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Again this strange dream - I am running through a green meadow, among blooming flowers, a bright full moon is shining in the sky ... But it was not a pleasant dream, and I ran without enjoying the night ...
I tried to save myself, I rushed with all my might, tearing off my lungs, deafened by the beating of my own heart, I ran, falling and rising again, not paying attention to the pain in my torn palms and knees, not stopping for a moment ... Because he overtook me ... My very creepy from nightmares.
Huge, silver grey, too fast for me to run, too ruthless for me to stop...
My infinitely cruel wolf...
I jumped as soon as I heard the alarm ringing. His heart clenched painfully, his breath was erratic, there were tears down his cheeks, his throat was again torn off by a cry. Lord, when will this stop?! Nothing saved me - not sedatives, not going to a psychotherapist, not even trying to sleep with a friend so as not to be left alone in an empty apartment. All to no avail - once a month, at the moment when the full moon reigned in the sky, I had the same nightmare again and again!
Ever since the day our student camp was attacked by a pack of wolves... Newspapers wrote "The feral dogs tore apart twelve hunters, and almost caused the death of students"...
The police told us the same thing, saying that there were no wolves in those woods.
And I would have believed it if on that very day the guys from the neighboring camp had not been hunting wolves, and Dick Evans had not shown us the gray skin of this animal, begged from the hunters ...
The skins in the camp destroyed by the flock were never found, and there were significantly more than twelve men in the strange hunting camp, near which we were so unlucky to set up ours ... But no one believed us.
The phone rang, pulling out of the terrible memories.
With a jerk she got up, reached the table, accepted the challenge. Thad's sleepy voice said:
- The flight was postponed due to weather conditions ... It looks like a thunderstorm is coming.
"Damn," was all I replied.
“Good morning to you too,” he yawned, “get ready, we’ll pick you up in half an hour.”
- Are you in a car? I moaned.
“Sorry kid, we’re expected in two days, so we get on a four-wheel drive monster, cross the ferry and hello Brodick Castle. Get ready.
Considering that we have been plowing the expanses of Northern Scotland for several days now, the information was not encouraging. Another thing was pleasing - Brodick Castle was the last in the list of attractions of the new tourist route.
I turned on my laptop, looked at the photos taken the day before - not bad for a non-professional photographer, in my opinion, although Steve thought it was completely different, well, he’s supposed to be by status, he’s a flash professional, I have text content on the website of the new travel company DekTour.
Raising her hands up, she stretched her whole body, everything hurt, every muscle, which is not surprising, given the trips for days, plus a terrible nightmare. But I still liked the work, there was still a month and a half before the start of classes at the university, and the customers paid very well, and most importantly, on a par with Steve and Ted, which upset them, equalized in pay with a student, but made me very happy.
By the time I threw everything into my backpack and left the room, the opposite signal of the car rented two weeks ago, which had bothered me to stupor, was already heard on the street. Since I slept in a hotel on the coast, and the guys usually chose hotels at pubs, where they drank local beer with might and main, they used to wake me up every morning with this signal. Luckily, I took the time to call today. The car beeped again. Nasty, lingering, long beep! I grabbed the phone, dialed the last incoming one, and, running down the wooden steps, yelled into the pipe with inspiration:
What the hell, Ted?
At the other end there was a friendly male chuckle.
- Bastards! I cursed and hung up the call.
Evil is not enough for them.
Escaping to the first floor, the board creaked again on the last step, and nearly knocked Mrs. McSalivan down.
“Kimmy, baby,” the innkeeper looked worried, “how are you feeling?”
“Okay,” I even smiled.
- Yes? she asked incredulously. Kimmy, do you sleep well?
My fake smile faded and I quietly asked:
- Did you hear?
In general, I spent the night alone in the hotel, the owners slept on the first floor, I didn’t even think that it would be so heard.
- Yes, I ran to you, they screamed so much, I already thought they attacked you, but as the alarm clock rang you were silent.
It became embarrassing. Highly.
“I often have nightmares at night,” she admitted reluctantly.
The woman looked with sympathy and asked the usual question:
- When will you be back?
- In two days, - the mood crept up, - and we will be going home.
- Here it is, - the woman smiled, - and I have collected a basket for you.
I left the hotel in excellent spirits, carrying a thermos of coffee and a basket of sandwiches and muffins, the kind Mrs. McSalivan never left me hungry, even when there was absolutely no time for breakfast. And so I'm walking, exposing my face to the early cool breeze, not taking my eyes off Thad, who cheerfully and brazenly waved from the window by the driver's seat, when suddenly Thad stops smiling and begins to actively wave at me.
The morning was early, but noisy - a fish market, generally a market day, Poles noisily discussing something in their own, the dull roar of the Gaelic dialect, the roar of animals, well, the signal of our Discovery all-terrain vehicle that broke through the veil of noise ... I looked at Ted in bewilderment , and he slapped his forehead and pointed me to the side ...
I slowly turn my head...
The screech of brakes, a noticeable blow, and my thermos, flying into the windshield of a silver car ...
“Kim!” Thad yelled as he ran out of the car.
On the other side, Steve jumped out, and I, shocked by what had happened, continued to stand. Black streams of coffee dripped from the windshield, made rivulets along the hood ... Sticky rivulets, Mrs. McSalivan never spared sugar. And on the windshield, a crack slowly and raggedly grew ...
- Kimmy! - Thad flew up, grabbed his shoulders, shook him, thoroughly. -Where were you looking, headless?
Steve pulled him away from me and asked the exact opposite question:
I silently rubbed my thigh, the impact was weak, the owner of the car managed to slow down, and I was not injured, which could not be said about a silver and obviously expensive car with tinted, almost black windows that completely hide the driver ... Although now the glass threatened to show everything that is hidden.
“Damn,” Thad swore, watching the shards of a thermos slide down the hood, carried away by drying streams of strong black coffee.
And I just looked at the car in horror, imagining the cost of its windshield and already saying goodbye to all the advance payment issued by the customer.
