At first, Puternic watched what was going on with Vivian and Alexa. He could not refrain from laughing, specially after Alexa questioned him angrily. The worst was that Puternic was innocent that time: he was sure that Alexa would not believe any of his excuses. Anyway, he was not used to ask forgiveness, let alone for a stubborn vampiress. As a provider, he liked that Alexa was having her sexual appetite satisfied, even without his own efforts. His hands held her and the werewolf felt something strange, as if willing to take him over.<br/><br/>Fortunately, nothing happened to Puternic, even though he had no idea why. His body was sheltered against any magic or evil intentions. Only good things could hit him. It simply did not occur to Puternic that something was wrong with Alexa.<br/><br/>"Easy girl...I am hot, but you do not have to skip phases...you know we liked the foreplay", Puternic teased her, trying to hold her. However, she could not hold herself. Something was wrong with her, his instincts warned and Puternic disliked that. next to him, Vivian was also going through a similar experience. That was not normal. Like the animal he was, Puternic howled angrily, as if to intimidate the predator. "It must be that stupid Lugoj...he will pay for toying with my Alexa and Vivian and stealing Kelly!", he muttered, trying to control a desperate Alexa. Rather than a funny expression, the werewolf's face showed his concern, specially after Alexa released his flesh. That was not the way it was supposed to be.<br/><br/>Why hasn't anything happened to him?<br/><br/><div align="center">****</div><br/><em>8 years ago</em><br/><br/>Some hours after having been nearly killed by a strange creature, Rica Balatiu was stumbling in one of the streets in the Ferentari neighbourhood in Bucharest like a living dead. By-passers thought he was drunk, when in reality he was suffering an unbearable pain. Dizzy and groggy, he walked into a alley: it was 6 pm, which in mid Autumn meant darkness. He leaned against an old wood pole with the lamp broken and lowered his right hand instinctively soothing his belly, where four fangs and several smaller teeth could be easily felt. He needed to relax: for some unknown reason, he could not sleep, think or even breath. As his body was weighting too much, he slid down and sat in the base of the pole.<br/><br/>When all Rica Balatiu wanted was calm and peace, a skinny African-Brazilian ran into the alley. Followed by a dozen of skinheads, the man wearing a T-shirt of Capoeira Alemar Bucharest fought bravely with grace and elegance he had never seen. He easily fooled several of his opponents, but he never stood a chance. Finally subdued, two skinheads grabbed his arms and a third came, punching his belly. Why on Earth did they decide to come here? Rica Balatiu wanted peace and they were messing it up. Taken by a sudden surge of anger, Rica Balatiu used his powers for the first time. In less than one minute, all the skinheads were laying unconscious, severely wounded or dead on the ground.<br/><br/>"Meu Deus do Céu", the skinny black man spoke in an unknown language. "Puternic", he exclaimed surprised, without realizing Rica Balatiu would be know as Puternic from that moment on.<br/><br/>"Quiet, I want to sleep", Rica replied, curling around his own body and starting to sleep right after.<br/><br/>After some hours, in the middle of the night, Rica Balatiu woke up and the skinny black man was there, freezing like an ice cub. Touched by his loyalty, Rica Balatiu took his jacket out and offered it to the poor man - in reality, Rica Balatiu was feeling to hot.<br/><br/>"Mr. Puternic, my name is Zeca da Ginga", the black man said in Romanian with a strong foreign accent. "Mulţumesc! I want to thank you for helping me".<br/><br/>"Forget about it", Rica Balatiu replied standing up and sniffing the air for the first time.<br/><br/>Without waiting for Rica Balatiu's permission, Zeca da Ginga began to dance and swirl around him. Rica Balatiu found it funny, but Zeca da Ginga seemed to be serious - after some time, he entered a kind of trance and continued to repeat the same unknown rhymes.<br/><br/>Hoje faz noventa dias<br/>Que eu rezei a Salve Rainha.<br/>Entre o cão e a espoleta<br/>Está sentado Santo Antônio e a Virgem Maria.<br/><br/>At the end, Zeca da Ginga collapsed and fainted. Rica Balatiu did not care about him and left the man behind - he was hungry after a long time without a meal. However, as an evidence of his newly acquired territorial habits, Rica Balatiu returned to the same place just to find Zeca da Ginga, seating in a corner.<br/><br/>"It is ready. Your body is closed, Mr. Puternic".<br/><br/>