Creatures of the night. Viktoria Koshkina

earn additionally?

      – Well, I have to, – he exhaled.

      Having told anything, I looked away from the interlocutor on an opposite wall.

      – And., you are student too? – uncertainly the young man after several seconds of silence took an interest.

      – No.

      – Right, – uncertainty of the guy grew; he started picking a sock of the footwear naked asphalt.

      – You aren’t afraid to work in such place?

      – There is no choice even if I am afraid. Much more don’t take, and to Lev Borisovich all the same who will spill beer in his institution.

      – Lev Borisovich is an owner?!

      – Yes. He pays little, but for food is enough.

      But not for clothes. This thought slipped in a brain. It is cruel and ugly to think so. It is good that before to state something, we can consider and filter the speech text.

      – What about parents?

      Vasya hung the head, and became a little sad.

      – I don’t have them, – he told, having added, – never was. The guy looked at the sky, having thrown back slightly the head.

      – I’m sorry; I lost parents too, long ago. Except the sister remained nobody. If something happens to her, I don’t know how I will live.

      – To have a sister is probably cool.

      – You won’t believe as much as, – I uttered ironically.

      Unexpectedly the small stone arrived to my part.

      – What is it? – Vasily cried out.

      One more stone, one more, and one more. And so some pieces.

      – I probably should go, – words of the bartender were heard.

      – Wait, – I told.

      – You scoff?!

      – Good evening, – was heard nearby. It was the maiden voice, a voice which seemed to me vaguely familiar.

      From the round of the the building’s corner standing opposite bar there was a young girl, years of seventeen. Her pale face, her black eyes, her blonde hair topped in a tail on a nape and the bang waving from a wind… it seemed that I already somewhere saw all this. I don’t feel that she is live. From the girl blows as cold, a cemeterial cool which proceeds from me. It means, that she is a vampire. No way.

      – You don’t remember me? – with the look full of sincere hope she asked. This question is addressed to me.

      – No.

      – Who is it? – Vasily’s remark sounded.

      The girl approached me, and having nearly nestled all over, in a whisper told:

      – Here I found you, darling.

      She touched the her slender fingers my cheek. I was discharged. The girl looked at me with the children’s look full of offense and disappointment.

      – Who are you? – I didn’t manage to remember it.

      – I am Dasha, but to you my name will tell nothing. You made with me something like that, I can’t still understand what.

      – What did you make to her? – Vasily butted in.

      – It is better for you not to know, – I waved away.

      – I understand nothing, – the guy to himself under a nose spoke.

      – What a pretty, – Darya transferred a look to Vasily, having told this ambiguous phrase.

      – Leave him alone, – I said monotonously.

      – What in general here occurs? – Vasya asked a question.

      – Leave, – I threw to him.

      – You have a date?

      – Get out, – I shouted more roughly.

      – All right, all right.

      The guy corrected a bag on a shoulder and went towards the road.

      – I thought, I met the normal dude., – he muttered to himself under a nose.

      I looked to Vasily following and waited until he is gone from a look. Just he could become the witness of what he doesn’t need to know, otherwise, as usual speak “to clean witnesses”.

      – From where you undertook? – I threw to the girl.

      – I looked for you, looked for long, and at last, I met you.

      – I don’t know you.

      – You saved my life.

      – Ihear it for the first time.

      – But as so, – Dasha clasped the hands my wrist.

      I squeezed my hand to a fist, and she at once released it. I looked to the girl’s eyes – in them flicker gloss of two mixed emotions again – pleasures and grieves. It seems I remembered something. I saw this girl earlier. I touched her skin… I sucked the blood which was cooling down from death. And now, when she touched my hand, I felt close heat.

      – Why you looked for me?

      – Unless you don’t know that I love you.

      The heard thing was given in ears by a ringing echo. I didn’t expect it. There are no words, really, dating.

      – What do you want to achieve? – I cried out.

      – Don’t shout at me, – Darya guilty hung the head.

      – Forgive, I didn’t want, – I started justifying.

      The girl departed back on two short steps, looking at me with sad eyes.

      – I thought, you are kind, because rescued me, – she spoke. I won’t dare to call Dasha’s voice squeaky, it simply sounds is so thin, melodious, as a guitar string.

      Sorry. – I approached her slowly and embraced, having hugged to myself. I made it with feelings, not differently, as regret and fatherly sympathy. I felt sorry for the silly child. She is a vampire now; let it be so, the main thing that she is alive. But there is a mistake, rough and inaccurate, it arose without any my desire and Dasha. And this second I felt sorry for the girl. Of course I could allow her to die that fatal night, but that doesn’t matter. I could call simply an ambulance, eventually avoid a poor girl, pretend that didn’t notice. And now, I am afraid, Darya should die, and it is possible, from my hand.

      – I love you very, very much, – the girl whispered, having strong clasped my hands.

      – We can’t stand here eternally, – I spoke quietly, being exempted from embraces.

      – Take me with you, – Dasha as a kitten plaintively begged looking into my eyes.

      – Do you have the house?

      – No.

      – And parents?

      – I don’t have them anymore, mother and the father are dead, – drawling on syllables each word, Dasha answered.

      What could I think what conclusions to draw after that that this girl told? I incline to brutal option that she killed parents. And I can imagine this. That I can make in a second of recognition, so it sympathize. Nothing more than that. Dasha is the young vampire. I turned her half a year ago. The girl is full of strange to her emotions ever, and I am familiar with them not by hearsay. Her body is cold as ice, heart fights less often and absorbs in itself without the rest all blood used by a young blood-sucker. And