脱稿这么久我打算重新更新。不过我非常厚道地把中英文放在一起发。
= =。毕竟，分不是这么混的。
重温一下以前的章节吧：
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正文：
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To vampires like winter, memories of the past, when she was only a human, were far from vivid. She can faintly recollect how she was forced into marriage with god, how she met Blade by the ziggurats, how they fell in love, and how Blade turned her into what she is now. Although images are plain, she can no longer feel the way she felt, it’s like trying to arouse memories form her past life. It’s that far away.
However, burning kisses remained; those icy lips and teeth dipping into her skin.
Blade. The young and charmed vampire. How could she ever forget?
Love never fades…Winter muttered the words to herself, then smiled suggestively at her wooden stake, which was hanging freely on the wall.
That’s no love, she thought. It’s only desire.
She had seen how Blade finished Judora the other day, she felt herself filled with new blood again; no longer under the control of Blade. One day, when he finally falls into degeneration, she will do the same to him. Revenge. It is one desire apart from blood that keeps winter alive.
But before that, she needs to play by the rules. Acting innocent and weak is always the best way to paralyze the target. It worked for the humans, then why not vampires, too. Meanwhile, a share of food is the best symbol of loyalty.
As the temperature climbed up day by day, prey gets scarce and it can hardly satisfy the thirsty pack, which means these desperate creatures have no choice but to widen their food chain from merely large animals to the human race.
The last thing the master would have ever wanted was to make their kind overpopulated with former humans, for he needed the majority to be his choice of prey. It’s like there’s always been more grass than the sheep, and more sheep than the wolves. So the vampires wanted to remain the hidden, unrevealed minority, on the top of the food pyramid and all that.
The only way one can be turned into a vampire is to be drained out of blood, with not even one drop left, like a living corpse. And the master knew well of his servants, they were not very decent self-controllers, once started off, they would not stop until there isn’t a single drop of blood left to suck. Therefore, he was wise to forbid regular huntings on humans. Well, for one exception, unless for the benefit of his own.
At special occasions like this, when it’s the dead end of summer, he had an excuse for setting eyes on the people. A man gotta feed himself, and so does a monster. He grinned at that thought. He longed for the fresh blood of a new born, or a virgin.
Now it is a matter of whom he should select to get what he wanted. Since Judora is now dead, it’s either Blade or Winter. He couldn’t find reasons to distrust Blade, but somehow, he felt, in some sense, Blade was too…how should he put this…too human. Yes that’s the word. It’s as if Blade had a heart to think before he took action, and he had a soul to feel sorrow for those killed. After debating a few rounds with himself, he decided to try Winter’s ability, or rather, loyalty. Winter had been fed on animal blood ever since she transformed into one of them, sooner or later, she’d have to make her first kill. She can’t avoid it, it’s her job, and it’s her life.
With all perfect reasons provided, the masters summoned Winter to his place.
Winter knelt down on one knee. “What may I do for you, master?” She learned quickly.
“Go now,” the master stared down at his long pointy finger nails, almost trying to count how many of them there were, “And fetch me the blood of December, your biological sister. She is getting married to their cheap God today; if not me, their god would eat her up anyways. I really think it would be a pity to waste such blood of a virgin.”
Winter did not move. She had her head down, it was impossible to read her emotions.
The master raised one eyebrow. “Got any problems?”
Winter raised her chin, soul as ice, “No. master.”
吸血暮年之夏寒。
对于像冬天这样的吸血鬼来说，当她还是人类时的回忆，已经不清晰了。她只能隐约地记得她被迫与神成婚，在神殿前与刀锋邂逅，他们相爱，然后她被刀锋变成了……现在的这个样。尽管她还记得画面，但已经不能清楚地感受到当时的感受，这就好像企图唤回前生的记忆一样。如此遥远。
不过燃烧的吻仍存；冰冷的唇和牙齿陷入她的皮肤。
爱不会淡化……冬天自言自语，然后颇有暗意地笑了，目视着挂在墙上的木十字架。
那不是爱，她明白。那只是欲。
她目睹了那日刀锋亲手解决了居多拉，她感觉身体里重新灌满了新的血液；似乎她不再被刀锋左右。总有一天，当他的威力衰退的时候，她也会这样结束他的生命。复仇。这是除了血欲以外另一种维持冬天的生命的强烈情感。
在那之前，她只能遵循规则。表现出极为无辜和软弱是麻痹目标最好的方式。这对于人类很好用，那么对于吸血鬼也没有理由不好用。此时，分享自己的食物是忠诚的最好体现。
随着气温逐日攀升，猎物减少，这无法满足这群饥渴的吸血鬼的欲望。也就是说，这些迫切的野兽们不得不将他们的食物链扩大，从大型动物到人类。
首领最不想看到的事是大量的人类变成吸血鬼，他需要绝大多数人口成为他的猎物，供他选择。如同草总是比羊多，而羊总是比狼多一样。吸血鬼们是少数的，是暗处隐藏着的危机，他们在食物金字塔的最顶端。
把人变成吸血鬼的方法只有一个，那就是吸干他的血，一滴不剩，把他变成一个有肉无血的僵尸。首领很了解自己的手下，他们都不是很好的自控者，一旦开始吸血，便不会停下。所以他很聪明地禁止了对人类的常规捕猎。当然，为了他自己的利益时除外。
现在就是这样的时候，已是盛夏，他有着充足睥睨人类的借口。一个人需要把自己喂饱，一个吸血鬼也是如此。他想到这里微微地笑了，他渴望得到新生儿的血，或是处女的血。
现在的问题是，他选谁来帮他呢？居多拉已经死了，那么有这个能力的只有刀锋和冬天。他找不到不信任刀锋的理由，但他总有一种感觉，刀锋太过……怎么说呢……人性化吧。对，他找的就是这个词。似乎刀锋总有一颗让他能在行动前思考的心，和一个让他对受害者感到歉意地灵魂。首领的思想斗争了几个回合，终于决定要考验冬天的能力，或者说，忠诚度。冬天自从加入他们以来，一直是以动物的血为生。总有一天，她需要真正地杀一次人。她不能避免的，这是她的工作，这是她的生活。
拥有着充足的借口，首领将冬天召唤到他的居所。
冬天单膝跪下。“我有什么能为您效劳吗？首领。”她很快便学会了这里的礼仪。
“去吧，”首领望着自己的修长指甲发话，似乎在数他有多少个指甲。“把十二月的血带回来，她是你作为人类时的亲生妹妹。她今天要与那个该死的神成亲；就算我不杀她，她也会被神吃掉的。我想我没有必要浪费一个处女的血。”
冬天没有动，她低着头，神色无法辨认。
首领的一根眼眉颤了颤。“有什么不妥么？”
冬天抬起脸，仿佛灵魂冰冻。“首领，没什么。”