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Salaka-Chan 33
Chapter 3 Solitude
A small mound of earth lay before her feet and grew slowly but steadily. Livia had been standing in front of the forest for some time, weighing the pros and cons of the planned action, while she drew concentric circles in the sandy ground with her shoes. Since most of the lower vampires were nocturnal, she decided to enter the forest at dawn and quickly finish the delivery.
Some meters before the entrance she stopped and stayed there for a while. She convulsively searched for excuses to postpone the undertaking until the next day. Unfortunately, to her own annoyance, she had to admit to herself that all ideas were extremely lapidary and would not tolerate, let alone justify, a longer delay.
She gave a resigned sigh and climbed over her artwork into the forest.
The fog was already lifting and the occasional ray of sunshine shone through the foliage. The birds were chirping and the rustling in the undergrowth gave Livia the approximate position of the forest inhabitants. Watchful, the young woman looked at the habitat off the path, but she did not notice any significant changes. She felt neither observed nor in danger. The sphaera sensum was filled with thick grey clouds.
Due to her fast running pace the two small potion vials collided regularly and the red content sloshed up and down.
On her belt waistband was also a small dagger. The handle was made of wood and due to its age, the flower carvings on it were already largely worn off. She was well aware that in an emergency she would not be able to scratch the vampire with this little toothpick and yet it reassured her immensely to carry a weapon with her. She could not help but smile a little.
When was the last time she felt such fear? I
Her eyes became clouded as she pondered lost in thought. Subconsciously, she followed the path deeper and deeper into the forest and gave herself up to the melancholy of the past.
In her mind's eye different sceneries were taking place, but in one of them she paused.
She was then still a child of 5 years old. Her father sent her into the forest alone for the first time to look for dandelions. He told her the place, which was not far from the studio. The clearing was beautiful. The sun bathed the scenery in an almost holy light. Butterflies were flying from flower to flower, mushrooms were growing over the moss-covered tree stumps and even a rabbit was making some quick hooks across the meadow.
Laughing, she ran across the clearing, her fingertips touching the petals. As she settled down on a larger moss area, she glanced at her fingertips. Some pollen had gotten stuck on them and coloured her fingers yellow.
A loud crackling sound startled her.
Five men with heavily worn clothes stood behind her and stared at her with hungry eyes. Her breath accelerated and she was about to start running when one of them grabbed her ankle. Her upper body hit the ground hard and a branch cut her wrist slightly. Scattered drops of blood ran down and seeped into the loose forest floor. One of the men forced himself between her legs and turned her around. With his thick calloused hands he tampered with her trousers.
"Hey Macziek, I didn't know you were a child fucker, you old dog fucker." The men laughed and pushed themselves closer to the action. Pupils dilated and the breath reeked of cheap alcohol. The youngest of the group picked his nose and shortly afterwards put his hand under his waistband.
"We have time, my dearest drinking companion, why don't you start with her upper body? Show us her little tits! "After all, we all want to have a good time, don't we?" The other men grunted and slurred in agreement.
Macziek tore off the trousers of the kicking girl and laughed out loud. "As long as the cunt is tight, age doesn't matter. When I'm done with the little one, you can do what you want with her." The bawling of the men became louder and louder.
Livia's face was already covered with tears and her resistance became weaker and weaker. The grip around her thighs was like a vice and she felt the nails of the man pierce her flesh.
A hand wandered leisurely from her thigh to her upper body.
The last thing she remembered was her scream and the blood on her wrist, then everything went black.
Before her was the Trastamara estate. Dark, mystical and enchanted.
The jingling of spoons and the scattered carcasses of hellhounds and other monstrosities unknown to the young woman did not necessarily help the hunting lodge to a cosy atmosphere. The path to the house was overgrown with weeds and larger tree roots.
Slowly but steadily she continued her way until she stopped in front of the front door. The curtains on the lower floors were drawn, so that one could not look into the building.
After a deep breath she knocked on the big door. Dust came towards her.
