to all remarkable comes to an end, and it is more often sad, as at me. Amelia betrayed me, betrayed, is softly told, all truth was worse than blow an axe on the head. Having used my weakness when I didn’t suck week blood, three vampires of Artur Martimer rushed into my room and dragged out through a balcony on the street. Shipped in “Hamer” and took away in the Lord’s manor. Brought into the main hall where in the center the most important vampire about whom I speak you understood, sat on “chair throne”. Near him stood, having obediently hung the head and having connected hands behind the back, Amelia. She looked at me and right there looked away. I puzzly looked around that on the beloved, that, being surprised to the events. It appeared that Amelia reported all these three years on me on Martimer, on all my “feats”, take-off and falling. Inside something flared and during an instant went out as if the flood flooded peace settlements, and all inhabitants were lost. For nobility and compassion the Lord gave me blood. Without desire and enthusiasm I devastated a decanter which in a face to me was pushed by one of vampires culturists.
On my chin the blood stream flew down, and Amelia whispered something on an ear of the Lord, askance looking at me. It became heavy on a heart, I felt myself a sheep-dog who was trained, representing master’s love and pleasure, and now solve, it is simple to lull, or to tear off the head to the deceived animal. What for? For what? Why? How? Everything mixed up. With Lord Martimer there was a long and careful conversation. It “rinsed” my brain about life and its subtleties, difficulties. I explained how the born vampire is obliged to behave, or at least the one who got honor to become him. Should I have shown the aggression! I wanted to attack him and literally chew off his head, wanted to shout that is forces as I hate all of them that didn’t choose to become the vampire, for us the choice was made by the got out of hand bloodsuckers. At the end of “rendezvous” I was “packed” into the room without furniture, with concrete walls and a floor. I didn’t expect absolutely that I will stay not some hours, and some days there. No one didn’t come to me, I was in full darkness far from society. I was brought to nervous and physical exhaustion and when I was “ready”, thrown out on will. Threw out far from the house. I looked for the road some days, thumbed a lift. But before beginning a way home it was supported with an impressive portion of blood. On a lawn at one farm the cow was grazed, here on it I broke. Probably the poor thing beat off from herd!
Christina got me with questions of where I vanished and why I so long wasn’t at home. I didn’t think up anything better than to tell all truth. However, I passed some moments of humiliation, but Amelia’s treachery and excessive cruelty of Martimer didn’t begin to hide from the sister.
– Nikolay, you didn’t recognize me? – having made a silly smile Amelia asked.
I was stupefied, having seen former love.
– What do you do here? – I threw to the visitor.
– How what?! I came to you.
– Don’t talk nonsense. I already forgot you, long ago.
– Come on, Romanov, stop lie.
– He doesn’t lie, – Christina acted.
– Christina to interrupt seniors, and in particular to put in their ward, not well. You didn’t know? – in all remarks of Amelia theatrical affectedness as if she plays some role is heard.
– You changed, – I tensely spoke.
Amelia indifferently grinned and looked away from me. She is dressed in the clothes which are more looking like the man’s. Hair are hidden completely by a black hat, and it is almost not visible an eye because of massive “fields”. Hands fasten by two collars of a black raincoat together, protecting from the review all neck, without speaking about a thorax. Its length lasts a little below than knees, and already the leather boots fitting a harmonous leg on a thin heel. Even hands are hidden in black gloves.
– Though would ask forgiveness, – with contempt Christina uttered. – Let’s get out from here.
I inspected Amelia with grief. Banal attempt to understand, whether there were feelings to this woman. No! She is in the past, and good riddance to this vile traitress straight in a hell!
– I will understand without you, – with polite intonation the vampire reacted.
– Cover a mouth better, – I quietly told, – I won’t begin to listen to you long.
– You threaten me? – the old acquaintance was indignant.
– No, I warn.
– And you thought that on you to attack with open arms, – Christina cried.
– I didn’t count on your favor, – Amelia snapped.
– It’s said, from love to hatred one step. – I slowly, looking in Amelia’s eyes, I approached her. – And so, our relations crossed this side old long ago, and escaped deeply forward.
– And you think I came to you for love? – with despair in a look she asked.
– Why it is necessary, I don’t care, – I finished, having taken away a look from the interlocutor.
– Kolya, get out from here, – I heard the sister’s voice.
– Get into the car, – I ordered.
The door slapped, Christina means is already ready to leave. I followed her example.
– So you simply will leave? – Amelia uttered behind my back while I walked to the car.
– Fool, – I answered smiling and having opened a door in salon. Having convinced that she saw my happy sneer, and hoping that it touched her, sat down on driver’s sitting.
All way home we went silently. On arrival, I was locked in the room.
Mood is on zero. Nothing that would cheer up. Only the dream can calm probably. In the head not any positive thought. Amelia who suddenly fell down the head is always on the mind. What does she want? Decided to correct the past? But somehow our conversation strange began. How many I remember it, Amelia never behaved so. But passed more than twenty years, there was time “to be redesigned”. She was the lovely and kind girl, to be exact the woman (she became a vampire at the age of thirty). And today from her blew cold. I didn’t see her former, I saw her new, strange. And, apparently, that she is the stranger who, probably, simply wanted to ask what time is it now.
Having collapsed on a bed, I stared in a ceiling. Having groped a thin, metallic, cold thread in a pocket, I pulled for it. Together with it the small pendant got out. I opened it, and the second time looked for photos. The little baby and the adult girl looked at me the stiffened eyes.
For several minutes I peered at tiny pictures. Then I squeezed a pendant in a fist and I turned sideways, having buried a face in a wall. A couple of minutes I fixed the eyes on it, and was soon disconnected.
I decided not to tell Christina about a knickknack yet. I know that the sister will extort details of its emergence, and I want that this secret temporarily remained my personal.
Chapter 4
I woke up at six evening. The small pendent continued to lie in a hand on a long gilded chain. I put it in a pocket. In the head some strange scene emerged at once. It was shots from a dream. Dreamed me as if I again endure those moments when I kill that man, near bar. But somehow differently. I suck his blood, but I don’t want to do it. After, he rises from the earth, and somewhere runs away. From what?
I went down to drawing room. It was empty. I glanced in kitchen, and there was no Christina too. And where she got to?
– Christina, you home? – my voice on all house was carried. She didn’t respond. Maybe she is on hunting?! Whether not often she began to hunt?! It’s already an impudence.
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