About a day later, Erik found himself in front of a relatively intact house at the edges of Kirkenes, barely within the defensive line of sigils. By his side was a nervous and slightly depressed Alice.
Astrid had to remain in the dimension for now, because having a vampire walking around in the Enclave camp would just be asking for trouble.
Obviously it wouldn't be anything they couldn't handle, but why tempt fate? Besides, Astrid wasn't really interested anyway. There was enough to do inside their home.
"Is this the place?" Erik asked, warmly, to the young girl by his side.
Alice nodded softly while panning her gaze to a specific spot on the snowy ground. "It's impossible to see now, but that is where my foster parents died…" she mumbled, sadly. "They were burnt to a crisp, barely any ashes remained. Now probably scattered into the wind…"
