Hristo el Búlgaro [La familia]
Impávidos ante el retorno del hombre oso, los Capitanes y los soldados ya habían hecho su elección, desenvainaron sus espadas y cargaron con todo sobre su antiguo amigo. En sus habitaciones Nikolay se disponía a descansar un poco, no habia pegado un ojo en mas de 24 horas cuando los gritos y los ensordecedores lamentos provenientes de las puertas del muro exterior del castillo llegaron hasta sus oídos, se volvió a vestir, sale de su cuarto alterado -¿es que acaso este maldito día no acabara nunca?-, le pregunta a uno de sus soldados, -es Hristo mi señor!!!-, le responde, -el hombre oso estaba atacando el castillo!!!-, sin saber lo que pasaba a ciencia cierta Nikolay corrió hasta los muros para ver de primera mano lo que sucedía, abajo en el patio ya dentro de los muros Hristo danzaba con la muerte destajando cabezas sosteniendo una espada en una de sus manos y un afilado cuchillo en la otra, por la lejanía y la oscuridad de la noche, Nikolay no pudo apreciar que en no era con un cuchillo que Hristo cortaba las cabezas de sus soldados, estaba haciendo uso como un maestro de sus nuevas garras de vampiro!!!, mas atrás del hombre oso cubriéndole las espaldas como su sombra una fantástica guerrera rubia tan rápida como el o quizás mas hacia lo propio cercenando con su espada los cuellos, los brazos y las piernas de cualquiera que se acercara Hristo el Búlgaro!!!.
Nikolay vio la muerte, su muerte en el reluciente brillo de aquellas espadas que parecian gemelas, ordeno a los pocos soldados que todavía quedaban en pie dentro del castillo que bajaran para defenderlo, pero el no bajo con ellos, el muy cobarde con algunos de sus hombres de mayor confianza se dirigieron hasta las bóvedas del castillo para tomar todo el oro que pudieran y largarse de aquella trampa mortal!!!. Lord Stefan en sus habitaciones también escucho los gritos y los alaridos de muerte que sus soldados dejaban escapar antes de abandonar el mundo de los vivos, se asomo desde lo alto de su ventana, estaba demasiado oscuro y no pudo ver claramente lo que sucedía, pero reconoció el tamaño de aquel guerrero gigante que asesinaba a sus hombres cegándoles la vida con su espada, - Maldito Hristo!!!-, grito, corrió a colocarse su armadura, tomo su espada y salió de su habitación llamando a sus soldados y a Nikolay, pero cuando estuvo afuera de su cuarto se dio cuenta que estaba completamente solo, no habia ni un solo guardia cuidando su puerta, tampoco en el pasillo, ni las escaleras. Abajo ya a punto de penetrar las puertas para entrar al Castillo los pocos soldados que aun resistían no dieron mucha batalla, Hristo no le perdono la vida de nadie, muchos eran sus amigos!!!, y les habia salvado en en incontables escaramuzas, pero esa madrugada estaba irreconocible habia matado a tantos hombres durante todos estos años como guerrero pero sin saña ni odio, salvo la primera vez cuando se enfrento en lo profundo de aquel oscuro bosque a la partida de mercenarios que asesinaron vilmente a Yana y luego se llevaron las vidas de sus hermanas Mila y Milena, y de su padre el leñador Doncho, esa noche el hombre oso estaba ciego de sangre, a la par del nuevo poder que fluía por sus venas y recorría todo su cuerpo, sentía como su sangre ardía, lo estaba disfrutando, Mirna lo apuraba les quedaba poco tiempo, los soldados ya no eran ningún problema para sus fuerzas y habilidades, pero un enemigo mucho mas poderoso avanzaba hacia ellos indetenible con cada minuto que transcurría.
Justo antes de entrar al castillo Hristo vio salir por una puerta lateral a Nikolay acompañado por un puñado de soldados, iban lento, muy lento, cargando unos pesados cofres, si su avaricia hubiera sido menor quizás unos pocos hubieran logrado llegar hasta sus caballos y huir antes de que el llegara a sus cuellos!!!, pego un gran salto, y en pocos segundos, la muerte que vio Nikolay hace unos minutos desde arriba de los muros lo alcanzaba sin remedio, luego de acabar con los soldados que lo acompañaban Hristo lo sujeto por el cuello apretándolo con sus garras pero sin asfixiarlo, necesita que hablara.
-¿Dime donde Están el viejo Borka, Freya y la niña? y te prometo que tu muerte sera rápida y sin dolor.
-Esto no fue culpa mia Hristo, debes creerme, fue Stefan se volvió loco, yo solo obedecía ordenes!!!.
-Yo se quien es el culpable, eso no es lo que te he preguntado.
