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Olga tightened the belt with the weapon at her waist.

The weapon lay on top of the turtleneck, countless straps crossed with a dagger.

Vegard was sharpening his axes, while Christophe was making something like a sheath for the blond man's guns.

— Christophe, I think this belt will hold your axes better.— Maria brought her beloved a belt with a large scabbard.

— Well, yes, but I'll redo the base... Okay, I'll do everything myself, otherwise, if I let you get to the needle, there may be victims!—

The vampire frowned.

— Well, I'm sorry!—Christophe was shaking with laughter, his shoulders were shaking.— I've completely forgotten what you're like when you're angry! —

— Christophe! Oh... And personally, I forget how good you are when you smile... I can't be mad at you, my gray-haired handsome...—Maria puts her arms around Finn's neck.

His very short hair smelled of the forest.

— You're as hot as ever...—The vampire inhaled his scent.— To be honest, you're the only one I've always thought about... Only about you... Bjorn is not exactly the same... If you see something strange, then don't pay attention... He is my maker, almost my father...—

— I'm not jealous, you kind of know... I'm just an old suitcase...—Finn said softly in his almost inaudible manner.

— We all live a long time... The main thing here is not to grow old, but to live, brighter every year...—

— I think the turtleneck was boring and inappropriate.—her mother's voice came from behind him.

Everyone stared at Olga in surprise.

A dress in a shade of crimson silver accentuated her figure, and the weapon was on top.

— If we're going to approach the battle, then from the right side, right?—the redhead asked.

— You're disorienting Wentworth.—Christophe said with a smile.

— Yes, I think someone is talking too much...—Maria said softly.

She also chose a raincoat-protection from the sun, a bib from antique armor over a top and tight black trousers.

Two pistols, two swords on his belt.

Christophe had a vest with throwing daggers and a bandolier over his clothes.

Everyone was ready...

***

A cart full of werewolves and vampires was racing on three horses.

Friedrich mercilessly whipped the horses with a whip.

— Let's get there from the side where there will be no doors!—Olga shouted to Friedrich.— Wrap it up! —

— Okay!—

It began to rain, which worsened the possibility of running horses and much more.

Rain and snow - just hell to attack!

Jumping off the old cart, everyone looked around in search of guards.

Strangely, there weren't even any surveillance cameras in this area.

Writing it all off to luck, Friedrich and Vegard threw hooks.

The rope whizzed up, and for a second everyone was even afraid of the noise it made.

This is one of the houses of Wentworth, but it's not a fact that it will be here.

The hooks definitely went down only on the fifth attempt.

They climbed two by two, wrapping their legs around the cable.

Olga jumped down to the floor almost noiselessly, the boots met the noble wood and old carpets.

Everyone grabbed their weapons without saying a word.

Sniffing around, Olga went with a saber in one hand and a pistol resting in an unbuttoned holster and the safety off.

The house looked uninhabited, but well maintained.

At most, it was probably cleaned every other day.

Olga opened one door, and Callum opened the other.

Unfortunately, one of them turned out to be a closet.

Something shook under the floor, Maria screamed and put her hand over her mouth.

— There's a trap somewhere... I can feel it...— she said.

Bjorn hurriedly opened one door and realized that he was in trouble.

There was one less in the corridor.

***

Olga turned around.

— Maria, ah...— she began to speak in a whisper, but her daughter felt the absence of the creator.

Her eyes darted around in fright.

— Just don't yell.—Vegard warned his daughter in a whisper.

Fear was beating inside.

Callum stepped on one of the slats in the floor and immediately jumped back.

From the ceiling huge blades moved on them.

— A little more and...— he said dully.

Around the corner it was even worse - fire was coming from the walls ...

***

Bjorn woke up from the pain.

His child was killed! But who...

The leg was pierced by a huge silver nail or something similar to it.

When trying to take it out, the body shuddered in a helpless sob.

His head was smashed and blood was streaming down his temple.

He's in the water... He's in the icy water now!

Pain pierces the body with sharp long needles.

— You've been living too long, Bjorn, Marten's son...—the hoarse voice of a hundred-year-old woman came.

The Swede could not figure out where from - now he was wounded like a man.

— Who's here?— he didn't even realize from fright at first that he shouted it in Swedish.— Who's here?—

Blood dripped into the eye and vision blurred.

Bjorn found a sharp stone and squeezed it hard in his hand.

This new pain gave him the strength to stand up.

— Who's here?— he repeated angrily again.—If you're coming here, why hide? What kind of rats are there? Cowards!—

— I'm not going to hide at all!— the old woman went out into the lighted space.

— The bloody witch...—Bjorn whispered.

— Even though my body has aged in the summer, but as I see, you recognized me.—the old woman grinned.—Bjorn, son of Martin, you have avoided your fate too often. You should have been dead a long time ago...—

— You won't wait!—Bjorn rushed forward and suddenly shouted.

His whole blood seemed to be boiling.

He could feel his creatures dying.

The tear rolled and fell to the floor. A scarlet tear.

The blond man took a step forward, overcoming the terrible pain.

His heart was always different from others, just like himself. It covered the pain with love, like an anesthetic.

Blood poured out of his eyes.

The second step.

Third.

The Swede closes his heaven-like eyes and runs forward, despite how painful it is...

Teeth bite into the parchment flesh, thickened blood pours.

— Did you take us out into the sun to burn us later?—Bjorn yells furiously and digs in again.

Blood soaked his clothes, blood pours down his chin, mixing with him.

— Vampires... Die...— before death, the withered body managed to croak...\

***

Olga kicked out another door.

Now it's just her, Callum, Vegard, Christophe, Maria, Stefan and just four werewolves.

Of the twenty that got in.

Many died, and more were lost. Ten more outside.

— We need to go back and open the door where Bjorn disappeared!—Maria said suddenly.

— I have a very unpleasant feeling...—

Callum came back with a very large hook removed from the window.

— Just in case...— he said, kicking down the door.

There was an absolute emptiness behind the door. Somewhere very far away, the sound of water could be heard.

Maria shuddered.

— Bjorn! Where are you?!— she shouted in Swedish when she felt her nerves begin to strain.

There is no answer.