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Some time after the recovery potion was unconsciously swallowed by Guy, he woke up.

Olga exhaled noisily, which caused even Mathias to look at her.

— How are you?—Bjorn asked the maker.

— It seems... That everything is fine...—Guy sat up on the bed, swaying.— Only it feels like everything has been pulled out of me... Or squeezed out...—

— ... Yes, yes, they settled here!— Vegard heard the discussion on the street and immediately made a gesture to his wife to turn off the light.

The light dimmed and Christophe's eyes shone brightly in the dark.

Everyone from the company turned to the hearing.

— They stopped here. Knock, it seems like they should be there. But I didn't say anything!—

Judging by the fact that the manager spoke very quietly, he was either bribed or... Maybe a threat...

Olga, Vegard and Christoph materialized wolf paws with claws, and Maria, Stefan, Guy and Bjorn bared their fangs.

The bell rang.

— Someone has to open it...— Olga froze with her claws raised up.

— It's better to pretend to be people first...—Vegard put his hand, which had become human again, on the handle.— One, two...—

The lock rang.

— Friedrich?— everyone blurted out at the same time.

Another old acquaintance, Jordan Helks, peeked over his shoulder.

***

— I had to hide this madman in an iron box a couple of times so that he wouldn't suck anyone out on the streets, but I'm still telling you thank you, Maria. When he can go out in the sun, Jordan generally looks like a man!— Friedrich sat on the the opposite sofa.— Olga, your hair looks like gold. Is it good or bad?—

— It happens every year, more and more. Evolution, degradation - God knows what it is! I don't really care.— Olga opened the cooler bag.— Do you want a beer?—

— If there is a german, then I will not refuse.—Friedrich moved over so Jordan could sit next to him.

— Is there anything you want, Jordan?— Maria took out a bottle of blood.

— Yes, probably... It's all I can eat now anyway. I'm not complaining though. At least that's how I live. This is already very good... But I missed the wild berries. And also for white fish and beer...—Helks sighed.

— Jordan, if you start delving into knowledge, learning everything from each of us, it will be impossible to distinguish you from people.— Bjorn closed the curtains on the windows.— So, guys, what brought you here?—

— We...—Friedrich sighed.— We ran away a lot. And very many times they ran away right from under the scythe of death.—

The slanted eyes turned red.

— Yes. I know...— Olga also frowned.— This is a massacre... People have declared war on us... And they call us monsters?—

Mathias meowed loudly. He noticed how sad everyone felt.

Maria bent down and stroked the cat between the ears.

— Do you know anything about Michael?—Olga suddenly remembered one of her short—lived acquaintances.— There was a guy with big eyes... —

— Oh, yes! Remembered... His family was found and they were liquidated... Michael himself was not among them, but I do not know if he is alive, whether this can be considered a joy... Stop! Is that a "Black Ghost?"—Friedrich shifted his gaze to Guy.

— Yes. Guy Cornelius...—The pureblood bowed slightly and sat back down on the bed.— I'm not working now, if you want to ask for professional help, I'm a little sick!—

—Do vampires get sick?— Friedrich was startled by the loud sound of footsteps - he did not understand from which direction they were moving.

— When and how.—Bjorn grinned, standing behind him.— The disease is a wound from a charmed dagger.—

Friedrich made a surprised face.

— So... Where do we go now? If you can, take us with you and no matter where. Just to get away from all this shooting...

Jordan gulped down the blood from the bottle.

— How long have you not fed him?—Maria asked Friedrich.

— Believe me, every day he gets food ... —

***

At night Maria turned on the TV.

She hasn't really slept in over a year. And I don't want to just...

There was a clip of Barbara Streisand on one of the channels.

Carried away by the song, the vampire did not immediately feel that bloody tears were flowing down her cheeks.

— Maria?— Bjorn sat up on the pillow. — Oh... I remember this song...—

- Bjorn... Now I cherish these wonderful memories of a quiet life so much... But I know that now I will not be able to live in peace and such a life is killing me... Bjorn... I want to escape, and I can't... —

From the contrast of cold and cold, the creator's hands seem warm.

— I'm in such a strange situation...Maria intertwined her fingers with the fingers of the creator.— If only I could find words that could describe my attitude towards you, Bjorn Martensson...

— But there is Christophe... What will you tell him? This gray wolf loves you so much...— Bjorn closed his eyes, succumbing to Maria's kisses.

— We'll be the three of us. For people like us, there is no marriage or anything normal. And it is not necessary to keep within the social framework. That's what our gray-haired old man says...—Maria sat on Bjorn's lap.

— The gray-haired old man hears your whole conversation!—Christophe mumbled from under the pillow.

***

In the morning Olga looked at herself in the mirror.

She already had almost all her hair the color of gold.

— Yes, what is it...— the wolf looked around.

As always, she got up much earlier than the others.

