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.. Christoph Jansen wakes up screaming.

At first Finnish couldn't understand what was going on.

The hands holding him were familiar, but... they held him in the air!

— Sleep, my dear, sleep...—Maria says softly.

— You... Are you carrying me? Did I fall asleep? How embarrassing!—

The vampire giggles. She calmly carried her lover to an empty shelf and lay down next to him.

— The crown is killing me... I want to destroy it so badly as soon as possible... Of all of us, it only affects me...—Finn whispers.

— We will destroy it, believe me... We've never been this strong.— the vampire strokes her short graying hair.— My mother is the queen, isn't that a weighty argument? —

— Yes... A very weighty argument. She cannot be influenced, this is at least one good moment...—

The eyes are trying hard to close, heavy, as if made of iron.

Christophe yawned and stretched.

— I want to sleep...— he whispered.

— Sleep, sleep, my love...— Maria smoothly pulled out a thin blanket from somewhere.

**

Stefan woke up in the middle of the night from a severe attack of nausea.

His head is spinning, gums are very sore.

All these things come down to one thing - he is suffering from severe hunger.

Stefan stood up, dripping with sweat.

Bjorn didn't even wake up. Apparently, the father was too exhausted.

Every millimeter, every cell of Stefan's blood pulsed in a wild desire to absorb human hemoglobin.

The fangs came out.

Having unearthed the bottles hidden near the car, Stefan eagerly clung to the hidden stash.

The blood was cool, but it quenched my thirst all the same.

— Are you awake?—

Damn it! Father knows how to scare!

— You're not sleeping either, Dad. Did you hear something or just had a good night's sleep?—Stefan asks.

— I don't even know myself. Tired of running. I hope it wasn't a higher providence that woke me up...— Bjorn sniffed aloud.— It smells like grass, there are no exhaust gases... It's good that cars don't drive here...—

— And I smelled something else and it's not cars at all. These are strangers... No, a stranger... A wave of smell, very strange, something very similar to yours, but...—Stefan noticed that his father looked scared.— Dad, what's wrong?—

— Cornelius...—The ancient Swede whispered fearfully.— Okay. Let's go get some more sleep...—

***

Bjorn had nightmares. His head was just splitting from the wild pain.

— Hello, snow-white ghost...—

For some reason, the moment when he was dying rose before my eyes.

The women tried their best to heal him, but Bjorn asked them to take him outside.

— You are so handsome...—

It was obvious that the guy was not from the Vikings, but he understands their language very well.

— You came for me... Will you take me to the other side? —

... Bjorn woke up. It's never been as real as it was that day...

When it all happened.

— Hello.— it was heard from behind the window.

Bjorn felt a shudder of horror shake his body.

— Maker...—He whispered softly in Swedish.

— Come out...—Guy ordered softly.

The chain that binds the maker and the his child is very strong. There is no way to dodge, the blood makes you obey.

A step and another followed, the legs became so heavy, it was almost impossible to move the feet.

It's like he's in a pit again, rocks on his feet and hunters everywhere...

— My white ghost... My snow angel of death...—Guy pulls him to him by the collar, presses his lips in a short kiss.— Oh, how much I missed you...—

— Go away... I know you, Guy, I know what you can be capable of...—Bjorn says softly and fearfully.

— I only need you right now!— the gaze of the sparkling eyes in the darkness wavered.— You have been hunted for a very long time. I will be near, I will be at a distance. I wanted to see you and that's why I decided to show myself...—

- You never come just like that! You haven't thought about me for thousands of years, and now you've come here...— Bjorn dodges the touch.

— I was waiting for something bad to happen...—Guy took off his cloak.— Let's always be in touch. I'll leave you one of my phones...—

Something heavy went into the pocket.

Bjorn snorted angrily.

Guy disappeared as if he had disappeared into thin air.

Although they have the same blood flowing in them after the conversion, Bjorn does not understand so much in Guy ...

***

Danger.

Maria and Olga learned to feel this smell very many years ago.

— To arms!—Olga said softly.

He and his daughter have learned to feel each other's awakening.

Taking up knives, the wolf and the vampire jumped out of hiding.

Soldiers, it turned out to be wolf soldiers.

— Olga Karsten, lay down your arms!—One of them cocked his rifle.— Don't try to escape, this is silver bullets!—

Olga raises her hands, but Maria turns out to be behind the soldiers.

Clenching the larynx of one of the soldiers with her teeth, she tore off the head of another.

— Get out if you love your life!—The vampire screamed with bloody lips.— Think all about those who are dear to you and to whom you are dear... They'll never see you if you follow orders the same way!—

One guy took a step back, but the others still cocked their rifles.

— No!—this guy shouted.—What did the vampires do to us? Tell me, what did they do to us? I can't find a reason to shoot them!—

— You're crazy!—One of the soldiers said.— Yes, you are mad with fear! —

— No!— the guy who went against his own, grabbed the muzzle of the second rifle.

The unfortunate man was wiped aside and hit with the butt.

Bjorn was on a rock higher than people.

With a growl, the ancient Swede rushed at the people.

An old rifle rattled, Maria rushed forward.

Although her hands trembled, her fingers did not let her down.

Bjorn has long taught his pupil to catch bullets with his fingers and now this girl has saved her mother.

The attack was repulsed.

After finishing the soldiers, Bjorn sat down near a small pond and began to wash off the blood.

He wouldn't say that the water here was clean, it just dripped rain, but enough to more or less put myself in order.

—Am I alive? — there was a voice behind him - it was that guy who woke up.

—Why would I kill you? We don't touch those who think right. What's your name?—Bjorn splashed more water on his face and turned around.

Now he had no visible fangs and looked like a human.

— I'm Michael. You are...— the guy stammered in fright.

— I'm Bjorn. Bjorn Martensson. I sailed on a ship with Vikings, and now I'm running from soldiers who found our company inadequate. And also people who are just afraid of us, they are...—The vampire patted the soldier on the shoulder.—Go away, Michael. Take everyone you love, try to survive this crazy time...—

— Thank you...— the guy whispered with white lips.

He retreated very quickly even for a wolf, which surprised Bjorn.

— Where are we going next?— Olga dug a hole and threw the bloody clothes there.

Stefan put one of the corpses on its side and pumped the blood out of the dead man.

If someone else from vampires or werewolves will act against them, they can be deceived quite well with this very blood.

— Let's look for old friends. Although there are already so few of them, we will huddle and unite.—Vegard sat down on a rock next to Bjorn.— Do you have any options?—

— Not as many as I wanted, but there are some names. One is not even far away. It will be necessary to go during the day, because it will be easier to leave this way... They're not looking for us during the day...—