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— Jordan! Die! No need to sleep!—Friedrich tapped the chair next to the sleeping Helks.

— Zandtner, you're pissing me off… And you really piss me off sometimes!—Helx closed the notebook so quickly that he almost tore the page. His insanity reached such heights that he began to paint.

—Jordan, you've been looking terrible lately. Let me take Erica and let's leave Espoo. You'll forget Olga if you just get distracted...—

After a while, together with a friend, Jordan really forgot himself a little.

Friedrich had known him almost from birth. Sipping his beer, Helks realized that his love for Olga, no, his insane obsession with Olga Karsten caused pain much more than joy. But this is not a wound that time will easily heal, it will not allow him to live in peace.

He woke up in the middle of the night with a feeling of anxiety.

He and Friedrich are not alone at home…

***

Jaws ached-this means that animal fangs are breaking through.

The wind outside is whistling loudly.

Olga Karsten got out of bed, illuminating the space with animal eyes. Vegard also let out a strange growl.

Maria jumped right out of her window into the snow.

The night for her was not a hindrance, not for sight, not for appearance-she was always made up.

The soles of the army boots went into the snow.

— Who's there?— Olga appeared from behind the door only a little later.

— I don't really give a ** **, but it smells like your brothers. Be here, I'll go around the house.— the snow crunches underfoot.

The brunette felt a wild desire to dig into anyone who happens to be here, in the throat. Hmm, if it's a werewolf, everything will end fatally...

The necklace made up of letters tinkled in the silence, and Maria, Olga and Vegard almost jumped in fear.

Maria rolled her eyes, remembering the trinket around her neck. Abruptly throwing her hand into the bushes, she took out a kitten.

— Wow! So that's the beauty that scared us all… How pretty you are! You won't be afraid of old Maria Valdez, will you?— Maria stroked the kitten's gray fur. The kitten's paws were scratched and he was covered in mud.

Washing the gray handsome, Maria sang to him affectionately. It was one of the old songs about the distant and beloved Catalonia. About the motherland...

— Shall we call him Mathias?—Maria asked, wrapping the fluffy cutie in a towel. The baby ate the brought meat, almost choking. Despite the smells that scared him, he was happy now.

— Why Mathias?—Christophe looked at the girl in bewilderment.

— That's your middle name. I was thinking about you, repeating your name like a prayer...—Maria ran her fingers over her wrist.— All the wounds healed in an instant, but this, alas, this scar will always be with me...—

— Don't think about it, just lines on the skin. What did people invent clothes for?—Christophe took her hand.— Come to me, and put fluffy to bed ... —

Maria removed the bangs that had fallen over his eyes.

— Handsome… Just as beautiful… How then… My love...—She sat on Jansen's lap.— However, you turned slightly gray...—

— Well, I live ... for a long time in the world I live...—Finn grinned hoarsely.

Not too far away, Jordan Helx was running to his home, stumbling.

For the sake of his mania, he left his best friend with no one in the house and only now he became afraid.

The wind blows his blond hair, sleet hits his face. Right at the entrance, he tripped and hit his face on the step. The door opened and Jordan couldn't stand it and screamed out loud.

— Friedrich...—wheezing, he looked up.

— Where did you run off to, Jordan?— Zandtner smelled more than just beer. The fumes were much stronger than Jordan's. Apparently, Friedrich doesn't really dislike drinking alone...

— I was walking... Just walking...— looking back, Helks froze and almost fell when his frisky Austrian friend dragged him into the house.

A huge brown wolf without one eye. He was the whole horror of the world. Like a monster from nightmares ...

***

— The Black Hand is a werewolf society for killing vampires and initiating people... The Black Hand wants to purify the world... This watch responds to his alphas...—Christophe Jansen says in a kind of drooping voice.

The hands of the clock were spinning in a wild, mad dance. And they themselves throbbed.

— I hope this is just another battle, and not the end of everything...— Jansen said it quietly and without his usual hoarseness, which seemed very strange.

— If it smells bad, run away. Don't take any chances again, okay?!—Olga said to her daughter.

— I can't guarantee that's exactly what I'll do...— the vampire grins briefly.

— You're stupid... Although... You're always like this. You're my daughter!— the woman still smiled. Maria sat down on the sofa, running her eyes over the curtains moving in waves, which, fortunately, do not let in the light of the sun. Christophe is doing something on the street, his mother is walking with Vegard, it seems that everyone is in business, except, in fact, Maria...