The driver's door swung open, and somehow angrily it came out, the next moment the owner got out of the car with a stone face, white with anger and tightly clenched lips. The eyes of the driver, who was just very unlucky to meet me, were hidden behind dark sunglasses, but for some reason I felt a look that was cold and burning.
“Uh, buddy,” Ted, as the eldest in the group, decided to figure it out himself, for which he stepped towards the tall, at least six-foot owner of the injured car, “listen, my insurance agent ...”
The man slowly reached up to his face and took off his glasses, giving Thad an icy look. Thad is silent. Now I just stood with my head down, and no longer even made an attempt to look at the owner of the car that I had crushed, but even in this position I saw his clearly expensive shoes and silver-gray trousers. Cars drove past us, the market continued to buzz, the coffee in the broken thermos was over, and now, when looking at the hood of the car, there was no association with the expression "all rivers flow."
“Sorry,” I muttered in the tense silence of my companions and the haughty victim.
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About the book "Castle of the Werewolf" Elena Zvezdnaya
The famous Russian writer Elena Zvezdnaya has released a new fantasy book called The Werewolf Castle. In the novel, there is traditionally a love line, but in this case, everything is different.
The main character Kim and her colleagues made up a new tourist route. Their road led to Scotland in an ancient castle with strange inhabitants. The owner of the palace turned out to be a wealthy aristocrat Sonheid.
Elena Zvezdnaya decided to inflame passions a little and endowed the owner of the castle with a secret. He is a werewolf. And not simple. He is the alpha, the whole race of werewolves went from him. Sonheid falls in love with Kim at first sight and begins to win her over, but in his perverted ways.
The novel "Castle of the Werewolf" is full of sex scenes, some of which go beyond the scope of erotic prose. BDSM reigns here. Apparently, the laurels of the author of "50 Shades of Grey" did not allow Elena Zvezdnaya to sleep peacefully. She decided that she could do better, with more imagination and without any aesthetic and moral restrictions.
The hero of the book "The Castle of the Werewolf" Sonheid periodically rapes Kim, she resists, screams. Then he erases her memory, and then everything starts again, but in an even more terrible form.
The only thing that pleased in the novel is the masterfully described world. Elena Zvezdnaya decided not to restrain herself here either - descriptions of the castle and the surrounding area, the appearance of the characters - everything was a success. This world can be felt by the skin while reading.
The book "The Castle of the Werewolf" can be recommended to fans of non-standard reading and, of course, lovers of BDSM as a script for role-playing games.
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Money and power acquire taste only when there is someone to share them with.
“You don’t remember me,” a wry, sad smile, “sorry, I forgot ... You hugged me, and I forgot ... I’m ready to forget my name when you are around ...
And suddenly, like a rush, I find myself pressed against the hood of the car, and the beast, the beast hangs over me and, bending to my lips, whispers hoarsely:
“Scream for me, Kim.
It was an explosion!
As if at once the gray walls of everyday life collapsed, exploding my world with fragments of bright, rich, sharp memories. So sharp that they ripped open the soul, tore the heart, deprived of support under their feet.
I remembered EVERYTHING!
Nearly falling, she clutched at Sonheid's shoulders, gasping for air convulsively, trying to inhale and unable to do so. I was suffocating ... with anger!
And I clung to this strong man tightly, feeling that I had not touched the ground held by him for a long time. But I did not at all expect to hear a quiet, pronounced as if he was groaning in pain:
- I feel bad without you…
And I stop breathing, afraid not to hear, not believing what I hear, not understanding why his every word resonates in my heart.
“I feel so bad without you, Kim. Without your scent, without the feel of your skin, without the look in your eyes, without the sound of your voice. Without you.
And the hugs become stronger, almost to the point of pain, but I am ready to endure this pain forever, if only he would not be silent, if only to listen to his voice further ...
“It tears apart, Kim,” a hoarse growl erupts again, “it kills, it turns inside out ... Rushing towards you and not being able to break the Edge ... Going crazy and not knowing where you are and what is happening to you ... Lying on the bed, where your smell is felt, and to be aware is all that remains for me ... Cooking cocoa for you, putting a cup on the table and understanding - you won’t drink, you are gone ... There is me, wild loneliness, animal longing pressing like a steel trap, but you are not …
The heart is in pieces, and the feelings are bare, like live wires. And I don't know what to do!
Money and power acquire taste only when there is someone to share them with. Understand, it’s nice to spend money on your beloved woman and look forward to her happy smile when you give her a gift, and power ... What is power if there are no eyes shining with pride for which it is worth striving for achievements?
The man pulled away a little and, looking at me with his strange, unnaturally yellow, animal eyes, whispered:
- I want you. Here and now. And then, Kim, I will return you to your world.
I'm going to be raped... Oh my God, this just can't be, this...
“Kim,” the stranger’s voice seemed soft, but only seemed, “you want to come back, don’t you?” - In these words, bitterness was suddenly heard: - You are ready for anything so that I let you go, right, Kim? Like run away! Without warning, without saying goodbye, without saying a word! After all! You know, I did believe that you are dear!
I cringed at his growl.
And the man reacted strangely - he let go, turned away, silently looked at the forest for several minutes, as if trying to restrain himself and not scream anymore. And I don’t know why, but I stepped towards him, carefully touched his bare shoulder ...
The man turned around. Sharply, unnaturally quickly, he grabbed my slipped palm, pulled off the glove, pressed his trembling fingers to his lips and, looking into my eyes, kissed me carefully, barely perceptibly, then closed his eyes, sniffed the air through his nose, froze, and as he breathed out he barely audibly said:
“I didn't mean to fall in love with you. I am an alpha, feelings are something that people like me tend to avoid.
And I held my breath, looking at him in shock, at the greedy care with which he touched my palm, as if I were the most valuable treasure in the world. As if he was looking for and found it with difficulty. Like he...
“I yearned for your scent, Kim,” he said hoarsely.
Strange voice. Exciting. A voice that echoes somewhere inside of me...
