- And I've never been so driven!
A pissed-off vampire grabbed the first thing he had at his hand and threw it into the wall. The first was a long-suffering e-book. It said "bdams" and crumbled to pieces.
- What the hell is this!?
- I don't know. Why did she make you so angry?
- With what!? Yeah, I've got what!
The vampire was almost hissing. It really pissed him off that Julia, after everything that happened between them, acts as if nothing had happened. And then there's...
Oh, shit!
What made him angry that she was touching another man!?
And I don't care if it's a crippled semi-dragon! Three times I don't care about the Ostankino Tower!
How could she even!? How could she only have the conscience to equate him with Alfonso da Silva!? Or Godwyn and Gloriana!?
Slightly calming down, Mechislav understood perfectly well - he was angry with longing and disgust, sounded in the voice of a woman. He somehow got used to other emotions after sex. To delight, adoration, admiration, attempts to achieve more and more, even to tears and moans on the subject: "How am I now" ... but like this!?
First, an absolute denial of everything that happened between them, and then...
"All moral freaks and not one bright moment."
And how do you like that?!
Bitch!
Hey, if Julia were here, he'd just throw her out like a cider goat!
- Thank you, I don't recognize you.
At any other Mečislav would have snapped at something heavy right now. But not on Irida. With her absolute devotion, she deserves more and more rights.
And at least I wanted to talk to somebody.
- I don't recognize myself.
- Mm-hmm. Did you have something?
- It was.
Irida nodded.
- Full program? - and after waiting for the confirmation nod, she shook her head. - Then I don't know what's going on at all. That's not how you act on women, is it?
- I thought so, too.
Mechislav shaken for a few more seconds, and then honestly laid out to Iris everything that had happened between him and Julia behind the closed door of the office. Still she is a woman, and Julia seems to be a woman... so one can understand the twisted logic of the second!?
The answer to him was silence. And then the woman shook her head.
- Slava, you're crazy! She will never forgive you! I would never forgive you in my life!
The vampire sighed and put his head down.
- I had no control over myself.
- That's how you should've explained it. Apologize. Repent. And you!? Master Ain, the vampire's been mockingly extended. - I would have kicked your teeth out for one thing. I did it myself!
- Don't forget! - The eyes of Mieczysław's fierce green.
But Irisa didn't take her eyes off it.
- The important thing is that you don't forget. Especially when you're talking to Julia. She doesn't deserve it.
- And what does she deserve? - asked a vampire, gradually regaining consciousness.
- How about a thank you? - Irida suggested.
- Yeah? Do you know what she did to the whole delegation today?
- Yeah. So what? Godwin and Gloria asked for it. Here, no complaints. Alfonso's a little harder on him, but he still won't admit to anyone that he was twisted by a snotty human girl.
- What's he gonna try to do with that girl? I can't even follow him. I don't have the right.
- But you can put security on her.
- I already have.
- Then put more on it! Now Julia is our weakest spot! She's still human. And to destroy her, to kidnap her, anything is easier than an easy one. And she walks peacefully through the streets and there's only Charles beside her...
- He's a semi-dragon.
- So what? Apparently, he's an incomplete half-breed, or he wouldn't be in Alfonso's service. Keep her safe! You can find out all your relationships... sooner or later, but you have to stay alive for that!
* * *
It was quiet and peaceful at home. I went straight to the bathtub. For some reason, after Mieczysław's antics, I wanted to wash myself from head to toe. With chlorine!
Warm water was flowing in the face. The trickles tickled playfully, crawled into the ears, teased - and with a complaining moan fell to the bottom of the bath to disappear in a moment forever in the bowels of the sewer.
I washed my head, wrapped up a towel turban and looked in the mirror.
And then I got snuck in.
I could clearly see a trace of vampire teeth on my neck.
I sobbed, and I sat down on the bathroom floor with my moan. Oh, my God, what for?
Memories clearly and vividly floated before our eyes. I thought I didn't remember anything? You shouldn't have. The brain was graciously grabbing and offering for viewing a string of intricate poses, my passionate face in a large mirror, the emerald flame burning eyes of a vampire and his quiet voice whispering to my ear obscenity.
Turns out I remember everything. And some things are even too good. Like the two of us at the wall. Either on the couch or on the table... I think we just missed the chandelier.
It's okay, next time we catch up...
WHAT!?
What the hell kind of piggy next time!?
This is what I was afraid of. The body was reduced to desire with only one memory. And I should have thought that everything was available, all you had to do was reach out and it got even worse. The nipples hardened so that you could see them even through the thick terry robe. And the bottom of the abdomen was hot and humid.
I helplessly curled up into a ball of shreds on the floor - and I cried.
Well, that's why I'm so unlucky!?
Yes, Mecislav didn't rip my head off yesterday. At least he did! It's better than getting into such a drug addiction from him! I really want him. I don't love him. But I do. I was more attracted to him than any magnet. And now it's even worse.
