Here he comes - and in an ambush she can only lie down! On her stomach!!! A month!!! TWO MONTHS!!!
How much can you tease him! Bring him in!? Get on your nerves!? Make him nervous!? Not to admit the obvious!? To fight and argue, to disagree on anything, to ignore any attempt to get closer...
To call Him in bed someone else's name!!!
As much as you can!?
How long is he gonna stand for this!?
First Godwin, now... here!
The vampire wasn't just furious. His eyes were covered with bloody mist, his breath was intercepted, and his throat was almost pounding angrily - for it had never been pounding since his death.
I'll be there soon. Wait for me, Julia. You're my last name. Not only that, you're my woman. YOU'RE MY WOMAN. For the rest of your life. And I won't let you treat me like this anymore. I've been soft and kind. And it didn't help. Well, let it be.
If you have to be a scoundrel to keep you, I will. If you have to be chained to yourself, I will. I'll do anything, but I can't take it anymore!
The vampire's black hair stretched out on his shoulders. Green eyes burned with unbearable light, the greens sprawled all over the eye, capturing both pupils and squirrels, fangs came out to the full length, blush played on the dark cheeks ...
Edward, picking up a weapon on his arm, was dangerously mad at his friend. He's never seen Mieczysław so mad. In such uncontrollable rage.
No, Mechislav has been mad before. But at least he tried to control himself somehow. And now... For a moment, the vampire thought an angry Ussuri tiger was running around the room.
Julia is cheating on him, the vampire suddenly understood. And he was even a little scared. What will Mechsislav change from his surname? Who knows...
However, it took Edward a long time to think about it.
- Slavka, is that RPG-32?
- Yes.
- Do you mind?
- No. Although it might be too serious for the city.
- Against your Priest?
- Better take the AKM. Or the AKM. There's one with silver bullets. Give me one, too.
- ACSU? Do you prefer the classics?
- Sometimes it's as good as modern. And you can order ammo for it. Don't be picky!
Vladimir, who had come out delicately for the time of the conversation, returned and froze on the doorst, looking at the furious chief and Eduard with a flamethrower in his hands.
- At last," mechislav roared. - Gather round. We're moving out!
- Where to?
Vladimir shouldn't have asked that. Mieczyslaw shone his eyes at him so much that the vampire even got stuck.
- Are you still here? I want you both in the car in ten minutes. Combat readiness! Well!?
Eduard rushed out of his office, almost hitting Vladimir on the way. However, Vladimir also rushed to carry out the order. And we have to order the Hummer Jeep to the porch. It's a good car for all kinds of contingencies.
* * *
Where did Mechislav go? In such a hurry and with the nearest assistants?
She was awfully curious. But how would she know?
Did that bastard Leoverinsky get into anything?
How good it would be! And then...
She took a look at the little screen. The good ones are selling bugs now. One small, no bigger than a dung beetle on the bottom of a car - and you can always find out where the arrogant son of a bitch is!
The green light of the car was moving quickly through the city. Then it froze. The woman was thinking. What could it be? In this street?
That's right! Old sports center!
I wonder what a vampire might need in there.
What if we went and watched?
She didn't hesitate very long. You can always take a taxi. And you don't even have to pay for it. It's enough to cloud the driver's mind. And there, on the spot...
She had no idea what was going on there or what she could do. But... trying isn't torture. Encouraged by an old saying, the woman grabbed her purse and flew out of the room.
* * *
Vadim was the first to arrive. He only took Irida with him.
- Hey, I said hello.
- Hey. Yulia, can I talk to you for two minutes?
- Yes, you can.
We came out of the room. We looked around, and the vampire politely opened the door to the next office for me. The lock crunched and broke.
- Yulka, I got a call from Mechislav.
- So what? - I'm the one who got the feeling.
- He woke up and wanted to see you.
- I wouldn't have seen his age.
- I'm afraid we'll have to soon. And he won't be in the best mood.
