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Chapter 20

The great battle and one small fur problem

"Master, can I speak with you?" – Sel finally caught Victor, but he looked very busy.

"Later, miss Kale, I have no time," – he explained, writing something at the table.

"Master! It's very important! – Sel cried in despair.

The grand battle was on the horizon, and everybody were preparing in nervous state. Troop 'C' was walking near Lord Diamond's tent except their commander, who tried to talk with Victor, unfortunately …

"Sorry, miss, not now!" – he raised tone.

"Now!" – she yelled, throwing his paper away. Victor looked at Selina:

"Miss Kale, is troop 'C' ready?

"Yeah …"

"So go and do your job," – Diamond offered politely.

And Sel had to obey. Lora embraced her and said in a sad tone:

"Oh, captain, if I'll die, don't give my lovely dagger, I won in poker, back to Alex! I'm begging you!"

Alexander laughed:

"Don't worry, Lora, you're already dead."

Selin didn't value the joke, as Mirek, who was in a dreary state.

"Stop speaking about death! I've lost too many friends because of humans!" – he pronounced seriously. Sel came to him:

"I miss Karen, too, and I don't want to lose anyone of you, guys. Now… we have much work to do. We must entrench to the manor and find one person there."

"What person?"

"You'll see, Mirek, I can't tell you now."

The full moon was rising, lighting the hill, where were standing four tall figures: Maya, Victor, Luka and Lady Sylvia. The fourth was staring at the enemy's camp far from them.

"The air smells with death," – said Luka, sniffing up.

"What do you think about the battle, ladies and gentlemen?" – asked Victor, calmly. Lady Sylvia breathed in deeply and concentrated on the stars:

"I can't tell exactly, but we have all chances to win. Still that's strange, that Dark lord didn't stop his vassal."

"We fight on the one side with the Holy Order; it was bad idea, Mr. Diamond" - added Maya, rubbing her bare shoulders intensively, she couldn't feel cold, but was worried for someone close, intuition was calling, but she didn't know why.

"Maybe, Miss Fern, but I don't regret for my decision. We had no choice, besides humans have never broken the agreement."

"By the way, I speculated about count's suggestion. And I think we must send one very responsible and brave person to sneak into the manor and find this traitor!" – Maya offered suddenly, surprising older men with her cleverness, as Luka noticed long ago in private talk with her son Romulus: 'Your mother is as dangerous as beautiful and it mixes with wit and perfidy, amazing for woman.'

"Maybe this is you – the traitor! – smirked Lady Sylvia, - "Devolio was your lover, father of exiled Romulus!"

Maya hissed, baring fangs, and adopted the attitude of jump. Witch created a wooden stake in her hand.

"Enough! Lady Sylvia, it's illogically to blame Miss Fern! She has no motives!" – Victor separated women with himself.

They looked at each other and calmed down.

"Very well, I guess Miss Selina Kale is the right candidacy. Sometimes she can be too impulsive, but I trust her most," – continued Diamond. Others nodded, and then Luka broke the silent:

"Of course, this turned is a good one; still she needs someone to backstop her. I recommend Miss Kiara Moon." "The half-breed?"

"Right, Victor, my son told me that Miss Moon is devoted to Selina with all heart. What do you think?"

"I agree."

Victor knew the hidden thoughts of Luka; werewolf expected Ki to die, saving her friend, as Fellan wished to marry her. Kiara was the half-breed – daughter of human and a werewolf, opposite her Fellan was born in an ancient noble family.

Vampire didn't want to interfere in things far of his mind.

After the few minutes of silent, Maya directed finger on the dark figures, floating in the sky:

"Look, shadow creatures are gathering. It's time!"

Dracula was standing on the top of the hill, where he could observe the camp of enemy. While he was thinking, a tall man figure in black cloak appeared beside him.

"Ah, Devolio, I haven't seen you since I was in hell for the past time," – Vlad spoke calmly. Lord Devolio had short auburn hair and big bright red eyes; He supported Lucifer when archangel fought for omnipotence, thousands years ago.

"Greeting you, the 'son' of the Dark lord." – grinned Devolio derisively.

"What have you forgotten here?" – Count was losing self-confident-control.

"Calm down, I just wanted to talk," – explained demon.

Dracula waved hand, letting him to speak. Devolio was in fury from this action, he – the great demon, right hand of the devil himself, the mighty ancient lord of underground world, asks for an audience … and whom! The cur of religious fanatic, marionette of Satan!

"The only reason, why shouldn't I destroy you now for this audacity, is because the Dark lord cherishes you!" – He roared with his eyes changed into hollow black. Vlad didn't comment, just smirked.

