The attacker's momentary hesitation was enough for the vampire to close up a well-aimed shot to the head with an explosive projectile. The head shattered like a ripe gourd. A pistol covered with secret writing clicked an empty bolt, it was the last bullet. The vampire put the pistol back in its holster under his cloak. The furies finished off the wounded, their number was sharply reduced, more than half of the detachment lay lifeless in pools of blood and severed limbs. The werewolves howled in victory. Suddenly, purple balls flew in the dark ones from the side of the house, bursting when several dark ones hit at once, in the heat of battle they somehow forgot about the sorcerers. A group of Lycians came out of the house in clothes of different colors,-Forward! - immediately commanded Alud, directing the dark ones. It was still about a hundred and fifty meters to the house, it was necessary to get to them as soon as possible before they crushed the remaining dark ones with magic fire

Waking up, Brook-ta-man reluctantly opened his eyes, the thick rusty bars of the lattice with hieroglyphs glowing on them immediately set the vampire into a depressive mood. He quickly got up and looked around. Figures sat in the corners of the dark room, looking dejected. The vampire took a closer look, in one of the figures he recognized Lusters, a little further away sat Alud examining his leg, which had almost healed. In the opposite corner, the werewolf commander Baruz slept, snoring from time to time."I'd rather have the company of delicious-blooded cuties with good skin before I die." says Brook-ta-man, trying to joke about the situation the dark ones are in. Lasters chuckled.- Glad to see you alive, venerable Bruk-Taa-man. says Lasters, the leader of the Fury Squad, perhaps the only one to correctly pronounce the vampire's name. Brook-ta-man smiled faintly, looking around the room in search of escape. After a few minutes of scrutiny, he collapsed to the floor in annoyance, b

It was already morning outside when Brook-ta-man's car pulled into the hive's underground garages. The vampire remembered the words of one of the elders about the bad news that Brook-ta-man brings in the morning. He chuckled, this morning was no exception. The first thing the vampire went up to was the blood-drinking room. Thirst had been tormenting him for a long time, but there was no time to think about it. He greedily drank several cups of life-giving liquid at once. A wave of euphoria swept through his body. Satisfied, he went up to his quarters to change his clothes. Bringing himself into proper form, Bruk-ta-man immediately went to meet with the elders, too many unresolved issues, too little time, too many deaths had been over the past night. The vampire entered the great hall of the elders, and, as usual, knelt down, humbly waiting for the word. An astonished murmur ran through the vault of the hall,- Speak Brook-ta-man, tell us what happened there. - Surprisingly, the first

Brooke-ta-man and Eliza drove up to the appointed place. A couple more blocks on foot and they were at the rally point. A small dark alley, located quite far from the busy central streets, surrounded by brick walls without windows. Even homeless people try to avoid such dark alleys. Alud, along with Dook, sat comfortably next to a large trash can, waiting for the others.Is that the one I'm thinking of? Alud asks without unnecessary preludes.“This honorable lady is under my protection. And yes, she's exactly who you think she is. says Brook-ta-man.- Vampire, did not hand it over to his elders, very commendable. But now for your own, you're a renegade. Do you understand it? Dook asks, adjusting his glasses. The vampire looks intently at the elderly werewolf, then nods approvingly.“Very well, so you can be dealt with,” Duk chatters.“We are waiting for Ssazzul, I think he will explain a lot to us,” Alud says, adjusting the fist shotguns in his hands.It was quiet around. Elise leaned

The shadowy figure slowly entered the spacious parking lot of the vampire hive. With a slight movement of his fingers, the ancient scattered a few guards against the walls, turning their bodies into a bloody mess. Surveillance cameras fell like autumn tree leaves and smashed against the floor with a metallic creak. He approaches the elevator where Lord Askadal stood humbly with his head bowed.- Lord, I greet you, the Shadofs reported your luck. - Askadal says, with a slight tremor in his voice.- Our progress is inevitable, soon we will become even greater. Now take me to your brothers. - says the oldest authoritative voice. Lord Ascadal nodded hastily and opened the shiny elevator door. They entered the steel box. The elevator began to slowly climb up to the main hall of the elders.- My lord, I must tell you that after the plan, the protection system will work. Askadal says in an insinuating voice.- It does not matter, your primitive traps are not terrible for us - says the ancien