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— Where should I do this?—Maria asked.

— Best of all, let's go down into the forest. You can't do it in a room. My remains at home are already out of hand bad, I don't want to lose the remaining home.—Michael leaned against the wall.— Let the kitten stay at home too.—

— All right. Mom, take the case and let's go!The vampire waved her hand.

The air was compressed and clumped so that it was painful to breathe.

The decisive moment of getting rid of the burden has come.

The forest belt was small, but it smelled of that primordial spirit of nature.

Taking the crown out of the briefcase, Maria put it on the ground.

— What to do?—the vampire asked.

— Hit the crown with the sword with all your might, what else?—Michael sighed.— You'll feel it if it works.—

Maria materialized the sword. For some reason, it was very heavy now.

— Michael, can I try it on for now?—the vampire asked. She felt like a fish stranded on dry land when she realized that it was hard for her.

Before that, she could lift any weight very easily.

— What's wrong?—Michael narrowed his eyes.

— Everything is fine! Can't I figure out how to hit?—Maria raised her sword as high as she could.

When he touched the crown, a bright light flashed.

—What... it is over?— Maria sat down on the ground with a sword in her hands. For many years of her life, the vampire had never sweated and the smells around her made her dizzy.

Olga fell to her knees.

— Did it work out?—she asked.

Maria listened to the sensations.

— The crown is no more...—she sighed with relief.

Vegard ran over and hugged the two of them.

Tears of joy rolled down Christophe's cheeks.

***

— Shall we go out tonight?— Christophe sat down at the table last.— There will be no missions now. Now we're just resting.—

- For how long? I hope that we will have a peaceful year at least...—

— Year... Hopefully more...—Maria said.— I both want and do not want a good and quiet life. I have a feeling that with a quiet life we will take and ... wither, or what?—

— I think so too.—Olga replied to her daughter.— Either my friend says that nothing is over, or something else...—

— Girlfriend?—Bjorn asked.

— Paranoia.— the wolf smiled.

— Very nice.—Bjorn pulled out a knife. The metal pierced the redness of the apple and whiteness appeared.

The fangs removed a piece from the tip of the knife.

— So what about a fun walk?—Christophe asked.

— I wouldn't mind.—Maria said.— Just go get the sunblock.—

— Okay. I'll buy a couple of bottles. I'll go now.—Christophe took out his wallet.—Does anyone else want anything?—

— Buy what I indicated in the list.—Vegard handed him the sheet.— I always write down when the necessary things run out.—

— Well, yes. okay...—

Putting on a gray coat, Christoph got into Michael's car.

At a slow speed, the car was blown by pleasant Swedish winds. Christophe was looking out of the window.

Nature has changed, it's been fucked up by huge stone buildings. It was much better when people lived in caves, walked through the woods and watched the sunset instead of watching TV...

Sighing, Christophe picked up the pace, but not so much that he was in a hurry ...

***

An uneasy feeling arose already in the city. Such anxiety, pure and very caustic, does not happen just like that.

If she comes, it's not for nothing...

Christophe felt the pressure rush to his face. The werewolf presses his hot cheek against the glass.

There is no benefit from cold glass in this regard.

The pressure is ringing a bell in his head, he can't leave him alone in any way.

Christophe entered the supermarket, feeling sweat running down his face.

Something cold is very necessary to put out the fire.

Ice cream... Yes! It will calm him down...

After getting out, Christophe puts his purchases in the back seat.

A sudden pain pricked his heart...

someone is bending over him...

— Go away! Go away, don't you dare come near me!— Christophe tries to crawl away on the asphalt.

The pain stabbed his heart sharply and harder and covered his eyes with darkness ...

***

... With every breath his chest ached.

Something beeps, burning the ear.

Everything is so white...

— ... No, I do not know his name. He just looked at me and fainted, I do not know from what!—

Voice. Such a familiar voice...

The door opens...

Christophe breaks into a hysterical scream.

— You... You're dead! Don't you dare come near me! You're dead!—

— Don't scream, please don't scream!—the man winced.

— What? So... Aren't you Wentworth Кarsten?—Finnish guy asked, his voice hoarse with fear.

—I... how do you know my name? And what did I do to you that you shouted like that?—The man looked at him, afraid to approach.

Christophe noticed the stick in his hands.

Either he has problems with his legs, or he tries to show it officially.

— Help me escape!—Jansen said softly.

