Vampires are mad, cold and hungry for rage and thumping. Because life is too long for them, it seems that ordinary people's life is nothing but weeds, and they grow endlessly in their lives. Vampires can burn these weeds, turn over the ground with a shovel, and scatter those grass seeds like air. There is no limit to freedom, and greater and deeper stimulation is needed to touch the feeling of pleasure in life.
Vampires have high nose bridges, light eyes, pale snow-like skin and long paper heads. They whisper in the ears of their prey, stroke their chins with their fingers, touch the tips of their noses, rub and kiss, and the prey do not know whether it is sweet or dramatic. Pain, only to feel a deep convulsion like suffocation, and then their glasses were filled with blood and night.
When hungry, vampires climb and roll in the yellow-green plague zone, in the fly-infested slum in search of lingering fading blood, crouching on their necks like a beast; they can soak in the fetid mud , sucking the blood of the lizard poisonous snake frog to quench the unbearable thirst. But sometimes they also put on fancy clothes, look for young and active young men and women in the singing and singing, flick their silky skin with their fingertips, and indulge like sipping fine wine. Sleeping in the coffin at night.
Vampire kids have sweet smiles and weird and playful killing methods. Because of the sarcasm of the grocery store owner, she took the owner's life and took the white doll in his hand. The piano teacher slapped her fingers, a smile appeared on her face, and the song was about to end. A heated accent finish on the keyboard.
But sometimes they are so vulnerable that they drink the stagnant blood of the dead, and their own skin is easily pierced; they sleep in airtight coffins at night, as delicate and fragile as sleeping babies. They saw the harmless and beautiful sunset in the early morning, but they seemed to be scorched by the burning fire, and in the end they could only turn into a stone statue in fear, and they would be ashes at the touch of a touch.
Elegant and artistic, they wore black tuxedos and top hats, danced waltzes on arches like comical crows, and took off other people's hats mischievously.
They are vampires, but they play mortals pretending to be vampires. They lifted the girl's beautiful ketone body like a lamb, the red vampire bishop mercifully drained her blood, and the devotees rushed up to lick the girl's last soul clean.
Their caves were dimly lit with candle oil. The sound of firewood spread from the cracks in the stone bricks. Great chapters and palaces, but the vampires are still unhappy.
【Your fall from grace is also the decline of your century.
An undead man with a mortal passion. 】
They are philosophers, searching for the source just like humans. Humans look for apes. They look for the beginning of blood desire, but they seem to be more difficult to find than humans. Between countless flies and dogs flying in their lives, they turn to find the most important person in their endless life. At the beginning, they were all young, even if they were 60 years old, they were only the infancy of the undead. A 9-year-old child may be his own grief, but slowly, time has disrupted everything and started over again. Whether the gap between the fifty-something years is only the difference of one or two years of human beings, but it doesn't matter, and there is no need for a name. Among vampires, in addition to killing boring cooperation, teasing, and bantering, the biggest component is Love. Fifty years old or five hundred years old, it is a lover to accompany you slowly.
They are an elegant group of gods, occasionally wielding cruel and ruthless cold blades, they are like pendulums that do not have any ripples in the land of time, swaying gracefully and smoothly, but always looking forward to the thumping of the soul.
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