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of fear flowing from the girl.
“I said I wasn’t afraid of humans,” the girl quickly corrected her. “But that over there is not a human, is it?”
…yet it will be. Before long.
“Forget about it. There’s no one there anymore,” Dalana comforted the girl.
“You are cunning,” said Vasilisa.
And you aren’t? Women are generally cunning creatures.
The girl moved closer to Dalana.
I’ll say. So, will you show me your fangs?
And again a strange, unaccountable feeling of anxiety intruded into Dalana’s consciousness. It was similar to the feeling she’d had today when the plane landed. At that time the foreboding had proven to be accurate. Unfortunately. And what about now? Was she being followed again?
Behind a false bar, obviously built only for appearance’s sake, a pair of male transmogs were trying to predict the outcome of today’s soccer match. In one part of the club, a group was discussing some new film about vampires with the asinine title Dark Debauch . The opinion was unanimous: the film was the bottom of the barrel. In another room an orgy was taking place. No one was talking on the dance floor – instead they swayed and hopped to the beat of the music. On the second floor they were talking about stock market quotes, oil rigs and some other nonsense. She did notice that the “Stockholm Street Style” was the fashion choice of the patrons—wonderfully weird hats, shorts, workboots and acid-washed jeans seemed to be the uniform of the day. Not her cup of tea, really, but interesting nonetheless.
She came to the conclusion that no one was tracking her. But the anxious feeling did not lessen; it only strengthened with each passing second.
“Let’s get out of here,” said Dalana.
“What? Already? But we haven’t even danced yet.” Vasilisa was upset.
Something was happening outside. What exactly that was, Dalana could not yet determine.
“I see, you think this is all very boring,” said Vasilisa, pouting.
“That’s not it.” Dalana winced, then immediately thought: Although it is true.
But Vasilisa would not relent.
“Can I introduce you to my friends? They’re right over there, see?”
She pointed at the covey of transmogs discussing mounting a collaborative cultural campaign in modern cinema.
“I tell you, we have to leave,” answered Dalana severely.
Oh really, how dare you tell me to do anything?
The girl responded to Dalana with a whirlwind of boiling emotions that began with being peeved that she had not managed to boast of her new acquaintance in front of her friends and ended with a balky desire to remain at the club.
But from outside someone suddenly felt pain, severe pain – the abrupt wave of pain burst into the club and nearly swept Dalana from her feet. Someone was dying or, rather, being killed. The dogs , guessed Dalana.
… came to our home, accepted the best we have to offer , Vasilisa continued to rage. You are simply an ungrateful wretch!
Dalana realized that the girl was about to burst into tears, but she didn’t care. At that second the agony of the dying animals was replaced by a wave of human aggression.
They had to leave quickly.
What feeble security these assholes have.
It’s doubtful they’ll have time to regret it.
Flee , flashed through Dalana’s head. Someone is attacking the villa .
“Run, it’s a raid!” Dalana yelled.
Then, without regard for tact or subtlety, she scooped Vasilisa up into her arms and they soared together towards the ceiling. Dalana had designated a window on the second floor as her goal. Vasilisa, not understanding what was happening, instinctively clutched Dalana around the neck.
One of the dancing transmogs noticed them and stared in amazement, but at that very moment the entrance door flew from its hinges with a crash, bursting into pieces.
“Everyone on the floor, you fucking ghouls!” roared the man in army camouflage who had burst through the doorway. “The house is surrounded!”
Which
“I said I wasn’t afraid of humans,” the girl quickly corrected her. “But that over there is not a human, is it?”
…yet it will be. Before long.
“Forget about it. There’s no one there anymore,” Dalana comforted the girl.
“You are cunning,” said Vasilisa.
And you aren’t? Women are generally cunning creatures.
The girl moved closer to Dalana.
I’ll say. So, will you show me your fangs?
And again a strange, unaccountable feeling of anxiety intruded into Dalana’s consciousness. It was similar to the feeling she’d had today when the plane landed. At that time the foreboding had proven to be accurate. Unfortunately. And what about now? Was she being followed again?
Behind a false bar, obviously built only for appearance’s sake, a pair of male transmogs were trying to predict the outcome of today’s soccer match. In one part of the club, a group was discussing some new film about vampires with the asinine title Dark Debauch . The opinion was unanimous: the film was the bottom of the barrel. In another room an orgy was taking place. No one was talking on the dance floor – instead they swayed and hopped to the beat of the music. On the second floor they were talking about stock market quotes, oil rigs and some other nonsense. She did notice that the “Stockholm Street Style” was the fashion choice of the patrons—wonderfully weird hats, shorts, workboots and acid-washed jeans seemed to be the uniform of the day. Not her cup of tea, really, but interesting nonetheless.
She came to the conclusion that no one was tracking her. But the anxious feeling did not lessen; it only strengthened with each passing second.
“Let’s get out of here,” said Dalana.
“What? Already? But we haven’t even danced yet.” Vasilisa was upset.
Something was happening outside. What exactly that was, Dalana could not yet determine.
“I see, you think this is all very boring,” said Vasilisa, pouting.
“That’s not it.” Dalana winced, then immediately thought: Although it is true.
But Vasilisa would not relent.
“Can I introduce you to my friends? They’re right over there, see?”
She pointed at the covey of transmogs discussing mounting a collaborative cultural campaign in modern cinema.
“I tell you, we have to leave,” answered Dalana severely.
Oh really, how dare you tell me to do anything?
The girl responded to Dalana with a whirlwind of boiling emotions that began with being peeved that she had not managed to boast of her new acquaintance in front of her friends and ended with a balky desire to remain at the club.
But from outside someone suddenly felt pain, severe pain – the abrupt wave of pain burst into the club and nearly swept Dalana from her feet. Someone was dying or, rather, being killed. The dogs , guessed Dalana.
… came to our home, accepted the best we have to offer , Vasilisa continued to rage. You are simply an ungrateful wretch!
Dalana realized that the girl was about to burst into tears, but she didn’t care. At that second the agony of the dying animals was replaced by a wave of human aggression.
They had to leave quickly.
What feeble security these assholes have.
It’s doubtful they’ll have time to regret it.
Flee , flashed through Dalana’s head. Someone is attacking the villa .
“Run, it’s a raid!” Dalana yelled.
Then, without regard for tact or subtlety, she scooped Vasilisa up into her arms and they soared together towards the ceiling. Dalana had designated a window on the second floor as her goal. Vasilisa, not understanding what was happening, instinctively clutched Dalana around the neck.
One of the dancing transmogs noticed them and stared in amazement, but at that very moment the entrance door flew from its hinges with a crash, bursting into pieces.
“Everyone on the floor, you fucking ghouls!” roared the man in army camouflage who had burst through the doorway. “The house is surrounded!”
Which
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