A Stranger in My Window

by J Benito, C; Renzi, Federico;

Karsacry killed with an axe a dark that had managed to jump over the formation. Irynae and Jud controlled that no one close to Straush. Julius was interned in a sector that was beginning to succumb, closely followed by Karsacry next to Layonel. Straush wanted to fight but could not abandon its position.

  The Darks attacks were increasingly suicidal; they broke ranks vampires under strong pressure from his number that was already raging.

  The Vampires trying to endure the fronts, but the gaps in their ranks were increasingly more visible. The Dark bastion contemplated the change in the course of the battle with satisfaction. When the battle ended and Straush along with his army had been eliminated, killed the successor of Emperor the vampire civil war would be served in tray. Moreover, when all sides were weakened, he would end up with them with ease. The Empire would be yours.

  Like if were a rain of arrows, hundreds of obscure jumped inside the formation circular, surrounding Straush, Jud and Irynae. To his surprise, they were limited to fight against the vampires who were in the outer zone to his position.

  The Dark bastion appeared in front of Straush, a dozen of the darks were deployed to Jud and Irynae in order to avoid that they could come to his aid. That fight was between two bastions.

  Straush was the first to attack, but Gricarius repelled his attacks without difficulty. He looked like an adult who should be limited to stop the harmless attacks of a small child. No doubt the remains of the true dark bastion, somehow increased his capabilities. Gricarius was never an opponent worthy of Straush, so it could not be another explanation.

  Their swords crossed over and over again, without results. Straush began to feel helpless before him. He concentrated until his eyes were Bloodshot, his forces doubled and first dealt a blow that made staggering Gricarius. This seemed surprised. Straush took advantage of his bewilderment and exerted a scathing attack that managed to wrest the sword. Gricarius dodged the blade of the sword of Straush just when he was going to be beheaded. To Straush surprise, Gricarius grabbed his sword with one hand and took off the Straush hands. He brandished it and nailed it in the heart of Straush. That would not kill him but the pain was unbearable. Irynae ended up with several darks and broke through to Straush, which had been unarmed and helpless on the ground.

  She raised his sword against Gricarius and this rejected her with a two-hand sword. He walked towards her and with a kick left her, there lying in cold and ruined flooring. Jud was surrounded by darks, so it was impossible to reach her. The rest of the clan was no better. The darks were massacring them.

  -Now, you cannot interrupt my battle with Straush. - took Irynae of hair and pulled her up to get it. He raised his sword to take momentum and thus be able to decapitate her more comfortably. But when his sword came down ready to mow his life, he met strong resistance. Logan stopped the blow with his sword.

  -Nobody one gets with my girl and less a treacherous scum of his own race!

  -How you think interfere you dirty mortal!

  Logan's eyes were blank, He knew what this would mean to him, but he had no alternative. The suit gave him their full potential. A reverse split the sword of Gricarius who was petrified by terror. He ordered to several darks to protect him but Logan finished with them without difficulty, while he continued to advance until Gricarius. Irynae could not believe that Logan was there fighting, when minutes before he almost died in bed. He ran towards Straush, which already began to recover, and was trying to get out of the ground. He grabbed a sword, nailed it on the floor, and stood up. Irynae helped him.

  -How is it possible? -asked Straush.

  -Logan has decided to sacrifice for us. - said Irynae full of pride.

  Karsacry got to unify forces vampires which gradually broke the circle that impeded they to meet with Straush and the rest of his clan. When he saw Logan fighting so fierce against Gricarius, he could not help to start to scream.

  -Bravo Logan! You have preferred to die fighting to a death lying on a bed. You are a true Warrior!

  Layonel also saw the presence of Logan, but was limited to smile and continue fighting.

  Jud got rid of the darks and go to Straush.

  The Dark bastion took two swords, which found on the ground and resumed the attack. But Logan seemed unbeatable.

  Chapter 25

  The Vampire army closed rows, the circle closed again trapping inside the darks guarding to his bastion.

