Creatures of the night
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I started, and my car soon was gone from a field of vision of those Neanderthal men. Finally, I looked through tinted glass. Aside bar I noticed how Zhora, to whose prompt falling I just promoted, slowly rises to the feet, holding a free hand the blood-stained chin. His girlfriend diligently tries to help him to get up, but he, having standed, pushed away the woman from himself, having shouted at her.
Chapter 6
My car rushes on the long route. In all parties is wide forest. High shadows of trees cast black shadows on without that the dark, impenetrable road. Lamps aren’t present.
I curtailed on a roadside and howled down the engine. I remained squeezed in a palm the old tram ticket, with the couple of words scratched on it. I forgot to put it in a glove compartment. Words which the normal person wouldn’t understand rather are scribbled on a small slice of the paper which turned yellow from time. I twisted the handle on a door, and window slowly slipped down. In salon the cool breeze blew. Imperceptibly, it snatched out a note from my hand and carried away somewhere afar. I didn’t accept this nonsense in seriousness, besides, the address well remembered, and to forget it to me not really, at least, in the next some hours. One more quite good quality of the vampire – unconditional memory.
Where to look for this place, this house, this street? I don’t know. In total, because of that loser who didn’t find more adequate place to pee than my car. I didn’t manage to specify concrete coordinates of a place necessary to me from Valentin Mikhaylovich, and somehow from the head it took off. And to all fault this crude Zhora, God damn it.
Having thought a little, with the head which fell to a wheel, I turned the car, and returned back to bar.
Gloomy light, ominous buildings, the lane where the bar is located – a place reminds a crypt with one small window. The neon sign went out, and lifelessly dominates over doors.
I left the car round the corner. This time no one from those Neanderthal men wasn’t visible, as on the waste ground. From bar doors, there was a familiar young man, the bartender Vasya.
– You are late, – having seen me the guy sadly uttered, locking doors, turning a key in a padlock.
– You remember type to which I talked in the bar, quite recently?
– Which?
– He sat at a table at a window, such in a hat with a long, gray-haired beard.
– I remembered, he just left bar after you left, even beer didn’t drink up, strange some, – the young man hemmed, having delayed one corner of a mouth.
– Where he went you don’t know, am I right? – I uttered hopelessly, and rested a back about a wall.
– You are right, – the guy answered.
Vasily faces me, with the hands ground in pockets blue
– Are you a student?
– Yes, – Vasya stretched.
– You earn additionally?
– Well, I have to, – he exhaled.
Having told anything, I looked away from the interlocutor on an opposite wall.
– And., you are student too? – uncertainly the young man after several seconds of silence took an interest.
– No.
– Right, – uncertainty of the guy grew; he started picking a sock of the footwear naked asphalt.
– You aren’t afraid to work in such place?
– There is no choice even if I am afraid. Much more don’t take, and to Lev Borisovich all the same who will spill beer in his institution.
– Lev Borisovich is an owner?!
– Yes. He pays little, but for food is enough.
But not for clothes. This thought slipped in a brain. It is cruel and ugly to think so. It is good that before to state something, we can consider and filter the speech text.
– What about parents?
Vasya hung the head, and became a little sad.
– I don’t have them, – he told, having added, – never was. The guy looked at the sky, having thrown back slightly the head.
– I’m sorry; I lost parents too, long ago. Except the sister remained nobody. If something happens to her, I don’t know how I will live.
– To have a sister is probably cool.
– You won’t believe as much as, – I uttered ironically.
Unexpectedly the small stone arrived to my part.
– What is it? – Vasily cried out.
One more stone, one more, and one more. And so some pieces.
– I probably should go, – words of the bartender were heard.
– Wait, – I told.
– You scoff?!
– Good evening, – was heard nearby. It was the maiden voice, a voice which seemed to me vaguely familiar.
From the round of the the building’s corner standing opposite bar there was a young girl, years of seventeen. Her pale face, her black eyes, her blonde hair topped in a tail on a nape and the bang waving from a wind… it seemed that I already somewhere saw all this. I don’t feel that she is live. From the girl blows as cold, a cemeterial cool which proceeds from me. It means, that she is a vampire. No way.
– You don’t remember me? – with the look full of sincere hope she asked. This question is addressed to me.
– No.
– Who is it? – Vasily’s remark sounded.
The girl approached me, and having nearly nestled all over, in a whisper told:
– Here I found you, darling.
She touched the her slender fingers my cheek. I was discharged. The girl looked at me with the children’s look full of offense and disappointment.
– Who are you? – I didn’t manage to remember it.
– I am Dasha, but to you my name will tell nothing. You made with me something like that, I can’t still understand what.
– What did you make to her? – Vasily butted in.
– It is better for you not to know, – I waved away.
– I understand nothing, – the guy to himself under a nose spoke.
– What a pretty, – Darya transferred a look to Vasily, having told this ambiguous phrase.
– Leave him alone, – I said monotonously.
– What in general here occurs? – Vasya asked a question.