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The car bounces, Christophe tries to drive with all his might.

"Kill the vampire! He's in the way!"— there was a whisper in my head.

Janssen rubbed his forehead with one hand. Everything was blurred in my eyes for a while.

— Damn it...— the werewolf opens a can of coke, distracted for a while from the steering wheel.

His head has been hurting so much lately that there are no words to describe it.

The radios crackled loudly, they were turned on in order to catch the messages of the soldiers.

Christophe felt a veil appear before his eyes.

— No!!— Olga woke up. She jumped up and grabbed the steering wheel.— Don't let go! Hold the steering wheel, Christophe!! Hold it!! —

— Yes, I'm not sleeping!—Finn shouted as loudly as he could.

— Christophe...—The wolf stared at him.— What's wrong with you?—

— Again...—The gray—haired man whispered hoarsely.—It's all coming into me again! I was against this crown, and they didn't listen to me! —

***

Christoph Jansen was already on the verge of insanity.

The crown pulls absolutely everything out of him.

— And who are we going to, whose address did you give us?—Olga felt Bjorn sit down next to her. She has already learned to feel this northern smell.

— I don't think you can be very happy about it... This is one of the first vampires, not maked, but born in a dead laying in his mother's grave.—Bjorn Martensson let out a convulsive sigh.— Gaius Cornelius...—

— What?—Karsten felt a mixture of joy and fear creep into her heart. —Have you seen him?— now the look of the ancient Swede was physically palpable.

— I had a chance to see him in person...Olga said softly. — Well... I knew he had come for a reason!—Martensson sniffed angrily.— If Guy is interested in someone, it's always for a reason...—

— And what does he want?— the wolf turned. — No, no, we need to go to the forest... He'll probably fall in love with someone someday, maybe... You can't solve Guy in a million years...— it started raining. The blond man looked out the window with his bright eyes.

—Does he love you?—The redhead asks. — Ugh! I hope you mean friendly love... but... He's not particularly picky.—raindrops fell on his fingers, as cold as Bjorn himself. — The fact that the weather changes at least a little, it means that at least nature itself is in the mind...—

The place where they were going was already very clearly outlined on the horizon.

— It's even strange that Guy is going to help...—Stefan woke up. He came over and put his arms around his father's neck.

When they adhere to a safe regime, Stefan wakes up when it gets a little dark. Over the years, it has become a habit.

— Oh, no! Olga, we need to go around this! We may already be too late...—Bjorn pointed.— See this? —

— Wow...—Karsten whistled.—What kind of Frankensteins are they?"—

— Not Frankensteins at all, but also from dead people. True, mechanically bonded... These monsters are called Bayer Colossus, about three meters tall, strong... Hmmmmm... Immeasurably. It's impossible to engage in skirmishes with these guys in any case. One of them tore off my arm, it grew back for a long time afterwards...—The elder Martensson shuddered with disgust.

— You were drunk then.— it was clear from the voice that Maria was bored with sleeping.

— No, I wasn't drunk!— its creator exclaimed indignantly.

— Was, was...—Stefan laughs.

— Well, you...— Bjorn peers into the distance. He already sees in the distance a house just the creation of a madman to match the passions of Guy Cornelius.

A cross of four rifles, butt-butts joined together, adorns the roof with a murderous weather vane.

— Here we are in the madman's lair... Wake up Christophe?—Maria asked in one intonation.

— How will you wake him up? I injected him with so much tranquilizer.—Vegard took out his pistol, checked the charge and put it in an open holster.

Everyone came out with rifles.

— It doesn't smell like Guy...—Stefan said in an undertone. The shot came very close, a silver bullet hit Bjorn's shoulder.

— Run, run!—Olga shouted.

— You have nowhere to run!—someone shouted over her. Everyone recognized this smell.

— People!— Maria said psychologically and with considerable disgust.

***

— Name?— a man with glasses came into the room with a notebook.

— If you want to burn us, why the hell are you interrogating us?—Olga asked.

— This is a laboratory, not a torture chamber.— the man lowered his eyes.

— Well... so... Your name?—

— Olga Karsten!— the wolf screamed.— Olga Karsten, Queen of the north by right of battle. Are you dissecting us now?—

— No. We are not the kind of people who kill those separated from human DNA. We are studying you. Maybe we can cure these abnormalities. So... Three pale guys. Are you not related? What are your names?—

— None of your business, man!—Bjorn hissed. The current suddenly went through the handcuffs. Bjorn gritted his teeth. The Swede's fingers turned white.

— Bastard!—Maria snapped.

— People are stupid, don't blame fools for their stupidity...—Bjorn whispered in Swedish.

None of them said anything. The lights were turned off and they were left chained in the dark.

