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The corridor was dusty and smelled of something... Something musty, disgusting. Not like in a dusty corridor, but like in a coffin or in a crypt.

— Yeah, what is it? And this... Was it all under the house?— Olga turned around.— Christophe! I think it's him! —

— Just be careful. What if they turned our Christophe into something?— Vegard stopped his wife.— Let me go ahead.—

— What will change from this?— the redhead snorted.— Okay, I'm sorry. I'll be on my guard, and you break the lock. —

Again the cross and picking at the lock.

Vegard listens to the lock and turns the cross.

— It was a little more complicated.— he said, opening the door.— Christophe!— he called in a whisper.

— On the ceiling.— he heard a quiet answer.

Finn waved his hand with a small phosphorus toy clutched in his fist.

Olga hit something in the dark with her sword and the light came on.

— Convenient.—Vegard raised an eyebrow.

The fright in the next second made him freeze.

Spiders, multi-legged monsters taller than a man filled the chamber.

Christophe was breathing noisily, his eyes wide with horror.

— Guys! You'd better get out of here, and I'll manage somehow!—

Olga hid behind the cell door, breathing heavily and clutching her chest in fear.

The venomous spiders of Wentworth... There have been legends about them for a long time. There is no antidote for their poison and it is instantly absorbed into the blood.

Vegard, despite his own fear, found himself under the spider's belly very quickly.

A wave of the weapon - and the paws fly off.

— Are there any other weapons?—Christophe asks as Vegard cuts through the sticky and odorous web.

— Alas, so far I have not attacked the warehouse! Well, you're like a weapon yourself!— Vegard chuckled.

— You tell them that.— Finnish muttered.— Oh, let's get away!—

The cell door slammed shut, having managed to break the thin paws in half.

— Ooooh...— Christophe gasped noisily.

— What are you doing?— Olga asked Finnish.

— I... I hate spiders!The gray—haired man hissed.— And if we get to the end, let me kill Wentworth fifty times! Brrrr... Bastard!—

The light flickered in the corridor. At first it was not there at all, then the light bulbs began to light up one by one.

— Someone's jokes... Okay, we need to find the others and kick Wentworth 's ass! —

***

Wentfort Karsten felt an unexpected impotence beating in his head.

Everything swam before my eyes and the situation began to rotate.

The hands themselves began to move, a quiet rustle of the key and the locker swings open.

Potions! One bottle, another... There is nothing here!

— Bring the tutor of Count Ravenhertz's stepson here!—Wentworth said over the intercom.— Without Michael Gustavsson's blood, I won't be able to finish all my business...—

This is a case Wentworth has been working on for a very long time. He also spent a lot of time on Arnold...

A potion, scarlet, much lighter than blood, caught his eye.

Wentworth greedily drains the vessel, its contents burning the insides with fire.

— Sir, your errant wife and her escorts were caught trying to enter the residential wing.— the selector came to life again.

The door opened.

— Ahh, Arnold... I thought that clearly your master could have done something to you, but your blood just hid it...—Wentworth gestured for the old man to be chained to a chair.

— You will not find Michael's immortality in me! I will never betray him! Never... He is the best thing on this earth!The old man let out a wheeze as the needle sank into his neck. Even though he's crazy... You'll never find Michael!—

— It's like you're in love, you old pagan!— Wentworth dripped blood on the glass.— Check it out.— he said to one of his own.

— You didn't even see his face...—The old man said softly, grinning.

— His blood is still normal. There's nothing in it, sir.—said one of the wards.

A slight movement of the hand - and the old man gets a bullet in the forehead.

— So, we need to take care of Olga while there is still time...—Karsten muttered sullenly and, waving his own, left the office.

The whole company left.

Maria pushed the window sash, it gave way and the vampire jumped from the windowsill to the floor.

Folders were scattered on the table, colorful sheets all as one were full of one name.

"Michael Gustavsson, stepson of Heinrich Ravenhertz. According to some who saw him, the brunette..." "...Maybe a blond..." "...He was definitely bright red, like fire..."

Something was sticking out of the breast pocket of Arnold, who had already passed away.

Maria pulled her eyelids over the elder's eyes and pulled out of her pocket the thing that had captured her attention. Silk handkerchief with the letter "M", metal brooch.

The sweet smell darkened her eyes. Roses and heather...

It's true... Only he can smell like that...

The vampire pressed a handkerchief to her face, enjoying the smell.

Now she definitely need to stop these searches...

***

Bjorn felt trouble when this idiotic upper hatch began to move aside.

The sun touches the skin when the stone moves away.

A rope whistled, it seems that someone came down here.

— Maria...—Bjorn whispered through his tears.

On emotion, Maria Valdez eagerly pressed her lips to the maker.

— I won't let anyone kill you...—the brunette whispered.—Hold on to the curtain, which I took as a cape from the sun, while I crack the lock.—

Hairpin, holy classics! Or a great classic...

Turn, turn, click.

Exit to a dark and cold corridor.

— What does it smell like?—Bjorn turned to Maria.—There's a strange smell coming from you...—

— Just like that... Handkerchief...— the vampire tried to hide the thing deeper in her pocket.—A light memory of the hot and sweet past...—

— Is this about the times when you lived in the castle?—Bjorn asked, and suddenly froze.— Stefan is here! —

— Not only!—Friedrich's pale face appeared in the light.— It's so good that I managed to send Jordan away at all... I gave him the key earlier and a note where to look for one of my cars...— the lock clicked.—Thanks...—

— We'll find the others. Moreover, I can smell the Versace perfume that my mother uses right now and always...—Maria whispered.