As it was written in the great book of life that just as when Antonio Fernández arrived to the borderline a bolt struck and without a blink a thunderstorm caught him just before he could run into the closest inn. He laughed it off as usual and asked the bartender whether he could stay for the night.
- Just don't stain anything. And clear that idiot goof from your face! - the young man shouted after him as he went upstairs. He quickly changed into a clean set of clothes and leaped onto the bed.

- Let's see… Emma… Lovely little name for a blood-lover witch. The report said she killed at least a dozen hunters before and they have absolutely no idea how she did it. They got the report that she was captured and then nothing. Both the hunter and the witch disappeared after that… strange… - he slowly fell asleep.

- Couldn't have found a better time to come here, could you?! – groaned the bartender as a new guest entered the inn letting rain and wind roam into the building. The stranger pulled back the dark hood from its head revealing a beautiful and smiling woman. The bartender dropped his jaw in awe and couldn't find a word.

- I was on my way home but this storm is just awful. I thought this place is for travellers who need a place from nature's cruelty. –her smile was sweet, oh so sweet the boy's head started to crackle. Just as his heart started to run crazy.

- Ye-yeah… It is… - he couldn't speak, his mouth simply did not obey.

- Okay then. Do you have any free room for a lady in need?

- Actually we're sorta short on rooms… - finally he could speak and the same time mentally slapped himself. What kind of answer is that?

- Oh… - the woman, no matter how short and cute she appeared she was clearly a woman, seemed disappointed and sad. – then I guess I will have to sleep on a chair.

- I-I have a bed- I mean you can have my room it's quite spacious for the two of us, I mean for you on the bed and me on the floor or I mean…- he was blushing really hard but felt so happy when he saw the woman's face lighten up.

- Really? You would do that? That's so sweet of you, thank you! – she giggled and the bartender felt his mind blow.

- My name is Lovino by the way. – he smiled triumphant.

- Nice to meet you Lovino. Hope I won't be a burden.

- Of course not! I'm really sorry for the rude introduction…

- It's okay… - she smiled. – So… can I see that room or we will stay here all night chatting?

- Oh, yeah! The room! Just a minute, I forgot to clean it the other day… I will be back in a minute. – he was so embarrassed no words could describe it. Emma giggled sweetly and watched carefully as the young man run towards his room.

- There won't be a need of that… - she said quietly then turned towards the staircase. – Let's see that new applicant… Will he be interesting enough for me?

She went straight to that room in which the hunter slept happily, opened the door without a doubt and stepped in. In front of her laid the foreign man wearing nothing just old rusty trousers spreading his arms and legs out slightly snoring. The woman smirked and stepped closer leaning over the men inspecting his face and body. In a blink two strong hands caught her sides forcefully and two cheerful green eyes – very similar to hers – shot open to welcome her.

- My, my, Grandpa was right. Women can't help falling in love with my body. – he grinned. The witch un-visibly relaxed a little. – But to have a witch as a secret admire is more than… how could I say… exiting and fearful at the same time. – he laughed as he could see – and feel - the woman become stiff. He looked at her with a beaming smile – So do you have anything to say, Miss Emma before I tie you up and call the Inquisitors?

- How do you know my name?

- Just as you know who I'm even before I started the research of your whereabouts.

- It sounds like you stalked me. – she grinned with a blood heating smile.

- I think I should use that sentence, but fair enough. Now that we had our lovely introduction I should prepare the ropes.

- Why do you think it was this easy to capture me?

- Senorita, no matter how I look, you cannot escape from my arms.

- That maybe true. Are you this sure of the ropes as well?

- Sounds like you don't really know me then… Let me introduce myself then: Antonio Fernández master-hunter from the other country at your unlucky service. –he still didn't let her out of his death grip, and Emma mentally noted it as one positive part of him, he's strong.

- I would love to return the kind gesture of introducing myself but I fear you already know everything about me. – she smiled at the man with a really suggestive look.

- Well then, I should finish my job. – he took back one of his hands to search for a rope, while griping both of the witch's arms in his other. Emma waited for this second and let out an ear-tearing scream form her lungs, freezing the Spaniard and most probably waking up the whole inn, as running footsteps could be heard in a blink. Antonio turned back furiously just to see the woman stick out her tongue at him playfully just before the door was broken in and the witch let out an other shriek, screaming about how this barbaric person attacked her and how much of a perverted frater is this and so on. The young bartender's face told Antonio that tonight would be the very last night of his if he doesn't escape somehow. So he did what he could best. Grab the woman and his suitcase, jump out the window and start running in the still rampageous storm outside towards the forest – probably. He could hear the bartender cursing after him and saying something like he will find him and kill him with his bare hands, but what occurred more to him was the laughing witch in his hand who seemed like she expected this.

When Antonio decided that they are safe and sound they stopped.

- Do I sense it right that you somehow knew this would happen?

- What could I say? I have experience. – she giggled.

- Sounds logical. But I still have you.

- That's true. Apart from that we just entered my home. – she smiled at him knowing perfectly how problematic is that it the hunter and how advantageous to her and just how frightened his face will be.

- You live in the woods?

- Why not? It can be so beautiful when the hunters have torches and dogs with them yet cannot do anything.

- They never tried to burn down the forest? – he sounded surprise.

- They did. But couldn't do it.

- Oh I see. – he started to walk again in a hurry which the witch somehow didn't like.

- Where are we going?

- To the border. I found you, captured you, I just have to give you in and that's all.

- You don't even know where the border is! – she was furious and angry. Why? Because they went to the right direction.

- Maybe I know.

- You cannot! That's impossible!

- Senorita, you are a little overestimated don't you think? You make so much mistake, it's a miracle to me how they couldn't capture you before. – she didn't answered. Antonio looked back to the woman and smiled. – You know if you would be a little more… -he felt into silence. – never mind. – and they were marching again.

After a minute he heard a strange whistling sound, head spinning back like tornado, eyes wide.

- You whistled. –it was more of a statement than a question. Emma looked at him with huge innocent eyes.

- Maybe.

- You know I could kill you right now.

- Yet you won't.

- Why are you so sure?

- You simply run out of time to do so. –she laughed at him. Just before Antonio heard the fearful noises closing around them in a circle. Those things snored, snuffed and panted around them. Half of them terrific creatures from horror stories, some even more frightening. – Now, now, if you don't want to be torn apart right now you should release me.

- You hear me, brainless monsters?! I got your master and I can easily kill her! If any of you tries to come even a step closer her unlucky life will end in a minute! – the hunter shouted voice steady, hands firmly grasping the woman, face paler than a ghost, icy sweat dropping from his forehead.

- You think it will stop them?

- Senorita – he smiled at the woman, his other hand disappearing behind him – I may have underestimated you, but that won't happen again, I promise –a sudden move and he sliced the witch's throat in two, wouldn't have a huge human-like monster knock out his blade from his hand.

Emma now free from the hunter's grip, laughed full heartedly and daunting as the human shaped monster stood before her to protect her.

- See? I wouldn't really use the 'brainless' term to them. – she looked up to the monster eyes softening a little. – Thank you Tim, you came just in time as always.


Hello and welcome back, I hope you still find it interesting :)
So Antonio seems in a lot more danger than Vlad but we already knew that he wouldn't survive... poor fool. It seems like the next chapter will be about this lovely pair too, so get comfortable.

Oh and about Tim. He's supposed to be Netherlands so welcome him as well.

To Guest: Thank you, I didn't really know it :) And yeah... Vlad killed almost everyone O.o But first finish this story then he will list the others. So be prepared.

Anyway, any feed back, idea, positive negative is welcomed.
Have a nice day :)