The dark clouds were as thick as ink that could not be melted, and water dripped from the eaves onto the floor tiles. The streets were so quiet that even the wind made no sound. Only the crows taking shelter from the rain on the porch of the church made a low and hoarse cry.
The air is very humid, and the dark red color crashes into the rain, forming one vortex after another.
With a pop, the slender pointed stake was pulled out of the chest, and more pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, making an imperceptible muffled sound, more like a death chant than screams and wails.
Spotless leather shoes stepped through the puddle next to the corpse, and a tall figure stood in front of the pulpit. When he raised his head, he seemed to be looking at Jesus with his head hanging down.
Pale and thin hands grasped the largest candlestick on the pulpit, and the weakly burning candle was thrown down, igniting the chair that was leaning to the side, then the table, and the tablecloth, until the flames engulfed the still twitching body.
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The fire in the church burned half of the sky red, and the figures disappeared into the dark night.
The hand holding the candlestick slowly lowered itself, and the top of the three-pronged candlestick, which was nearly one meter long, shone with a sharp cold light, transforming from a luxurious ritual vessel into a deadly weapon.
Another night drunk on alcohol.
The blond man in a long trench coat was drunk and lying on the table. His eyes were distracted, drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his eyeballs moved feebly as he glanced at a piece of news on the newspaper beside the table.
"The fire in the church in Islington... is really unlucky." A hoarse voice sounded. The man waved his hand and knocked the offending newspaper to the ground. He lowered his head and seemed to fall asleep.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
A series of rapid knocks on the door woke up the man lying on the table. His drunkenness seemed to have dissipated a little. He put his hands on the table and tried to walk over and open the door.
But the people outside the door obviously couldn't wait for the drunkard any longer. With a bang, the door was shattered by a purple magic beam. A woman wearing a magician's uniform ran in in a panic, stepping on the newspaper with her leather boots, and stood in the church.
Half a footprint was left on the photo.
"Constantine...Constantine!! Help!!"
A scream came, and Constantine, who had just stood up, looked at the woman who rushed towards his arms in confusion.
"Zatanna? What's wrong with you?"
Constantine opened his arms.
But the expected warm and fragrant nephrite did not come into my arms.
There was a whoosh, golden light flashed, and behind the splashing blood was Constantine's extremely narrowed pupils.
"ah!!!!"
Along with Zatanna's screams, a tall black figure appeared outside the door.
Constantine turned his head suddenly and saw a huge golden candlestick nailed through Zatanna's chest and nailing her to the wall.
The wound that came into contact with the candlestick ignited a flame, and the nearby flesh was burnt to black, with a tendency to spread to other parts.
Constantine hurriedly reached out and tried to extinguish the flames with magic, but the water that could be produced passed straight through the flames, as if the flames were burning the soul rather than the body.
A bright magical light flashed 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 noteworthy 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 wards on the top floor of the hospital needed to wear such restraint masks at all times.
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Just when Constantine was dazed, the shadow gradually pressed towards him, but he didn't take a second look at him, and instead came to Zatanna.
Zatanna raised her cloudy eyes and stared at him, gritted her teeth and said, "My master will not let you go!...Constantine, save me!"
Constantine also gritted his teeth, raised his hand instantly, and the magic light suddenly brightened.
Bang!
Constantine was thrown away by the chair, and blood flowed down his forehead. His arms moved, as if he wanted to get something in the pocket of his windbreaker, but he was picked up the next second.
"Hey...hey! No matter who you are, if you have something to say, please say it!" Constantine shouted: "I don't remember that I have offended you!"
Constantine was thrown out of the window.
Zatanna's eyes widened in horror, her screams of fear swallowed back. She saw the figure standing in the middle of the house, tilting her head slightly and looking into the air in the corner.
"You're right, I can't kill her..."
Zatanna couldn't describe the weirdness of this voice, which was low and hoarse, but also had a metallic sharpness, like cutting the strings with a rusty knife, and 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 being blown by the wind, but there was a strange pattern to it.
There must be something there, Zatanna took a deep breath, trying to suppress the feeling of weakness coming from her chest.
"'Strange appearance'!" The irony magic blurted out.
But there was nothing there except a cold and gentle moonlight.
Constantine stumbled into the door. He covered his bruised arm and said: "Man, give me a good time, what are you going to do?"