— Then tell me about me...—

***

Christoph Jansen and Wentfort Karsten were running through the parking lot.

About a quarter of an hour ago, Christophe threw his clothes out of the toilet window to Wentforth, and then got out himself.

— Stop! I... I can't take it anymore! They definitely won't look for us in the supermarket! It's hard for me to run so much... I'm too old for that...—Wentworth coughed.

— Okay. Let's stand, rest, talk...—Christophe sighed noisily.— Your life? What do you remember? —

— The police found me naked in a ravine. That was three years ago. That's all I remember... Why were you shouting?—Wentworth looked worriedly at the younger man.

— You killed absolutely everyone who was in my village. You killed my family in front of me. And how do you think I should have reacted?—Christophe looked at him and sighed.— Thank you for helping me escape, but I do not advise other members of my family to get caught...—

Christophe turns abruptly and leaves, trying not to pay attention to the fact that the pain in the left side of his chest is transmitted to his right arm...

***

— Guys! Olga! Maria!— at the entrance, Christophe clutched his chest.

For a second, the pain blinded him.

— Christophe! Where were you, what happened? We were worried!— Bjorn came out into the living room.—Damn it! So where have you been?—

— Yes, just in the hospital! Don't look at me like I'm dying!— Christophe fell to the floor and writhed in pain.

— Heart attack... I can see it... He's very strong. We need to eliminate it as soon as possible, before there was anything... Okay...— the vampire took out a dagger and cut his wrist.

— Well, no, you can't make me!—Christophe shouted, his voice even getting higher.—I'm not going to drink your blood!—

A bleeding comma buries itself in the werewolf's lips.

Christophe carefully takes one sip and begins to drink the vampire's blood greedily.

Dark red trickles flow down Janssen's thin lips. Bjorn's blood completely engulfs his consciousness.

— Stop, Christophe!—Bjorn jerked his wrist away and licked the wound.—You've had too much to drink. If there is more, it will be worse...—

— And what will happen?—Janssen wiped his mouth.

— Hallucinations. And much more... Even lose your mind, and you already have enough reason to count...—The ancient vampire froze.— Well, I'm sorry...—

— I'm not looking at that. Your hair is longer, you know?—Finnish guy ran his fingers through Martensson's hair.

— Stay out of it. I'll get a haircut later. I am aware of the problems with my appearance. And there is a worse problem.— Bjorn headed towards the kitchen.— I'm hungry, and our supplies are running out.—

Christophe whistled after him.

Bjorn said everything as if there was nothing wrong with it...

Although, a hungry vampire is the end of the world...

There was a knock on the door.

***

— Olga, get off Vegard, there's someone there to see you. —Christoph Janssen looked into the room of the Queen of the north.

— Who?—Karsten looked at him.

— You'll find out. You'll see...— Christophe quietly went down the corridor to his room.

He had noticed it before...

It's strange that no one else noticed it...

Olga and Guy... Guy and Olga...

Yes, there are cataclysms in life...

— Bjorn, Maria... I see you are already drawn to sleep?— Jansen lay down next to his beloved.

— No, Cri-Cri, we watch old movies... Although Bjorn has already fallen asleep... He always falls asleep quickly.— Maria stroked the snow-white hair of the maker and turned to her beloved werewolf.— Now everything is really good... -

***

— My queen...—Guy knelt in front of Olga.

— Did antiquity get your brains so dusty? You don't have to do this, Cornelius. Your manners will embarrass even someone like me.—Olga bent down and took his hands. Delta Force military badges popped out of the cutout and jingled.— What are you all the same... Either crazy, or...—

Guy didn't let Olga finish her sentence.

Holding the woman to him, he buried his face in her golden hair.

During the time they had known each other, Guy and Olga had never even kissed.

Their relationship was a real, obsessive, true love, but none of them wanted to destroy this beautiful edge.

— Now I understand my daughter...—Olga said sadly.— She said she loved two people, it seemed strange to me... How are you Guy? No one else stuck anything in you?—

Guy smiled sadly.

— I'm fine... As far as it is possible to be ok...—

Guy stroked her hair, focusing only on her... On his goddess... On his queen...

— Olga, other forces are all flocking here. Maybe some of you will lose your own sanity... If everything turns to the bad side, it will be many times worse than hunting... It will be... If I lie to you...—

— Guy, will you stay with us?—Olga asked quietly in a confused voice.

— I die when I leave and come back to life when I see you... I want to live for now...—

Olga smiled.