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their fangs.

“Die, traitor!” one of them roared and threw the first blazing torch.

Elizabeth turned her gaze away slightly from the sudden brightness and realised the woman was there again. She was standing right next to her in the darkness between the old trees, looking on with tear-filled eyes as the first torches broke through the windows and set the curtains on fire. Fascinated, Elizabeth looked at this strangely familiar woman. She looked like her. Perhaps a few years older, but otherwise it was eerily like looking in a mirror.

An unsettling feeling overcame her. In the bedroom in front of the hearth, too, she had seen the similarities, though through the bad light she had discarded the thought. While the flames burnt higher and higher, she looked into the woman’s beautiful, older face. Perhaps there were five years between them, no more. Tears gleamed on the faint red glow on her cheeks while she looked on at the burning house. Her lips were shaking slightly as she breathed deeply. She pressed a bundle closer to her breast and closed her eyes. The next time she looked, Elizabeth saw that chaos had broken out amongst the men, amongst the vampires, on the lawn. Someone was being hauled from the house that had quickly become ablaze.

The woman next to her cramped up as this person was thrown onto the ground. He didn’t try to resist as the vampires beat his body. Again and again she heard bones breaking, heard his fading screams, his gurgles as he choked up blood.

“Stop!” a female voice suddenly called. 

The vampires paused for a moment and pulled their victim up by the hair until he was kneeling gasping in the dirt. His hands were bound. Elizabeth felt nauseous as she recognised the man from the bedroom. She threw a look to the woman in the darkness next to her. Her face was pale and her lips completely drained of blood. Yet she still held the bundle lovingly to her breast and slowly swayed it back and forth.

The female voice rang out again and Elizabeth looked back to the battle field. “Where is the child?” the woman hissed at the victim kneeling in dirt. “Where is it?”

The man lifted his shattered chin. Instead of answering her, he smiled at her triumphantly. Blood welled between his teeth and dripped onto his chest.

The female vampire who had just spoken turned to her companion. The sharp movement made her jet-black hair whip through the air. “Make him talk.”

Elizabeth looked back at the woman again, who was shakingly caressing her bundle. Her gaze was still directed at the torturers who were slowly taking her lover apart. She could hear it; heard his joints crunching as blood ran from his wounds. Suddenly she realised she was crying. She looked at the agonised expression on the woman’s face, saw too that her lips were open in a silent scream. A shrill scream. Shivers broke out on Elizabeth’s skin and her stomach contracted in anger and grief. She could taste blood on her lips. This time it was her own. The screams slowly faded out. The commands of the female vampire were becoming quieter. They became blurry, overlapped, as though a long time was passing in only a few seconds. She looked at the woman’s face while time ran off and the fire slowly transformed the house into ashes. Then the sounds became clear again, more pronounced. She heard a gasping rattling.
    “It was just a distraction!” yelled the female vampire suddenly. “He doesn’t even know where the child is! He just distracted us so that they had time to disappear!”

The man at her feet was little more than a lump of bloody flesh. Still a smile spread across his lips.

The female vampire leaned down towards him. “It’s true isn’t it?” she asked with a deceptively gentle voice. “You really have no idea where they are, do you?”

The man laughed at her.

“Then it’s good that my guards are searching the whole country. We will find your wife and your beloved child,” the woman laughed