- I know. You were saying...
Two people came out the door of the second Mercedes. Him and her. A vampire and a vampire.
Brother and sister, by the looks of it. The vampire's a little lower in a white pussy dress or something... pussy... yeah. Did I also have a scandal about my dress? The transparency and the cuts of her dress were such that any sniper (sitting on the roof) would only look at her. And not for the purpose of shooting.
The strategic places, however, were covered with glitter, but in very small quantities. Her looks, too, were such that I instantly complexed them.
She had a great figure...
The dream of any man between seventeen and seventy. High elastic breasts. A breathtakingly thin waist and steep hips. Long legs were open almost along the entire length and could compete in smoothness with marble.
A chic mane of red hair fell to the waist. A thin face with matte white skin, not spoiled and one freckle, was as if honed by a Greek sculptor - a short nose, a small stubborn chin, large bright eyes, high cheekbones, smooth wide forehead...
And narrow black arches of eyebrows taking off for the temples.
Too beautiful not to be jealous of her. Too beautiful. The flawless face spoiled the outright expression of cold arrogance. Beauty clearly didn't care about anybody around her. Even twice.
A slightly better impression was made by her companion.
Same tall, redheaded, with the same cheekbones and chin. But his brown eyes were alive and... suspicious. Waiting for a trick?
From who or what?
Meanwhile, the redheads came up to us.
- Yulia, meet me", introduced me to Mechislav. - Lady Glorianne and Lord Glasberry. Gentlemen, my personal name is Julia Leoverenskaya.
I was determined to shine my eyes on Mieczysław, but then I remembered that Vadim had been hanging in my ears. A personal surname is one who cannot be offered blood, sex or anything else. To hurt him is like hurting a vampire himself. It's rarely specified. But if the guests may pose a danger...
What danger could these two redheads pose? Don't we have enough Alfonso!?
- It's a pleasure," said the Lord. - It's just Godwyn, dear lady...
- Yulia," I introduced myself. And even managed to reach out with a quite secular gesture for a handshake.
Godwin smiled cleverly, took my hand in the palms of his hand, leaned towards it for a kiss... and we began to fall.
There was nothing. And there was no one. The grey mist that absorbed me, dragged me in, drugged me, darkened my mind...
There was all this fog all around. There was no one else. No club, no werewolf vampires, no Mieczysław, no me... No one and nothing. Only the gray clubs dragging me into the void. Tightening, eating my mind, freezing my heart...
I felt like I was in a half nap when you fell asleep, already knowing that he has nightmares - and no strength to stop, open your eyes, shake...
Just a little longer and I'll fail somewhere and become a calm and submissive... a willless doll...
I won't allow it!!!
He could have done it. Of course he could have done it. The vampire had strength, surprise, a lot of experience on his side. And I... I would have found something to oppose him, but I wouldn't have had time to realize the danger. I was saved by Katka. If I hadn't been worked up after meeting her, if...
You shouldn't have spent your energy on this...
A woman with animal eyes yanked my hand sharply.
The blur has dissipated. A nasty howl hit my ears. A redheaded vampire rolled on the ground. My sister rushed to pick him up. The rings on my hand red-hot so it hurt. But the vampire was much worse. I hit him in the face...
- Julia, you're so careless," said Mieczysław to me. - Now Godwin will have to be treated for a long time... - In the green eyes of the vampire rode a madman.
- Let him say thank you for not adding," I whispered. - Kaz-zel...
In evaluating what had happened, I knew perfectly well that I could just lose control of myself - and give up. And then what happened? Something told me it was no good. I don't think they're brainwashing to make a person feel good.
You can't, you can't trust any vampire!
- Bitch! - shouted out Glorianne. - What did he do to you!?
I looked her right in the eye.
- You have no idea what he was trying to do to the personal name of the Prince of the city? Really, you have no idea?
Brown vampire eyes sparkled with rabies. If we were alone here, I wouldn't have said hello. But it was full of vampires and werewolves and...