-Freya y el viejo Borka Estas en las mazmorras aun con vida, la niña esta a salvo en sus habitaciones.
-AAAAHHHHH!!!-, los alaridos de dolor de Nikolay retumbaron por todo el castillo, Hristo le habia mentido, con sus garras lo despedazo miembro a miembro, pero antes de que la hemorragia acabase con Nikolay lo sujeto fuertemente por el cuello y lo arranco de cuajo con todo y espina dorsal!!!. Unos minutos después Hristo destrozaba las rejas de las mazmorras liberando al viejo Borka y a los pocos soldados y reclutas que sobrevivieron a la batalla junto con el, Freya no estaba allí, el viejo maestro de armas condujo a Hristo y a su rubia guardaespaldas que no se separaba de el hasta otra celda que quedaba en un piso inferior, mas lúgubre, podrida y sumida en las sombras, Hristo se apresura romper las cadenas que sujetaban sus brazos, Freya apenas lo reconoce, ya no tenía fuerzas, habia perdido mucha sangre después del parto, sin cuidados ni la atención de un doctor y en aquellas condiciones, ya no habia forma de mantenerla en el mundo de los vivos.
-Un doctor, necesita un doctor!!!-, dijo desesperado el Búlgaro.
-Ya no tiene salvación en este plano hombre oso, pero tu sabes como salvarla, conviértela, dale el regalo de la vida eterna!!!, Vladic no se enojará cuando le explique las circunstancias-, dijo la rubia asesina, el viejo Borka no entendía lo que hablaba aquella mujer ni a lo que se refería, no habia tenido tiempo de darse cuenta que frente a el ya no estaba su aprendiz, su hijo de armas, su amigo entrañable de tantas batallas, Hristo era ahora un monstruo de la noche.
-No puedo, Freya es un ser de Luz, no puedo condenarla a vivir eternamente en las sombras.
-¿Convertir?, ¿de que Diablos habla esta mujer Hristo?, ¿que Demonios es ella?-, preguntaba iracundo el viejo Borka.
La Vampiresa le mostró sus colmillos al anciano ante la injuria y avanzo sin compasión hacia el, de no haber sido por la rapidez de la mano de Hristo que interpuso la hoja de la espada de acero damasquino entre ambos, quizás el viejo no hubiera salido vivo de aquella mazmorra!!!, calmados los ánimos, Hristo tomo delicadamente con sus brazos el cuerpo de Freya, cerro sus ojos, hizo crecer sus garras a voluntad.
-Maldito Stefan!!!-, grito el Búlgaro mientras atravesaba el corazón puro de la bella Freya para terminar con su sufrimiento.
La valiente guerrera descendiente de los vikingos se marchaba de este mundo sin decir una palabra y sin reconocer en el rostro de su asesino a su gran amigo que habia venido a salvarla. El viejo Borka entonces se dio cuenta que Hristo al igual que aquella mujer rubia era un monstruo!!!, Hristo voló subiendo los escalones que lo separaban del cuarto de la pequeña Sif en los pisos superiores del castillo dando grandes zancadas, Mirna iba tras de el sin perderle el paso, el viejo Borka en cambio apenas si se podía moverse trato de seguirlos e ir tras ellos en vano, la vida de la pequeña Sif su ahijada ya solo dependía de Hristo el Búlgaro.
Continuara...
Hristo the Bulgarian [The family]
Undaunted by the return of the werebear, the Captains and soldiers had already made their choice, drew their swords and charged at their former friend. In his rooms Nikolay was preparing to rest a little, he had not slept a wink in more than 24 hours when the screams and deafening cries coming from the doors of the outer wall of the castle reached his ears, he put his clothes back on, he leaves his room. altered room -is this damn day never going to end?-, he asks one of his soldiers, -it's Hristo my lord!!!-, he answers, -the bear man was attacking the castle!!!-, Without knowing what was happening for sure, Nikolay ran to the walls to see first-hand what was happening. Down in the courtyard, already inside the walls, Hristo danced with death, cutting off heads, holding a sword in one of his hands and a sharp knife. In the other, due to the distance and darkness of the night, Nikolay could not appreciate that it was not with a knife that Hristo cut off the heads of his soldiers, he was making use of his new vampire claws like a master!!! Further behind the bear man, covering his back like his shadow, a fantastic blonde warrior was as fast as him or perhaps more like him, cutting off the necks, arms and legs of anyone who approached Hristo the Bulgarian with her sword!!!.
