Epilogue
12:35 AM
Transylvania
1900
Full moon.
The streets were soundless and deserted.
The night’s dead and everyone seemed to have finally found peace.Why should they not be? What happened on the mount of Chanyung was something to celebrate and they celebrated it by giving themselves one sound sleep, the kind of sleep they used to enjoy until Mergana clan resurfaced from the underground. Now they can have all of that knowing there would never be cries of horror and death to pierce the silence of the night again.
Yes, they have nailed the last on the bloodline of Samara, the oldest, most beautiful, but fiercest Mergana that had ever lived on that side of the planet.
On a shack not far away from that small town,the night wasn't good. It smells death.
The naked woman crawling on the cold mud floor was having a nightmare, seeing the end of her kind unto the hand of humans.
Weakened by the loss of blood, she gasped for air...coughed, and gasped again.
She closed her eyes tightly. She could already feel her life snuffing out...draining... slowly and mercilessly draining out from her.
She eyed her wrist... her chest.
They were covered with crimson blood...fastly oozing to the inviting ground.
“Ero Ero av nifer vedos eros perum” with the last ounce of strength, she whispered.
She coughed again, and blood spurted out from her drying mouth. Knowing the fate that awaits her, she held tightly in her palm the silver locket...not minding the pain causing by its contact to her skin. She brought it unto the top of her heart..
Soon as the pendant touched her flesh, her chest lighted with fire.
The tongue of fire began to touch her…lick her...kill her as she breathed one last curse that echoed on every part of that creepy mountain.
“Ero Ero havamus perum...vamus perum”
And she breathed no more.