  Logan was still fighting against Gricarius who could not get rid of him, and much less to fold him. Straush was already almost spare, Irynae and Jud prevented that the dark approach to him. The darks and vampire succumbed at every moment during the skirmish.

  Logan crossing his sword against the two of Gricarius, but this could not do more to dodge his attacks and trying to get away from him. He repeatedly called his guard, but Logan killed to all the darks without losing a step, always stalking Gricarius. Finally Straush felt better and ready for combat. He grabbed a darks arm and threw him several hundred meters away from him.

  Irynae severed the head to one that ran toward Logan. Jud jumped over the head of another, with a twist of legs in the form of iron she tore off the head. It was funny how despite his fragile appearance was a fearsome adversary.

  Karsacry lunged with his axe from left to right, creating a corridor that vampires came forth and broke the dark rows remaining inside their training. With a swing of his axe, he severed head to four dark, while Layonel came from behind two darks, grabbed them by the neck and ripped them head. Julius kept running them while cutting any other head. Soon the clan was again joined protecting Logan, so nobody darks interfere in a fight that seemed already won.

  Logan punched with a kick so fierce in the stomach of Gricarius, that this weakened, loosened the pressure from his left hand and dropped against his will the sword. A backhand he cut right hand leaving him unarmed and helpless. Gricarius was his own.

  Logan's eyes began to mutate intermittently it was losing the forces.

  -Damn it still not! - muttered Logan.

  Suddenly he began to lose sight and began to move the sword erratically from one side to another. Gricarius realized his blindness, waited for his right hand will regenerate, grabbed one of the swords, and observed him carefully for a few minutes. Walked around it, enjoying the moment.

  Each time he felt weaker, legs weighing him, arms no longer had strength to hold the sword and sweat covered his face.

  Gricarius gave a kick and took the sword, then gave him a punch on the cheek that made him fall to the ground. He began kicking him in the ribs; He wanted to destroy at that damn human who had ridiculed him.

  The darks regrouped once again to prevent anyone to interfere in the fight. The Clan trying desperately to get to Logan, but it was useless.

  Irynae could see how Gricarius looked at Logan with contempt.

  Logan looked from one side to another, helpless and weak.

  Gricarius grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands and sank the blade in the heart of Logan, who could barely emit a complaint.

  Irynae screamed as tears blinded her and pain burned his heart. Gricarius laughed. Straush ended up with two dark that impeding his path and again crossed swords with Gricarius.

  Irynae stood there paralyzed seeing the corpse of Logan. He had sacrificed for them; if not by him she would be dead. Stepped toward his body killing all darks that it crossed his path. Layonel and Karsacry covered her. Jud and Julius protected the rear of Straush.

  Irynae dropped the sword and knelt down next to Logan than just breathed a little bit. She cradled in his lap and kissed him. She was shattered, nothing mattered her already. She stroked his face gently.

  -Quiet my love would soon pass the pain and you will rest. - said Irynae.

  —I love you Irynae. Sorry to not have been your vampire eyes of fire. The blood that flowed from his mouth made him cough-. Only a vulgar human full of defects. -Logan closed his eyes while a trickle of blood escaped from his eyes. Irynae cried out, with bloodshot eyes.
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  Karsacry approached her and grabbed her arm trying to stand her and to react.

  -Fight Irynae! Fight!

  -I don't want to live. You do not understand this?

  -Then if you do not want to fight for you... Fight for your clan. Do not abandon us when we need you most.

  Reluctantly grabbed his sword rose, turned on whether, and cut the head to a dark approached her for the backs.

  Layonel threw himself to the ground to avoid the clutches of several dark, cut the legs to several of them, and when he get up, he amputated the arms to another. Karsacry came to assist him. The darks had broken the lines again and vampires trying to form smaller circles to protect other bastions.

  The end was near and reinforcements would not arrive in time.

