Sunlight, seeping through the blinds, slowly crawls along the wall, gradually dispelling the semi-darkness of the room. Stripes of light illuminate Conrod's face, and he begins to squint, instinctively trying to bring back the darkness. After several futile attempts to get rid of discomfort, he still wakes up and opens his eyes. The light immediately blinds him, until then the relaxed pupils instantly shrink into a point. He grumbles indignantly, rolling over to the other side. Conrod didn't plan to get up so early on his day off. But the sun had a different opinion on this matter. Discontentedly wrapping himself in a blanket, Conrod howled softly and for a long time. The sounds did not stop until the air in the chest came to an end. Taking a deep breath, Conrod started over. Having moved all the blanket around himself, Conrod calmed down, curled up. Awakening was already inevitable. The brain woke up and demanded some action, while the body asked to stay still. The thought of Christi
“Sometimes you can use fragrant and intoxicating virgin blood,” the vampire says, filling his glass from the “human bottle”- Especially before the fight. Suddenly this is the last glass of blood - Lusters took several large sips. Undisguised pleasure swept across his stony face. Brook-ta-man grinned at these words.- You can't argue with such a glorious warrior like you. You know what you're talking about, no doubt about it. There were many battles where your furies and I were on the verge of eternal decay. Modern vampires are more like rich sons, they have the power of a toy, protection, impunity, but when they face a real threat, they immediately run to the elders. says Brook-ta-man. Lusters nods approvingly.- Remember the Middle Ages. The time was, of course, terrible, magical artifacts turned out to be with anyone, even a dirty peasant could kill us if a powerful artifact fell into his hands. But there was excitement, we did not hide from people according to the norms as it is n
Once-beautiful cars with chromed tires and polished bodies rot in piles of rusting metal. Iron, revered for centuries and brought to a cult in the form of edged weapons, lies in shapeless heaps of rubbish that no one needs. The old scrap yard is rippling with shades of red and reddish brown rust, a dim lantern illuminating the center of the scrap yard, giving the appearance of the presence of security, although there have been no adults here for many years. Sometimes children wander here; they are always interested in such places for games, but not at night. At the appointed hour, Baruz, on the orders of Alud, brought his fighters to the center of the dump for a joint campaign with vampires to the lair of Lycian (sorcerer people), a huge Berkhes walked nearby. A vampire squad was already waiting at the appointed place. The Furies, led by their leader, stood to attention like black statues. Veilon stood in front, immaculately dressed as always, as if he were not going on a dangerous re
Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We came to tell you about us for a reason, you are not an ordinary person, you can say unique. - Duk chatters. As a sign of good intentions, the werewolf takes a bottle of whiskey and pours a portion of factory moonshine into a clean glass. Approaches Conrod and holds out a glass. The werewolf treats you to whiskey, that doesn't happen every day. Conrod takes the glass and sips it in large gulps. Julia goes to the bar and curls up comfortably there. Conrod recovers a little from the shock. He sits down on the couch, nervously twirling his glass of whiskey.- So wait, wait, what is it, everything I wrote comes true, do you materialize like someone else? Conrod asks in an agitated voice, stuttering slightly. The desire to find answers to questions overcame fear and surprise. Dook smiles slightly.- Oh no, that you are my friend, we exist independently of your mind, we and other dark creatures have been living in this world since time immemorial. Everythin
Brook-tam-an walked the streets of the city all on pins and needles, in time the attack, invented by him together with Alud, should have already begun. After the antics of Veilon, the vampire was extremely offended and the blood did not climb into the throat. For several hours he had just wandered aimlessly around the city, of course not entering foreign territories, now it was extremely dangerous despite the agreements reached. Unexpectedly, Brook-ta-man remembered Elise, the soothsayer, who had saved his life many times with her advice.- I need to visit her, anyway, I go and do nothing. Brook-ta-man thought with annoyance. The fortune teller's apartment was just a couple of blocks away, for a vampire it's like opening the door to the next room. Bruk-ta-man, as usual, easily and naturally enters the apartment. Elisa sits in front of the TV and knits a necklace from many parts, writing is visible on the details.I hope I didn't disturb you? The vampire asks politely, bowing elegantly
Brook-ta-man carefully examines Eliza, unconscious in his arms. The skin turned white, the heart barely beats, gradually the skin begins to fill with blush and becomes warm. Eliza slowly opens her eyes, her whole appearance speaks of wild fatigue inside. She looked at the vampire with a tormented look.- I saw the death of several magicians, but many are still alive, I saw everything in the fog, something terrible happened there, a lot of blood, I could only hear the word prisoners and the basement. - says Eliza, every next word sounds quieter and quieter she is exhausted. Looking beyond the worlds is not an easy task even for a true person, the unprepared can simply go crazy or die. Brook-ta-man pursed his lips in annoyance.- If there was a mess and there are surviving magicians, then the dark ones are dead. She said prisoners. I hope one of the vampires is captured. Then there is hope for their salvation. Brook-ta-man thinks. With a slight movement, he lifts Eliza and carries her i
- What the hell are you doing to me? Stop it right now, damn it! Baruz yelled. The figure, tightly wrapped in a robe, turned its head towards the werewolf.- As you command the owner! - obviously mocking the figure says all the same vile voice. The werewolf immediately falls onto the straw, gaining control of his body. In a fraction of a second, a powerful attack from Lasters falls upon him, the look of the vampire just like a minute ago at Baruz is full of bewilderment. Now the vampire is throwing the werewolf away, Baruz is trying to fight back, but the vampire's attacks under the influence of an unknown force are so strong that the werewolf, even blocking the blow, flies into the wall with a crash, hitting it.- Enough! - the figure says in a terrible voice. His posture is improving again. The exhausted captives fall on the cold floor of their dungeon, almost losing consciousness from exhaustion.- My time is eternity, I will torment you every morning, one way or another you will t
Yes, they are purebreds. Descendants of the most ancient people, we call them true. There are very few of them, and as a rule, pure blood always carries some kind of gift. Witch shamans, telepaths, psychics - as a rule, representatives of the true kind. Many of these people are not even aware of their gift. Your gift Conrod I generally meet for the first time in history. Maybe once upon a time there were people like you with the gift of foresight of the dark world, but now you are the only person we know. The dark ones don't really like true people. They see you as a danger. I remember there was one man, a zealous Catholic. During the time of the Inquisition, he also had an unusual gift, in a moment of great anger, he was able to release a light of unprecedented power from his body. He single-handedly burned down several vampire hives after learning that they nestled right under his church in a network of caves. And then believing that he was some kind of saint there with a mass to ex