A piece of conscience

From within the forest several flashes of black shadow tried to lurk and immediately landed as soon as the twinkling of an eye into Thompson's house, "What's this? Why did you guys break into my house?" asked Andre,

"Even though we're vampires, we were once dignified humans too." Andre looked closely at the five men in front of him, they looked like they wanted to kill.

 Alan and Gwendolyn were just silent, they were like beautiful paintings. No one expected that they lived with cold gazes and pale skin.

 "You know if the Hearing area is our hunting ground. Why did your son kill one of Mercy's sons?

 "You know, he's one of Hector's right-hand men!"  shouted the silver-haired older man.

 Deg!

 Alan's heartfelt when he heard the name Hector, he had been traveling around the world for five centuries just looking for a man named Hector.

The man who had turned her into bloodthirsty and demon-hearted undead.  A sliver of humanity remains.

Otherwise, he would be like any other vampire who likes to have fun following the impulses of worldly desires.

 Alan clenched his hands and teeth more and more, Andre tried to negotiate before things got worse.

 Not because Andre was afraid, and didn't want to fight. He always puts a sense of kinship and deliberation first and protects the privacy of others.

A sliver of goodness that is still ingrained in the body and soul of Andre who is still left. Gwendolyn approached her son, touching Alan's tall, sturdy upper shoulder.

 "Steve, I know! However, why do you accuse my son Alan of killing Mercy's son?"  Andre asked, trying to deny it.

 "Who else has nails and fire than your son?"  Steve asked.

 "It's not only my son who has that power. All the vampires in this part of the world have powers like my son too!"  Andre replied.

 He tried to remind him, "I saw him kill Santos!"  shouted the younger man.

 Andre choked, he didn't expect his son to leave eyewitnesses.  Andre regretted it. Alan was silent, he didn't want to refute it. He couldn't lie in front of Andre and Gwendolyn.

He just kept silent, "Never mind, Steve. I'm tired, just finish this vegetarian vampire!" said the fiercer man with black curly hair.

 He immediately growled and Fangs appeared in his mouth. He immediately jumped at Gwendolyn. Alan didn't like it when his mother was attacked at will.  He responded with punches and kicks.

The fight between Alan and the man with dark curly hair made the house messy. The walls shattered, the two of them attacked and threw each other until they broke into the room after room.

 And threw them both in the yard in the Gwendolyn daisies and petunias bushes. Andre and Gwendolyn weren't afraid of Alan's defeat, he was just afraid that the aftermath of all this would belong, "What should we do?"  Gwendolyn asked Andre telepathically.

 Even though Andre didn't budge, he talked to Gwendolyn who was standing not far from his side, "I don't know if Alan killed that guy. We have to kill them all. Before this thing gets anywhere." Andre replied in their telepathy.

 With eyes still looking at Alan. Both were able to guess easily. If Alan would be so easy to tear his enemy's body.

Sure enough, Alan had torn the man's hands and bit the man's neck to death. Anger on the part of Steve and the other three men. They attacked Alan together, Andre and Gwendolyn immediately intervened to help their son.

 Andre immediately slashed the skinny man and killed him instantly. Steve is surprised by the shrewdness of Andre and Gwendolyn fighting.

During this time, they know the Thompson family is a vampire with a kind and noble heart.

They always help humans without ever misleading or preying on them.

Steve attacked Andre with all the strength they had. However, Andre is superior to them as well as Gwendolyn.

 The three burned the five and their house.  That same night they left Vulture. They told Agatha that she had to be careful there. And Gwendolyn promised as soon as possible where they would be staying. That same night they left Vulture. Through forest path after the forest, across the ocean by swimming.

 Since they became undead they had distinct advantages. They have tremendous power without limits.

They can swim at any depth in the ocean or ocean without having to fear death from drowning or lack of oxygen. They are also not afraid of being eaten by any animal, because they are the real predators.

They never sleep, they just pretend to sleep in a coffin to scare and become a rumor in a bedtime fairy tale.

 They were never tired, sick, hungry, or anything. They are amazing.  Compared to all the happiness that disappears, you have to pay if you become a demon.

They headed to Alaska, in a dense forest.  They live in their summer house there.

 The three entered the house without speaking, their clothes soaking wet.  They don't care, because they feel neither heat nor cold.  Everything for them is normal. Habits as humans only make them change clothes, bathe, and carry out routines as humans.

They keep it because they want to be fully human. The kitchen is always in their house. although they never cook except for entertaining neighbors and guests. Their fridge is always full of food but no one ever eats it.

 They work and make money. However, they do not know what to use the money for?  It's possible for vampires who don't want to kill to use their money to buy blood at the Red Cross. However, to the Thompsons, they weren't human blood drinkers so they didn't need that.

 They just put their money in the corner of the house, because only stupid robbers want to rob a vampire family's house. They donate their money to charities around the world, to reduce their sins later in the hereafter.

Alan entered his room, he wished he was still human and could sleep if he was tired.  Unfortunately, his eyes never closed in the slightest.

 Besides that he never felt tired, he just stood quietly in his room confused.

Reaching for the guitar in the corner of his room singing a love song belonging to one of the famous brands in Indonesia. He was stunned to realize many things. His family in Semarang-Indonesia already considers him dead.

 He only looked at them from a distance if they missed him, unfortunately, both of his parents had died when the plague hit, in the 1550s. He still imagines his parents who are farmers on the slopes of the mountain. Alan tried to ward it off; he jumped out the window walking in the woods. He hates when he misses his past, he hates when he remembers many things from his good past that have to turn dark.