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    Chapter 31: Olav’s Story

    A bloody tear fell from Olav’s eye and dropped
    onto his wrist.  He soon took a kleenex from Rachel’s hand. She, too, was crying at the terrible memory.

    ‘I know having to do that was hard,’ Rachel said as she rubbed Olav’s shoulder. ‘But you did the only thing you could to save him. It was either that or let him die.’

    ‘She's right, you know,’ a new voice interjected.

    Everyone turned and was surprised to see that Ralph had entered the room. He looked refreshed and calm. Everyone else was distracted.

    Olav sighed. ‘How long have you been there?’

    ‘Long enough to know that you’re a hero to my daughter. In turn, you’re a hero to me.’

    Olav only nodded. Rachel merely looked at Ralph and squeezed Olav’s hand. Nicholas was silent as Carrie and Simone beamed.

    Olav only shrugged. ‘I only wish there was another way I could have saved him. He never wanted to be one of us.’

    Nicholas then frowned before he reached into his pocket. It was a photo. ‘I know vampires aren’t supposed to appear in photos…’

    Olav let out a bitter laugh. ‘Nothing more than a foolish myth.’

    ‘Oh. Well…is this Moki? I met him at the hospital the other day.’

    Olav frowned and took the photo before his jaw dropped. It was a picture of Nicholas and Moki smiling. They looked as though they were celebrating. ‘Yes, it is him.’ He showed the picture to Rachel, whose eyes widened.

    ‘I took the picture,’ Carrie said. ‘He went by some other name. He didn’t seem angry or dangerous, though.’

    Olav nodded. ‘That’s no surprise. I’m grateful to know that he’s safe. I wish I knew where he was, though.’

    Everyone nodded in response, including Ralph.

    He looked towards the bright building, knowing that Rachel, Olav, Nicholas, and Carrie were there. It was clear they had company.

    Moki wasn’t surprised. They were all good people. He shouldn’t have left Olav and Rachel the way he did. He only was worried that monster Kang would reappear.

    Slowly, he turned away. Now was not the time for a reunion.