Night Tale - Chapter 8
In the light of the moon, the white walls of the houses resembled a yellowed bone. Small windows merged into a strip of flicker, if you look at them, turning your head against еру movement of the car.
"Unlike vampires, banshees, or doppelgangers most often found in our latitudes, the werewolves aren’t spawned by altered moonlight, transcendental matter, or our nightmares. They are creatures of flesh and blood.
But these flesh and blood live according to laws different from the human ones.
The organism of a werewolf has an incredible recovery potential. Wounds inflicted with conventional weapons are healed instantly. The process of regeneration of tissues in contact with silver, or those which die in the fire, lasts longer, but is also very fleeting.
The most effective method of werewolf destruction is the methodical and sequential treatment of its body and internal organs with incendiary mixtures, silver iodide, or concentrated acid.
Of course, this method requires a high level of preparation and impeccable personal qualities, such as courage and selflessness. Even before the danger of death "(Gaspar van Rihthen, Edward Golitsyn «Human and the Supernatural»).
"You were a good teacher, Gaspar," Erica said.
The iron fence of the Albrechtsberg park was pushed onto them by the clusters of cast-iron grapes and the coats of arms of the Prussian House.
"You didn’t need a teacher, darling. You knew everything by yourself. I just brought your knowledge into the system."
She shook her head.
"Remember when I got tuberculosis, you asked me if I'm afraid of dying?"
"You said you aren’t."
"Too much fear. All around us. I forgot how to be afraid. It would kill me sooner or later. If you hadn’t taught me to be afraid again."
He didn’t argue. Sweet Gaspar, his whole youth was spent in scientific debates with hard-core materialists like Marx or Freud. Free time he spent in the laboratory, or hunting for another restless occult phenomenon. Transylvanian ghouls, Petersburg undines, Paris legacy of the Templar Knights.
Now he is fifty-four. The time of materialists has passed, pushing mystics with runes of death in buttonholes sit around Gaspar's neck. His right hand is a clicking and buzzing prosthesis made of Krupp steel. His left hand is Erica Nagel, performing night work.
Gaspar van Rihthen won’t argue with Erica. No time. On the clock it is only twenty minutes left till midnight.
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