I sighed and turned to the door.
- Vadik, I've had enough of one Priests for now. Let's solve problems as we get there? Whoever shows up first and kicks the first one. Let's go see the guys, shall we?
A vampire put his palm on my shoulder. His fingers were suddenly warm.
- Julia, don't worry. Don't worry, girlfriend. We'll find that bastard. I talked to the guys while I was driving here. I believe in you. You did it, you got that bastard right. And we're gonna make it. And Nastia will live.
I rubbed my cheek on Vadim's palm for a moment. Who knew how much I needed those simple words. This confidence in myself...
If Mecislav had said so...
But you can't expect him.
* * *
The door with the complaining squeak hit the wall and hung on one hinge. And we were shocked to see Mieczysław. The vampire was... just not enough words!
I'm used to seeing Mieczysław always elegant, calm, reserved, in some amazing couture clothes. Or at least specially sewn on him. But like this?
Mechislav, Eduard and Vladimir merged with each other in camouflage spots. For fuck's sake, here in town, I never understood. But still. Camouflage jackets, tall boots, hair tied at the back in a tight ponytail...
But for some reason, at the sight of this purely military painting, I wanted to rip off the camouflage uniform from Mieczysław - and run with my lips and hands all over his body!
Blood caught abruptly and evil in the temples, the lower abdomen became hot and wet, and the fingers caught traitorously cold. I hurriedly took the hungry look away from the vampire's eyes burning with the green flames. But it was too late.
- Everybody out. Leave me and Julia alone for five minutes. Whoever eavesdrops - I'll kill, - Mecislav briefly ordered.
And no one dared object to him. Not even Charles. Not even me. Vampires and werewolves were obediently reaching for the exit. Leonidas was the last to come out, giving me a sympathetic look. Or was he the one looking at the monitors?
- You gonna fight? - I sighed with my eyes down. What if I do it now?
- It would be worth it. But it wouldn't help, right?
I shone my eyes at the vampire, and I stumbled back on the floor. Soon I'll learn the linoleum drawing by heart.
- Nastia's been kidnapped.
- I know. I've already been told.
- And all you care about is showing which one of us is in charge?
- Almost. Look at me, Julia.
I exhaled, and I looked up. On black boots, dirty green camouflage pants and a jacket - right to a stunningly beautiful face. When did the vampire get this close?
- Did you grow flowers on you?
- Julia...
Wow. That's the second time in five minutes I've been called by name! Progress!
A warm hand touched my face. Mieczysław did not press, did not hold me, but did not allow me to withdraw. The slightest movement - and we would have touched the entire body surface. The vampire wouldn't move any closer. He effortlessly and at the same time confidently ran his fingertip over my cheek, circled my chin...
- Did it ever occur to you that I'm just worried?
I tried to snort. But it wasn't convincing. It's hard to snort convincingly when your breath is interrupted by convulsive sobbing, and your lips keep opening up for a k
iss. The vampire's finger slowly outlined my lips.
- You've bitten all your lips again. Are you nervous, Fluffy?
- Enjoying life...
Does that sound like my voice? So hoarse, so... insecure?
- I was really scared for you. Very scared of you. You understand that, don't you?
- You shouldn't have. What could happen to me?
- Anything. I'm not going to lecture you.
- And good.
- Instead of that...
The vampire tilted his head and touched my lips.
I froze on the spot. I took my breath away. And I stuck with my helpless moan to my - the hell with principles! My vampire.
I just couldn't control myself anymore. I was going crazy. I was helplessly sailing on emerald waves of passion. I kissed him, clung to him like the only support in a quivering and swinging world, clung to his shoulders, and seemed to be fasting deafly.
God knows, if Mechislav kissed me just for the sake of punishment, or to control, to submit to his will, to make something happen... I wouldn't forgive him in life!
But the vampire was captured by this sweet madness as much as I was. He pressed me against him with such force that I could barely breathe. His hands would freeze for a few moments, then slide again over my body. His green eyes burned with ruthless and greedy fire.
