If I drink her soul, I'll have enough pisses to fit into the body of one child. And if I drink the other's soul, I'll get a resuscultation. And my priest will take me away from here.
Soon. Very ssskoro...
What is this!?
Are there two werewolves nearby? I feel their hatred. Their rage and fears.
Who brought them here?
Does somebody piss about me?
Could they find me?!
Impossible!
Or all of it...
Well. Let them come over here. I can still control the three of them. There wouldn't be any more...
In the meantime, let them come over here. They'll cover for me and give the priests time to get ready.
I won't call anyone to stop me.
* * *
Heart was beating deafly and often. I took a step forward. Two. And I realized that I could walk on my own, not just lean on two of my men.
Before a fight, you have to be honest with yourself.
That's two. And exactly my men. Charles is my brother. And who is Mecislav? Doesn't matter. He's mine, anyway.
Step, other, third, corridor, stairs, hall...
And I look into the crazy with the horror of Truth's Eyes. And I don't see anything else. Nothing at all. Only the mad horror, and the same mad hope. And faith. That we have come. Which means she'll be saved. They'll definitely save her. And the cold of fear. Cause I can't even see her companion. It's like it's covered in a dense black blotch. And the sight of them gives me the shivers of disgust.
I don't know what I'd do the next minute. Screwed up like a tarantula spider? Tried to run away? I don't know. It's one thing, traces of this creature. It's the same thing. My composure melted like ice cream in a 40-degree heat.
But there was a cold and arrogant voice of Mieczysław.
- Here we are, bitch.
* * *
When Mieczysław saw that the werewolves were coming out of the hideouts instead of shooting the Priests with a couple of shots, he understood everything. Right away.
Gotcha. Everybody's caught. And they, and...
Yeah, you can go out the back door. But... you can't.
This is his town. His people. И…
As long as this thing isn't very strong, they can still try to fight. But when it breaks free...
He believed in Jule. And he knew this creature only wants one thing.
Eat.
And he wasn't going to make his people the first food for that thing.
They looked over with Charles.
- Leave? - asked for alo-lilac eyes.
- No choice. Stay," the green answered.
- And Julia? - Alo-lilac eyes slipped sideways on a woman who couldn't see with her fingers in the table.
- She has no choice either.
- If she dies, I'll give you...
- If she dies, you'll be fine there...
Mieczysław knew that he could not survive her death now. Too much effort was spent yesterday, too little time to recover...
And death was so close. So close. There, in the desert that wasn't there, he felt it with his whole body. Today, she can take him away. In the end.
But there was no fear.
I should have gone.
And the vampire took the first step.
He saw Nastia right away. And here's her companion...
Vampires are the masters themselves to take their eyes away, to fog their consciousness, to lead and unleash illusions, to make people see things that do not exist.
Maybe that's why
them
it's impossible to take your eyes off. An older vampire may cloud the consciousness of a younger one, but sooner or later he will be off the leash.
Therefore, Mechislav saw everything clearly and distinctly.
Saw the Dosa Shiny. Quite dissolved, without a drop of cosmetics and with burning feverish fire eyes. And with a knife in her hand. Heavy hunting knife.
Such a person can easily cut skin and muscles, cut ribs, and not even blunt. It's good, hardened steel. One wave of the hand is enough to rip a pregnant woman's belly open.
Mieczyslaw is internally displaced. But his voice was calm and firm.
- Here we are, bitch.
* * *
The ice voice of a vampire, the cold fingers in my hand...
It somehow sobered me up and cleared my head. And I saw... The dosu!?
Although the singer was in such a way that she wouldn't be taken off by the most unpretentious client. Baggy pants from some tracksuit, shapeless jacket...
The only thing left to the former was a cold and arrogant expression.
- So it's you after all! - I exhaled. But my whisper was muffled by Dosi's mocking voice.
- The creature? Oh, really? Of the two of us, you are the unclean and undead. You're a vampire! If it wasn't for Master, I wouldn't have thought you were a walking corpse!
- I'm a vampire, - Mechislav quietly confirmed. - And the walking corpse is you. You just don't know about it yet.
- And who will kill me? These?
She raised her knife-free hand up and snapped her fingers. Moving like Sleepwalkers, our snipers bypassed her and stood just ahead of her in time to intercept any enemy.
- Why these, then? - Mechislav was politely surprised. - There's a lot of us here. And you alone. Sooner or later you'll just be questioned by the number.
- Me? - Dosya threw her head down and laughed. - You are all food for the Lord! Only food!
- Did this happen the day the construction site was opened? - I asked. The voice wasn't shaking. Okay, great. All I have to do is talk my knees and fingers.
She turned to me.
- Good girl. You guessed that?
- I saw it," I parried, taking another step forward.
- Stay where you are! - That bitch barked right away. - Or I'll move your foxy on your collar!
- I stand," I raised my hand soothingly. It's all right, let's put our guard down first and then get closer... - Do you see who she is too?
- No. Not yet. The master showed me.
- Did you show it? I didn't know you could show it. It's congenital!
