late night, empty streets the young man ran out of breath from time to time on the silver zerkający Casio. It was very late, and yet since his arrival would depend on its future. Funny that every step was approaching him to her house on the occasion of every second, however, moving away from the girl's boyfriend. Coming back to a time when, the same lanky young man with dark hair sat calmly at the computer in his apartment reading the next story. I was reading about the great duel between the paladin and sorcerer Mordred Vlad when it sounded good old cell phone. Do not hurry up he grabbed the black and read Siemens received an SMS:
"foolishly came out.'s Meet and talk. The best today. About 22 am leaving for a few weeks. Ania
Anne, his best friend with whom he quarreled two weeks ago, before it attempts to remedy the contempt of their relationship, she has proposed agreement.
startled boy looked at his watch your computer. His heart stopped. It was the twenty-first. Not a lot of thinking when he got up and ran out of the house. Now you probably will think that the woman gave him a little time, but it's not her fault. Sms unlucky few were sent after the thirteenth day. If you wish to find guilty zlinczujcie network, which "zlagowała" transmission of messages. However, not
cellular network, a boy is the protagonist here, so let's get back to him. Running almost in apnea and spitting out the remains of the air, turned into a weed street leading "shortcuts" to the house of Anne. Stopped there, however, saw before him a man with a sword, attacking defenseless woman. Scene surely have to look satirically: two-meter man with a highly raised, two-meter sword zamachujący the fragile black-haired girl with fair skin. Her hair, falling on his face and obscuring his eyes, which no doubt lurked fear. Her white skin, distinguished by the dark background of night. Her kneeling position, boiling to death, his head lifted upwards, staring into the void of stars. Add to this a drop of flowing red beard, by the throat after the bust ... Stunned
young, not thinking much, he threw himself on the assailant. He did not do this because of an innate love for others and sense of justice. Just before he started to think. The result is a skirmish rather familiar to you. If you do not know him will tell you this: A man armed with a sword at first did not notice the boy, and when learned about it, this lad holding his hands, which could not attack him with the sword. However, the aggressor, in contrast to the young man, frail man, was not without problems, shoulder, he pushed the lad, then ran it on the sword. In the heart of the hilt. The boy in the last spasms of life grabbed the assailant by the throat and tried to strangle him, but he could not - he breathed his last ...
woke up six minutes later, saw him bent over the woman ... her red eyes staring at him, as he thought the foul face. He fell asleep, the last once as a man.
Well, it's a small beginning of a new short story on which the idea came suddenly. I wore a long time writing this from the beginning and, since coming up with an outline, has changed little. I do not know whether for the better ...
Oh, and this information, so it was not - it's not a story about a vampire, or rather - neither he nor she nor anyone who appeared in the history (so far) is not a vampire. You do not need to become a vampire to stop being a man: P
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