We are standing in a huge, summer-like green forest, birds are singing around, a grasshopper is chirping somewhere, the sound of water is heard in the distance ...
Spent it down, leaving ten red furrows, the first, by the way, were already rapidly tightening.
Kim, stop it! - a growl that turns into a wheeze.
She squeezed him, twitching with his whole body, with his hips, and as soon as he stopped escaping, she sarcastically quoted his own words:
“You are my wife and my lady, the only thing you are allowed to be interested in is my wishes for our nights. Everybody!" - she dug her nails even harder and whispered: - And you, Sonheid, are nobody for me at all, and you have no right to tell me. It's clear?
Eyes opened instantly. And a look full of rage, gloomy, tense.
- Do you remember? - the obsession subsided, there was no more excitement, I was just crazy angry at him. “It’s nice not to be asked for your opinion, huh, Sonheid?” I started to break down. “Or maybe it’s very pleasant to get aroused against your own will?”
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me,” I said calmly.
Leriy recoiled, then a smile returned to his face, full of sincere interest in me and our conversation.
Nanny means...
“Tell me, Leriy,” I smiled sweetly at the lord, “why werewolves don’t like their women?”
You are wrong, Kim. He returned to a leisurely pace again, and I walked beside him. – Werewolves live their chosen one, breathe her, look at the world through her eyes. It's hard to describe and impossible to explain. And if a woman becomes the chosen beast, the werewolf actually becomes dependent on the constant desire to possess the body, attention, time of her chosen one. Permanent, Kim. And then the feelings become waves - they roll in a wave and let go for a short time to surf again.
– It’s easier with werewolves - you can spend the whole night in animal form in fun and meet the morning cheerful and full of strength, and even in human form werewolves retain this ability, and it’s hard for human women without sleep, and therefore they were left to sleep separately. They were taken care of.
I look at him in horror and still do not believe - they really do not understand?! At all?! How is that possible?
– Leriy, – I leaned forward, – Leriy, this is worse than the death penalty, Leriy. It turns out that you are left alone with yourself and your thoughts. One! At all! There is nothing to do around the house, there are servants, children grow up and leave, and the husband actually uses it to get up and leave after that. And so all your life? Yes, here you can howl with anguish, not to mention the fact that you just want to hang yourself from despair, Leriy!
- Don't talk like that! The lord cut me off very harshly. "Don't you dare even think about it!"
It was said evil, and all the plaque of polite courtesy and good-natured disposition vanished in an instant! And I suddenly realized a strange thing - we all walked and walked along the wall, and as far as I remember, there should be a gate to the garden! But she wasn't there. It's strange somehow...
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Elena Star
Werewolf Castle
Dedicated to my beloved readers!
© Zvezdnaya E., 2014
© Design. Eksmo Publishing LLC, 2014
© Electronic version of the book prepared by Litres (www.litres.ru)
* * *I had a nightmare ... A terrible, invariably repeated second year, the same one, again and again. Filling with horror, which does not let go even after waking up.
Wolves, unnaturally huge, furiously bared their fangs, and the leader of the pack, slowly, menacingly smoothly taking a step towards me ... And I break into a run. I rush through the meadow, drowning in tall silvery grass, a bright full moon shines in the sky, its light floods everything around ... But I do not see the beauty of this night, desperately trying to escape.
And every time the dream ends invariably - the wolf overtakes me! It falls into the tall grass, turns over and hangs, growling barely audibly and peering at me with terrible amber luminous eyes ...
* * *I jumped as soon as I heard the alarm ringing.
And the state again did not please - the heart contracted painfully, the breath was intermittent, there were tears on the cheeks, the throat was torn off by a cry. Lord, when will this stop?! Nothing saved me - neither sedatives, nor trips to a psychotherapist, nor even an attempt to spend the night with a friend so as not to be left alone in an empty apartment. All to no avail. Once a month, at the moment when the full moon reigned in the sky, I had an endlessly recurring nightmare again and again and again! A memory of my first and last sleepover picnic. However, not only I completely lost all desire to spend the night in nature after a pack of wolves attacked our student camp ...
Newspapers wrote: "The feral dogs tore apart twelve hunters and almost caused the death of students."
The police told us the same thing, saying that there were no wolves in those woods.
And I would believe it if on that very day the guys from the neighboring camp did not hunt wolves, and Dick Evans did not show us the gray skin he begged from the hunters ...
The skins in the destroyed hunting camp were never found, and the men at the strange bivouac, near which we were so unlucky to set up ours, were much more than twelve ... But no one believed us. None. Huge wolves the size of an English Mastiff? Guys, you've had too much to drink. Burning amber eyes? So, it means that there were jambs. Intelligent creatures that stopped the slaughter, as soon as one of the students began to shout: “We didn’t kill anyone, we just looked at the skin, we didn’t kill”?
We just didn't believe anyone. And after a while, we didn’t believe it ourselves either, perceiving everything that happened was just a nightmare. But the nightmare continued to haunt me alone, apparently, as the most impressionable.
The phone rang, pulling out of the terrible memories.
With a jerk she got up, reached the table, accepted the challenge. Thad's sleepy voice said:
– The flight was postponed due to weather conditions. I mean, like a storm is coming.
- Heck! - all that I answered.
“Good morning to you too,” Thad yawned into the phone. "Come on, we'll be back in half an hour."
- By car? I moaned.
“Sorry kid, we’re due in two days, so yes, we’ll get on a four-wheel drive monster, take a ferry across and – hello, Brodick Castle.” Get ready.
Given that we have been plowing the expanses of Northern Scotland for more than a day, the information was not encouraging. Another thing was pleasing: Brodick Castle was the last in the list of attractions of the new tourist route.
I turned on the laptop, looked through the photos taken the day before - not bad for a non-professional photographer, in my opinion, although Steve thought it was completely different, well, he’s supposed to be by status, he’s a flash pro, I have the text content of the site of the new travel company DecTour.
