The angry werewolves tore Pauline's luxurious dress and cloak apart, while they were dragging her out from her castle and bringing deep into their forest. Vampire princess protested, threatened that just after she will be released, she will return and bring all the werewolves pack to heel, and finally just begged for mercy, but all was useless. The werewolves tied her to the old oak and brought the birches.

"Do you really think, we will bow before you, bloodsucking bitch?" Stirba asked, angrily looking in Pauline's eyes.

"Ugh! You would not dare to speak to me like this, if my useless minions weren't this coward!" Pauline shouted. "You are nothing more than wild forest animals! You have no honour! You have no right do this to me! I am nobility! I am princess! Let me go, and I will spare you all for this time!"

"Is this your last word?" Stirba asked, riding the bunch of birches.

"Hey, don't do this! This is not necessary! I... I apologies! This all was just a silly mistake! Please, let me go! And I... I will give you this forest!" Pauline begged.

"This forest is already ours. And it was ours for generations! Girls, let's show this undead bitch her proper place!" Strirba nodded to her packmates and brought the first stroke upon Pauline's pale bottom. Proud vampire princess screamed out loud like a peasant girl, when birches soaked in Holy water landed heavily over her vulnerable bottom. Leader of the werewolves pack herself and her faithful companions birched undead bitch as merciless as she tormented one of them some hours before. Soaked in Holy Water birches literally burned undead behind, making vampiress scream so loud, that them were heard all over the whole forest, making all the creatures of the night and other supernatural beings laughing.

Pauline bawled in pain, begged and pleaded, but the werewolves finished the punishment only after all the birches were broken on her now terrible sore and almost literally burned buttocks, and she swore on her un-life, that she and her minions would never even come close to the forest edge. Only after that the werewolves finally untied the vampiress and leaved her alone in the depths of a forest.

It was almost dawn, when poor Pauline finally found the way out to her castle. Right before the first sunbeam appeared over horizon, she closed the door behind her, still weeping from the terrible pain. Next few days she was sleeping on her belly in her coffin with opened lid to make sure, that nothing will touch her burning bottom, which never was this sore. Even when she was alive.