The crows squawked. They poked the non-existent eyes of rotten bodies. When from the middle of the ruins, a huge fish broke the ground. Smashing rocks, everything just blew up. In the middle of this, very sharp teeth danced through the demolition dust, hundreds of them with a mouth almost so wide that it would easily swallow two trains.

A kind of devil fish emerged from Grandpa Karnistein's moat. He scolded with half the body stuck in the bottom. He flapped his side fins in an attempt to free himself. The flashlight was swinging from side to side with the animal screaming. Eyes bulging in purple with the scales of the belly wanting to open. Certainly the screams were of pain.

Carmilla was running from the stone tomb, with her backpack, and a lot of cuts and her clothes were blown off. She jumped out of the rubble over one of the few foundations that stood with its point stretched out on the floor. She stopped at the end of this. Watching the fish out of the water. Her fingers tightened firmly on the handle of the weapon that devoured it in combat.

"Do not exaggerate. I'm not even seriously fighting." She looked at the fish. "A moray can come here. And me who's not from here, you don't take there." She aimed the sword. The vampire took a strong angry breath, wondering how to kill that thing.

Without any chance of reaction the creature's flashlight almost took off her head. Shooting Carmilla at the only remaining wall in the living room. She sank an inch into the rock. When fell upon her. She kicked the rubble until she was free.

"Stupid worm!" Snarled. She furiously squeezed the hilt of the sword. The blade refused to obey her commands.

The flashlight hovered over her hair and, in a swift movement, she was severed, spouting greenish blood. Carmilla clenched her teeth as the monster directed all the screeching pain. She fired at him, but the blade had only scratched over the scales, the vampire snorted. The flashlight's antenna - without the bulb - whipped it with blood.

She stuck her fingers in that whip, being shaken. Over. Until after a violent collision with a metal beam, she seemed to have passed out. The thread threw it between yellowed and crooked teeth, being swallowed at once.

Two full minutes passed with the fish on a full stomach. But on the third minute, his expression was of total agony. Green patches sprouted below the scales, transformed into purple sores, bursting each piece of keratin over the skin and finally tearing the monster apart in an explosion of flesh and guts.

In the middle of the carcass was the vampire. From the feet till the top of the head, soaked in green of the creature's veins. In a single movement with her arm, she wiped excess blood from the blade. A human scent made her turn back by the road. Guto. But when heading there. There was nobody. The smell was not that of a grimy boy. It was a slightly sweet aroma mixed with another woody aroma, a light doping aroma.

***

There was no movement at Getroffen road. Rugged ascent to the foot of the mountain, narrow that only fit a car, or the tiny old weaving truck. A small light flickered through the heavy, dark forest that lined the precarious path.

With the sound of bubbles and a rusty carburetor, the old wreck diminished near the only building at the end of the road. A two-story building with wooden walls and floors, lit by old oil lamps.

"Daughter!" Mr. Hollis shouted with the blonde's fall as he jumped out of the truck. "Wait! Let me turn the engine off!" Said all fumbling to stop the last millimeters. At this point. Laura was already on her feet running to the pension door.

"Okay, bye dad." Said with half her body inside, trying to dismiss the man.

"No. Wait, I have to talk to Mrs. Perry first," he replied, struggling with his belt wrapped around his foot, while the other held him on the floor.

"Dad, Mrs. Perry must be sleeping."

"Not her daughter!"

"Granddaughter." Corrected. "Do not confuse, or she will increase the rent."

"If that keeps you safe, I'll even give you my pants!" He replied by loosening the heel of his belt.

Laura entered the room, where Perry greeted her, and served her a mug of hot chocolate on the counter. Mr. Hollis greeted her but refused any drink. He handed a wad of money to the redhead, who was slow to accept. But he insisted.

"Please, Miss Perry, take it." He reached across the counter.

"But Mr. Hollis. This is too much, it has paid enough for almost eight years here." She said polishing a mug of beer.

"This is for an emergency. Anything happens, then take this, my daughter and whoever else wants, but get the hell out of here with her. Safe." Laura choked on the chocolate with her father's somber tone, looking at him sideways.

Grudgingly, but Perry took the money, since the man would not take no as an answer.

"Don't look at me like that, it's for your safety." Pointed him with a raised eyebrow. Laura gave him a nice laugh with a nice hug. "Be well, you see, tomorrow wait for me, I'll come and get you, don't you walk alone?" Said the father with his face level with his daughter.

"Okay." She replied rolling eyes, but without undoing the smile.

They said goodbye outside with Mr. Hollis turning on that noisy tub, he calls hot rod. Laura returned to the salon when the rear lights of the vehicle disappeared at the beginning of the road, jumping with the holes. She closed the door and walked to the counter, taking all the air out of her lungs. When she came across a dark figure with a cloak, face resting in the arms on a table at the corner, her hair damp and tossed anyway, with a few bottles of wine around.

Laura found herself lost looking at the dark figure.