“We can catch him in your house.” - concluded Cassandra - If he knows about all this.

“I think it's worth checking out.”

***

During most of the trip, an awkward silence reigned in the car. Finally, when the dead silence in the air became completely unbearable, Oliver, having gathered his courage, decided to start the conversation all the same. True, he began with a rather distant topic.

“Well, shouldn't you have called for help or something like that?”

The corner of Cassandra’s mouth twitched slightly in a hint of scornful grin.

- We have nothing but your desire to make sure that your precious IskIn remained safe and sound. Most likely, the thieves do not know anything about you. So why bother people?

- As you say. - shrugged Merce. There was silence in the cabin again - Oliver could not ask the question that concerned him. Only when they were approaching the high-rise in which Oliver lived, did he finally collect his thoughts.

- Hmm ... Say ... Do you have someone appeared after our separation? - stuttered uttered Merce.

Cassandra gave him a sidelong glance and had already taken a breath to respond — surely some kind of mocking comment — but then the car stopped abruptly. More precisely - it was stopped. The asphalt around the car suddenly exploded into a fountain of shrapnel, and dozens of green shoots burst from the ground, which closed over the car like a trap and literally impressed it into the ground. And, although the speed of the car was not very high, it was enough for Cassandra, who was a security measure with an original vampire scorn, to fly out through the windshield onto the pavement and froze on the road with a broken doll.

Cursing, Oliver quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, and, as the doors were wedged with vines, knocked out the remains of the windshield and climbed onto the hood of the car, looking around.

His attention was immediately attracted by the figure, wrapped in a raincoat, standing right on the road, in the path of the car. The face was not visible from behind the hood, but Merce felt that a stranger (or a stranger) was also considering him. After a second pause, Cloak, apparently, decided on further actions and raised his hand a little to the Oliver side, obviously intending to create something bad.

It is not known what the strange type was going to do and what Oliver would have to do about it. Most likely Merce would have been melted by some combat spell, but at that moment the vampire, lying motionless between Oliver and the Cloak, pushed off the ground with a slight crunch, leaping to her feet in one motion. Hearing this sound, Oliver grimaced - the vampire's regeneration worked beyond all praise, straightening and returning broken bones, but the sound effects accompanying this process were extremely unpleasant.

The cloak quickly re-evaluated the current situation. If before that he hardly knew who this girl had flown out of a car window, now, looking at the cherry-colored eyes that were lit up with unhealthy sheen and Cassie’s predatory grin, it was impossible to make a mistake. And no matter how steep a magician this stranger was, he did not intend to enter into a fight with the supreme vampire, located only five meters away from him.

So without completing his pompous wave of his hand, he hastily snatched something from his pocket and threw a small object under his feet. A small flash flashed, and Cassandra, having overcome the distance between them in an instant, grabbed only clouds of black smoke, quickly dissipating in space.

Oliver, who had not even had time to twitch during all these events, ran up to the girl, stopping for a couple of steps, cautiously looking at the vampire who stood in some unnatural tension.

- Cass? - he called the girl - How are you?

She didn't even turn her head, but Oliver still heard her quiet answer:

- Ollie ... - in her voice, serious tension stiffened, and trembling waves rolled over her body. - Went nafig from here ... And quickly.

Oliver instantly realized what was happening. Having spent her energy recovering from a crash, Cassandra needed to be replenished ... which meant a painful feeling of hunger for a vampire.

Cassie Oliver did not follow the completely wise advice. Instead, grabbing her arm, he rushed to his porch. Leave a hungry vampire on the street, he was not going to. Kassndra obediently ran after him, not resisting at all - now all her forces were going to fight with their instincts.

Running into the apartment, Oliver hastily slammed the door, pushed the girl on the sofa, and he rushed to the shelves, where he kept all the junk that he collected during the rest of the main projects.

- Do not flicker so you provoke me. - Dumbly cast girl.

“Well, do something,” Oliver said irritably. “You still have glass fragments sticking out of your shoulders, scratching.”

Cassandra snorted sarcastically, but dutifully took off her shirt, which turned out to be a tight black shirt, and began to pull a few glass splinters out of her hands.

Oliver finally found what he was looking for. Skein steel color cord. Holding it in his hands, he turned to Cass.

“It won't hold me,” she answered immediately, divining his intentions.

- We'll see. - grinned Oliver - New development of Avina.

- Whom? - the girl did not understand, but Merce did not explain, wrapping the outstretched hands with a strange rope. She carefully wrapped around the wrists of the girl. There were no knots - the rope seemed magnetized to itself, grabbing the vampire into not very tight, but strong bonds.

Having finished wrapping Cass's hands with a rope, Oliver retreated a couple of steps, and only this saved him. Without even trying to break the rope, the girl promptly jumped up from the sofa and rushed at him.

— Knox! - only had time to shout out a command to Oliver, already feeling how the fingers of a vampire touch the neck.

The rope jerked sharply upward, clinging to a steel plate fixed to the ceiling, dragging the girl's hands along with her. With a cry, she momentarily froze in an unnatural position — barely touching the floor with her toes, and then huddled, trying to break the bonds. Fortunately for Oliver, the rope held.

Finally, the girl calmed down and hung helplessly in the air. Black mop of hair covered his face, but Oliver felt a hungry look with which Cass literally burned through him.

Wandering around the vampire in a wide arc, Oliver approached her from behind and began to gently pull out the remaining shards of glass from her shoulders and neck. Small wounds healed immediately, leaving no trace. Everything happened in absolute silence.

While he was doing this, the atmosphere in the room changed somewhat. She did not become less tense, just became ... different.

Finished with the shards, Oliver ran his hands over his neck, shoulders, and Cassandra’s hands, making sure he didn’t miss anything. Behind this, he did not even notice that the pose of the girl had changed somewhat. Slightly pushing off the floor, arching her back, she pressed her ass slightly against him, swaying from side to side. (Erotic stories) Oliver's hands lowered themselves, down, touching the girl's waist.

Exhaling sharply, Cassandra suddenly turned her head in his direction, so that he saw half of her face. Cherry eyes no longer expressed animal starvation, and even sharp canines looking out from the open lips looked not so frightening. Now her expression was a little mocking and evaluating, as if she was asking, "Come on, what will you do now?"

Virtually unaware of his actions, Oliver automatically lifted the edges of her T-shirt, running his hand over the slightly velvety velvet skin of the vampire, slipping further on his stomach, pressing her to his whole body. Cassie made half-purring-half-shrieking sounds and, bending over with her whole body, turned ... Read more →