more to life than living
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Forests were okay. Forests with possible Russian vampires in them? Less okay.
Viktor still hasn’t gotten a complete grasp of Russian even after living for about three weeks. However, he did pick up some words when he asked for directions towards the woods, including, “crazy”, “foreigner”, and “eaten.”
He trudged through the darkness with a torch in hand, the moon a pale white disc floating in the sky. Shadows loomed around him menacingly, dark and tall. If he dropped this torch, the man thought. This whole forest would surely go up in flames. He supposed he was never really known for his brains.
He reached a clearing with a small cabin that would’ve looked inhabited if he hadn’t known better. Of course, there may be more than one isolated vampire in this forest so he may as well not get his hopes up too high. He was not sure what to expect - he has only seen one vampire and probably the worst one there is. However, they were such things as ‘docile vampires’ he’s been told but Viktor found it hard to believe with such pale faces and how they led lives filled with deceit that they can be anything but murderous.
He took a deep breath and convinced himself that this was his only chance. That whoever was in here could help him. Be optimistic. The worst that can happen is that you can become one too.
Hard knuckles pound against the wooden door with a force that shook the rotten wood.
“Oi! Is anybody home?”
