C69 (1/2)

Rebecca did not live all these years for nothing. She immediately felt the strange pressure from Davina, and the ancestor vampire's sharp instinct sensed a strong threat.

Rebecca looked warily at the cute girl who looked like cotton candy in front of her. Where did Marcel find such a treasure? It was really hard to deal with her. Davina did not seem to be friendly to Rebecca either.

”You said you were going to kill Marcel?” Davina challenged this fact. ”Who allowed it?” Marcel's life was protected by her, and she wanted Rebecca to know who she had offended.

Davina hated bullying people who hurt Marcel, human or vampire or, damn witch.

”She's got a nice personality, but tonight she's not very nice to me.” Perhaps it was a man's instinct toward his own woman, but no matter if it was the woman from before or the woman now, they all had a vague warmth to them.

Davina raised her eyebrows and her delicate, white hands moved slightly. She lifted her delicate face to look at Rebecca and said, ”Is that so? I'm afraid it's time to send them off. ”

Before Rebecca could counterattack, she hit the wall with a 'shua' and her body went into a circle. After that, she took another shutter and was sent flying with a 'shua' sound.

A large, curved hole appeared in the wall. Rebecca's body twisted a few times before she fainted.

Marcel's eyes flickered strangely as he watched the mighty Davina send him away. Elijah's dagger reminded him of a bad past, that damned old Klaus trick.

Marcel was lost in his memories. Davina was standing quietly by his side as she painted. She seemed to be able to sense the fluctuations of his emotions. After Marcel regained consciousness, he saw her clearly draw out a series of tragic events.

It was years ago, Marcel had counted the years until one day, his lovely, honorable, hateful friend Klaus had pulled out Rebecca's dagger.

She opened her beautiful eyes from a long and unfathomable long sleep.

Marcel looked at them through the crack in the door as if they were strangers.

”Rebecca,” Klaus said, his hands clasped together as he fiddled with the damned silver dagger. ”It's time. I'm tired of waiting and I'm looking forward to seeing you like this. Because that would be absolutely interesting. ”

That damned scum, Marcel knew that Klaus was enjoying himself and Rebecca's pain. He had done it on purpose.

The sleeping beauty rubbed her eyes in confusion and asked her brother, ”What day is it today?”

”Sunday.” Klaus gave her a definite answer.