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An iron rod and two curved wires slowly pass through the keyhole.

— Mom, Dad, press the door and push it up a little.—Maria whispered in a guiding tone.— Just keep it down... There's someone walking and talking outside the door...—

Turn.

Maria presses her ear to the door and tenses up. Then the vampire starts slowly turning her strange homemade lock pick.

Click.

The door opens, letting in a lot of warm air into the coolness. This door turns out to be even too heavy.

Lively conversations can be heard. The words blend into the bizarre melody of society.

— Behind the closet!—Maria says in a whisper.

Everyone takes turns running when no one is in sight.

Maria holds the wound in her chest with her hand.

— Stefan!—Olga called softly.— Is your speed not enough to look around the house without the knowledge of the owners?—

— No, no... It definitely won't work...— said the blond.—It smells too bad in here... I do not know what. But this smell...—

— Yes, I feel it too...— Maria noisily sniffed the air.— Strange smell... But I can't remember what it could be...—

Bjorn exhaled loudly and suddenly almost coughed.

— We're not breathing...—Maria suddenly said softly.— Or we breathe every other time, if we are used to it very much! It's me to the vampires...—

Rebasing by fast running. Maria touches some strange bedside table and a terrible pain pierces her knee.

Such that other wounds do not even compare.

— Silver!— the girl croaked, clutching the wound with her hand.— It's already dangerous for all of us! There's illuminated silver everywhere!—

The cut hissed and smoked.

— It's a trap...—Vegard suddenly said in an undertone.

***

Liquid silver is a good innovation for this world.

And terribly hated by Maria.

Her eyes saw nothing now, only constantly splashed sticky bloody tears.

— Bastard!—She snarled angrily.— I'll tear you to pieces, you old stump!—

The bloody foam glued the eyelashes together, but the vampire stubbornly separated them.

—Mademoiselle Valdez?—Suddenly a frail old man's voice rang out.

— Arthur?—Maria froze.— I recognized your voice. But you just can't be alive! —

— Arnold actually. You still don't remember me... I am being held here by this terrible man, a devil named Wentfort, and he keeps hoping that I will tell the whereabouts of my master! He injects vampire blood into my body to make me live longer...— the old man said sadly.— Come here, I'll help you...—

The old man's hands slowly began to loosen the eyelashes stuck together with blood, a razor whistled in the air and there was a smell of blood - it seems that he cut his hand.

Maria greedily bit into the cut, swallowing the blood.

— Does it hurt?—she asked, wiping her lips.

Vision began to clear up.

— I am... He's dead... He's an ordinary person, I'm sure of it!—the brunette swayed, her legs did not work well after such a dose of silver.— I drank his blood! —

— He's alive. I feel it, believe me!a hoarse voice said confidently.

— It doesn't matter now. We need to find a way out of the dungeon of this geek...—

***

Olga hit the brick wall with her fist.

Before Wentworth arrived, they were locked in separate cells.

A crumb of stone crumbled, almost hitting the eyes.

A soft, rhythmic knock sounded nearby.

— Vegard...—The redhead whispered almost with a smile.

She stood on tiptoe and tried to tap with her fingertips "My Snow-white..."

"I'm next. We will hit the wall."

Olga ran away and kicked the wall with force.

Another run-up.

Fist.

Crackling.

Blood flowed down her arm, curling around the fingers and flowing between them. The pain gave such a strange feeling inside, it seemed to give strength.

Olga prepared to strike again.

— Mmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..— an inarticulate mumbling is heard from somewhere under the floor, or rather, from the part where the grille is.

— Jerry...— Olga came up and looked into the grate.

The mutilated monster was lying on an almost identical grate, only very huge and it was red-hot to the limit.

The monster cried, he cried, howled and called for his mother, Wentworth's experiments do not kill the soul to the end.

Anger gave even more strength, the anger of a mother whose child was mutilated, almost destroyed.

One of the walls began to move, it happened so quickly that Olga overcame half of the cell in one jump out of surprise.

Faces... They were black faces and they were bursting right out of the wall in a huge clot.

— Alive... Alive...—someone growled.

This huge clot was growling.

It was like all the results of the perversions and fanaticisms of this ugly world in one.

The psychic form of the stronger ones could not stand it, and Olga burst out of fear with an inhuman terrible scream.

Olga rushed to the wall, which she was trying to break through, and made another blow ...

***

Vegard heard his wife's scream and felt fear boil inside.

From a strong release of adrenaline, he knocked out the grate that was in the very middle of the cell, just by stamping his foot. The blond man stared at the opening in the floor.

Down there was that horrible monster that was left of Jerry Karsten.

A crazy thought flashed through my head that if Olga is in a similar cell, then you can crawl through a similar lattice.

Sticking his head out lower and looking around, Vegard grabbed an iron ring, from which another, slightly larger one was sticking out, it and many such kept the scanty cover of the monster from another part of the room - an antique curtain.

The second ring - and here he is closer to the bars, only I would know for sure whether she is the one or not ...

A single blow. Blood flowed down his arm.

— Olga!—Vegard called his wife.

A nasty nasty growl is heard and something like a huge black jellyfish or a clot of black jelly, rushed at him.

The grate flew out and fell to the floor and Vegard felt his soul sink into his heels.

It seemed like an eternity passed before the man felt the floor under him, the stone met his back with pain.

Vegard exhaled hoarsely, his bright eyes saw salvation in a second.

Vegard grabbed a couple of some rusty rusty cutters, he moved so fast with an unknown force, and he no longer felt pain.

The blond waved a piece of iron, scattering rusty sand in different directions.

There was a loud squeal, a liquid similar to tar splashed in different directions.

Pieces of eyes and sticky smelly muck flew up like a fountain.

— Vegard!—Olga shouted, leaning over the doorway. Her red dress was like a beacon now.— We need something bright! —

A large piece of wood from some door and a fire that torments Jerry.

The werewolf hesitated for a second, but then, after praying, Vegard still threw a torch at the monster.

A scream that rang in my ears. Black tar burns.

Vegard is pressed against the wall, looking shocked at all this. Sweat trickled down her blond hair.

— Olga! I'm running to you!— the eyes are burrowing.

Daggers, even old ones, a chain-that's the anchor for you.

Taking aim, Vegard swings the chain at the stone ceiling. On the third attempt, the chain sank into the stone.

— Come on, hurry up! Get in here!—Olga held out her hand.

When the beloved husband climbed into a small hole, the wolf immediately eagerly clung to his lips with her own.

— Later.—Vegard pushed his wife aside.— We need to get out of here first.—

Removing the cross from his neck, Vegard slipped it into the keyhole and turned it.

Creak. Crackling.

A couple of turns and the door gives in.

— Here.—Vegard handed his beloved one of the two cutters.— They are stupid, but they can still serve us...—

— They were cut with them... Ooooh, I guess they were cut with them...—Olga said softly.