OBS Chapter 2883 When Night Falls (1)
Chapter 2883 When Night Falls (1)
Chapter 2883 When Night Falls (I)
dark night.
The dark clouds were as thick as insoluble ink. Water drops from the eaves fell on the floor tiles. The streets were so quiet that even the wind was silent. Only the crows hiding from the rain on the church porch made low and hoarse calls.
The air was very humid, and the dark red color crashed into the rain, forming one vortex after another.
With a "whoosh", the slender pointed wooden stake was pulled out of the chest. More pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground with an imperceptible muffled sound, which sounded more like a hymn of death than screams and wails.
Spotless leather shoes stepped over the puddle beside the corpse. A tall figure stood in front of the pulpit. When he raised his head, he seemed to be looking into the eyes of Jesus who had his head bowed.
Pale, bony hands grasped the largest candlestick on the pulpit, and the candle, burning with a feeble flame, was thrown down, setting fire to the overturned chair, then the table, the tablecloth, until the flames devoured the still twitching body.
The fire from the church burned half the sky red, and the figures disappeared into the darkness.
The hand holding the candlestick slowly lowered, and the top of the nearly one-meter-long three-pronged candlestick flashed with a sharp cold light, turning from a luxurious ceremonial object into a deadly weapon.
It was another night intoxicated by alcohol.
The blond man in a long trench coat fell drunk on the table. His eyes were dazed, drooling from the corners of his mouth. His eyeballs moved weakly and he glanced at a piece of news on the newspaper beside the table.
"The fire at the church in Islington...what bad luck." A hoarse voice sounded, and the man waved his hand to knock the newspaper that was in the way to the ground, then lowered his head and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
A series of rapid knocks on the door woke up the man lying on the table. The drunkenness seemed to dissipate a little. He put his hands on the table and tried to walk over to open the door.
But the person outside the door obviously couldn't wait for the drunkard. With a bang, the door was shattered by a purple beam of magic light, and a woman in a magician's uniform ran in hurriedly. Her leather boots stepped on the newspaper, leaving half a footprint on the photo of the church.
"Constantine... Constantine!! Help!!"
When the scream was heard, Constantine, who had just stood up, looked at the woman who threw herself into his arms in a daze.
"Zatanna? What's wrong with you?"
Constantine opened his arms.
But the expected warmth, fragrance and softness did not enter his arms.
With a whoosh, a golden light flashed, and behind the splattered blood was Constantine's pupils that had shrunk to the extreme.
"what!!!!"
As Zatanna screamed, a tall black shadow appeared outside the door.
Constantine turned his head sharply and saw that a huge golden candlestick had pierced Zatanna's chest and pinned her to the wall.
The wound that came into contact with the candlestick caught fire, burning the surrounding flesh black, and tended to spread to other parts of the body.
Constantine quickly reached out his hand, trying to use magic to put out the flames, but the water that could be conjured went straight through the flames, as if the flames were burning the soul rather than the body.
There was a bright flash of magical light, and the wound healed, but the candlestick remained fixed on the chest and the flame burned again.
Constantine had to turn around and look at the figure.
He looked very tall and strong, wearing a well-tailored black suit. The most noticeable thing was that the part below his eyes was completely covered by a mask.
This style of iron mask brought back bad memories for Constantine - during the time he was locked up in a mental hospital, only the most dangerous patients in the ward on the top floor of the hospital had to wear such a restraining mask at all times.
Just as Constantine was stunned, the shadow gradually pressed towards him, but without even looking at him, it came to Zatanna.
Zatanna raised her cloudy eyes and stared at him, gritting her teeth and said: "My master will not let you go! ... Constantine, save me!"
Constantine also gritted his teeth, he raised his hand instantly, and the magic light suddenly shone.
boom!
Constantine was knocked flying by a chair, blood flowing down his forehead. He moved his arms as if he wanted to take something from his windbreaker pocket, but he was picked up the next second.
"Hey... Hey! No matter who you are, let's talk nicely!" Constantine shouted, "I don't remember ever offending you!"
Constantine was thrown out of the window.
Zatanna's eyes widened in horror, and her wails of fear were swallowed back. She saw the figure standing in the middle of the house, tilting his head slightly and looking at the air in the corner.
"You're right, I can't kill her..."
Zatanna couldn't describe the strangeness of this voice, it was low and hoarse, but also had a metallic sharpness, like a rusty knife cutting through a guitar string. The vibrato at the end of the tone made people's hair stand on end.
Da, da, da…
A strange and ethereal collision sound came from the corner of the room, like the sound of bones strung together and blown by the wind, but there was a strange pattern.
There must be something there. Zatanna took a deep breath, trying to suppress the weak feeling coming from her chest.
"'A strange and mysterious figure'!" The irony magic came out of his mouth.
But there was nothing there except a cold and gentle moonlight.
Constantine stumbled into the room, covering his scraped arm and saying, "Hey man, give me a quick death, what on earth are you doing?"
