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,
In the middle of the hall, a pin of shadows was planned, behind it the spear of the werewolves fell with a clang to the carved floor. Brook-ta-man lowered his hand, the ring on his finger stopped buzzing. The elders fixed their eyes on the center of the room. The inhuman faces of the elders were distorted by a wave of disgust. "Tears of Eleanor" could not contain the strength of the elders, but pretty much lowered it.- Why did you bring us this disgusting thing, this creation of despicable werewolves? And what is this thing of shadows doing here? asks one of the circle of five.“I will tell you what happened tonight. You , as always , were not mistaken, uninvited guests came to the city. I accidentally managed to find out who it is.- And who is it? The old man asked in a hissing voice.- Dirty mercenary force, white-faced hunters. Surprised murmurs swept through the vaults of the room. Brook-ta-man continued.- I found out that an attack was being prepared on me, so I had to secure