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 little, the vampire decided to take a look around and instantly soared to the roof of the nearest house. The quick movement betrayed the outlines of the vampire a little, but on a night like this it didn't matter, no one would notice anyway. On the roof, the vampire smoothly materialized into his normal form. The fog gradually thickened, acquiring the contours of the body, filling with details every second. The vampire spread his arms in different directions and quickly, with extraordinary smoothness, scrolled several times around his axis, quickly squatting down. He grabs the edge of the house with his hands. but on a night like this, it doesn't matter, no one will notice anyway. On the roof, the vampire smoothly materialized into his normal form. The fog gradually thickened, acquiring the contours of the body, filling with details every second. The vampire spread his arms in different directions and quickly, with extraordinary smoothness, scrolled several times around his axis, quickly squatting down. He grabs the edge of the house with his hands. but on a night like this, it doesn't matter, no one will notice anyway. On the roof, the vampire smoothly materialized into his normal form. The fog gradually thickened, acquiring the contours of the body, filling with details every second. The vampire spread his arms in different directions and quickly, with extraordinary smoothness, scrolled several times around his axis, quickly squatting down. He grabs the edge of the house with his hands.
“Hmm, nice view,” thought the vampire. The building was quite high and opened a marvelous panorama of the surroundings of the city, covered by a scattering of brilliant lights. In the distance, streams of cars could be seen, which even that night did not weaken much. Cars moved in a common system, small lights, outlining the lines of the streets. The city was presented as a single organism absorbing everyone into itself and making anyone a part of its system. Eyes that see the wisdom of the ages scanned the expanses built by man.
- Naive creatures, they think that they are the masters of this world, they boast of their "power". An ironic smile crossed his face.
“Fools who think they are the highest good. Hmm, food that thinks is always fun. Brook-ta-man looked around him without missing a single detail. Vampires see almost everything around them, even things that most creatures can't see. He counted how many drops fell on the damp asphalt from a passing car, saw a torn seam on the clothes of a passing person, heard the clatter of a running rat somewhere in the doorways. Glare on the drops of water settled on the lantern also did not go unnoticed. His gaze traveled around, approaching like a good telescope, then sharply receding, focusing on another object of observation, taking in a panoramic view. Dark streams of energy pulsated around, somewhere saturated and deep, reminiscent of seething water, and somewhere barely visible, sometimes even disappearing. Brook-ta-man was sitting just in the path of one of the streams, which gave him the opportunity to draw energy without much effort, while using his innate vampire abilities. Concentrating a little, he began to feel the streams of thoughts, at first weak and chaotic, gradually turning into concrete phrases:
- So, well, I sent him a cell phone, and where is he?
- How did he get me?
- Oh, something sucks for me, in vain I interfered with vodka with beer
- Well, you can’t see anything in the fog, you wouldn’t knock anyone down
- Hey, where are you going!? Can't you see it's red! Drunk cattle. When will he move on?
- Boris will wait for me to bang him . - human thoughts can be overheard when they are chaotic. It required a lot of concentration, but it was a lot of fun.
– If I could just as easily read the thoughts of the dark ones, oh yes, – The vampire narrowed his eyes in pleasure. - But no, there is a limit to all abilities, you only snatch out these stupid little thoughts of flawed creatures, and it is not a pity for them to waste time on these trifles, which they call their lives. Although it must be admitted that construction and technology are developing, this is their habit of scientifically substantiating and proving everything. Like it or not, you have to play hide-and-seek with them, an open battle will be cruel, and there are not enough of us left anyway. There are more and more people. Yes, and why do we need a massacre, and so everything is fine, if there were no clan strife yet. An ambulance siren rose from around the corner, passers-by reacted reluctantly, taking a split second off from their business. Dissatisfied glances towards the noise - at such a late hour, why turn on the siren. Sharply turning around the corner, cutting through the dense fog with the light of headlights and signal lights, an ambulance arrived. The noise of the sirens increased noticeably. A few townspeople watched the already receding car, which slightly disturbed the atmosphere. The fog immediately closed in viscous pieces behind the receding car, only red lights and a sound carried away reminded of the event. The vampire came out of a blissful stupor
- Something I digress, there are still unresolved issues, there is still time before dawn, strength and wisdom are still flowing.
Shoulders slowly and smoothly rose, and behind them the head, legs had already lost their outlines, turning into fog, gradually the whole body, having lost sharpness of contours and saturation of shades, went into a shapeless cloud of thick white fog, burning eyes slowly merged with the total mass, already soaring over houses.
Long hair rustled softly in the darkness of the dark corridor, slightly entangled in a fit of timid movements. A young woman with a haggard face made her way slowly through the semi-darkness of her apartment, straightening the thin silk strap of her bra. She went into the kitchen, half asleep, bumping into the chairs along the way and the corners of the protruding furniture, she wants to drink water.