Dosi's look has become manic suspicious.
- Nothing is impossible for the master. But how do you know...
I ignored the question.
- And the gentleman, are those black tentacles and blots in the square?
- No. It's his particles. Servants.
I feel sick. That's harsh. So we haven't run into the main creature yet? Just her stumps? But the tongue was murmuring without my involvement.
- Servants are good. Why do you need Nastya? Can't we make a good deal? Or does your master not know that people can talk? A man would come, he would say, and so...
The dock sparkled with her eyes.
- The gentleman needs a new body. His body has been destroyed, and his spirit has been imprisoned. And he wants to be free.
Wouldn't you like it to dry out? But that's not what I said out loud.
- Does he need strength for that? Food?
- And you're smart...
Yeah, and I also know how to embroider with a cross. And I can draw well. How did we get such a good look at you!? Mlyn!
- I'm not just smart. I've already figured out a lot. Those stains that settled on people... your state tramp is like a hive? Did they bring him the power he had gathered? Why couldn't he let them go hunting again?
- It's a long time," said Dosya. - The power was needed at once. And a lot.
- And then your choice fell on poor Lavric? He was the closest?
The men, seeing that while I'm handling the negotiations, kept quiet. And I really needed to know...
- Yeah. That fool was really annoying to me. Sometimes I slept with him when no one was around, but still! He was too stupid! And unbearably bored! Even in bed, he admired himself! It was very simple. Offering him to fuck in a private apartment. And take it by the gills...
- Before or after sex? D
id he have any fun before he died?
- It's enough that I got it! Do you know how nice it was to stab him in the back? Well, no, you don't know...
Mm-hmm. And may God never know. In our family, they prefer to beat honestly. Although... you're gonna start slicing it up with those Doses!
- What's wrong with you, Natasha?
The milker's shaved.
- Natasha? Is this the second one? I needed another victim anyway. Only three for the Lord. And Lavrik was disgustingly weak. So I had to look for something more delicious. And the best thing about the church. Faithful people are often strong in their faith. I counted on the Lord to have enough of that to free him. But either faith had weakened or...
Uh, I'd like you to meet Rokin. Or that memorable Alexei who tried to brainwash me!
- Faith has not weakened. It's just that Natasha was playing religion. She would play and forget in a couple of years.
- Well, then I see.
- Wait! I don't! How can you go to church?
I got a sniffle.
- Me? No. Not as long as I serve my Lord. We are too foreign to this church.
- In fact, with your master's help, that's how they were imprisoned?
I barely asked. I already knew the answer. And Dosya nodded.
- Smart. Okay.
- Are they smarter than that?
- Sure, the singer almost sizzled.
- I can imagine how upset your master was when he ate Natasha. So much concentrated nonsense and narcissism. Didn't the poor guy have heartburn? Did you catch her at the church?
- Yes. She came across me and asked for my autograph. Bringing her to those hangars was easy.
I stroked myself on the head. In my mind. Good girl. Tell her to teeth.
- Was it easy with Alfonso, anyway? Did you set a date?
- That's right. Men can be very predictable.
- Who'd argue. What did Alfonso do for you? A strong vampire, old, delicious... What the hell do you need Nastia for?
- If it hadn't been for some creature that destroyed my Lord's trap, it would have almost roared Donas.
And I woke up. About me. But in an expressive way.
Here... the activist!
If I hadn't come up then, if I hadn't destroyed what that scum left at Natasha's corpse, her master wouldn't have gotten it by the horns...
Wait a minute!
- Is he so weak that he got hit by such little things?
- This has nothing to do with you, witch...
I scattered my hands.
- If I were a witch, I would know. And I'm only blind in the dark.
I took a look at Mieczysław. What are we waiting for? What am I talking about? How much can you talk Dosé's teeth?!
The vampire caught my eye. And for a moment, he pointed his eyes towards the high window. Well, the window! So...?
The second look was at the snipers. And the giraffe (me) got it. There's a sniper. There's another one. But what's he waiting for!?
As much as you can!?
* * *
A woman jumped out of the car outside the sports complex and looked around. Uh, yeah...
And what's Leoverenskaya doing here?
She slipped quietly towards the building. She circled it. And finally she noticed the fire escape on one of the walls.
Climbing it, it was two minutes to one of the open windows. And there was a whole movie going on downstairs. A friend in front of a friend was two women and two men on the same side. They had their back to the woman, and she couldn't see their faces. But she quickly guessed who was who. It was hard to confuse a pregnant werewolf with someone else. And the other woman was so dangerous.
Is that really the... the killer?
Doesn't matter, though.
The important thing was different. Clearly in front of the first group were three more. Mecislav, Leoverenskaya herself and this one... Charles? The dragon? Ha! Just the bedding of Alfonso da Silva, which the fool Yulka took for herself. I don't know why at all. And behind their backs were a few more werewolves and vampires. The woman saw Vadim, Leonidas, Valentine...
Oh, if I could throw a grenade in there now! Or we could just blow up this building!
