You can understand the girl, though. She hasn't even had her first student love yet. And Danielle... it was easy, everything! The suffering hero. Enemies. His talent.
And Danielle himself...
The woman he loved was everything to him. And nobody! None of his women - with a very rare exception - were mad at him.
He's been forgiven by everyone. Because for six months, while Danielle was with a woman, she was a goddess to him. And what's more. She was his light, life, love... Is that a lot - or a little?
It wasn't enough for Mieczysław. From his point of view, the woman should not have been put on a pedestal. He didn't need to. Instead, it was necessary to do everything so that she could live in peace. To love. To give birth to children. Raise them. Walking through dark streets at night. At least. And be completely calm. Because there's someone who will protect her. Whatever it takes. And painting paintings, writing poems and singing songs under the window... you can do it, absolutely. But what's so important about the way you look at your feelings? Isn't it more important that you can look calmly into the eyes of tomorrow and the world? Because you feel like you have a shoulder to lean on. Any moment now. They won't shut you out of the world with high walls, no. Any wall closes you off from storms, but the world closes you off. And it's the same dungeon. And Mechislav hated any restriction of his freedom - and that's why he could understand Julia - somehow...
But can't you turn around and say, "I need your help and protection" when you know. Or you can't even say it. It's still yours.
And you're not asked for much in return. Just the certainty that you're part of the whole. Mecislav knew he was ready to fight for Julie. At any moment. But if anything happened, he wanted to know he'd be supported. Absolutely. Absolutely. Without questioning or reasoning. It's just because they believe. And if anything happens to him, there are injuries that could hurt a vampire, they won't leave him anyway. Not because of his sexual abilities. Not because of money. It's not about anything else. It's just because...
Oh, shit!
The vampire suddenly caught himself on a word he didn't even want to say to himself.
He needed unconditional trust.
love
.
But Julia doesn't love him.
And after what they had yesterday... gods, how will she take it?!
Rape?
At best.
And then, his words to that half-breeder... but he couldn't resist.
Why?!
And again, the vampire didn't like the answer.
Jealousy?
But he NEVER!!!!
It was him who was jealous, loved, begged, held by all means...
It was. But it wasn't the other way around.
Yule didn't need it.
Not at all. And Mecislav knew it very well.
I don't need it. No, no, no, no, no, no...
Her only dream was to forget about everything. He wouldn't let her do it. Her only wish was to mourn her beloved in peace. He couldn't let her do it. And there was no time, and there were too many dangers, and in general, to raise Daniel to the rank of saint - it was too dangerous.
A vampire in a rage threw his fist against the wall.
The limestone crumbled and crumbled.
And then the phone rang.
This evening, Mecislav wasn't going anywhere. He wanted to wait for Yulu and talk. To think about his problems, and then meet her with a calm head and a cold mind... well, in theory. He had time to study his last name for a while and waited for her to come. With a scandal, of course. But it wasn't so bad. It's much worse if she just tries to forget everything that's happened between them, and their relationship stays in the same place.
The vampire barely noticed a smile.
Relationship...
Julia once put it this way: "All your relationships are referrals to the bed. No more and no less. Cat passion and not a gram of emotion".
She was right in many ways. And at the same time...
Now the vampire just wanted her to be there to support him, just to look at Daniel. Sincerely. Faithful. With confidence. It's like there was the safest place on the planet behind his shoulder. And at the same time, with a challenge. Who would risk touching my beloved?! I'll rip you on rags!
She loved Daniel.
And his, Mecislava, is not.
And will she be able to forgive him for what happened?!
But is he to blame for what happened?!
Yes, he lost control! So what? What's so scary!?
Everyone is alive and well. And they even had a good time together. He would have said just fine. And him and Jule. He knows when a woman enjoys it. And Julia got it. But does she recognize their relationship!? Would she agree to keep it going?
It's not a fact at all.
Shit! Why is she so stubborn! Why couldn't her power go to somebody more compliant?! Why can't Julia accept the inevitability!? What a child's play!?
It's unbearably stupid to waste time catching cockroaches, when you need to build up the strength of the clan, you need to educate fighters, you need to strengthen hard-won positions...
But no! You can calm a hysterical girl, you can pet her on the head and you can swear... you can swear on anything to keep her from blowing up! And behind it are over a thousand vampires and werewolves. And he's responsible for everyone. And he can't depend on the whims of a child's head!
Why lie to yourself, though?
Yulia's not that cocky. And everything that is necessary for the case, does without a doubt. A hundred times I could have jumped out - and all at the most unnecessary moment. But instead, she tries to help, pulls her busy business - and does not even resent much.
The claws and teeth are released when it comes to personal relationships. That's where he doesn't make the slightest concession! Not one step closer! Don't take my hand again! Power sharing comes wrapped up from head to toe - in a thirty-degree heat - in tight jeans and a shirt. He knows that these clothes will not be an obstacle to him, he knows very well. But he won't give in either. Not a centimeter. She said there wouldn't be anything between them, and she wouldn't give up on her word!
Couldn't grow it up to be less principled!
What she's gonna do after his breakdown is scary to think about.
