Chapter 28

Cheryl's POV.
Tyrone had walked up to me. He was holding a shotgun that was all black and had a rose carving on the muzzle.
Yes, it's the same as my shotgun, as mine was also a gift from Tyrone.
"What did you do to me?" I frowned at Tyrone.
I would never beg for mercy from Tyrone, but I don't understand why I can't move.
"Girl, what's your name?" Tyrone smiles and looks at me.
His smile was as warm and graceful as ever.
At that moment, however, I felt a chill rise from where he was staring.
I stared at him warily and hesitated for a moment before answering, "Chris, my name is Chris."
"Oh, Chris," Tyrone exclaimed as the smile on his lips widened, "That's a beautiful name!"
I looked at him without saying anything, the fact that Tyrone had praised the name 'Cheryl' so much before.
"Why can't I move anymore? What did you do to me?" I asked him, frowning.
Tyrone looked a little surprised to hear my words, "Oh, naive girl, don't you know that yet?"
I hate this Tyrone, he seems so hypocritical and playing games.
"Know what?" I had to ask along with Tyrone, who had my little life in his hands right now.
"No! No! No!" Tyrone shook his head instead, "It's not good for you to know that."
After saying that, he fished a silver dagger out of his pocket.
"Since you don't know, I can play with you a little longer." He said as he lifted his dagger.
The dagger radiated an icy chill in the moonlight, and I felt a pang of indescribable sadness.
Can I still not escape death in a new life? Or die at the hands of a lover, which is so ironic.
"You don't look scared at all, instead you look sad, why?" Tyrone suddenly picks my jaw with the blade of his knife.
I could only lower my eyes to his and ask, "Isn't death sad?"
"I thought a monster like you had lived long enough, death should be a relief to you if you don't fear it." Tyrone said, the blade slashing lightly against my neck.
My neck is bleeding.
"Ah, that's delicious!" Tyrone exclaimed.
For some reason, Tyrone's bizarre behavior is more like that of a monster now.
He seems genuinely attracted to my blood, but can humans be interested in blood too?
"Tyrone, kill me in pain!" I said to Tyrone.
Tyrone's movements suddenly lurched, jerking his head up to look at me.
He lowered his eyes and questioned me in a cold voice, "You know my name is Tyrone?"
"Yes." I said, explaining, "You're the best hunter at Hunter Camp, there shouldn't be anyone who doesn't know you."
"Hahahaha." Tyrone exaggeratedly laughed out loud and took two steps back, "I like you little guy, especially ......"
He paused, looked me straight in the eye, and continued, "Especially those eyes of yours."
"Her pupils are green, and yours are gray. But your eyes are very similar, you know?"
"I don't know, who is she?" I asked deliberately, averting my eyes.
"Her name is Cheryl, and she's a pretty name too, but she's not as good looking as you." Tyrone said.
The nervous exasperation seemed to suddenly disappear, and we made small talk in the moonlight.
I was silent for a moment before continuing, "What is your relationship with her?"
Tyrone had gone silent as well, and I lifted my eyes to look at him again to find that he wasn't silent but thinking.
"Probably ......" he said, not quite sure, "probably sort of an old flame of mine."
My heart started to get hard again, he said I was one of his old lovers, so how many other old lovers did he have? And how many new lovers?
"So, do you love her?" I asked, my voice a little hoarse as I stared at Tyrone.
"Love, of course I do, I've loved every lover I've had." Tyrone said.
I wasn't happy to hear the answer I was expecting, and his tone was clearly teasing.
I was about to say something else when Tyrone suddenly approached me again with his knife, "Chris cutie, why are you so interested in my old lover? Is it possible that what Katelyn said is true? Are you a reborn Cheryl?"
He suddenly asked me so seriously that I felt flustered and could only stare at him with wide eyes.
Tyrone, however, covered his stomach and laughed again, saying, "That's the funniest joke I've ever heard."
I looked at him in disbelief.
"Well." Tyrone's smile faded and his eyes began to turn cold, "I'm going to kill you no matter why you're hanging out with Cecil."
"Your existence is a mistake on my part." Tyrone finally said, before raising his dagger at me.
Why? Why is my existence a mistake on his part?
Doubt still lingered in my mind, and I closed my eyes before the blade closed in on me.
"Ah!" I couldn't help but scream out in agony.
I thought he would understand me with a slash, but he just slashed me in the face.
But the cut hurt, it hurt, corrosive pain. I felt the blood keep dripping down my cheeks.
The knife was silver and seemed to have potion applied to it. But I had to suffer in pain because I couldn't move.
Tyrone stared at me with grim eyes and a look of enjoyment on his face, "Sorry Chris, that hurt you."
He finished but then slashed at my face several times, and I winced and screamed in pain.
After a while, he finally stopped and brought a mirror out and held it up to my face for me to see.
"Look at that, it's my masterpiece." Tyrone said smugly.
I lifted my eyes weakly to look at them, and in the mirror I looked like a ghost that had just crawled out of hell. Blurred letters were faintly visible on my bloodied cheeks.
Seven letters, extending from the corner of my jaw to my brow bone.
M, O, N, S, T, E, R
Pervert! Tyrone is a pervert!
I felt a sudden pang of nausea.
Why have I only seen good things about Tyrone before?
He thought his hobby was so bad and I never stopped him.
I didn't realize how sick these actions of his were until now that I've also become a vampire and fallen into the hands of Tyrone.
Vampires hurt too, they have dignity, they're not monsters.
Torturing their Tyrone is what it's all about.
Tyrone made another cut on my original wound and I winced in pain but couldn't even make the move to curl my body up.
"You kill me ......," I pleaded weakly.
"Why? Give me a reason to leave you alone." Tyrone shrugged his eyebrows unconcernedly.
"Because ......"
Because I'm Cheryl, for the love of an old flame, give me a break.
I can't say it. Old lovers don't matter to Tyrone.
I was a vampire, and Tyrone was a hunter, and he was going to kill me sooner or later. I'd much rather take his torture as Chris than as Cheryl.
When I couldn't say anything, Tyrone raised his hand again, this time to the other side of my face.
I closed my eyes in despair, my heart suddenly expecting the sun.
The sunburn must feel better than what I'm feeling right now.
"Uh ......"
The familiar pain didn't come and I heard a muffled grunt from Tyrone.
I opened my eyes in confusion, only to see the familiar broad back in front of me.
Sourness, aggravation, sadness, fear ...... countless complex emotions suddenly erupted and spread in my heart.