Stretching, she tried to stretch her neck. Every muscle ached, and I wanted to spit on everything and not go anywhere today. But I liked the work, there was still a month and a half before the start of classes at the university, and the customers paid very well, and most importantly, no less than Steve and Ted, which upset them, equalized in pay with a student, but made me very happy.
By the time I left the room, throwing everything into my backpack, the opposite signal of the car rented two weeks ago, which had bothered me to stupor, was already heard on the street. Since I slept in a hotel on the coast, and the guys usually chose hotels at pubs, where they drank local beer with might and main, they used to wake me up every morning with this signal. Luckily, I took the time to call today. The car beeped again. Disgusting, lingering, long beep! I grabbed the phone, dialed the last incoming one and, running down the wooden steps, yelled into the receiver with inspiration.
Elena Star
Werewolf Castle
Dedicated to my beloved readers!
© Zvezdnaya E., 2014
© Design. Eksmo Publishing LLC, 2014
© Electronic version of the book prepared by Litres (www.litres.ru)
* * *
I had a nightmare ... A terrible, invariably repeated second year, the same one, again and again. Filling with horror, which does not let go even after waking up.
Wolves, unnaturally huge, furiously bared their fangs, and the leader of the pack, slowly, menacingly smoothly taking a step towards me ... And I break into a run. I rush through the meadow, drowning in tall silvery grass, a bright full moon shines in the sky, its light floods everything around ... But I do not see the beauty of this night, desperately trying to escape.
And every time the dream ends invariably - the wolf overtakes me! It falls into the tall grass, turns over and hangs, growling barely audibly and peering at me with terrible amber luminous eyes ...
* * *
I jumped as soon as I heard the alarm ringing.
And the state again did not please - the heart contracted painfully, the breath was intermittent, there were tears on the cheeks, the throat was torn off by a cry. Lord, when will this stop?! Nothing saved me - neither sedatives, nor trips to a psychotherapist, nor even an attempt to spend the night with a friend so as not to be left alone in an empty apartment. All to no avail. Once a month, at the moment when the full moon reigned in the sky, I had an endlessly recurring nightmare again and again and again! A memory of my first and last sleepover picnic. However, not only I completely lost all desire to spend the night in nature after a pack of wolves attacked our student camp ...
Newspapers wrote: "The feral dogs tore apart twelve hunters and almost caused the death of students."
The police told us the same thing, saying that there were no wolves in those woods.
And I would believe it if on that very day the guys from the neighboring camp did not hunt wolves, and Dick Evans did not show us the gray skin he begged from the hunters ...
The skins in the destroyed hunting camp were never found, and the men at the strange bivouac, near which we were so unlucky to set up ours, were much more than twelve ... But no one believed us. None. Huge wolves the size of an English Mastiff? Guys, you've had too much to drink. Burning amber eyes? So, it means that there were jambs. Intelligent creatures that stopped the slaughter, as soon as one of the students began to shout: “We didn’t kill anyone, we just looked at the skin, we didn’t kill”?
We just didn't believe anyone. And after a while, we didn’t believe it ourselves either, perceiving everything that happened was just a nightmare. But the nightmare continued to haunt me alone, apparently, as the most impressionable.
The phone rang, pulling out of the terrible memories.
With a jerk she got up, reached the table, accepted the challenge. Thad's sleepy voice said:
– The flight was postponed due to weather conditions. I mean, like a storm is coming.
- Heck! - all that I answered.
“Good morning to you too,” Thad yawned into the phone. "Come on, we'll be back in half an hour."
- By car? I moaned.
“Sorry kid, we’re due in two days, so yes, we’ll get on a four-wheel drive monster, take a ferry across and – hello, Brodick Castle.” Get ready.
Given that we have been plowing the expanses of Northern Scotland for more than a day, the information was not encouraging. Another thing was pleasing: Brodick Castle was the last in the list of attractions of the new tourist route.
I turned on the laptop, looked through the photos taken the day before - not bad for a non-professional photographer, in my opinion, although Steve thought it was completely different, well, he’s supposed to be by status, he’s a flash pro, I have the text content of the site of the new travel company DecTour.
Stretching, she tried to stretch her neck. Every muscle ached, and I wanted to spit on everything and not go anywhere today. But I liked the work, there was still a month and a half before the start of classes at the university, and the customers paid very well, and most importantly, no less than Steve and Ted, which upset them, equalized in pay with a student, but made me very happy.
By the time I left the room, throwing everything into my backpack, the opposite signal of the car rented two weeks ago, which had bothered me to stupor, was already heard on the street. Since I slept in a hotel on the coast, and the guys usually chose hotels at pubs, where they drank local beer with might and main, they used to wake me up every morning with this signal. Luckily, I took the time to call today. The car beeped again. Disgusting, lingering, long beep! I grabbed the phone, dialed the last incoming one and, running down the wooden steps, shouted into the receiver with inspiration:
What the hell, Ted?
At the other end there was a friendly male chuckle.
- Bastards! I cursed and hung up the call.
Evil is not enough for them.
Escaping to the first floor, she creaked a plank once again on the last step and nearly knocked Mrs. McSalivan down.
“Kim, baby,” the innkeeper looked worried, “how are you feeling?”
- Okay. I even smiled.
- Yes? she asked incredulously. – Kim, do you sleep well?
My fake smile faded, and I quietly asked:
- Did you hear?
In general, I spent the night alone in the hotel, the owners slept on the first floor, I didn’t even think that it would be so heard.
- Yes, I ran to you, they shouted so much, I already thought they attacked you, but as the alarm clock rang, you fell silent.
It became embarrassing. Highly.
“I often have nightmares at night,” I admitted reluctantly.
The woman looked with sympathy and asked the usual question:
- When will you be back?
- In two days. – Mood crept up. "And we're going home."
“That's how it is…” She smiled. - And I have collected a basket for you, I knew that you would not stay for breakfast. And I poured coffee into your thermos, but, Kim, it would be better if you chose something more reliable than glass ...