On the other hand, it's not that much of his fault. Pissing off Council members isn't just suicide. It's a slow, painful and painful suicide. And it's at best. At worst, you'll be made the same as Charles - an eternal reminder of what it is that you'll never be able to escape!!!
I found someone to contact Alfonso da Silva for!
Now we still have to figure out how to get away with it. Ideally, it would be to bring Charles back with an apology. And put something of value on top. But Julia wouldn't do that. That's how much he knew his last name. She'd be mad at one sentence. And she'll be right. Somehow her brother still doesn't feel well. Although it wasn't Alfonso da Silva's punches that hurt him more, it was a magical storm in her beloved sister's room.
But now it's unproven.
So Charles turns out to be her legal compensation. And anyway...
Remembering Julia's response to Alfonso, "a fascist wouldn't have finished... a grenade", Mechislav just shook his head. She wouldn't give Alfonso the button off her clothes. On the contrary. If she gets a chance to make a Council member have an accident - she will run for the job with a joyful squeal.
We should keep an eye on her. God forbid a dazzling thought should come to her mind to set Alfonso's IPF. Calls the same Rokin, hints at what, how and when, that's it. She's got clean hands, the IPF's got joy in her heart.
But what can she offer to give up her revenge?
Myself?
She refused to do that at the best of times. And now...
The vampire even ate. He saw an angry Y.E. Leoverenskaya. And he strongly suspected that next time he'd be watching from a bomb shelter. As a last resort, at least he'll climb under the table. His own skin - it's very close to the body and
dear to the owner. There you go. And you want to live somehow... I've gotten used to it in seven hundred years...
Shit!
He wouldn't drag her to bed now! He's got plenty of time! You should have come! A hundred years from now, two hundred years from now, but she would have come!
But he was also caught first by the magic of Alfonso da Silva, and then by Julie's wrath. And he just lost control of himself. So much so that I don't even want to remember.
If Julia hadn't known to do this...
The power of a vampire is far greater than that of a human. KAMAZ, loaded with bags of cement, could turn over without much effort. And if his aggression hadn't turned into sex, who knows what could have happened.
In a word, it was the best way out. Now we have to take everything that happened for granted and enjoy the result.
All that remains is to explain it to Julie.
The vampire sighed and looked at the room again. Time to get out of here. It's time to clean up his room at the Three Sixes, where he was going to take Julia. The little case at the table was waiting for a chic gold emerald headset.
Mechislav didn't realize he was making the same mistake again. And Julia just doesn't need the jewels. Gold is basically junk. Not life. Not health. Not love and not even trust. It's just trinkets that somebody thinks are valuable. And they're just not important to Yule.
But he acted in good faith. And he sincerely wanted Julia to remain his mistress.
The phone kept ringing. The vampire looked at him like a poisonous snake, but picked up the phone.
- Guv? This is Dmitry from Gorelovka," said a hurried voice.
Mechislav looked at the phone screen. In fact, the code was a match. But why is his man (werewolf) calling from a local phone?
He got the answer instantly.
- Chief, we have another murder. This guy's been sprayed like Lavrika. The circle, the red symbols... I was in the guise of a beast, now I'm on my way to the nearest phone and I'm calling you. Are you coming, or are you going to clean all this up at once?
Mecislav didn't hesitate long.
The meeting with Julia has to be postponed. We'll have to go and see the body. You don't have to drag her around with you. He can see for himself, one way or another.
- We're on our way out.
- I will wait for you at the turn to the recreation center "Savraska" and walk you to the place, sir, - exhaled werewolf in the tube.
- Wait, - Mechislav hung up and started changing. For the date one clothes are good, for the inspection of the crime scene - another. Which is not pathetic. For some reason, after such an incident, the clothes are found indelible to any, even the most advertised powder, blood stains, dirt and any bodily fluids. Fi...
But we should go and see. I will. To compare, to compare...
Mechislav himself would not admit to himself that he just wants to delay the meeting with Julia and a decisive explanation. And he's grasping at any excuse. Vadim would have had enough for his eyes. Or Valentin. Or Leonidas. Send them, have them all take pictures and bring the report.
But, no.
And if a vampire had been told of his fears, only a surprised look would have been seen.
Я? Afraid? Explanation?
Do you know how many women I've successfully hanged noodles on my ears?
There were four people in the Mercedes. Two vampires - at the wheel of Gennady, a silent and withdrawn vampire of those who passed to Mieczysław after the death of Andre and Mieczysław himself in the back seat.
And two werewolves. Alexei is a young fox from the recently initiated tiger clan, and Mikhail is from the tiger clan.
I did not want to talk to Mieczysław.
Most of all, even if the vampire didn't want to admit it, he was hit by Daniel's name, pronounced by Julie. By his woman! His last name! Hell, she's just HIM! And dare to think of someone else in bed with him?
Although... she didn't really dream of being in this bed. Why would she lie to herself - if he hadn't freaked out at the loss of his human image, Julia would never have thought to calm him down in such a way. And - as pernicious as it is for conceit - Mecislav strongly suspected that if his surname had a means for quick and reliable stunned vampires - she would have used it without hesitation. What happened between them was pleasant for him. Before Julia called in another man. And for her?
