ENTRY XIII

The second woman, which got to my heart, was a red haired beauty. I met in one of the local inns. That inn was by far one of the largest in the countryside, naturally I had to be there, to see everything. It was second nature to me, I still ask myself why did I enter it. What was so interesting for me inside. I think and I think and I have found the answer, that said beauty, there was nothing else that interested me.

All I need was to be invited in, somehow that old legend still works for inns and nowhere else. Why inns I still don't know and after I long search I gave up. This mystery won't be reviled anytime soon. But enough of that, let's return to the matter at hand.

I stood there in front of the large door, rain slowly falling. I waited. The rain continues to fall. I wait.

The train station was a small countryside station that had seen better days, that was a sure fact.

I walked, hidden in the shadows. They were a great thing in this situation and in this moment.

Blood slowly dripped down my face. The shadows were more than welcome. Rain slowly feel, with it my emotions as well. It was a good feeling. The effects of the witch's blood are slowly leaving my system. The main side effect was nausea of the worst kind. There was no other way to put it. A higher vampire has that ability to take the abilities of its victims. In a short amount of time, we can do the same things as them. Our mana is the same in that amount of time. This witch was strong. I never saw her level before in these parts.

"There you are," replied Rox,"what are you going there?"

"Waiting," I replied.

"For what?"

"For the train."

"The train?! To where?"

"North...," was my reply. I couldn't answer anything else. What is there else to say. I hoped for it to arrive soon.

Rox was silent. He walked up and down on the ramp. The train was no where to be seen. It was a bad thing.

Colonel James Arthwood appeared on the ramp.

"This is a strange place to meet, don't you think, gentlemen?"

"Depends on the view point," Rox replied.

"I know."

"Niklaus, here is waiting for the train to appear."

"The same."

"Did you see her?"

"Who?"

"That southern bell…"

"I did, she is a pretty flower."

"Niklaus is depressed because of her."

"I'm not," I replied, "not that much." I hid in the shadows again.

"He so is," Rox smiled.

"There must be a way to help him." James turned. "There is always a way."

"We need to remove that man with her." Rox putted on his thinking face.

"True," James replied. "I don't like that man."

"I don't like his smell."

"His smell…"

"What has it to do with our problem?"

"Let me think."

"Smell…"

"He's a werewolf…"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then we know a way how to remove him."

"Yes."

"But we need bullets."

"Not any kind of bullets, but silver ones."

"Oh, my god, you are so old fashioned."

I stood silent, there was no use to enter the conversation now. I waited.

"How am I old fashioned?"

"Silver bullets, come on man!"

"What is wrong with them?"

"Everything, you old fashioned lout."

"Do tell me what is wrong with them?"

"They aren't liquid silver?!"

"Liquid silver?!"

"Yes!"

"Where do we find liquid silver in the middle of nowhere?"

"Silverware."

"Great…"

And so, armed with liquid silver I challenged that man. He was tall, strong, fierce. His gun was weaker that mine.

A group of werewolves appeared around us. If wasn't a god site. There was nothing that we could do. The duel had to continue. We turned to each other. My gun fired.

The man fell. The liquid silver moved through his body, going through the veins. Blue silver like veins appeared on his body. It was over. She was mine.

I waited behind the corner. She appeared. Her face was more than beautiful, she earned her nickname well.

My fangs shine. It's over.

And, now, we enter a strange part. A werewolf bride run in my direction. I just stood there, eyes open wide, fangs shown, blood dripping down my face. What did she want? Why did she run? What is her reason for this? So many questions, so many answers. Everything is a large enigma. Why is she looking at me, like that? Why? Back off, woman. I love every type of women, really, but back off! I don't like fur. A group of werewolves appeared from the distance. They looked at me silent. I could easy kill them all, but I'm more than interested to see what is this about.

"Is he the one?," asked someone of the group.

"Yes," she replied.

There was no other option. Claws appeared, my face became bat like.

A river of blood flows.