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The engine became much quieter after this pause.

Stefan's speed helped to get gasoline, oil and tires, even with a considerable margin. After all, the place was vacated after passing these fatal traps ...

The sharp sound of a grindstone cut through the rhythmic noise of wheels.

Maria and Olga sharpened their swords, Christoph and Bjorn - axes.

— And how much can a werewolf split?—Friedrich asked.

— So much that I'm already getting scared...— Olga said in a slow voice.

She stared at the blade and kept being carried away by her thoughts.

— You should see your face now, it looks like boiled fish...—Maria said to her mother.

— Yeah...—Olga says softly.

Bjorn locked his notebook and hid it in a waterproof bag.

— If I finish this, it won't be bad... Such a device will make life easier for us...— he said.— Only the drawing should be burned later...—

— Are you so smart?—Olga asked.

— People, and indeed almost all creatures similar to them, use the brain in small parts, and I use the whole after conversion. Yes, it's for everyone when they apply... Although, no one knows all the quirks of the brain...—

— And you're right, vampire!—Callum perked up loudly.— Three werewolves are guarding something and a hunting lodge is not something that needs a permanent escort!—

— Here. — Olga showed.—I don't think it's just a cave. Yes, it can not be simple in any way. God doesn't know how to draw straight lines...—

— Yes, he's crooked, I can't argue with that...—Bjorn said, hiding his notes under the seat.

— For the weapon! Jordan, you sit here, just in case. Guard the kitten...—Vegard said, handing Helks a gun—like device.— Don't touch the front. You press the button, pointing in the direction of the ill-wisher and contacts will fly out.—

Helks closed the door behind the last one who came out and sat down on the sofa, sighing heavily.

— Do you want something tasty, baby?— he asked the kitten, pulling out a bag of sliced bacon from his pocket.— It's going to be a difficult day...—

— Shhh!—Bjorn raised his hand.— I have one hidden power, I'm going to clear the way...—

Stefan could barely contain his laughter.

— Quiet!— Bjorn slowly came out from behind the bushes.

— Vampire!— someone screamed.

— Hi guys.— Bjorn tried to remain calm, but still something was shaking inside.— I don't think you should come here. —

— Why? Are you going to explode, blondie?—the shaggy jock asked with a grin.

— Nope.— Bjorn himself went towards them.— When you grab a bug, you never think that it can answer...—

He breathed in their direction and the guards fainted.

— They didn't even send a message! And you're super, Bjorn!—Olga said softly.— There are no cameras at the exit, great. Will you tell me the secret of your fetid breath?—

— Corpse gas.—Bjorn smiled.— All right, let's go. Let's sniff the building and see where it will be safer for us to go!—

— Vegard!—Olga whispered to her husband.— Your earring! —

The man's amulet was lying on the snow, torn, it seems, from the skin and covered with his blood.

Vegard swore silently. Running up, he grabbed his amulet and put it on his other ear, in a hole a little higher, so that there was less chance of pulling out.

With a slight whoosh of metal, a weapon appeared in the light.

Olga saw the girls in one window. Scared, still normal. Such as she herself had once been.

— This way.— said the wolf. She smashed the glass with the hilt of her sword and jumped inside.

— Hey, does anyone understand me?— she asked in several languages in a row.— Girls! You were brought here by those terrible jocks that look like animals, weren't you?

— Yes, in those buses that are outside.— I decided to answer her alone.— And guys from sixteen and older, they brought all the children in the city here.—

— Get out of the window one at a time and run into the bushes. When everything is quiet, leave.—Olga sighed.— And I don't think I need to explain to you that no one should know about us...—

When almost everyone got out, Olga suddenly said quietly in their direction:

— Just live your life properly...—

***

The guards were not long in coming here - a platoon of big and stupid monsters.

— Long time no see!—making a leap, more than a step, Olga plunged the swords into the muscular flesh.

The meat seemed to have shattered into pieces under the scissors.

Blood sprayed in different directions. Smell... Oh, that smell!

The eyes turned yellow.

The severed head falls with a nasty sound to the floor.

Bjorn grabs two werewolves by the fur on the back of their necks, knocks their foreheads with such monstrous force that their heads break like coconuts and dirty the floor with rolled-out brains.

Olga feels how the canvases of swords intersect. The blades carve a beautiful melodic sound.

The red-haired Spaniard had a smile on her face - their swords with their daughter and Vegard crossed, cut the terrible carcass in three.

The white wallpaper in this room was cheap and very ordinary, the flying streams of blood drew peculiar crazy patterns on them, sweeping and even a little... beautiful?

It was heard how the bones crack when the head is cut off, how the severed flesh slaps viciously when it falls to the floor.

Olga noticed drops flowing on the floor from her side.

— My nose is bleeding...— she said softly.— Come on... Let's move on...—

***

The door flies off, there is no pain in the leg anymore.

Olga puts her sword forward, passing first.

The smell here is just killing. A sweet, disgusting smell, he left the room and began to fill everything around him.

— There's no one here!— waving his hand in front of his face, Bjorn said. — But... Whether I feel bad still...—

Roar cut off the rest of the sentence.

Breaking through the ceiling, a vile, ugly monster in its very essence ran here.

The floor is shaking.

Olga's reaction was not enough due to the fact that she no longer had so much strength. A red spot lit up on his chest, passing to his stomach.

Vegard swung his axe, but the blade of one of his main weapons shattered as if it were made of glass.

Bjorn got slapped in the face, and Maria, having guessed the right moment, jumped on the monster, on his creepy ugly hand.

Bjorn admired his bloodless child for a second.

A blow to the face with a club, which happened by accident, sobered Maria. The vampire swung her sword and tried to pierce a very ugly tanned hide.

Blood splashed, a cut appeared and...

disappeared.

The monster sensed the girl this time.

A wide wave of her paw and the brunette flew out of a huge window, knocking out a thick glass.

Glass crunches under the head, cuts the body when the vampire meets the icy ground.

— Damn it!— Maria went limp, sighed heavily and closed her eyes.

Now it really hurt, and the piece of wood sank deep into the chest very close to the heart.

Olga looked out the broken window, her shoulder cracked when turning.

— Christophe!— the wolf screamed.

Jansen took off his biggest axe from his back, ran up, when the blade of the weapon sank into the spine, this should have completely immobilized him.

The broken windows creaked - Maria climbed up the wall, for the sake of her mother and all those who are dear to her, she overcame the pain and, holding a pistol in her hand, aimed and fired.

— Wait!—Olga suddenly waved her hands.—No need! This is... this...—

— Jerry...—Maria looked into the monster's eyes.— It can't be Jerry!—

— It's him.—Olga raised her trembling voice with difficulty.

— Jerry Karsten...— Christophe himself remembered Olga's first child.

His skin was white as snow, his eyes and hair were burning black.

The monster froze.

The monster suddenly stepped back and fell into the broken window.

Crunch - and everything went quiet.

— Wow...— Bjorn, limping, got up from the floor and clutched his side. His eyes bulged in surprise, staring into the huge gap that had become.

Christophe touched the back of his head with his fingers. Blood dripped.

— Let's go further, it's impossible to go back...—Finnish said wearily.

Olga and Vegard went to the door, which closed what was further in this corridor.

— Separates this and that wing of the house...— feeling the door, the redhead said thoughtfully.— Vegard, can you break it?—

— I can do it.—Maria said.— The past has taught me to break locks and at the same time quietly...—