Transylvania, 1888

It was like wooden shrine but there was nothing especially Christian in it, just flowers and a picture covered by glass. Flowers were fresh and beautiful and picture had rich, gorgeous colours, featuring two boys walking in the dark, beautifully atmospheric forest. Despite their age, they had aura of unpolluted purity and innocence; behind them hovered a red-haired woman, dressed in long red dress. Guardian angel?

Man who had had stopped to watch the shrine was very tall and hulky, dressed in long untidy overcoat; his face was eeriely pasty. He continued to roam the road in darkening evening.

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When the vampire women attacked village, Christina hid herself quickly behind nearest doorway. She saw how those flying harpies, monstrous and beautiful in equal measure, attacked people; one of them snatched a young boy and flew away with her screaming victim, only to drop him to the dungheap on his face. Christina giggled; that was place where someone like Jan belonged. One of the women made pirouettes in the air and became fair-haired beauty in lovely harem outfit. Her breasts were covered by yellow midriff-baring bodice, she had diaphanous wing-like sleeves and equally transparent trousers. She landed on the wooden beam and smiled, showing her fangs.

Such otherwordly, gorgeous creatures! Christina sighed for admiration, when other people searched hiding-place in terror. She was not beautiful, knowledge which every man and boy had hitten to her head, but she admired beauty. She saw man in long black leather-coat, puny human against gorgeous, vivacious monsters, thrown to the mud by witchily cackling blonde beauty.

"Too bad, so sad!"woman said with sing-song voice.

"Stop playing with him, Marishka, and finish him!" dark-haired vampiress said. It reminded Christine, that if trio of beauties would see her in the doorway, she would die.

She should find cross.