– 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.

In the light of automobile headlights Leonid’s silhouette is clearly visible. Having held up a hand to a forehead, he covered eyes with hands. Just a moment light went out, and I left the car.

– Hi, – Leonid exclaimed, carefully wiping hands with a dirty towel, wiping traces of lubricating oil.

– Hi, – I responded.

Very long ago I didn’t see the old friend.

– You work day and night?!

– Tightens.

– I understand, I was once picked four wheels myself.

– Yes I remember, – Leonid easily smiled, over a corner of his mouth folds gathered. Right there I remembered how he was earlier, at first the little, then young man. And now he is twenty nine years old. Only. Lenka practically suits me for sons, but I consider him as for the younger brother which striving to correct everywhere me and to teach something.

I worked once in a workshop, forty five years ago. I stayed in this field of activity not long, in difference from Leonid, only five years. I liked to repair the old, worn-out cars, to adjust and replace faulty details under a cowl. I worked together with Artur while his son, the little, five-year-old boy Lenya, got under feet. When he grew up till fourteen years, received the status of the full assistant Artur. At that time I didn’t work in a workshop any more, but from time to time came as the guest there to visit the kind friend Artur, and his son Lenka. The boy grew up on my eyes. The Leonid’s father, Artur, died from cancer. He foreknew about his illness, but kept adequately till the end, laughed, joked, behaved as usual, vigorously. Artur in general was strong. Leonid something is similar to him, and externally and on character. I suggested Artur to turn him into the vampire, but he refused. Let, the vampire was his friend (that was me), let, he could survive, but more he wanted to remain a human, first of all for the son, and he told about it to me.

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