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My car rushes on the long route. In all parties is wide forest. High shadows of trees cast black shadows on without that the dark, impenetrable road. Lamps aren’t present.

I curtailed on a roadside and howled down the engine. I remained squeezed in a palm the old tram ticket, with the couple of words scratched on it. I forgot to put it in a glove compartment. Words which the normal person wouldn’t understand rather are scribbled on a small slice of the paper which turned yellow from time. I twisted the handle on a door, and window slowly slipped down. In salon the cool breeze blew. Imperceptibly, it snatched out a note from my hand and carried away somewhere afar. I didn’t accept this nonsense in seriousness, besides, the address well remembered, and to forget it to me not really, at least, in the next some hours. One more quite good quality of the vampire – unconditional memory.

Where to look for this place, this house, this street? I don’t know. In total, because of that loser who didn’t find more adequate place to pee than my car. I didn’t manage to specify concrete coordinates of a place necessary to me from Valentin Mikhaylovich, and somehow from the head it took off. And to all fault this crude Zhora, God damn it.

Having thought a little, with the head which fell to a wheel, I turned the car, and returned back to bar.

Gloomy light, ominous buildings, the lane where the bar is located – a place reminds a crypt with one small window. The neon sign went out, and lifelessly dominates over doors.

I left the car round the corner. This time no one from those Neanderthal men wasn’t visible, as on the waste ground. From bar doors, there was a familiar young man, the bartender Vasya.

– You are late, – having seen me the guy sadly uttered, locking doors, turning a key in a padlock.

– You remember type to which I talked in the bar, quite recently?

– Which?

– He sat at a table at a window, such in a hat with a long, gray-haired beard.

– I remembered, he just left bar after you left, even beer didn’t drink up, strange some, – the young man hemmed, having delayed one corner of a mouth.

– Where he went you don’t know, am I right? – I uttered hopelessly, and rested a back about a wall.

– You are right, – the guy answered.

Vasily faces me, with the hands ground in pockets blue джинс. From above on it an old-fashioned beige windbreaker, and standing shabby black moccasins. On his one shoulder the black bag on a long thong of the same color which is carried usually by workers of the railroads hangs. He resembles the poor student.

– Are you a student?

– Yes, – Vasya stretched.

– You earn additionally?

– Well, I have to, – he exhaled.

Having told anything, I looked away from the interlocutor on an opposite wall.

– And., you are student too? – uncertainly the young man after several seconds of silence took an interest.

– No.

– Right, – uncertainty of the guy grew; he started picking a sock of the footwear naked asphalt.

– You aren’t afraid to work in such place?

– There is no choice even if I am afraid. Much more don’t take, and to Lev Borisovich all the same who will spill beer in his institution.

– Lev Borisovich is an owner?!

– Yes. He pays little, but for food is enough.

But not for clothes. This thought slipped in a brain. It is cruel and ugly to think so. It is good that before to state something, we can consider and filter the speech text.

– What about parents?

Vasya hung the head, and became a little sad.

– I don’t have them, – he told, having added, – never was. The guy looked at the sky, having thrown back slightly the head.

– I’m sorry; I lost parents too, long ago. Except the sister remained nobody. If something happens to her, I don’t know how I will live.

– To have a sister is probably cool.

– You won’t believe as much as, – I uttered ironically.

Unexpectedly the small stone arrived to my part.

– What is it? – Vasily cried out.

One more stone, one more, and one more. And so some pieces.

– I probably should go, – words of the bartender were heard.

– Wait, – I told.

– You scoff?!

– Good evening, – was heard nearby. It was the maiden voice, a voice which seemed to me vaguely familiar.

From the round of the the building’s corner standing opposite bar there was a young girl, years of seventeen. Her pale face, her black eyes, her blonde hair topped in a tail on a nape and the bang waving from a wind… it seemed that I already somewhere saw all this. I don’t feel that she is live. From the girl blows as cold, a cemeterial cool which proceeds from me. It means, that she is a vampire. No way.

– You don’t remember me? – with the look full of sincere hope she asked. This question is addressed to me.

– No.

– Who is it? – Vasily’s remark sounded.

The girl approached me, and having nearly nestled all over, in a whisper told:

– Here I found you, darling.

She touched the her slender fingers my cheek. I was discharged. The girl looked at me with the children’s look full of offense and disappointment.

– Who are you? – I didn’t manage to remember it.

– I am Dasha, but to you my name will tell nothing. You made with me something like that, I can’t still understand what.

