Victor of the Galgulit HaLevana

Rideten, Present Time

Their movements echoed hollowly round rooms that were bare of furniture. The house was in mid-renovation from the way the walls and floors had been stripped, light fittings hung, and boards or plastic covered many windows.

“Dwayne,” Phillip had greeted their guide and turned now to them. “You, of course, know Stella, and my son Rhett. This is Aislen Carter, the Havermouth Triquetra’s mate.”

“Hi,” from the way Rhett spoke, he had no idea who Dwayne was.

“This is one of the backup entries,” Dwayne told them. “The Van Helsings having taken over the main facility. We’ll go down to the bunker now.”

“You mean the church?” Aislen asked, shocked.

“It came up for sale a while ago,” Dwayne snorted in amusement. “It seemed appropriate that we build our base under something that they would see as sacred. And the renovations were a good cover for building the bunker. The location however attracted their attention when they moved into Rideten, and they took control of the surf