- Oh, when this insomnia stops, I will nod off at work again. She thought as she went to the window, peering up at the sky, which was full of mist. Involuntarily throwing a glance at the rapidly receding clot of white smoke. Hmm, what an interesting cloud, it looks like a person, rejoicing at her associative fantasy, she thought. Wadded legs filled with fatigue and with every second more and more eager to return to bed, placing a half-empty glass of water on the kitchen table, retired into the darkness of the bedroom.
The booming crunch almost stopped, giving way to continuous champing, Alud finished his feast, complaining a little that the food was not quite healthy and not as tasty as before. Fragments of bones and scraps of clothing, pools of blood around, torn flesh, that's all that remains of a person. The werewolf turned his head, looking for some kind of package. From the shaggy mouth flew blood mixed with saliva, in time with the turns of the head, the shiny coat trembled slightly, sometimes filled with glare from the light.- Here. - The head is frozen, the eyes are fixed on the target - a large black garbage bag is strong enough to haul heavy construction debris.- What you need, and strong and does not shine through, and does not leak, but where were these packages a hundred years ago, at least some benefit from civilization. He muttered softly, pulling the half-empty bag towards him, simultaneously shaking the garbage out of it.- Eat, wash the dishes. Thought Alud, with a slight smirk
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 sharp lunge towards the enemy, the werewolf knocks down his enemy, powerful blows fall in an endless stream. Alud growls, with a flourish he plunges his claws into the sides, shoulders and chest of the enemy lying on the asphalt. There is a slight bewilderment on the face of the defeated hunter, turning into a cheeky grin, one blow to the werewolf's chest, and he flies off a good four meters.Why so much power in this body? The werewolf thought, rubbing his sore chest. The hunter stood up, black wounds from Alud's claws gaped under the torn cloak, greenish, thick smoke came out of them, the wounds healed instantly. Steel flashed again in his hand, an alloy with silver, and Alud smelled something else unfamiliar. It was a small, slightly curved saber, reminiscent of the Egyptian khopesh *The guard was in the form of a thick ring around the handle. The surface was covered with symbols, a vampire, in place of Alud, of course, would have examined them without any problems, but the were
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,
Alud woke up, his eye was covered with blood, his shoulder ached brutally, his back ached, his whole body felt weak and in pain, the werewolf stood up, whining and groaning. The hated piece of steel that had caused him so much suffering lay nearby. The werewolf casually took it with his left hand, after wrapping the handle with a rag lying among the garbage. With a heavy gait, he headed towards his lair.A huge building of the former metallurgical shop, a long-sold machine-tool plant, a loss-making business, a suburban area. It looks like an abandoned gray building with huge workshops and a bunch of rooms, spacious basements, communications are connected and functioning, it would never occur to anyone that there was a werewolf den. Alud, with the last of his strength, reached the territory of the plant, let out a summoning howl and lost consciousness.He woke up already in the lair, on a soft bed, neatly applied clean bandages covered the wounds. In unconsciousness, he took the form o
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
Sszazzul glides like a black shadow across the city, along the walls, on the asphalt, on any surface, at the same speed. Here is an antique shop, the back entrance on the wall is quaint shadows from an old lantern. He approaches one of the shadows, runs his hand over it, the wall begins to deform, twisting into a spiral, a black hole with a diameter of half a meter is formed, Ssazzul, gets lost in this hole, it immediately disappears. A smooth wall covered with small stone, and running shadows from a lantern.A large spacious hall, streamlined, columns pierce the ceiling all around, which in turn are connected to each other on the walls by small growths and black holes, the surface is constantly changing, it changes color, sometimes becoming transparent. The light comes from the spheres, shadows are all around, shadows are scurrying everywhere. Sszazzul passes by a large arch, all entwined with crooked rods, on the sides are shadows, much larger than him, growths on their heads in the
The gaze is concentrated, the pupil narrows, the vampire feels someone else's presence. In the depths of the building, among the concrete columns and unfinished brickwork, a creature moves silently, it thinks that no one is aware of its presence. It does not know, it is itself trapped. Silent movements, a pin of shadows gleaming in his hand, the hand steps back, preparing to launch the creation of shadows at the vampire, shackle him in space and finish him off. The vampire stands silently, apparently thinking about something, an easy prey for the hunter. A powerful throw, the air whistles in the complex facets of the "pin of shadows", it rotates around its axis, accelerating its flight. Satisfaction is read in the hunter's eyes. The mission is practically accomplished. But what is it? The vampire raises his hand in the direction of the flying rod, there is a slight hum, similar to the buzz of a microphone, when you bring it to the speakers, and it starts to glow, the artifact instant