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The snow flashes quickly. Someone is in the trailer, and a couple of patrollers are sitting on the roof. It's just that to smell a wolf, you need another wolf. Bjorn was drawing something in a notebook, which depicted the northern lights, and covered his creation with a hard cover. — I'm sorry.—One of the werewolves timidly raised his voice.—We didn't believe vampires were terrible before... And now... And now I see how terribly they lied to us...— — There is a special attraction in all the species and races of the world.— Bjorn said and hid his notebook in his jacket. — Christophe! Stop the car!—Olga almost screamed. The fangs sink into the skin, draw in blood. Olga for some reason does not even feel disgust, looking at how Maria, Bjorn and Stefan satisfy their hunger. Wentworth always hammered into the brains of his wives that the main evil in this world is these pale dead bloodsuckers. But here they are, and Maria is not the reason that they seem so cute. Stefan, apparen
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The closest was one hotel from the points of Wentworth, already in another city, but close. Olga dialed her number. — Hello...— there was no one on the other end. —We'll kill the crocodile, and we'll leave the ants for later...— — And if the ants, after the death of the crocodile, take and swat the wolf?— Maria appeared as if from a void nearby.— We're ready.— — Yes, yes... I've thought about it many times already...— Olga looked around.— I'm coming now...— *** — ... I'm not going to live in slavery!— The blade cuts through the face. The eye is flowing. The field of vision decreases and blood pours down the face... From this dream, Wentworth Karsten always has pain somewhere there, in the chest, where the heart should be. Someone is diligently beating his fists on the door of his office and bedroom part-time. — Chief, come out!— there is a shout.—We're on fire!— Wentworth realized just now—the antique wooden panels on the walls were starting to crack. Not much time passe
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Olga kicked out another door. Now it's just her, Callum, Vegard, Christophe, Maria, Stefan and just four werewolves. Of the twenty that got in. Many died, and more were lost. Ten more outside. — We need to go back and open the door where Bjorn disappeared!—Maria said suddenly. — I have a very unpleasant feeling...— Callum came back with a very large hook removed from the window. — Just in case...— he said, kicking down the door. There was an absolute emptiness behind the door. Somewhere very far away, the sound of water could be heard. Maria shuddered. — Bjorn! Where are you?!— she shouted in Swedish when she felt her nerves begin to strain. There is no answer. — Bjoorn!—Stefan called his father.— Dad...— — Let's go down.—Callum decided. Everyone grabbed the rope and one by one began to go down there. Long corridors of stone filled with knee-deep water. Or is it... Vegard's shoe has sunk deeply into the muddy muck. — It's blood...— he said softly. — Let's go on, we ne
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Maria put a lot of effort into getting into Bjorn's mind. Poisoned by something incomprehensible, he burned.The vampire felt the snow not melting under her.The cold is all around.Heart... Her heart is still beating!White as a shadow, in a black hoodie, he bends over her.— Who are you?—he asks.Maria, due to blood loss, could not make out what kind of language it was.The vampire bends down and her long hair touches her face.— I haven't met anyone who smells like that yet... Royal blood...— the white-haired Swede whispers softly.Platinum sparkles in the sun.— Do you want to live? —The fangs shine.Maria hugs him to herself. Blood fills the golden-haired guy's mouth.— Live if you want to live...— a purring voice sounds sweet.— If you want to fight, live... And if you don't want to fight...—He's stuck at the very beginning!Maria tried to get up.Flash.All black is around now.— Bjorn!— the vampire called her creator.Even sounds echo here.Maria steps forward.Barn. Dark and
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— Shhh!—Bjorn raised his hand.— I have one hidden power, I'm going to clear the way...—Stefan could barely contain his laughter.— Quiet!— Bjorn slowly came out from behind the bushes.— Vampire!— someone screamed.— Hi guys.— Bjorn tried to remain calm, but still something was shaking inside.— I don't think you should come here. —— Why? Are you going to explode, blondie?—the shaggy jock asked with a grin.— Nope.— Bjorn himself went towards them.— When you grab a bug, you never think that it can answer...—He breathed in their direction and the guards fainted.— They didn't even send a message! And you're super, Bjorn!—Olga said softly.— There are no cameras at the exit, great. Will you tell me the secret of your fetid breath?—— Corpse gas.—Bjorn smiled.— All right, let's go. Let's sniff the building and see where it will be safer for us to go!—— Vegard!—Olga whispered to her husband.— Your earring! —The man's amulet was lying on the snow, torn, it seems, from the skin and cover
