Chronicles of the Wolf

5

The candles at the table smell strongly of wax. Olga felt a little strange in such an expensive dress.

— It's too formal, too dry.— says the redhead.—I didn't notice you had a penchant for that.—

— Yes, it seems not, it's lively and sometimes very interesting. I think you'll like it here, too, when you get used to it.—Vegard uncorks the wine.— I have never booked a table here, but I took food to work and ordered fish home. Do you think a teenager who eats a lot of raw meat doesn't catch your eye?—

— I don't think so. Darling, I don't think at all.—Olga Karsten sighs.— Just a gesture of desperation. I'm sick of everything, Vegard! I will kill Wentworth at any cost.—

— Well, well, well...— a dry and low voice is heard and footsteps, barely perceptible to the ear, slowly spread behind him.—Vegard, I remember you. Vegard Vertanen, creepy half-breed, cult missionary. Who else is there? My fornicating fallen wife. So we met.—

The person passing behind them sits down at their table and Olga looks into those disgusting turquoise eyes, or rather, an eye, because she cut off the second one to Wentforth once, almost cutting her head through the bones of the skull.

The scar is still as picturesque.

Olga feels how everything is getting cold inside. The whole body seemed to have turned into a huge piece of people.

— Maricon.— the woman exhales softly, almost hisses.— Listen to me, let's solve this.—

Wentworth stared at her in silence.

— Where and when?—Olga repeats.— Where and when will we resolve this? So that either you or I stay.—

— It won't suit me. I want you to suffer, I want to drive you, so that you only dream of death...—the man got up from the table.— You just didn't understand who you were dealing with and what price is paid for betrayal ... —

He got up and walked calmly.

Olga felt herself shaking with anger. It was comparable to a very strong frost, but she was not cold.

— Olga! Olga!—Vegard shakes his wife by the shoulders. Seeing the complete lack of reaction, he takes a bottle of cognac and pours a full glass for his beloved. — Here. Drink, Liv! —

Choking, Olga began to swallow the alcohol-containing liquid. She didn't calm down for a long time, anger was literally ready to tear her apart.

Vegard looked into his beloved's eyes.

— Well?— he asked.

— I'm fine...— the redhead whispers softly.

Stefan immediately ran up.

—Is that Wentworth?—he asked.

— Yes. It's okay, it's okay. It's not a danger, my wife just feels bad.—Vegard turns around.— And this is the danger! Olga and I will take the takeaway with us now, you come out in front of us.—

Using a tablecloth similar to a pleated skirt as a cover, Vegard checked and loaded two pistols.

— Since when did the priests start shooting?—Olga grinned, coming to her senses.

— I'm not a priest, I'm a kind of missionary. And I'm not friends with religion at all, because I resurrected dead people under a church guise!—Vegard chuckles.

— Vegard Vertanen, when will I stop loving you?—

Olga smiles when they get up from the table.

At any moment she can put her hand in any corner of her dress, in her shoes, in her hairstyle and get weapons, one more deadly than the other.

At any second, and without a guard, a woman can turn into a weapon.

And the smell told her-she smelled an abundance of wolves here.

How many people are watching her go...

Haha! People! Where do People come from here? There don't seem to be any people...

Stefan took out a machete under his jacket.

— Don't, boy, don't...— Vegard caught up with him.

The car that Bjorn gave looked luxurious.

The salon smelled of something sweet.

Olga sat down on the scarlet velvet seat.

— Are you going to drive?—Vegard asks.— You are...—

— Don't talk about my age, just sit down!—Stefan steps on the gas.

The tires are scrolling.

Someone ran after the car, suddenly shots crackled dryly.

With a screech, the car turned around, entered an oblique turn, dodging bullets.

— Get down!—Stefan shouts loudly.

Pulling out a gun, he looks out the window and shoots a couple of times.

— I can help!—Olga shouted.

— I don't think it's worth it!— the young vampire shoots again, then throws something up.— Now they obviously won't want to look for us!—

The air began to fill with light blue smoke.

Stefan could be heard grinning, the car and motorcycles chasing them huddled together.

— What was that just now?— Vegard barely manages to cover his head from hitting the ceiling of the car.

— Just like that, my development! Don't be afraid, they will only go blind... I hope...—Stefan turned the steering wheel.— And we'll come home in one piece... —

— You turned to the forest!—Olga tugged at his shoulder.

— We're going through the forest!— Stefan drives around a huge spreading oak. — Oh...—

— What's the "Oh"?—Olga asks indignantly.

— Someone is standing in the distance...— Vegard has already noticed it, too.

— Hey! Don't be afraid, wolf friends!— someone knocked on the window.

Turning around, Olga recognized the smiling Bjorn in the semi-darkness.

