35

It's good when you don't have to limit yourself at all. It even brings some peace of mind and, of course, an advantage.

— Mom, didn't the late Wentworth bite you? Lux! Why lux?—Maria asked loudly. She seemed to be both delighted and outraged at the same time.— Motels also have large and comfortable rooms, and they need a lot less money for them!—

— It's strange how you didn't offer us to live in a shoe box.—Olga grinned.— Considering the outfits you wear, it's strange that you don't have a passion for banal comfort.—

— Probably, the caves will be in my mind forever... I'm not a pampered fifa. And besides, I don't understand expensive hotels. Operation "Hunting" generally went on record in my mind and discouraged the desire to shine in public often.— Maria went to her room in a huge room.

Christophe followed her like a devoted servant.

Olga gave a tip and a sleek man in a beautiful suit left.

It seemed that for the employees of the hotel, the small iron suitcase was simply an unaffordable burden.

The crown was locked in the casket of two snakes, which lulled her magic.

It's so good that Guy gave this casket...

Ah, Guy... The unknown, beautiful and insane Guy Cornelius... In Olga, he always evoked tenderness with a touch of sadness ...

He is the only one whom the wolf loves as much as Vegard.

— You're sad again...—Vegard came over and gently put his arm around his wife's waist from behind.—You've been sad too much lately...—

— No, I'm not sad...—Olga says and realizes with considerable inner horror that she lied to her husband.—I can't stop thinking about the crown. I think about her all the time and I can't be calm...—

Sometimes Olga is visited by an unpleasant thought that she made the wrong choice and had to leave with Guy in the dark ...

Bjorn, Christoph and Maria three locked themselves in their room.

The daughter thinks just perfectly - since she and her loved ones are not people, it means that it is not necessary to create such human unions.

Just living together and no wedding, no rings...

someone is looking out the window.

Even Vegard felt that look now.

The husband and wife went to the window, opened it and looked around.

The figure in black flew somewhere already on the next roof.

Like a bird or a butterfly... Just as smoothly...

***

Maria looked out of the window. She thought she saw a familiar figure... Or did it not seem at all??

The window opened, cold air hit her face.

Maria tries to bend over, look at what was in the distance.

— Are you awake??— Bjorn woke up.

The vampire returned back to the bed and hugged her creator, lying down between him and Christophe.

— It was a memory from the past... A distant memory...—Maria closed her eyes.

***

Dreams about the past are more often visited when the future comes ...

... Maria woke up.

After saving the strange guy, the sun, unfortunately, decided to see them very inconveniently ...

— Is anyone here?— the vampire called, barely opening the heavy door.

— Yes, downstairs!—the low voice reverberated off the walls, becoming even more rumbling.

Maria followed the echo.

The corridors are huge, it seems that the wind also walks through them with the same freedom.

And the air here is like that, you can easily get drunk from it.

Maria went out into a huge hall, from all sides the paintings looked meticulously at everyone who entered here.

It seems that the same guy was fighting with knives with a huge number of creatures unknown to God. Black hair, strangely very alive, fluttering in the air like a huge tangle of snakes.

... Maria forever remembered those eyes, touched by madness.

Michael... Such a strange, crazy Loki, hiding half of his madness.

The vampire stared at the ceiling. Yes, she's here, but why, the more time passes, the more often she remembers this strange madman...

It's impossible to get away from the past with her feet...

A familiar encrypted knock sounded at the door.

Olga tapped out in Morse code: "Get up. It's time to go..."

***

— We're going on an excursion now. At a certain point, we will separate from the crowd one by one, just to disappear... It's not always possible to know who will be in the crowd...— Olga was already holding an iron suitcase in her hands.

— Okay...— Maria put on a hoodie, covered her face with a hood.— Does the great god Google predict cloud cover for a long time?—

— This god is as much a prophet as I am when I drink.—Vegard chuckled.— Don't believe the Internet, believe your eyes.—

— I don't believe in the Internet at all, I'm just starting from it.— the whole company went outside.

Maria looked at Bjorn.

Even when vampires were given the sun, the maker loved to be in the shade.

Now, in such fear, Bjorn looked the most suspicious of all.

The company went in an even formation.

— The sun bites!—Stefan shuddered disgustedly.— It's my first time in the sun.—

— Well ... congratulations to Bjorn on inventing a successful fabric, and to you on your debut, and let's go!—Olga waved her hand.

The smiling guide spoke in English. He waved his arms, talked about the objects, but it seems that his excessive enthusiasm did not pay off.

Few people listened to enthusiastic speeches.

— Yes, it was better before...—Bjorn said softly.

— Viking, don't get distracted!—Olga shoved him in the shoulder.— It's time!—

Bjorn froze for a second in fright. A small something, noticed by the Swede's tenacious eyes, scared him a lot.

Operation Hunting icon. It was on the lapel of the cheerful guide's jacket.

Pseudo-defenders of people... Is there really anyone else left in this world?

***

Olga did not take her eyes off the ancient map, which she had obtained with great difficulty.

— No, not here...— the wolf suddenly steps back.— Turn around! We took a wrong turn! —

— Okay.—Vegard looks over his wife's shoulder.— I saw the same bush made of stone, we just need to go down the hill.—

— So let's go.—

Pebbles are falling from under your feet, threatening to fall.

Olga runs along the embankment, putting the map in her belt bag.

All she can think about is that sword.

It's kind of stupid to be so sure of a miracle, but if you don't believe, then what remains? What?

— Here!—Vegard grabs his wife by the shoulder.— This bush! We need to get there!—

Olga stumbles over one of the stones.

A short pain is even unsettling for a second.

The blood from the broken knee soars up in droplets.

— This is it!—Olga caught her blood with her fingers. The droplets smeared like commas.— It was said on the map that everything that should fall rises...—

Bjorn tried to throw the water out of the bottle, but it poured upwards.

— We need to start digging right here!—Olga drew a cross on the ground with her fingers.— Bjorn, Stefan, Maria, take the big shovels.You are superior in strength to many, so dig deeper! You will be able to dig a hole further and deeper, and Vegard and I will tear at the edges!—

The shovel sinks into the ground.

Olga tries to act faster, but not only her eyes, but also her hands could not keep up with the increased speed of the revived blood-sucking dead.

— In my opinion, nothing can be here!— Maria states an already well-known fact, she still tries to go deeper into the ground.

— The tree!—Stefan suddenly speaks up.

— That's not it, the chest should be made of a big stone!— Olga digs to the side.

He and Vegard only materialized wolf paws to significantly increase their strength.

Stefan pulled a piece of wood that was in his way. Stones rained down on his knees, knocking him off his feet.

The blond man screamed and grabbed his leg. The pain, so thin, so childishly aching to tears, simply angered.

— Oh!—Stefan stood up, getting his feet tangled in these rocks and clods of earth.— I didn't hit anyone?—

— It's okay, it's okay!— Bjorn's shovel touched something, there was a loud knock.— Did you find it?—

He knelt down and began to tear the ground with his hands.

— It is!—Olga almost shouted.— come on, everyone! Digging!—

The trunk turned out to be just too heavy, even Bjorn was sweating while dragging.

— And the key? After all, every chest needs a key.— said the Swede, wiping his sweat.

— That's just no need to be clever here!Olga sighed indignantly, feeling the lock.

— It's not good to be smart with such a face...— Maria highlighted the lock with her phone.— Not a hack like that, that's for sure...—

— We load it into the car then! I'm going to run to the hotel now and bring our carriage, and at night we'll drag it into the room!—Stefan said.

Vegard only nodded to him in silence, exchanging glances with his wife.

Stefan ran away with his famous magnificent speed.