Creatures of the night. Viktoria Koshkina

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      There was a night, me, weak and ailing literally crept on one of city streets. At a view of reflection of in show-windows of cafe and shops, I saw not that handsome man (forgive me for flattery), whom I was, and the freak with the turned blue skin as if sustained in the freezer. And a joy to my vampirism was years four, only. I don’t understand how I could bring myself to exhaustion, and it was let in searches of food, without having told Christina anything. She could help me, could accompany, but then I solved that I will consult myself. I was mistaken. I sat on a bench blindly, and wasn’t near any mortal. If though one creature got, without deliberating I would kill it, together with witnesses. But I was one on the street, even cars didn’t pass.

      I closed eyes, almost fell asleep. Suddenly, on a shoulder someone’s hand laid down, the nose felt pleasant aroma of a perfume for women, eyelids involuntarily rose, and tired eyes I made out a face of the beautiful girl through muddy medley. The first, on what I paid attention, to eyes, light-blue, looking kindly, with a smile on me. I easy smiled in reply.

      – Are you okay? – the question from her lips sounded.

      I didn’t answer. She looked on the parties, sat down nearby. My eyes were again closed, I remember, lips were adjoined by something warm, smooth, pleasant… I remember a blood smell as it small drops got to me to a mouth. I regained consciousness, seized hands as it appeared in her brittle wrist and under euphoria began to extend blood from the girl’s hand. I couldn’t and didn’t want to stop. My rescuer squeaked from pain, but I as if didn’t hear. I was surprised when she pushed away me from herself with a force unusual for the lady, pulled out a hand and wound with the scarf. I tested double happiness that minute, she rescued me from hunger and when I looked at it new eyes, it seemed even that I love her, very much. With affection and a tender smile admiring her I heard some strange words.

      – And for what you are surprised, Amelie, so occurs always, – the girl spoke, diligent correcting a scarf on a wrist.

      “Having already sobered up” I noticed that she speaks with an Ukrainian accent. The young woman pulled off a scarf from a hand, curtailed into a ball and threw in a ballot box near a bench. On a place of a sting of a wound it didn’t appear, the girl pinched the remains of blood and winked at me.

      – What is your name? – she asked.

      – And yours? – touching my face, I asked a question.

      – I asked first, – she playfully objected. – Me Amelia.

      – Nikolay, simply Kolya, – I friendly stretched a hand, and the new acquaintance with pleasure reaped it.

      – And now go from here somewhere quickly, – looking around, she told, seized me by a hand and pulled along.

      She was madly pleasant to me, I didn’t resist her initiatives. I will tell only that after that acquaintances between us the love story occured, rapid, but fascinating. Sooner or later to all remarkable comes to an end, and it is more often sad, as at me. Amelia betrayed me, betrayed, is softly told, all truth was worse than blow an axe on the head. Having used my weakness when I didn’t suck week blood, three vampires of Artur Martimer rushed into my room and dragged out through a balcony on the street. Shipped in “Hamer” and took away in the Lord’s manor. Brought into the main hall where in the center the most important vampire about whom I speak you understood, sat on “chair throne”. Near him stood, having obediently hung the head and having connected hands behind the back, Amelia. She looked at me and right there looked away. I puzzly looked around that on the beloved, that, being surprised to the events. It appeared that Amelia reported all these three years on me on Martimer, on all my “feats”, take-off and falling. Inside something flared and during an instant went out as if the flood flooded peace settlements, and all inhabitants were lost. For nobility and compassion the Lord gave me blood. Without desire and enthusiasm I devastated a decanter which in a face to me was pushed by one of vampires culturists.

      On my chin the blood stream flew down, and Amelia whispered something on an ear of the Lord, askance looking at me. It became heavy on a heart, I felt myself a sheep-dog who was trained, representing master’s love and pleasure, and now solve, it is simple to lull, or to tear off the head to the deceived animal. What for? For what? Why? How? Everything mixed up. With Lord Martimer there was a long and careful conversation. It “rinsed” my brain about life and its subtleties, difficulties. I explained how the born vampire is obliged to behave, or at least the one who got honor to become him. Should I have shown the aggression! I wanted to attack him and literally chew off his head, wanted to shout that is forces as I hate all of them that didn’t choose to become the vampire, for us the choice was made by the got out of hand bloodsuckers. At the end of “rendezvous” I was “packed” into the room without furniture, with concrete walls and a floor. I didn’t expect absolutely that I will stay not some hours, and some days there. No one didn’t come to me, I was in full darkness far from society. I was brought to nervous and physical exhaustion and when I was “ready”, thrown out on will. Threw out far from the house. I looked for the road some days, thumbed a lift. But before beginning a way home it was supported with an impressive portion of blood. On a lawn at one farm the cow was grazed, here on it I broke. Probably the poor thing beat off from herd!

      Christina got me with questions of where I vanished and why I so long wasn’t at home. I didn’t think up anything better than to tell all truth. However, I passed some moments of humiliation, but Amelia’s treachery and excessive cruelty of Martimer didn’t begin to hide from the sister.

      – Nikolay, you didn’t recognize me? – having made a silly smile Amelia asked.

      I was stupefied, having seen former love.

      – What do you do here? – I threw to the visitor.

      – How what?! I came to you.

      – Don’t talk nonsense. I already forgot you, long ago.

      – Come on, Romanov, stop lie.

      – He doesn’t lie, – Christina acted.

      – Christina to interrupt seniors, and in particular to put in their ward, not well. You didn’t know? – in all remarks of Amelia theatrical affectedness as if she plays some role is heard.

      – You changed, – I tensely spoke.

      Amelia indifferently grinned and looked away from me. She is dressed in the clothes which are more looking like the man’s. Hair are hidden completely by a black hat, and it is almost not visible an eye because of massive “fields”. Hands fasten by two collars of a black raincoat together, protecting from the review all neck, without speaking about a thorax. Its length lasts a little below than knees, and already the leather boots fitting a harmonous leg on a thin heel. Even hands are hidden in black gloves.

      – Though would ask forgiveness, – with contempt Christina uttered. – Let’s get out from here.

      I inspected Amelia with grief. Banal attempt to understand, whether there were feelings to this woman. No! She is in the past, and good riddance to this vile traitress straight in a hell!

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