Oops!
I hadn't noticed the elephant, though. Or is it part of his power to remain unnoticed until he lets me pay attention to him?
- You're in your right, Julia, - approved a soft voice, which shuddered me. - It's not your fault. Godwin was the first to insult you by trying to subjugate someone else's surname. And you can demand the virus for the insult...
I took a deep breath. I squeezed the hand of Mieczysław. And I lifted my eyes to meet Alfonso da Silva.
Deceptively short stature, pumped shoulders, sharp as a chisel cut from the stone features, high clean forehead, nose with a hunchback, eyebrows shattered, huge black eyes - Diego de la Vega was not fit for him and in the sweep.
The first, second and even tenth impression was OPASEN!!!
But Skype wasn't transmitting a tenth of his... pressure. Yeah, yeah, that little Spaniard was pushing his psyche so hard with his presence that he wanted to turn around and rush out of the way. No matter where, no matter why, just to get away from him.
It was scary.
It's not even like that.
I'M AFRAID SO.
The Spaniard didn't just watch death from her black eyes. Death is so easy and simple. But what he could do, the degree of suffering when death is seen as the supreme good... and not just could.
He would want to do this to me. And he'd enjoy every minute of it. Every second of my torment. He'd drink it like an expensive wine.
It was a pleasure for someone to mock people. For him, it was life.
And then I got really scared.
Only pride wouldn't let you rise and fall. And a little bit of a vampire's hand that clenched my wrist with an iron grip.
For seconds, Alfonso and I just stood there and looked at each other. In silence.
Then he smiled, showing his fangs. And I...
I went mad.
So, what, he's stronger!? I am Leoverenskaya! I can handle it.
And I smiled the most charming smile.
- Come on, what a blame, what an insult... We all understand. The boy got used to girls just falling at his feet, so he didn't calculate...
Alfonso raised his eyebrow surprisingly. And I was already driving and windy.
- And in general, only someone equal can offend. Are we equal with... Goodwin?
- Godwin," Alfonso da Silva corrected with a soft voice. And I thought I was surrounded by a huge, three months of unfed anaconda from a horror movie.
- Though great and terrible, I shrugged my shoulders.
- The Great and Terrible Boy has yet to grow and grow," Alfonso smiled.
That's weird. Either he turned off his mental pressure, or a smile helped, but his face suddenly became a little more human. And even more beautiful. In his own, Van Dyke's manner. High cheekbones, a beard with a wedge, bottomless black eyes... he's drawn to sing "Where are you, Inesilla, I'm here under the window... Seville is hugged and dark and sleepy"...
- Who would have bothered him with that? Let him not train on me," I asked, calming down a little. You could have known that the King was being played by his entourage. And Alfonso da Silva will not come to us alone. But it didn't take long to smile either.
- Tell me, to what do we owe the honor of hosting such... outstanding representatives of the night people as Godwin and Glorianne? - I strained.
I didn't want to play the fool. Then Mieczysław will be left alone against three... or how many hell have they
brought? I can distract them at least for a while. Give it to yours... and who am I supposed to be, Mieczysław? Oh, never mind. I'll deal with it later! I'll give my walking problem a little respite.
- Godwin and Glorianne came with me, but on a different occasion - Alfonso was smiling politely, but behind the external courtesy one could feel a chilling cold of contempt and indifference. - Something had happened to you that hadn't happened in a long time. The first pregnant werewolf in many years...
- What!?
That's where I didn't care about the cold or the contempt. Alfonso and his eyelashes slammed before I could get into it and talked, no worse than a mad magpie:
- Are you saying that this has happened before? Where? When? What were their names? What was the name of the man who was able to prolong a werewolf's pregnancy! Did he - or did she use anything subsidiary - or did she use pure force? Was it one method - or several?
Alfonso flipped like a horse, coming out of my hands. When I realized who, who and where, I loosened my fingers and stepped back.
