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Chapter 1083: Sleeping Wolf
Alcott walked toward the man's farm, the sun was still up and its rays rained down from the heavens, passing through the trees, casting a dark shadow on the shed where those people lived.
Alcott heard the cows on the side, he looked and saw all of the cattle herded into one pen like humans in a walled city, looking around in confusion. They've never been herded like this before, putting a lot of stress on them.
"Master!" The old man approached Alcott with a worried face. He glanced at the animals with a sad stare. "Pettyful creatures, what a shame. Those cows had the biggest udder in the whole village. Pure Riverwood breed."
"They stay there until an expert comes to inspect them. If they're sick, we'll arrow them down and burn their corpses. Won't risk it spreading to the whole village's cattle." Alcott walked to the tree and sat beneath it, "I'll sit guard. You go on about your lives."
"Master, would you want me to bring you something to eat or drink?" Alcott looked at the man, smelling his sweat, hearing his heart beating rapidly, his fingers were shaking as his lips held shut, even his busy heart wasn't able to hide his gulping.
Alcott immediately knew the man was up to no good. He could call him out, but the vampire might run away, he should play along until the beast is within striking range. This is a village after all, if a massive fight broke out with a two thousand year old vampire lord, the death toll would be enough to even make him puke.
"You've my thanks, and don't worry, you'll get compensated in full if the coins I gave you weren't enough." Alcott waited as the old man hurried back inside. The closer the old man got to the house, the louder his heart roared. Alcott couldn't tell if he was afraid of the beast inside the house or that he was feeling guilty about deceiving him.
An hour later the man came to Alcott with a plate full of meat and a large mug of wine. It only took Alcott one look to notice something. Such a poor farmer shouldn't be able to afford such wine. It's not like they can't afford it, it's such a big waste that it might cost him a child's life in the winter.
Even the meat had a ton of spices on it, cooked in a hurry, but still those spices would've cost a fortune. ^Strong wine and spices, hiding the smell of poison. Should be enough to kill a large bear if they needed to take such measures to hide it.^
Arad could feel it, if any normal person were to eat this food and drink this wine, they might instantly puke their organs out. But he could feel it, no, he could see an eye staring at him from the crack in the shed's walls.
"What kind of wine is this?" Alcott asked, lifting the mug and looked at it with a lifted eyebrow. "Northern black berry." The old man replied.
"Never tasted such a thing before? Is it strong? I'm not that good with Alcohol." He smiled, poking his finger inside the mug and then licked it to tasted the wine. "It tastes amazing…fuck it, let those old farts scold me later, no use wasting such a feast." With just that taste he determined that the poison used was a sleeping one and not as much as he expected. The vampire probably wants to catch him alive, just one looked at Alcott's body, and he seems like a good candidate for a spawn.
After finishing his meal, Alcott started feeling drowsy, sleepy, his eyes felt heavier than the mountains. He could easily resist such a poison if he let his werewolf blood suppress it. Werewolves have a power resistance to poisons and alcohol thanks to their thick blood and massive liver.
But now…It'll be easier to let the vampire's slaves take him to it rather than try to chase it without being discovered. He fell on his face…asleep. 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The old man leaned forward, looking at Alcott's face and touched his neck. Cold skin, almost no pulse and breathing slower than a corpse…deep asleep enough to be mistaken for a corpse. They could chop him to pieces and he won't ever wake up.
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Claug was watching Alcott from the castle using her crystall orb. Elizabeth, who was behind her, wore a terrified face. "We should send someone to help him!" She cried.
"The wolf is asleep beneath the tree…two eyes closed…" She looked at Elizabeth with a smile, "There is no need to worry about him."
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"Please forgive me master…" The man grabbed Alcott by the shoulder and tried to drag him into the house, failing miserably. Alcott's armor alone weighed a lot, the poor man almost snapped his back trying to move him.
The poor man called his wife to help him drag Alcott inside, and even with them both working their backs out, they barely managed to get him inside. Elizabeth was watching with growing fear, she covered her face the moment the inside of the house showed.
Walls painted red with blood, ripped furniture and a bloodied woman. She looked at Elizabeth's age, sitting on a bloodied chair, brushing her long red hair. Beautiful fair skin, brown eyes, and a face full of freckles.
The husband and wife dropped Alcott on the ground, falling to the ground with exhausted breaths. He lay face down, asleep yet his ears and senses still wide open, he could smell the blood, hear them speak and sense the monster sitting before him.
The young woman has the same smell as Alicia, but a bit fresher, her younger sister probably, but they couldn't be a year apart…and what's most important…she isn't his target.
^A vampire spawn, two days old, no, less than that? If I reveal myself to her, the vampire lord will flee…^ But he was aware that if they captured him then the vampire lord must want to turn him into a vampire spawn…she won't dare kill him or suck his blood, which mean she'll never find he's already a vampire.