- This is a gift, - I interrupted the remark of the owner of the hotel, - it reminds me of the house.
I left the hotel in excellent spirits, carrying a thermos of coffee and a basket of sandwiches and muffins, the kind Mrs. McSalivan never left me hungry even when there was absolutely no time to eat.
And so I’m walking through the village square, exposing my face to the early cool breeze, not taking my evil eyes off Thad, who waved cheerfully and impudently, leaning out of the driver’s door window ... when suddenly Thad stops smiling and starts pointing me actively at something.
The morning was early, but noisy - a fish market, a market day in general, the ubiquitous Poles noisily discussing something in their hissing language, the dull roar of the Gaelic dialect of the local population, the roar of animals, and, well, the signal of our Discovery all-terrain vehicle that broke through the veil of noise ... I looked at Ted in bewilderment, and he slapped his forehead and pointed me aside ...
I slowly turn my head...
Screeching brakes!
A tangible blow to the thigh, and a thermos that flew into the windshield of a silver car that almost hit me ...
– Kim! Thad's cry sounded unexpectedly loud in the silence that descended on the square.
But I didn’t even turn around and, shocked by what had happened, continued to stand and watch the blur: coffee from a thermos rushed down the windshield of an expensive car in black streams ... Sticky streams, Mrs. McSullivan never spared sugar. And on the windshield, crackling, a crack grew ...
- Kimmy! - Thad flew up, grabbed his shoulders, shook him thoroughly. “Where were you looking, headless?”
Steve pulled him away from me and asked the exact opposite question:
I silently rubbed my thigh, the blow was weak, the owner of the car managed to slow down, and I was not injured, which could not be said about a silver and obviously extremely expensive car with tinted, almost black windows that completely hide the driver ...
Although right now the glass threatened to show everything that was hidden.
“Damn,” Thad swore, watching the shards of a thermos slither across the hood, carried away by drying streams of strong black coffee.
And I just looked at the car in horror, imagining the cost of its windshield and already saying goodbye to all the advance payment issued by the customer.
The driver's door swung open, and somehow angrily it came out, in the next moment her owner appeared from the car with a face whitened with anger and tightly compressed lips.
The eyes of the car owner, who was just very unlucky to meet me, were hidden behind dark sunglasses, but for some reason I felt a look that was cold and burning through.
- Eh, buddy ... - Ted, as the eldest in the group, decided to figure it out himself, for which he stepped towards the owner of the injured car. “Listen, my insurance agent…
The man slowly reached out and took off his glasses, giving Thad an icy look.
Thad is silent.
Now I just stood with my head down and did not want to look at the owner of the car that I had smashed, but even in this position I saw his obviously expensive shoes and silver-gray trousers. Cars drove past us, the market continued to buzz, the coffee in the broken thermos was over, and now when you look at the hood of a car, there was no association with the expression "all rivers flow."
“Sorry,” I muttered in the tense silence of my companions and the haughty one of the victim.
Legs in expensive shoes went around the door and gently moved towards me.
And somehow a strange feeling of unreality of what was happening immediately rolled over - the owner of the injured car moved too softly. And the moment when he would approach seemed too inevitable.
- I accidentally. Yes, it's a pathetic attempt at an excuse. - Excuse me, please.
And then a question came up that I did not expect at all.
- Have we met? - Low, hoarse, like a distant peal of thunder, the voice made me shudder.
Shaking her head, she looked at the man in surprise. Silver-gray, though not gray, hair, strange yellowish eyes, a swarthy, imperious face, broad shoulders, arms slightly longer than normal, but for some reason it suited him, and a cold, attentive, some animal look.
“No,” I answered, retreating in fear for some reason, “you know, if we knew each other, I definitely wouldn’t forget you.
The amber eyes narrowed, the gaze frozen.
- Are you sure? – followed question.
Taking a step back, I muttered:
- Yes. Absolutely. You make an unforgettable impression, this is the first, and the second is the first time I harm any car, really. This hasn't happened before. And you know, I... I can write you a check, and...
The stranger gently bowed his head to his left shoulder… only the gesture seemed somehow completely bestial!
“We know each other,” he said confidently.
His icy tone made her shiver. And the look he gave me. And from a smile that seemed to me promising and at the same time clearly not promising anything good.
The next moment, the stranger turned around and walked into the car. The car slowly passed me, increased speed and soon disappeared around the bend.
Me, Thad, and Steve were left standing in the middle of the road, surrounded by the curious crowd.
“No, you don’t know him for sure,” Thad said suddenly.
- In general, they got off great, the man successfully mistook himself. All for horses.
"Horseback" is Ted's word for "getting into the car."
“I’ll buy you another coffee, let’s go,” Steve consoled. And a thermos. Shatterproof.
And in my head continued to sound frightening: "We know each other." And before my eyes, for some reason, a meadow flooded with the silvery light of the full moon, and the wind in my face, and as if I again hear the distant howl of a wolf ...
* * *
The storm has really broken out. Creepy, with bright lightning, now and then dissecting the clouds. The wind was howling, the trees were bowing down, the rain was pouring like a wall, and we were moving at a snail's pace of twenty miles an hour.
But it was not the weather that was scary - the navigation system had failed two hours ago.
“Damn, damn, damn, damn!” Steve tapped his phone against his open hand. - Heck!
- Did it help? Thad asked mockingly.
“Listen, we are still driving along an asphalt highway, we will arrive somewhere anyway. Ted has always been an optimist. - And in general, relax, doc, we have enough reflective Kim.
- Heck! Steve scolded again.
I was sitting in the back seat, cross-legged and looking into the glass ... Because of the continuously hitting drops, almost nothing was visible, but for some reason I continued to look. When the storm had just begun, we decided to look for a house, at least some, but there was not one on the way, and the dull landscape did not even hint at the presence of settlements here. Then we stood for some time in the hope of waiting out the bad weather. As a result, they froze, and the thunderstorm only intensified - it would be better if they did not stop.
- Connection? Thad asked again.
I look sadly at my phone - not a single antenna, and so for more than an hour.
