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, he stands at the entrance to the basement. Unremarkable, dirty and shabby. An old, sucked wooden door with peeling paint, Brook-ta-man descends the stairs, opens the door, finds himself in a small absolutely dark corridor, seven meters long. Stucco, falling from the walls, crunches underfoot . Dark. A vampire sees even in absolute darkness, this is not a problem for him, almost all dark ones, one way or another, see in the dark. At the end of the corridor stands a massive steel door, all covered with brown embossed patterns. In the upper right corner there is a surveillance camera on the sides with small bars, with some kind of mechanisms. Brook-ta-man goes to the door, presses the button on the intercom on the wall next to the door.
- Anul-shatar. Tori obez cool.He pronounces with accents like a foreigner. The camera turned towards him. A telepathic signal entered Brook-ta-man's mind, and he answered it by saying his name. Checking at the highest level, the uninitiated could not get here. A bolt clicked on the door, then two more times, the door silently opened. The vampire entered the room. The door closed instantly behind him. Inside there was a small room richly decorated, it did not fit into the interior of the basement at all. Everywhere there was a powerful reinforcement of the walls with metal. There were seven doors in the walls of the room. Each door looked as massive as the front door, with multi-layered protection striking. On a soft sofa lay a man in a relaxed pose, next to him, wrapping their arms around him, sat two half-naked girls with excellent figures and pretty faces. Seeing the person who entered the man immediately stood up abruptly, brushing himself off the women. He approached the guest and bowed low to him.
“Oh, what an honor, Valnomak's blood in a modest vault. Glad to welcome you. I am Goodyear. My family has established itself as one of the best keepers. Pale skin and an unusual look betrayed a vampire.
- Goodyear? I knew your creator, indeed there is no boasting in your words, your family faithfully serves the clans, even in times of trouble you behaved with dignity. It's nice that the necessary vampires are on the ground, and not slave plebeians. Brook-ta-man. He threw from his pocket, the things of the murdered man, onto a table decorated with a rich bas-relief. The watch, the chain, the wallet, all flowed smoothly into the center of the table.
- Good for people. The vampire said, narrowing his eyes slightly. Gudeaure bowed his head meekly.
“Would you like a young lady, I personally choose them. The keeper said with pleasure.
- No thanks, I had dinner. I came to get some things, I might need them tonight. The guardian's face instantly changed, becoming focused and serious.
- Yes, my lord, certainly, I hope nothing serious? The eyes looked at the visitor inquisitively. - Time will show. Brook-ta-man mentally conveyed what he needed. Gudeauire nodded, they went together to one of the doors, the keeper dialed the code, spoke a bunch of words and turned the key stored on his belt. The door was as silent as the front door opened. There was a faint pop of stale air. They went inside, the door slammed shut. Before them stretched out a vast hall dotted with columns. A lot of lanterns in the ceiling illuminated the pedestals, on which lay bizarre objects, artifacts collected and created over many centuries. Any self-respecting dark clan had a similar treasury. Brook-ta-man remained a little further from the entrance. The guardian retired deeper, some time later he returned, carrying in his hands what Brook-ta-man asked.
“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction.
- Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusually thin, but despite this, they could withstand incredible loads. For many hundreds of years, they had only a few dents and scratches. The old vampire Vuolas, fearing for his life, created them to protect his heart from damage. These armor were a kind of triangular chest plate, which was attached to the pauldrons passing into the dorsal armor with a scaly connection. The ribs were also protected. The armor was covered with fine painting with hieroglyphs of a forgotten language. Vuolas put a part of his immortal essence into this armor, which gave it extraordinary properties. After the tragic death of Vuolas, the armor was kept in various places and by different owners until they were stolen by vampires, thereby returning them to their rightful owners. The ring of attraction was made by an unknown alchemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. The ring of attraction was made by an unknown alchemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. The ring of attraction was made by an unknown alchemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killing henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killing henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. surpassing even the abilities of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. surpassing even the abilities of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation.
Brook-ta-man dressed in artifacts of antiquity, covering from above with clothes, now the mighty protection was not visible.
- Excellent, my friend, I feel the memory of things, it gives me strength. And some of the new technical stuff. The vampire smiled. Vuolas flashed his eyes and waved his hand in the direction of the exit.
“Next door, my lord.
“Give me something small, destructive, and perhaps silent. I think the pistol will do.
