Christina went ahead. I trudged afterwards as an obedient puppy. Still, the sister was the guide of two of us. We walked on a brick path. Round us surrounded high trees, with black-green color, the insignificant size bushes which didn’t abound with dense “head of hear”, and giant lengths the lamps striking about the earth with dim light. Sometimes wooden benches, places from the rotted-through, broken and failed plates meet. And it was never noticed beds with flowers, at least the smallest, at least one. Yes, really, awful square. It is the public territory, which as it is known doesn’t belong to nobody. It has no private owner and the properior. And the state didn’t care about this park. From this, it also became monastery of fear and crime; from this, it became not well-groomed and similar to a ghost.
Christina stopped near a duet of two plants – magnificent, my growth by a bush, and a high tree with dense kroner.
– Here, – she told, and pointed to trees.
– Well, for what you wait? – having made a haughty look I told. It was affected.
– You won’t help me? – sister became a little puzzled.
– I joked.
– Help me…
– And I, your way, here what for? I won’t admire a picture as you drag a corpse.
– Perfect, – Christina was delighted.
– But it for the first and for the last time.
From my words Christina became serious with the smile which stiffened on lips.
– OK, – Christina agreed.
Having moved apart bush branches, I literally became hollow in it, the benefit didn’t fall. The damned knot nearly brought down me from feet. I crushed a small, dry branch, and it turned into a small group of the small remains. To a nose sharply jumped up an unpleasant smell. And before eyes there was a dead body. Voila! Here and a corpse about which I only heard. Here he is, the friend about whom I with enthusiasm was told today. The man lay in a bloody pool, having stretched in the parties of a hand and foot. All clothes: brown trousers from the seventieth, a gray sweater and shabby as if not to holes black (from long service turned in gray) boots – all this was soiled by blood spots, especially top part of clothes. On a neck of the turned pale dead person two small openings gaped. And from them there was couple of thin, dark red paths down. Blood didn’t flow any more, all that could already left a body. The hair disheveled on the head partially were filled in with plasma. And only the bang rescued from this fate hardly covered widely open eyes of the dead man, with the horror which imprinted in them. The slightly opened mouth said that before death this type perhaps shouted.
I seized the dead person by a foot and extended from bushes. It was risky. I threw it to myself on a shoulder. The smell that I felt before, arrived with a new force. Now everything is clear. Smelled as not decaying flesh and not any decay. This type probably didn’t wash long ago.
The way to the car lay almost through all park. It was dangerous to bear him, especially on such open zone.
– I have an idea, – Christina exclaimed. – Follow me.
Christina picked out some stones from a brick path. The sister threw one of them in the next lamp. The glass lamp broke with a ringing roar. Splinters fell down on the earth. Light right there grew dim, having missed few times.
– Now you can pass quietly here and who won’t see, – the sister told and good-natured smiled.
– Cool! And I thought how to draw to myself attention?! – with sarcasm I spoke.
Christina kept silent and went further. The following lamp was expected the same fate. Again noise, the splinters falling with a ring to the ground, the fused light. Both so still, and still, so far we didn’t reach Lexus. Having passed four lamps broken by Christina, I could put a corpse in a luggage carrier quietly.
– So, so, so, – familiar, but others voice sounded behind the back.
– From where you undertook?! – Christina as though asked a question to air.
I didn’t understand to whom words of the sister were addressed, until I turned aside, the voice from where reached.
In front of my eyes I saw a young girl, whose appearance I recognized right there. It was Amelia. You ask who is she?! For me already nobody. Earlier we were close and the sister considered her as a friend. Now we already hate each other, our relations are hostile. It was my one and only novel in life which lasted not long, only three years, and it finally brought big pain.
When I met her for the first time, I was fascinated by beauty of this girl, fascinated by her. That feeling which was born in me that minute not to express in words. But now it already died away, irrevocably. Amelia subdued me, and I was ready to make for her anything. It isn’t interesting to you as we got acquainted? I will tell you this story in brief.
There was a night, me, weak and ailing literally crept on one of city streets. At a view of reflection of in show-windows of cafe and shops, I saw not that handsome man (forgive me for flattery), whom I was, and the freak with the turned blue skin as if sustained in the freezer. And a joy to my vampirism was years four, only. I don’t understand how I could bring myself to exhaustion, and it was let in searches of food, without having told Christina anything. She could help me, could accompany, but then I solved that I will consult myself. I was mistaken. I sat on a bench blindly, and wasn’t near any mortal. If though one creature got, without deliberating I would kill it, together with witnesses. But I was one on the street, even cars didn’t pass.
I closed eyes, almost fell asleep. Suddenly, on a shoulder someone’s hand laid down, the nose felt pleasant aroma of a perfume for women, eyelids involuntarily rose, and tired eyes I made out a face of the beautiful girl through muddy medley. The first, on what I paid attention, to eyes, light-blue, looking kindly, with a smile on me. I easy smiled in reply.
– Are you okay? – the question from her lips sounded.
I didn’t answer. She looked on the parties, sat down nearby. My eyes were again closed, I remember, lips were adjoined by something warm, smooth, pleasant… I remember a blood smell as it small drops got to me to a mouth. I regained consciousness, seized hands as it appeared in her brittle wrist and under euphoria began to extend blood from the girl’s hand. I couldn’t and didn’t want to stop. My rescuer squeaked from pain, but I as if didn’t hear. I was surprised when she pushed away me from herself with a force unusual for the lady, pulled out a hand and wound with the scarf. I tested double happiness that minute, she rescued me from hunger and when I looked at it new eyes, it seemed even that I love her, very much. With affection and a tender smile admiring her I heard some strange words.
– And for what you are surprised, Amelie, so occurs always, – the girl spoke, diligent correcting a scarf on a wrist.
“Having already sobered up” I noticed that she speaks with an Ukrainian accent. The young woman pulled off a scarf from a hand, curtailed into a ball and threw in a ballot box near a bench. On a place of a sting of a wound it didn’t appear, the girl pinched the remains of blood and winked at me.
– What is your name? – she asked.
– And yours? – touching my face, I asked a question.
– I asked first, – she playfully objected. – Me Amelia.
– Nikolay, simply Kolya, – I friendly stretched a hand, and the