— Maria!—beloved shouted from the street.— Open the door for me, I'll bring something from the cellar!—

The light almost falls on the skin. It hurts ...

Noticing a strange movement, Maria goes outside. The sun does hurt a little, but it doesn't burn the vampire, it wasn't an illusion. Just to make sure, the girl touched her face and looked at her hands. A guy is sitting behind the fence, clinging to the iron canvas.

What a strange spy! The vampire grabs him by the colorful jacket, wanted to scare him at first, but... It's better not to show your fangs everywhere...

— And who the hell are you?— the girl asks, pulling on the shoulder with force.

— I'm Jordan, Jordan Helx! I just took a look at this house...—Jordan shrank into a ball. He felt a mixture of trembling and numbness.— I'm sorry...—

— Hey, what's going on here?— here, seeing the conflict, Friedrich approaches.

— Take care of your friend, Friedrich.— the girl said very quietly.

— Friedrich, do you know her? Who is it?—Jordan ran after his friend.

He was then ready to swear before the court that people do not have such eyes.

— I don't advise you to go to the Karstens. There will be trouble.— the German suddenly said in a deaf, strange voice. His slanted eyes turned yellow for a second...

***

The wind picked up at night. A blizzard was approaching.

The snow danced its wild and cold dance with the wind. This dance could be destructive if it reaches the extreme point... two wolves, avoiding the attention of people, dashed through the snows of Espoo with all their might.

The wolf shone with the gold of the sun and his eyes were brown, sometimes straying to all the colors of the rainbow, and the wolf was blue-black with green eyes.

Maria followed the footsteps into the snow.

Next to her stood a huge ashen wolf, which she gently stroked on the fur.

— Let's beat the wind, Christophe...— she said softly.

The whistling of the wind grew in her ears, Maria ran with all her might.

— Help your mother!— suddenly there was a scream in Swedish in my ear.

The branch seemed to have grown under the feet at that very moment.

Maria hit the ground with her face, smashed her nose on the roots of a tree that stuck out from under the snow. Blood lit up the whiteness.

A shot whistled dryly. The second one hits the target, or maybe not quite -in the thigh. The blood, though cold, flows very quickly.

— Run away! Run away from here!— someone, as white as snow, waved his hands and shouted in the growing blizzard.

Maria feels weakness suddenly overtake her.

The flesh sizzles and smokes.

Cold drops turn the snow into a red and white mess.

Approaching through the snow raised his head in the light of the moon. He waved his hand and, as he approached, said hello.

***

Bjorn looked like a ghost from old movies and he was very beautiful.

Such a face is not found in the modern world.

Olga was surprised to see how a very ancient Swede, white as snow, extracted a bullet from Maria's leg with some old tools.

The vampire girl fell into unconsciousness, she lost consciousness even when they were running away from the hunters.

Now the smoke was coming as if acid had been splashed on the leg.

Mirror cloth clothing is smart for those who are the lowest of the werewolves and hunt vampires!

Bjorn scolded them all the way. He expressed himself only in Swedish, so as not to embarrass anyone with his ancient vocabulary.

The guy breathed frost and snow, as if he did not come from a blizzard, but a blizzard came with him. He himself seemed sculpted out of snow.

— I believe that you are Olga Karsten. I haven't heard many stories about you, since Maria didn't speak at all for the first couple of months. And I also know very well that it does not give you pleasure to communicate with my kind... I am her maker.—Bjorn closes his bag.— I felt that danger was coming here, but... The car stalled to hell and I had to run...—

In the look of incredibly beautiful eyes, hatred for their position was read.

— Well, yes, we all depend on a lot now: on clothes, on cars, on technology...— Christophe passed from behind.— Well, can you cure her?— he raised his voice a little.

— Most likely, yes... Progress is a very bad thing...— the Swede began to speak more and more quietly, as if someone deprived him of the opportunity to speak or lowered the volume of that very conversation.

There were doubts about the fact that such a quiet speech was caused by impotence.

Vegard noticed the ferocity with which Olga was looking at her daughter's wound.

— It's not worth going there alone.— he said on the move, chasing his beloved.

— This problem concerns me personally, — the red-haired woman took out a chest from under the bed in the bedroom. This chest contained weapons and army equipment.— and I will solve it as I know how!—