Nikolay saw death, his death in the shining shine of those swords that seemed to be twins, he ordered the few soldiers who were still standing inside the castle to come down to defend it, but he did not go down with them, the very coward with some of his More trustworthy men headed to the vaults of the castle to take all the gold they could and get out of that deadly trap!!! Lord Stefan in his rooms also heard the screams and screams of death that his soldiers let out before leaving the world of the living, he looked out from the top of his window, it was too dark and he could not see clearly what was happening, but He recognized the size of that giant warrior who murdered his men by blinding their lives with his sword, "Damn Christ!" he shouted, ran to put on his armor, took his sword and left his room calling his soldiers and Nikolay, But when he was outside his room he realized that he was completely alone, there was not a single guard guarding his door, nor in the hallway, nor the stairs. Down below, about to penetrate the doors to enter the Castle, the few soldiers who still resisted did not put up much of a fight. Hristo did not spare anyone's life, there were many of his friends!!!, and he had saved them in countless skirmishes, but That morning he was unrecognizable. He had killed so many men during all these years as a warrior but without anger or hatred, except for the first time when he faced in the depths of that dark forest the group of mercenaries who vilely murdered Yana and then took the lives of his sisters Mila and Milena, and of his father the woodcutter Doncho, that night the bear man was blind with blood, along with the new power that flowed through his veins and ran through his entire body, he felt his blood burning, which He was enjoying himself, Mirna was rushing him, they had little time left, the soldiers were no longer a problem for his strength and abilities, but a much more powerful enemy was advancing towards them unstoppable with each minute that passed.
Just before entering the castle Hristo saw Nikolay come out through a side door accompanied by a handful of soldiers. They were going slowly, very slowly, carrying some heavy chests. If their greed had been less, perhaps a few would have managed to reach their horses and flee. Before he reached their necks!!!, he made a great jump, and in a few seconds, the death that Nikolay saw a few minutes ago from above the walls reached him without remedy, after finishing off the soldiers who accompanied him Hristo He held him by the neck, squeezing him with his claws but without suffocating him, he needed him to speak.
-Tell me where old Borka, Freya and the girl are? and I promise you that your death will be quick and painless.
-This was not my fault Hristo, you must believe me, it was Stefan who went crazy, I was just obeying orders!!!
-I know who the culprit is, that's not what I asked you.
-Freya and old Borka You are still alive in the dungeons, the girl is safe in her rooms.
-AAAAHHHHH!!!-, Nikolay's screams of pain echoed throughout the castle, Hristo had lied to him, with his claws he tore him limb from limb, but before the hemorrhage finished with Nikolay he held him tightly by the neck and held him. I start off with everything and backbone!!! A few minutes later Hristo destroyed the bars of the dungeons, freeing old Borka and the few soldiers and recruits who survived the battle along with him. Freya was not there, the old weapons master led Hristo and his blonde bodyguard who did not separate from him to another cell that was on a lower floor, more gloomy, rotten and immersed in shadows, Hristo hurries to break the chains that held his arms, Freya barely recognizes him, he no longer had the strength, he had lost a lot of blood after giving birth , without care or the attention of a doctor and in those conditions, there was no longer a way to keep her in the world of the living.
-A doctor, he needs a doctor!!!- said the Bulgarian desperately.
-She no longer has salvation on this plane, bear man, but you know how to save her, convert her, give her the gift of eternal life!!! Vladic will not get angry when I explain the circumstances to him-, said the blonde assassin, old Borka will not He did not understand what that woman was talking about or what she was referring to, he had not had time to realize that in front of him was no longer his apprentice, his son in arms, his dear friend from so many battles, Hristo was now a monster of the night. .
-I can't, Freya is a being of Light, I can't condemn her to live eternally in the shadows.
-Convert? What the hell is this Hristo woman talking about? What the hell is she?-, old Borka asked angrily.
The Vampire showed her fangs to the old man in the face of the insult and advanced without compassion towards him, if it had not been for the speed of Hristo's hand that placed the blade of the Damascene steel sword between them, perhaps the old man would not have come out alive. From that dungeon!!!, the spirits calmed, Hristo delicately took Freya's body in his arms, closed his eyes, made his claws grow at will.
-Damn Stefan!!!-, shouted the Bulgarian as he pierced the pure heart of the beautiful Freya to end her suffering.
The brave warrior descendant of the Vikings left this world without saying a word and without recognizing in the face of her murderer her great friend who had come to save her. Old Borka then realized that Hristo, like that blonde woman, was a monster!!!, Hristo flew up the steps that separated him from little Sif's room on the upper floors of the castle, taking long strides, Mirna was following behind him. Without losing his step, the old Borka, on the other hand, could barely move, tried to follow them and go after them in vain, the life of little Sif, his goddaughter, now only depended on Hristo the Bulgarian.
To be continue...
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Escrito originalmente en Español y traducido con Google Traslate
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