- You're a family man, a part of your lord... maybe even his best part...
Yeah, that's how I gave in to flattery. Let Mecislav himself tell you how much it takes!
- Absolutely. But you won't trust your hand to speak for you?
- I see, the vampire's smile was thin enough. - I'll wait.
I didn't have to wait long - five minutes later, the car slowed down at the Three Sixes.
Ramirez, like a true gentleman, jumped out and gently pulled me out of the car. His fingers were still warm.
Mecislav met us at the door. Modestly like that, without bread and salt. And even without a bottle of blood. He looked, as always, stunning. This time a little different style: a strict evening suit of three and a boiling white shirt, hair tied in a tail and a huge emerald on the finger of his left hand turned a vampire into a mixture of a gangster and a socialite lion. Everything on top was just fine, stylish, and even reserved, but it felt like a wild and indomitable predator hiding under the suit. It was just a challenge to the female sexuality. Two werewolves were blowing off nearby visitors, but three girls of fifteen or sixteen years old furiously went to the attack. I understood them. I even felt sorry for them sometimes. The sword is beautiful. I would fall in love, but here's the trouble: I didn't even like Lenka di Caprio. I don't like hyper-lubricated people. I'm sorry.
- Ramirez! It's so good to see you!
Welcoming smile was spoiled - one of the girls turned out of the werewolf's grip and hung around the neck of the Prince of the city.
- Hello, my name is Luda! Maybe we should meet. Or can I at least leave my phone? Do you come here often? What's your name?
I sighed. Oh, shit. I didn't want to...
Two steps on the asphalt. One hand movement. And the brush "me, here and there" turns out to be a hard grip. One more movement, and the girl can't get out anymore. Well, I mean, she can, but leaving me a few fingers to remember. It's not like she's gonna have any fun. It hurts when you twist your hand behind your back. I know it does. How many times Valentine twisted my hand until I learned something, it's scary to remember.
- Hands off my private property. I'll pull my legs out. And I'll pluck the other three hairs out. Honey, where's your security? What are they being paid for?
It's as bitchy and caustic as I wanted it to be. It's an ice cat.
- Boris, take that fool away from me!
A vampire listened, and I hung around the neck at Mečislav's.
- – Я
this is .
I missed you,
this is .
missed you...
Cheeky hottie couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. He cleverly intercepted me so he could see my eyes.
- Come on, Curly... We just saw each other...
It sounded like a honeyed tenderness in my voice. And the scent of wildflowers made my head go crazy. I'd have kissel in his hands if my green eyes weren't shining bright lights: "Don't overdo it!" And I slightly lowered my eyelashes. I won't overdo it. But can I make fun of you a little bit?
No, you can't.
And then Mieczysław leaned towards me, and all clever thoughts drowned in the feeling of his lips on my lips. I couldn't even bite. We have love, and I answered the kiss. For the first time, I answered it myself.
It felt amazing. A liquid fire spilled over my body, my nipples strained and throbbed under a thin cloth, and my hands buried themselves in the mane of black soft hair. I purrred and rubbed my whole body against the vampire. Priya-at-no... I also want...
The vampire's hands moved a little lower from my waist, but I didn't even think to resist. The kiss went on, depriving me of my last vestiges of composure. Peace be upon him, it fell in battle with a worthy opponent...
Mecislav suddenly broke away from me, and I tried to pull him back in. It didn't work.
- Baby, pull yourself together. It'll happen, but later. Ramirez, please come into my humble Three Sixes club. Be my guest.
I confirmed his words with a mechanical nod. Oh, your fish, it's just...
not
to play this... I'll lose without even taking cards... Why is this vampire
this is .
working on me?!
- We're always glad to see you.
- It's a pity that you're here on duty now," added Mieczysław. Sincerity in his words did not even sleep over.
Ramirez also "sincerely" smiled in return.
- Your city is just beautiful. Who knows, maybe I will come here from time to time. Rest in between jobs...
- Of course, I purrred. - Danielle told me that you were friends for a while. You will tell me about him, won't you?
Ramirez squeaked, but he held out.
- Your master had been friends with him for much longer...
- Oh, but you have such vivid common memories... I thought you liked to rest near Seville...
That's where Maria's grave was. I knew where. And Ramirez knew what I was talking about. There was a rage in her black eyes.
- We'll talk about Seville later. First things first.
- Perhaps you'd like to take a break from the road?
Mecislav was a courtesy with a grated poison. Ramirez shook his head negative.
- I wasn't that tired. Where do you want to go?
- To the right and down the stairs. There's a small banquet hall.
We only managed to get inside. The underground floor of the club was cleared of visitors, and now there were only five people sitting at the small banquet hall: Valentin and Lisa, Vadim, Slava and Klara. Valentine and Lisa were separately talking about something and eating raw meat with spices; Vadim was separately in the corner, looking at everything and everything; Slava and her beloved Padi were separately, with the view of those sentenced to execution. I waved all my hand.
- Hello, I haven't seen anyone.
Werewolves jumped up and made a synchronous bow. Valentin and Lisa - instantly, Clara and Slava - two seconds behind. Well, they will learn. It's a matter of profit.