When there was no reaction after some time, she tried another knock, but this time more energetically.
The distant chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves in the wind were the only audible sounds in the entire vicinity of the hunting lodge.
She clenched her delicate hands into fists and her facial features hardened. The crazy thought of simply leaving the potions outside the door and running home quickly sprouted in her, but her conscience was not on her mind.
Oh Regis... If I get out of this unscathed, it's going to be very expensive for you.
"I know you're there! You are free to avoid me, but I will enter the house and leave something for you." The young woman's heart seemed to be almost bursting. She felt every heartbeat like a wave in the sea. Her hand trembled slightly as she pushed the simple door handle down.
Darkness and stale air came towards Livia and it felt as if she was entering the seventh circle of hell. An oppressive silence reigned in the rooms while the loud staccato of her heartbeat echoed in her ears.
When she took her first step into the house, the floorboards underneath her creaked.
Her lips pressed into a narrow line, she continued on her way. At the first window she stopped and pushed the curtains aside. She saw countless particles of dust flying through the room, breaking the light of the sun. A glance into the room made her heart almost stop.
The spoon decoration stretched over almost the entire floor. The entire interior was dismantled with brute force and lay scattered on the floorboards. In the walls were huge claw marks.
She worked her way through the house window by window. When she entered the dining kitchen she stopped and sounded the situation. The furniture in this room was still intact and two bowls were lying on the floor. The contents spilled did not look appetizing. The dining table, however, should be sufficient as storage for the potions.
After a short clearing of her throat Livia spoke into the emptiness of the room:
" Regis has asked me to come here and brew you potions for a faster recovery. Well... Here they are." She pulled the two vials from her belt and held them up briefly to place them on the massive dining table.
"I am not here to hurt you, and I will leave right now."
Livia turned to walk when a figure dressed in black stood before her. Her heart stopped for two beats and a scream was heard. She took a step back and pushed against the table, causing one of the vials to crack loudly on the floor.
The red liquid spread between the two of them and the air was sucked in sharply opposite her.
Time seemed to stand still for a short moment.
Piercing blue eyes met emerald green.
The vampire stood in front of the young woman, claws out and fangs gleaming.
"A human can do me no harm."
Livia had to realize that he looked at her with the greatest disgust. Her throat did not make a sound while her gaze continued to focus on the monstrous figure. Her thoughts turned to potential conversation options. None, however, was a satisfactory solution for her.
"Why did Regis send you to me? I can smell his blood, yet he is not here." When Livia made no attempt to answer after a short time, the vampire growled.
Stuttering she replied:
" Regis, ..., he, ..." The vampire took a step towards her and growled, "Speak!"
"Régis, he's my friend.
He's afraid you'll regret his actions in Beauclair and wanted to give you some time to think."
His eyes narrowed. At a speed Livia's eyes could not keep up with, the vampire moved across the room only to smash a chair against the wall shortly afterwards.
The wood burst and the sharp-edged splinters flew through the room.
"And after Rhen..." the vampire cocked his jaws and gazed at his victim like a rabid predator
"And after her he sends a human to me? You lie, cheat and try to take advantage of every situation."
In the enumeration, an unexpected flame of anger glowed in Livia:
"Do you think it's right to pass on one individual's mistake to all the others? Besides, it's always easy to blame others."
"What are you getting at?" His voice had become a soft threatening hiss.
"It's also your fault for falling for her. Almost anyone would probably have seen through her act after a short time. Didn't you want to see the truth? Were her words and touches too sweet?"
The impact against the wall took all the air out of her lungs. Razor-sharp claws drilled into the wall and remained just beside her face.
"The only reason you're still alive is because you're supposedly a friend of Regis. "Get out of here and never come back. If you do, you'll regret it." The vampire disintegrated before her eyes and red mist spread through the window into the open air.
Livia collapsed trembling. Her eyes stared unbelievingly into the room until her lungs ached. She had completely forgotten to breathe.
She felt the grip of the dagger on her forearm and began to laugh hysterically.