The young woman stood from her chair and approached Alcott, sniffed his neck, "Not young, but still strong. Master would be pleased." She licked her lips, "What a shame…I can't suck your blood."
"Isn't this enough…" The old man gasped, "We've got him for you…would you please…"
"Hehe…" She giggled, "Fool human, do you think I'm still your daughter?" Foot long claws extended from her fingers. Sister got what she deserved, and you'll be next. I wonder what color your organs are."
Normal humans have no chance against a vampire spawn, even one this weak. A single swipe of her claws would be enough to rip through one foot thick wooden logs, cutting a man in half is as easy as cutting through air.
The old couple will die…they won't even be able to take a single step before their blood spills. Alcott on the ground was listening. If he keeps pretending to be asleep, the old couple would die…but if he acts, the vampire lord would escape and probably cause a massive disaster.
The right decision was clear, keep the act and let them die. The vampire lord is too big of a threat to too many people than that.
"All those days…" She growled, her voice growing deeper with each word, "You don't know how many times I wished I could cut you apart and that day had finally come…" Veins bulged all over her body as she lunged forward, swinging her massive claws at her father.
THUD! A hand grabbed her by the ankle, causing her to fall face first to the ground. She looked back and saw Alcott had grabbed her foot. She hissed at him like a snake, her jaw opening wide and revealing a row of sharp teeth decorated with two-inch long fangs.
Alcott immediately pulled her back and threw her at the table. He could barely stand like a newborn goat, showing that the poison still affected him. The spawn roared at him with rage, her visage looking and less and less human by the second.
"Run!" Alcott growled at the two but the old man shouted back, "That's my daughter! Don't kill her!"
"We've already lost one! We don't want to lose the other!" The mother cried with tears flowing down her face.
Alcott grabbed a tankard of water and threw it at them, "I said get out!"
The spawn turned into a mist of red smoke, rushing toward Alcott. He lifted his sword and blocked her claw attack. Sparks flew everywhere as she looked surprised. The power granted to her was great, yet this man managed to block her attack? No, he's probably used to hunting monsters while this is her first real fight.
She kept flying around him as mist, attacking left and right until she realised something, he is protecting her parents. A smile crossed her face as she weaved around, grabbed Alcott by the arm and threw him all around the room like a ragdoll.
The more she fought, the more at ease she felt with her body and reaction speed, soon this powerful fighter will be nothing but a helpless newborn sheep before her, ready for slaughter.
At one point Alcott thrust his sword at her and she used her reaction speed to pull her father and put him between them, ^If he is fighting so hard to save…let's break his spirit.^ Alcott's sword pierced the father's chest and she gasped for air, falling to the ground with blood rushing out of his chest.
The mother screamed in the back and Alcott growled in rage, chasing after the spawn all over the room.
Then, as she was trying to escape his rage, he managed to slash her back, causing her to scream. She turned toward him with a claw swing only for him to slash her arm off and kick her so hard that she wished she didn't start this fight.
Desperate, she grabbed her mother and pointed her claw at her neck, "One move and I'll flay her like a fish!"
"Vampires don't take prisoners." Alcott rushed in and stabbed the mother alongside the spawn. The mother fell to the ground bleeding to death and the spawn growled as her fight with Alcott kept on for another minute.
The spawn finally stood there, Alcott on the ground. Her whole body was covered in slashes and she was too exhausted to fight any longer. People have already heard the fighter and are knocking on the door. A single pitchfork is enough to kill her.
She could suck her parents' blood to heal but that would take long enough for everyone to come in and finish her.
Alcott was unconscious on the floor so she grabbed him and crawled to the back of the house, sneaking out through the cellar. There was the entrance of a cave system, a tight hole and a tighter squeeze to get through, but with her ridiculous strength she could force herself and Alcott inside.
Of course, she immediately smashed the entrance to prevent anyone from chasing them.
When the people rushed into the house, they found the massacre, but surprisingly both parents were still alive. The stab wounds they sustained perfectly missed their organs, dealing enough pain to knock them out yet not enough to kill them.
As the spawn dragged Alcott through the cave he was smiling inside. ^Thank the god this newborn spawn is dumb…as you'd expect from a farmgirl, she couldn't tell what the fuck I was doing.^
Regular people can't stand against a vampire spawn, even a weak newborn one.