- I'm sorry. I got carried away.
For some reason, no one believed me.
- Try to be more restrained in your hobbies," Alfonso strained.
I had a tragic face. Like, I understand everything, I suffer, I apologize, I repent as much as I can and how I can...
- I'm sorry. This topic has been a big concern for me lately.
Alfonso obviously didn't believe in my remorse, but he didn't fight early either.
- I get it. You're still too young...
- It goes away. In time.
They chose not to hear me kingly.
- You'll grow up and smarter. And yet, Mechislav, there's something in your family name... life-affirming. It's a nice village spontaneity.
Damn you, you parasite!
- We all came out of the crowd like a goat from the garden," I sputtered under my nose.
They didn't hear me again. Are you deaf? Nothing. We're treating everything. Bucket enema with liquid mercury!
- I ask you to step under the roof of my humble house," said Mecislav.
I rolled my eyes. But I didn't comment. I took my vampire under my arm, and I smiled.
- Gentlemen, please...
And quietly, through your teeth: "Go deep and not crawl out of there."
But no one has heard that, except Mieczysław.
- One minute, not everyone is out yet," Alfonso raised his hand. And already evil, overbearingly, towards the car:
- You're making me angry, slave!
Oops?
A man got out of the car... almost fell out.
I took a breath, and I forgot to exhale.
Oh, my God!
I remember what condition I found Daniel in. I remember what they did to Vadim. With Boris. With Mecislav. And I thought I imagined what one human being could bring to another.
Mm-hmm. And the turkey thought he could swim. And then the water in the pot boiled.
Something hot and stiff hit my throat.
- Julia! - A voice was heard from somewhere far away.
I haven't heard. There was a hot and hot wave of anger rising from the inside. And I was glad to give it the way. Now I knew what mad rage was. There's a rapture in battle and an abyss of gloom on the edge... There is. But the author did not know that a man can sometimes become this abyss. And what has now moved to the edge of me, it dreamed of... splashing out. And God sees it, it would have covered everyone.
Saved us Mecislav.
Feeling my condition, he grabbed my hands tightly, pressed me to himself that was strong - and closed his mouth with a kiss, which knocked out the remnants of my breath.
I'm dizzy. The kiss was tough, even more so. Sharp vampire fangs scratched my lower lip to blood, there was a taste of blood on my tongue...
There wasn't enough air, I couldn't breathe, but the hands that clenched me wouldn't even let me shake my head...
The green eyes looked serious and experienced. Can I think? Can I think? You can't?
The red mist that covered my eyes is a little scattered. And Mecislav gently let me go.
- Are you all right, baby?
- No, I whispered. - But you can't wait anyway!
- What? - I don't get it, vampire.
- That's all! - I cut off and risked turning my head back to Alfonso da Silva.
Fascist... creature.
The big boatsman's bend, right off my lips, did not convey a hundredth of my anger, hatred and disgust.
* * *
Mechislav was a little nervous. And to be honest with himself, he wasn't a little nervous at all. What can chipping away Alfonso da Silva - he perfectly represented for four hundred years. And what can he do in response to his antics give Julia away?
Anything you want.
That's what he didn't doubt in the slightest. As well as the fact that his surname is incredibly strong, but he can not control himself enough. He remembered too well what happened to Ramirez. If anything, the feathers will fly from Alfonso and all his defenders. At least put a tank column here.
No, Julia is not the legendary magician of the past, not Merlin or Morgana. But she is growing at a good pace. It's improving. And she's already affecting humans and vampires in ways completely alien to him. Even though he was trying to figure it out, it wasn't working. And how do you protect yourself from something you don't understand? You can't even understand it properly?
But the first part of the meeting went surprisingly well. Yulia was just a good girl. Except Godwin got silver on his face. But that's what he wanted. Mechislav himself would have taught him good manners. With a silver whip. A little later. It is a rare impudence to obey someone else's surname in front of his (in this case, hers, Yulin's) master. But Godwin is one of the strongest vampires not on the Council. And he gets away with a lot.
