*Soleil*
“Evening ladies”. Casper lets out a small nonchalant laugh.
“Casper ?” I look at him with utter surprise. “What are you doing here ?”
“Can’t a guy go for a walk in the forest without doing anything there ? What are you doing here ?”
I instantly catch the chilling edge to his voice and I glance to Marta, who seems to get my tenseness right away, making her nod at Gudrun. They both step up beside me, making us form a human wall.
“What do you want, Casper ?”
“I want to drink your
*Lefu* I let my eyes follow my girl as she runs from the fighting grounds. She is impressive and brimming with confidence, no hesitation in her. What an amazing evolution she has gone through. I seem to have underestimated her. Now, after seeing her powers in full effect, I am gripped by awe and it surprises me. All this just makes her more irresistible to me. Funny how the small coincidences will fall like tokens at a casino table if you are just patient. Imagine if I had just sucked her dry and been as disappointed as with that little cow Sara ?then I would never have known this about her. The warrior running below me on her way through the forest will be a valuable allie, especially now when Casper, the idiot, has made everything more difficu
*Soleil*We make the fire and sacrifice the herbs as always, allowing us to start the search. After all sitting down around Siri we start singing our galdr while opening our minds and mingling together. Soon we are soaring over the Earth in our astral form.We are drawn to the west, to mountains, before stopping. There is nothing to see except the mountain.‘What is happening ? Why are we here ? There is nothing here ?’ I look around, trying to make sense of it.‘Something is wrong. We are never taken to a place where the curse isn’t present’. Siri leads us closer to the ground, searching the area.A small collection of houses show up, and after lookin
*Soleil*Alone in the darkness, the cold in my heart could no longer keeps the emotions at bay. I can not collapse, can not give in, but a suffocating knot of grief works its way up through me. It refuses to allow itself overcome, no matter how many times I swallow and gasped for breath."Tjalfe ?" I sit down on a fallen tree. It is of no use. The first tears sting in the corner of my eyes. My necklace gets hot."Here.” Tjalfe appears next to me.His presence is like coming home. I am safe. When he puts his arms around my shoulders, the knot wins and takes over her fully. I lean in towards him and breaks into a thousand splinters.
There is some blood play and kinky sex*Soleil*"Of course”.“Just hold in on the square. I can get out here”. I get out of the car. "I'll see you tonight".I close the door and walk towards the supermarket, which is on the other side of the square. I go in through the sliding doors, but as soon as Gudrun has driven off, I hurry out into the street again.Down in front of Lefu's front door, I press the door phone. It takes some time before the answer comes."Yes ?" His sleepy voice sounds."It is me”.
*Luca*"What do we do now ?" I look down at the dead men we have laid around the wooden figure. "This does not really look like a mass murder or suicide”."It has to be good enough. We have to get the hell out of here, and it can only go onslowly. Who knows if there are more psychopaths on the way”. Martin throws the last corpse down at the remains of the horse.“What do we do with Andy ? We can not stay here”.“We can not stay in Ireland ! We were spotted down in Dublin with Gunnar”. Martin scratches his head. “If I put you and the little nerd on a plane, then I can take the ferry home. If we've be
*Luca*“Martin, this is a file of a lot of names. People who have been here through time. I have one here, it goes all the way back to 81 !""And I have one from 74 here". Martin raises a faded chart. "They are all marked as dead”. He opens a new one. "Here! Hallgren. Here we are all three of us”. He lifts the folder out of the drawer and we sit down at a table in the corner."This is similar to the DNA tests”. I take a piece of paper from his dossier. I read what the weirdos have written, and hand the sheet to Martin. “It is like Finn said. I favor both genes of lycanthropy. It says something about me being negative for the metamorphosis”.
*Luca*I turn off the shower and shake the water out of my hair. Only now do I discover that I must have had a bit of a bad bite too. I run a finger through an irregular pink gap. It sits like a crescent-shaped tattoo on my chest.Well, there is enough meat to take off. I flex the muscles in my arm. If I had been just half as excited for this wolf shit as the other two, I would have probably appreciated the bulges that rise up in all the right places.I have not eaten much for a long time, so the skin fits tight over the massive muscles down the abdomen. Yep. In the old days I wouldn’t have had any problem cultivating the look to be getting with some ladies. Andreas can do all that.
