Creatures of the night
Viktoria Koshkina
© Viktoria Koshkina, 2015
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Chapter 1
The street is empty. Doesn’t catch sight the uniform passerby. A solid hour I stick out here, and by didn’t run even a dog. In any case the dog, in general isn’t present anybody. Where all got to? As though feel, skunks… Alone, seemingly, it is necessary to stay here till the morning.
I got the mobile phone from a pocket to look what time is it now. I was distracted by a door scratch round the corner. It has to be, someone left bar.
The mad smile “was involuntarily drawn” on my face. For pleasure I forgot about the purpose with which I hold in cellphone therefore I pushed it back, from where got as by inertia, without having looked and at the screen. For excitement on a body the small spasm ran. Anticipating the forthcoming meal, I tried to get on feet, leaning a back about a cold wall, but force of gravity created the artful mission, and tumbled down my body back. But not the mother Earth, with the right magnetism is guilty of it, my amplifying weakness exactly with the same speed with what my infernal hunger grows is guilty. It is necessary to reconcile to will of the nature temporarily. The main thing not to miss the present sent to me from the generous Universe which spared on me and presented the opportunity at last to have dinner this evening.
I craned my neck to glance for turn. From an open door of bar seemed the unfamiliar type outside. The man passed forward two steps and stopped. At first his look of some moment stiffened on a brick wall of the building opposite. Then he hung the head and along with it dipped a hand into a pocket. From it he took out some subject inaccessible to my eye. Without taking away a palm from a pocket, he began to look at “treasure” from the hiding place. Having tracked it, I again disappeared, the nape drove into the corner and deeply sighed.
“What does he examine it there?” – I thought. It became me sensitive curiously: what an unusual feature pulled out the stranger from reality and in this connection, he so continuously admires it as if he was zombie.
Having waited some insignificant half-minute, I again leaned out. The stranger whom I can tenderly call the victim, faced in my party. There was a question before me – if he saw me or not?! It seems no, though it seemed to me that the man looks at me. He would know as long I waited for his emergence, calculated in tortures of minute. Though, I had no objection for any beauty. But now “my majesty” not in that situation to choose.
Meanwhile that I stay here, the man replaced a number of actions. The subject “removed” back to a pocket, and he a slowly approaches to my party. Smells of alcohol and tobacco reached my nose, and knock of his heart with each fraction of a second increases loudness. Tuk-tuk-tuk… I feel sick when I think of that heart will cease to pulse soon. Damn, I already started going crazy from a lack of blood in my organism.
Having aloud counted to five, I repeated a former trick, and again risked to put myself on feet. It I work well, admit to me – not without effort, but nevertheless, I am glad! Only the head is turned and there is a wish to sleep.
Got a hold of myself, I threw with a hood of a sports sleeveless jacket which on me is put on the head, and “fluttered out” from the shelter. So it turned out that my face closed a half (a forehead and eyes) from what increased my self-confidence. I do not have to count on effective emergence. Besides I just noticed that I am lame in the left leg. My shape is far from frightening, but is very close to the pathetic. Here to you – “Mr.” vampire.
I passed slightly, and made a pause. I raised a hood edge to look at the person. Having noticed my shadow, he got up as driven and inspected my person from feet to the head. At first, the look of this man seemed neutral, indifferent, to some extent even surprised. But the trifle, I strained when in his opinion there was a certain rage, contempt. He made the spittle which came to be under my feet then surely he walked further.
When the stranger passed by, my fingers grasped his sleeve. He nearly faltered, and, having paid attention to the long fingers of my hand which were persistently holding a piece of his clothes from all force pulled a shoulder. So he turned out to be exempted from my grasp.
– Go away, moron – furiously screamed the man correcting his sleeve.
Strange, however, his attitude to the people around. Or he so exactly breathes only to me. Look of me of course not “great”, but it is not an occasion to be insulted. Now I know as I look precisely: very thin, with black circles under eyes, with literally gray skin, and the prominent reliefs of bones under it. How am I to you? I always look like this when I’m madly hungry. But people often think that I am a drug addict, and don’t live more long than hour, after meeting me.
I dropped tired eyes on asphalt; in the depth of myself boiling from desire, from passion, from that already I represent a sweet scene of murder. Meanwhile the man gave a whistle and continued his way.
I turned back, observing how fast my new acquaintance moves away. it is not late to catch the haughty asshole. On pleasure I am able to run very quickly.
Once I appeared before the man’s nose – he was dumbfounded.
– What the…? – the uncle started back.
– I play with you a game of tag; – I tried to joke and was right there twisted: in a breast pinned up, and shook me a little.
