Sister, look at him!

Chapter 394 When the Rose Withers 17

The wounds all over his body tortured Timothy's shaky spirit. At that moment, his desire for blood reached its peak.

When the moans of pain could no longer be suppressed, Carol returned.

There was blood on her white skirt and her snow-white face. She carefully brought over a bowl of red liquid.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I've never killed a chicken before, so I just had to prepare myself mentally for a while." Carol's smile was a little forced.

Timothy raised his trembling hands despite his thirst.

Carol refused his hand, "Your hands are too shaky, it will spill."

Carol fed Timothy the still warm chicken blood and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully after feeding him. "Do you need more?"

Timothy took two breaths. One bowl of blood was certainly not enough, but there were more important things to do now.

"Miss Crane, we have to find Mr. Capet and Miss Dodge quickly. They are not dead, they just lost their souls."

Became a monster like him.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Carol understood what he meant.

Seeing this, Carol said no more. She walked around the big bed, took off her blood-stained clothes under the cover of the gauze curtains, and changed into another clean set.

"Can you still walk? I know where the cemetery is. I can go there by myself."

Timothy held Carol back, "No."

He was a little excited. "Newborn vampires can't control their hunger instinct, Carol. They might hurt you."

Will not.

Carol wanted to say that Edwin would not hurt her.

But then she thought of Serinda.

"Okay, I'll help you." Carol squatted down and helped Timothy stand up.

cemetery.

Carol and Timothy were still too late. The two new graves had already been dug up. The backs of the two coffins that had been discarded at random were covered with bloody scratches.

"I'm late." Timothy regretted.

Carol couldn't tell what she was feeling now.

Sad? Angry? Or perhaps sad?

She staggered and helped Timothy sit on the bench. She asked him hoarsely, "What happened that day?"

Timothy lowered his head and slowly recounted what happened that day.

Things started three days ago.

A down-and-out baroness who claimed to be a French noble found Serinda. She took out the hairpin that Elena was wearing when she died and claimed to know the truth about Elena's death.

She asked Serinda for the Dodge family heirloom, a green emerald necklace, as payment, and asked her to go to a monastery in the East End to make the deal in three days.

Even though Elena treated Serinda in many bad ways later on, Serinda still loved her and longed to know the truth about her sister's death.

So she stole the necklace from her home and rushed to the convent at the appointed time.

This monastery is the one where Clark originally worked.

Edwin caught up with Serinda and after listening to her explanation, he agreed to help her and sent her to the monastery.

But as soon as he saw the baroness, Edwin knew he had been deceived.

At Mrs. Perry's tea party, he and Carol had both seen this baroness who suddenly appeared and disappeared.

He subconsciously wanted to take Serinda away, but Serinda was so eager to find the murderer of Elena that she strode towards the Baroness despite Edwin's call.

Just like that, Edwin watched the Baroness open her bloody mouth and greedily suck the blood from Serinda's neck.

At this point he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.

The long light golden hair, as beautiful as Carol's, gently stroked his cheek. After a sharp pain in his neck, Edwin lost all consciousness.

It was at this time that Timothy arrived.

Having sucked animal blood for many years, he was not stronger than the vampires who sucked human blood. What's more, the people standing in front of him were the elder who was said to have lived for more than three thousand years and the third apostle Matilda who had lived for more than seven hundred years.

Forget about saving people, he was lucky enough to survive.

He survived by running desperately, and was wanted by the entire East District. He thought he would not be caught if he escaped from the East District, but he did not expect that the vampires were so arrogant that they dared to set foot outside the East District.

But he didn't know why all the vampires intentionally or unintentionally avoided a street.

There was nothing special about the street, and no clergy or important people lived there. If there was any celebrity, it was only Mrs. Perry.

After listening to Timothy's story, Carol keenly noticed a question, "Does Edwin also drink human blood?"

Timothy shook his head, "I don't know. I was transformed by my doctor, two hundred years ago. I'm dying, but I don't want to die."

At that time, he was young and passionate, unwilling to die like that, he begged the doctor to save him every day. Finally, the doctor showed his fangs, transformed him, and gave him an endless life.

As a result, he no longer had a soul.

The doctor was a qualified guide who helped him become familiar with his abilities and taught him not to harm humans.

From the time he was transformed until now, he has never drunk a single sip of human blood.

"Then the elder summoned him." Timothy closed his eyes in pain. "He was the second apostle who betrayed the elder."

Carol's attention was drawn to one person. "Who is the elder?"

Timothy moved his lips and said, "Lancelot, the leader of the blood clan who has lived for more than three thousand years."

Lancelot...

Carol frowned, Lancelot...

She seemed to have heard of this name. Where, where exactly...

In the silence of the night, any sound would be infinitely magnified, especially when the person was not hiding. The heavy footsteps and the friction of clothes seemed to be right next to my ears.

"I haven't changed my name, and I haven't left London. Timothy, should I praise your courage? Or should I ridicule your stupidity?"

With long blond hair, scarlet eyes, and a beautiful and heroic face, Matilda slowly emerged from the rows of tombstones.

She seemed not to notice Carol, and her malicious eyes were fixed only on Timothy.

Timothy subconsciously blocked Carol behind him and said calmly, "Matilda, don't come any closer."

Matilda actually stopped, but her eyes were no longer looking at Timothy, but at the other side.

Carol also subconsciously looked over, only to see a figure holding a gun slowly walking out of the woods.

It's Charles.

The scene instantly turned into a three-way confrontation, and the atmosphere became tense after Charles appeared.