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At the next stop, Christophe feels a strong heat rising through his body.

— Christophe...—Maria put her arm around his shoulders from behind.— Darling, you're so silent today...—

— And what? You'd better stay away from me for now, I think I'm getting sick. I don't want to infect you.— Jansen had difficulty hiding the aggression coming out.

— If something happened, you should have told me. You know that my blood can cure absolutely everything.— the girl said, sitting down next to him.— That's just I'll find my knife ... —

— Don't!—Jansen waved him off.

— Christophe,—the vampire turned him around to face her.— You usually look into the souls of others yourself, but now I clearly see that there is something wrong with you! —

— Maria...—Christophe lowered his voice.— Let's not talk about it. It's impossible to change us anyway...—

— Christophe... Sometimes I just hate for everything this whole life... You're also sulking, even though you know it's tearing my soul apart!— Maria kissed the gray-haired man on the lips.— Don't tear my soul, my love!—

— I'm sorry, Maria... I'm very scared sometimes... I don't know why, but I get very scared. You often slip away from me...— hot and cold hands touched. Fire and ice...

Christophe is very much afraid, he can no longer hide it. He is afraid that Maria will still get fed up with his company and will look for someone of her own circle.

Christophe looked out of the dirt-strewn window.

Bjorn cooks food on the fire, it smells nice of coals.

Everyone has already become attached to Bjorn and some cannot hide him.

For example, Maria...

Christophe feels that the vampire loves her creator.

And he is afraid of this...

if Maria leaves him, why should he continue to live? Why?

— She won't leave, there's no need to be afraid. I know it won't go away...—Olga came up to him.

— Don't get into my soul!—Finnish exhales loudly.

— You're afraid... On an empty stomach, you should not be afraid, there will be an ulcer.— said the Queen of the north.

— And the crown... When are we going to look for something that will break the cursed crown?— the gray-haired man suddenly changed the subject.

— Christophe!— Maria came over with a huge cup of soup.— You need to strengthen your strength! —

— Bjorn cooked?—Finnish asks a little angrily.

— Stop being jealous, Janssen! My love... sometimes you're too jealous, even overreacting...—

The pork soup cooked on the campfire and the pie with quails, insanely adored by Olga, was simply incomparable.

In addition to his excellent intellect, Bjorn combined many very important qualities, along the way he is included in this list and almost perfect cooking skills.

— Bjorn, I sometimes think: we're all so used to the Martenssons already...—Olga said, collecting the leftovers in a jar.— What would we do without your mind? And without dear Stefan? —

— Hiding!—Stefan suddenly commanded.

The company was covered with a huge piece of tarpaulin, on one side they had already sewn a piece of fabric that could be mistaken for a hill or a moss-covered stone.

— Damn it! My back hurts to sit in this position!—Vegard hissed in a strangled voice.— It will be necessary to...—

The beams of searchlights passed through the fabric.

No one seemed to notice them...

***

The wall, which turned up very in the subject, became a good hiding place.

Somewhere, Christophe again managed to change horses at the ferry.

Now they faithfully served a huge trailer, in which it is almost impossible to notice that the wall with cabinets hides too much space ...

Maria followed Christophe when she noticed that he began to go deeper into the forest.

— Christophe! Christophe! Don't you dare leave when I call you!—She caught Finnish by the shoulders.— Well! What's wrong with you today? —

— I don't know!— the whole body seemed to shudder from the contrasting icy hands. The cry will get louder and echo in the silence of the forest.

— You... Uuuuffff... Christophe, jealousy is choking you again...—Maria said.— Let's go then.—

— Where to? I can't do it now...— Finn suddenly lost his voice in a whisper.— Bjorn is in the tree!

— No, not that...—

***

Christoph Janssen looked down cautiously.

— Do you think if I throw Bjorn down, he won't get out?— the gray-haired man said in bewilderment.

— No... Shout!! Tell me what you think! I know this way of expressing emotions very well... Shout!— the vampire licked her lover's neck.

His eyes flashed and a wild wolf's roar cut through the air.

The birds, at least those that were close, flew away in complete terror.

Christophe felt his body become light. He screamed again at the top of his voice and suddenly, turning around, rushed to kiss his beloved.

— Bjorn is in the tree...—Maria warned softly.

— I don't care...—

***

Guy Cornelius lost track of his beloved child for just a couple of days.

He methodically destroyed everyone who wanted to destroy him.

One of the hunters smelled of Bjorn.

Guy felt a strong desire to see his child as soon as possible overshadowing everything with some kind of maniac pool.

He left that hunter alive, he won't be a man for a long time anyway...

Spending the morning watching on the roof, Guy almost fell off, or in a very bad case, he could also lose his cape and get burned.

This... After all, ghosts have no flesh!