It took a few minutes, but it seemed to me that centuries and centuries before he could finally get his act together.
The kiss was interrupted. But the vampire wasn't even going to let me go free. We were just standing there pressing each other together, too. And the fingers of his left hand, buried in my hair, gently went over the tangled strands.
- Mine," he whispered quietly.
And I put my eyelashes down.
Him.
From the beginning, his.
And there's nothing you can do about it. From the minute I first saw him. I fought back for a reason. No. I knew perfectly well what could happen. And I was afraid of it more than my life.
And now I'm afraid.
I'm 20. He's seven hundred. How's that for "unequal marriage"? I won't even notice my identity disappear. And I'm gonna turn into the alter ego of a green-eyed vampire. A kind of dog that lies at the king's feet and humbly vomits anyone the king's hand indicates. And also takes the bones out of his hands and shows his art to everyone on command. Lie down. Sit down. To be afraid. The voice. A paw.
I bet a vampire can come up with a million more teams.
I'm stuck. And Mechislav caught my mood perfectly. He lifted my face up by my chin and looked me in the eyes.
- Yulia, don't. You're welcome.
- Don't what? - I've been deafly asking.
- This one. Look, I need you. I almost went crazy when I realized I could lose you. That you're back in the mouth of a dangerous and predatory creature! I can't do this! I'm tired of being afraid for you! I go crazy when I think I can lose you...
- Why? - I abruptly interrupted.
Green eyes flashed with indignation. But I wasn't afraid anymore. Having been there, in the desert of death from which I brought the vampire, did I begin to understand something about him or myself... both of us? Because the vampire and the surname are, in fact, one. And there's nothing you can do about it. Even if the whole has only grown halfway so far.
The painting of me and Mieczysław in the form of Siamese twins, made me snort. And the vampire shook his head.
- Is that how to talk to you?!
- You don't have to talk. But to answer the will! Why don't you want to lose me?
Mechislav slowed it down a bit.
- Yulia... it's hard for me to say. I need you.
- As a surname. I know. What else?
- I don't just need you as a surname. You're... you're a flighty, stupid, crazy, totally awesome girl!
- Mm-hmm. And I also put everything upside down, know how to dust and clean carpets," I sadly agreed. I wanted to say something about soup, but... why would a vampire want soup?
The euphoria of the kiss is gone. And all that was left was sadness and disappointment. Mecislav tried again, but I shook my head.
- Don't, okay? Look, what you're offering me is...
I don't know what I would say to him. Not enough? Not enough? A love surrogate is no substitute for love, like fructose sugar!?
I never knew that. And neither did the vampire answer. Because on one of the screens... two figures flashed - and in one I recognized Nastia!!!
The vampire followed my look. The next moment his eyes sparkled with predatory hunting excitement, he let me out of my arms, in one movement opened the door, almost knocking down the eavesdropping Vadim and barked:
- Everybody over here!
* * *
Yes, it was really Nastia. She was pale. Shredded. And I think she's on the verge of hysterics. And holding her hand, holding... holding some shapeless creature. I mean, it was definitely human. Arms, legs and head were guessing. But shapeless jeans like "bag" and the same blown windbreaker with the hood hid all the shapes of the figure. Hell knows if it's a guy or a girl.
And they went straight to the complex. Not shy and not nervous. And we were looking at the screens. So they disappeared from one. They showed up on the other one. It's as if passers-by didn't even notice them. But why? And why doesn't Nastia resist?! Why is she like frozen?! Why isn't she trying to run away?!
Drugs?
Your... what drugs!? She's a werewolf! She'll digest them at 2:00! But then what?
Priest, that's what I decided to call the unknown to me, I didn't even think to lead Nastia by the hand. She wasn't held with a gun or a knife. She wasn't handcuffed. But she followed her kidnapper like a cow on a rope.
- Obedience to the mind," Charles said.
