– You don’t want to tell the last word? – with a jeer I took an interest.
Right there I remembered something and I got into a pocket of the victim. Having in the very bottom groped something cold, I pulled out it from a jacket.
– It isn’t necessary for you, – choking with shortage of air the man spoke.
I squeezed fingers even more strongly, having made him worse, at the same time pushing a thing in the pocket.
– And you know, I don’t care, I want to die myself, – he cried out with rage.
I was surprised by words of the man hanging by a thread from death. Others with whom I happened to get acquainted, begged to release them, and this… But what he wouldn’t mean, I won’t stop for anything.
On palm inside skin is thinner therefore is more sensitive. The vampire instinct already works, and I feel how on veins of this person blood streams run. They issue the unique symphony of sounds. My look concentrated on a carotid.
– Let’s already finish it, – the uncle begged.
I distracted and looked into his eyes. I suddenly wanted to hurt the man very much. Therefore, I weakened a hand, then sharply squeezed and with a force pushed it a nape in a wall. He quietly screamed from pain, having hurt the head. I felt a blood smell, and to me bothered to wait. A thumb I accurately unbent the head of the person and bent closer to inhale a smell of his skin. “Aroma”, of course, doesn’t add appetite, but I am not choosy. Without thinking twice I seized a neck of the victim, and I began to extend greedily from the man blood. Oh, long-awaited this moment was what couple of minutes ago. I with greed and diligence began to swallow of the liquid coming to a mouth. The uncle didn’t even try to shout.
Having drunk over three liters of blood, I released a hand, and wiped it the soiled chin. The body of my “supporter” failed on asphalt. If I leave it here so, in a day he already will catch any poor fellow. In order to not allow it, I scraged the dead man. Here is the best of all, now he won’t get up.
I rubbed palms and looked at a dead body. Inside my breast again pinned up and a pleasant heat spread through my body. I fell on knees and overturned the head up. The unpleasant feeling stopped, before eyes opened the dark blue sky covered with packs of stars. And where the moon got to? Why I don’t observe it? Here it: a golden half-moon among the younger, not less bright brothers. I moved from knees to a sitting position and recorded attention in the stellar sky. I like to admire this landscape sometimes. Sometimes, I represent that the moon is my mother, whether which leaves sometimes to look at me. For such moments I’m ready to give everything.
Now it became really good to me, and it seems, I can make the “surrounding” jog round the planet. But for feats is not suitable time, it is necessary to hide a corpse. Having a little thought, the final decision came to mind to send a body to a pit bottom.
By car, in a luggage carrier, I brought a corpse to water. In the same place, where all road there was a dead man, dug out a rope. Having convinced of its durability, I wound with one of its edge the huge cobble-stone (such continually fully), tied another to the dead man’s neck. I am grateful to the one who built pier at this reservoir. Thanks to it I managed to throw a corpse, let not in the middle, but far away from the coast. The huge stone loudly flopped in water and pulled for itself the turned blue dead man. I ironically smiled and waved good-bye hand. After all, this type kept me today not the bad company, “recharged my battery”. Thanks to him!
Having stood a little on the edge of pier, I returned to the car. Hurrah! Now it is possible to go home.
Chapter 2
It happened that I came back home at two a.m. In a drawing room I met the sister Christina. She as usual stays a sofa reading the book.
I leaned to a doorway with a smile looking at my little sister. Christina doesn’t see me so far, doesn’t hear, and I with impunity watch this charming picture: the girl – the brain learns the next “unpretentious” book, thickness in a floor of ten centimeters. It touches deeply: the involuntarily feeling of affection. And after all I am a vampire, and has to rejoice only at the sight of blood, and killing. Silly stereotype, isn’t that so!?
There is no wish to interrupt this harmony, there is no wish to raise noise by talk. I see the sister, and again and again I scroll shots of last life that becomes warm inside.
Only twenty years we enjoyed wonderful human life, without blood and murders. But then, at once, that fatal, late evening not simply changed our life, it changed a way of existence, we changed. And on one wave with this event, there was one more, not less awful for me and Christina: our parents died. About the father I can precisely tell, but mother, she simply disappeared, and since then noone didn’t see her, she didn’t call anybody, and we couldn’t contact it. It was only to think that she is dead, how heavy it was to cope with. After all parents for me and sister were the most Saint and dear people. They made me and Christina happy, provided light childhood. They carried out with us a leisure hours of the time. I remember as I with father and with our favourite dog Elvi, the main family member, played pulling of a rope. There was one more game about which our dog was crazy. I could throw a stick to a such distance that Elvi ran away and didn’t come back for ten minutes. But all the same the dog found and brought her back. Joyful there was that time. We had a model Soviet family. We have no time to live dreams and imaginations, everything occurred “here and now”. It was cheerful.
If I only knew how I could find those bastards because of whom I lost my parents, they would be overtaken by the most terrible fate about which they didn’t even think. But passed so many years, and to look for murderers is equivalently to look for a needle in a haystack. I with Christina grieve for parents. Despite the past, from iridescent, turned to black and blood-stained, I still have the reason of what there is a wish to stay in this world so far. Christina – the only loved one who remained with me. Until she loses forces and taste to life, I won’t cease to exist.
Now Christina looks as well as in the “last” day. The girl was twenty years old when she was bitten by a vampire. But no one knows that she is already fifty (I’m still older her for two years). She is an eternal book reader. But despite a syndrome of “the honors pupil’s girl”, Christina looks fantastic as looked always (in usual representation so-called girls – botanists look absolutely in a different way). My sister the attractive girl herself, with congenital leanness, thus isn’t deprived of symmetry. The long, red hair sometimes turning into any pretty hairdress hanging down. The pale, nice face with ruddy cheeks is decorated by big, brown eyes, always the kind, expressing various emotions.
I am older than my sister for two imperceptible years. Being the boy, I was always a madcap with the soiled face and the broken knees. I was encouraged for courage and ability to protect Christina. Parents constantly said, that me with my sister are very similar, and now we ask a question “how?”. Comparing to photos of last years, I think that I got the main lines from mother, at my order her thin structure of the face and high cheekbones, plus to it eyes.. How I remembered my mother, she always was very beautiful. I received darkly fair hair from the father. He only carried too short hairstyle, my fashion – “Grunge”, with the shaved temples. But it is not everything, after all dark dense eyebrows over my blue eyes is his “gift” too. In the white color face skin got as soon as I began “to hate the sun”. My height was higher than the sister’s for ten centimeters, but it was not a noticeable difference if to remember that mother was higher than the father approximately so. Despite the thin constitution I never was sickly. On the contrary, in early years work “molded” from me the real man and the love to physical culture consolidated effect. The defender – my main status