Daisy grabbed a stick and started pushing Miss Sokolova away. But Miss Sokolova moved like a dead woman—unnaturally slow, yet unstoppable. No matter how hard Daisy pushed, she wouldn't stop.
This time, Daisy shoved her with all her strength. Miss Sokolova flew backward and crashed to the floor with a heavy thud. Without wasting a second, Daisy slammed the window shut and locked it, her heart pounding like a drum.
Daisy broke down in tears, Outside the window, Miss Sokolova began slamming her head against the glass again and again—relentlessly, like a broken creature. With each blow, a sickening thud rang out… until, finally, a deep crack split her forehead.
Blood started dripping down her face, staining the window red. Daisy watched in frozen horror, unable to believe the nightmare unfolding before her eyes.
Miss Sokolova suddenly stopped. She stood still for a moment, her bloodied face pressed against the glass—then, without a sound, she backed away into the thick fog outside.
Within seconds, she vanished.
Daisy realized she was gone. But the silence that followed didn't bring peace—only a deeper fear.
Because monsters don't leave forever. They wait.
She pressed her back against the wall, tears streaming down her face.
"I can't take this anymore... I want to get out of here. God, please... get me out.Why is this happening? Why is Miss Sokolova acting like this? What happened to her?
Daisy sat in the corner of the room for a long time, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees.
The house was eerily quiet now, as if it too was holding its breath.
But no more. I can't stay trapped like this. I will get out of here.
No matter what it takes. I will escape—alive.
Daisy stood up, her hands trembling as she reached for the doorknob.
With one deep breath, she opened the door—
and ran. Ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She didn't look back.
She kept running until she reached the house next door, her lungs burning, her chest heaving. The man of the house and his wife rushed out, shocked by the sudden appearance of the pale, frightened girl.
Without wasting a second, they lifted her gently and carried her inside.
Her skin was ice-cold. Her lips, colorless. And her neck… carried faint marks. They laid her down by the fireplace,
hoping warmth would bring her back. Daisy lay unconscious. The couple, frightened yet concerned, immediately called for the village doctor. Moments later, the old physician arrived, his leather bag swinging at his side.
He examined Daisy's pulse, her breathing, her pale skin. She's weak... very weak," he murmured, frowning deeply.
The doctor gently injected her with something to stabilize her. Severe blood deficiency," he said, pulling the needle out and wiping her arm.
"She needs rest. And food. If she gets both, she'll recover. The woman beside him let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank God…
He didn't say anything more. Just packed his bag, looked at them once, and left.
Outside, The man followed the doctor out into the cold evening air, the door creaking shut behind them. He hesitated, then asked in a low, cautious voice,
"Doctor… do you believe in blood-drinking creatures?" The doctor paused mid-step. He didn't turn around.
Instead, he said quietly, "Why do you ask?" The man's eyes were filled with unease.
"I think something… not human… did this to Daisy. Her neck... the marks. The way she collapsed..." There are things I believe," he said slowly, "but not everything can be explained in textbooks.
"I don't believe in such things, Vampires, blood-drinking creatures… those are just stories people tell when they're afraid."
the doctor walked away into the misty night—
Someone had been listening quietly from the shadows.
Hidden behind the tall fence, just beyond the garden—
it was Mila Golubev.
I'm too late… but I won't let them take Daisy. You've suffered enough, my love… no more. I'm taking you far away from all this. Where no monster, no shadow, can ever touch you again.
Mila entered the room quietly—
and her breath caught in her throat. Tears welled in Mila's eyes, but she forced a calm smile. You don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm here now. Daisy whispered, her voice cracking with exhaustion—
"Where… where have you been all this time, Mimia?" Mila's throat tightened. She gently took Daisy's trembling hand into hers. "I came… but I couldn't reach you," Mila's voice was filled with regret—so many things left unsaid.
"You don't have to stay here anymore, "We're leaving now… heading to Norilsk. "I won't be at peace," Mila said softly, gently touching Daisy's hair,
"But what happened to Miss Sokolova, Mimiya?" Daisy asked in a trembling voice.
"Why did she change so suddenly?"
"until I take you back to your mother and father—back to where you belong."
Just then, the man and his wife entered the room and said,
"We went to Miss Sokolova's house… but she's gone. She's missing. No one can find her anywhere."
Mila understood—staying here meant danger. They had to leave. As soon as possible.
Mila Golubev climbed into the horse-drawn carriage, gently helping Daisy inside. he wooden wheels creaked softly as they began to move. Snowflakes danced in the air like falling stars, settling on the velvet roof of the carriage and the dark manes of the horses. Tall pine trees flanked both sides of the winding road, he moon hung low in the sky, shrouded by drifting clouds, casting pale silver light over the frost-covered path.
Inside, Daisy sat wrapped in a thick woolen shawl, her eyes half-closed, Mila kept her close, her eyes scanning the woods.
Suddenly, a loud, terrifying noise tore through the silence of the snowy night. It echoed like a scream from the mountains, raw and unnatural. The horses neighed in panic, their hooves skidding on the icy road. The driver struggled to hold the reins, his voice sharp with urgency as he tried to calm them.
"Whoa! Easy! Settle down!"
The carriage jolted dangerously, swaying from side to side. Snow flew up in flurries as the wheels slipped on the frozen path. Inside, Daisy clutched Mila's arm, heart pounding, her fragile body shaking with every movement.
At one point, the horses broke free and ran away in fear. The driver stepped out and said,
"My horses ran off... they were too scared. The driver, terrified, also ran away.
Now, in the middle of the darkness, only Daisy and Mila were left behind.
Suddenly, the carriage flipped over violently—
As if some terrifying, unseen force had slammed into it with brutal power.
There was something otherworldly about him—dangerous, yet heartbreakingly enchanting.Wood cracked, wheels spun, and snow flew into the air as Daisy and Mila were thrown to the ground.
Daisy slowly opened her eyes—
And standing before her was an impossibly beautiful young man.
His pale skin shimmered under the moonlight, eyes glowing like molten silver.
Daisy stared in shock.
The young man was dressed in a royal ensemble—dark, elegant, and hauntingly majestic.
His long black coat flowed like shadows in the night, embroidered with deep crimson patterns that looked almost like veins.
Daisy couldn't take her eyes off him.
There was something hauntingly beautiful about the man—so flawless, so unreal. Her breath caught in her throat as a strange feeling washed over her.
She had seen this face before… but where?
It lingered in her memory like a dream slipping away at dawn.