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The safe house was humble. Only a wooden table, a few chairs and a lamp separated it from being a concrete animal den. The walls were dingy and the air smelled of stale blood, a temporary safe haven that now housed fear and defeat.

[b][i]“We must leave! Yana and her Death Flowers will be here any minute!” 

“Cowards! We must strike back!” 

“Where’s Pytor?!” 
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Vampires were arguing and some were preparing to flee, while others were planning a counter-attack. 
Belka appeared. Her stoic demeaner contrasted her playful like stature.  

[b][i]“Silence! You all know what to do!” [/i][/b]

The room fell silent as quickly as a switch to a radio. Everyone knew that despite Belka’s size, she was to be feared and deeply respected. She has been at Pytor side longer than some of them had been alive and undead. Chaos turned into order. The once bickering revolutionaries organized and began to carry out their tasks. 

Belka looked at Vauldis and Valentina.

[b][i]“Pytor wants to see both of you.”   
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