The car drove off onto a dirt run-in road, bringing the girl closer to a huge house, standing alone to the side.Lily pressed her forehead against the glass and widened her eyes. She giggled as she surveyed the area. As far as the eye could see, the mansion was hidden by a high fence.After paying the taxi driver, she lifted her head, not imagining what people could hide behind five-meter walls.The wrought-iron gate was ajar, as if inviting them to come inside. Somewhere in the distance, girlish squeals, laughter and music were heard.Lily took a hesitant step into the territory.- Wow! she breathed.People's rumor did not lie: the Rokotovs were unacceptably rich.The mansion struck with its size no worse than the territory of the site. Several cars are parked at the entrance, obviously the owner's ones: the students could not afford such cars.To the right is a garage and playground. On the left, practically on the territory of a coniferous forest - it's hard to call it a park - the
Pushing off from the sandy bottom, Lily emerged from the enveloping coolness and turned her face to the light breeze.The sundress did not fetter the girl. With lazy movements, she kept herself afloat.To the shouts of approval, Trubnikov hurried along the path. He raised the bottles over his head, showing off his booty. They flashed, reflecting the light of the lanterns, and joyful cries filled the night.“I hope he doesn’t start talking now about what he saw,” the girl jumped out of the lake at this thought. A wet cloth covered her body. A sharp gust of wind, and the skin is covered with goosebumps.Lily dived into the tent, changed her wet clothes for thin summer jeans and a top, hurrying to close her mouth to her overly talkative classmate. She knew Trubnikov very well: he told what he saw in a matter of minutes, and also embellished with his perverted inventions.The guy was pouring alcohol into plastic cups.“Hold it, Lilka, I added lemonade,” the cocktail handed out.“And that’
- Well, how is the phone alive? Eli asked as she walked down the stairs.Lily quickened her pace as she walked down the hallway on the first floor. The feelings of yesterday evening haunted her even now, in the midst of a sunny day, and she could no longer attribute them to the mysticism of the night, when simple things acquire mystery, supernaturalness and mystery.Contradictory feelings for a man with whom she could have nothing in common knocked the ground out from under her feet, confused, bringing discord and confusion.No, it didn't turn on. I hope the idiots,” Lilya hinted at Trubnikov and Kotofeev, “have not drunk all the money.As expected, the guys feigned remorse, swore they promised to give the money back, but not now, a little later. Surrendering the session left the guys with empty pockets.“Don’t be upset,” Elya reassured her friend, “they will give the money back. Or I will ask Mitka, he will influence them. Believe me, he can.Lily smiled wryly in response.- I have n
Groaning in pain, Lily opened her eyes. Bright light shone through the open curtains.“God, how bad,” she whispered, and grimaced at the even greater pain that hit her temples and the back of her head. I tried to sit up, but every movement made me feel sick. “Mom,” she called softly, “mom.”I remembered that in the evening I closed the door to the castle, the girl got up in search of the phone. I dialed my mother's number and, hearing a voice, whispered:Mom, I can't get up. My head is splitting, and the door is closed ... - With the last words, she fell on the pillow, trying to calm the nausea that had come on.After a couple of seconds, Lily heard hurried steps and excited voices.“Lena, move away, I found something to open it,” the man asked.A woman ran into the room first, holding a glass of water and several packs of pills.“Seryozha, bring a blood pressure monitor,” she asked. Having measured the pressure, she squeezed out two pinkish tablets from the blister and handed it to h
Ar looked at Lily in dismay. He was not inclined to sentimentality or pangs of conscience, but after the night spent with the girl, the man hated himself vehemently. He hated him for his weakness: he broke like a snotty puppy when he saw, albeit virtual, but a competitor. Hated for the memories of the fragile girl's body in his hands, the moans torn from her lips. Hated because he cowardly ran away, getting what he wanted.How is he different from the freaks from whom he saved?— This cannot be! Arnar said in shock.These words infuriated Lily, acting no worse than a red rag for a bull at a bullfight. The girl's fear and excitement disappeared, the feeling of awkwardness disappeared, there was only one determination. Desire to understand what's going on!Not feeling her legs, she walked up to the man and turned him around. He did not resist and stood obediently, waiting for light touches of cool fingers, watching sideways, turning his head.Her head throbbed as she saw the scars from
