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Chapter 14: The Hungarian Stroll
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It was the day for me to start to kick some furred butt by the order of Lord Tepes to claim Dracula's greatest item- his sword.
We are not talking about a mere artefact he built once he became a Vampire, it was the item that made him one of the strongest Vampire ever. It was a Tepes legacy item that had long been sought but never claimed properly due to numerous reasons.
At first, it was a vehement protection set up by the a Slavic Religious Cult, then it was due to a Catholic Order setting up barriers and turning the location of Dracula's tomb as some sort of headquarters- then the Commies came through, killed the Religious Cult and allowed werewolves to set up a nest or two there.
All in all, this was a fuck-up and a half that I was meant to solve and I had a few indications on how to do it as I knew I couldn't rely on others due to the strict limitations my 'father-in-law' put me through. So, here I was in front of my house and... giving a goodbye to the girls and Fredi as I prepared for the trip.
They were all confident of my success but-
"But I wanted to play some more!" Valerie was a bit upset. Not enough to be tamed through hugging, and enough to be headpatted into her peaceful mood.
But while everyone there was of that kind of 'upset' that didn't go too far, there was someone that I forgot to mention in my last 'recording'. The reason why Draculina has been 'skipping' on being around was due to the sort of magical training she went through. Shapeshifting for a Vampire is something that can be achieved through some bloodline relations and some changes tended to be permanent if some steps are followed.
So, when 'puberty' came, Draculina developed in a way that was easy to see and the purpose of such 'development' as clear as a sunny sky.
"I will miss you the most, dear husband~," Draculina announced, using her magic to shape a red heart for her to hold beside her jiggly large breasts. Her outfit had also suffered some changes as she her side boobs were revealed and her short skirt barely hid her voluptuous butt and revealing panties.
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I want to boast that I had pushed her to be this slutty, in truth I just spanked her a few times, told her she was a little bitch and she started to build ideas from that.
I really want to claim this as my success, but the sheer amount of nagging she made through her gigantic tits were somewhat frustrating for me to just see as a boon. And today was no different as she tried her hardest to gain my attention by jiggly them tiddies a bit more.
What she got was a sudden case of titty-twisting that suppressed any forwardness in return of-
"Kyah~! Not so rough~."
"Pervy slut," I flatly called her, the insult only making her wetter as a result. I turned to Walburga, the witch already aware of what this stare was all about. "I leave her to your care."
"T-The Witch? Why not Valerie?"
"Because Burga knows how to play with your awkward libido, 'Lina," I remarked flatly, catching her face by forcibly cupping her with my hands. "Plus, we both know you like it the most when you get dommed properly."
The blush burning her face was a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure and I gave her a smile.
"Will you do your best to not be such a bitch?"
"...I-I will."
"Do you want a kiss before I leave?"
She nodded excitedly and I leaned in for a soft peck. She came hard right as our lips touched. She had definitely been teasing her snatch before now, and this was the drop that broke the vase. I ignored this, leaving the responsibility to clean up to Walburga. The girl already grimacing, but still smiling as I waved them all as I left.
Once I was out of sight, I picked up my pace as I had a few Time-Stops to go through. I had been tempted to use normal means of transportation to reach Hungary, but I had noticed how 'spied upon' I was and decided it was only proper to get out of sight before falling to a stupid ambush and trigger a new spark for the civil war.
Yawning a bit, I was soon rushing through the path leading to west. I paused a few times to catch clues on where I was, refusing to get lost because I was so impatient to get back and... I have to say that I never thought of exploring much over the Balkans. I mean, sure, I have other shit to do and I couldn't be bothered most of the time, but my ability and my unique lifespan allowed me to pretty much take long breaks and go around for a walk.
Hence why I took a few selfies along the way. There were some pretty sights, and I memorized those as I knew those would do for some wonderfully isolated but still lovely picnics with the others. Man, it's sad that this kind of places were 'hidden' to those delving into social stuff.
And this better not become reason to get lambasted about 'touching grass' because I will start 'touching blood' if I have to.
The region was also starting to stabilize through some clever 'monetary injections' to favor some parts compared to others. The end result was that the Balkans were about to go through a full peace after so long and it would guarantee for more investment opportunities.
