In the Darkness of City Blocks

A year ago.The eyes are opened, but they see nothing, darkness is all around, the night darkness of city premises, devoid of light. After a while, from the impenetrable blackness, at first barely perceptible contours of the walls and objects surrounding the gaze appear. The ringing silence around, slightly presses on the ears, does not give orientation, only touch, while there is no sight - again this. T so real and clear.- I'm definitely sick.Thoughts ring in my head, as if someone nearby is speaking in a distinct whisper.- You have to get up, you have to get up. Write down, no more minute. And to hell with everything . It's night now , but who needs it at all. No, no, I'm getting up . Three , it will be too late.A hand fumbles over the nightstand next to the bed. In from it is the desk lamp switch, slightly worn and loose. A click, the small bedroom lit up with the light of a small blue-shaded lamp. The bright light of a cold shade painfully cut the eyes, forcing the pupils tha

There was a steady fog over the night city, covering everything around with its veil. The light of the neon advertisements was losing its brightness as it passed through the masses of evaporating water. People reluctantly went outside and moved as quickly as possible, afraid to get caught in the rain. At this late hour, cars were still passing by, cutting through the fog with their lanterns, leaving behind only trails from the wheels and copious drops that threatened to splash the gaping passerby. In such weather, it is easy to move in the form of fog, you will not be noticed in any case. On an ordinary night, you need to follow, adapt to the environment, so as not to arouse suspicion. Brook-ta-man loved cloudy weather, it gave a lot of impressions. He walked along the main street, constantly changing shape, completely merging with the surrounding fog, and only a very attentive person will see a vampire covered in fog in the clouds of urban smog. After wandering around the streets a l

Vegetables were stewed on a hot frying pan, next to it was a medium-sized pot with soup that was not yet ready, the smells of food spread throughout the kitchen, moisture from the hot steam settled in small shiny droplets, like perspiration. An older woman was standing over the stove making her late dinner. On the wall, in beige wallpaper, hung a round clock in a lilac frame with small purple patches, reminiscent of the shape of a cat's fine fur. The second hand moves smoothly in a circle. Three o'clock in the morning. The illusion of time control, an attempt to somehow tie down the inevitable course of events going up their spiral. 3:0. Brown dress, the color of fresh cocoa, with long openwork inserts, gently -blue, reaches the knees, slightly covering them with a translucent edge decorated with a fancy pattern. Large fluffy pink slippers. On a thin neck hang several necklaces of an old style, with small inlaid stones, some covered with some incomprehensible writing. They rattle ligh

A cheap, threatening-looking knife went down his neck, leaving a red streak behind him. Blood poured over his pale skin, soaking his clothes and dripping onto the pavement. Brook-ta-man was cleaning up the traces of his presence. Now it looks like a common crime "gangster attack with the intent to rob." A watch, a thick gold chain, a purse, all thoughtfully pulled out and tucked into pockets. A deep incision on the neck will hide the marks of the predator's teeth. The vampire was satiated and gained strength. Although, unfortunately, the knowledge received from the blood was not enough. The usual stupid scumbag, the vampire did not receive anything new and moral satisfaction, except for the murder itself. He straightened up to his full height, raised his head, exhaled noisily, bared his fangs. Now he is ready for battle. He will choose the time and the most important place of the battle. The vampire turned abruptly and quickly ran towards the western part of the city.Some time later,

The fog dissipated, unable to withstand the gusts of the north wind, carrying excess moisture away from the city. The clock is 4:13. The wind, howling, squeezes into all the cracks of the city streets, playing with everything that can lift into the air, or at least ruffle. Brook-ta-man hailed a taxi, said the drop-off point, and paid immediately. Leaning back in the soft seat of the car, he watched the changing pictures outside the window. Senses are sharpened vision, hearing, perception filters work in wide ranges. He clearly felt the increased activity of the Shadowfists, they were looking for something.- Yes, I'm not the only one having a stormy night. The vampire thought. The car drove through a large puddle, dousing the doors with a rich water net. The glass was covered with small drops. The vampire contemplated the downward movement of the drops for some time. The taxi stopped at a tall building under construction. The driver looked after the late client, as soon as he heard th