Shit!
She must have been thinking about Daniela!
But it won't happen again!
It'll be just me in my bed - and her!
No matter how hard I have to work for it!
That's what Mechislav was thinking about. He got so carried away, thinking about how to lure Yulia back to his bed that he didn't have time to react adequately when the car was attacked.
It was fast and scary.
Explosions, gunshots, falling enemies... there were too many...
When two silver bullets hit him in the chest and another one hit his rib painfully, his last thought was:
"It's ridiculous... dying... now..."
* * *
They're gonna let me have a good time at the bar! And then they'll catch up, and then they'll let me do it again.
It wasn't even a sugar-free night.
Edward.
Understanding the views of vampires and werewolves.
The absence of Mieczysław.
And now there's a vampire outfit left for me. When I saw it, I freaked out and almost threw a nasty rag out the window. Why all of a sudden?
No, from somebody's point of view, it's a great dress. Well, I don't like sequin meshes. I mean, the dress is a long black stocking to the heel of some mesh fabric. And strategically important places are covered in sequins. There are a few more clusters of sequins on the body, but...
What if they move? Shine naked backwards all over the room? Even if he's in a thong, why are these ropes hiding something? I didn't notice!
What if I step on the hem of my dress? And it breaks like a stocking, from the throat to the hem? I can't wear this! Long dresses to the toes and heel shoes are not my role at all!
And wearing that in front of Alfonso da Silva... well, at least he went somewhere.
A shy knock on the door made me put a stiletto in that direction. And only after that did I call back:
- Come in!
Vadim walked through the door. He looked embarrassed.
- Julia, this is where Rudolfo Aguilar cut through.
- What!? - I woke up. - Where!?
- He is sitting in Mieczysław's office and is going to get a meeting with him and Alfonso.
- Your fish!
That wasn't allowed. It wasn't even like that. NELSE.
Not only is our candidate for the post of Prince Tula sitting down, not yet presented to the public, not only is there no Mečislav, but also Alfonso, it seems somewhere near. And if this bastard understands that we do not want Rudolfo, we will immediately receive him in our neighbors. And we'll crack with all the plans!
I sparkled with my eyes.
- What the hell does that bastard want!?
- Damn it! But I guess he's going to wait for Alfonso da Silva...
I had my eyes on Vadim. The painting was instantly formed.
Rudick is waiting for Alfonso. He complains to him about a bad Mecislava, who sent him (no matter what he sent to Tula, it is important what he sent...) and tearfully asks (or how do vampires do it?) to appoint him Prince of Tula.
That's where all of Mieczysław's plans come in.
With what?
In doing so.
But what can I do?
On the one hand, that's how Mieczysław needs to keep his hands to himself! On the other hand, I can rip his head off personally! Why do I have to involve third parties in this? And in general - I need it - another Ivan Tulsky on his side?
One is fed up!
What can I do?!
Tell you what! Tear down everything on Rudik that hasn't gone to Mieczysław yet! And Vadim will play along! Absolut
ely! That's what he likes...
The vampire listened to my explanations and snarled like a horse.
- Yulka, are you sure?
- No. But we have to get him to do something before we see Alfonso, right?
- Yaga.
- Who, me?
- No! This is about another woman! Very nice and kind...
The vampire was clearly having fun. I showed him my fist.
- Just try not to get in on time or rip me off with your smirks...
- Yulia, I'll be good!
- Better be. Or you'll have nothing to sleep against the wall!
- How's that?
- I'll rip your teeth out in person! Where's that Rudick!?
- So far, in the Chief's office.
I rubbed my hands. Soon I smeared extra fat lipstick on my lips. I grinded my eyes. And I grinned bloodthirsty, pulling down my shirt neckline.
- Well, hold on, you bastard!
* * *
Rudolfo Agnilar is free to sit in the visitor's chair in Mieczysław's office. I watched him in the surveillance camera - and decided. He fits well! And I...
I flew down the hall with a rabid torpedo, and I flew in.
- Rudik! It's so good to see you!!!
Even the lamps on the floor jumped from my squeal. And the next moment, the vampire left the chair in a fancy jump. I mean, he tried. But Valentine wasn't just dragging me around! I intercepted him halfway down the road, and I hung around his neck.
- I'm so glad you came back!!!
The vampire flipped like a horse. But I'm clingy! Almost like a distant monkey ancestor!
- Julia... uh... good evening.
- Of course it's kind!!! You're here! So it's an absolutely delightful evening.
The vampire took another step, but I didn't unhook him, so he had to stop. I immediately shouted a mad magpie.
- Sweetie's out of town now! And for this time I'm in charge of everything!
- YOU!?
The shock and terror in the vampire's voice was about equal. I couldn't see them safely and smiled right in his face. Man, why didn't I get garlic drunk?
- Oh, yeah! I'm his pham... no, that word is awfully stupid after all. Or does it come from an English family?
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But we're kind of not married! Although... Oh! I am the woman of Mecislava's life! And the limit of his dreams! There!
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