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Olga hit the brick wall with her fist.Before Wentworth arrived, they were locked in separate cells.A crumb of stone crumbled, almost hitting the eyes.A soft, rhythmic knock sounded nearby.— Vegard...—The redhead whispered almost with a smile.She stood on tiptoe and tried to tap with her fingertips "My Snow-white...""I'm next. We will hit the wall."Olga ran away and kicked the wall with force.Another run-up.Fist.Crackling.Blood flowed down her arm, curling around the fingers and flowing between them. The pain gave such a strange feeling inside, it seemed to give strength.Olga prepared to strike again.— Mmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..— an inarticulate mumbling is heard from somewhere under the floor, or rather, from the part where the grille is.— Jerry...— Olga came up and looked into the grate.The mutilated monster was lying on an almost identical grate, only ver
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Olga swung the blade, turning the corner.No one.—Give me the blade, or you'll hurt someone...—Christophe said softly.— You're waving them too fast...—— No!—something on the ropes almost fell on them.Olga raised the cleaver and began stabbing nonstop with wild screams.— Hey, hey, ruined the ballast, hysterical!—Maria jumped off the sandbag.— Come down already, guys!— she called softly.— Without unnecessary sounds only, otherwise someone is not far away...—Stefan, Bjorn, Friedrich carefully jumped down the rope.— Eeeeeh... How long have you been sitting here?—Olga asked.— Well... Do you have a watch? I don't have one, so I don't know...—the vampire said, brushing herself off.— Well, it's time to look for the bastard, then into the light! As long as it's not daytime only...—***The slashing caresses of the sword stop this annoying blinking.— That's better.—Christophe smiled, glinting in the dark with the luminous eyes of a noctolope, like a cat's.— I'm shocked every time.—Mari
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Maria felt her mother's pain.— Christophe!— she called her beloved.— Come on, let's break through there!—She was almost scared when she ran into Bjorn. The vampire was really scary now, the blond Swede had changed a lot: his eyes became a rich scarlet color, his face stretched out and turned white, like...The sword pierces Stefan's sturdy figure, blood drips on the metal.— Stefan!— Maria clears the way to her non-blood brother, cutting off heads like grass.— Stefan! Run away from here, stay away, you don't belong in a combat situation!—Stefan retreated from the battlefield so quickly that he raised violent currents of wind.It seems that air artillery came to the dogs of Wentfort - dry shots rang out from the sky.Someone nearby picked up one of the obrotni and used it as a shield.All the faces, the crowd mixed into a single being, struggling with itself.Maria, Bjorn, Friedrich, Christoph and Stefan, sitting in the thick of branches on some tree, were spectators and participant
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Olga kicked out another door. Now it's just her, Callum, Vegard, Christophe, Maria, Stefan and just four werewolves. Of the twenty that got in. Many died, and more were lost. Ten more outside. — We need to go back and open the door where Bjorn disappeared!—Maria said suddenly. — I have a very unpleasant feeling...— Callum came back with a very large hook removed from the window. — Just in case...— he said, kicking down the door. There was an absolute emptiness behind the door. Somewhere very far away, the sound of water could be heard. Maria shuddered. — Bjorn! Where are you?!— she shouted in Swedish when she felt her nerves begin to strain. There is no answer. — Bjoorn!—Stefan called his father.— Dad...— — Let's go down.—Callum decided. Everyone grabbed the rope and one by one began to go down there. Long corridors of stone filled with knee-deep water. Or is it... Vegard's shoe has sunk deeply into the muddy muck. — It's blood...— he said softly. — Let's go on, we n
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— Kill Wentworth... The future with old fairy tales...—Maria looked out the window.—So where did you meet him? And how many times are we going to kill him?—— Over there, I think...—Christophe pointed.— I was already almost unconscious... But this is it. That place. I am that place. I'm sure of it.—Janssen stopped the car.— Are we going to take the trail now?—There was silence.And this silence was broken by Bjorn's laughter:— How funny you are! But yes, we will take the trail. All together...—Christophe snorted.The fact that he got used to all the oddities of a vampire as white as snow does not mean that he is no longer infuriated by these oddities...***Bjorn was using his power again, and Christophe was sniffing every blade of grass.Fortunately, there weren't many people here...if there were more, someone would have called a special type of hospital long ago and asked if they had lost patients...— Found his smell!— Christophe raises his voice, but not much - after all, he is
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Stefan went outside.He really didn't want to stay in four walls, even in such beautiful ones ...Especially since Stefan is very good at running, despite the fact that he recently plumped up ...There was a forest everywhere, a very beautiful northern forest.The nature of Sweden has always been very much loved by Stefan's heart.The guy, walking among the trees, for some reason remembered the Second World War.— ... I'll check if the path is clear and only then I'll call you!— says the father.Wearing a black cape that was the same color as the ground, Bjorn quickly leaves.— Dad, no!— throwing open the door, Stefan runs out of the bunker.— I know you're leaving! The bunker is a safe place, why do we need to leave?—An explosion burns my back, and a bullet enters his chest ...... When the tree was all in bloody tears, Stefan came to his senses.— Hello, son of the snow ghost... Are you the only one here?— a man was sitting behind a big oak tree sharpening a sword.—You don't know me