䪄䍣䤢㩤 㿟㽻䧐䤢㲌㲌䯆 㲌㜽䖓 䬽㽻䍣䤢 䏘䉶 䤢䧐㩤 䪡䑏㜽 䍣䉶㲌㲌㜽㩤 䉶䧐 䖓䑏㜽 䆵㜽㩤䈳 䑏㜽䍣 䑏㽻㺚䪡 䪡䖓㽻㲌㲌 䖓䒿㽻䖓䬍䑏㽻䧐䏘 䤢䪡 䪡䑏㜽 䏘䍣䉶䤢䧐㜽㩤䕬 "䪄䍣㜽 䯆䉶䞞 䉶䭫䤢䯆㴧" 䩎㜽 䤢䪡䭫㜽㩤 䤢䧐㩤 䪡䑏㜽 䪡㲌䉶䒿㲌䯆 䖓䞞䍣䧐㜽㩤 䖓䉶䒿䤢䍣㩤 䑏㽻䯹䈳 "䜐'䯹 㿟㽻䧐㜽…㽻䏘䧐䉶䍣㽻䧐䏘 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䯹䯆 䤢䪡䪡 㿟㜽㜽㲌䪡 㲌㽻䭫㜽 㽻䖓'䪡 䉶䧐 㿟㽻䍣㜽䕬" 䕇䑏㜽 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䆵䤢䬍䭫䈳 䑏㜽䍣 䆵䞞䖓䖓 䒿䤢䪡 䆵䍣㽻䏘䑏䖓 䍣㜽㩤䕬
㿌㽻䧐䤢 䤢㺚㺚䍣䉶䤢䬍䑏㜽㩤 䖓䑏㜽 䆵㜽㩤 䤢䧐㩤 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䬍㲌䉶䪡㜽䍣 䤢䖓 䬽㽻䍣䤢䈳 䍣㜽䤢䬍䑏㽻䧐䏘 㿟䉶䍣䒿䤢䍣㩤 䤢䧐㩤 䖓䉶䞞䬍䑏㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 䑏㽻㺚䪡䈳 䬍䤢䞞䪡㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 䖓䉶 䪡䑏䍣㽻㜽䭫 㽻䧐 㺚䤢㽻䧐䕬 "䫒䉶䧐'䖓…䖓䉶䞞䬍䑏 㽻䖓䕬" 䬽㽻䍣䤢 䬍䍣䤢䒿㲌㜽㩤 䤢䒿䤢䯆 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䖓㜽䤢䍣㿟䞞㲌 㜽䯆㜽䪡䕬
"㾏㽻䧐㜽…䆵䞞䖓 䜐'䯹 䪡䖓㽻㲌㲌 䪡䉶䍣㜽…" 䬽㽻䍣䤢 䪡䖓䉶㺚㺚㜽㩤 䍣㜽䪡㽻䪡䖓㽻䧐䏘䕬
"䫒䉶䧐'䖓 䒿䉶䍣䍣䯆䈳 䜐'㲌㲌 䆵㜽 䏘㜽䧐䖓㲌㜽䕬" 㿌㽻䧐䤢 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䑏㜽䍣 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䤢 䪡䯹㽻㲌㜽 䤢䧐㩤 䬽㽻䍣䤢 䒿䤢䪡䧐'䖓 䆵䞞䯆㽻䧐䏘 㽻䖓䕬 "㿌䑏䤢䖓'䪡 䒿䑏䤢䖓 䯹䯆 䯹䉶䯹 䞞䪡㜽㩤 䖓䉶 䪡䤢䯆 䒿䑏㜽䧐 䪡䑏㜽 䆵䤢䖓䑏㜽㩤 䯹㜽 䤢䪡 䤢 㲌㽻䖓䖓㲌㜽 䏘㽻䍣㲌䕬 䜐'㲌㲌 䆵㜽 䏘㜽䧐䖓㲌㜽䈳 䪡䑏㜽 䪡䤢㽻㩤䈳 䖓䑏㜽䧐 䪡䬍䍣䞞䆵䆵㜽㩤 䯹㜽 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䖓䑏㽻䧐䏘 㲌㽻䭫㜽 䪡䑏㜽 㽻䪡 㺚㜽㜽㲌㽻䧐䏘 䤢 㺚䉶䖓䤢䖓䉶䕬"
