The crocodile's mouth into the lion's den

"Papa, thank you!"  said Alan.

He didn't know if Andre and Gwendolyn weren't there.  He may have returned to being a demon.

 He must have attacked Georgia ferociously.  Alan shuddered at the thought of that happening.  Since he became a vampire, he hasn't even drank human blood.

 It was the religious teachings that he embraced that still made him survive to this day.  Although, he doesn't know,

 "Will the repentance and worship of a bloodthirsty devil like me be forgiven by my Lord?"  his mind is always asking.

 Andre looked at him intently, "Tell me the truth, Son? All the silver bullets are gone. What happened?"  asked Andre with a loving yet commanding look.

 Alan looked at his father and told him everything.  Andre was a little dumbfounded, "Perhaps, the time has come! They have been waiting for years. Even for hundreds of years to come to the surface."

 Andre looked up at the dark sky full of stars.  The two of them sat on the grass in the middle of the forest.

 "You mean, Papa?"  asked Andre.

 "Actually from a thousand years ago, they had already formed that alliance, trying to wreak havoc and develop vampires. They want to make humans just livestock for them. Killing incompetent vampires,

 "For now, perhaps they want to ally vampire swarms to seize territory or a country. After that, maybe they will hunt vampires like us."  Andre patted Alan's shoulder.

 "Come on, let's go home! We'll see what your mother will do to help the girl," said Andre.

 "What a great woman Mom, she must be able to do everything well!"  replied Alan.

 "You're right. I am very lucky to have married such a great woman. In fact, for thousands of years." Andre was so happy and proud, at the same time sad hanging there.  Some shadow from their past bothered them again.

 However, he tried to brush it off.  Alan smiled, "I'm proud to be your son. So is Agatha!"  Alan replied, hugging Andre.

 Andre smiled cheerfully again,

 The two embraced and sped quickly back into the house.

 The two of them sat at the dining table looking at all the dishes that had filled the dining table.

 Andra and Alan laughed, they were a little amused.  Gwendolyn would force them to eat it, "Mom, do we have guests?" he asked.

 He pretended to be surprised, "Shut your mouth! That woman you brought with you, who? Is it your lover?"  Gwendolyn asked curiously.

 "Huh! Really?"  Alan replied, annoyed.

 "Shut up! Pretend we're human," Gwendolyn whispered.

 Georgia has a knack for reading minds as accurately as possible and penetrating even the smallest things. Her inner eye is like a laser and a microscope.  Andre always teases her by saying, "Madam, microscope!"

 Gwendolyn was always smiling, responding to these silly jokes.

 Andre kept his gun under his shirt, he pretended to grab a duster and brush off the missing dust.

 Alan shook his head.  He busied himself with watching TV and curled up on the couch.  Changing his clothes with home clothes.

 Georgia came down the stairs looking at it all, she was trying to remember things. She only remembers being in the forest and being helped by a handsome man. Blood and fangs became a terrible image in her mind. She saw a table full of delicious food.

 "Ah, Honey! Are you awake?"  Gwendolyn asked.  Georgia was stunned, she saw a beautiful woman.

 She is cooking in her minimalist kitchen wearing a flaming yellow apron.  Georgia was at a loss as to what to call her. She saw the woman in front of her the same age as her.  However, to maintain politeness he addressed her as a madam.

 "A-already madam!"  replied Georgia.

 She was still watching the woman in front of her.  She was a little scared, she remembered this woman who helped her last night.

 From the monster who saved him named Alan. She was so scared she just stood at the end of the last ladder.  She was afraid to put his feet on the floor. She saw a man busy cleaning the house and someone curled up on the sofa lazily.

 "W-what?! Y-you!"  said Georgia.

 She backed away, she was very scared.  She looked for the door to escape, "No, run! Trust me, we won't hurt you!"  Gwendolyn said.  Already by her side.

 Georgia, more frightened felt as if the wound on her leg which had almost healed started to throb again.

 Georgia shuddered at the thought of what she was about to face, remembering mystical things that were beyond her comprehension.

 "Oh my God! I survived the crocodile's mouth into the lion's den!"  she thought.

 Georgia laughed loudly, "Your parable is very touching Georgia, Dear! Believe me, even though we are vampires. We will not eat you alive," said Gwendolyn.

 Georgia gasped, "Gwen, don't scare her!"  Andre replied from behind a dresser full of antique plates.

 "I-I!"  Georgia quietly surrendered.  She imagined the horrors he went through last night, "I won't have the strength to fight them. What's more, I'm hungry," she thought.

 "Come on, eat! After that, you fought us. If that's what you want?"  Gwendolyn replied smiling.

 She reached out her hand to grab Georgia's shoulder.  However, Georgia flinched a little in fear.

 "Believe us Georgia!"  persuaded Gwendolyn.  Trying to get rid of Georgia's fear.

 Finally, she complied, she was led by Gwendolyn to the dining table.  Giving her a plate, "Choose what you want!"  says Georgia

 She saw that there was rice, bread, and various dishes from Asia and America on the dining table.

 "Andre! Alan! Come here," Gwendolyn said.

 The two of them didn't want to pretend anymore and immediately sped off to sit at the dining table.

 Georgia gagged her face as pale as cotton, she didn't expect that she would have to be at the table with a vampire.

 "Right now they want to fatten me up, maybe later. They will eat me!"  Georgia thought a little confused and scared.

 The three vampires in front smiled crookedly, "No one will eat you!"  said Alan coldly.

 "Eat, after that I'll take you home!"  Gwendolyn said.

 Georgia immediately ate, she was eager to go home.

 She looked around the house, she saw a minimalist and elegant style house different from the shadows in the movies.

 She tried to look at the three of them who were just stirring the dishes on their respective plates.

 "Have you guys been here long?"  asked Georgia.

 "Not too long. We come here in the summer," Gwendolyn replied happily.

 She saw the food had moved into Georgia's stomach, "Is my cooking good?"  Gwendolyn asked.

 "Very good, madam!"  replied Georgia.

 "Just call me Gwen. And this is my husband Andre and my son, Alan!"  Gwendolyn said.

 "Why did you get to that house?"  asked Andre curiously.

 "Serry invited me to her party, Serry is Mr. Francisco's daughter."  Georgia took the last of the leftovers off her plate.

 "Francisco? One of the richest men in the world?"  Andre asked in disbelief.  He darted upstairs and took another photo.

 "Is this Francisco?"  asked Andre.

 "I've never met him, it's just. At college, Serry always carried a picture of her Papa, and everyone recognized her as Princess Francisco!"  Georgian light.

 "Unlucky!"  Andre clenched his fists.