Creatures of the night. Viktoria Koshkina

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      – No, I warn.

      – And you thought that on you to attack with open arms, – Christina cried.

      – I didn’t count on your favor, – Amelia snapped.

      – It’s said, from love to hatred one step. – I slowly, looking in Amelia’s eyes, I approached her. – And so, our relations crossed this side old long ago, and escaped deeply forward.

      – And you think I came to you for love? – with despair in a look she asked.

      – Why it is necessary, I don’t care, – I finished, having taken away a look from the interlocutor.

      – Kolya, get out from here, – I heard the sister’s voice.

      – Get into the car, – I ordered.

      The door slapped, Christina means is already ready to leave. I followed her example.

      – So you simply will leave? – Amelia uttered behind my back while I walked to the car.

      – Fool, – I answered smiling and having opened a door in salon. Having convinced that she saw my happy sneer, and hoping that it touched her, sat down on driver’s sitting.

      All way home we went silently. On arrival, I was locked in the room.

      Mood is on zero. Nothing that would cheer up. Only the dream can calm probably. In the head not any positive thought. Amelia who suddenly fell down the head is always on the mind. What does she want? Decided to correct the past? But somehow our conversation strange began. How many I remember it, Amelia never behaved so. But passed more than twenty years, there was time “to be redesigned”. She was the lovely and kind girl, to be exact the woman (she became a vampire at the age of thirty). And today from her blew cold. I didn’t see her former, I saw her new, strange. And, apparently, that she is the stranger who, probably, simply wanted to ask what time is it now.

      Having collapsed on a bed, I stared in a ceiling. Having groped a thin, metallic, cold thread in a pocket, I pulled for it. Together with it the small pendant got out. I opened it, and the second time looked for photos. The little baby and the adult girl looked at me the stiffened eyes.

      For several minutes I peered at tiny pictures. Then I squeezed a pendant in a fist and I turned sideways, having buried a face in a wall. A couple of minutes I fixed the eyes on it, and was soon disconnected.

      I decided not to tell Christina about a knickknack yet. I know that the sister will extort details of its emergence, and I want that this secret temporarily remained my personal.

      Chapter 4

      I woke up at six evening. The small pendent continued to lie in a hand on a long gilded chain. I put it in a pocket. In the head some strange scene emerged at once. It was shots from a dream. Dreamed me as if I again endure those moments when I kill that man, near bar. But somehow differently. I suck his blood, but I don’t want to do it. After, he rises from the earth, and somewhere runs away. From what?

      I went down to drawing room. It was empty. I glanced in kitchen, and there was no Christina too. And where she got to?

      – Christina, you home? – my voice on all house was carried. She didn’t respond. Maybe she is on hunting?! Whether not often she began to hunt?! It’s already an impudence.

      The mobile phone rang out. The melody reached from a bedroom. I rose to the room. On a bedside table, “overstraining” phone lay, slowly creeping on a surface. On the screen unknown number was highlighted, without deliberating I took the call.

      – Yes, I listen.

      – Hi, – told man’s, and some familiar voice.

      – Forgive, we are familiar?

      – Even more long than you think.

      – What does it mean? Who are you?

      – I was also afraid of it – not to be recognized. Think, attentively.

      Decided to play “field of wonders”? Nerd. I’m not in the mood to solve his problems.

      – Maxim Krasnov, – the interlocutor gave up.

      – Max? – I was surprised. I didn’t expect a call from an old friend whom I didn’t see for five years.

      – Bravo! You answered correctly, – said Max.

      – I don’t trust my ears. Where are you? Are you ok?

      – Not by phone, my friend. Can we meet?

      – Of course, what a question!

      – You didn’t move? – Maxim asked.

      – No.

      – And that, you never know. It would be awkward to come, present…

      – Come to us.

      – Wait. Bye.

      – Till a meeting, – I told, but in phone beeps already sounded.

      This week is simply full of surprises. First Amalia, now Maxim appeared. What surprises expect us still?

      Despite the friend’s call, nevertheless the question “Where Christina excited?”. I perfectly know this girl, before leaving she surely would leave a precautionary note (the sister usually prefers to fix them on the refrigerator by a magnet). Or would send a SMS message, but I already checked phone, came nothing. I tried to call, but she was inaccessible, apparently on Christina’s phone the battery low. She is an adult girl, and has the right for a private life. I am obliged to remember it, but we live not in the fairy tale where everything is always remarkable, and comes to a “happy end”. Our world is confused, and from danger life isn’t insured. I worry very much for the little sister, suddenly something happens to her.

      Having sat down on a sofa, I groped some newspaper nearby. On a turn recent date, the latest issue is designated. I considered familiar photo below. I got a pendant from a pocket, and compared the photo of the girl to the photo in the newspaper. Similarity is amazing – same person. From below, under the photo small article, in the paragraph from ten offers. In it said that from suburban orphanage children run every week. The last run away Elizabeth Sokolova, whose photo is observed by all, the residents holding this newspaper in hand. One offer is devoted to information on the strengthened trial of police in this puzzle as losses of children from a shelter. The guess is considered that there was mentally unbalanced maniac kidnapper. It is supposed that it is a certain Sergey Yuryevich Sokolov who tried to steal repeatedly his daughter from orphanage. Witnesses of its intentions to entice Lisa from a playground assure that the type as obsessed, the psychopath looked.

      I think, they should consider also fault of workers of a shelter. It is possible to allow that tutors of orphanage unworthy treated with orphans, and it is possible, resorted to violence. All got used to blame maniacs while in article it is told about escapes, but not about kidnappings. But СКАЧАТЬ