Puternic sighed angered, aware that one day she would come back. After all, he had not ordered Alexa to leave. "I did not tell you to go, Alexa", the werewolf muttered, still seating on the same floor he was before. The bitch would not pay attention to him and this pissed him off for the first time. Anyway, when the vampiress needed, the female always comes back to him. His confidence remained unshaken though. Why did Kelly follow him after all? For sure, her brother was not close to the Vampire Inn, otherwise Puternic would have smelled him.<br/><br/>More importantly, Puternic was growing tired of all that magic. Being convinced that there was magic involved in all those events, Puternic was decided to turn tables. Those bastards had gone too far and it was time for him to show what he was capable of. He could easily crush their heads with his own muscles but the werewolf was decided to win them in their own game. Enough was enough, he thought to himself as he angrily stood up and scanned the room for a computer with internet access. He knew exactly what to do.<br/><br/>The werewolf moved to a corner. He simply did not care about the girls: they never lacked to satisfy his need and it would not be different that time. It did not matter his body was protected by an African-Brazilian spell. He feared that only black magic could help him by the time he sat on the computer and googled "Saint Cyprian of Antioch". He had already heard about that witch and his powerful spells: certainly, all those creatures were using variations of his witchcraft, he inferred.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.cincinnatireview.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/carrier-pigeon.jpg)</div>"Well, well, well...here it is what I was looking for", Puternic muttered to himself happily. He had already heard about that book, but he never read it. He skimmed some words and did some more research. He visited an online shop and bought the book and some more stuff he had seen in a Harry Potter's movie - after all, those kids must have learned those tricks with other kids, he sarcastically thought. He clicked "confirm" and stretched backwards in the bench, waiting for the package to arrive.<br/><br/>It did not take longer than some minutes for the delivery to arrive by air mail.<br/><br/>A pigeon reached the window next to where Puternic was seating. Impressed with the coincidence, he grabbed the pigeon and bited it, killing the poor animal, just to swallow it in pieces. With his mouth full, he spat some feather out the in though the window and opened the package. 'If this is all about power, then let the game begin', he thought to himself. His willingness to compete with those bastards was starting to show what he was capable of.