- What kind of storm is this? Steve roared.
He can’t stand closed space anyway, and there’s also no connection, and it feels like we’re in the twilight, although it’s not even noon yet. Suddenly, a dim light appeared on the side of the road. Thad leaned forward, trying to see its source, I stretched too, Steve just stared tiredly out the window, then gloomily said:
- Turn around already.
- Dangerous from the road, there is at least asphalt, but there?
- What if we get stuck? Thad slowed down, but he didn't want to leave the road either.
- What if the car stalls? Steve pressed.
I didn’t interfere, first of all, because they won’t listen - it’s checked, and I don’t know what to say. On the one hand, it’s scary to drive off the road, on the other hand, it’s scary to stay in a car in such a thunderstorm and crawl at a minimum speed, because nothing is visible.
“Turn off, Ted, we don’t know where we’re going, there’s little gas left, we don’t know how much until the gas station, turn off.”
Yes, they did not guess with fuel. We were going to refuel on the way - and here is the result. That is why the air conditioner was not turned on for heating during the stop, so as not to waste gasoline.
What if no one lives there? Thad persisted.
“Yeah, and the light arose by itself!”
- Well ... ball lightning, for example ...
“Turn off, there’s a hundred meters to the house, you talk longer than you would drive,” Steve put forward the last argument.
Thad squeezed the steering wheel with his mighty hands, thought, cast a wistful glance at the fuel gauge and, resolutely turning the steering wheel, pressed the gas. "Discovery" roared, crossing a rather high curb, but coped with the task and carried us along a bumpy unpaved road.
There was not a hundred meters of distance here - there was much more.
And we all drove along the road, going up, towards the light, which, as if mocking, moved away and moved away, and then the car skidded. Ted squeezed everything he could out of a four-wheel drive car. He then tried to go forward, then handed over back, but nothing came of it. Trying not to be nervous, I hypnotized the phone screen, hoping for a restoration of communication, and Steve simply remained silent, realizing that if he said even a word, Ted would simply explode. The atmosphere in the car was tense, the sound of slipping wheels made you listen in anticipation of at least some movement of the car, and also the noise of drops breaking on the roof ...
Fifteen minutes later, Thad turned off the engine and silently turned to me. He did not look at Steve, apparently, was too angry with him.
- Kim, put on a jacket, come with me. You need to go to this light, so that it. Steve, stay in the car.
I'd rather be in Steve's place than dragging myself in the rain on a slippery road, but Ted is quick-tempered, if he and his partner were on the street, he could arrange an educational scuffle, he does. No wonder Steve was sitting silently now, he was even afraid to breathe.
So there was no choice.
The weather was raging with might and main, and as soon as I opened the door, I was already half wet. It is not clear why I put on a jacket at all - it did not save, jets of water flowed down my hair behind the collar, and in less than a minute there was no dry place left on me.
“Come on up the road, I’ll catch up,” Thad called, leaning over the front right wheel.
Silently she walked through the pouring rain, trying to hold on to the grass so as not to slip. Thad really tried to catch up, but when he almost caught up with me, he slipped, fell, drove several meters down before he got up. Pulling my head into my shoulders, I waited for him to get up and, cursing the weather, Steve, gasoline, eventually rise to me.
Then she wandered up the road, peering into the dim light, half-hidden by a veil of cold rain. The sneakers champed disgustingly, the jeans stuck to the legs, the jacket was wet and heavy. And the light we were walking towards seemed just as far away. Thad didn’t say anything anymore, he didn’t even have the strength to curse, it only remained to mechanically rearrange his legs, making sure not to fall, and ignoring the cold.
I don’t know how long we walked like that, it seemed like an eternity, but somewhere in my soul I was very glad that I didn’t stay in the car - I would have gone crazy from the worries.
She stopped, looked in the direction he was pointing, and really saw a wall - massive, built around the fifteenth century, gray, heavy, stone.
“We’re going along,” Thad yelled, “we’re at some kind of castle.”
The information was encouraging. Since the castle is a tourist center, and there are hotels nearby, gas stations, and civilization in general. At the mere thought of a hot shower, walking became much easier, even the mood rose a little.
“We must have come from the other slope,” Thad yelled as he hurried over to me, “now we’ll go around and come out onto the main road.
“Probably,” I replied.
- What? “Thad didn't hear me, which isn't surprising.
She just waved her hand and moved forward. Under the wall, the road got worse, then the water flowed down, and soon I was in a knee-deep swamp, and it became more and more difficult to walk. And yet I walked, holding my hand against the wall and rejoicing that there was at least no wind here. And then somehow quite unexpectedly, the foot stepped on a hard surface. I even shuddered, either from surprise, or once again shuddering from the cold. Stopping, I looked at the path and realized that stone slabs were already lying here. Nearly burst into tears of happiness, she waved to Ted, who had lagged behind, and slowly wandered on.
The hope that there would be a gate right now melted away after two hundred steps, when even the fact of a solid surface under my feet was no longer pleasing. We were still monotonously walking along the wall, the rain was still pouring endlessly, except that it was getting colder and there was no strength left.
Thad was hopelessly behind, I stopped several times, waited until he caught up, but as soon as I started walking, Thad fell behind again. Once again, she simply sat down on the slabs, waited until it reached, and only after that she got up.
- How are you? he asked, wheezing.
- Norm. “I pulled him along.
And then an almost incredible miracle happened - we saw the gate! Huge, massive, iron-bound wooden gates.
- Oh my God! I didn't hold back.
Thad, resting his hands on his half-bent knees, tried to catch his breath for a while, then spat on it and went to knock on the gate, because we did not find any other ways to attract attention.
“Kim, there aren’t even video cameras here,” Thad said, continuing to knock with all his might.
I just silently looked at the massive gates - a feeling that they were raised not often, at all. And they didn’t know paint or varnish in their life - either the restorers did their best, or I don’t understand anything.
- Yes, what is it! - Ted began to beat the gate with his feet in desperation. – Open!
