The sun in the little Swiss town of St Gallen didn't help in alleviating the dreadful cold that seized their bones,the only one that seemed unaffected was Aiden,they parked at Vonwill,the street was mostly deserted and since Swiss had increased their border security there was almost no military personnel at the outposts.
Aiden lit his cigarette and took a long puff while staring up at the cloudy sky that practically reflected the mood of the group,everyone was feeling down,the eldest of the two sisters he had saved,Julienne, lost her husband the day he saved her and all her younger sister,Joan, could do was console her,they turned out to be French tourists that had chosen Rotterdam as their holiday spot to celebrate Julienne's anniversary....that was some luck.
Aiden puffed again as Kara passed right in front of him with a case of canned beans they had just gotten from the already abandoned Otto supermarket,she looked lifeless,losing her father seemed to have broken her,how was he meant to keep his promise if his daughter didn't want to live anymore and to worsen things she hadn't spoken to him since he sped off that day,leaving her father behind to die,well,technically he was already dead,the man was just living by sheer will and watching him sacrifice himself for his daughter made Aiden ponder and he concluded that that was against every single moral he had been taught while growing up.....and there were very few of them.
Meanwhile,the kid,Patrick Kluiv,he was the most useful at the moment,he was enthusiastic and seemed to grasp things really easily,even faster than the three older women,he developed a decent aim in just two days,he also understood the strengths and weaknesses of the undead,Aiden wondered if he would have been like him if he hadn't been born into his cursed family,remembering his dreadful past only left a sour taste in his mouth,anyway,Patrick seemed to look up to him,after all Aiden was just about five or six years older than him,he probably gave off the big brother vibe,like he had read in sociology books and novels,for some reason it gladdened him.
Lastly the letter he had received troubled him ceaselessly,the content was truly disturbing and whoever wrote it had heavy info on him,the person knew where to find him,by what time he would leave his room, what the pills he stole helped Aiden control and most importantly he knew Aiden's true identity,he had developed the need to read the letter at any chance he got,did Moscow send this man after him?Or was it his father? or some old enemy with a grudge? It was all so troublesome,running from the undead now looked like a secondary aim.
He then started reading the letter again with displeasure:
DEAR AIDEN RASPUTIN,
I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW THAT I'M WATCHING YOU,OH YES,I'M WATCHING YOU REALLY CLOSELY,WHETHER YOU ARE TAKING A SHIT OR A LEAK.
YOU DON'T SEEM TO BE WORTHY OF YOUR REPUTATION AND NICKNAME I WOULD SAY,I TOOK THIS JOB BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE FIRST HAND WHAT THE FAMED AIDEN RASPUTIN WAS ACTUALLY ABOUT,BUT YOU ARE SO CLUMSY AND SLOPPY WHEN YOU TAKE THOSE DAMN MEDICATIONS,SO I BORROWED THEM,YOU CAN COME AND GET THEM BACK WHEN YOU ARE ACTUALLY A MATCH.
P.S:I DON'T THINK YOU WILL EVER BE A MATCH.
P.S.S:I AM STILL WATCHING YOU,YA EVEN NOW
PEACE OUT,
DOBERMAN.
The letter annoyed him beyond comprehension,this man was certainly American,a glance at the writing style and slangs gave him away immediately and Moscow or his father would never hire such a talkative,so who sent him? The Americans? Also that name.....Doberman,it was so familiar......
Despite all these factors they had made it all the way to Switzerland,surprisingly,they stopped only for calls of nature, refuel and restock of provisions on high ways and only passed through little towns such as St Gallen when necessary,there were severe travelling restrictions in place so they never took direct roads from one country to the other,after all Aiden had his ways.
"You did the right thing Aiden...." Aiden's neck turned towards the voice so quickly that he thought he would snap it.
"Thank you for not stopping......Thank you for getting us this far" Kara's feeble voice seemed to resound actual gratitude.
"I did what was necessary for us to live,nothing more nothing less" He then glanced at the other two ladies "I think you ladies should cut your hair" He said out loud in English,since there were multi-nationals,this was the only adequate language to communicate in.
They all turned towards him with fiery eyes and deadly gazes "Why?" they said in unison.
"Long hair is easier to grab....if one of those things gets a hold of your beautiful silky hair then you can say bye bye to your beautiful recently-messed up life" He then threw his cigarette away "You can choose what is more important to you between your hair and your life......Patrick come here for a sec,tell me what you found" he added while glancing at Kara once again.
Patrick jogged towards Aiden and said "As you know all the areas between Zurich and StGallen have been quarantined,so almost no one comes outside anymore,anyway,we found the supermarket already broken into but...." he opened the back of the van "Ta daaaa"
"Don't yell you may attract some of them" Aiden muttered "Good job"
Patrick remained there as if waiting for something "Well you owe me something for my hard work....like we agreed on" Aiden caught himself smirking......what was this feeling he had.
"You know, you aren't going to die if you open up a little" Joan tipped in,she must have been listening,Aiden's reaction to this was blank,he didn't know how to react in such situations(I should have read more books on this) he screamed in his mind.
"What is it?" Patrick asked frantically while everyone looked around but saw no incoming undead.
"Get into the van....we are moving" He seethed,there was no doubt,no question about it,what he had sensed was pure,unfiltered blood lust and who ever was emitting it wanted Aiden to know that he was watching and that he wasn't afraid,this was a hunter and it seemed that Aiden was the prey.
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