With a swish sound, the candlestick was taken away, and Zatanna fell down weakly. The flame in her chest was not completely extinguished, and she couldn't even maintain her movements. She fell to the ground in embarrassment, clutching her chest and gasping.
"Constantine, why don't you deal with him?!" Zatanna raised her lips. Among the rows of neat and white teeth, the two protruding fangs were particularly conspicuous.
Constantine slid down the door frame helplessly and gasped softly: "Look up and look at the moon."
Zatanna raised her head with some effort and looked out the window of the living room of Constantine's house.
"The moon...full moon?! How is this possible? How is it possible that today is a full moon?!!"
Constantine sat in front of the door, bathed in the moonlight, put down his arms feebly, looked up at the figure in the room, and said: "Let Xiao Zha go, I can agree to your conditions."
silence.
The moonlight is getting thicker and thicker, and the moonlight is as solid as substance.
"Transform me."
In the end, they only got such a brief reply, and Zatanna could hardly believe her ears. She tried her best to sit up from the ground, and a mountain-like shadow followed her.
Zatanna felt fingers colder than iron touch her chin, and then clamped her jaw tightly. She had to open her mouth again, her fangs stretched out uncontrollably, and blood dripped from the tips of her teeth.
Come.
Zatanna saw those eyes, which turned almost completely white under the moonlight. They did not show much terror, but had a strange purity and indifference.
Zatanna took a deep breath and said in a trembling tone: "I don't know what you are talking about, I..."
"Xiao Zha." Constantine said suddenly, "I know you have become a vampire, but I don't care. I'm glad you came to me as soon as you encountered danger, but I'm afraid you have to follow his instructions.
Do what you say, otherwise we won't be able to leave here."
Zatanna turned her eyes to the side and glanced at the full moon outside the window. The moonlight was like water, coating everything with a cold light, making it seem extremely unreal.
Zatanna reached out and grabbed the wrist in front of her, and said, "Then... I'm glad you are willing to dedicate yourself to the master."
With the help of his lifting force, Zatanna stood up, held his shoulders, and brought her fangs close to his neck.
"You'd better think clearly." Constantine suddenly said: "This means you can no longer live under the sun. Is it worth it?"
"I don't need sunlight."
Weird sounds sounded from a closer distance, and Zatanna felt her eardrums begin to buzz. She really couldn't delay it any longer. The huge pressure was driving her crazy.
The fangs pierced the carotid artery, and hot blood poured into Zatanna's mouth. The strong appetite aroused by the smell of blood failed to allow her to concentrate on tasting the food.
At this moment, she realized that the spiritual bridge built with blood was not her attack channel, but the opponent's.
Zatanna let out a scream and felt a sharp sword piercing her brain. Some kind of barrier was broken as her blood surged.
"John, John... the vampires are coming, they want to block all the sunlight, think of a way..."
Zatanna murmured helplessly, and a black shadow rushed over and hugged the fallen Zatanna. Magic light flashed in Constantine's eyes, and Zatanna's painful struggle gradually stopped.
He grabbed Zatanna's wrist, cut her arm open with a folding knife, caught the blood that flowed out with a cup, handed it to the figure in front of him, and then said: "Drink it and you can 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, returned to the bedroom, and put her on the bed.
He gently opened her lips with his fingers and sighed deeply when he saw the fangs that had been retracted.
As soon as Constantine stood up and wanted to leave, Zatanna grabbed his wrist. Even in her dream, she murmured, "Find a way quickly, they are coming, night is coming..."
Constantine walked out of the bedroom door and saw that the other party was already sitting on the sofa. The glass of bright red liquid was half missing, and the bottle of red wine that he had not had a chance to drink was opened.
"Who are you?" he asked standing there.
"You can call me 'Moonlight'."
Constantine spread his hands pretending to be relaxed, walked to the opposite side of the sofa and said: "I know the situation may be serious, but you don't have to remind us in such a violent way, and I don't think you have changed anything.
Vampire Necessity."
"Power." He spit out one word.
"Yes, but there is a price." Constantine said: "This is not just power, but a curse. All those who obtain the power of blood will 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 towards the bedroom door and said: "I don't want to get involved in this mess at all, but there will never be fewer people coming to me. If you have got what you want, then leave quickly.
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"It's too late."
As soon 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 red light flashing in the eyes of the man who called himself "Moonlight".
"Dr. Fate? No!"
"Constantine, I'm here to ask for help. The vampire king and his subordinates want to destroy mankind. We... vampires?!!"