The woman listened. She was getting scraps of the conversation. And she realized that Leoverinskaya was stalling for some reason. But why? What's stopping her from just shooting that maniac?
Although... what's in the way is clear. A knife in a woman's hand. Before anyone gets a weapon, Nastia dies. And Leoverenskaya doesn't need it... bitch!
Oops!
The woman almost jumped when a warm heavy hand fell on her shoulder.
- What are you doing here?
- What about you?
The habit of obeying vampires hasn't changed the guy. And he showed me the rifle.
- You can't see anything from where I was sitting. And Leonidas was transmitting the Shooting signal. Let me go to the window.
- You're a good one. You're the only one here," said the woman.
- With my baby.
The guy gently stroked the rifle.
And then a thought sparkled in her head. No, it wasn't. PRAYER.
She stood back, missing a guy.
- Aim harder.
- Don't teach a professional.
- I won't.
Vampires are stronger than humans. And so is the werewolf. And it's not hard to slide a guy behind his back, wrap his throat around it so he doesn't have time to scream and then stab him like they taught him - with a knife, under his left shoulder blade. It's not that hard.
Killing is easy and pleasant.
The werewolf's body twitched in the strong hands of a vampire. She waited a few seconds, turning the dagger in the wound to be faithful. And then she realized that that was it. It's done.
Nothing has changed downstairs. And that's not right.
She carefully leaned the body against the wall. That's it. Now we gotta get out of here before somebody else gets here. But first...
A strong hand with precise movement threw the rifle into an open window.
And the woman started going down the stairs, not too interested in what was going on in the hall.
What for?
She can't do more than that anyway.
All that remains is to hope for the best. The best for her, of course... ha-ha...
* * *
Fucking hell!!!
It was the only thing I could think of when a sniper rifle flew in from above. And it collapsed right in front of Dosi's feet.
What... and... did that!?
Urou!!!
This is a peaceful conversation... resting in peace. And Dosya almost stuttered.
- Are you trying to frame me, bitches?!
I sent her an innocent smile.
- Were you going to feed us gingerbread?
- I will destroy all of them!
- Aren't you gonna blow yourself up?
- Don't nadorvuss...
Dosi's blue eyes were rapidly darkening, as if they were pulled in by a muddy, opaque film. And I understood it all to the end. She is obsessed. Wherever this master is now, he has long possessed her mind. So she voluntarily gave everything to him in the hope... of what?
Doesn't matter. What matters is to survive.
Everyone has seen Dosi's face distort and become really crazy. How her eyes get dark, how her muscles get tense preparing to jump...
Probably the only one I saw... the rest. There were dark blots floating around her. The black ones. Scary ones. And there were more and more of them. They'd wrap the woman head to toe until they joined in something new...
Most of all, it really looked like a headless snake.
I was gripped by some dead, clingy horror. Blood was stirring in my veins. Arms and legs became icy. I was dizzy, I was suddenly dizzy... I couldn't even turn my head.
I wanted to fall to my knees and give up. Let them do anything to me to make it stop!
There was a deaf groan nearby.
Mecislav clenched my hand so that the bones crunched. My bones? His?
Charles, on the other hand, knelt down. Whatever it was, it acted on him harder.
I heard a noise behind my back. There were those who fell down there, whom Mecislav swore to protect. That's where my friends fell.
I moaned with pain. There was blood on my chin from the bitten lip. And it helped me wake up. I'm alive! And I'm not giving up.
But what can I do?
The invisible stove was pressing harder and harder.
Get down!
Submit!!!
Admit your weakness, man!!!
And it'll be over. You don't have to fight - it doesn't make any sense anyway! You don't have to resist. What can you, a one-day-old, counteract the power behind which you have thousands of years of experience!?
- Julia...
Charles' stomach is like he ripped me out of somewhere...
And I shaken up.
What was that thing trying to do to me?
Fix it? Dissolve?!
But she's not all-powerful either! That scum's already been beaten once! And they cornered her! And the second time it's possible!
I touched Charles's hand and clenched it harder.
- You, - my voice was still weak, but it - it sounded. And how much better it was than the pressing silence, permeated with hundreds of groans and screams. Unheard now, yes. But as if they were sounding somewhere out there, beyond reality! - Get out! As long as you're all right! Destroy!
I was laughing. It's not the laughter of a normal woman. It was the laughter of the Apocalypse rider. The one whose name is plague.
- You are delicious food! Sweet! That's good!
- And you're just an overgrown viper! And you've already been beaten once! You've been beaten more than once! You hear me, I'm telling you! Get out!
- Razzmeltaliss! I need that body!
The black spots have floated to Nastia.
- I'm gonna live. And her baby body suits me!
Nastia screamed like crazy. And that scream shook me like a whip.
- Don't touch her! Take it better than me! I'm stronger and more delicious!
It was a gesture of despair. But I couldn't think of anything better.
So, probably, during the Great Patriotic War, commanders sent their fighters. "Go away. "We'll stay. Me and the grenade. Or the last bullet is for me." My grandfather used to tell me.
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