– What did you make to her? – Vasily butted in.

– It is better for you not to know, – I waved away.

– I understand nothing, – the guy to himself under a nose spoke.

– What a pretty, – Darya transferred a look to Vasily, having told this ambiguous phrase.

– Leave him alone, – I said monotonously.

– What in general here occurs? – Vasya asked a question.

– Leave, – I threw to him.

– You have a date?

– Get out, – I shouted more roughly.

– All right, all right.

The guy corrected a bag on a shoulder and went towards the road.

– I thought, I met the normal dude., – he muttered to himself under a nose.

I looked to Vasily following and waited until he is gone from a look. Just he could become the witness of what he doesn’t need to know, otherwise, as usual speak “to clean witnesses”.

– From where you undertook? – I threw to the girl.

– I looked for you, looked for long, and at last, I met you.

– I don’t know you.

– You saved my life.

– Ihear it for the first time.

– But as so, – Dasha clasped the hands my wrist.

I squeezed my hand to a fist, and she at once released it. I looked to the girl’s eyes – in them flicker gloss of two mixed emotions again – pleasures and grieves. It seems I remembered something. I saw this girl earlier. I touched her skin… I sucked the blood which was cooling down from death. And now, when she touched my hand, I felt close heat.

– Why you looked for me?

– Unless you don’t know that I love you.

The heard thing was given in ears by a ringing echo. I didn’t expect it. There are no words, really, dating.

– What do you want to achieve? – I cried out.

– Don’t shout at me, – Darya guilty hung the head.

– Forgive, I didn’t want, – I started justifying.

The girl departed back on two short steps, looking at me with sad eyes.

– I thought, you are kind, because rescued me, – she spoke. I won’t dare to call Dasha’s voice squeaky, it simply sounds is so thin, melodious, as a guitar string.

Sorry. – I approached her slowly and embraced, having hugged to myself. I made it with feelings, not differently, as regret and fatherly sympathy. I felt sorry for the silly child. She is a vampire now; let it be so, the main thing that she is alive. But there is a mistake, rough and inaccurate, it arose without any my desire and Dasha. And this second I felt sorry for the girl. Of course I could allow her to die that fatal night, but that doesn’t matter. I could call simply an ambulance, eventually avoid a poor girl, pretend that didn’t notice. And now, I am afraid, Darya should die, and it is possible, from my hand.

– I love you very, very much, – the girl whispered, having strong clasped my hands.

– We can’t stand here eternally, – I spoke quietly, being exempted from embraces.

– Take me with you, – Dasha as a kitten plaintively begged looking into my eyes.

– Do you have the house?

– No.

– And parents?

– I don’t have them anymore, mother and the father are dead, – drawling on syllables each word, Dasha answered.

What could I think what conclusions to draw after that that this girl told? I incline to brutal option that she killed parents. And I can imagine this. That I can make in a second of recognition, so it sympathize. Nothing more than that. Dasha is the young vampire. I turned her half a year ago. The girl is full of strange to her emotions ever, and I am familiar with them not by hearsay. Her body is cold as ice, heart fights less often and absorbs in itself without the rest all blood used by a young blood-sucker. And let, her soul was updated, as well as the body, Dasha is stronger only for five percent. In two years the young lady will get used in herself new, will get used to that won’t be able to be heated in beams of the sun any more, to sunbathe on a beach, is the food which is considered earlier as the most refined delicacy and to replace which already came sweet, incomparable with anything blood. Having reconciled to absence of some human pleasures, Dasha will become stronger, more conscious and a little more skilled.

– I want to be with you, – Darya sang with a tender thin voice.

– It is impossible for you to be with me so far, – I tore off the girl from dreams.

– I love you.

– You can live at my friend’s.

– Wh…

Dasha didn’t manage to say the word” why?”, I interrupted her with gesture of a hand. She noticed my speaking glance and changed a remark:

– As you will tell.

– I will bring you to him.

Having put a hand to the girl on a shoulder, having as if covered Dasha the wing, I led her to the car.

I can’t today, and even tomorrow bring Dasha to my home. It didn’t include in my plans; my plans didn’t include a meeting with her at all. You won’t delete the events, you won’t rewind as cinema back, but it is possible to bend under it, a little.

As the gentleman, I opened a car door before Dasha. Before plunging into salon, she stopped before me and some seconds looked to me in eyes. But I looked through her, waiting, when it will disappear. When it occurred, I slammed a door.