Vampire: Love through the millennium

Darroll didn't enter through the front door, but flew directly into his room through the window. The young master must be asleep already! He held his breath as he pressed himself against the wall to listen for movement in the next room, and after a few moments to make sure there was no sound, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to get his clothes and take a bath. "Why are you so late?" The voice that suddenly rang from behind him horrified him so much that half of his three souls ran away, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. "Young ...... master, are you still awake?" He could only turn around with a hard head. Leo was sitting on his bed, leaning on the head of the bed and glancing at him, "Where did you go?" "I went to see Amy!" Darroll said evasively. "Staying out this late?" The tip of his eyebrow rose lightly. Darroll dropped his eyes sheepishly, glancing left and right but not daring to meet his gaze, “Uh-huh.” "Why don't you look at me and talk?". He already had a plan in mind. At that, Darroll could only keep raising his head, “I ......” Leo said warmly, "I called Amy, and he said you left after nine, and now-" he turned his head to look at the ancient clock on the wall, the hour hand pointing at eleven. “It's going to take you almost two and a half hours to get back from what?” Gah - through the roof! He scratched his head in embarrassment, "Okay, I admit I went somewhere else." "Uh-huh." Leo responded, waiting for him to follow. "I was supposed to come back after seeing Amy, but I didn't know that halfway there I'd come across two delinquents bullying a young girl, so... ..." He knew too well that Darroll, who had a strong sense of justice, would not be able to sit back and watch a weak girl being abused and not care, “So you just saw the injustice and pulled out your sword to help.” He grinned; the young master really knew him well. "That pretty girl was good-looking, wasn't she? Heroic rescue, eh?", Leo snorted. Not bad looking? Darroll thought for a moment, "Maggie is very cute, yes ......" Noticing that Leo's tone was not quite right, his voice ended abruptly, “Young master, I didn't see that she was pretty before I stepped in to save her, even if the one in danger was an uncle, I would have stepped in to save him all the same.” His explanation slightly soothed the bad taste in his heart, but there was another question: "Pissing two punks off should be easy; It wouldn't take more than half an hour. Where else have you been?" Darroll was honest, "After I saved Maggie's life, it took me a while to get her home." Drove the girl home? The jealousy in his heart was knocked over, and the sourness spread quickly. "It's just a girl you met in passing. Do you have to be so nice to her?" Leo feels his mind burning out. Darroll had a strong sense of justice and was kind to everyone but him, who had loved him for over a thousand years, and was defensive at every turn, so, of course, his heart would be unbalanced. "Young Master, it's so late. If I don't send her back, if she meets another bad guy on the road, then wouldn't it be a waste of my good intentions to save her?" Saving someone to the end, sending the Buddha to the West! "No matter what I say, you have a grand reason to refute me, huh? Very well." Leo finished coldly, and his figure then disappeared. "Young Master?" Darroll looked around in a puzzled manner. What was the young master angry about? Did he say something wrong? He quickly arrived outside Leo's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and pushed his way in without waiting for a response. Inside the room, the lid of the large black coffin was already closed. "Young Master." Darroll called out as he approached the large black coffin. There was no response from the large black coffin. "Young master, I know you are there." There was still no movement from the large black coffin. "Young master, if I don't make a move to save Maggie, her end will definitely be miserable, so I will have a bad conscience for the rest of my life." Leo, in the big black coffin, seemed to be determined to ignore him and was quiet. Darroll sat on the ground like a deflated leather ball. "Young master, what are you so angry about?" If the young master doesn't speak a word, how can he know? After a few minutes, Leo, who had made up his mind to ignore him, finally gave in. The black coffin lid slowly slid open, and he sat up straight. "Young Master!" Darroll called in surprise. His pale handsome face was expressionless. “Just go care of your Maggie, what are you doing here?” "I've got her safely home, she'll just have her family take care of her without me." Darroll looked at him cautiously, "Young master, if you are really so sick of me meddling, then ...... I won't care in the future." He ......Darroll simply didn't understand the reason for his anger. Furthermore, if he really had to see him die to save him, he would definitely feel guilty of the rest of his life in the future, and he didn't want to see him in pain and suffering. "It's up to you who you want to save and who you want to save. Just don't put yourself in danger." Hearing signs of softening in the young master's tone, he was slightly relieved, but the confusion in the bottom of his heart still had to be unraveled, lest he inadvertently annoy the young master again in the future without realizing it. "Young master, why are you ...... angry?" Leo looked at his innocent face, "You're better to a stranger than you are to me." Angry as he was, he just didn't have the heart to hate him, even though he had been avoiding and refusing to face and respond to his feelings for over three hundred years. "No way!" This accusation was serious! "Not only did you save that Maggie girl, you even personally sent her home. A strange girl can get such kind and considerate treatment from you. Why don't you see you put a little more thought into me?" He had a mouth full of depression with nowhere to vent it. Darroll froze, this ...... is not the same thing! How could they be confused? "Default?" He was angry and hurt. He eagerly denied, "It's not like that. I also care about my young master ......" Leo interrupted his explanation with a questioning tone, “Is that so?” "Of course it is! Young master is my savior. If not the young master, I'm afraid I would have been humiliated and died. The young master's great kindness I'll never forget ......" His pale handsome face flushed with eagerness. "Enough!" He bellowed as he couldn't stand it any longer. Darroll stared at him blankly. "Why don't you just get it? I want you to care about me, to care for me, to like me, to love me. I just don't want you to be grateful to me. I did happen to save your life, but so what? I don't have the heart of a compassionate Bodhisattva. I would step in to save you purely on a whim. There is no need for you to be grateful to me, not to mention the fact that you have already decided to follow me as a servant for all eternity, isn't that repayment enough?" It was true that one wrong step led to a lot of ink. If he hadn't saved Darroll at that time, if he hadn't agreed to let Darroll follow him by his side and turned him into a vampire, his path of love wouldn't have been so arduous and bumpy, and when would he have to wait until he could truly have happiness? Why can other people get happiness easily, but he can't get what he has eager after more than a thousand years of hard pursuit?