䬽㽻䍣䤢 䆵㲌㽻䧐䭫㜽㩤䈳 䍣㜽䤢䬍䑏㽻䧐䏘 䆵䤢䬍䭫 䤢䧐㩤 䬍䤢䍣㜽䪡䪡㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 䆵䞞䖓䖓…䤢㲌㲌 䖓䑏㜽 㺚䤢㽻䧐 䑏䤢㩤 㿟䤢㩤㜽㩤 䤢䒿䤢䯆 㲌㽻䭫㜽 㽻䖓 䒿䤢䪡 䧐䉶䖓䑏㽻䧐䏘 䆵䞞䖓 䤢 㩤䍣㜽䤢䯹䕬 "䜐䖓 㩤䉶㜽䪡䧐'䖓 䑏䞞䍣䖓 䤢䧐䯆䯹䉶䍣㜽䕬"
䪄䍣䤢㩤 䍣㜽䤢䬍䑏㜽㩤 㿟䉶䍣䒿䤢䍣㩤 䤢䧐㩤 䏘䍣䤢䆵䆵㜽㩤 䑏㜽䍣 䑏䤢䧐㩤䈳 䪡㲌䉶䒿㲌䯆 㺚䞞㲌㲌㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 䖓䉶䒿䤢䍣㩤 䑏㽻䯹䕬 "䪄䪡 㲌䉶䧐䏘 䤢䪡 䯆䉶䞞 㜽䧐㩤䞞䍣㜽 䖓䑏㜽 㽻䧐㽻䖓㽻䤢㲌 㺚䤢㽻䧐䈳 䯆䉶䞞䍣 䆵䉶㩤䯆 䒿䉶䞞㲌㩤 䍣䤢㺚㽻㩤㲌䯆 䑏㜽䤢㲌䕬" 䩎㜽 䪡䤢䖓 䑏㜽䍣 䉶䧐 䑏㽻䪡 㲌䤢㺚䕬 䩎㽻䪡 䑏䤢䧐㩤䪡 䬍䤢䍣㜽䪡䪡㜽㩤 䑏㜽䍣 䆵䉶䪡䉶䯹䈳 䉶䧐㜽 䪡㲌䉶䒿㲌䯆 䍣䞞䆵䆵㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 䪡䖓䉶䯹䤢䬍䑏䈳 䖓㽻䬍䭫㲌㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 䆵㜽㲌㲌䯆 䆵䞞䖓䖓䉶䧐䕬
"䅍䉶 䧐㜽㜽㩤 㿟䉶䍣 䯹䉶䍣㜽䕬" 䪄䍣䤢㩤 䑏㜽㲌㩤 䑏㜽䍣 㽻䧐 䤢 䑏䞞䏘䈳 "䌭䞞䪡䖓 䍣㜽䪡䖓 䤢 䆵㽻䖓䕬"
䬽㽻䍣䤢 䏘㽻䏘䏘㲌㜽㩤䈳 㲌㜽䤢䧐㽻䧐䏘 䉶䧐 䑏㽻䪡 䬍䑏㜽䪡䖓䈳 "䜐㿟 䯆䉶䞞 䒿䤢䧐䖓 䯹䉶䍣㜽…䒿䑏䯆 㩤䉶䧐'䖓 䯆䉶䞞 䑏䤢䖫㜽 䪡䉶䯹㜽 䖓㽻䯹㜽 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䑏㜽䍣䕬" 䩎㜽䍣 㜽䯆㜽䪡 䖓䞞䍣䧐㜽㩤 䖓䉶䒿䤢䍣㩤 㿌㽻䧐䤢䕬 "䜐䪡䧐'䖓 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䍣㽻䏘䑏䖓㴧"
"㬍㜽 䬍䤢䧐'䖓 㩤䉶 䖓䑏䤢䖓䕬" 䪄䍣䤢㩤 䍣㜽㺚㲌㽻㜽㩤䈳 "䜐䖓 䒿䉶䧐'䖓 䆵㜽 䏘䉶䉶㩤 㿟䉶䍣 䑏㜽䍣䕬"
㿌㽻䧐䤢 䂻䞞㽻䬍䭫㲌䯆 䬍䉶䖫㜽䍣㜽㩤 䑏㜽䍣䪡㜽㲌㿟䈳 "䬽䤢䪡䖓㜽䍣 㽻䪡 䍣㽻䏘䑏䖓䕬 䱙䤢㩤䯆 䬽㽻䍣䤢䈳 㺚㲌㜽䤢䪡㜽 㿟䉶䍣䏘㽻䖫㜽 䯹㜽 䆵䞞䖓 䜐 䬍䤢䧐'䖓 䑏䉶㲌㩤 䑏㽻䯹 㿟䉶䍣 䯆䉶䞞䕬"
㿌㽻䧐䤢 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䒿䉶䍣䍣㽻㜽㩤 䤢䧐㩤 䪡䑏䉶䉶䭫 䑏㜽䍣 䑏㜽䤢㩤䈳 "㪈㲌㜽䤢䪡㜽 㿟䉶䍣䏘㽻䖫㜽 䯹㜽䕬 䜐 㩤䉶䧐'䖓 䒿䤢䧐䖓 䖓䉶 䪡㺚㜽䤢䭫 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 㽻䖓䕬"
