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High Fever

One day she got ill, and I was very frightened. She had a high fever and looked whiter than usual. Silently she forbid me to giver her any drug, or call a doctor. She only drank weak tea or water, did not want to feed from me. I was powerless and became desperate: I feared losing her. The fever lasted  four days. She lost weight, and when she woke up, finally, she looked younger. She took some fruits, a little milk. The day after she wanted me. We spent the day and the following night in bed. Then, she was back to her normal self. We worked a little, went out for a walk along the canal, not far from our place. She told me that from time to time she was ill like this, it never lasted, and she was always happy afterwards. I was not sure what she meant, happy to be alive, or happy to have gone through another bout of illness?

Her Scent

Back home, she pulled me to our room, she wanted me to drink from her. Her scent had changed a little, I was overwhelmed by her new energy. Her appetite, following her short illness, grew immensely, both sexually and her thirst for blood. The light in her eyes looked wilder. As I fell asleep, exhausted, in her arms, much later, I started dreaming that Inga and the she-wolf were the same being. 

When I woke up, almost at sunset, Inga was busy in the house, she came to me with a radiant smile, saying she had prepared a special dinner. She had, and I realised she must have gone shopping while I was asleep. I looked at my watch, I had slept for over twenty four hours. Inga laughed. We ate, a delicious bake of vegetables and fruit. We drank Apfelwein. We talked about Hans’ story, and the diary Marlene had kept.

The Bats

Then I noticed the bats: that were flying around the courtyard, at the level of our windows, and I could hear the sound of their signals. Inga looked at me and smiled. “They are visiting us, you see, they want to know what happened, then they will tell the others…” I was speechless. It was rare to see the bats so late in the year, when the temperature had already dropped somewhat. Inga continued: “my great grand-father must have had a special talent with animals, he must have known how to communicate with them, and I have inherited from him!”

We worked a little longer, then Inga said: “the bats told me that there are shadows, around us, spies that observe us, our moves, maybe even read our thoughts…” Silence followed. I absorbed the news, which perhaps was not so new to me. I then replied that we had to move. Inga, silently, agreed. Later that night we rode to the woods.

Silent Forest

The air was clear, the forest silent. When we’d gone far away from the main path Inga said: “Let’s find a place in B**, it’s close to here, not too far for your work, and I’ll be closer to my friends.” B** would be a good choice for me, there was a direct train service to the city, and we liked the small town. We decided to start looking at places the following day. We would plan our move to be fast and discreet. I had only one month notice to give for the apartment.

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