- Prince, we welcome you.
Vadim made a charming bow.
- My lord, Julia Yevgenyevna, Mr. Ramirez...
Ramirez didn't even nod back.
- What have you heard about the Tula delegation? - He went into space.
- They're coming," Vadim answered immediately. - They called about twenty minutes ago, they should be here in ten or twenty minutes.
- Okay. I'll wait.
Ramirez sat down at the table and depicted a bored aristocrat in a brewery. Mecislav pulled me closer to him. All this time, he kept my hand in his hand like a machine stroking his finger. And the fact that these strokes all the way down my stomach reduced my cramped desire - it's like little things. And you can't be outraged. If we break the picture, we'll cut it into shrapnel...
- We'll leave you alone for a while," he said. And immediately he dragged me aside behind the screen.
There was a narrow door and a corridor.
- The vampires aren't related to the mole, are they?
- They're more like rats. I hadn't heard about a mole animal, - for some reason Mecislav didn't accept the irony. I wonder, what happened?
I got the answer in two minutes.
A vampire dragged me down the corridor and shoved me into a small room. And where did the sexiness go? There was a very angry vampire standing in front of me now.
- What happened between you two?! Ramirez looks like he drank a liter of blood and you got a bite on your arm!
I put my eyes down. It's really my fault.
- It was an accident. He started making indecent hints in my car, I got angry, and I accidentally gave it to him...
force
. I didn't mean to...
- You didn't want what?! - Mechislav's stitched up. - Do you know that in our culture drinking blood almost equals sex?!
I shaken my head. Sex? Well, well, well.
- Did you say that Ramirez has a taste for S&M? Then he got it all!
- What do
you mean?
I told him about all my feelings. Ramirez must have felt worse. Mecislav thought about it for a while, and then he looked up at me with huge green eyes.
- That's it. I wonder if we're gonna have that now, too.
- It's not a long time to check," I confessed. - Actually, I was afraid it would be much worse.
- I understand that. Actually, I thought you weren't going to be back by tonight.
- I thought so myself.
- Well, that's not bad either. I like the fact that you're making up for it quickly. Do you think closer to dawn we could try to share...
force
?
That's so sweet! I'll share, and Mechislav will only have fun...
- Question. Only if there's no sex.
Mechislav shook his head.
- Julia, do you realize that we have to sleep together until Ramirez leaves?
- What?!
I didn't get a vampire's hand. Yes, you did. But I got my foot in the knee.
- You fang bastard...
Mieczyslaw cleverly intercepted me on the second strike, pulled, and we fell on the carpet. As it happens, I'm from below.
- Let go! Uroyu!
Mechislav didn't even think to listen. On the contrary, he was moving, making himself comfortable.
- And why are you so boiling?
- You bastard, you bastard...
I shouldn't be boiling... He's having fun, I can see it in his eyes... in his cheeky, green, bad eyes! And I... me...
Well, when will I stop
this is .
to respond to this vampire?!
- Yulia - explained the vampire, who sees and assesses my condition perfectly - you have very, very indecent thoughts. I meant that we just have to sleep in the same bed until Ramirez leaves. In the afternoon, if you want to go home to sleep. But my scent should be on your skin. What's more, you should smell me. If you want - we'll hug, if you want - you'll sleep at my place in the afternoon; anyway, while I'm sleeping, I won't hit on you...
- Yeah, you bet. It's already necrophilia," I said.
The vampire used to ignore my indignation and continue:
- You're my surname. And if you're not sleeping with me, then you can be asked... or offered... or forced to do anything at all. Especially since you asked for it.
I woke up.
- I wasn't asking for it! My
power
acted uncontrollably! And get off me, you toothed bastard!
Mecislav didn't even think to listen.
- Why, my joy? We still have time, the carpet is very comfortable...
- We don't have time. And the carpet is prickly," I resented, "knowing that it's a little longer, and I'll even agree to cactuses. A pleasant warmth was poured all over the body. The skin became so sensitive that it was scary to even think about sex - every movement was felt by small electrical discharges. I could fight anyone and anything, but how could I cope with my own body? You have to be a saint to do it. What about me?
I didn't even pull on a sinner. My business used to depend on being burned at the stake. There's no way.
- No one's ever complained to me about this rug before. - Mecislav's thinking clearly, and I admired it once again. It's beautiful. Incredibly handsome for a man. And no sweets, so popular in Hollywood. Purely male, strong and predatory beauty. And from the tips of black strands to the tips of well-groomed fingernails, it's all a challenge to women's sensuality. A giant Brazilian cat basking in the sun. Devilish beauty and grace. - I promise to change the carpet. I'll promise you anything when you breathe like this, and my hands are reaching for your breasts...
The vampire's words didn't go away with the case, his hands reached out brazenly, but I couldn't scold him or try to kick him.
The door swung open, and Ramirez appeared on the doorstep.
Mecislav put his hand where he was going and looked at him.
- Did something happen? We're a little busy here...
The hand did not even think to move, as if emphasizing: mine! Don't touch it!
- Yes," Ramirez strained it. - The delegation from Tula was shot with automatic rifles five kilometres from the city.