I opened eyes and… as though I saw other person. It is the same type, only at lantern light which we at last received, he looks differently. The person of fifty-year age, with half the turned gray locks of hair on the head, and an unshaven bristle on a chin. Creepy pale blue eyes are more accurately visible which seemed harmless before. Dressed in that, brown jacket, under it the blue undershirt decorated with a couple of tasty spots, standing trenik with the stretched knees, below to surprise, decent, leather boots. The man itself is thin, lower me on ten centimeters. Entirely reminds me the old man beaten by life from the fairy tales of Pushkin.
– Crazy? – the man wrinkled.
– Now you’ll know, – I stretched by the shivering voice.
Inside me as though the driving mechanism had broken. Broke bones, and on a body ran the painful wave, to Goosebumps. I put a palm on a shoulder of the man and became dejected. Looking at asphalt, I failed on all fours, one hand leaning, another holding a breast.
– Somewhat quicker to finish you, – I squeezed from myself out.
– What do you mutter there? – the man inquired, feeling the superiority.
With effort I rose to the feet and straightened shoulders. To me it is terribly sick, but I will try to cope with this test.
– You are the talented clown, – he grinned, – go, amuse your girlfriend, and leave me alone.
The new acquaintance watches me, expecting my next failure. No, it is already enough for me! I sent a hood and showed my face to the victim. The man became serious and began to look to me in the face, as hypnotized. Using it, I reduced distance between us and approached him closer.
– Now you will become nothing, – I stretched half-whisper and smiled.
– Insane, – nervously threw nasty type.
After the stated phrase he was going to leave, but was late. I took the man for shoulders and turned back to myself, then, clasped a hand at his neck and pressed to myself. That began to escape, being afraid that I will begin to smother, but doesn’t leave, after all he is not stronger one from us obviously. Having taken him in humiliating situation, I threw away with a force the man to dustbins. He fell, having hit the head.
– Well, – he shouted, – what will you do further?
And what I will do next? I will finish him.
– I admit, to be killed by psychopath – is disgusting.
– Shut up, – I told with irritation.
The man grinned and began to fix the eyes on me. I came nearer to it and sat down on hunkers nearby.
– Come on, do it, – unexpectedly with a challenge uttered type.
– Well, if you insist, – with affectedness I said and came nearer a mouth in his neck, holding him with a hand.
My fingers experienced warmly human skin, from it hunger became stronger. One movement I nailed down and also suspended the man to a wall that it was more convenient to gnaw through a neck.
– You don’t want to tell the last word? – with a jeer I took an interest.
Right there I remembered something and I got into a pocket of the victim. Having in the very bottom groped something cold, I pulled out it from a jacket.
– It isn’t necessary for you, – choking with shortage of air the man spoke.
I squeezed fingers even more strongly, having made him worse, at the same time pushing a thing in the pocket.
– And you know, I don’t care, I want to die myself, – he cried out with rage.
I was surprised by words of the man hanging by a thread from death. Others with whom I happened to get acquainted, begged to release them, and this… But what he wouldn’t mean, I won’t stop for anything.
On palm inside skin is thinner therefore is more sensitive. The vampire instinct already works, and I feel how on veins of this person blood streams run. They issue the unique symphony of sounds. My look concentrated on a carotid.
– Let’s already finish it, – the uncle begged.
I distracted and looked into his eyes. I suddenly wanted to hurt the man very much. Therefore, I weakened a hand, then sharply squeezed and with a force pushed it a nape in a wall. He quietly screamed from pain, having hurt the head. I felt a blood smell, and to me bothered to wait. A thumb I accurately unbent the head of the person and bent closer to inhale a smell of his skin. “Aroma”, of course, doesn’t add appetite, but I am not choosy. Without thinking twice I seized a neck of the victim, and I began to extend greedily from the man blood. Oh, long-awaited this moment was what couple of minutes ago. I with greed and diligence began to swallow of the liquid coming to a mouth. The uncle didn’t even try to shout.
Having drunk over three liters of blood, I released a hand, and wiped it the soiled chin. The body of my “supporter” failed on asphalt. If I leave it here so, in a day he already will catch any poor fellow. In order to not allow it, I scraged the dead man. Here is the best of all, now he won’t get up.
I rubbed palms and looked at a dead body. Inside my breast again pinned up and a pleasant heat spread through my body. I fell on knees and overturned the head up. The unpleasant feeling stopped, before eyes opened the dark blue sky covered with packs of stars. And where the moon got to? Why I don’t observe it? Here it: a golden half-moon among the younger, not less bright brothers. I moved from knees to a sitting position and recorded attention in the stellar sky. I like to admire this landscape sometimes. Sometimes, I represent that the moon is my mother, whether which leaves sometimes to look at me. For such moments I’m ready to give everything.