  Far from there, the skies were covered for twenty aircraft. The bastion of New York headed these forces. On radio, he organized the attack. In the holds of airplanes, vampires sharpened their swords in silence. His brothers were dying at the hands of a slag that they believed already extinct.

  Valemorth bastion of New York urged the pilot so that increase the speed, but he informed him that he could not do so unless the integrity of the aircraft was in danger.

  -Send the satellite spy with the coordinates of the Castle! - ordered Valemorth.

  A hatch in the nose of the plane opened and dropped a small black ball, from which emerged a few bumps in the form of queues. Each of these queues emerged a flame, which quickly flew the field to the North. In a matter of seconds, it disappeared through the night mist.

  The Uncertainty reigned among the support forces. The bastions were talking by a private channel, analyzing the best strategy for attacking the dark army, while they accepted the option that his brothers were already dead. The doubts were soon cleared, when one of the pilots told Valemorth that he look at one of the monitors.

  The spy satellite showed a darks-infested Castle and a small force of about two hundred vampires who resisted in the interior of the parade ground.

  -They are massacring them! - shouted Valemorth, helpless for not being able to help them.

  The distance still separated them too, would take about fifteen minutes to arrive and then would be late for the proportion of the dark army.

  Gricarius laughed at the inability of Straush and his forces to defeat him. The Cameo dominated him sometimes but didn't interesting because gave him enough power to bend his forces and capabilities. He would soon end up with Straush and his already decimated army.

  Layonel looked at Karsacry all was lost. The bulk of the dark forces already occupied the parade ground almost entirely. The vampire formation was now a cluster of groups trying to resist, unable to regroup with other sections.

  Chapter 26

  Irynae fought full of rage, but at the bottom was wishing that some dark, got to kill her and rest forever.

  Straush was still trying to finish with Gricarius, but all he got was to amuse him. Jud was wounded in the left arm by a strong blow and Julius was about to lose his head if not for the quick intervention of Irynae who did not hesitate to go through a dark head with his sword.

  The Fatigue began to be noticed in the ranks of vampires, who continued fighting without hope but unable to surrender.

  A beam of light paralyzed the combat; everyone regardless of the side, which belonged, looked towards the light. To everyone's surprise, the body of Logan began to burn, first there were a few small almost imperceptible flames, until soon became powerful flames that were unified in a huge fire several feet high. Far from searing and cremate the body, this began to react until even wrapped finished raising soil by the flames. Logan chest wound was healed; his muscles are strained and acquired a higher definition. His eyes were fire and a scathing smile drew on his lips. The fire disappeared and Logan was visible to all. Full of energy and vigor. The nails of his hands began to grow up to a length of about 15 cm, were long and sharp as knives. He jumped backwards and he interned in the ranks of the obscure, his speed was terrifying, just if a few golden flashes betrayed his movements. With his claws, he severed head after head mercilessly, until he considered that darks forces were on par with the remainders of the vampire army. Then he returned to the area where Straush had already renewed the fight with Gricarius.

  Irynae ran towards Logan and kissed him. Logan, looked at her, he now knew the truth, all the truth, but was not the time to share it with her.

  -Soon we will have time for us, my love. But now I have heads to cut and a bastion to finish.

  Irynae smiled him while moved away ready to fight, only that this time she would hope.

  The vampire Empire aircraft appeared in to the night sky. They were down to achieve an optimal height for the jump. The Cellars doors were opened and the vampires were thrown with sword in hand toward the parade ground. Gricarius watched with horror the arrival of reinforcements, with a decimated army not another alternative that escape. He turned and jumped into one of the towers. But Logan intercepted him and threw a punch. Gricarius gave of face to face against the hard pavement of the courtyard, creating a small crater.

  Logan appeared next to him, walking quiet unhurried, could see that he was enjoying. He leaned over him and tore the cameo. He opened it and took out the remains of the hand of the true dark bastion. He seized it with force while from her hand flowed a beam of Golden fire that incinerated that cursed relic.

