Guto was devouring the third pork sandwich. The third of five that he won to play the guide. Carmilla was right behind him.

"It's very tasty, don't you want it?" Asked licking his fingers. "Miss Perry has the best sandwiches, are you shure, not even a bite?" Said him about to eat another one.

"No, for the thousandth time. Pay attention on the way." As soon as she finished speaking, a piece of the road collapsed. There was the boy held by the arm, saved from the deadly fall. "What did I say?"

The vampire put him back on the road, following in silence, the path on the mountainside, cold and damp. They turned on another road into a high and very narrow valley. The twisted trees made Guto's chewing slower, with his breath off-axis. Carmilla listened well to the boy's heart, who, guided by hunger, accepted to help her.

He paused to swallow the last piece of bread and meat. Standing in front of the eagle banner perched on the black swastika, wrapped in red fabric. The thief shook his legs.

"There's no mistake here, but, but are you really sure, you want to go there?" He looked at her. A full stomach filled his brain with unhungry judgment. The boy's eyes flickered with dread, stories of families being taken, to feed a monster.

"You can go, I find the way." She looked back with a hard look. "I will come back and, I will go after you if you say you brought me here." Guto shivered when he heard that, he turned around, and follow the opposite direction of Carmilla.

The vampire passed forward the standard. Little remembered of what that road was like. There was a broken carriage on the second corner. Tumbled sideways into a tree, two wheels broken. The scene flooded her with memories. A young girl with a fragile appearance, in need of help, as her transport had fallen, and a poor little girl needed shelter.

"Cliché." Said turning her face to the silver sky. Some bodies of soldiers, buried in the mud, were unrecognizable. She tightened the strap of her backpack and started moving again.

The wind whistled between the top of the mountains, the twisted and dry trees flanked the entire way. The gray mud had been replaced by a cobblestone street - there was little to go - Carmilla drew in the air that had her nostalgia there and, at the same speed that the feeling came, left it when the smell of ashes and decomposed meat left her lungs.

The air became heavy. Facing what was once the residence of Count Karnstein. A majestic structure reduced to ruins. She walked along the rock path that cut through a supposed garden. The rest of a fountain at her right, the fountain on the left was a pile of gravel. A military jeep had entered the dining room window. The door was a curtain fallen from another floor, which was attached to the top of the jamb.

The vampire passed through the hall stepping on broken glass, belonging to the shattered chandelier. Black garnet marks adorned the walls. The non-existent roof over the staircase, in which swallowed her foot on a lame step. It reached the landing of the rooms. Funny or not, but her room had been disintegrated. She stopped at the edge of the floor where the door had been. Letting the wind move the scarf around the neck and the tip of the jacket. She jumped downstairs, landing on the table, saw the fireplace behind her. There were bodies incinerated on the floor. Each step was accompanied by more shards of glass - why a chandelier in each room ?! – now she was at the entrance to her father's office. Quite different from when used to live there. Now there were countless rusty drawers, filled with files, stacks of papers. Uniformed bodies of the highest Nazi ranks. It didn't take long to understand the house had been used as a military base.

She pushed the corpse of the headless general out of her father's chair, to sit, and dropped her feet on the table, crossing legs - saying goodbye to the place - she looked at the side of the bookcase.

"They found." She said when saw the open space behind the furniture. A secret passage. A strangled groan came from the darkness. "I'm going" Murmured to herself. Loosened the knot in her backpack. She picked up a combat gauntlet. Rolled the sleeve up to the elbow of her right arm to put on the piece of armor and closed the bundles. The fingers were exposed, facilitating the grip of a weapon.

Carmilla passed over the corpses and squeezed through the narrow passage. A horrible rotten smell caught her nose. However, a great determination drove her forward - her mind wandered through more recent memories, of desperate requests - immersed in the pitch, her vision sharpened, accustomed to the absence of light. The spiral staircase, increasingly slippery, debris, stamped red on the walls. Bones and what more than one shattered person could be found.

Her footsteps became an echo swallowed by the screech of the wind, which hit her chest. Finally, it had come along a ridge full of rustic old wooden doors - great-great-grandfather Karnstein's idea, an escape route in case they be invaded - The blood of soldiers, doctors and prisoners, made sure the place was not just a military base. But one of those Nazi experimental labs.

The vampire heard a moo over her head. When she turned around she saw an animal, fat and full of arms, and its mouth with hideous tweezers, it was glued to the ceiling watching it. She jumped back, but more of them were on the ceiling. Chewing leftovers, drooling, lowing, savoring the air of the new meal.

"You are disturbing me." Said between her fangs, surrounded, back against a wall. She dropped the bag in a less musty corner of blood and looked at the Aryan spiders. "Something went wrong here, didn't it?" Scoffed.

They screeched, fighting more with each other than with the prey to be slaughtered.

She reached over the backpack when something sharp jumped into her palm. Without warning, one of the monsters fell in half, exposing the entrails. The bugs attacked their victim. But the vampire was already flying in the fourth to be sliced. With the red in the shadows splashing against the girl. More and more of them fell with the severed bodies, or with the blade stuck between the snotty eyes. They were screeching in agony when she advanced on the last trying to run. The end of the blade nailed it to the wall.

Carmilla grabbed the sword hilt when she was finished with them. Breathed heavily, the beautiful weapon used, took its price in blood. But keeping calm, she headed for the end of the corridor. There was the room where she was born. Nothing in that room existed anymore. She stepped on a metal cylinder. Picked it up from the floor, feeling around, found a button that lit a beam of light.

"Is that what you use to illuminate now?" Said finding the object kind of useless. Bodies adorned the walls, hanging. "Beautiful decoration." She said with a twisted mouth. "But then what? Let's go. I went back where I started. Come on! Take me there." Ordered for the sword. But nothing happened. She looked at the blade when saw in the bloody reflection the eyes of a blonde girl.

An explosion took the vampire off the floor, covering her with the roof of the place.