*Luca*“So what now ?” Andreas looks around nervously as we walk through the airport.“We need to find the train and get our asses to Birmingham”.“No shit, Sherlock ! I mean when we get there. We know a lot of people there. There is a huge chance we will run into someone we know”.I sigh. “I know, we cross that bridge when we get to it”.“Luca ?”“Hmm”.“Sorry about… you know”.
*Soleil* "Oh! I never thought we would get away from Scotland”. I kick off my shoes and throw the backpack on the floor. "It was getting cramped up there”. "We're getting ok at it actually”. Luca closes the door to the small apartment and slams the lock. "We handed out some serious ass kicking” I huff. "Yes, we could win every time if you did not try to decide it all”. "You can just accept that I'm always right”. He grins. "I do when you realize that it's not about being right, but about what works !" I star defiantly up at him, but surrender as he pulls me into him. "I'm just happy you came back”. He bends down and kisses me. "So am I". The butterflies flutter joyfully inside me, and I pull him down in a deeper kiss. I twist my fingers into his tousled mocha brown hair and indulge in the feel of his lips and exploratory tongue. “Well, what do you say ? English or history ?” He withdraws and deftly avoids my aggrieved gaze. "Seriously ? You want us to read our hom
*Narrator* “Magnificent !” The lord of the wind's eyes shone with obvious joy. “I could not have done thatbetter myself”. "You were entrusted to bestow on this man your strength, and now this !" The lady of the earth thrust her arm out against a settlement, engulfed in flames. "We were just letting out a little smoke". The lord of the fire grumbled. "We just happened to realise that If humans do not gather as a people, then they will never overcome the brood and not at all the queen”. “It might very well be right. But this is not the solution”. She sighed heavily. “They were meant to live happily, not to be subjected to more tyranny”. A small lake began to trickle up from the ground beneath them and manifested itself in a figure like the other three. "It's over”. The lady of the water said. “There is no hope anymore. Tonight they will gather, and your kinship will be wiped out”. "Oh, I can not get air". The lord of the wind sobbed with laughter. "Very funny !" Snarled the fir
*Tjalfe* The villagers have never seen Hrazgouls so close before. Only a few, fleeting glimpses have been had. They always come after the Bakorshas have finished emptying their prey of blood, to eat the remains. In the morning, when the residents venture out into the daylight, there are only pieces of clothing, shattered bones and stinking piles of entrails left in rust-red stains on the ground. When one of them has tried to escape over the mountains, the remaining ones do not even get to see the Bakorshaer’s servants before the death cry of the fugitive resounds across the valley. Now they come in between the houses. One being more abominable than the next. Giant beasts with luminous, yellow eyes, whose long gaps flashes with large serrated rows of teeth. Their upright bodies were covered with dense coarse fur, while the broad shoulders and long, bulging arms end up in a paw-like hand so large that it could effortlessly crush the skull of a man. In between them comes smaller cre
*Tjalfe* Although darkness reigns behind the houses, it is easy to find the victim. The child’s screams drive Saren forward, and the fire blazes furiously in his hand. He finds the child just as life leaves the body. Like a breastfeeding infant it lays the arms of a Bakorsha, whose teeth sit deeply buried in the child’s thighs. With an insane scream, Saren sends a long beam of fire towards the monster. The heat is so high that it instantly sets both the Bakorsha and the child corpse on fire. When the last rays leave Sarens hand, both fall on the ground, charred and annihilated. The embers reveal the next victim and her assailants. It is the child's mother who lays helplessly on the firewood block while one of the dark ones brutally mates her and rips her flesh to blood with its dirty nails. Three others are biting into her arms and neck, where they greedily empties her of blood. Saren raises his hands to obliterate the creeps and free the woman from her afflictions, but nothing h