And in the distance, that's for sure, there was Maria.

— Can't I be alone for one day without a guard?—Olga is indignant.

— Isn't Stefan a security guard? And I felt the danger...— the brunette said, approaching.—Even though I'm a vampire, I can still feel you... You and my father... Blood calls for blood..***

At home, Olga got out a good old whiskey.

— Vegard, you know I'm afraid for you and for myself... I'm even very scared to live... I wouldn't be afraid for myself if I knew that he would just kill me...—she began slowly pouring alcohol into the glass.— He doesn't know how to do everything simply...—

— We will give him a fight, there are many of us!—Bjorn said.—I'll do it for Maria. She is the one who unites us. I had to become its creator once, to share the kinship between you and Vegard...—

— Vampires... You have one weakness - the sun...—The red—haired werewolf snorted.— You'll burn.—

— No. Maybe not all of them. I tried. I sleep at night and for two whole days above the ground.—Maria said.

— Where did these unprecedented anomalies come from? We'll have to check it out too!—Bjorn said with genuine surprise.—I've never heard of it...—

— I noticed it myself by accident. I almost peed in my pants out of fear then! Although it's hot, the sun doesn't burn. Tomorrow I will try to go out for a long time and check the stability.—Maria took the bottle from her mother and poured herself a drink.— I have already forgotten the sun as a friend...—

— Whatever it is, it's clearly not God...—Vegard said.

***

It was already very quiet in the dead of night.

Espoo froze.

Not a single sound on the street. The city fell asleep.

A little kitten was sleeping on a chair.

— Now the smell of shit is more plausible.— Maria sat down on a chair, taking the kitten in her arms.

— Hm... There is a spirit of danger and fear in the air. And it feels stronger every second.—Vegard looked at Bjorn for some reason.

The vampire watched the wind increase in fright.

The night on the street completely prevailed and it was clear that it was not far from the full moon again.

The days passed like water, even Olga stopped remembering the lunar phases.

— Stefan... Did you see Emilia and Claire before you left?— Bjorn put a bottle on the table, from which he did not drink.

He stood in the semi-darkness and it seemed to many that his face had changed now. It really has changed.

The blond man grabbed his sword and ran out into the street.

It happened in an instant, no one had time to react.

Releasing his fangs, he grappled with someone in the pitch darkness. There was a growl, a bark, a howl.

A short cry, the wolf runs away.

— Who is this?—Bjorn asks as he walks in.

He's holding someone by the scruff of the neck, a guy smeared in blood.

— Ah, I remember him. Vegard, isn't that the stalker, Jordan Helx?— Olga looked at the guy's face.

— Okay, Bjorn, we won't kill him, put him on the sofa. Is that what you do with him?—

— Ffff! No! One of Wentworth's dogs was following him, accosted him with conversations, was going to change him.—The blond Swede sniffed the blood flowing from Jordan's wounds.— He just hit him with a rose. —

— We'll cure him and send him home.—Vegard opened an old-fashioned medical locker.— But I hope no one will consider it a good deed.—

— Haha, are you afraid to go to hell?—Maria calmly splashed alcohol on Jordan's wounds.

The guy groaned weakly and opened his eyes a little.

— Do you know that you can get a lot of time for stalking, boy?—Olga asked Jordan, who had woken up.

— I didn't... I'm not a stalker...—Jordan's lips barely moved.

— And what were you doing here?— Bjorn is playing with a dagger in his hands.

His pale face became sharper, his eyes turned black.

— Please... Excuse me... Let me go... Don't kill... I'm nothing...—Helx whispers.—I haven't seen any monsters...—

— I hope you didn't call me a monster.—Bjorn grabbed the dagger by the blade.— And after what you've seen, we simply can't let you go. What good will it do us if we let you out and our opponents kill you in front of our eyes?—

— Ugh! This is going to be unpleasant!—Maria echoed the maker.

— Come with me, daughter, and let your father bind up the wounds of a mortal. We'll prepare a isolated room for him!—Olga said.

Maria laughed as she left.

— You say he's a stalker, Mom? What, another idiot has coveted you, not really knowing yet?— the brunette asked, opening the doors of a room on the floor underground.

— I've seen how he looks for a long time, don't kill him for it!—Olga shook the sheet.— Will the green one do?—

— No, fuchsia will be warmer. Christophe and I have already tried out exactly the same kit.—The brunette chuckled soundlessly.— A lot of emotions.—

— Yes, even though your beloved is as old as the earth itself, you are exactly rabbits.—The red-haired wolf casually threw pillows on the bed.— I am very glad that you are with us.—

— Hmm, where am I going to go? Well... in truth, there are places...—

Olga laughed and rolled her eyes.

The daughter's manners were not changed by vampirism...