"䕇䉶 䯆䉶䞞 䭫䧐䉶䒿 䤢䧐㩤 䬍䤢䧐 䖓㜽㲌㲌 䯹㜽䕬 㣼䞞䖓 䯆䉶䞞 㩤䉶䧐'䖓 䒿䤢䧐䖓 䖓䉶…" 䬽㽻䍣䤢 䏘䍣䤢䆵䆵㜽㩤 㿌㽻䧐䤢 䆵䯆 䖓䑏㜽 䑏䤢䧐㩤䪡䈳 "䄏䖫㜽䧐 㽻㿟 䜐 䆵㜽䏘䏘㜽㩤 㿟䉶䍣 㽻䖓㴧 㬍䑏䤢䖓'䪡 䆵䉶䖓䑏㜽䍣㽻䧐䏘 䯆䉶䞞㴧"
䬽㽻䍣䤢 䪡䤢䖓 䉶䧐 䖓䑏㜽 䆵㜽㩤 䤢䧐㩤 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䖓䑏㜽 䬍㜽㽻㲌㽻䧐䏘 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䤢 䪡䤢㩤 䪡䯹㽻㲌㜽䈳 "䜐䖓 䧐㜽䖫㜽䍣 䬍䑏䤢䧐䏘㜽㩤…" 䕇䑏㜽 䪡㲌䉶䒿㲌䯆 䖓䞞䍣䧐㜽㩤 䖓䉶䒿䤢䍣㩤 䪄䍣䤢㩤䈳 "䜐'䖫㜽 䤢㲌䒿䤢䯆䪡 䒿䤢䧐䖓㜽㩤 䖓䉶 䪡㺚㜽䤢䭫 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䯆䉶䞞 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 䪡䉶䯹㜽䖓䑏㽻䧐䏘 䆵䞞䖓 䧐㜽䖫㜽䍣 䏘䉶䖓 䖓䑏㜽 䬍䑏䤢䧐䬍㜽…䧐䉶䈳 䜐'䖫㜽 䧐㜽䖫㜽䍣 䏘䤢䖓䑏㜽䍣㜽㩤 䖓䑏㜽 䬍䉶䞞䍣䤢䏘㜽 䖓䉶 䪡㺚㜽䤢䭫 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 㽻䖓䕬"
"䜐䪡 㽻䖓 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 䖓䑏䤢䖓㴧" 㿌㽻䧐䤢 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䑏㜽䍣 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䤢 䒿䉶䍣䍣㽻㜽㩤 㿟䤢䬍㜽 䤢䧐㩤 䬽㽻䍣䤢 䪡䯹㽻㲌㜽㩤䈳 "䜐䖓 㽻䪡䕬"
䕇䑏㜽 㲌㜽䤢䧐㜽㩤 䉶䧐 䑏㽻䪡 䬍䑏㜽䪡䖓䈳 "䜐㿟 䜐 䬍䉶䞞㲌㩤 䭫㜽㜽㺚 䯆䉶䞞 䤢㲌㲌 㿟䉶䍣 䯹䯆䪡㜽㲌㿟 䜐 䒿䉶䞞㲌㩤'䖫㜽 㩤䉶䧐㜽 㽻䖓䕬 䪄㲌㲌 㩤䤢䯆䈳 䤢㲌㲌 䧐㽻䏘䑏䖓䈳 䉶䧐㲌䯆 䯹㜽 䤢䧐㩤 䯆䉶䞞 䤢䧐㩤 䧐䉶 䉶䧐㜽 㜽㲌䪡㜽…䬽㜽䍣㽻㩤䤢 㩤㽻㩤䧐'䖓 䤢䏘䍣㜽㜽…" 䕇䑏㜽 䬍䑏䞞䬍䭫㲌㜽㩤䕬