Now it became really good to me, and it seems, I can make the “surrounding” jog round the planet. But for feats is not suitable time, it is necessary to hide a corpse. Having a little thought, the final decision came to mind to send a body to a pit bottom.
By car, in a luggage carrier, I brought a corpse to water. In the same place, where all road there was a dead man, dug out a rope. Having convinced of its durability, I wound with one of its edge the huge cobble-stone (such continually fully), tied another to the dead man’s neck. I am grateful to the one who built pier at this reservoir. Thanks to it I managed to throw a corpse, let not in the middle, but far away from the coast. The huge stone loudly flopped in water and pulled for itself the turned blue dead man. I ironically smiled and waved good-bye hand. After all, this type kept me today not the bad company, “recharged my battery”. Thanks to him!
Having stood a little on the edge of pier, I returned to the car. Hurrah! Now it is possible to go home.
Chapter 2
It happened that I came back home at two a.m. In a drawing room I met the sister Christina. She as usual stays a sofa reading the book.
I leaned to a doorway with a smile looking at my little sister. Christina doesn’t see me so far, doesn’t hear, and I with impunity watch this charming picture: the girl – the brain learns the next “unpretentious” book, thickness in a floor of ten centimeters. It touches deeply: the involuntarily feeling of affection. And after all I am a vampire, and has to rejoice only at the sight of blood, and killing. Silly stereotype, isn’t that so!?
There is no wish to interrupt this harmony, there is no wish to raise noise by talk. I see the sister, and again and again I scroll shots of last life that becomes warm inside.
Only twenty years we enjoyed wonderful human life, without blood and murders. But then, at once, that fatal, late evening not simply changed our life, it changed a way of existence, we changed. And on one wave with this event, there was one more, not less awful for me and Christina: our parents died. About the father I can precisely tell, but mother, she simply disappeared, and since then noone didn’t see her, she didn’t call anybody, and we couldn’t contact it. It was only to think that she is dead, how heavy it was to cope with. After all parents for me and sister were the most Saint and dear people. They made me and Christina happy, provided light childhood. They carried out with us a leisure hours of the time. I remember as I with father and with our favourite dog Elvi, the main family member, played pulling of a rope. There was one more game about which our dog was crazy. I could throw a stick to a such distance that Elvi ran away and didn’t come back for ten minutes. But all the same the dog found and brought her back. Joyful there was that time. We had a model Soviet family. We have no time to live dreams and imaginations, everything occurred “here and now”. It was cheerful.
If I only knew how I could find those bastards because of whom I lost my parents, they would be overtaken by the most terrible fate about which they didn’t even think. But passed so many years, and to look for murderers is equivalently to look for a needle in a haystack. I with Christina grieve for parents. Despite the past, from iridescent, turned to black and blood-stained, I still have the reason of what there is a wish to stay in this world so far. Christina – the only loved one who remained with me. Until she loses forces and taste to life, I won’t cease to exist.
Now Christina looks as well as in the “last” day. The girl was twenty years old when she was bitten by a vampire. But no one knows that she is already fifty (I’m still older her for two years). She is an eternal book reader. But despite a syndrome of “the honors pupil’s girl”, Christina looks fantastic as looked always (in usual representation so-called girls – botanists look absolutely in a different way). My sister the attractive girl herself, with congenital leanness, thus isn’t deprived of symmetry. The long, red hair sometimes turning into any pretty hairdress hanging down. The pale, nice face with ruddy cheeks is decorated by big, brown eyes, always the kind, expressing various emotions.
I am older than my sister for two imperceptible years. Being the boy, I was always a madcap with the soiled face and the broken knees. I was encouraged for courage and ability to protect Christina. Parents constantly said, that me with my sister are very similar, and now we ask a question “how?”. Comparing to photos of last years, I think that I got the main lines from mother, at my order her thin structure of the face and high cheekbones, plus to it eyes.. How I remembered my mother, she always was very beautiful. I received darkly fair hair from the father. He only carried too short hairstyle, my fashion – “Grunge”, with the shaved temples. But it is not everything, after all dark dense eyebrows over my blue eyes is his “gift” too. In the white color face skin got as soon as I began “to hate the sun”. My height was higher than the sister’s for ten centimeters, but it was not a noticeable difference if to remember that mother was higher than the father approximately so. Despite the thin constitution I never was sickly. On the contrary, in early years work “molded” from me the real man and the love to physical culture consolidated effect. The defender – my main status since early years. At first I fought with Christina’s offenders, then, under my protection got Liouba. In eighteen years I met the soul mate who bore this beautiful name. We were age-mates and met two years, even planned to get married. It’s impossible to express what I felt in simple words; it is simpler to feel for me. Liouba was my first and true love; she forced my heart to fight for excitement, and to rejoice 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.