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Revenge feels particularly handsome.
Revenge stands next to a burning car, his eyes deep red like blood, a wild and cold fierceness flashing through them. His first reaction, unexpectedly, is that he feels exceptionally handsome in this moment. In his heart, he is secretly pleased, but at the same time, a wave of absurd confusion arises - is this the power of a vampire, or has he suddenly turned into a superhero? In his mind, there even appears an image of himself wearing a cape, flying between cities, with the black veil from the legend of the vampire covering his arm. This scene, though absurd, makes him laugh out loud in the perilous night.
However, the eruption of this power was only temporary. As time passed, he felt the power within him gradually recede, and his body returned to its usual state. On the street, Revenge found a half-ruined bicycle. He didn't have time to think more, so he could only ride this shaky bike and pedal as fast as he could towards home.
The night was as dark as ink, and only the warm light shining from a distance through the windows of his home seemed to guide him. When he saw that familiar light, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, as he approached the front door, the usual holy water basin was nowhere to be found. This detail struck him like a heavy blow to the chest, and an ominous premonition rushed to his mind. He knew that the holy water basin was a necessary item for every human household to guard against low-level vampires, and its disappearance might mean that a more powerful presence had invaded this home.
Revenge burst into the house, and a strong, pungent smell of blood hit him in the face, so intense that it almost suffocated him. His steps faltered, and he almost fainted again. The scene before him seemed like his most terrifying nightmare turned into reality, and the fear and disbelief intertwined in his heart.
In the living room, his parents' bodies lay pale and lifeless in a pool of blood. The sight was so horrifying that Revenge's steps became unsteady, and he couldn't and dared not approach. His heart felt as if it were being tightly squeezed, making it difficult to breathe. He clutched his chest and let out a piercing scream with all his strength. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of losing the people he loved.
His voice gradually became hoarse, almost unrecognizable from its original tone. After a long time, Revenge trembled and forced himself to go upstairs, pushing open the bathroom door. The scene inside was even more tragic - the water in the bathtub had been dyed red with blood, and the water on the floor overflowed, staining the entire bathroom floor tiles red.
He approached cautiously, his eyes filled with tears. His sister's pale face floated quietly in the bloodstained water, her golden hair scattered on the surface. He gently stroked his sister's pale face and smoothed her hair. He remembered how his sister used to play shooting games with toy guns when they were young, always letting him win, pretending to be shot and falling to the ground, then little Revenge would run over to see her, and she would always startle him and then hug him. His trembling lips caressed his sister's face, his hoarse plea: "Sis, wake up, look at me, look at me, okay?"
But there was only deathly silence in response. The icy reality was like a knife, constantly tearing at his heart. The pain in Revenge's heart was unbearable, and he fiercely pounded his chest, trying to dispel the stabbing sensation. Overwhelmed by sadness, his emotions completely shattered his rationality, causing his steps to stagger until he finally collapsed on the cold floor tiles, losing consciousness.
Lying on the cold tiles, Revenge lost consciousness. In that moment, his world changed completely. In the heavy darkness, a sound from the living room downstairs awakened him. The flames of revenge were reignited in his tears, and he felt an instinctive warning, a dangerous omen.
Revenge's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, a strong sense of danger covering all his senses. Detaching himself from grief, his heart was filled with the fury of revenge, the flames burning more fiercely in his tears, as if to incinerate all the pain and anger together.
His arm muscles swelled again, feeling an unprecedented strength, and with a sudden push of his legs against the ground, Revenge had already leaped from the upper floor. His roar shook the entire space, as if it could tear the night sky apart and dispel the darkness. Downstairs, a man with a dirty coat and stubble was struck by his force, crashing into the wall, causing it to crack and dust to scatter.
The scruffy man emerged from the rubble, his eyes shimmering with an eerie blue light, appearing both dangerous and sinister. His nose twitched as if sniffing the air, and his eyes were fixed on Revenge, as if assessing the threat. At the same time, his fingers slowly morphed, sharp nails extending like a beast's claws, poised to strike at any moment.
Revenge's desire for vengeance had clouded his mind, almost causing him to forget how to fight. He attacked on instinct, every move filled with a determination to destroy everything. He stared at the enemy before him, with only one thought in his mind: revenge. He was determined to annihilate this dangerous presence, regardless of what it was.
"Are you from the the Myers family?" The scruffy man suddenly stopped and his voice was low and hoarse. "Your scent is strange, you are not human." This statement made Revenge abruptly stop his attack, feeling a hint of doubt in his heart.
At that moment, the scruffy man's appearance began to undergo a subtle change. His hair became more abundant, his fangs slowly protruded, but he did not continue his attack. Instead, he suddenly threw the nearby wardrobe at Revenge, then used the opportunity to break through the window and escape into the night, disappearing into the darkness.
Revenge rushed out of the door, only to find a silent surroundings. The scruffy man who might be a werewolf had vanished without a trace. He knelt on the cold ground, gazing into the distant darkness, and swore in his heart, "I will make all my enemies pay, and bury the entire main city, the entire council!!!"
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