  The remains of the dark army were free from the control of Gricarius, watched each other unable to understand what they did there, as if they had awakened from a heavy sleep. His way of combating became an individual; the group strategy was now non-existent which facilitated their extermination.

  The Reinforcements occupied all the parade ground and close to the Castle, thus preventing any dark could escape. They were not willing to run the risk that some survive and repeat of history.

  Logan seized Gricarius neck, picked him up and threw him against one of the walls of the Castle. The clan ceased combat and received the bastion of New York, now all watched the battle between Logan and Gricarius, while the renewed vampire army ended with what was left of the dark forces.

  Logan, jumped into the wall, noted like Gricarius tried to flee, but he intercepted him and toppled him with a stroke again and again.

  Gricarius was exhausted, without the power of the cameo was only a vampire more and certainly not a rival for Logan, that now he transformed into a supernatural being of seemingly invulnerable nature.

  The blood sliding down his face, he grabbed a sword ready to continue fighting but Logan grabbed the blade with his hand and broke it as if it were litter.

  -It is useless Gricarius, the war has ended. Your army has been wiped out. Give up!

  -Never! - Shouted Gricarius hitting the face of Logan with fury, but this did not seem unfazed.

  -Perhaps I cannot to finish with you, but with someone who you care about. - he jumped into Straush which had no time to react or defend themselves, a punch knocked him down while taking one of the many swords that now covered the courtyard of the Castle and that at the time, they belonged to vampires fallen in combat and were to cut off the head.

  Logan seized Gricarius of shoulder and threw him against the ground. He walked towards him and he stared at him.

  Gricarius had one eye closed because of the impact on the ground. He rose slowly willing to stand up again.

  -Do you think that the war is over? No way, you don't know nothing... you have won this battle but not the war. I'm just the first link in the chain. Another will take my place. The vampire Empire will be annihilated.

  -Maybe! But you will not be there to see it. Time of dying Gricarius.

  Logan cut off the head to Gricarius of a blow. The vampire ash fell slowly to the ground and with it her his dreams of dominating the vampire Empire.

  Straush tomó el cuello del Logan.

  -I can not believe it! But how is possible?

  -I don't know Straush, but it is not that important for me. Importan
t thing is that I'm back here.

  -Of course!

  Layonel approached Logan and gave him a hug.

  -I am glad you are alive. Not had time to add nothing more because Jud jumped on Logan that he took her on the fly.

  -I cannot believe it, you are a super vampire. It is fantastic! I was delighted, as you have gone between Golden flashes.

  Karsacry appeared behind Jud, grabbed her and took her out of the scene, while he inquisitively look Logan.

  Julius shook hands with him.

  -Incredible! There is no doubt that you know how to make an entrance.

  -You know me! The modesty has never been my best part. - Logan smiled.

  The bastions that had survived the fight, came to offer their respects to his Savior. Logan bowed before them in an unusual act of humility, no own of eccentric millionaire. But the truth is that when you looked at Logan in the eyes you can see a change, but kept his charming sense of humor that all irritated, there was something more... his eyes reflected wisdom and above all power.

  Logan went to Irynae he took her in her arms and looked at Straush.

  - If you have no objections, I would like to take a vacation with my girl. - Irynae looked so pleased to hear those words.

  - Sure! You have absolutely deserved this.

  Logan looked them all for the last time, his eyes were burned, and he tightened to Irynae against his chest and disappeared in a beam of light.

  - What the hell is? I do not know of any vampire with these capabilities. - replied Valemorth.

  - Perhaps the Emperor can bring some light on this issue. But for the moment, we content ourselves with is on our side.

  Chapter 27

  RUSIA

  YURIKOV CASTLE

  Sitting in front of a stone fireplace, a modern-looking man watched the fire. He had the black and short hair, combed to stay tip. He appeared to be about forty years, pale complexion and muscular body. He wore a silk shirt of red color, a tailored black pants and a belt of black leather with a buckle Eagle.