I figured it out myself. But I didn't want to believe it...
And two of them were getting closer to the complex. As soon as they get inside, the trap will shut.
- Snipers, ready?
- Ready," two werewolf radios responded.
I broke my fingers. How nice to take that scum off now! With one shot! It's like a terrorist movie!
But the sports complex is located almost in the city center. People. Cars. At home. Not even vampires can take everyone's eyes. Especially if the shooting starts.
In a word - it's better to just go out on the square and yell: "IPF!!! Awwww!!! »
But once they get inside...
The sports complex was built very simply. Two floors. First, it's aboveground - used as an ice rink in winter. In summer, it was a football field. The second floor was underground, where we were sitting now, it was a pile of mini-halls, offices and locker rooms. Several showers and toilets. And that was it. There were two corridors from the entrance at once. To the right, with the administrator's booth, so no one would go into the field for free. To the left is the exit. Both entrances were equipped with turnstiles. And from the right corridor, right behind the booth, the stairs started down. It was an uncomfortable and frank curve. But who cared? But the building was rented instead of a five-year-old in three years!
Snipers took up positions in the sports commentator's booth above the field and in rows between seats. As soon as they walked into the gym...
- I want to go there," I whispered to Mieczysław.
The vampire shook his head.
- I'm not letting you in.
I turned around and looked at him expressively. Well, I can't believe it's gonna go so smoothly. I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
- And there's nothing to make eyes at. It's not gonna help.
I sighed and accepted.
Two figures made it to the building. Here Nastia stretched her hand to the door, opened it and took a step inside. The second. The third.
Behind her, a figure of a priest hid in the building.
They took a right and went down the hall to the dark hall. They stopped at the booth for a while. The priest went inside and led him there with his hands. A few minutes later, clicks were heard and
the sports complex was flooded with bright light. The switch was on. But how does he or she know where?
- A farm theorem, too," Vadim sniffed at me. - It's a primitive thing. In almost all Soviet institutions, the knife switches are at the janitor's disposal. So as not to go far in case of an accident.
I blushed. Yes, you are. It's stupid not to guess.
Two of them went out to the gym.
And something we don't understand happened.
I was waiting for the deafening sound of the gunshots. I waited for the Priest to fall and it would be over. But instead, the two snipers - Tolyan and Kolyan - suddenly got all grown up. And slowly, like monkeys in the face of the great Kaa, they headed down the stairs. There, where in the center of the hall (when did they get there!?) were two figures standing still.
I scolded. Next door, I remember all the genitals and some of Leonidas' maniacs.
- Got you?
- We have to go in there.
Charles took my left hand.
- I'm with you, sis.
I nodded. Where do we go without each other?
Mieczysław's hand lay on his shoulder. Deadly cold.
- Are you sure?
- Still no choice. But you better stay here.
- My men are in there. Come on.
I kept quiet and took the first step forward. I didn't expect this from Mieczysław. I thought it was just a sex symbol. Or didn't you give yourself a chance to take a closer look?
Step two.
Me and Mechislav are really connected. For how long? Forever?
I don't know. And this is not the time to think about it.
There's our people up ahead. And a dangerous madman who needs to be defused. And we go.
* * *
I'm slowly approaching the center of the pussy drawer. My priest isn't telling me. And I tremble with joy. Ssshkoro, ssshkoro, ssshkoro, ssshkoro, ssshkoro...
Who would have pissed off how I've pissed off these centuries of pissing off. How I dreamed I'd break out of sss freedom.
Live.
Walking around the train station.
Sweeten up your life...
And your life and someone else's. Sweeten up. Drinking it like expensive wine.
My victim's coming along. Submissively and obediently. Even the remnants of my pissing are enough to fully control her reasoning. She doesn't even think about running away. Then, in a circle, I'll free her. When she's tied up and she can't resist the piss. True feelings are very important in this business. The pain. Furious. Despair. Hopeless. A sense of near-death and uncomplacency.
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