If you try a piece, I want more and more. And every time I see a vampire, I'm gonna get... no, it's not even a breakage. It's worse than that. The junkie breaks it, and the body starts to clean up. What about me?
It's like putting a syringe of peeled heroin in front of an addict and gently saying, "Don't touch the baqa, it's gonna get worse."
But an addict can hold on.
I'm in a much sadder position. The drug is out of my system. Vampire seals are only with the death of this particular vampire. And the one who will outlive the other one. I've had enough of the broken connection to daniel in the coffin of my life. I'm not in this kind of experiment anymore.
A drug addict can somehow isolate himself from drugs. It all depends on his willpower. I have enough willpower, but the junkie will not be chased and insist on offering, "Well, take a shot, huh? ». If he's poor, he just isn't needed anymore. If he's rich, he can isolate himself from drugs. Security, change of town, housing... anything.
What about me?
Tail against the wall and slipper!
Syringes don't run after junkies. They don't touch, seduce, provoke. And Mechislav - will do it all. And this, and much more, and much third, fourth and tenth, Christmas trees! I don't have enough imagination - what and how he can do. After all, he just lives sex, breathes it, eats it, almost like blood. There's even less blood.
And I strongly suspect that Mechislav will not give up the piece now.
For too long (by his standards), I pushed him away. For too long, I kept my appearance, but independence. Too much...
More than six months, with normal women breaking down after two or three days.
But I have no choice.
I'll still fight for my freedom. Even if it's ephemeral, even if it's illusive, I won't give up even this little piece. I want to live! And I want to live, mistress of my mind and body.
Will it work?
My body was clearly rioting and suspected he had another master. The green-eyed one...<
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Ooh, ooh, ooh...
Shouldn't I be drinking cat contra sex? Or a horse's?
Why isn't there such a useful substance for people!?
I laughed even harder and more active.
A warm palm fell into my hair.
- Mistress... Julia... What's wrong with you?
That question made me feel even worse. Tears and snot came with renewed force. And Charles had to calm me down for a beaten hour.
Then the poor dragon was washing me, drinking cold water, smoothing my ruffled hair - and in general, behaving like an older brother who made his sister hysterical.
And my sister came to her senses and remembered that she also had brains. And you should at least use them sometimes.
The action plan was simple and clear.
First thing about what happened between us is not talking.
If Mecislav talks about it - to say that we will deal with everything after the departure of Alfonso da Silva - now is not the time to get on my nerves. It is necessary to collect all courage - and to fight.
And then we'll see. I need to know my reaction to a vampire. If I can communicate with him as usual, that's how we'll communicate.
Just because we were left to each other once doesn't mean anything! You'd think I had some alternatives! Mecislav was in such a state that he could rip my head off - and not notice!
I calmed him down the only way I could.
Too bad a vampire can decide now that I want more... sedation.
Oh, okay, now!
We have to act on the only possible option. If the vampire and I start figuring out a relationship now, it's gonna hurt. So, "Don't touch, it won't even stink." And that's it.
That's what we went to bed with. Like brother and sister, holding hands tight. To remember, even in our dreams, there is a loved one close to us. And while that's true, we don't have nightmares over us.
If only nightmares knew that...
Chapter 9.
What's "getting in trouble" and how to fight it.
Day 6th, September 4th, Saturday.
To my sincere surprise, we slept through almost 1:00. And no one called. I didn't wake them up. I didn't even have nightmares.
It's no surprise. How we were exhausted last night, sleeping literally without our hind legs. No nightmare would have broken through to a brain that had passed out.
And they woke up almost at the same time. Me first. Then, about two minutes later, Charles was wrapped up, too. Robko looked at me. He smiled. I'm not sure yet, but nothing. I'll teach him more.
- Morning?
- It's been a day. But - kind, - I decided. - Who's first in the shower?
- I'm generously letting the lady ahead.
I didn't say no.
Then I was sorcery in the kitchen while Charles was splashing in the shower. For breakfast, an omelette-vinaigrette was made - when everything in the fridge is mixed and poured into the frying pan. It really turns out to be wow. The main thing is not to combine, for example, canned pineapples - with salted herring. And cook either sweet or savoury. It's a choice.
After breakfast, we sat down in the living room. No one called. No one asked to come today. No one reported any nasty things. It's beautiful.
So I decided to talk to Charles. The conversation began in an original way.
- Shall we talk for a living?
A semi-dragon looked at me with red and purple eyes and vertical pupils.
- What do you mean?
- There you go. We can flip a coin. I wanna know who I'm warming up to. You wanna know where you're going...
- I already know that. Alfonso told me.
- And who did he introduce me to? Julia Roberts and Chikatila?
Charles smiled. He already knew who they were. From the Internet.
- It's about that. It's worse than that. What do you want to know about me?
- A lot. Who you are. Why is your dragon bound. How did you end up in Alfonso's bondage? Why haven't you killed him yet? You can, can't you...
- No. Actually, it's not. I'm... kind of wearing a curse.
- Which one?