*Tjalfe* Malicious laughter and agitated voices intrudes in the dark, first from the west, but gradually the sounds spread until they surround the whole village. Bringing promises of carnage and death. The people flee back out of their houses, and all search for the relative safety of the fire. Quickly they get their torches lit and turn front towards the enemy, who is still hiding in the shelter of the darkness. Only now do they become aware thatthat their medicine man stands among them without a torch. The fear of Bakorsha had for a moment made them forget the new danger that had manifested itself in their midst, but then the burning house begin to give in to the ravaging of the flames, and it seems to dawn on them what they had witnessed as they scouted out the windows. Those closest to the medicine man hurried awayfrom him. This is a mistake and part of me wants to warn them, but it is too late anyway, and a shadow flies past and grabs one of the men. His howl is drowned
*Tjalfe* I am watching from my spot inside the storm, watching as things unfold below me. The people look up at the storm, which suddenly hangs over their heads. Panic and confusion arises in the village. Everyone let go of what they have in their hands and run into the middle of the square to seek shelter around the bonfire. Humans are no longer one, they have been divided by fear, and everyone care only to keep himself and his offspring alive. Everyone pushes and hustles to get closest to the fireplace andfarthest from the edge of the circle, for now that the sun's rays are hidden behind the heavy slate-gray clouds the Bakorshas will arrive prematurely. In the middle of the village a large bonfire is burning, and torches have been laid nearby, so they can be quickly ignited. The people has learned that the Bakorshas are not enthusiastic about fire, and that it sometimes happen that the sharp-toothed monsters will abandon the attack and instead throw themselves at another vict
*Tjalfe* The valley is a beautiful, small oasis between the high mountains, which in its time had attracted the inhabitants. They had lived in peace and perfect harmony. The mountains had shielded them from the worst winds, so the crops were diverse and the people of the city had never experienced distress. The only entrance to the village is an opening to the west where the surrounding mountains remain broken by a narrow passage. The view over the pass makes it possible to detect travelers coming from distant parts of the continent in good time, and show them hospitality. No one knew of anything but tolerance and no one dreamed that travelers could come up with anything but peace. It ended when the dark ones came. From then on, the valley became a prison for the people. During the day they were trapped, and at night they were harvested like grapes on stalks. There was no way out off there, all passable roads were blocked by Hrazgouls, the servants. Many had tried to flee, but eac
*Lefu* A tear rolls down my cheek. "Goodbye, Katje". I whisper softly. "I swear your death will be avenged”. "Now you see what they are capable of”. Strano puts his hands in the pockets of his night-black Armani jacket. "It is only the beginning”. I hiss angrily at him. "How can you choose them over your own ?" "You still do not understand, do you ?" Strano rolls his eyes. “They would not be here if it were not for you. Remember that”. “You knew it all from the start, right ? That there were several dogs and that I knew about them. That's why you did not kill me right away when you came up here and picked me up. That’s the truth right ?" I can’t help but seek assurance that I am right. He gives a small sigh. “I saw an opportunity and I took it. When the girls sacrificed Elisabeth, I could not prove that they were involved. I bet you would throw in the dogs as bait if you got the chance, and that Lyndsey would bite”. "What about her ?" I nodded down toward the figure with the
*Luca* My gaze is fixed as I step forward towards Harry. The dark blonde ulfhedin might be the pack leader, but this is my prey, and I do not shy away from the warning snarl of the alpha. Harry must have come to the same conclusion, for he goes silent and withdraws. I stop in front of the charred statue. My nails slide down the rough surface. Although the texture feels like charred wood, the shell is massive. I withdraw my arm and fire. The charred crust cracks, and I have to strike through once more to penetrate into the goal. When the shell breaks, a rain of coagulated blood sprays over me. I stick my paw into the evil bitch, find what I am looking for, and pull hard. The heart is still pumping weakly as I hold it up in front of the statue. I growl triumphantly and squeezeit in my powerful fist. The heart stops beating, and the red flesh-filled tissue gives way and explodes in a cloud of dust. It is over. "What do we do now ?" Soleil's cousin stands in front of the grotesqu