*Soleil* "Hell no !" Andreas’ snarl, interrupting Marta, who is putting them into the plan. "That's the only way we can get in". The witch continues. "Then I will go". "You can not do that. They know what you look like”. Marta turns her attention to the rest of the group that has been expanded with Andreas, Martin and Harry. “Okay, we're reviewing the plan one more time. Belinda goes in and gets people out. Are you sure you can start a fire in there ?" Belinda pulls a lighter out of her jacket pocket in response. I study my cousin's overconfident attitude. She really has no idea what it is she is throwing herself into. Or maybe her giant powers are so powerful that she will actually be able to implement the plan. At least Marta and Gudrun seem to trust it. "Well. We wait here until she gives a sign, and then we move forward”. Marta concludes. "How ?" Luca asks. “What do you mean by how ? We're going there”. “Shall we just jock down the street ? Should we be ourselves or wolve
*Soleil* I only just manage to see his shadow disappear out the back door. He has taken advantage of the fact that Harry and Marta have gone up against the other vampires, and that Andreas has come to Belinda's rescue. "Luca, wait !" I shout in vain. He has already set after Lefu. I hurry after him, but when I get outside, the backyard is empty. It is an indescribable carnage I return to. All the vampires lay scattered on the dance floor with a gaping hole in the chest, and the heart thrown next to it. Only the witch has been spared. There flies a devil in me when I see the self-righteous expression of the Italian sister. With a strong gust of wind, I slam Silvana up against the wall and hold her firm. "You have failed in your calling !" I snarl in her face. “There is only one way you can save your life now and that is by telling me where Lefu keeps my friend trapped ?" "Never !" Silvana gasps. Martin steps all the way up in the face of the witch, growling. "Take a bite”. I n
*Gudrun*I reach the door of the room and stop to get a quick overview. In front of me Martin is standing like the rock he is, facing a female vampire. From the platinum blonde hair and beautiful face, I canrecognize her from Soleil's memories. Celine. A completely different category than the vampires that Martin has defeated so far. "Come on, you big boy". The black-eyed vampire woman waves Martin closer. “I have been looking forward to this for a long time". I am wanting to warn him about the vampire's strength, but before I can open my mouth, Martin attacks. The agile vampire grabs him in the air in a powerful grip around his neck and repeatedly hammers her fist into his face. I take advantage of the situation and open my mind to the surroundings of the house. There is only one water source so high up above ground. The toilet bowl. That is not enough. I hurry back long enough to see that Martin has wriggled free and is swinging his large paw at Celine. The blow hits her in th
*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
*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
*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
*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* 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