- It's a long story.
- So tell her before somebody comes up with another problem.
- Is that an order?
I shrugged my shoulders.
- Not a minute. If you want, I'll start first.
- Start," agreed Charles. - It'll make it easier for me.
I leaned on the back of the computer chair. I looked at the painting on the wall. And I started in a quiet voice.
- You know, it all started suddenly. A year ago, I didn't even know the paranorms existed. And then a friend called me...
It took me over an hour to describe everything that happened to me. I didn't expect to remember everything so well myself. Charles listened carefully. Especially when I told him how I used my power. Asking questions. Obviously, I was trying to figure something out. But I didn't ask. He'll tell you if he wants to.
But Charles was silent long after I finished talking.
I already wanted to slow him down, but then the half-dragon started talking himself.
- I understand your artist more now. Your natural power, the power of life itself, involves manipulating auras. And treatment. The removal of curses, the correction of harm, any positive impact in general that requires a significant injection of power. Man - just so you know - is a very balanced and perfectly regenerating system. If you give him enough power and direct it in the right direction, he will fix all the damage he has done. On the other hand, the power of Mieczysław works on you. And it will be just as easy for you to reverse it. Your non-existent claws, which you told me about, belong here.
- Why do vampires do that, too?
- They do. Only with the body, not with the aura.
I remembered the fight between Mieczysław and Andrze. And I thought about it. But really, there is such a thing. But...
- Is it contagious, like the flu? I get it, and now I'm gonna be like this?
- I don't think so," Charles shrugged his shoulders. - It's not transmitted. That's not the problem. Any vampire takes something from a surname. Any surname becomes something of a vampire's reflection. It's okay. What exactly did you take from daniel? Is it just talent for drawing?
- I don't know.
- What were his abilities?
I was thinking. Which ones? How little I knew about my favorite vampire. How little time I've given us...
- He could go out in the sun during the day, he was recovering very quickly...
- That's it?
- Was somehow connected to the rats.
- It's not much. I don't ask about Mecislav at all. He's too secretive for you to really know anything about him.
I wasn't arguing. Is it true what I know about Mieczysław, besides the fact that it's a walking sex bomb? And about his power over tigers?
That's okay!
- Do you know a lot about him?
Charles only smiled crookedly. Really, that's a silly question. In his lifetime...
- Here you go. You know what I mean.
- Did I just say that out loud?
- No, you just thought very expressively. You have a very lively face with all your thoughts on it like in a mirror.
- Oh, I see.
- Watch out for yourself. Vampires are dangerous. And much more observant than you think. And third. Your own abilities. I know very little about them. I'm sorry.
- For what? To sum up, we don't know anything. What I got from Daniel is a question. From Mieczysław - two questions. From myself, all eight. And what happens in the end is not clear either. An equation with all the unknowns.
- Sad as it is. And yet, I believe that sooner or later you'll be reborn according to Daniel's drawing.
I looked at a piece of paper carefully sealed in polyethylene. A woman in a red cape was smiling mockingly. A wild beast with human eyes scratched behind glass.
- And that's part of me, too.
- And y
ou can't deny it. Every man has his own bright and dark sides. Accept it, and live.
- When Daniel painted it, I didn't even know Mieczysław yet, - I said it almost in a hurry. But Charles understood.
- Real artists, Julia, are always akin to visionaries in something.
I shrugged my shoulders.
- It's possible. And the conclusion is where?
- Conclusion? Well, here's the conclusion. You have to learn, and not only look at auras, but also work with them. I suppose you'll have a life as a test subject.
- I have no doubt about that, too. By the way, as a test case, you can go, too.
- What do you mean?
- I didn't get a good look at your dragon. But I strongly suggest that lifting your curse is possible. If it's a curse. And to free your predator, too.
- And what do you want for that?
I wanted to be offended, but then I changed my mind.
- It's okay. You know I don't want anything from you.
Charles looked at me with interest.
- You know, I can't believe it. I don't believe in charity at all.
- And the cold calculation?
Drakosha (for some reason I began to call him that) shrugged his shoulders.
- What would you believe when you talked to vampires?
- After communicating with Mieczysław, I believe only in their bastardism. Here you are.
- And here I am. And what benefits could there be from me? I don't even know how to handle...
- And we will definitely try to fix it. Remove your... problem. I just wish I knew what I was trying to remove. Curse, carelessness, or it's from birth at all...
Charles took a deep breath. As if he was gathering his strength.
- It's really hard for me to talk about.
- Do you want to try it?
- I'm afraid you're going to despise me. Or something else, worse.
- Like what?
- You bring back Alfonso, you kick him out...
- You know I won't do it.
There was a sadness in my purple eyes.
- I know. It's a very long and old story, Julia. And I behaved very, very ugly in it. My curse is the result of my and only my actions. As sad as it is.
- And you try to tell me," I quietly asked. - I will not judge you. I promise you that.
Charles was silent for a few seconds, gathering his strength. And quietly began:
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