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The Sun had already sunk below the horizon, by the time Agnes got back to the Sáradi mansion. She carried a heavy bag up to her room, and then went to the dining hall to have dinner. She asked for Imre as she finished eating. Soon the butler quietly stepped into the room, and took a stand next to Agnes.
„ I'm sure you heard when I said the demons will be coming back Imre, didn't you?"
„ Yes Miss, I did."
„ Now, I will be expecting them. I want you to do something for me. Tell all the servants, and this refers to you as well, not to leave their rooms whatever they hear. Will you do that for me?"
„ I will obey you miss, though I strongly disagree with your decision. In case you got into trouble, nobody would be there to help you." Agnes was drinking red wine from a genuine crystal glass, and then took the glass away from her mouth, and began eying the liquid.
„ What happens to me is up to my concern. But I would never expose any of you to the possible rage of those creatures." she said, and looked up at Imre „ I've seen them and heard them talk yesterday, they would have no mercy on anyone! Stay in your room, I don't want anybody to get hurt. I can defend myself well enough...hopefully."
The air was thick with tension in the mansion until everybody settled down in their own rooms. Agnes was in her room as well, unstrapping the heavy bag, which she brought from Gyergyószentmiklós. She took out large iron traps from them, which the hunters used to capture wolves, and placed them on the floor before the windows. She packed all her gear in her gripsack in case she had to flee from the mansion rashly. She put trousers, a leather jacket, which went down to her thighs, boots and a blouse with lace on its back, on, to be able to move freely if having to fight. Then she drew back into a dark corner, and waited. The minutes seemed to crawl by on feet of lead; Agnes listened to the harsh wind blowing outside. The light of the Moon was blurred by the fog, which had set on the land, hiding all creatures of the night form the eyes of the living. Agnes leant her head against the wall, and dozed off after the long hours of waiting. She was brought back to reality by the sound of breaking windows. Four demons have landed on the floor, with their threatening shrieks turning into painful ones. The traps closed unmercifully, clamping whatever was near and in them. Agnes kept her ears stopped until the noise died, and she could see that the demons were lying on the floor. She ventured out of the corner, with her hand on her sword's grip. She moved closer to the demons, and was wondering if any of them had her necklace.
„ Damn it, now how will I ever get it back?" she thought, as she stopped by one of the demons „ And I have to get rid of these somehow as well." She looked at the demons, and then lodged her sword into three of the bodies one by one.
„ This should send them back to their creator!" Or at least that was what she thought. The fourth demon suddenly opened its eyes, and it had its ugly feet-claws around Agnes' ankle in to time. Her reaction was not quick enough, and the demon spread its wings in an instant and flew out the window, holding its captive by the ankle, arse over tip. Upon being taken outside, Agnes managed to seize her balcony's handrail, and she had no intention of letting go of it. The demon tried to pull her harder, and they were both screaming; one with impatience and rage, the other with pain as she could feel her ligaments are on the edge of tearing. Agnes held on, until the moment the demon had turned around to tear her hands off the rail, then she drew her dagger and cut deep into its feet and legs. The beast gave a shriek and flew away into the thick fog, leaving Agnes hanging from the handrail. She quickly climbed up onto the balcony and rushed inside.
„ I have to get out of here! They might not find me in the fog!" she thought. The three demons were still lying on the floor, Agnes passed them by, and grabbed her gripsack throwing its strap over her head for it to be crossed on her chest, so the bag wouldn't fall when she's riding. She rushed out of her room, and while running down the stairs, she put her dark-green cloak on as well. Agnes left the mansion though the main entrance, and headed for the equerry. She quickly saddled Midnight, jumped on his back, and left the equerry as fast as she could. She looked back at her balcony, and saw the three demons, which she thought to have killed, fly out the window. Her eyes widened in horror as the three devilish creatures vanished in the growing fog.
„ How could that be?" ran though her mind, as she turned back and wanted to make Midnight increase the pace, when she felt a heavy blow on her head. It made her fall off her horse, hit the ground, and bump her head hard. She could hear one of the demons land by her, and take her up in its arms, then she fell unconscious with the horrible thought of mortal fear.
Dracula was wandering around his castle impatiently. He walked up walls, above an army of Dwergi who were working under Igor's control, from one tower to the other, all night long. All kinds of thoughts were whirling in his head, evoking feelings of lust, passion and anticipation in his cold, dead heart. His thoughts were mostly troubled by the question how he should behave towards Agnes.
„ She is not like the others after all." ran through his mind „ In her blood at least she isn't!" The thought of her special blood always raised Dracula's smile. Dawn was already closing in, and there was no sign of demons in the castle, their master was waiting for them by the giant gates of the castle, which he opened for this occasion. There were a few snowflakes falling from above, after having covered all in a thick white blanket during the night. The snow clouds were tailing away by the horizon, revealing an orange-pink segment of the sky. The hard wind was blowing in Dracula's face, making a few loose strands of his hair fly around his head. He was concentrating on the demons' dark aura, and could soon feel them approaching.
„ Finally!" He spotted the four flying dark figures moving closer, one of them was carrying something.
„Or somebody." Dracula thought as a smile of great expectations hovered about his lips. Few moments later, the demons were finally above the castle, and intended to fly inside in a hurry, breaking one of the large windows. Dracula gave a smirk at the thought of his windows being destroyed, when the first rays of the Sun appeared on the orange horizon. The sunlight parched and pierced the demons' skin, burnt the flesh off their bones, until all four have turned into ash, and a figure began falling from the sky instantly. Her dark cloak stopped flying around her, as Agnes successfully landed in Dracula's arms, still senseless.
„ Well, what do you know? She actually descended form the sky!" said Dracula upon looking at Agnes' face. She still had her bag's strap across her chest, and the heavy gripsack hung from her back
„ It was very nice of you to bring your gear along, my love. Welcome to my residence, I will show you to your room now." said Dracula to the unconscious Agnes in his arms, whose fate was now up to his mercy. The count turned around and walked back into his castle with a triumphant look on his face, and the large gates closed behind him.
