Night. Part 1. Anna Fox

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      A red-hot orange ball was disappearing over the horizon. It was less visible because of the tall buildings. The sky shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow – from bright pink to dark blue. At the very edge of the earth, slowly disappearing golden arrows stretched into different ends. Strips of planes divided the endless expanses of the sky into parts, resembling cracks in the glass. A cool breeze blew from the north, cooling the air heated in a day.

      But Francesca didn’t see or feel any of this. Now she felt only a distinct smell of blood. Even in sleep.

      She felt tingle under the ribs. From suddenly surging feelings, the girl immediately woke up. Before her eyes stood the darkness, diluted with a slight gloss of ceramic tiles. Covering her face with her hands, Francesca rolled onto her back. Near the sink and shower – it means that she is in the bathroom, lying on the blanket, under which was hiding when she ran here. She didn’t want to get up. The body didn’t obey. The head was buzzing.

      The sun, at parting, flashed a fiery scarlet edge of a shining disk and disappeared beyond the horizon. The sky immediately became cold shades of twilight.

      Francesca turned back and went down on all fours. Crawling to the doorway, she tried not to breathe, so as not to feel the frantic heady aroma. Looking out and glancing at the window, she realized that the day had already gone to give light to other lands. All the better.

      As an outbreak, immediately appeared an idea to hide away smells that irritated the brain. She stuffed the blanket into the washing machine, then walked into the room and, quickly going to the bed, took off the pillowcases and pulled off the sheet. She went back to the bathroom, quickly pushed everything into the machine and slammed the door. It became easier quite a bit. In the air, the persistent smell was still soaring.

      Francesca grabbed a bottle of cheap perfume from the glass shelf near the sink and began to spray around its contents. Instantly, the sweet candy-floral aroma dissipated within of the apartment. It permeated the walls and floor, and seemingly hid the irritant in a fragrant fog. But only the blood still invariably was felt by surprisingly sensitive nose. From that the stomach went in knots.

      Then she unscrewed the lid of the bottle and in a rush spilled liquid throughout the apartment. The progress has been. But it was too poisonously obvious. Now she decided that it was better to open the window and let the air out, as the smells increased ten times, if not more, and unbearably burned nostrils. Francesca opened the window wide and let in a wave of fresh air into the room. Well? Will this war with smells end or not? She sat down tiredly on the floor and wrapped her arms around her knees, pressing them to her chest.

      It’s disgusting. And it’s a shame. Francesca was scared, angry, and confused. Everything that happened to her was more like madness. It couldn’t be real.

      She looked at her hands, fingers, nails. Straightened and studied the legs, knees, feet. Everything seems to be the same. Only the skin became smoother and lighter. Flawless. Well, in general, there is no change. Warm, so not dead. But the body felt terribly oppressive fatigue, as if she hadn’t slept or eaten for a week.

      Probably worth a look in the mirror…

      Francesca stood up and walked slowly to the mirror on the wall beside her bed. She walked timidly over to the glittering glass in the wooden frame and looked into her eyes. Her shadow-shaded reflection, in turn, looked at Francesca.

      The usual gray iris, with a blue rim around the edges, was now dark purple. Deciding that this is an optical illusion, she pressed her hands to her face, rubbed it and, removing them, looked at herself again. It’s purple. Almost black. The girl frowned, but she didn’t have enough strength to think rationally, so she just continued to examine herself. Nose, forehead, hair, neck – all the same as before. But after all the main, of course, were far not these features.

      She put her index fingers under her upper lip and, looking intently at her mouth, as if afraid to miss something, lifted her up. White, smooth, beautiful teeth. And just standing out, like a prima ballerina on stage, two long…

      “Ah…” she gasped out of her chest.

      …razor-sharp…

      “Ahh…” she monotonously stretched.

      …animal fangs glittered in the gloom.

      “Ahhhh…” groaning, the girl was sliding to the floor.

      It was as if she saw a monster. All veins have pinned down by ice chains of fear.

      “No. No! NO!” she repeated. “I don’t want! This can’t be happening! No!”

      And the forces, as before, quickly left. And soon Francesca collapsed limply on the cold floor, but slowly and quietly continued to repeat:

      “No… no… no…”

      After a while she began to shiver. A small shudder ran through the skin, the girl began to shake from within. She felt something very much like hunger. Or rather, thirst, only multiplied a hundred times. Deep down, Francesca knew – it wasn’t hard to guess – what she needed, what her body required, but the last thing she wanted. It’s unfair. It’s cruel.

      Francesca fought hard, but in vain. And gradually the mind began to leave the girl. And its place was taken by instincts. They didn’t argue with her. They’ve established that between her life and someone else’s, they choose her.

      She looked like a somnambulist: the body was moving, but there was no consciousness. It slept, fell into a slumber. But there was no emptiness inside either, not at all.

      Rising from the floor, she walked slowly to the closet. Hands reached for the brightest and most attractive clothes – what else is necessary for search of a victim? A translucent blue blouse with a plunging neckline, black leather shorts in sequins and rhinestones – all these clothes gave her Tammy, deciding to play a joke on her once. They laughed for a long time, because even without words it was clear that Francesca wouldn’t wear such thing. Black patent leather shoes with metal rivets showed off on the bottom shelf. Part of the same story. Now, a friend’s gift will serve well.

      A creature that was born inside wasn’t waste time on preening. And so, dressed, the girl immediately went to the door.

      Somewhere in a depth of this body remained Francesca’s pathetic crumbs of mind. She wanted to stop herself, but she didn’t even have the strength to desire anything. The animal that had found its way into a world was suppressing her more and more, growing and taking its place. It absorbed her body until finally Francesca fell into a deep sleep. And the monster nothing more interfered.

      Once on the street, she stood in the shadow near the entrance. Wait, now it only remained to wait.

      Soon, the sound of footsteps and loud laughter swept the street. Yes, it is the red-haired Bunny, the bully Kevin and their friends – her companions and best friends for tonight. Where at night is the biggest gathering of young people full of life energy? Naturally, in clubs. Francesca didn’t know a single club, and the neighbors, who loved to have СКАЧАТЬ