As always...

even the daughter is sleeping ...

— What is this for...Olga touched the strands with her fingers, held and squeezed them a little between the pads.

The hair felt like gold.

— What is happening to me?—upon contact, the hair knocked out a spark.

Bjorn abruptly got out of bed. A scarlet flame blazed under lowered eyelashes. But at the same time his eyes were closed.

— Bjorn?— the wolf came up to him.— Bjorn...—

Everything very much resembled an ordinary attack of sleepwalking, but how can a vampire suffer from this?

— Bjorn, if you want to scare me, you'd better choose a better option...— Karsten slapped him and almost howled - the vampire was harder than a stone.

Stefan woke up.

At first he rubbed his eyes sleepily, then stared at Bjorn in surprise.

— What's wrong with Dad?— he asked in surprise.

— I don't know...—

— Danger awaits you! You're all being overtaken!The Swede suddenly shouted.

Everyone immediately woke up.

Olga silently pointed at Bjorn.

— What's wrong with him?Olga asked.

— I don't know! I've seen this before... but...— jumping up, Maria grabbed the creature by both hands.

The vampire seemed to be electrocuted from head to toe.

Bjorn saw what would happen for a month, a week and a year ahead, thousands, billions of options and each at the same time.

— Bjorn...Maria hugged the trembling creator to her.— I didn't even know how hard it was...—

- Don't talk about it! We need to run! This power... It looks like she's trying to help us...Bjorn spoke quickly.

— Dad, running away early in the morning will itself attract suspicion that we are not such normal people!Stefan raised his voice from the window.

Bjorn jumped up to his son and put his hand over his mouth.

— Look over there. Can't you see? Danger is near! They're close!—he croaked softly.

Stefan whined.

The guy jumped aside and immediately grabbed his bag.

— Run away! We really need to get out of here!—Stefan's eyes became frightened.

The military was on the horizon. A little strange for ordinary soldiers, but few people will notice it.

Few people will see that instead of their camouflage uniforms, they are black in color.

— Get in the car!—Christophe commanded.

Stefan felt a prick in his back as he got into the car. My vision went dark.

— Stefan!— Maria dragged the guy into the car.

— Stefan...—Bjorn shook his son by the shoulders.— Open your eyes, baby!—

— Stefan...— Maria stroked the cheek of her non-blood brother.— Bjorn... Use your powers. I know you can do it! —

Closing his eyes, Bjorn put his palm to his son's chest:

— I ... will try to do it...—

— Either do it or don't do it. No attempts!—Olga said.

The red color flowed between Bjorn's fingers.

The wound began to smoke and began to tighten.

— Bjorn...— Maria took the creator's hand. — You... You did it...—

— Stefan...— Bjorn stroked his son's hair, hugging him to himself.

Stefan began to breathe and opened his eyes.

Of course, breathing was not a sign of life, it was just a long-term reflex that Stefan could not get rid of.

— Did I fall asleep?—he asked.

— Take it cooler. But... It seems that now we won't lose anyone else...—

The dry shot sounded very close.

— Christophe! Pick up the pace, step on the gas, you need to go somewhere in the forest! Helicopters, they're right above us!—Maria rolled down the window.

A shot rang out again nearby. The speed prevented them from getting into the car.

— What things did we take with us?—Christophe asked without taking his eyes off the road.

— We took everything, we won't have to go back!—Bjorn looked into the bag.

Christophe felt the smell that was spreading from under the hood and began to get into the cabin.

— We'll catch fire soon!— Finn presses on the brake, the pedal is pressed under his foot.

Another kick on the pedal.

— Brakes!—Finn screams in fright.

Doors fly out in different directions.

Maria manages to group up to protect Mathias.

— Run!—

The pack is running away. Scattered, but still they do not let each other out of sight.

Maria feels the impact of the bullet under her shoulder blade, but does not stop - the bullet could not hit anything important.

Guy picked up Olga, Bjorn-Vegard and Christoph.

Their speed turned into one huge wind.

— ... Wait!— Bjorn put his burden on the asphalt.— I need to rest at least a little.— blood flowed down his temple, flooded his eye, it looks like he hit something else while running, but the wound appeared only now.

— Let me heal it.—Guy suggested, Bjorn just laughed wearily:

— Yes, you like it...—

Guy's long forked tongue touches the wound. This is not necessary, and in fact, Guy Cornelius just likes to treat Bjorn as if he were a human being.

— Stop resting! Someone's coming!—Maria whispered.— Bjorn, I can take Christoph if it bothers you.—

— Then it will bother me!—Jansen asked.

— Be patient!—Maria picked up her beloved in her arms.

The stairs literally flew under my feet.

— Where are we?—Maria asked as she ran.

— Something... Some kind of hotel. It smells like people.—Guy said.

Only when they were on the roof, everything became clear as day.

They're trapped...