«Its not so simple,» Blaise objected quite seriously. «Sometimes the lives of the whole clan is not enough for this.»
«To take the cutters and smash in smithereena something inanimate,» if her entire famous family did not cope with this, then its not surprising why they were killed.
«To catch something evil in a trap, but divine.»
He was afraid of how her eyes were obsessed, exactly two piece of ice, but spoke out loud:
«This is a sculpture head.»
«Setius,» she could even call sculpture by name. Who would have thought that the statues could have names like family members or some pets. Only a crazy family members Rosier could have begun to be able to call sculpturs by name. And Blaise is the last of the family, she honors traditions. Only Mario did not even immediately understand that by name she calls a statue. It was too striking.
«His name is Setius,» she repeated, nodding to the box. «He is the main one.»
His name is! In the present time, usually about the dead speak in the past. Has she still considered this head alive?
«These are just the statues that some madman gave terrible angelic names. Even if we assume that all the legends about your family is true, Blaise» he suddenly stopped. He remembered those rumors about Rosier. «Its just a sculpture,» he repeated stubbornly.
«Will you ever remaine with these sculptures alone, indoors in a closed room. All night.»
How slyly sparkled her eyes.
«Do you want to lure me into trap?»
«I want to bet with you: one night in my family crypt. You will spend it there, make sure they do not live and do not move. And then I will believe you. And you believe yourself.»
How she knew that he hesitated.
I myself take care of the fact that no one has taken all night next to the crypt. Or take with you bodyguards. Let them check: if anyone is hiding behind the tombs, and they themselves still stand at the door. It will be an amazing night.»
«Youre crazy! Good insane!»
«But you would like to check how far my madness extends and where it began.»
«From night, when they killed your whole family. The killers were well prepared, but you managed to somehow arrange a fire and escape.»
«The statues at the same time were present.»
«Stop talking about them, as a living person,» it began to annoy him. «And stop calling them on the names like friends.»
She did not call all seven names, but in his head they sounded as a chorus.
«They carry these names for centuries. The names of the annals of the Bible or some kind of apocrif, but they cannot be called friends. From such friends a harm is more than from enemies.
She clicked the box with a lid, closing the head and its empty marble look, but Mario for some reason shifted the lid again. An inexpressive face suddenly seemed surprisingly evil. The head, though it was limp in a box, but it seemed that the owner of the situation in this office was it.
Blaise, sitting in a chair on the contrary, with enthusiasm waited for an answer.
«A bet?» she repeated. «And you will prove to me that I argued all this time my courage.» Having spent one night with them, you will prove that you are more resistant than me.»
Why should he argue with her, prove something? Yes, because he became curious. Too many legends are associated with a crypt of Rosier. Including myths about great treasures in the crypt.
«Blaise! What happened in the night when your family died? How exactly did you save?»
«Ask them,» she meant, of course, the statues in the crypt,» and if they dont answer you in the night, I will answer the next morning.»
«This is already a good condition for betting. I will at least get something if I win. What do you get?»
«A phenomenon!»
He was inquiring his eyebrows. What does it mean?
«I will get the first person on the earth, which was able to resist them.»
It is curious and difficult to bet with insane. Mario sighed heavily. Why does marble eyes have such a sly expression? This is a game of desk lamp. The light, concealed by lampshade, can create a variety of illusions.
«I still doubt,» he muttered. More for yourself than for her. It is always dangerous to argue on betting with crazy. They do not want, but will bring disaster. But something likely an alcohol, influenced the mind, and the deal suddenly began to appear very seductive.
«But I love to argue to bet with madness,» Blaise again read about what he thought. «That is why I always defeat.»
Head of statue
The head remained lying on the table. How did Blaise be able to cut off it with her stilette? How artfully head was separated from the marble torso! It is not broken, but separated, because at the bottom of the neck was not split, but a smooth cut. Almost mathematical accuracy, line direct, as in drawing. Mario touched it with fingers and got hurt.
Someone called him by name, and it was not a nickname and not the name under which he was officially known. His first baptized name, which gave him a mother and about which he himself almost forgot. The name that failed. A voice from behind the curtains mocked him. A laugh was heard. And from the finger flowed blood. Mario rushed to the window and did not discovere anyone.