- Well, I'll pick up something excellent for you, you definitely won't find something like this among people, a symbiosis of technology and fine materials, I'll go to the warehouse. - Gudeauard returns with a shiny pistol in his hands and a few extra clips. The novelty is almost silent, while it releases explosive charges with a special filling, tears the body and seriously slows down the healing of the wound. - with a gleam in his eyes, the keeper holds out the weapon to the vampire. Brook-ta-man looks at the trunk with interest.
- Added Baltic Ghoul saliva to suppress regeneration? the vampire asks , Gudeauard nods positively.
“ My lord is well versed in the components, quite impressive. says the artifact keeper, pleasantly surprised by the vampire's knowledge. Brook - ta-man making a farewell gesture immediately leaves the vault. Gudeauire watches as the massive door closes behind him, waiting for the right moment, the girls immediately wrap their arms around the keeper, caressing him. He returns to pleasure again.
Brook-ta-man comes out of the basement, he is full of energy, he is full, he is armed, he is ready. Thoughts beat on the temples with a pleasant clean pulsation.
Let's find a place and wait.
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
Yulia was rummaging through a mountain of dusty books. Flipping through the pages quickly, she looked for even the slightest clues leading to the blade. A large room filled with shelving full of books. Werewolves ran through the book labyrinths, looking for the information they needed. She carefully scanned page after page, glancing occasionally at the blade on the table. She was in the form of a human, but she still had a slight smell of silver that irritated her. She was approached by a man who looked to be in his sixties, wearing round glasses and stooping slightly. His hair, sloppily folded into a bun, was fastened at the back with a small black ribbon, with a red ornament. Gray hair, thickly covered, changing its color from dark gray to whitish. Here and there strands of dark brown hair showed through. The whole face was covered with wrinkles. At the corners of the eyes, the folds stood out brightly, on the general background of the skin of the face. Through the round glasses, t
- I'll be training new recruits in the basements. - said Baruz, leaving the archive. The door slammed shut. The librarian, after standing for a while, took an armful of books and sat down at the computer. Without looking at the monitor, he quickly tapped on the keys. The noise of the cooler, the flickering of the monitor, such simple things, so quickly fit into the usual life. Modern technology, surrounded by old books. The present interacts with the past, seeking to avoid mistakes.“I’ll run into the Central Library to see people today, I need to find out something. The librarian thought, not looking up from the monitor.Julia looked at the sleeping Alud. She sat timidly on the edge of the bed, afraid to disturb the wounded man. Her light beige dress pressed into the soft bed, creating clear folds at the hips, smoothly turning into a thin waist. Her crossed legs in black shoes were hidden under the fabric of the dress, just above the knees. Dark, shiny hair, like a monk's hood, fell
Rapid breathing, sweat on forehead, clenched teeth, blood streaming from the bloody stump once called the wrist joint. For the first time he sees blood, his own blood, there is no habitual greenish smoke that instantly heals the flesh, there is only a new feeling, previously unknown. Pain is a new feeling coming through the nerve connections to the brain, the brain generates a feeling of pain. New and new tides of nerve cells obediently transmit, determining the location of pain.“You will tell me everything. The predatory smile never left Brook-ta-man's face.- I know how to hurt, I'll tell you a secret, you can cut off your hand, and it will hurt you, really hurt. But, unfortunately, the cells of your hand, all these muscle connections, all the nerves, all the sensitivity will be lost. I prefer to savor the moment. The hunter resisted furiously, horror flickering in his eyes. He had seen such horror many times, but in the eyes of his victims.- Do not twitch, the vampire's knee pres
7:30 am the familiar sound of a beeping alarm clock. This irritating factor that awakens the brain, forcing you to get up, wash your face half asleep, brush your teeth, put on a fresh shirt. Everything is automatic, everything is done unconsciously, it is a habit. Only twenty minutes later, when the brain finally works, driven by caffeine, it will begin to think.- Oh, well, how can you get enough sleep, again these dreams, again I write until five in the morning. It's good that tomorrow is a day off. I will add a couple of pages, correct it and I will already launch it in circulation, finally all these sleepless nights will benefit. He was sitting at the kitchen table in his three-room apartment on the top floor of a twenty-story apartment building. An ironed white shirt, the top button unbuttoned, a black blue-striped tie hanging loosely around his neck. Black pants blend in with black socks. A middle-aged man, no longer young, but far from old age. Her dark hair is neatly coiffed,