Rubuska: And so, the great vampire Rubuska began gathering more companions.
Rubuska: Together they resisted the darkness, resisted eternal slumber ...
Rubuska: They were close to victory! Of course, their trials would go far beyond this.
Garrison Officer: What are you all doing here?
Garrison Officer: Did you forget the curfew? Civilians are not allowed out at night!
Garrison Soldier I: Hands up!
The cold muzzles of rifles are raised, aimed at the unarmed civilians.
Garrison Soldier II: Step forward one at a time, no running! Keep still!
The soldiers raise their lights, checking the gathered people for any hint of rebellion.
Garrison Officer: Hmph ... suspicious.
Before they can approach, a sharp note cuts through the air as a shadow sweeps past them.
Garrison Officer: Ahh!
Garrison Soldier I: What the hell was that!
Young Rubuska: RUN!!
Young Rubuska: RUN!!!
Her words burst out from her perch on the tree.
The mourners freeze for a moment, stunned by the weight of the moment. Until at last they break into a desperate run, scattering, ignoring the rifles pointed their way.
Garrison Officer: In the tree!!
Garrison Officer: Aim there!
Gunfire erupts, but the black shadows throw off their aim. Bullets fly off harmlessly into the sky.
Garrison Soldier I: I can't see a thing!
Garrison Soldier II: ... Don't let them get away!
The soldiers chase after shadows as they dart in every direction, giving the civilians precious time to escape.
Garrison Officer: Damn it!!!
Garrison Soldier I: Commander, I think these must be the bodies of their families.
Garrison Soldier II: Ugh ... they're rotten, disgusting!
Garrison Officer: They've just been here watching them?
The graveyard reeks of rot and death. The soldiers roughly prod at the corpses with their boots.
Garrison Officer: Burn them.
Garrison Officer: Burn them all.
The decayed bodies are piled together. Fire catches on cloth first, then hair, then skin ...
Flames roar high, smoke billows up until it swallows the pale moon. The graveyard glows blood red.
Garrison Officer: Wait for them to return. We'll stage a lovely reunion.
Grieving Mother: Milena ...
Grieving Mother: My child, I'm sorry ...
Orphaned Child I: Mama …
Mourning Father: A pack of devils ... damn bastards ... they'll burn in hell ... my son ...
Orphaned Child II: Grandpa, the fire's burning again ...
Orphaned Child II: Just like when they burned our homes ... now they've burned you and sis too ...
Orphaned Child II: Everything's gone.
The air fills with grief, hatred, and pain.
Rubuska retreats into the forest as the fire devours what is left of her family, the rising flames turning the graveyard into a hellish scene.
Young Rubuska: You can't just burn away the souls of vampires.
Young Rubuska: No fire can. No fire ever could.
She affirms those words with complete conviction.
Young Rubuska: They don't need their bodies. Nothing can destroy them completely.
Young Rubuska: Because their souls have entered the shadows, and shadows can't be destroyed.
Young Rubuska: "In the light of the blood moon, they rise and stride under the veil of night ..."
Young Rubuska: "Freely, they live, without fear of death ..."
Young Rubuska: "For through blood they live forevermore."
She lifts the flute to her lips. Firelight dances across her face, and she plays a tune as it flickers.
Black shadows rise—one, two, three ...
They stand in silence, remaining beside their loved ones in another form.
Her song becomes a requiem, mourning the perished and their homeland left in ruins.