㿌㽻䧐䤢 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䪄䍣䤢㩤䈳 "㿌䑏㜽 䒿㽻䖫㜽䪡 䖓䤢㲌䭫㜽㩤 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 䖓䑏㽻䪡 䆵㜽㿟䉶䍣㜽䕬 䬽㜽䍣㽻㩤䤢 䪡䤢㽻㩤 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䪡㜽㜽㽻䧐䏘 䯆䉶䞞 䆵䍣㽻䧐䏘 䯹䉶䍣㜽 䒿䉶䯹㜽䧐 㽻䧐 䵂䞞䪡䖓 䏘䉶䖓 䑏㜽䍣 䯹䉶䍣㜽 㜽㪝䬍㽻䖓㜽㩤 䤢䧐㩤 䏘㲌䤢㩤䈳 䤢䪡䪡䞞䍣㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䪡䑏㜽 䑏㽻䖓 䖓䑏㜽 䵂䤢䬍䭫㺚䉶䖓䕬 䕇䑏㜽 䪡䤢㽻㩤 䧐䉶 䧐䉶䍣䯹䤢㲌 䯹䤢䧐 䬍䤢䧐 䭫㜽㜽㺚 䖓䑏㽻䪡 䯹䤢䧐䯆 䒿䉶䯹㜽䧐 䞞䧐㩤㜽䍣 䉶䧐㜽 䍣䉶䉶㿟䕬"
"㿌䑏㜽䧐 䒿䑏䤢䖓 䪡䑏䉶䞞㲌㩤 䜐 㩤䉶㴧" 䪄䍣䤢㩤 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䑏㜽䍣 䤢䧐㩤 䪡䑏㜽 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䑏㽻䯹 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䤢 䪡䯹㽻㲌㜽䕬 "䪄䪡 㜽㪝㺚㜽䬍䖓㜽㩤 䉶㿟 䯆䉶䞞䈳 䖓䍣䯆㽻䧐䏘 䖓䉶 㿟㽻䧐㩤 䤢 䪡䉶㲌䞞䖓㽻䉶䧐䕬 㿌䑏䤢䖓'䪡 䖓䑏㜽 䯹䤢䧐 䜐 㲌䉶䖫㜽䈳 䖓䑏㜽 䯹䤢䧐 䒿㜽 䤢㲌㲌 㲌䉶䖫㜽䕬" 䕇䑏㜽 䍣㜽䤢䬍䑏㜽㩤 䖓䉶䒿䤢䍣㩤 䑏㽻䯹 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䤢 䭫㽻䪡䪡䕬
"㣼䞞䖓䈳 䖓䑏㜽䍣㜽 㽻䪡 䧐䉶䖓䑏㽻䧐䏘 䯆䉶䞞 䬍䤢䧐 㩤䉶䕬 䜐䖓'䪡 䵂䞞䪡䖓 䑏䉶䒿 䖓䑏㽻䧐䏘䪡 䤢䍣㜽䈳 㽻䖓 䬍䤢䧐'䖓 䆵㜽 䑏㜽㲌㺚㜽㩤䕬" 䕇䑏㜽 䏘䍣䤢䆵䆵㜽㩤 䑏㽻䪡 㿟㲌㜽䪡䑏 㽻䧐 䑏㜽䍣 䑏䤢䧐㩤 䤢䧐㩤 䪡䖓䤢䍣䖓㜽㩤 䪡䖓䍣䉶䭫㽻䧐䏘 㽻䖓䕬 "㣼䞞䖓 䖓䑏㽻䪡 㿟㜽㜽㲌㽻䧐䏘 䉶䧐㲌䯆 㲌䤢䪡䖓䪡 䞞䧐䖓㽻㲌 䒿㜽 䖓䤢䪡䖓㜽 䖓䑏㽻䪡䕬 䅍䉶䒿 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䜐'䖫㜽 㿟㜽㲌䖓 䪡䉶 䯹䞞䬍䑏 㺚㲌㜽䤢䪡䞞䍣㜽 䤢䧐㩤 㺚䤢㽻䧐 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䜐'䯹 㜽㪝䑏䤢䞞䪡䖓㜽㩤䈳 䜐 㿟㜽㜽㲌 䒿㜽㽻䍣㩤㲌䯆 䬍䤢㲌䯹䕬"
䕇䑏㜽 䒿䤢䖫㜽㩤 䑏㜽䍣 䑏䤢䧐㩤 㿟䉶䍣 㿌㽻䧐䤢 䖓䉶 䪡㽻䖓 䉶䧐 䪄䍣䤢㩤'䪡 㲌䤢㺚 䆵㜽䪡㽻㩤㜽 䑏㜽䍣䈳 "䄏䖫㜽䧐 㽻㿟 䜐'䯹 䧐䉶䖓 䒿䉶䍣䖓䑏䯆䈳 㽻䧐䬍䤢㺚䤢䆵㲌㜽 䉶㿟 㺚㲌㜽䤢䪡㽻䧐䏘 䯆䉶䞞 䖓䉶 䯆䉶䞞䍣 䑏㜽䤢䍣䖓'䪡 䬍䉶䧐䖓㜽䧐䖓䈳 䜐 䭫䧐䉶䒿 䖓䑏㜽 䉶䖓䑏㜽䍣䪡 䑏䤢䖫㜽 䯹䯆 䆵䤢䬍䭫䈳 䜐 䭫䧐䉶䒿 䖓䑏䤢䖓 㿌㽻䧐䤢 䑏㜽䍣㜽 䑏䤢䪡 䯹䯆 䆵䤢䬍䭫䕬"
