of Lucasta from meal to sleep, so he would feel empty if she didn’t come back to the castle with him tonight.

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Samson’s question made Maris extremely surprised. This was the first time he asked about her owls.

The last time he’d left a pie for the owl, she’d simply thought he wanted to thank her for helping him make the pies.

– They’re fine. – She happily replied.

– Your daily routine seems to have changed. Because of the newborn owls, right? Samson asked Maris, but his gaze was directed at the main door.

– Yes, this time they have proliferated too much.

The space fell into silence again. Even the sighs of the two of them could be heard clearly.

Before Lucasta appeared in this place, Samson and Maris had never sat down and talked like this. They only met briefly and said a few sentences and then went home because there was nothing between them to discuss. Besides, Samson was rather quiet and now Maris could hear him speak more.

– Lucasta often wakes up in the middle of the night, so please pay attention to her. As long as you hold her hand, she will fall back to sleep. If she wants to go home tomorrow morning, you can carry her back for me. I’ll leave the door open. I have to bother you tonight. Well, I’m leaving, bye.

After Samson said that, he got up and left the castle.

Even though Lucasta couldn’t see him, he walked so slowly that Maris thought he was a human man.

Perhaps he gradually formed a habit because he did not want to reveal his vampire identity in front of that little girl.

– Samson, you took good care of her.

Maris whispered and went back into the castle, forgetting the rose branches lying on the table.

Samson is haunted by Eirlys’ past and Maris is tormented by Vincent’s past, even in her dreams.

Sometimes, she was suddenly afraid of both fire and candlelight when the moment Vincent turned to ashes suddenly appeared in her mind.

Samson returned to the castle and strode down to the basement room and fetched a bottle of dried blood, then poured it into a glass of water and stirred.

Since Lucasta became more agile, he did not dare to leave these bottles of dried blood in his room arbitrarily.

In the dim darkness, his tall and thin figure appeared on the wall and flickered along with the candle.

– Why is the blood not so good today? Is it because it has expired or is it because Harvey bought the wrong blood of poor quality?

The question to himself echoed in a sigh that made the room even more gloomy.

The three words “I hate you” of Lucasta kept ringing in his ears, causing him to hate himself even more.

He should have put Eirlys out of his mind and wholeheartedly taken care of Lucasta to avoid these unnecessary conflicts.

– Lucasta, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t scold you. What’s wrong with me?

The pendulum clock chimed, signaling it was seven o’clock in the evening.

Maris had just finished cooking the pot of cereal.

She was about to scoop the cereal into a bowl to save for Lucasta when she discovered that the little girl had woken up and was standing behind her.

– Good evening Lucasta. Do you want to eat cereal? Maris shrugged and said.

Compared to cereal, Lucasta prefers mushrooms cooked by Samson. For almost ten days, he didn’t let her eat mushrooms, and today because she was angry with him; she didn’t have mushrooms to eat anymore.

Because Maris saw Lucasta’s sad face, she put down her cereal bowl and approached, picked up the human girl, and set her down on the chair.

– You miss your brother, right? Maris asked.

– Right. – Lucasta bowed her head and replied softly.

– Samson scolds you because he loves you too much. If I were there, I’d scold you too. He will be heartbroken if you get hurt.

Lucasta shed tears as she heard Maris’ gentle words. She realized how guilty she was when she said words like rubbing salt in her brother’s heart.

She knew very well that Samson loved her very much. He took care of her little by little and pampered her unconditionally.

– I’ll take you home with him. Samson will be happy to see you.

Lucasta nodded, slid down from the chair, and held out her tiny hand for Maris to take.

The two of them walked to the gate of the gilded castle.

Maris did not enter but just pushed the gate for Lucasta to enter and instructed her to lock it.

After Lucasta waved goodbye to Maris, she immediately ran off to find Samson. She was also like Samson because as long as she was away from him for a little while, she would miss him immensely.

– The love between brother and sister is magical, isn’t it, Vincent?

The corners of Maris’ eyes were suddenly wet as she remembered the man who had taken care of her in the same way that Samson had cared for Lucasta.

If only he could keep the love between brother and sister intact, the tragedy would have no beginning.

Unlike Lucasta, Maris discovered Vincent’s identity from the moment he brought her to the castle and adopted her as his sister.

She was only ten years old that year.

When Maris had left for a while, Lucasta had just walked up to Samson’s room.

She pushed the door gently and entered the room and approached him.

Samson never lights a candle while he sleeps and the red diamond on his collar is the only thing that lets her know where he is.

The closer Lucasta got to Samson, the more she could hear his soft breathing.

Because she was afraid to wake him up, she did not call, but crept up to the bed and lay down next to him. She wanted to apologize to him as soon as he woke up.

Samson was awake as soon as she pushed open the door and walked in, but because he still didn’t know if she was still mad at him or not, he tried to lie still, and now he understood that she no longer cared about things in the woods.

The candle was quickly lit by Samson, and the room immediately became cozy.

Lucasta looked at him with teary eyes for a few seconds and then she swooped into his lap, hugging him tightly and sobbing.

– I’m sorry, Samson. Don’t hate me, please.

– You’re so stupid. I love you. How can I hate you? Be good, my sister doesn’t cry anymore. Have you had dinner yet?

– Not yet. Maris cooks cereal for me, but I want to eat mushrooms. – She answered honestly.

– You came back because you wanted to eat mushrooms, right? – He put his hand on her cheek and asked.

– No.

Lucasta smiled and shook her head.

It was a sign that Samson was even more sure that she had forgotten all about the unpleasantness.

He spread his arms wide, and she immediately rushed over, wrapping her arms around his neck to let him carry her to the kitchen.

Because the plate of mushrooms he cooked in the afternoon was rotten, she had to wait for him to cook a new dish of mushrooms.

– I can eat rotten mushrooms. She rubbed her hungry stomach and said.

– Can not. Rotten food will give you an upset stomach and I will be very sad.

Samson said while adding firewood to the oven to make the mushrooms cook faster.

He couldn’t tell Lucasta that if she had a stomachache, he’d be miserable.

Every time he carried her to the toilet, his legs were about to fall off, not to mention when she was in so much pain, she mercilessly pinched his arm, causing his arm to bruise.

– Why do you feel sad when I have a stomachache? – Lucas continued to ask.

– Because I love you, I’m sad. – Samson answered.

– Why do you love me?

– Because you’re my sister.

Although Samson was tired, he still had to answer Lucasta.

He guessed that the night would probably end with countless why questions from the girl, and he didn’t want to interrupt because he wanted to atone for the mistake of being indifferent to her and causing her to almost fall into the wolf’s mouth.