The glass on the window suddenly cracked, as if someone broke it. But no one threw a stone from the outside, no from the inside. If any hooligans from the street threw a stone, it would be heard, besides, the guards would immediately caught them. They are experienced here. A mouse past them does not run.
Not that marble statue.
Why did he come to mind such a ridiculous comparison? What is the statue when it comes to a broken window. Statues do not come to life, do not walk through the streets and do not beat windows. So why do you want to compare with a marble fist to the glass so much?
Does his nervous tick begin? He worked too much. It is difficult to keep in submission all these criminals, hangers-on and dodgers from the «family», which are already trying on how to beat off his place of leader. One Blaise was normal. Normal? He glanced at the head that she brought, remembered her words. The beauty was damaged by the mind since her family was destroyed, and she had to revenge on the criminal road. Beautiful and insane Blaise! But he could be worked with her. Who would think that the fragile girl with an angelic face will be his best employee? She did something that could not do the organized gangs. It seems that ln her really dreamed the devil. And God forbid him one day to break free on the will in this office.
Blaise could easily shift him from the place of leader. She would have killed immediately the rebrls, everyone else began to moan and become obedient under her iron fist. Who deserves be leader here, so it is she. But she, oddly enough, never tried to shift him. He even thought, but whether it is worth to make a testament to her. True, the testament here did not have any power. To the last word of leader, it is also unlikely that someone listens. After his death, everyone will start fighting for the power, but Blaise is able to suppress them all. She only needs to say that he would like to see her a leader.
«And what if she does not listen to you, how she didnt obey us? In your «family», as in our own she is a phenomenon.
Who said that? There were a whole choir of voices. One, two seven? And they all rang, as if the beating marble. So only children can joke. Or he was damaged headed in the head since he saw a cut-off head in a gift box.
He turned away for the moment, and when he looked at this head again, it scared him. A smile on marble lips suddenly became wider.
Could it just seem? Unlikely. Under white mouth, they even seemed tooth cutters, which were not visible before. The lips were closed. He remembered exactly. And now they will be scanned. The ear shells resemble the bends of fantastic wings. Snow white curls snatch on the temples like vipers. Maybe in fact it is just a skillfully made toy with a mechanism mounted inside. It is probably just stylized under marble. Well, the joker is Blaise! An actress! A calculating creature! She decided to frighten him to a heart attack instead of killing.
Mario touched the marble in an attempt to grope some kind of lever, from which the mechanism works, but the fingers slid along the dense surface. This, however, was marble, heavy, polished and cold as iceberg in the ocean. It seemed that it had just been taken from the freezer.
In a hot summer night, the cold had to be pleasant, but the hand of Mario as if was burnd. There are crimson marks of burns on his fingers. Probably he made it himself about a cigar or a lighter. While he was waiting for Blaise, he was nervous and smoked. He did not want to believe that she would betray him. Only not she! In it, one of all women No, not only of women, from all living beings, which he knew was something mystically attractive. From her it was impossible to take a look. Its work was impossible not to admire. He would be a little younger and would be her slave. Mario caught himself to think that Blaise somehow reminds of a demon who comes to give him an advice, push to something bad, open the proven secrets.
Officially Blaise has long been considered dead. From a fire night, when her whole family died. But she was saved. How? Damn her knew. She probably did not remember it herself, because since then she was very damaged in the mind. It is good that all of these fantasies on the theme of supernatural creatures and the apocalypse did not interfere with it to fulfill dangerous tasks, but only attached professionalism. It is a pity that not all his employees are as she. Only those who are not afraid to die are capable of performing the highest level. The fear of death stops people from much. Blaise has no such fear. When you have nothing to lose, you are not afraid to die. The girl showed herself as a daredevil. There were rumors that she recently lost the last close man who remained. If only lovers or mistresses can be considered close people. They so often betray that the words about proximity and loyalty are only a figure of speech. Mario knew it. How many mistresses had to be premature to send to the another world for the fact that they betrayed him. Their death was in this case a question of prestige. Who would have respected him, leave he them alive.