After the breakout security was increased so a new assignment sent Anna and Greg to to Siberia to meet with the Vampire Lady Eveline Roseblood. She was one of the old blood and lived in a castle in the snowy peaks of the Sayan Mountains. There they would acquire a shell-stone (a powerful and rare stone that would prevent teleportation/portal spells from accessing a specific area).
“Fuck it’s cold! Next time you’re going for breakfast.” Greg said and threw the bag of food on the bed.
The two agents were staying in a small hostel in a village near the mountain range, the place was eerie and quiet. The locals didn’t talk to the two and Anne got the feeling they didn’t want them here.
“I don’t think they tolerate me as much as they tolerate you.” She said digging into the bag.
“Is it the dark skin or the lesbian thing?” He quipped.
“I’m being serious, I think they know I’m a werewolf.” She explained.
“Well this village is under the protection of Lady Roseblood and the vampires, they’re probably still weary of werewolves, even after the war they have to deal with the Uaytkhayd pack.” He replied.
“It doesn’t matter, we won’t be here much longer, we just need to find a guide to help us get to красный замок.” She said.
“You’re the only one who speaks Russian so you should really be the one doing the shopping, what’s krashnybla bla anyway?” Greg said joining his partner on the bed for breakfast.
“It means Red Castle, that’s what Lady Roseblood’s castle is called.” she answered.
“While I was in town I noticed train tracks that lead away from the village, maybe we could follow them or something?” Greg suggested between bites of breakfast.
“I don’t think anyone here is going to help us find the place but I we can’t just go out there and follow train tracks to god knows where,” She responded moving to the window.
“Maybe we should find the Uaytkhayd Pack? They have to know where this red castle is,” he suggested.
“Not a good idea, I’ve heard they don’t take too kindly to trespassers or mutts.” Anna replied.
Then a knock came from the door and the two agents went for their guns, Anna slowly opened the door to find two pale women. They both wore heavy white cloaks with their faces obscured by white scarves.
“Greetings Madam Roasario, Sir Wesker. We are envoys of Lady Roseblood of the Red Castle. Her Elegance has been made aware of your presence and graciously invites you to her home. Please come with us.” One of them spoke.
Anna nodded to her partner and they quickly packed their things and followed the cloaked women. The group made their way from the village up to the forest, the two agents exchanged weary glances as they continued into the middle of a clearing.
“So shouldn’t we be headed up the mountain?” Greg asked.
“The train is used for the delivery of supplies and sacrifices, guests are not allowed inside.” One of the hooded women said.
Greg shrugged his shoulders at Anna and both were shocked and taken aback when a white, three headed dragon landed before them. The two vampire envoys just looked at the agents and motioned for them to get on. There was a saddle with a small room attached on the dragon, they entered and were seated before the dragon took off.
“Lady Roseblood has a fucking dragon?!” Anna spoke up.
“Her name is Antonina, she is a Zmei Gorynich, an ice one at that. She serves at the pleasure of our Lady.” They explained.
“They’re a Russian/Slavic dragon.” Anna whispered to her partner.
Once they arrived at the Red Castle and took in the sight of the stone structure emerging from the snow and ice. On the walls were both humanoid and werewolf bodies hanging from shackles along the walls, trails of blood streaked down from the bodies that were mummified by the intense cold. They landed in a courtyard and were surprised to see the dragon shrink, leaving the saddle behind. The dragon had shifted into a woman with ice blonde hair and blue eyes. She bowed and left the four, her naked body unfazed by the extreme cold.
“If you will follow us to the waiting chambers, there you may warm yourselves before meeting her elegance.” One of the cloaked vampires instructed.
Greg and Anna followed and quickly went over to the large fireplace to warm themselves, wiping snow from their winter clothes.
The two were interrupted from their warmth when a pale maid announced the arrival of the castle’s mistress.
“Madam Roasario, Sir Wesker. It is my pleasure to introduce her elegance, Misress of the Snow, Daughter of the oldest of bloods, Lady Eveline Roseblood of the Red Castle!” The maid said with a low curtsy.
Lady Roseblood was hauntingly beautiful: she had skin as white as snow, long wine colored hair that was wrapped in an elegant, braided updo with flawless elegant makeup. She allowed her eyes to show their vampiric, old blood appearance: crimson red with black sclera and red tear like cracks.
The vampire wore a long Victorian black dress with a high collar that stopped at her chin, the long sleeves were poofy with cuffs that went just before her elbow and had plenty of lace and frills.
The vampire held her skirts up slightly as she descended the grand staircase.
“I suppose you are here for a shell-stone, like the others.” Lady Roseblood spoke in a slight Russian accent.
“Yes—wait what do you mean? Who else is here?” Greg asked.
Lady Roseblood motioned for another maid to open a door on the other side of the room, to which a woman in a tan leather suit entered with a pair of heavily armored and armed soldiers.