8

Olga was looking out the window, smiling.

— Thanks, Vegard, your powder worked perfectly. I poured it into his wounds and he just became a doll.— said the redhead.

— And why did you need it?— Vegard was sorting out their things: something could not be saved after long and frequent fights, something was worn out by time.— We need to get out shopping soon.—

— Later, honey, after what I have to finish... Sometimes I even think: which one of us is a man?— Olga heard a knock in the kitchen.—Damn it... Again, the daughter will turn the kitchen around. She's kind of weird sometimes...—

Together Olga and Vegard walked down the stairs, then through the living room on a winding path to the kitchen.

Bjorn was lying on the sofa, absolutely motionless. His chest was not heaving and his cheeks were icy.

— What's wrong with him?—Vegard asks in a whisper.

— Hang up the alarm, my maker just fell asleep at the TV. And until he sleeps off, you can't even wake him up with a bomb.— Maria appeared at the entrance to the kitchen with a large plate in her hands. It was decorated with colorful contents - pickles, red and white onions, salami, bacon, everything was abundantly filled with grainy mustard.

— You're eating a lot today.—Olga remarked.— It doesn't satisfy you.—

— No, it does not food for me.— Maria put a huge piece of cucumber in her mouth.— And how much blood I absorb, it's better not to say, Christophe will be just shocked.—

— By the way, where is our huge and silent guy?—Olga asked.

— He got up, practiced, now he's digging in your car. Something burned down there... He brought your anti-aircraft missile system today. He said that he might definitely need it. What are you up to?—Maria licked mustard from her lips.

Christophe entered the house, sweat glistening on his forehead and silvering his gray hair even more. Finn carried a large pack with axes, machine guns and a large club with nails, the top of which was crowned with a skull.

— My sword doesn't need to be checked.—Bjorn pulled a very long sword out of his pack.

— Still the same?—Maria asked.

— Well, yes, even though it is covered with silver, it is not worn out.—The Swede ran his finger along the blade.— Here, you see, in the very center of the blade? It is from him that my victims burn.—

— Will you make for me the same one?— Maria wipes her blades with a rag.— My monument will have to be erected soon...—

— I will, but better. Leave the old blades to the old, now all the innovations are young!—The blond man tightened his belt.— I've lost some weight - he's hanging on me now! —

Olga bends almost at an acute angle to avoid Christophe's axes.

Anti-aircraft missile launcher, machine guns, pistols - favorite equipment!

Olga remembers almost all the wars that were in this world, sometimes it seems to her that she lives too long, but she loves, she loves life so much!

And she will kill Wentworth to become the queen of the north...

***

Jordan saw his friend's car through the window.

What is Friedrich doing here?

Helx stretched out, but could not get closer to the window. He couldn't hear anything, but he noticed a malicious grin on Friedrich's face.

Olga left the house, noticing a narrow-eyed brunette.

— To immediately stop some of the questions, I can tell you that we have a person. What's his name? It doesn't matter though. Even though we are from a different tribe, I would like to count on cooperation. Don't get me wrong, but I need you as a babysitter.—Karsten said, trying to keep a serious expression on her face.

Although the request to be a babysitter for a human and several young vampires caused laughter.

The German looked at the werewolf woman for a long time with incomprehension, then suddenly laughed out loud.

— My friend interrupted you with his perversions, right?—Friedrich asked, wiping away tears of laughter.

— No, but we are conscientious. We don't want anyone to be killed because of us.— a prickly wind blew, as if surreptitiously.

— I want something for this. Will you let me see the vampires? And will you take it into your pack when you win?—Friedrich quietly asked question after question.

— Vampires aren't a circus. You can come in and take a look, but no more. And about the pack... We'll talk about this later. Playing, you never know if the jackpot will come out...— Olga went into the house to prepare for what awaits on the way ...

***

The closest was one hotel from the points of Wentworth, already in another city, but close.

Olga dialed her number.

— Hello...— there was no one on the other end. —We'll kill the crocodile, and we'll leave the ants for later...—

— And if the ants, after the death of the crocodile, take and swat the wolf?— Maria appeared as if from a void nearby.— We're ready.—

— Yes, yes... I've thought about it many times already...— Olga looked around.— I'm coming now...—

***

— ... I'm not going to live in slavery!—

The blade cuts through the face.

The eye is flowing.

The field of vision decreases and blood pours down the face...

From this dream, Wentworth Karsten always has pain somewhere there, in the chest, where the heart should be.

Someone is diligently beating his fists on the door of his office and bedroom part-time.

— Chief, come out!— there is a shout.—We're on fire!—

Wentworth realized just now—the antique wooden panels on the walls were starting to crack.

Not much time passed and the whole wall was engulfed in flames. And the door said a treacherous "no" to all attempts to open it.

Having run away, Wentworth beats his body against the door with all his legs.

His massive bulk doesn't seem to be enough to knock down the door.

The welding machine flared up and the door opens.

A blanket is thrown over Wentworth, the guards surround him from all sides.

Someone is standing in the distance.

The wolf. He steps over the snow with the grace of a panther.

Olga! Exactly Olga!

The first car that was leaving froze - someone stood across the road.

Bjorn waved, smiling.

— Hello...— he said softly.

The Swede looked even more abnormal than usual.

Wentworth lost sight of his entourage. He ran after Olga, nothing more strongly concentrated his attention.

—Wentworth!— Olga was standing on the slope with an ancient Spanish blade in her hands.

Her appearance was instantly drugged into his mind and Wentworth did not even have time to parry some of the blows.

A thin but deep stripe remained on the shoulder.

— I always said I wouldn't let you get away with it. I told you I'd drive you out.— the bloody blade clicks on the stones, comes into contact with Wentworth's broad saber, obviously stolen from someone.

— We lived well with you. Why do you need stupid revenge because of some puppy?-Wentworth parries the blows, but it didn't look like he was attacking himself.

It didn't take long - noticing vampires on the horizon, Karsten felt like he was being possessed by some ferocious demon.

The blade pierced the shoulder of the red-haired woman.

Olga didn't make a sound when she jumped aside and the blade creaked on her collarbone.

Her blow landed on a place familiar to the sword-it cut through an empty eye socket and Wentworth roared like a bear.

Olga doesn't even feel pain when the blade enters her stomach.

Grabbing the blade, the woman pulls this piece of metal out of herself.

The meaning of this fight is freedom, escape from eternal persecution and slavery.

Pebbles are crumbling underfoot, somewhere down there and far away, Olga heard that the wolves used silver ...

If only they didn't kill Maria ...

And Bjorn ...

For a couple of days she noticed that the creator was insanely dear to her daughter.

Overcoming the pressure of the blades, Olga kicks Wentworth to the edge.

— Whore!— a blow to the ribs with a sword and the usurper's speech became gurgling - blood flowed profusely from Wentworth's mouth.

The air currents picked them up. Olga herself did not understand how they broke down.

Just flying and hitting.

Bjorn began to choke as the silver chain wrapped around his neck.

Vegard managed to notice it and shoot.

Only for a second the Swede was distracted and smiled at him.

Jordan himself did not understand why his heart was so eager to go there.

Friedrich kept them-a kitten, a couple of young vampires, and Jordan-in a trailer not so far away, and now he himself was imported.

— Are you going there?—Jordan asks, but when Helx looks into his friend's eyes, he almost screams in fear.

His eyes are yellow!