— What kind of freaks are they?—Christophe tugged at the chains.— Silver, not so much, but it won't turn out...—

— They study us, yes!—Stefan said angrily.— They study the same way as frogs in biology!—

— We have to get out... But how?— Olga pulled the chains to which the handcuffs were attached. The links are solid and so huge that they cannot be torn... It was as if the chains were cast entirely with handcuffs...

Bjorn looked up somewhere in the dark.

— If I can do it, maybe I can... I can get rid of the chains of the others if I run to the top and tear off that hook!— the Swede pulled the chain.— Maybe it can work out...—

— Will you run on this pole?—Maria asked, raising her voice. Realizing that she almost screamed, the vampire's eyes bulged in fright... —You'll even break with your own forces, you fool! —

— And I'll get ready to go back.—The elder Martensson smiled. Standing with the sole of his black leather boot, Bjorn tried to straighten himself on the stool while lying down. Although the pillar was solid, it was reeling from the vampire's footsteps. — It was necessary to sit less at the TV at night...—The blond man grins nervously.

Step, step, and one more step. Convulsing wildly from the electric shock, Bjorn falls down. Silvery eyes, shining in the darkness, stared up.

— Bjorn!—Maria exclaimed in fright. She wasn't even afraid that the guards would arrive now. Wheezing in pain, Maria barely pulls out her hand and strokes the creator's soft hair. It's like cool silk rolling under your fingers.

— I'm fine...— the Swede whispers softly and hoarsely in his native language.

— What should I do now? What to do?— His lips are trembling. Tears are streaming down his cheeks.

— Dad...—Stefan says.— Dad, you can't give up! Do not cry... We'll get out of here...—

Maria blinked too - tears came.

***

Morning... Well, it must be morning - there are no windows in this building or, most likely, the bunker. Needles slowly enter the necks of vampires and werewolves.

— So, are we going to continue our conversation yesterday?— the same man with glasses entered the hall.—Your name, young lady.—He pointed his cane at Maria.

— Maria Erica Elizabeth Valdez.— the vampire said, without raising her face.

— A vampire... Vampires are blood-drinking parasites, I would be very happy to burn you out of the world!— the cane is buried in the cheek and flutters to the floor again. The mark on the cheek smokes and slowly disappears - and the cane seems to be silver... the flesh sizzles.

— Humans, like many, eat animal flesh, and vampires don't kill people anymore! They only drink a little, and many even drink the blood of cattle from the slaughterhouse!— Olga stood up for her daughter and friends.

— Two wolves had a vampire. What is this genetic abomination?— the man asked a question into the void. An interrogation, and then another blood sample and they are released into the white hall.

— Well, at least we don't sit around...—Stefan began thoughtfully.— Although no, that's also bad.—

— We need to look for opportunities to leave this place.—Bjorn says as they gather in a small group against the wall.

—Are you sure? We can't get out! There is not a single opportunity to slip through here!—Maria said.— And there are no guards to confuse their heads! —

— You need to try. You can't stay here. I have been trained all my life, mortal and immortal, that even under the worst circumstances it is impossible to give up!— Bjorn knocked on the wall.— I will fight for my life even without blood!—

— Sorry, Bjorn...—Maria said.— I can't always think like you... Sorry for the slack...—

At the end of this day, they remained in this room.

— They'll be watching us again tomorrow,—Olga said.— and we will not take our eyes off them. We will look where they go and where they come from...—

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The explosion hit in the middle of the night. Bjorn was the first to notice the commotion. The bellhop guards were quickly chewed out of their throats, they did not even have time to scream.

Guy flies into the white room.

— Let's go!—he shouted.—Well, we're not sitting, we all need to leave! — Guy went up to Bjorn and hugged him. — Well, how are you, baby?—he asked softly. — I'm fine...— the Swede answered quietly. The corridors were covered in blood. The footsteps of the boots squelched loudly, creating, together with the alarm system, an eerie rhythm. Everything, the whole damn building reeked of blood. —Did you kill them all by yourself?—Maria asked. — I can do more. In the jeep, no questions asked!—Cornelius ordered. The car started from the spot at high speed. — Yours?—Guy handed Maria a heavy bundle from his jacket. Something was swarming and hissing in the bundle. — Mathias!— unwrapping the bundle, the vampire hugged her beloved cat. — Now you can't go back to the apartment where you were going to hide. I took all the most important things from your loft. Well, and the cat, of course. And now we need to go to my bunker!—Guy Cornelius jumped into the driver's seat like a rider on a horse. The tires smoked at every turn. — Those who are behind, — Guy suddenly shouted. —keep an eye on the rear situation, because I have only two eyes...— — Well, yes... There's someone coming!—Maria suddenly raised her voice. The car swerved. Shots rang out along the road. — Don't think about bullets, just talk to me about them...—

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