Creatures of the night. Viktoria Koshkina

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СКАЧАТЬ that Leha was the father of the little boy, the clever little son Lenya. Their workshop settled down in garage of the house, and on the second floor – housing, small apartments, with rather small bedroom, kitchen with one refrigerator, a sink, the shelf with ware and a lunch little table at a wall. Plus, bathroom: the combined bathroom, a toilet bowl on one square meter from a bathroom.

      I repaired cars in a workshop not long, year, maybe one and a half, definitely I don’t remember. I was engaged in it not as the obliged person, but the amateur. Naturally, the salary was out of speech. After “dismissal” I came over to Alexey and Lionka, as the friend. In a year I became closer to them, learned something about their life. Alexey was a widower, his wife died when to the little son was without four days three years. What served as the reason of death of the spouse, the new friend was silent. After death of the wife Alexey didn’t marry, the boy was brought up by Alexey. They had no relatives, and except the father, Lionka had nobody. To support the “family duet” Alexey “stirred up” the small business, and proved tiny auto repair shop in the garage. Daily there come cars with some breakages, the master repairs one for another and receives cash for the done work. In general, not bad earnings!

      So I had two new friends. Later, in a couple of years after our first meeting, I acquainted Alexey with Christina.

      Chapter 3

      On the way specified by Christina we went nearly an hour. The right place appeared far from our house. But as outside night, darkly, we reached quicker. Seldom in such late time you will meet any “Schumacher” which decided to drive while all sleep. Streets are empty.

      I wouldn’t go to remove this garbage. But vampires have such contract for which non-compliance they will pay by life. And this contract consists of header point in which it is said that any person shouldn’t know about our existence, about vampires and werewolves. That contract serves as the true law for all damned sort. It was created by the primogenitor of our ancestors who didn’t deserve love and blessing of the Lord. All could already forget about these worthless, to whom not the necessary rules. But the matter is that the order is controlled everywhere by Artur Martimer. It does it through the “dear children”, the obedient, getting-up against his sacred word ghouls. They watch us. If something not so, Martimer knows about it earlier, than there comes dawn.

      We reached the central city park. Stopped and parked the car at a roadside, nearby.

      This park – very ominous place, I dare to notice. It is known for the leading number of robberies and attacks on women. However, there are also murders (it is not only about vampires, murderers without us are enough among people). The criminal territory, you won’t argue with it. Appearance of this park, again confirms it not well-being. As a main entrance in this park the metal, rusty arch which completely acquired some climber with small to a floor – the dried leaflets serves. The path “starting” from under an arch consists from brick, not the big size of tiles.

      Christina went ahead. I trudged afterwards as an obedient puppy. Still, the sister was the guide of two of us. We walked on a brick path. Round us surrounded high trees, with black-green color, the insignificant size bushes which didn’t abound with dense “head of hear”, and giant lengths the lamps striking about the earth with dim light. Sometimes wooden benches, places from the rotted-through, broken and failed plates meet. And it was never noticed beds with flowers, at least the smallest, at least one. Yes, really, awful square. It is the public territory, which as it is known doesn’t belong to nobody. It has no private owner and the properior. And the state didn’t care about this park. From this, it also became monastery of fear and crime; from this, it became not well-groomed and similar to a ghost.

      Christina stopped near a duet of two plants – magnificent, my growth by a bush, and a high tree with dense kroner.

      – Here, – she told, and pointed to trees.

      – Well, for what you wait? – having made a haughty look I told. It was affected.

      – You won’t help me? – sister became a little puzzled.

      – I joked.

      – Help me…

      – And I, your way, here what for? I won’t admire a picture as you drag a corpse.

      – Perfect, – Christina was delighted.

      – But it for the first and for the last time.

      From my words Christina became serious with the smile which stiffened on lips.

      – OK, – Christina agreed.

      Having moved apart bush branches, I literally became hollow in it, the benefit didn’t fall. The damned knot nearly brought down me from feet. I crushed a small, dry branch, and it turned into a small group of the small remains. To a nose sharply jumped up an unpleasant smell. And before eyes there was a dead body. Voila! Here and a corpse about which I only heard. Here he is, the friend about whom I with enthusiasm was told today. The man lay in a bloody pool, having stretched in the parties of a hand and foot. All clothes: brown trousers from the seventieth, a gray sweater and shabby as if not to holes black (from long service turned in gray) boots – all this was soiled by blood spots, especially top part of clothes. On a neck of the turned pale dead person two small openings gaped. And from them there was couple of thin, dark red paths down. Blood didn’t flow any more, all that could already left a body. The hair disheveled on the head partially were filled in with plasma. And only the bang rescued from this fate hardly covered widely open eyes of the dead man, with the horror which imprinted in them. The slightly opened mouth said that before death this type perhaps shouted.

      I seized the dead person by a foot and extended from bushes. It was risky. I threw it to myself on a shoulder. The smell that I felt before, arrived with a new force. Now everything is clear. Smelled as not decaying flesh and not any decay. This type probably didn’t wash long ago.

      The way to the car lay almost through all park. It was dangerous to bear him, especially on such open zone.

      – I have an idea, – Christina exclaimed. – Follow me.

      Christina picked out some stones from a brick path. The sister threw one of them in the next lamp. The glass lamp broke with a ringing roar. Splinters fell down on the earth. Light right there grew dim, having missed few times.

      – Now you can pass quietly here and who won’t see, – the sister told and good-natured smiled.

      – Cool! And I thought how to draw to myself attention?! – with sarcasm I spoke.

      Christina kept silent and went further. The following lamp was expected the same fate. Again noise, the splinters falling with a ring to the ground, the fused light. Both so still, and still, so far we didn’t reach Lexus. Having passed four lamps broken by Christina, I could put a corpse in a luggage carrier quietly.

      – So, so, so, – familiar, but others voice sounded behind the back.

      – From where you undertook?! – Christina as though asked a question to air.

      I didn’t understand to whom words of the sister were addressed, until I turned aside, the voice from where reached.

      In front of my eyes I saw a young girl, whose appearance I recognized right there. It was Amelia. You ask who is she?! For me СКАЧАТЬ