The awakening was sudden. Lily sat up abruptly and unnaturally straightened her back, as if she emerged from under the water column. She took a deep breath of air and looked around. "Where I am?"Familiar bedroom, she definitely spent the night here. An empty chair next to the bed and complete silence.From the memory of what she saw yesterday, she jumped to her feet.“Damn, damn, damn… this is all a dream. Uh-huh, - she grunted skeptically, - a dream. Everything is a dream…”Lily did not have time to take a step towards the toilet, as the door opened, letting in a man.The girl backed away under the attentive gaze, trying to remember where she had seen him.- Good morning, Lily. He went into the room, put a small suitcase on the chest of drawers by the door. My name is Konstantin. I am a doctor. You were sick yesterday, and I was invited to help. - With smooth, viscous movements, he moved closer to the bed and turned the chair around, inviting him to sit down. "Will you let me see yo
“Doctor,” Konstantin answered calmly and returned to his original place. - Wide profile. He turned his head, showing a large nose that did not spoil the man in any way.- But seriously?After a little hesitation, deciding whether to tell the truth or not, he whispered conspiratorially:- A vampire.It must have been nervous, but the girl laughed out loud. The spoken words did not fit in so well with the actions and behavior.- Do not trust?“I believe,” Lily agreed quickly, not wanting to see the evidence.- So what? Ready for an inspection? To be honest, I'm in a terrible hurry. I have an appointment in thirty minutes. He took the surprised silence for agreement. “Look here,” he extended his finger, “watch. Ugh, well done. How long ago was sexual contact? Okay, you don’t have to answer, and I know that, ”he chatted incessantly. - Extend your arms, sit down.Lilya stared with all her eyes, getting up and straightening her legs, not understanding what kind of inspection she was so stra
“Flower, they sent me for you. Dinner is ready there. - Mitya found Lily in the bedroom of the guest house. The girl, drawing water into a deep bowl and taking a handkerchief, wiped dust from indoor plants. I put the flowers and trees in order in the large room, emboldened, looked into the bedroom and could not resist. The monotonous monotonous work soothed and gave a sense of routine: as if it was not her life that had changed dramatically in a couple of days.The stomach made a plaintive sound, but Lily refused dinner. There was no desire to sit at the same table with people who so easily decide someone's fate, shamelessly breaking it.“Well, Flower, I'll be skinned if you don't come. And it's not figurative. Lily looked at the boy in disbelief. - God, I was joking! But they definitely won't pat on the head. Let's make a deal, if you have dinner, I'll let you cuddle my wolf. Just don't faint anymore. And then the skin will definitely be lowered.- Aren't you in pain?- What, turn ar
The inhabitants of Purgatory fed on the emotions of people who got here - sinners. They drove them like cattle, forcing them to atone for earthly sins, reveled in human pain, fear and despair.The unceasing rustle of wings was heard behind him, Andras confidently crossed the rocky terrain, driven by the thought of speedy revenge. “ No, I will feed on the witch first. - From this thought, he lost his stride and smiled predatoryly, imagining how Mila would ask for forgiveness. Definitely on my knees. Only on your knees! “And then I’ll close my fingers around her thin neck and…” He shuddered with excitement and anger.Andras lazily threw over his back:- Abomination, how long have I been with you? - and added a step, not waiting for an answer.— How should I know? the freak snorted. - It's neither day nor night. Only people. Only food.Squishing sounds and a heart-rending scream forced the demon to turn around, grimacing. Swollen to the size of a cow, the Abomination dug its thin, curved
Andras loudly announced his return, slamming the door.Mar ran out of the living room and shook his finger:“Hush, hush, lady is working!” - he whispered, and holding an edifying thumbs up.“Before, I was not met like that,” said the owner of the dwelling.— Bes! he snapped indignantly. - You didn't mix anything up? I'm still the boss here!— Yes, lord. The shorty backed off. “But the lady is not in the mood. She strictly forbade her to be disturbed.“Now I’ll cheer her up,” the demon whispered menacingly and stepped onto the first step.Until recently, only he dared to be out of sorts in his own house. What now? And now suspicions began to creep in that the servants were less afraid of him, and more lazy.— Mistress! Shorty overtook the marquis, ran up the steps first, and in such a hurry that at the very top he stumbled and fell to his knees. Fussily he got up and flew up to the office, knocking three times, whispered:“The master has returned, mistress.“Hmm,” the demon drawled dis
- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:
- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:
- Lord. - The demon appeared right in front of Andras' feet, threw up his head and spoke: - The lady has been found! The lesser demon's throat gurgled with delight.- Great day. The Marquis broke into an anticipatory smile. “And it will be magnificent when my fingers close around her wrist.” Who found?“Furfur,” the demon gurgled.“What irony,” the demon chuckled.Tired of futile searches, the Grand Marquis went for a trick: he had to reveal to his brothers the news of finding a mate and wait for others to do all the work for him, Andras will only have to appear at the right time in the right place and pick up the ever-elusive soothsayer.Only in the face of a common danger, the demons unite, and the rest of the time their relationship can hardly be called friendly. Centuries-old lawsuits, mutual insults, conspiracies, encroachments, attempts - this is what any self-respecting demon must do throughout his life.Tired or do not want to participate in the eternal squabbles - you will be
“This is not how I envisioned my first coven. Melissa looked at herself in front of the bathroom mirror. The reflection smiled wryly and reached out with trembling hands to the neck of the bloody shirt.The witch left the holiday as soon as she received the permission of the Supreme, but before that she had heard enough of the mockery of other witches and enjoyed the incessant chatter of the demon in her head. But Andras was tired of harassing her with stupid questions, or he was simply busy with something else, more useful, and now there was a pleasant silence in his head.“And I didn't imagine it that way. - The raven turned to the wall and answered absently, examining the ornament on the tile."Don't we know how perversely dreams come true," Melissa laughed.Her fingers nervously touched the marks left by the nails of the Supreme: on the forearms, collarbones, thighs and shins ... Dirty-burgundy streams of water descended over the stomach, legs and disappeared into the dark drain h
- Get undressed! commanded Ingelda the Soulless, only after listening to her granddaughter's vague story.- Granny!"Quick, I said!" — Demanding firm tone did not fit in with the appearance of the witch. Young, graceful, with flax-colored hair and young green eyes framed by dark, fluffy eyelashes. “Well, why are you snapping your beak, Pascal, undress her quickly!”- No, I'm on my own. I just don't understand why.Ingelda grabbed the zipper of her dress and pulled it down.“If he put his seal on you, and the Grand Marquis did, I’m sure…”How's the print? Melissa felt like slapping her forehead.Deftly slipping her dress from her shoulders, she dropped the rag at her feet.“And what did I teach you two?!” Ingelda walked in circles around her granddaughter, looking at every inch of her skin.“I warned her that her idea would end badly,” Pascal taunted.“You should not have warned, not allowed!” exclaimed the old witch.“Just say the word across to you,” the familiar mumbled.— What are
Andras was sincerely surprised that he fell into such an elementary trap. “ How could you not notice the witch circle?! - scolded himself. - As if for the first time a trap was set not on the floor, but on the ceiling! lamented the Grand Marquis. - No wonder women are called "witches" even those who do not have a witchcraft gift. They will confuse their heads without sending visions. All these tricks, seductive outfits, languid looks, smooth movements and sharp phrases that remain in memory for a long time . Namely, in this witch, who stood opposite, everything that Andras was thinking about was combined. He could have sworn he had never met a dozen of such women in his life. Witch. Goldilocks. Intoxicating with her mere presence. The embodiment of a cocktail of femininity and pride.Forgetting himself, the Grand Marquis leaned forward and was able to take a step. Without thinking about how he escaped from the witching circle, succumbed to the impulse and dug into the plump lips of th
“The hostess is suspiciously cheerful,” grandfather Yosha thought. He dangled his furry legs over the edge of the cupboard, polishing the crystal goblets to a shine.Pascal, for the hundredth time, studied the Book of Knowledge in search of the demon he needed. He thought: a yellowed page, covered with angular handwriting, hung in the air:I don't want to agree, but you're right.- Why are you leafing through it all, leafing through it? Do nothing? grumbled the brownie, taking up the decanter. - If there is nothing, then help. The hostess does not drink twice from the same glass.- Who drinks? croaked the raven, rustling the pages.- Everybody! Really what will happen if you taste currant liqueur several times from the same vessel?“I tell you, village,” the raven complained, croaking.- And I'm telling you: I've been serving in the city for four hundred years! Yosha began to frequent, waving a checkered towel. - As the owners set off from their homes, so I followed them. And our vill