Chapter 5. Lucasta Wants Her Brother's Attention

As soon as Lucasta woke up, she jumped out of bed, put on her shoes and hobbled over to the window, pulled the curtain, and looked out.

She no longer saw the pale rays of sunlight like yesterday, but only the gray color of the mist.

Lucasta was stroking her shiny hair when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She knew that the person standing outside was Samson, so she quickly let go of the curtain and went back to bed.

Her brows furrowed from the pain in her legs and her small hand rubbed her stomach because she felt the hunger in her stomach.

"Good morning Lucasta, let's go wash our faces."

Samson said as he picked Lucasta up and carried her downstairs and carefully taught her how to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Today, it's not sunny, so he plans to take her to the forest to pick mushrooms and some wild vegetables because he was afraid that if she only ate pies, she would get hot inside and not get enough nutrients.

Because Lucasta couldn't tie her hair, he had to help her comb and tie it back.

He guessed she must be the daughter of a very rich family. Things like this must have had a nanny to help.

"Okay, now let's have breakfast together."

Samson was about to take her hand and lead her down to the kitchen, but she backed away and raised her hand.

Her sparkling blue eyes looked at him and waited to be held by him.

He thought to himself that maybe she thought that as long as she was with him; she didn't have to walk on her own.

He felt a little regret that he had spoiled her so much and made her rely on him so much.

"Lucasta, hold my hand. I'll take you to the kitchen." Samson held out his hand and said.

"I'm hurt." She said.

 "No. That feeling is hunger. I told you, right? That's called hunger." He looked at her sternly.

Lucasta's tears welled up and her sobs kept ringing. She looked down and didn't say another word.

His eyes and those loud voices scared her.

Samson noticed that the girl occasionally tiptoed, so he stooped down, picked her up, set her down on the chair, and opened her shoes.

When the red swelling on her ankles and the tips of her toes showed, he was shocked to realize how cruel he was just now.

Perhaps these swellings appeared because she had gone all over the castle looking for him. Maybe she was in pain yesterday, but she endured it to follow him around the yard and now, because she was in so much pain, she spoke.

He felt bad about himself because he thought she was lying to him.

"I'm sorry. Don't cry anymore. Next time, if you are hurt, please tell me. Don't suffer alone."

He didn't know if Lucasta understood what he said, only saw her nod and rub her eyes with her hand and then hug his neck, not sulking.

He told himself that from now on he must care and pay attention to her more because she is not like other healthy children.

As soon as Lucasta saw the plate of cake, she laughed happily.

After Samson put a cake on a plate for her, she took a fork and knife to cut it and ate it.

Today's cake had a few black raisins in it and when she bit into it, she felt it had a sour taste that she liked very much.

"Samson." Lucasta pushed the plate of cake towards him because he saw he did not eat it.

"No, I already ate, it's all yours."

Samson smiled and pushed the plate of cake back towards her.

His three meals were all blood, so these foods were unnecessary.

Before he went to Lucasta's room, he had already drank a glass of dried blood mixed with water.

Conditions in the forest are poor, not as complete as in the city, with no electricity and absolutely no refrigerator to preserve fresh blood.

All the blood that Harvey buys is sent to Aurora and she will concentrate it into a dry powder and then Harvey will deliver these bottles of dried blood to Samson and Maris every month.

After Lucasta had finished eating the cake, she continued to stare at the milk carton in front of her.

Samson laughed, reached for a straw, stabbed the milk carton, and brought it to her mouth.

When she finished drinking, he pulled out a tissue and helped her wipe her mouth, then carried her upstairs.

He wanted to do all these things to make up for his recent sins.

"Lucasta, I have to go out for a moment. You obediently stay in your room and wait for me to come back." Samson patted her head and said.

Lucasta thought she had to go to sleep after eating, so she nodded and took off her shoes, and pulled the blanket to get in, not forgetting to bring the little teddy bear with her.

Lucasta's cuteness and obedience made Samson involuntarily heartbroken. He reached out to dab her rosy cheeks and whispered.

"Good night, Lucasta."

Just like the previous times, after he determined she couldn't see anything, he moved at a fast speed.

In an instant, he was out of the castle.

If he had known that Lucasta's leg was swollen, he would have gone to collect firewood from last night, not waiting until morning.

He didn't want to disturb Maris' sleep when he kept borrowing her kitchen. Besides, Lucasta didn't seem to want to eat the cake because she had only eaten one just now.