“Ted,” I called cautiously.
Thunder boomed, and the rain again became an impenetrable veil, hiding the strange landscape, and Thad did not hear me at all.
Suddenly, something behind the wall rumbled, in the next moment the gate did not open - it began to descend.
- What kind of idiocy? Thad yelled, jumping aside and pulling me along with him. - We could have made a service gate, we are not a tourist group, so that we can observe all the ceremonies in front of us.
I was silent. I even do not know why. Something inside me rushed about, worried, saying that I needed to run. Run as fast as your legs will carry, rush away, even if you leave the car.
But this something was contradicted by the arguments of common sense, claiming that this is just a castle, and the landscape ... we climbed for a long time, besides, we could just imagine and ...
The gate crashed to the ground, pulling thick black chains, in the next moment we heard a friendly:
- Why are we standing? Come in, you're completely wet!
- Good afternoon! We are not alone. Thad went to him and led me along. - We just pulled off the road, the car got stuck in the mud, and our friend was left there.
- On the southern slope? – specified the man.
We looked at each other and shrugged at the same time.
“Not local, then,” concluded the servant of the castle. “Well, miss, you go to the castle, you will be met there and warmed, and you, sir, come with me.” We can’t get the car out, the road is rough, but there is a village nearby, now we’ll find someone to tow.
I was given a nod to the entrance, and the man swung towards the direction we came from, and Ted called out to me:
“Come into the house, Kim,” and followed him.
But for some reason I remained standing. I didn't want to go. Didn't want to at all. And let Ted go, and in general ...
“Miss, go inside,” the castle keeper called over the sound of the rain. - The gate will be raised now, you will remain alone.
Incredibly, I suddenly thought that I was ready to be completely alone, just not to enter the castle! Strange feeling.
But the caretaker and Ted disappeared behind a veil of rain, and the world shrank back to me and this entrance to the castle. There is no choice left.
Step carefully onto the bridge. I walked through a wet, rain-swollen tree, but barely approached the opening ... Something seemed to stop me again. And I froze in the pouring rain, afraid to enter the gate.
I can't figure out what's wrong!
I was soaked through, I was very cold, and I was so tired that I could hardly stand on my feet ... But I did not want to go into this castle! I didn't want to scream! And in the end, she stood in the gate opening, peering into the stone courtyard, vaguely distinguishing behind the veil of falling water the door of light wood leading to the castle ...
The door opened, a dark figure appeared on the threshold, and I heard a woman cry:
“Miss, come in, I’m waiting!”
And I was terribly ashamed of all my fears. I stepped into the courtyard, walked along the slippery stones to the steps, and suddenly thought: “How did she know that I was a miss?” If it weren’t for the voice, I wouldn’t have realized in my life that a woman came out on the threshold, but she didn’t hear me ... It became terribly so. On the other hand, the caretaker probably called her, so the missus came out, and I invented it for myself.
- Hurry up. The woman stepped back to let me through. - I'm Arida.
“Kim,” I introduced myself as I entered the castle.
The warm air seemed to be embraced and now lulled by the comfort of the dark drawing room of the castle, the huge, hotly heated fireplace, the aroma of baking, the feeling of home.
“You are all wet,” a black-haired, tall and, judging by her movements, very strong woman wailed around me. - Take off your jacket and shoes, now I will prepare a bath for you and give you dry clothes to change.
- Yes, I just warm up by the fireplace and ...
- Don't argue with me! - the woman ordered somehow too imperiously, then added more softly: - We rarely have guests, it is a pleasure for me to look after you.
The frozen and numb body did not obey well, and therefore I was frankly grateful to Arida for her help, however, I took off my sneakers myself.
- Follow me! “It sounded like an order again, but in Scotland a lot of women are bossy, so I wasn't even surprised.
And, slapping my bare feet, I walked along the wooden floor after, probably, the wife of the castle keeper. Despite the state of fatigue, I still considered this highly entertaining building - the castle was small, but very ... inhabited. Wooden floors polished to a shine, this huge fireplace, stuffed animals on the walls, carpets on the stone steps - cozy, albeit a little wild. And a little creepy. Trying to break the silence that frightened me, for some reason I said:
– Water? I asked in surprise. - You were just going to fill the bath ...
- Yes? - Slightly mocking question. “You heard me say that I had already prepared the bath. Get undressed, otherwise you will get inflammation.
A hot bath was exactly what my exhausted body needed right now, but… There was something about it that I didn't like at all, and I couldn't figure out what it was. In any case, it was necessary to do everything not to get sick, therefore, it is stupid to refuse a bath. Here are just:
“When Steve and Ted arrive, you—”
“I will definitely call,” Arida assured. - Let's help you, you're all ice cold.
The caretaker helped me with my shirt and sweater, and she unbuttoned my jeans—my stiff fingers couldn't do the job. And as soon as I pulled off my wet trousers, I went to the bathroom, very modern for such an ancient castle, as if the renovation had just been done here. And the bath itself was just a miracle - large, double, and very comfortable.
“The girl has completely chilled,” said Arida. - I left it in the bathroom.
And, it would seem, nothing of the sort, but for some reason, from anxiety, my whole body suddenly became weak, I could hardly stand on my feet, looking at how the same owner of an expensive car entered the living room of the castle.
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I had a nightmare ... A terrible, invariably repeated second year, the same one, again and again. Filling with horror, which does not let go even after waking up.
Wolves, unnaturally huge, furiously bared their fangs, and the leader of the pack, slowly, menacingly smoothly taking a step towards me ... And I break into a run. I rush through the meadow, drowning in tall silvery grass, a bright full moon shines in the sky, its light floods everything around ... But I do not see the beauty of this night, desperately trying to escape.
And every time the dream ends invariably - the wolf overtakes me! It falls into the tall grass, turns over and hangs, growling barely audibly and peering at me with terrible amber luminous eyes ...
I jumped as soon as I heard the alarm ringing.
