3. The Divine Parody: Act V Un Renard Andalou

I was still conscious. Although I had difficulties to move. While lying there on the floor I could hear the vampire now talk to Cassandra.

“Your sword is useless against me. It can only harm werewolves, it has no effect against vampires,” he said. There wasn’t even time for Cassandra to answer, I could hear that they already engaged in battle. Slowly I tried to pull myself up to my feet again but the pain was excruciating. Pushing my aching body to its limits, I reached out my arms and was able to cling onto the blood-covered meeting table. Grabbing its edges, I pushed myself up and finally managed to stand up straight again. I looked around and found Cassandra already on her knees, blood was running down from her lips. Mockefeller was standing right in front of her.

“You shall be punished for your sins, Swordfox. The unauthorized copying of textbooks was just one of them. There are many more,” he said. After hearing this, Cassandra was smiling, very much to my surprise.