Chapter 1 .Introduction

How cold, the thought woke her up. The girl opened her eyes. The room she was in was dark, with only a streak of light breaking through the thick curtains. "It's already morning. Why is it so cold?" She shrugged her shoulders shiveringly and wrapped herself up, but immediately felt a strong heat. "What's happening?" Throwing back the suddenly uncomfortable blanket, she sat on the bed, lowering her legs to the floor. - Mountain, bring me a drink, please, - she whispered barely audibly, with difficulty moving her tongue, her mouth was dry, like in a desert. But a second later she felt cold again, and the feeling of thirst intensified so much that small cracks appeared on her lips. - George? she called again and looked at the other half of the bed, it was empty. Hands trembling from a strong chill, the girl again reached for the blanket. Wrapping herself up in it, she got up and headed to the kitchen. Her whole body felt so weak that she could hardly move her legs, she had to hold on to the walls so as not to fall. Clutching the edge of the table, with trembling hands she poured water into a glass, splashing slightly, and began to drink greedily in large sips. To her surprise, she did not quench her thirst with water, besides, the feeling of heat returned, and there was also a strange taste in her mouth, reminiscent of the taste of ... blood. "Blood? Did you cut yourself on a glass when you drank? Some kind of nonsense ... Maybe you haven't woken up yet? Maybe it's still a dream?" Leaving the blanket on the floor in the kitchen, simply stepping over it as an extra obstacle, she slowly went to the bathroom along the wall. Turning on the light, the first thing she looked at herself in the mirror and recoiled in horror. The reflected face was pale to blue, the eyes burned as if in a fever, and on the lips, with surprise, she found caked blood. The girl opened her mouth, about to squeal at the horror that gripped her, that is urine, but not a single sound escaped her lips. For some time she stood with her mouth open, like a fish thrown ashore. Trying to recover from the shock, she moved away from the washbasin so as not to see her reflection, bent over the bath, substituting her face under a stream of cold water. An icy shower brought her to her senses and, after a while, she decided to go to the mirror again. What she saw in the reflection was so startling that for the first few seconds she did not dare to move. Then her hand itself reached out to them ... smooth, snow-white fangs, such as are found only in a scary movie with ... a vampire !!! At this thought, the girl shuddered and inadvertently bit her lip. The taste of blood became more palpable, and again there was a dry mouth and an acute desire to drink. For some reason, I remembered films about vampires, their lives and... bloodlust... The image in the mirror began to slowly fade and disappear until it completely disappeared... The silence of the night was broken by a woman's cry, full of horror and despair. Having stopped screaming, after a couple of minutes the girl looked in the mirror again - everything was in order with her reflection, except for the frightening pallor and horror in her eyes. “Yes, you need to drink less,” she said aloud, her voice slightly hoarse from screaming. - Or more - heard a pleasant male voice behind her. She turned around - the man of her dreams was standing in the doorway. A handsome brunette with attractive brown eyes the color of dark chocolate, looking about thirty-five years old, for one look of which many ladies were ready to sell their souls. And also an impeccable body, an athletic figure, only from the contemplation of which one takes one's breath away, and especially sensitive ones are drawn to faint. And this ideal, the embodiment of girlish dreams, was now standing, leaning on the jamb, with a mysterious smile on his lips and examining it with interest. - Hold it, it will help, - with these words he handed her a glass with a reddish liquid. - What is it? - she asked, gradually coming to her senses. - Cocktail... "Bloody Mary", - after these words George smiled charmingly, revealing... huge fangs. The girl shook her head, driving away the terrible vision, and drank the offered drink in one gulp. The feeling of thirst passed, and a pleasant warmth slowly spread throughout the body. With a slightly hazy look, she again looked at the man, he continued to smile just as sweetly, but there were no fangs. "That's it, from this day I'm tying up with booze. It's just like this ... Home, sleep, and then into a new alcohol-free life! Well, or almost alcohol-free." Hastily gathering herself, the girl flew off. A black LAND ROVER drove into the courtyard of a multi-storey office building, from which a man in an expensive black suit slowly got out. Looking around the building with a wistful look, and remembering that the office was in the final preparations for an important presentation for the agency, he decided to drop into a nearby bar before work. Having ordered himself a whiskey, he sat down comfortably at the table and, out of habit, pretended to savor it. - Do you enjoy life, Tumanov? - an angry female voice was heard, after that an elegant handbag flew onto the table, and the owner of all of the above herself sat down on a chair next to it. - Karina... Yes, Karina! And who did you want to see? Miss World with a glass of fresh blood? - Would not refuse! And if Miss, then you can do without a glass! - the man broke into such a dazzling smile that the girl's heart trembled, but only for a second, the next she pulled herself together. - Well, you're a bastard, Tumanov! “Maybe a bastard, but damn charming,” Gore shot with predatory eyes. - I am a great connoisseur of female beauty, an aesthete! I can't help it! Would you like to order something? So to speak, in memory of our pleasant pastime. Today I am generous! - Save the bounty for the new fool! - She smiled evilly and, having found the waiter with her eyes, gave him a sign. Georgy gave the lady an appraising look, relaxed in an armchair, and asked, poorly concealing his irritation: - What do you want from me? - To me? Absolutely nothing from you, - Karina answered, deliberately stretching every word, and picking up a glass brought by the waiter, she added: - I just want to turn your life into hell, as you turned mine. Taking a sip, she looked through the contents of the glass at the light, admiring the beautiful color of the drink, turned it in her hands, raised it to her lips, but did not drink, but only inhaled its aroma, and suddenly with a quick movement, splashed the contents into the man's face. He jumped up, staring furiously at his girlfriend, a burgundy liquid slowly flowed down his face, dripping onto a snow-white shirt. His fists clenched, but he controlled himself. Quite quickly he managed to calm down, remembering that he always had a spare set of clothes in the car. - Are you sick? - Tumanov was only indignant at such a trick. He sat down, as if nothing had happened, and leaned back in his chair again, showing composure with all his appearance. - Aren't you tired? Definitely not normal... - Abnormal? - the girl suddenly exploded. - And you tell me this? And what's that? She showed beautiful white fangs. Consider this my present to you. So you're even sexier - smirked Mountain. - Just an erotic fantasy ... a dentist! But I do not advise you to demonstrate it in public places!