Sephir sank back, leaned against the wall and looked around. The room wasn't very big, all in it was an old wooden table, a stool, and a large bed on which Craven had dumped the unconscious boy. “Why did you do that earlier? “, Sephir asked softly.
Craven looked up and stepped back from the bed before answering. "You know he wouldn't have gone with us willingly."
"Yes, but..."
Craven interrupted Sephir with a harsh laugh. “Yes, you would have preferred that we would have arranged it differently. I know. But I have other plans tonight. “He stepped next to his old friend who was still looking at him with raised eyebrows. Thoughtfully, he added, “Besides, he doesn't believe there are vampires. Although he definitely felt it. I don't understand people, they are so naive ... "
Now Sephir had to smile too. “Do you call that naive?We made sure that they didn't believe in Vampyre ourselves. Vampyres have been in secret for so long that humans have simply forgotten their existence. “Craven cocked his head. “It almost looks like you feel sorry for the boy. “Sephir glanced briefly at the boy, but then just shrugged his shoulders. "Pity? Maybe. For him, in the past few hours everything has probably collapsed that he previously believed in. "
"Oh, I forgot. It was the same with you when you were bitten by a vampire. "Craven remarked mockingly.
“I'm serious, Craven. You can't know that, you are a born vampire. The way the boy looked, his thirst for blood shook him to the inside. For him, the whole world he believed in just collapses! "
"You're starting to sound like one of those psychologists."
Sephir sighed."You just don't get it, Craven."
Craven stepped out into the stone corridor. “What's the matter with you, Sephir? You are usually not so worried about our newcomers. "
"Maybe I just know how he feels."
Craven snorted, then waved a hand dismissively. "Enough of it. Actually, I don't care what you think. What is? Will you come with me when I go hunting again? "
Sephir did not answer. He followed, but took a lot of time and glanced at the boy again before closing the wooden door. Then he followed Craven with quick strides.

The drive to the hospital took longer than Johansson expected. Despite the late hour - it was already approaching midnight - and the heavy rain, there was still heavy traffic on the streets, so that he only got on at walking pace.
Celia was still sitting next to him in silence. He kept glancing at her, but didn't dare speak to her, although - judging by the look of her eyes - she had overcome the initial shock.Which in itself bordered on a miracle. It took most people hours, if not days, to recover from the sight of such a brutal murder. Johansson silently admired the girl for it.
But that didn't change the fact that what she had observed must have shaken her to the core. There was still an expression of horror in her eyes and she was just as pale as she was half an hour ago.
Johansson cursed loudly when he turned right at an intersection and a long line of cars blocked his way. At a distance he saw the reason for it: a construction site.
Celia had turned her head in his direction and looked at him for a few moments before she said something for the first time: “You don't need to drive me to the hospital. "When Johansson just looked at her in surprise, she added," I'm fine. "
"Are you sure? “He was genuinely amazed that she did say something else.But he had noticed the tremor in her voice.
"Yes," she replied softly. "I am alright."
Johansson stared at her doubtfully for a few more seconds, then put it into reverse, made an elegant curve, and then drove back across the lane the way they had just come. "Then I think I'd better bring you home now. Where do you live? "
Celia gave him the address and after a ten minute drive he stopped in front of a large family house. "There we are. “Said Johansson with an encouraging smile. “I'll come by again tomorrow. My colleague is right, we will not be able to avoid questioning you. “Celia nodded her expressionless face. Suddenly Johansson was no longer so sure that she had already dealt with what she had seen. That's why he added: "It's best to take a rest first."
Celia nodded once more, then pushed open the passenger door and ran with quick steps through the rain to the front door.Johansson watched her until the front door was opened and Celia disappeared inside the house, then he made his way to the police headquarters.
Celia was received by her mother. "Where have you been, my darling? “There was a slight concern in her voice. When Celia carelessly threw her wet jacket over a hanger and looked into the living room, she saw why. A friend of her mother's was sitting on the sofa and Celia was sure that she had seen her earlier with the onlookers whom the police had tried to keep away from the body.
So bad news spread so quickly.
Her mother was about to give a hint in the direction (“My friend said that ...), but Celia ignored her and stormed up the stairs to her room. Once there, she closed the door and leaned against it.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She tried in vain to hold them back, but was just as unsuccessful as in suppressing the memories any longer.With a choked sob, she buried her face in her hands.

Oh, poor Celia. But I have a lot more to do with her ...
Jo, went in pretty quickly this time. I actually have one more finished on the computer ... and maybe I'll continue writing soon. Leave me a couple of clerks until then, will you?
But tell me ... why does everyone here know Soul Reaver or Blood Omen? Well, they are really great games, but still ... I have to agree with Kira about one thing, you can steal names from computer games wonderfully. I also considered using Raziel.
So that's it from me for now.
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