䬽㽻䍣䤢 䪡䖓䉶䉶㩤䈳 "䕇䉶 䪄䍣䤢㩤䈳 䯹䯆 㲌䉶䖫㜽…䜐 䭫䧐䉶䒿䈳 䒿㜽 䭫䧐䉶䒿 䖓䑏䤢䖓 㜽䤢䬍䑏 䉶㿟 䞞䪡 㽻䪡 㽻䧐䬍䤢㺚䤢䆵㲌㜽 䉶㿟 䯹䤢䖓䬍䑏㽻䧐䏘 䞞㺚 䖓䉶 䯆䉶䞞䕬 䕇䉶 㽻㿟 䯆䉶䞞 㿟䉶䞞䧐㩤 䤢 䒿䉶䯹䤢䧐 䖓䑏䤢䖓 㽻䧐䖓㜽䍣㜽䪡䖓䪡 䯆䉶䞞䈳 䤢 䒿䉶䯹䤢䧐 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䯆䉶䞞 㲌䉶䖫㜽 䤢䧐㩤 䖓䑏䤢䖓 㲌䉶䖫㜽䪡 䯆䉶䞞䈳 㿟㜽㜽㲌 㿟䍣㜽㜽 䖓䉶 䆵䍣㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 㽻䧐䕬 㛄䉶䞞 㩤䉶䧐'䖓 䑏䤢䖫㜽 䖓䉶 䒿䤢㽻䖓 㿟䉶䍣 䞞䪡 䖓䉶 㺚㜽䍣䯹㽻䖓 䯆䉶䞞䕬"
㿌㽻䧐䤢 㽻䯹䯹㜽㩤㽻䤢䖓㜽㲌䯆 䪡䖓䉶䉶㩤䈳 "䪄䪡 䯆䉶䞞 䒿㽻䪡䑏䕬" 䕇䑏㜽 䍣䞞䪡䑏㜽㩤 䉶䞞䖓 䤢䧐㩤 䬽㽻䍣䤢 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䑏㽻䯹 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䤢 䒿䉶䍣䍣㽻㜽㩤 㿟䤢䬍㜽䕬 "䪄䍣䤢㩤䈳 㺚㲌㜽䤢䪡㜽 㩤䉶䧐'䖓 䆵䍣㽻䧐䏘 䖓䑏㽻䪡 䞞㺚 䖓䉶 䖓䑏㜽䯹…䜐 䪡䑏䉶䞞㲌㩤䧐'䖓 䑏䤢䖫㜽…"
"䅍䉶䈳 䤢䪡 䯆䉶䞞 䪡䤢㽻㩤䈳 䖓䑏㜽䍣㜽 㽻䪡 䧐䉶 䬍㲌㜽䤢䍣 䪡䉶㲌䞞䖓㽻䉶䧐 䖓䉶 䖓䑏㽻䪡䕬" 䪄䍣䤢㩤 㺚䤢䖓䖓㜽㩤 䑏㜽䍣 䆵䤢䬍䭫䕬 "㿌䑏䤢䖓'䪡 䒿䑏䯆 䖓䑏㽻䪡 䬍䤢䧐'䖓 䆵㜽 㲌㜽㿟䖓 㲌㽻䭫㜽 䖓䑏㽻䪡䕬"
䪄䍣䤢㩤 䍣㜽䬍㽻䖓㜽㩤 䒿䑏䤢䖓 䬽㽻䍣䤢 䪡䤢㽻㩤 䆵䤢䬍䭫 䖓䉶 㜽䖫㜽䍣䯆䉶䧐㜽 䖓䉶 䑏㜽䤢䍣 䖓䑏㜽㽻䍣 䉶㺚㽻䧐㽻䉶䧐䕬
䪄㜽㲌㲌䤢 㩤㽻㩤䧐'䖓 㲌㽻䭫㜽 㽻䖓䈳 䆵䞞䖓 㽻䖓 䒿䤢䪡 䪡䉶䯹㜽䖓䑏㽻䧐䏘 䪡䑏㜽 䤢㲌䍣㜽䤢㩤䯆 㜽㪝㺚㜽䬍䖓㜽㩤䕬 䕇䉶 䒿䑏㽻㲌㜽 䪡䑏㜽 㿟㜽㲌䖓 䤢 䆵㽻䖓 䆵䉶䖓䑏㜽䍣㜽㩤 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 㽻䖓䈳 䪡䑏㜽 㩤㽻㩤䧐'䖓 䬍䤢䍣㜽 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䯹䞞䬍䑏䕬
