I sat back and looked at Mal, staring at me just now. His head was out of place, and it looked pathetic and ridiculous. His expression was still terrible.
I felt that pressure from his hand again.
"Are you ready?" I asked Avikas
"Grab his shoulder," Ivekas replied. "God help you."
I reached out and held Mal as fast as I could. I should put my knee against his chest, but he is too weak to bear such a weight now, so I still knelt aside.
Finally, with a whisper, Avikas pulled Mal’s head with his hands.
Blood poured out like a terrible spring, and I could have sworn I heard a supernatural tearing sound. Ivekas leaned back and held the skull in his hands.
"Get your head close to your body!" I cried, although I felt a sharp tilt of Mal’s body, I still grasped his shoulder and his arm stretched out as if to search for his head.
Ivekas put his head in a pool of blood and pressed it near his neck until the head suddenly moved by his own will. When it touched the body, the blood moved like a snake again, and the whole body tilted again, and it was firmly in its original position.
I saw Mal’s eyes move, his lips parted and he cried out with all his strength.
"Avikas"
Avikas leaned over him and cut his wrist like I did just now, but this time he let blood flow into Mal’s mouth.
Mal put his arm around him, pulled him to his back, arched him hard, and drank his pitifully thin legs, trembling and straightening.
I pushed this pair away from the lamp circle and sat staring at them in the shadow. I saw that Ivekas was exhausted. His heart was exhausted from giving too much blood. I approached them and asked if Jeanmart could drink my blood, too.
Oh, I’m resisting this move in my heart. Why do I have to do this? My answer is as unclear even now as it was then.
Mal has been able to sit up, and his figure is full, but his face and expression are still ugly. His blood is dry as usual, shining and can be wiped off or burned.
Mal put his arms close to me and hugged me and kissed my neck. He didn’t dare to sink his teeth.
"Good. Come on."
I hesitate, but I still say it’s time for him to drink blood and let him see the picture of Rome. I imagine the beautiful temple Constantine, the amazing Arc de Triomphe and the strange churches now. I think about Christians and their incredible rituals and things that can hide and annihilate all the secrets in my life.
I felt pain in my body. I could feel the pull from his hunger and needs. I didn’t have the mind to look at his mind. For a moment, my eyes met with Avikas. His face was dignified and complicated, and I was hit.
Finally, it’s all over. I can’t give any more. It’s almost time for Lebanon. I need the strength to get back to my hiding place as soon as possible. I got up and Avikas said
"Can’t we be friends now?" He asked, "We have been hostile for too many years."
Mal still endured all the suffering that befell him, and the current situation may not say anything, but he looked at me reproachfully and said
"You saw the virgin, and when I drank your blood, you saw it in your heart."
I was stiff with shock and anger.
I think I should kill him. He has learned how to combine the dismembered blood clan. He should finish what those drunkards didn’t finish at night today.
Oh, my heart is so cold
Avikas was very disappointed and opposed.
"Marius, I thank you." He said he was very sad and tired when he saw me to the door. "What should I do if you won’t come? I owe you so much. "