Even if the vampire had been told, "Husband's coming!" - he wouldn't have gotten on his feet any faster. He was just lying on me, and now he's standing next to me and he's reaching out his hand.
- Fluffy, come on up. We have a serious problem.
I obediently grasped the outstretched hand, Mecislav yanked too hard - and I also took off on my feet, with my nose in his chest. Goodbye, tonal cream and white shirt. Mieczyslaw immediately hugged me by my shoulders with his other hand.
- Who reported it?
- Major Couchlin called. - Vadim hangs out from behind Ramirez's back like a devil from a box.
- Come here and tell me the details.
Vadim obediently squeezed in and winked at me until Ramirez could see. I didn't even blush. What can't you do to turn around?
- Sergei Petrovich called. He said that our friends had left one traffic police station, but had not reached the second. It's the only road there. Our werewolves live nearby. I got excited and sent Lydia and Timothy to check what was on the road. They found the car that had been shot and the bodies. They put up a "road repair" sign and they're still in control. But we need to get out there now. They won't last long even with the police.
Mechislav scolded. It's beautiful.
- Ramirez, I'm sorry, there's an emergency. Vadim, the cars are in the driveway. Three, with a team and drivers.
- I already ordered four.
- There won't be any extra ones. Order me to take my furry home. Ramirez, if you'll excuse me, we'll talk after I get back.
- I'm coming with you.
Ramirez and I said it in one voice and looked at each other. Mecislav was screaming.
- Okay. Ramirez, you'll get a seat in the car. I apologize for your lack of comfort.
- Doesn't matter.
- Curly, you go home.
Yeah, it's not enough yet! Throwing me out of the middle of something?! I won't let you!
- No. I have to be there. Don't forget, I can feel something. Or I can't. What if you don't?
It's been a long time since a vampire thought.
- Get in the cars!
And we rushed up the stairs like a tyrannosaurus rex was chasing us personally.
Four healthy SUVs were standing by the porch. Mieczysław put me in the second one, Ramirez was politely put in the third one - and the cars broke off at third speed.
- Kudryashka, try not to get confused under our feet.
- Okay.
- In case of the slightest danger, you get in the jeep and sit here until it passes.
- Yes, sir. What if we get fired at with a grenade launcher?
- You shut the door behind you. It's an armored car, special order, it'll hold.
I nodded. And I asked a question that's been on my tongue for five minutes.
- Is this a war with Tula vampires?
Mecislav wouldn't feel sorry for me.
- If we don't find the killer, then yes.
- So how's the vampire war going?
- It's a duel of princes.
And that's it? No guerrillas, no massive air attacks, or... what else can you think of? Well, not a military me! I'm a biologist! That's a pity. Now some Major Pronin is more needed than Academician Pavlov.
- Hmm. I expected the worst.
- It's simple: an offended person causes an offender to fight. In this case, Ivan Tulsky is me.
- What is he, a suicide?
- No. He's five hundred years older than me. And he can give me one left. He could have done it earlier.
- And now?
- We saw each other a hundred years ago. Or a hundred and twenty years ago. I grew up. I've grown stronger. And I have a family name that can share
force
.
Especially when his... her... I mean, I'm being pinned to the wall lik
e today.
- I mean, maybe. What about him?
- He can't have a family name. Not everybody's given that.
- Okay. Why a fight and not a wall to wall?
I didn't make myself clear, but the war was different for me. Not a fight, but a partisan fight: derailed trains, mines in the toilets of the enemy, shootings from DZOT, common chest to chest bruising, intelligence and spying...
I didn't get a chance to think about it.
- The Council has forbidden us to exterminate each other. Fights are allowed because the death toll will be within the minimum. One or two. Anyway, how do you imagine a vampire war?
- Polyanka under the moon, on both sides an army of bloodsuckers with machine guns and machine guns coming from above, dodging...
Mieczysław rolled his eyes, but then did his best to supplement my speech:
- And then the IPF enters the clearing and covers both the right and the left.
Yes. And he will. And he'll cover it. With flamethrowers and APCs. And then with grave slabs.
- I didn't take that into account.
- Here. And the Council did. So if we don't find the killers right away, I have another fight to fight.
- Guv?
The car stopped, and we jumped into the road.
* * *
There were two Mercedes on the country road. Black and impressive. They'd be afraid to collect money from them, too. What if there's some superiors inside? Then there'll be more trouble than pleasure.
And both Mercedes were literally riddled with bullets.
All the doors are open.
Mechislav went around the cars, looked inside - and put his hand forward.
- Curly, stay where you are. You'd better not see it.
- Is it that bad?
- How bad can brains be all over the salon? I was glad the cars were tinted. The sight of scattered turtles wouldn't have made me feel better.
- What happened here, anyway?
- They stopped for some reason," said the man standing nearby. - And they were shot at point blank range. Then they opened the doors, fired control shots and left.
I nodded.
- And did you find them?
- Yes. My wife and I live in the village. And the Prince asked us to check what happened. We checked and started calling you.
- Are you Timothy? - I guessed so.
- Yes. And my wife Lydia.
A pretty little woman standing nearby waved at me.
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