Death and Vampire

I am an orphan, ever since I became aware of this world I have been in an orphanage. When I was 18 years old, I left the orphanage, she taught me the values ​​of life and wished me peace and good health. Ten years on, perhaps when I was young I was too impulsive and impulsive. Despite her advice, I still pride myself on being a professional assassin. I consider death as light as a feather... “Bang…bang…bang…” The sound of gunfire seems to have become a familiar sound every day to me. I even talk to weapons more than humans. I see more panic and regret on everyone's faces when they die than their smiles. In the assassin world, I'm often called the "Death Machine" because I never put my emotions into work. The quests I receive are usually classified into several categories from easy to difficult. The method of contact also varies from customer to customer. Some people come to meet in person, some choose to contact by post. “Meow~~" - why is there a cat here? "You want to eat?" - I asked the cat standing on the window sill looking at me. It squeaked a few times and then rubbed against my hand, so soft - "So good!" The bell on the cat's neck rang with clear "jingle...jingle..." - “Huh?” And… there are people who communicate by cat. I took off its rhinestone necklace. The back of each stone is a code word. Well…some keywords "Drusilla" - "Lala" - "death". Looks like the owner of this cat likes to do weird things. “Lady Drusilla - the noble Lala family, comes from an extremely noble background, and is also an extremely mysterious person, there are rumors that since she was born she has never left the family mansion.” - “It's interesting”. - At Mona's mansion - The night sky is deep with thousands of stars, the magnificent mansion stands like a solid mountain. Surrounded by rows of blooming micro-walls, crimson like blood, are those flowers fed with flesh and blood? The moon tonight is big and round, illuminating an array of mansions, and at the same time revealing its dark and gloomy corner. The atmosphere here is very eerie, the climate is always colder than outside and the people in the mansion are rarely seen. The noble Lala family has been sitting at the top position for thousands of years of history, no one knows when the family has flourished, no one really knows who they are, what they do. That mansion was just lying there as a matter of course, no one could touch it, but it was also lonely. - In a magnificent room in the mansion - The room has a black and red main tone, exquisitely carved to every detail. The floor is inlaid with a strange jet black stone with red veins like blood silk. The objects here are cast entirely from gold and silver, adorned with rare crystals and sapphires. There was a girl with jet-black, ankle-length hair. From the back, she looks extremely noble, mysterious with a black lolita dress with red charms. Next to her is the tiger Sira - her close companion. "Look, Sira, the moon is beautiful tonight. I feel like I can touch it." - Myra raised her face to blend in with the moon, her eyes a transparent blue, like a lake so clear the bottom could be seen. "My lady, I brought food here." - The butler slowly entered. Drusilla: "You just leave it there." "Weww" - The sound of tearing the wind resounded. "Push" - Sira collapsed to the ground. Drusilla spun around, a gun pressed to her forehead. "Clack!" - The gun was loaded by the other man: "Farewell, Lady Drusilla!" "DONGG" - The gun shot was decisive. Drusilla's body wobbled, falling to the ground. I thought to myself - "Is this mission so easy? Not even a guard”. "!!!!!!!!!" - Suddenly, Drusilla rose from the pool of blood, blood still flowing from the bullet hole in her head. "UNIQUE...REAL!!" - I instinctively fired two more shots. What the hell is going on here? Could it be that my shooting skills have dropped to the point of missing out at such close range? Looking at Drusilla's body on the cold ground, I sighed: "What a pity, I have offended that person at such a young age." "Boom...Bump..." - It seemed that the military police had arrived, the next two gunshots, although silenced were installed, greatly alarmed them. Even if it's too late, I've finished the quest. I stepped over Drusilla's corpse, intending to escape through the window. Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed my ankle. I leaned over slightly, lowering my head, that hand belonged to no one else but Drusilla. What the hell is this? Am I dreaming? No, no way, I shot her three times, is she still alive? The sound of the guards' footsteps brought me back to my senses, and I pulled my foot out of her arms to jump out of this strange mansion. She hugged my entire lower body so I couldn't get out. I have no other choice, I have to carry her on my shoulder and take her out of this hellish place because she is the target of the quest, if I can't kill her now, I have to take her away to find another way. When the guards arrived, the room was empty, no one was there, only a pool of blood remained and the window was open. "Miss Drusilla!!?" # Dreame Love Story Contest