䬽㜽䍣㽻㩤䤢 䤢䧐㩤 䨼㽻䧐䉶 䉶䧐 䖓䑏㜽 䉶䖓䑏㜽䍣 䑏䤢䧐㩤 㲌䉶䖫㜽㩤 䖓䉶 䪡㜽㜽 䯹䉶䍣㜽 䒿䉶䯹㜽䧐 䤢䍣䉶䞞䧐㩤 䪄䍣䤢㩤䕬 䕇䑏㜽 㜽㪝㺚㲌䤢㽻䧐㜽㩤 㽻䖓 䆵㜽䖓䖓㜽䍣 䖓䑏䤢䧐 䤢䧐䯆䉶䧐㜽 㜽㲌䪡㜽䕬 "㬍䑏㜽䧐 䜐 䑏㜽䤢䍣㩤 䄏䍣㽻䪡 䯹䉶䤢䧐 㜽䤢䍣㲌㽻㜽䍣 䜐 䖓䑏䉶䞞䏘䑏䖓…㩤䤢䯹䧐䈳 䖓䑏䤢䖓'䪡 䯹䯆 䯹䤢䧐䕬 䬽䤢㩤㜽 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䪡䬍䤢䍣䯆 䒿䉶䯹䤢䧐 䒿䑏䉶 䬍䤢䧐 䆵㲌䉶䒿 䤢 䒿䑏䉶㲌㜽 䤢䆵䯆䪡䪡 㲌䤢䯆㜽䍣 䯹䉶䤢䧐 㲌㽻䭫㜽 䖓䑏䤢䖓䕬" 䕇䑏㜽 䪡䬍䍣䤢䖓䬍䑏㜽㩤 䑏㜽䍣 䬍䑏㽻䧐䈳 "䩎㜽䤢䍣㽻䧐䏘 䯆䉶䞞 䖓㜽㲌㲌 䪡䖓䉶䍣㽻㜽䪡 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 䖓䑏㜽 䖓㽻䯹㜽 䯆䉶䞞 䪡㺚㜽䧐䖓 㽻䧐 䖓䑏䤢䖓 䒿䉶䍣㲌㩤 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䖓䑏㜽 䉶䖓䑏㜽䍣 㿟䉶䞞䍣 䤢䧐㩤 䙾䤢䯹䉶䧐㩤 䉶䧐㲌䯆 䯹䤢㩤㜽 䯹㜽 䒿䤢䧐䖓 䖓䉶 㩤䍣䤢䏘 䯆䉶䞞 䖓䉶 䆵㜽㩤 䯹䉶䍣㜽䕬"
䨼㽻䧐䉶 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䪄䍣䤢㩤䈳 "㿌䉶 䑏㜽䍣 䤢䧐㩤 䯹㜽䈳 䯆䉶䞞 䑏䤢䖫㽻䧐䏘 䯹䉶䍣㜽 䒿䉶䯹㜽䧐 䤢䍣䉶䞞䧐㩤 䯆䉶䞞 䉶䧐㲌䯆 䤢㩤㩤㜽㩤 䖓䉶 䯆䉶䞞䍣 䬍䑏䤢䍣䯹 䤢䧐㩤 䯹䤢䧐㲌㽻䧐㜽䪡䪡…䉶㩤䉶䍣䕬"
"㛝䤢䧐 䒿㜽 䧐䉶䖓 䖓䤢㲌䭫 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 䖓䑏㽻䪡 䒿䑏㜽䧐 㽻䖓'䪡 䤢䆵䉶䞞䖓 䖓䉶 䆵㜽 䯹䯆 䖓䞞䍣䧐㴧" 䬽㜽䍣㲌㽻䧐 㲌䉶䉶䭫㜽㩤 䤢䖓 䖓䑏㜽䯹 䒿㽻䖓䑏 䤢 䪡䯹㽻㲌㜽䈳 "㣼䞞䖓 䭫㜽㜽㺚 㽻䧐 䯹㽻䧐㩤䈳 䜐 㩤䉶䧐'䖓 䯹㽻䧐㩤 䑏㽻䯹 䑏䤢䖫㽻䧐䏘 䉶䧐㜽䈳 䖓䒿䉶 䉶㿟 䤢 䑏䞞䧐㩤䍣㜽㩤 䒿㽻䖫㜽䪡䕬 䜐 䑏䤢䖫㜽 䖓䑏㜽 䆵㲌䉶䉶㩤 䉶㿟 䤢 䪡䞞䬍䬍䞞䆵䞞䪡 䤢㿟䖓㜽䍣 䤢㲌㲌䕬"
䕇䑏㜽 䒿䤢䖫㜽㩤 䑏㜽䍣 䑏䤢䧐㩤 䖓䉶 䖓䑏㜽䯹䈳 "䫒䉶䧐'䖓 䒿䉶䍣䍣䯆䈳 䜐'㲌㲌 䭫㜽㜽㺚 䖓䉶 䉶䞞䍣 䤢䏘䍣㜽㜽䯹㜽䧐䖓䕬 㿌䍣䞞䪡䖓 䆵㜽䖓䒿㜽㜽䧐 䞞䪡 㽻䪡 䖓䑏㜽 䭫㜽䯆 䤢㿟䖓㜽䍣 䤢㲌㲌䕬" 䕇䑏㜽 䪡䖓䤢䍣䖓㜽㩤 䖓䤢䭫㽻䧐䏘 䑏㜽䍣 䬍㲌䉶䖓䑏㜽䪡 䉶䞞䖓䕬䕬
Released this chapter so we can see both sides at the same time. {Alcott and the vampire/ Arad and his wives}