It wouldn't have worked this time, but it didn't need to. Julia did a great job on her own. At first she gave in a little, and then she woke up. And she answered. The scars won't heal long now. A week or even two.
And then things went wrong...
How could he forget that Julia hates those who torture and torment people?
At the sight of Alfonso's toy, such rabies broke out in her eyes that for a moment Mechislav felt an overwhelming desire to leave everything and go far away. Then you can go back and bury the bodies.
Julia turned pale dead, clenched her hands in her fists - and the connection that is formed between the vampire and the surname Mechislav understood - she loses the rest of her composure.
And not just loses them, but reincarnates, even if internally, not externally, but it is not so important, in something terrible, dark, cruel...
A creature that's crazy. And obsessed with one desire - to rip the executioner's throat out. And then to all those who will be around. Just because that's his nature.
One minute, two minutes, and the beast is free.
And the monster will be his last name.
What happens next is unknown.
The vampire had only one choice left. He grabbed Yulia in the armful, pinned her down and kissed her hard. His hand lay confidently on the back of Julia's head. If the beast does rush outside, he'll just knock the girl out. Not for long, not for long, never mind. Let him be alone in front of Alfonso, he'll never get used to it. But everyone will be alive. Maybe he will.
But no decisive action was required.
Yulia shaken her head, was released from his hands and was quite reasonable.
Thank God.
However, Mechislav was happy too soon. The reception was just beginning.
* * *
I had grounds for the most black rage. For a mad rage that covers you like a surf with your head and you can never get out again. There were...
The man who got out of the car, the sight of whom has driven me so mad, he...
He was tall, very thin, literally every edge was visible, and it was visible that this thinness was not natural, but from hunger, blonde hair... I
mean gray hair. At first I thought he was blond. But when he approached Alfonso and stood next to his master, I realized - he was just gray as a moon. His white hair was pulled together in a shattered and fairly dirty long braid, tied up at the end by some dubious rope.
I didn't even know what the worst nightmare was. The poor man's body was covered in scars, abrasions, bruises, and some of his wounds were still bleeding, but the man paid no attention to it. Neither did anyone else. Among vampires, it was like it was okay! His back, all scarred by... what could give a scar like that? The whip? Or a whip? When a wide strip of meat is just pulled off his back and his wounds are torn with uneven edges? I didn't know, and I don't want to know. Except to make the executioner taste his own porridge. Some of the scars were pretty fresh, some were left yesterday. The face - with bruises and abrasions on his left eyebrow, keeping an indifferent, dull expression. Absolute indifference. This man didn't care if he was alive or dead. And long ago. He was wearing nothing but ripped pants out of his clothes. Once upon a time, it must have been jeans. But since then, they've been ripped, bloodstained and brought back to white. And the collar. Heavy, metal, obviously silver, or there wouldn't have been a dark strip of burnt skin on his neck, and... I looked, yeah, that's it.
The inside of the collar clearly had spikes or something like that on it. Because there was a constant flow of blood streaming out from under it. Small, very small. But vampires licked on the poor guy like cats on lard.
- I'm sorry... - without expression, a man said, raising his head.
Violet eyes shone like two amethysts on a tormented, gaunt face with an incredible shade. Not ordinary human eyes. But not "elves" either - slanted and big. His eyes were most like... what!? I couldn't understand what was strange about them! And then I realized that his eyes were the closest to werewolves in animal form. No sclera, no iris... so the whole surface of the eyeball is one solid iris. And a narrow gap in the pupil pulsating in the light of cars and lanterns.
I looked into his eyes. And with a lightning stroke, understanding came - not a vampire. Not human. Not a werewolf. Who was?!
I looked more closely. And I choked in amazement. The aura of this creature was... so unusual that there were no words to describe it.
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