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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 a
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Mathias was tearing something red with his teeth and claws in the room where Maria, Christoph and Bjorn were sleeping.— Well, well...— Bjorn, sitting down in the coffin, pulled the cat to him and selected an improvised toy.—.. It's bad... This is very bad!—Putting Mathias on a chair, Bjorn rushed down the corridor.— Liv!— he calls loudly.— Olivia! Olga!—When he turned the corner, the claws pierced his back.The ancient vampire fell to the floor and lost consciousness for a while more from fear than from pain.In front of him was a huge white wolf.The wound on his back burned very badly, but now the pain has subsided and Bjorn jumped up, pulling a pistol from his belt.The first shot missed its target, but the second one scratched a giant paw.— Who are you?— Bjorn pinned the wolf to the floor with his weight and blocked the paws.—I'm not going to tell that to an ice demon!—The werewolf growled angrily, remaining in animal form.— If you don't want to talk, I think it's not worth
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Maria knocked off several stones with a sword.The smell of burning earth spread throughout the bunker.— And how long will I beat stones and pieces of earth in different directions?—she asked.— I'm starting to get tired of training.——Even vampires can get tired...— either asked, or Michael confirmed.— No, it pisses me off...—the vampire sighed.— I thought it would be interesting...—-— This is interesting and should not be. —Sometimes I really think that your mother would be a better fit...Gustavsson said thoughtfully.— Well, no!After swiping her sword across the grindstone, Maria jumped up and hit the training dummy.The plastic was engulfed in flames.— Wow...—Gustavsson whistled.—That's what I've always expected from you... What happened before...—The albino pressed a button into the panel and the dummies floated along the long winding rails.***Training gets more and more tiring every day.Maria barely reached the coffin.— Will you cover me with ice when you get up?— she mu
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At night the sword came to life. The signs flashed on Maria's hand. The girl screamed from the wild pain that pierced her body. — Maria!— Bjorn woke Christoph up and jumped up himself. — Danger at the window.— the vampire said hoarsely in a voice not her own. Thrusting her sword forward, Maria moved the curtain with the blade of her sword. This creature resembled a dwarf smeared in tar. Maria pointed her sword at this creature and immediately the lightning burned it to ashes. —Who was it?—Christophe asked his beloved. —They came here for the sword...—The vampire said softly.—I just know that...— The cloaked figure standing outside the window waved to them and disappeared. — Gustavsson...—Marie said softly.— Is it really true... Is he really here? — Is Michael Gustavsson that albino?—Christophe asked. — Maybe.... Yes, yes, he is!— *** In the morning the phone rang. — Did you give someone a number?—Bjorn asked. — No...— Maria pressed "accept the call". It's not known wh
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Olga did not take her eyes off the ancient map, which she had obtained with great difficulty.— No, not here...— the wolf suddenly steps back.— Turn around! We took a wrong turn! —— Okay.—Vegard looks over his wife's shoulder.— I saw the same bush made of stone, we just need to go down the hill.—— So let's go.—Pebbles are falling from under your feet, threatening to fall.Olga runs along the embankment, putting the map in her belt bag.All she can think about is that sword.It's kind of stupid to be so sure of a miracle, but if you don't believe, then what remains? What?— Here!—Vegard grabs his wife by the shoulder.— This bush! We need to get there!—Olga stumbles over one of the stones.A short pain is even unsettling for a second.The blood from the broken knee soars up in droplets.— This is it!—Olga caught her blood with her fingers. The droplets smeared like commas.— It was said on the map that everything that should fall rises...—Bjorn tried to throw the water out of the bot
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Someone got attached to them at Stockholm airport. The whole company felt the gaze on them very clearly. Sometimes the guys even heard footsteps, but Olga tried to convince herself that it just seemed to them and there were no steps. — It's cool in here...—Maria said softly.— And it's very good that there is no sun here...— — Is it cool?? Ha! Yes, you have not seen the coolness, my hot!— Christophe refueled with beer and already stopped thinking a little, he was enveloped in a state of drunken drowsiness.— How tired I am of America! —— Tired is not the right word yet... Running from huge helicopters shooting at you is worse than boring... Not just tired...—Olga said softly.— Operation Hunting was a real hell...—— The weather will be much better in hell!—Vegard chuckled.— It's not often that nature takes offense at people there, although it hurts, yes...—— Father, when have you been to hell?—Maria froze. The ice cubes in the coke glass clattered loudly like crystal glasses.— Yes
