6

It was already very quiet in the dead of night.

Espoo froze.

Not a single sound on the street. The city fell asleep.

A little kitten was sleeping on a chair.

— Now the smell of shit is more plausible.— Maria sat down on a chair, taking the kitten in her arms.

— Hm... There is a spirit of danger and fear in the air. And it feels stronger every second.—Vegard looked at Bjorn for some reason.

The vampire watched the wind increase in fright.

The night on the street completely prevailed and it was clear that it was not far from the full moon again.

The days passed like water, even Olga stopped remembering the lunar phases.

— Stefan... Did you see Emilia and Claire before you left?— Bjorn put a bottle on the table, from which he did not drink.

He stood in the semi-darkness and it seemed to many that his face had changed now. It really has changed.

The blond man grabbed his sword and ran out into the street.

It happened in an instant, no one had time to react.

Releasing his fangs, he grappled with someone in the pitch darkness. There was a growl, a bark, a howl.

A short cry, the wolf runs away.

— Who is this?—Bjorn asks as he walks in.

He's holding someone by the scruff of the neck, a guy smeared in blood.

— Ah, I remember him. Vegard, isn't that the stalker, Jordan Helx?— Olga looked at the guy's face.

— Okay, Bjorn, we won't kill him, put him on the sofa. Is that what you do with him?—

— Ffff! No! One of Wentworth's dogs was following him, accosted him with conversations, was going to change him.—The blond Swede sniffed the blood flowing from Jordan's wounds.— He just hit him with a rose. —

— We'll cure him and send him home.—Vegard opened an old-fashioned medical locker.— But I hope no one will consider it a good deed.—

— Haha, are you afraid to go to hell?—Maria calmly splashed alcohol on Jordan's wounds.

The guy groaned weakly and opened his eyes a little.

— Do you know that you can get a lot of time for stalking, boy?—Olga asked Jordan, who had woken up.

— I didn't... I'm not a stalker...—Jordan's lips barely moved.

— And what were you doing here?— Bjorn is playing with a dagger in his hands.

His pale face became sharper, his eyes turned black.

— Please... Excuse me... Let me go... Don't kill... I'm nothing...—Helx whispers.—I haven't seen any monsters...—

— I hope you didn't call me a monster.—Bjorn grabbed the dagger by the blade.— And after what you've seen, we simply can't let you go. What good will it do us if we let you out and our opponents kill you in front of our eyes?—

— Ugh! This is going to be unpleasant!—Maria echoed the maker.

— Come with me, daughter, and let your father bind up the wounds of a mortal. We'll prepare a isolated room for him!—Olga said.

Maria laughed as she left.

— You say he's a stalker, Mom? What, another idiot has coveted you, not really knowing yet?— the brunette asked, opening the doors of a room on the floor underground.

— I've seen how he looks for a long time, don't kill him for it!—Olga shook the sheet.— Will the green one do?—

— No, fuchsia will be warmer. Christophe and I have already tried out exactly the same kit.—The brunette chuckled soundlessly.— A lot of emotions.—

— Yes, even though your beloved is as old as the earth itself, you are exactly rabbits.—The red-haired wolf casually threw pillows on the bed.— I am very glad that you are with us.—

— Hmm, where am I going to go? Well... in truth, there are places...—

Olga laughed and rolled her eyes.

The daughter's manners were not changed by vampirism...

***

The door closed behind Jordan Helx.

The guy went to the bed and collapsed on it.

The legs seemed to have lost all ability to move.

— This is not a prison sentence.— the door opened a crack and that pale man, Bjorn, appeared.—It's only for your own good. You don't know what you're going to be dealing with. Consider it just being under guard... Are you hungry? If you want, I'll cook something to eat. —

— Will the vampire cook?—Jordan chuckled.

— Hey, for me it's actually an insult!—Bjorn raised his purring voice a little.— Just because food doesn't satisfy me doesn't mean I don't need to eat. I like to sleep and eat as much as I loved it when I was a man... —\

It was very uncomfortable from the gaze.

Jordan could feel the cold radiating inside from those eyes that seemed like snow in smoke.

— And how did you become vampire? Were you born like this or were you bitten?—Jordan shuddered.

He himself could not have expected that he would ask this after all.

It's just that for a couple of hours it had been spinning around him with a thought, an insistent mosquito, thickening the atmosphere, and in his brain.

Such a beautiful face does not look like a modern one.

— Hmm, no one has ever asked me such painful questions... I brought some of the Viking ships... And the disease was killing me...—He stepped off the threshold and returned to the room.— Constant coughing and vomiting of blood... I was cursed by people from a neighboring settlement...—his voice trembled, his eyes glittered.— And then he came... Guy Cornelius... He said that my beauty should live forever...—

— The world is cruel. He's very violent...—Jordan lies down on the bed.—Can I just rest?—

The door closed.

***

The wolf raced through the forest with all her might.

Olga simply did not spare her own body, when she saw a wolf running through the window with the familiar intertwining of Wentworth's initials on her forearm, she chased him through the woods, along the road.

Pebbles, asphalt, road, forest, trail...

With magical speed, everything changed, as in fast playback on a computer.

The bones in front of the runner cracked and blood filled his mouth.

From the pain, the wolf took human form, Olga too.

— Where's Wentworth?—she screamed.

Whining, indistinct and somehow wet.

Olga transforms only one of her hands, claws grow on a fur-covered paw.

— Where's Wentworth?—Olga repeats the question already with a shout, the voice becomes bestial, growling.

***

The car pulls up to a large building.

Wentworth Karsten signs a couple of contracts, his werewolves supply the pack with meat, booze and girls through their activities.

He came to Finland to get his own back.

Not all of his wives understand that it is impossible to leave, that it is fraught... He killed many people without thinking, but Olga... Olga Valdez!

This beautiful red-haired and green-eyed Spaniard resembled a storm.

Now she has decided to play resistance with this retard Bjorn, crazy Christophe, her whore daughter and this timid sectarian!

Wentworth sipped cognac from a large glass.

Relaxation was interrupted by a call.

— Are you going to bother me like this? To beat surreptitiously? Go into the meeting room, then walk to the hall...—an artificially altered voice croaked.

— Silas? Are you drunk?—Wentworth just asked that question.

He was curious what the answer would be.

— The hall... Go to the hall...— a stone whisper.

Olga! Certainly...

Although there is nothing to doubt, except for her, no one can be.

The man stood up and slowly walked forward.

Spreading waves of air in different directions, a strong explosion broke out.

Olga wanted a close contact!

Before the explosion, Wentworth heard words that had been hovering around for a long time like an annoying mosquito.

— You won't win! They are stronger than you! The wolf will devour you!—