1 The full moon is not always beautiful

"D-don't! Forgive me!"  shouted a woman as a man approached her.

 The woman was cornered against the wall of the red-brick room, terrified with her hands clutching either side of the wall.

 She tried to escape from the grip of the monster in front of her.  She did not expect that he would have to meet a terrible monster tonight.

 The woman ran as fast as she could through the night.  However, the man with the twinkling of an eye was already in front of her.

 "Hahaha, you won't be able to run anywhere, Sweetie. Give it up!"  said the man laughing loudly through the night.

 The woman wearing a work suit tried to retreat behind her body, but a force hypnotized her.

 It made her just stare motionless at the monster man.  Tears could only seep from her eyelids.

 The woman was scared to death, her shopping bag had fallen, bread and some apples rolled into the bushes.

 The woman did not think that she would be held up by a pickpocket or robber.  Tonight, she was late coming home from work.

 So looking for a shortcut to return to her house which is only a few blocks from the protocol road.

 The woman was only able to pray when the monster's body immediately ambushed her without knowing when the monster moved.

Thump! The monster immediately flew down.

 When a shadow kicks him.  The black shadow immediately charged at the monster that was attacking the woman.

 Grasping it with the strength of his long fingernails.  Tearing apart everybody from the monster.

 "Hey, what are you doing? If you want the blood of this prey. Take it!"  shouted the monster.

 However, the assailant just didn't budge.  He is tired of vampires' uncivilized behavior and has a feeling and a feeling.

 They only have desires and it is lust that guides them.  The cold vampire with waxy white skin kept trying to make peace with the assailant.

 She was desperate when the assailant beat him up.

 She did not expect that this full moon night she would die at the hands of her vampires.

 The monster fell backward into a big tree and it fell.  The limp woman helplessly trembled all over her body.

 She didn't expect that two very strong humans were fighting in front of her eyes.

 Both of them are trying to tear each other's bodies apart.  The assailant and the one being attacked struggle.

 From building to building and from tree to tree until the assailant managed to break the monster's neck.

 The assailant instantly burned the monster with flames that shot out of his hand.  The monster's body burned, leaving dust behind.

 The reddish-blonde woman sat limply.  She didn't know if the man who approached and helped her,

 Is it a helper angel or is it just a monster fighting for prey with the first monster?

 The woman shuffled in fear, "Are you hurt?"  he asked in a loud, melodious, hypnotic voice.

 The woman naturally looked at the man and nodded her head.

 The man looked at the woman's bloody leg. He tried to hold back the thirst of thirst that crept slowly in his throat and his soul which was struggling because of the smell of blood.

 The man approached the woman and sprayed a bottle of medicine.

 "Move it, your feet!"  he orders.

 The woman immediately moved her feet.  She smiled happily.

 "Thank you, sir-" said the woman.

 "Go home, never pass this road again. Try to go home through the crowd," said the man.

 The woman returned repeatedly saying thank you and ran home.

 The mysterious man with his black hoodie jacket, and his athletic body.  Flying like a bat flapping into the night.

 The full moon hangs in the sky, a man's shadow enters the minimalist house in the middle of the wilderness.  Like a bird, he immediately sat in his room.

 He took off his hoodie jacket and threw it right into the hanger.

 "Alan! Alan!"  a loud voice from below resounded.

 As fast as lightning Alan was downstairs.  In front of him, a beautiful blonde-haired woman stared at him.

 "What are you doing out there Al? You want Western troops to come straight here?" she shouted.

 "I was just taking a walk, Mom!"  said Alan.

 Genetically they don't deserve to be called a mother-daughter pair, the petite woman with waist-length blonde hair like a barbie doll in a doll shop.

 While the brown-skinned man is like most people in Southeast Asia.  The two are not related by blood.  However, both of them think that they are a child and mother pair.

 Clap! Clap!

 The barrage of attacks from outside entered the room, a power of vampires and technology.

 The two of them flew as fast as lightning hanging from the ceiling of the room.

 "Andre! André!"  Gwendolyn shouted.

 A flash of the shadow of a very handsome middle-aged man shot through the back door.

 Andre used to take walks in the forest.  Andre is Gwendolyn's husband.  They assume Alan is their son.

 "What is this?"  shouted Andre.

 She looked into Alan's face, "what's wrong, Al?"  Andre repeated.

 "I killed a vampire at Hearing,"  Andre replied.

 He couldn't lie when he was talking to Andre, "Oh my God! Are you crazy, why should they come here to attack us?"  shouted Andre.

 However, he still wore his football cap with pride.

 "Come on, face them!"  invite Andre.

 Gwendolyn smiled happily, she hadn't fought a vampire in a very long time.  He knew they were also vampires, but they only drank animal blood.

 Not like the vampires scattered all over Alaska and the world who drink human blood.

 In addition, the Thompson family seeks to establish friendships with ordinary humans.

 Although they are a little introverted, they still often hang out with people on the streets, in houses of worship, and at wedding receptions and state events.

 Alan did not want to go to college anymore, so he and his father opened a repair shop.  Although in the summer they have gone to move places into the Amazon and Borneo forests.

 They are always exploring the world, their daughter Agatha is still studying in Saudi Arabia.  She was taking his S2 there.

 Agatha has graduated tens or even millions of times at any university in the world.

She just likes to seek adventure, he wants to dedicate himself to being a good teacher.

 Even though he always destroys the teacher's desk when she is angry.  She can't control her emotions well.

 They are almost 500 years old.  They have to change places every 10 years.

 They are afraid to last long somewhere because they will never age.

 So they always burn their workshops or work buildings as if their homes and businesses were destroyed.