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