With a swish, the candlestick was pulled away and Zatanna fell down weakly. The fire in her chest had not yet completely gone out. She could not even maintain her movements and fell to the ground in a mess, gasping for breath while holding her chest.
"Constantine, why don't you deal with him?!" Zatanna raised her lips, and among a row of neat and white teeth, the two protruding fangs were particularly conspicuous.
Constantine slid down the door frame helplessly, panting softly, "Look up, look at the moon."
Zatanna raised her head with some effort and looked out the living room window of Constantine's house.
"The moon... a full moon?! How is this possible? How can there be a full moon today?!!"
Constantine sat in front of the door, bathed in the moonlight, and weakly put down his arms. He looked up at the figure in the room and said, "Let Xiao Zha go, and I can agree to your terms."
silence.
The moonlight became increasingly brighter, and its glow became as solid as a substance.
"Convert me."
In the end, they only got such a brief reply, and Zatanna could hardly believe her ears. She used all her strength to sit up from the ground, and a shadow as big as a mountain pressed down on her.
Zatanna felt fingers colder than iron touching her chin, and then clamping her jaw tightly. She was forced to open her mouth again, her fangs sticking out uncontrollably, and blood dripping from the tips of her teeth.
Zatanna saw those eyes, which turned almost completely white under the moonlight. They did not look very scary, but had a strange purity and indifference.
Zatanna took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know what you are talking about, I..."
"Xiao Za." Constantine suddenly spoke up. He said, "I know you have become a vampire, but I don't care. I'm glad you came to me as soon as you were in danger, but I'm afraid you have to do what he said, otherwise we can't leave here."
Zatanna turned her eyes away and looked at the full moon outside the window again. The moonlight was like water, coating everything with a layer of cold light, making it seem extremely unreal.
Zatanna reached out and grasped the wrist in front of her, she said, "Then...I am glad you are willing to offer yourself to the Master."
Using his upward force, Zatanna stood up, holding his shoulders and bringing the fangs close to his neck.
"You'd better think it over." Constantine suddenly said, "This means you can no longer live under the sun. Is it worth it?"
“I don’t need sunlight.”
The strange sound sounded at a closer distance, and Zatanna felt her eardrums begin to buzz. She really couldn't delay any longer. The tremendous pressure made her almost crazy.
The fangs pierced the carotid artery, and hot blood flowed into Zatanna's mouth. However, the strong appetite aroused by the smell of blood prevented her from concentrating on tasting the food.
At this moment, she realized that the spiritual bridge built with blood was not her channel of attack, but the opponent's.
Zatanna let out a scream, and felt as if a sharp sword had pierced her brain. As the blood rushed, some kind of barrier was broken.
"John, John... the vampires are coming, they want to block out all the sunlight, think of a solution quickly..."
Zatanna murmured helplessly, a dark shadow rushed over and hugged the falling Zatanna, Constantine's eyes flashed with magic, and Zatanna's painful struggle gradually stopped.
He grabbed Zatanna's wrist, cut her arm with a folding knife, caught the blood in a cup, handed it to the figure in front of him, and said, "Drink it to complete the First Embrace. I have to take her to rest."
After saying that, Constantine didn't even look at the figure, picked up Zatanna and went back to the bedroom, where he put her on the bed.
He gently opened her lips with his fingers, and saw the fangs that had retracted, and he let out a long sigh.
Just as Constantine stood up and tried to leave, Zatanna grabbed his wrist. Even in her dream, she murmured, "Hurry up and find a way. They are coming. Night is about to fall..."
Constantine walked out of the bedroom door and saw that the other person was already sitting on the sofa. The glass of bright red liquid was half empty, and the bottle of red wine that he had not had time to drink was opened.
"Who are you?" he asked, standing still.
"You can call me 'Moonlight'."
Constantine spread his hands as if he was relaxed, walked to the other side of the sofa and said, "I know the situation may be very serious, but you don't have to remind us in such a violent way, and I don't think there is any need for you to become a vampire."
"Power." He uttered a single word.
"Yes, but there is a price." Constantine said: "This is not just power, but a curse. All those who gain the power of blood must obey the vampire king... Can you feel him?"
“I’m trying.”
Constantine walked around the sofa, sat opposite him and said, "Don't get too close to him, otherwise you will completely lose yourself. Even if you master the power of moonlight, you may not be able to resist his pollution."
Constantine glanced toward the bedroom door and said, "I don't want to get involved in this mess, but there will be no shortage of people looking for me. If you've got what you want, then leave now."
"That's too late."
Just as he finished speaking, a portal appeared in the living room of Constantine's house, and a man wearing a golden helmet and dressed like a Spartan warrior appeared in the room.
Constantine saw a flash of red light in the eyes of the man who called himself "Moonlight".
"Doctor Fate? No!"
"Constantine, I'm here to ask for your help. The Vampire King and his subordinates want to destroy humanity. We... are vampires?!!"