Maris is like the handsome vampire guy. Since Lucasta appeared, Maris' biological clock has turned upside down when Samson always knocks on the door at the time she is sleeping. Her sleep had been interrupted by him and she couldn't go back to sleep.

Maris tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, then she got up and went to the opposite castle. She wanted to see Samson and reprimand him.

Because she didn't know where Lucasta was sitting in the castle, she moved slowly and gently, like a genuine lady.

True to Maris's foresight, Lucasta had woken up a second time, and she was sitting by the window and looking out into the courtyard where many birds were eating grass seeds.

"Good morning, Samson."

Maris's voice was so loud that the birds digging in the grass in the yard were startled and flew away.

From the window, Lucasta recognized the face of the beautiful woman who had fed her candy and milk peeking out from behind the gilded bars.

Although Lucasta's leg was still very painful, she still tried to walk down the stairs and gradually came to the gate.

Maris's heart melted when she saw the beautiful little girl smiling at her and she no longer intended to blame Samson.

After all, he bothered her only because of this human girl.

"Where is Samson?"

Maris looked around and asked, but Lucasta just shook her head.

Because Maris knew that the spare golden key had been hidden under the pot by Samson, she instructed Lucasta to take it out to open the gate.

However, with the bare minimum of courtesy of a vampire noble, Maris could not arbitrarily enter without the invitation of the owner inside the castle.

"Come on, Lucasta, please invite me into the house. Please tell me to come in. Come in." Maris emphasizes the last words.

"Come in." Lucasta spoke slowly.

Maris just waited for that and leisurely entered and carried the little girl in her arms.

Compared to owls, Lucasta is much more beautiful and fragrant.

"Baby, do you want to go to my castle and play with the owls?" Maris pointed to the opposite castle and asked.

Lucasta nodded repeatedly because she knew that the place Maris pointed to would have chocolate and milk. As soon as she thought about them, she got cravings.

Maris quickly carried Lucasta out and locked the gate.

She almost forgot Samson's words and was about to shrug to jump back to the castle. Fortunately, she remembered in time.

When the owls saw their owner had brought a stranger, they dispersed and perched on the ceiling, looking down.

As soon as Lucasta's feet touched the floor, she excitedly took the little owl walking in front of her and cradled it in her arms.

Because her leg was still hurting, she went to the chair and sat down.

Then the owls slowly flew to her side.

"They are owls. They are very adorable animals. Remember, their name is the Owl. Oh no, that's to differentiate it from the cat. Well, I mean, it's a common name because I can't think of a name for them because they're so crowded."

Maris didn't know what she was talking about. Her words were jumbled and confused.

She guessed Lucasta was as confused as she was.

She should have just said "owl".

"Owl. Owl." Lucasta reached out and grabbed an owl right next to her and gave it to Maris.

"Oh my gosh. Do you understand what I'm saying? That's right, owl. Lucasta, you're amazing. All right, wait a minute, I'll get you some chocolate."

Maris immediately ran away and a moment later, she returned with a bunch of chocolates in her hand and took one, and peeled it off.

The most voracious owl of the flock quickly flew over and landed on Maris' hand, poking its beak into the chocolate.

"Not allowed to eat."

The female vampire growled and shoved the owl away.

Although she exerted little force, the owl still fell to the floor.

It spread its wings, widened its eyes, and lay still.

The owl wants to eat chocolate, and this is the most effective way for Maris to feed it.

This method has been used by it for a long time and all have excellent results.

"Sorry… sorry. Are you okay? Hey, wake up. This is chocolate for you." Maris hurriedly picked up the owl, kissed its head, and shook it.

In an instant, the gluttonous owl jumped up, grabbed the chocolate bar, flapped its wings, and flew away.

Maris shook her head helplessly and watched it. She was always tricked by it, but she couldn't help but worry about it because if it got hurt, she would regret it.

The feeling of regret made her uncomfortable. That feeling of regret was as if she had been stabbed through her heart by a sharp wooden stake.

Twenty years had passed since Vincent's death, and that wooden stake still seemed to lie in her heart, heavy and painful.

When she turned to look back, Lucasta had already peeled off a bar of chocolate and was putting it in her mouth.

In Lucasta's small remaining hand were crumbs of chocolate, and four owls huddled together to eat.

"Little girl. Animal lovers all have the hearts of angels." Maris smiled and whispered.