Creatures of the night. Viktoria Koshkina

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СКАЧАТЬ boy, I was always a madcap with the soiled face and the broken knees. I was encouraged for courage and ability to protect Christina. Parents constantly said, that me with my sister are very similar, and now we ask a question “how?”. Comparing to photos of last years, I think that I got the main lines from mother, at my order her thin structure of the face and high cheekbones, plus to it eyes.. How I remembered my mother, she always was very beautiful. I received darkly fair hair from the father. He only carried too short hairstyle, my fashion – “Grunge”, with the shaved temples. But it is not everything, after all dark dense eyebrows over my blue eyes is his “gift” too. In the white color face skin got as soon as I began “to hate the sun”. My height was higher than the sister’s for ten centimeters, but it was not a noticeable difference if to remember that mother was higher than the father approximately so. Despite the thin constitution I never was sickly. On the contrary, in early years work “molded” from me the real man and the love to physical culture consolidated effect. The defender – my main status since early years. At first I fought with Christina’s offenders, then, under my protection got Liouba. In eighteen years I met the soul mate who bore this beautiful name. We were age-mates and met two years, even planned to get married. It’s impossible to express what I felt in simple words; it is simpler to feel for me. Liouba was my first and true love; she forced my heart to fight for excitement, and to rejoice at each meeting. When we knocked on twenty, the end to the happiness came, how to be told. This is old story, and somehow I will tell it, maybe.

      Our house is designed so that entering a street door, at once you come across a drawing room with conveniently placed furniture. It at us is very old-fashioned, I admit even antiquarian. Those years parents had very immodest prosperity thanks to which we often traveled. The furniture devolved in our family, and to this day truly serves us with Christina. The soft corner had to be replaced on new, suitable to an interior. There is a TV, in a corner is farther from a fireplace, there is a record player on a bedside table, in it below, on the shelf lies the pile of vinyl records. But the most demanded element of our drawing room – steam of bookcases. We try not to lag behind therefore got the computer, the washing machine, well and still something from small equipment, plus, bought brand new Lexus a year ago. The drawing room is followed by wide, most usual kitchen where there is a round wooden table from the eightieth laid by the white cloth which is skillfully embroidered by a gold lacy pattern. Under the ladder conducting upward the small closet where we store some things from our childhood (generally toys). On the second floor we have personal rooms, only three, mine, sisters, and parents. Directly along the corridor, right at the end bathroom: two small rooms – a bathroom and a toilet. By the way, from bedrooms, our with Christina, balconies, thus in our house we got only two.

      Still silently, I hear as slowly the small heart of Christina taps, the breast rises and falls, thin fingers leaf through one page for another. It began since the earliest years as soon as the girl for the first time saw the alphabet and learned to read. Christina reached such achievements that, ask her about anything, she will answer any question, the level of her erudition is high. And I on her background simply the fool and simpletons. I don’t know what will be thirty or fifty years later when all books on the planet Earth end.

      – You were on a hunting? – Sister unexpected asked, that I became puzzled.

      – Yes, – I answered. I passed in a drawing room and I sat down on a sofa, having leaned on a back, completely relaxed, having spread out hands in the parties.

      Neglecting my state which eloquently spoke “I was tired, don’t disturb me”, Christina closed the book, and put aside. I completely won interest of sister.

      – You won’t tell? – With a call the sister asked.

      – What? – I said, having wrinkled a forehead in misunderstanding.

      – Come on, tell me, – Christina forcedly asked.

      – What to tell you?! – With irritation I grumbled.

      – I didn’t understand perhaps…?

      – Stop. Is it so interesting to you? – I cut Christina who opened a talkative mouth to repeat the question.

      The girl heatedly began to nod the red head, in a story anticipation. Having taken seat more conveniently in a chair, she crossed feet in front of herself and was going to listen. On what she hopes?! To hear something unusual, fabulous?! She probably gets up such things herself, but after all I don’t stick with questions.

      – It was the ordinary man. Wait, not absolutely usual, it was the bum. It’s all. Are you happy? – I told a short story, wishing to get rid of Christina.

      – And that’s all?

      – Yes. – I slightly rubbed a chin with finger-tips, having opened my eyes as wide as it is possible.

      – Yeah, not densely…

      – And what you wanted? Sorry, but I never asked you about this.

      – Yes please. Ask, I will answer. I too by the way was today on hunting. I killed, I drank blood… Yum-yum. I can tell you too. Well, if you want.

      – Dismiss. Mine is enough for me.

      – As we began, I will share with you today’s history. It was the local maniac. I know, you rarely read newspapers, but in recent release article was published about it, with the photo. Long time the police couldn’t catch this type. He tortured five children, and some even found dead.

      I carefully listened Christina. Meanwhile she inspirable continued to tell.

      – I alone walked on a stone footpath of park. Unexpectedly to me I met this maniac. I pretended to be the got lost teenage girl. He started asking what am I doing alone on the street in such darkness. He spoke with me so politely, but at the same time to nausea busily. I continued to play a role. I stopped, and he approached everything closer and pulled to me the wool over the eyes. Then, when the distance between us made only one of his step, he sharply seized me, having clamped the dirty palm to my mouth, and dragged in bushes. – Telling the last offer, Christina frowned.

      I was shaken a little by bravery of my sister. Of course she is a vampire, and she can kill and win. However, whom was this vampire earlier? The little cowardly young lady who was afraid to slam a fly. And what was, if Christina swung her hand to a fly swatter over an unfortunate insect?! It wouldn’t get on the purpose. And in general, no one in our family forced to kill flies with own hand, special aerosols and various poisons were engaged in this business. We needed only to buy simply them in shop. Christina was ideal “Greenpeace member”, the truth she didn’t consist in this club of security guards of the nature. Now it absolutely different.

      – I am proud of you! – I said with affectedness.

      – Thanks! This phrase was pertinent the half of the century back.

      – Better late than never.

      – All right. I understood everything, you simply can’t still get used that I don’t need your protection any more. Tell that I am not right.

      – I am very glad, – I spoke; in my voice tone of small offense and disappointment was heard. It is the truth, I didn’t probably understood that I live not with the crystal little man, and with the blood-thirsty vampire what too itself, in fact, I am.

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