Creatures of the night. Viktoria Koshkina

at each meeting. When we knocked on twenty, the end to the happiness came, how to be told. This is old story, and somehow I will tell it, maybe.

      Our house is designed so that entering a street door, at once you come across a drawing room with conveniently placed furniture. It at us is very old-fashioned, I admit even antiquarian. Those years parents had very immodest prosperity thanks to which we often traveled. The furniture devolved in our family, and to this day truly serves us with Christina. The soft corner had to be replaced on new, suitable to an interior. There is a TV, in a corner is farther from a fireplace, there is a record player on a bedside table, in it below, on the shelf lies the pile of vinyl records. But the most demanded element of our drawing room – steam of bookcases. We try not to lag behind therefore got the computer, the washing machine, well and still something from small equipment, plus, bought brand new Lexus a year ago. The drawing room is followed by wide, most usual kitchen where there is a round wooden table from the eightieth laid by the white cloth which is skillfully embroidered by a gold lacy pattern. Under the ladder conducting upward the small closet where we store some things from our childhood (generally toys). On the second floor we have personal rooms, only three, mine, sisters, and parents. Directly along the corridor, right at the end bathroom: two small rooms – a bathroom and a toilet. By the way, from bedrooms, our with Christina, balconies, thus in our house we got only two.

      Still silently, I hear as slowly the small heart of Christina taps, the breast rises and falls, thin fingers leaf through one page for another. It began since the earliest years as soon as the girl for the first time saw the alphabet and learned to read. Christina reached such achievements that, ask her about anything, she will answer any question, the level of her erudition is high. And I on her background simply the fool and simpletons. I don’t know what will be thirty or fifty years later when all books on the planet Earth end.

      – You were on a hunting? – Sister unexpected asked, that I became puzzled.

      – Yes, – I answered. I passed in a drawing room and I sat down on a sofa, having leaned on a back, completely relaxed, having spread out hands in the parties.

      Neglecting my state which eloquently spoke “I was tired, don’t disturb me”, Christina closed the book, and put aside. I completely won interest of sister.

      – You won’t tell? – With a call the sister asked.

      – What? – I said, having wrinkled a forehead in misunderstanding.

      – Come on, tell me, – Christina forcedly asked.

      – What to tell you?! – With irritation I grumbled.

      – I didn’t understand perhaps…?

      – Stop. Is it so interesting to you? – I cut Christina who opened a talkative mouth to repeat the question.

      The girl heatedly began to nod the red head, in a story anticipation. Having taken seat more conveniently in a chair, she crossed feet in front of herself and was going to listen. On what she hopes?! To hear something unusual, fabulous?! She probably gets up such things herself, but after all I don’t stick with questions.

      – It was the ordinary man. Wait, not absolutely usual, it was the bum. It’s all. Are you happy? – I told a short story, wishing to get rid of Christina.

      – And that’s all?

      – Yes. – I slightly rubbed a chin with finger-tips, having opened my eyes as wide as it is possible.

      – Yeah, not densely…

      – And what you wanted? Sorry, but I never asked you about this.

      – Yes please. Ask, I will answer. I too by the way was today on hunting. I killed, I drank blood… Yum-yum. I can tell you too. Well, if you want.

      – Dismiss. Mine is enough for me.

      – As we began, I will share with you today’s history. It was the local maniac. I know, you rarely read newspapers, but in recent release article was published about it, with the photo. Long time the police couldn’t catch this type. He tortured five children, and some even found dead.

      I carefully listened Christina. Meanwhile she inspirable continued to tell.

      – I alone walked on a stone footpath of park. Unexpectedly to me I met this maniac. I pretended to be the got lost teenage girl. He started asking what am I doing alone on the street in such darkness. He spoke with me so politely, but at the same time to nausea busily. I continued to play a role. I stopped, and he approached everything closer and pulled to me the wool over the eyes. Then, when the distance between us made only one of his step, he sharply seized me, having clamped the dirty palm to my mouth, and dragged in bushes. – Telling the last offer, Christina frowned.

      I was shaken a little by bravery of my sister. Of course she is a vampire, and she can kill and win. However, whom was this vampire earlier? The little cowardly young lady who was afraid to slam a fly. And what was, if Christina swung her hand to a fly swatter over an unfortunate insect?! It wouldn’t get on the purpose. And in general, no one in our family forced to kill flies with own hand, special aerosols and various poisons were engaged in this business. We needed only to buy simply them in shop. Christina was ideal “Greenpeace member”, the truth she didn’t consist in this club of security guards of the nature. Now it absolutely different.

      – I am proud of you! – I said with affectedness.

      – Thanks! This phrase was pertinent the half of the century back.

      – Better late than never.

      – All right. I understood everything, you simply can’t still get used that I don’t need your protection any more. Tell that I am not right.

      – I am very glad, – I spoke; in my voice tone of small offense and disappointment was heard. It is the truth, I didn’t probably understood that I live not with the crystal little man, and with the blood-thirsty vampire what too itself, in fact, I am.

      – How many years already passed…

      – You are right.

      – If you need to protect someone, let’s take the child from a shelter, – with a frivolous snicker, allegedly offered Christina.

      – Are you serious?!

      – No, I’m kidding.

      – It is a cruel joke, – I spoke. My look ran on a floor to and fro, all the time coming back to the same places. There came the unpleasant feeling of emptiness. As if something was taken away, but long ago, irrevocably.

      Having understood my mood, Christina stopped. It is familiar to her, she is a woman. It is known of that vampires can’t have children, give birth. Also it is one more awful part of our damnation. Our organisms are dead, and don’t function. That moves the only thing them, these are our souls ground in our bodies. Only two organs work for us at vampires: heart and brain. The first, eternally demands blood; the second doesn’t allow to lose mind and sensible mind, maintains memory and doesn’t allow it to escape in a subconsciousness chasm. And together, heart and a brain grant us feelings of love, hatred, pleasure, grief.

      – Let’s stop all this, – I uttered, and rose to go to the room.

      – I made a mistake, – the sister said.

      – What? – I didn’t understand, and turned in Christina. She looked at me with eyes that usually happen at the pupil who didn’t pass examination.

      – I forgot to hide a corpse.

      – And where is it now?

      – There where I killed him, on the same place, in park.

      – It is good that now only two o’clock in the morning. We can manage to return there. And you were silent?!

      – I just