The ancient vampire never had faith in anything. He didn't believe in ghosts, but what could it be?

It could only be the ghost of the murdered past! After all, he died a long time ago...

Viktor Gustavsson is not alive!

Guy covered his face with a scarf, looked around and headed for the fire escape.

Either he has become too timid, or it's time to stop drinking ...

The uneven road is noisy under the wheels.

Pebbles bombard the bottom. Since the size of the car was larger, the sounds felt much louder.

Boom, boom, boom... Like rain.

For some reason, Olga thought it looked like rain. On a sad rain that remembers something ...

— How are you?— she asks Christophe.— You need to hide this crown somewhere in the car, it affects you...—

— What makes you think that?! Ouch... You're right... Yes, you're right! But... They might find her...—Finnish exhaled very loudly.?—I'm afraid someone will find this damn thing... The checks are getting more and more meticulous...—

— They won't find her. We'll hide it under the trailer floor at the next parking lot. Below. No one will be able to find that damn crown there.?—Olga shook the bundle of wrenches in the air.— Have you not forgotten how to use them yet? —

***

Maria had fallen asleep for a long time, Christophe stroked the vampire's hair.

Bjorn hugged Stefan in his sleep like a teddy bear.

Those who say that the living dead can't sleep are just stupid.

Olga practiced with two swords. She's been sleeping a lot less than usual lately.

— Be careful! You'll hurt yourself like that!— a voice from the darkness.

At first Olga thought it was Vegard, but her husband's voice is a little higher and not so crazy.

Glowing green eyes appeared out of the darkness.

— Who are you?— asked the wolf.

— Hmm... And you really want to know my name? I...— the face, beautiful and strange at the same time, appeared in the field of light.— I'm Gaius Cornelius... And I've never seen such extraordinary beauty before...—

— Gaius Cornelius...—Olga repeated, mesmerized, as if under hypnosis.—You're a vampire... Aren't you the one who bit our friend Bjorn on the verge of death? —

— Yes... After all, we became related to you thanks to one young person... A very interesting person, to be honest... You've already been found by you know who. Leave quickly...—

When the vampire left, Olga was still standing, as if bewitched by something. Or someone...

those forest-green wild eyes... They stay in the heart...

— Hey guys!— she wakes everyone up, shaking them by the shoulders.— We've been spotted, we're waking up! Faster!—

Maria rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned.

For a second Olga forgot herself and smiled, looking at her daughter. A formidable vampire, wow!

— How did you find out?—the daughter asked her mother.—There's no noise, mortals don't yell.—

— My intuition must have woken up... I feel that someone is not so far away...—Olga froze, staring at the dark green of the dense bushes. So they resembled those beautiful eyes... But the feeling of hypnosis quickly receded.— I said, get up! And without any words!—

***

The ignition buzzes, similar in sound to a bee.

Guy Cornelius watches the car, hanging with his feet on a tree branch.

If they weren't so sleepy, Bjorn would have definitely smelled it... The smell of its creator...

— ... Bjorn! There is a refrigerator under you! Either get off it, or get me an energy drink!—Christoph calls out to the Swede.

— Uh, now! I'll get it now!—The blond hesitated.

The refrigerator under him made something like a crack. It was like he said, "Hey, take it all out of me! I'm already full!"

The vampire pulled out a frosted jar from the refrigerator with the signature "Adrenaline Rush".

— Are you falling asleep already? Maybe it's better to stop?— asks the Swede.

— Everyone is already falling asleep, even you. Do you remember when we left? You were asleep then.— seeing the uncomprehending look, Finn just laughed.— And now you're going to continue to claim that you're not sleeping?—

— Haha, caught, yes! — Bjorn yawned loudly.— I'm a little sleepy from something, it seems...—

The eyelids seem to have turned to stone and sleep flows into the blood.

This strange impotence scares the ancient vampire so much...

Christophe turned his gaze to Bjorn.

Yes, after all, this cold inhabitant of the night was pretty good-looking.

Probably, one appears in nature once in thousands of years.

Maria fell asleep next to Bjorn. A black hood covered his pale face.

The sweatshirt doesn't fit her and because of this she seems so fragile...

if only she wasn't really like that...

***

Two planes are flying in the sky.

— R-1, is the horizon still clear?—

— R-7, I see two freaks. Two wolves on the course.—

Dry gunshot sounds.

The werewolves are running away, trying to reach places where they can hide.

A shot - and the mother is finished.

— Got it!— exclaims the jubilant pilot.

The wolf cub is also shot down. It happened right next to the red flags...

***

... The air around here was so cold.

Christophe climbed out of the pit when the arrows fell.

That morning, fire and metal joined together.

The tyrant exterminated this pagan tribe, he killed all his relatives!