"Nevertheless, I came to say that …

"Beautiful night …" – sighed Lora, admiring the scenery, while standing in the center of an immortal army of vampires with Mirek and Alexander face to older men in red cloaks. Selin was behind Victor, who raised hand, asking for silence, the crowd stopped whispering, and the great vampire started the speech to raise combat spirit:

"Vampires! Natural and turned! Tonight we'll pay for our faults! This war will decide what race is the ruling. We're not the most ancient, but we born to hold this world in our hands! We must win and declare our powerfulness! Whose blood will stream down this sinful land!"

"Demons'!" – hissed vampires in chorus.

"Brave soldiers of the Holy Order! We must save thousands lives of innocent people! I give you my blessing, and the blessing of our Saint church! The God is with us!" – Cardinal crisscrossed the army and yielded place for general.

"Thank you, saint father, and now … let's kill them all and clean this land from devil!" – exclaimed Malletty, raising his sword. Humans in helmets with letters 'H.O.' (A/n: Holy Order, remember?) yelled in sign of agreement. Only Van Helsing shook head, he knew that it won't be so easy …

Everything was quiet … very quiet and peaceful. Only the wind and the moonlight were playing on the plain. Stars were shining brightly, mixing with transparent formless creatures, floating in the air. Suddenly shadow creatures lowered and started spinning around the grand army, consisted from demons, the most aggressive and dangerous in the hell. Lord Devolio on a black horse raised hand, and crowds of monsters moved, crossing swords, fangs and claws with armies of humans and night creatures. Clank of weapons, whistle of bullets, hiss, screams and howl mixed into one picture. It was one of the most important battles, which will be included into the witches' chronicles and named 'The Battle of two Worlds' (means underworld and human world).

Meanwhile mongrels and vampires were flashing in the dark sky, arguing for superiority. Witches were lighting up the night with their spells against shadow creatures – stealers of human souls. Werewolves and soldiers of the Holy Order were fighting with demons.

So the way to the manor was opened. Selina and Kiara, in her werewolf form, sneaked into the gloomy house, exchanging comments:

"Oh, I need to be there! In the center of the battle, near my command! – bemoaned Selin, clambering by a wall, covered with ivy.

"Stop complaining!" – roared Ki on the ground.

"I'm not complaining! I'm just …" – she shut up, getting into the small window, hid from strangers' eyes. Sel found herself in the attic, full of old schlock and dust. She coughed and teleported to the ground floor then opened the door and exclaimed:

"Welcome!"

Kiara came in, but not alone.

"Wait a minute! What's he doing here!" – Selina couldn't believe her eyes, staring at Van Helsing, dirty from demons' blood and awfully tired, but with fire in his eyes.

"Gabriel will help us," – explained Ki, calmly.

"Gabriel?" – smirked vampiress, - "you've already call him Gabriel?"

"That's my name," – said hunter, breathing heavily.

"Alright, come in," – Selin turned back to them and looked around.

"Cardinal told me about this traitor and ordered to search the manor," – Gabriel told to Kiara, while they were walking to the first floor.

"We got the same order!"

Meanwhile the corridor became longer and longer …

Sel stomped heel by the old thin wooden floor:

"Bad builder, I must say. Be careful."

The corridor became darker and the atmosphere was deadly hot.

"Something is wrong," – said Van Helsing, wiping droplets of the perspiration from the forehead and fanning with his hat.

"Even I feel cold!" – agreed vampiress, rubbing her shoulders.

Kiara flinched:

"Cold! Are you serious! I'm dying from heat and you're freezing!"

Werewolf jumped on her place and … crashed the floor with all her weight. Floorboards whacked and a large hole appeared. Flames were adown, and fire was licking paws of Kiara, who was holding by the hot rough wall with claws.

"HELP! Please!" – she yelled, scratching the wall in fright.

"Hold on!" – cried Gabriel, stretching hands to the poor girl, but she was too heavy in her wolf form.

"Selin, help me!" – he addressed to vampiress. Sel was trembling near the wall:

"It's a hell! Hell!" – she screamed, feeling the awful flame burning inside her.

The hunter bent over the edge, and Kiara pierced his arms, while climbing by him. When she was saved, the hole closed and the floor restored up.

"Thank you!" – Ki embraced Gabriel tightly. He coughed and released politely, then touched deep wounds on his arms, breathing heavily. Kiara caressed Selina's face, calming her down:

"It was so close! The hell! Those screams, fire, I can't take it anymore!" – whispered Sel, hiding bloody tears, escaping her eyes.

"What screams, darling?" – asked Ki.

"Screams of all my victims filled my head … it was ..."

"Wait, we have one a-a …" – she looked at Gabriel, - " … small fur problem …"