And the state again did not please - the heart contracted painfully, the breath was intermittent, there were tears on the cheeks, the throat was torn off by a cry. Lord, when will this stop?! Nothing saved me - neither sedatives, nor trips to a psychotherapist, nor even an attempt to spend the night with a friend so as not to be left alone in an empty apartment. All to no avail. Once a month, at the moment when the full moon reigned in the sky, I had an endlessly recurring nightmare again and again and again! A memory of my first and last sleepover picnic. However, not only I completely lost all desire to spend the night in nature after a pack of wolves attacked our student camp ...
Newspapers wrote: "The feral dogs tore apart twelve hunters and almost caused the death of students."
The police told us the same thing, saying that there were no wolves in those woods.
And I would believe it if on that very day the guys from the neighboring camp did not hunt wolves, and Dick Evans did not show us the gray skin he begged from the hunters ...
The skins in the destroyed hunting camp were never found, and the men at the strange bivouac, near which we were so unlucky to set up ours, were much more than twelve ... But no one believed us. None. Huge wolves the size of an English Mastiff? Guys, you've had too much to drink. Burning amber eyes? So, it means that there were jambs. Intelligent creatures that stopped the slaughter, as soon as one of the students began to shout: “We didn’t kill anyone, we just looked at the skin, we didn’t kill”?
We just didn't believe anyone. And after a while, we didn’t believe it ourselves either, perceiving everything that happened was just a nightmare. But the nightmare continued to haunt me alone, apparently, as the most impressionable.
The phone rang, pulling out of the terrible memories.
With a jerk she got up, reached the table, accepted the challenge. Thad's sleepy voice said:
– The flight was postponed due to weather conditions. I mean, like a storm is coming.
- Heck! - all that I answered.
“Good morning to you too,” Thad yawned into the phone. "Come on, we'll be back in half an hour."
- By car? I moaned.
“Sorry kid, we’re due in two days, so yes, we’ll get on a four-wheel drive monster, take a ferry across and – hello, Brodick Castle.” Get ready.
Given that we have been plowing the expanses of Northern Scotland for more than a day, the information was not encouraging. Another thing was pleasing: Brodick Castle was the last in the list of attractions of the new tourist route.
I turned on the laptop, looked through the photos taken the day before - not bad for a non-professional photographer, in my opinion, although Steve thought it was completely different, well, he’s supposed to be by status, he’s a flash pro, I have the text content of the site of the new travel company DecTour.
Stretching, she tried to stretch her neck. Every muscle ached, and I wanted to spit on everything and not go anywhere today. But I liked the work, there was still a month and a half before the start of classes at the university, and the customers paid very well, and most importantly, no less than Steve and Ted, which upset them, equalized in pay with a student, but made me very happy.
By the time I left the room, throwing everything into my backpack, the opposite signal of the car rented two weeks ago, which had bothered me to stupor, was already heard on the street. Since I slept in a hotel on the coast, and the guys usually chose hotels at pubs, where they drank local beer with might and main, they used to wake me up every morning with this signal. Luckily, I took the time to call today. The car beeped again. Disgusting, lingering, long beep! I grabbed the phone, dialed the last incoming one and, running down the wooden steps, shouted into the receiver with inspiration:
What the hell, Ted?
At the other end there was a friendly male chuckle.
- Bastards! I cursed and hung up the call.
Evil is not enough for them.
Escaping to the first floor, she creaked a plank once again on the last step and nearly knocked Mrs. McSalivan down.
“Kim, baby,” the innkeeper looked worried, “how are you feeling?”
- Okay. I even smiled.
- Yes? she asked incredulously. – Kim, do you sleep well?
My fake smile faded, and I quietly asked:
- Did you hear?
In general, I spent the night alone in the hotel, the owners slept on the first floor, I didn’t even think that it would be so heard.
- Yes, I ran to you, they shouted so much, I already thought they attacked you, but as the alarm clock rang, you fell silent.
It became embarrassing. Highly.
“I often have nightmares at night,” I admitted reluctantly.
The woman looked with sympathy and asked the usual question:
- When will you be back?
- In two days. – Mood crept up. "And we're going home."
“That's how it is…” She smiled. - And I have collected a basket for you, I knew that you would not stay for breakfast. And I poured coffee into your thermos, but, Kim, it would be better if you chose something more reliable than glass ...
- This is a gift, - I interrupted the remark of the owner of the hotel, - it reminds me of the house.
I left the hotel in excellent spirits, carrying a thermos of coffee and a basket of sandwiches and muffins, the kind Mrs. McSalivan never left me hungry even when there was absolutely no time to eat.
And so I’m walking through the village square, exposing my face to the early cool breeze, not taking my evil eyes off Thad, who waved cheerfully and impudently, leaning out of the driver’s door window ... when suddenly Thad stops smiling and starts pointing me actively at something.
The morning was early, but noisy - a fish market, a market day in general, the ubiquitous Poles noisily discussing something in their hissing language, the dull roar of the Gaelic dialect of the local population, the roar of animals, and, well, the signal of our Discovery all-terrain vehicle that broke through the veil of noise ... I looked at Ted in bewilderment, and he slapped his forehead and pointed me aside ...
I slowly turn my head...
Screeching brakes!
A tangible blow to the thigh, and a thermos that flew into the windshield of a silver car that almost hit me ...
– Kim! Thad's cry sounded unexpectedly loud in the silence that descended on the square.
But I didn’t even turn around and, shocked by what had happened, continued to stand and watch the blur: coffee from a thermos rushed down the windshield of an expensive car in black streams ... Sticky streams, Mrs. McSullivan never spared sugar. And on the windshield, crackling, a crack grew ...
- Kimmy! - Thad flew up, grabbed his shoulders, shook him thoroughly. “Where were you looking, headless?”
Steve pulled him away from me and asked the exact opposite question:
I silently rubbed my thigh, the blow was weak, the owner of the car managed to slow down, and I was not injured, which could not be said about a silver and obviously extremely expensive car with tinted, almost black windows that completely hide the driver ...
