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Rebecca did not live all these years for nothing. She immediately felt the strange pressure from Davina, and the ancestor vampire's sharp instinct sensed a strong threat.

Rebecca looked warily at the cute girl who looked like cotton candy in front of her. Where did Marcel find such a treasure? It was really hard to deal with her. Davina did not seem to be friendly to Rebecca either.

"You said you were going to kill Marcel?" Davina challenged this fact. "Who allowed it?" Marcel's life was protected by her, and she wanted Rebecca to know who she had offended.

Davina hated bullying people who hurt Marcel, human or vampire or, damn witch.

"She's got a nice personality, but tonight she's not very nice to me." Perhaps it was a man's instinct toward his own woman, but no matter if it was the woman from before or the woman now, they all had a vague warmth to them.

Davina raised her eyebrows and her delicate, white hands moved slightly. She lifted her delicate face to look at Rebecca and said, "Is that so? I'm afraid it's time to send them off. "

Before Rebecca could counterattack, she hit the wall with a 'shua' and her body went into a circle. After that, she took another shutter and was sent flying with a 'shua' sound.

A large, curved hole appeared in the wall. Rebecca's body twisted a few times before she fainted.

Marcel's eyes flickered strangely as he watched the mighty Davina send him away. Elijah's dagger reminded him of a bad past, that damned old Klaus trick.

Marcel was lost in his memories. Davina was standing quietly by his side as she painted. She seemed to be able to sense the fluctuations of his emotions. After Marcel regained consciousness, he saw her clearly draw out a series of tragic events.

It was years ago, Marcel had counted the years until one day, his lovely, honorable, hateful friend Klaus had pulled out Rebecca's dagger.

She opened her beautiful eyes from a long and unfathomable long sleep.

Marcel looked at them through the crack in the door as if they were strangers.

"Rebecca," Klaus said, his hands clasped together as he fiddled with the damned silver dagger. "It's time. I'm tired of waiting and I'm looking forward to seeing you like this. Because that would be absolutely interesting. "

That damned scum, Marcel knew that Klaus was enjoying himself and Rebecca's pain. He had done it on purpose.

The sleeping beauty rubbed her eyes in confusion and asked her brother, "What day is it today?"

"Sunday." Klaus gave her a definite answer.

"I was stabbed with a dagger for a week." Rebecca simply thought that a week's time felt so long to her. "Heavens …" Marcel, what did you do to him? "

It's nothing. Your Marcel is no longer human. Nothing else has changed.

Marcel could see his face in the reflection of the bright doorknob. He was still young and strong, but with the passage of time, his blood turned cold, his heart beat, his emotions also slowly became cold, leaving only love and obsession in his heart.

He hated Klaus. He hated everything, even the woman he should have loved.

"..." It's 1887, my dear Rebecca, You've been stabbed with a dagger for fifty-two years. " The corners of Klaus's mouth began to curve, and he even exposed his damned lovely dimples. He watched as Rebecca suddenly lost her spirit.

"What?" Rebecca could not believe her violent shaking of her head, how Klaus had summed up her half-century of understatement.

She had slept away the best of times, the time she should have spent with her loved ones. What about Marcel? Is he old?... Or was he dead?

"Where's Marcel? He …" Is he old, is he dead? How is he? Rebecca's voice became faint, as if she was not too sure of this terrifying answer.

"Don't worry about Marcel," Klaus was clearly unhappy about his sister's immediate concern for her lover. His face darkened as he maliciously stressed the truth, "I gave him a choice, and he could choose not to stab you with a dagger to spend the rest of his mortal life with you. You know … Or I can turn him into a vampire as he wishes, if he gives up on you. "

"No, he wouldn't." Rebecca refused to believe that Marcel had promised to love her, sincerely. But a vague memory told her that Klaus did not care to lie to her.

"No, he gave up." Marcel saw Klaus's gesture and slowly carried the plate in.

The moment Marcel opened the door, he made a terrible decision, and Klaus was still smug about their twisted, paralyzed faces and moods.

Davina watched as the sober Marcel carried Rebecca away. He seemed to be unhappy with the ancestor family's complicated emotions that Davina couldn't interfere with.

Wasn't she the only one in Marcel's family?

With a 'shua' sound, Davina drew that picture of Rebecca and the other two. The room was filled with flapping pages, faces and expressions of all sorts.

Rebecca smelled something familiar. Years ago, she had loved to slip out of the window into the garden to pick flowers and then give them to her brothers and Marcel.

So many years had passed just like that. Rebecca took in a deep breath and abruptly woke up from the primal chaos.