Still, my road to Hungary was still a troubled one for a very simple reason- the presence of Werewolves extended far further and far widespread compared to merely say 'a nest or two'. That used to be the way things started, but Bulgaria had a large concentration of Dog-People that rendered trips through it difficult. Hell, they even had their own administration that acted as the 'official' group in charge of things.
Considering how decentralized it was, however, the truth was that no one was really in charge of the werewolves. So yeah, it was 'fine' to enter these domains without first going through a legal process. There was none to begin with.
I passed near some of the camps, noticing how those tended to be less civilized and yet far bigger the deeper I got into their territory. At a certain point, however, I got a bit bored and started to cause 'trouble' for some of those tribes. In the specific, those that had actually captured humans.
There was nothing that forced these doggies to eat human flesh, so I decided to be a good guy, free all of those that got captured and set them free and out of the time stop when they were far away from these camps and near the nearest settlements.
Roughly fifty people can now kiss my ass and call me daddy as far as I was concerned.
Within ten minutes (excluding the time I spent within the time-stops) I was already entering Budapest and getting myself cozy by the hotel I paid for. It was not a 5 Stars deal, but the place was just gorgeous and the room service was optimal. I didn't need to waste too much time there anyway. I just needed a tiny break before getting to my real destination.
While Dracula's sword was said to be in Hungary, it is not truly known its precise whereabouts beyond the fact it was deep in Werewolf Territory. And while the 'easiest' path was to beat some answers out of smart mutts, the truth is that the real solution was within the capital.
Not the doggies, not fellow vampires, but a small community which I had entertained some indirect deals with in the last few years. And this group was the dwarves.
"Master Mjoldus, I believe we spoke through seal before this," I said as I entered a 'simple' blacksmith. The place was quite empty at this hour and the man in charge of it was a guy of the short kind. No one would suspect that 'Dwarves' were real, not with the fake name he was using on the common basis compared to his real one.
The guy perked right as he heard my voice and saw my entrance.
"Oh- Lord Vladi-Manthar," He replied jovially. "I thought it would have taken a few hours for you to reach this place. I would have been more prepared-"
"It's alright, Master Mjoldus. I am in a hurry, and I don't seek to burden your schedule for long," I assured politely. "How about we take this to somewhere more private."
"Sure thing! Follow me, please."
The other workers merely nodded or stared. None was normal humans as Master Mjoldus has a thing to hire 'stray' monsters to work at his business. It was a way to guarantee a loyal base, while also having people that didn't need to be kept in the dark on his real nature as a dwarf.
We were soon dealing with the main reason for my visit as he gave me a folder with documentation. As a weapon maker, it is important for a Dwarf like Mjoldus to keep a journal regarding the existence of mystical weapons within his area of work- in this case, Dracula's swords was the product of his Master's Master's hardship. It was a fine piece for a murderous man and it was not suited for normal combat due to the main goal to cause 'pain and blooddrain' to those attacked by the blade.
The paper explained how there were some galleries build during the Reinassance, with some of those leading into the domain where Dracula's sword. But while I was reading the precise directions to take to find the domain, Mjoldus grumbled.
"Before I leave you to handle this, Young Vampire, there's something else I believe you need to be warned about."
I peeked from the paperwork. "That is?"
"When the Religious Order left the domain with the arrival of the Soviet troops, they left a peculiar werewolf in charge of keeping all potential thieves and vampires away from the blade. This unique monster has long commuted with fellow werewolves and its line is revered as the sole guardians to such an item. If you seek to claim it, you will have to fight the current guardian."
I was a bit surprised by this. I mean, I had been curious on why Werewolves were littering this area despite vampires having governed it for so long until a few centuries ago. Still, this warning came with extra seriousness. Master Mjoldus was usually an experienced coach in combat, so he could tell my current strength alone would match or even be too little to fight off the monster.
Luckily enough, I could stop time and rely on my shadow form.
"I will keep an eye out on this. Thank you."
He smiled, and proceeded to give me a pitch for discounted silver stakes that could be used against primal werewolves. I actually bought a few as I knew this could be the kind of monster that can be beated only through these items. Either those, or I had to get 'really creative' about it.
What I didn't know, was that the true solution was something I could really do with ease and... it was far from violent.
AN
Next time, some combatting! And some interesting discovery on this 'unique werewolf line'. Let's just say the truth is a bit more distorted than that and calling it a 'werewolf' is lore-wise incorrect.