Rallies of the last salute volleys over the Neva have just died down. In the ensuing silence, the joyful shouts, laughter and hubbing of the crowd seemed feigned and irrelevant, but gradually the ear adapted to the usual sound background and all the night sounds merged into a unique symphony of the festive May night. Palaces, temples, monuments, ships on the Neva and canals, shop windows, lanterns on broad avenues and blackened parks shone with thousands of lights. Nick was at the epicenter of this extravaganza, in the thick of the crowd in the Palace Square. From here he conditionally began his hunt today. Today he will have a real feast. In the crowd he best felt the urgency of his loneliness and his superiority over this herd.

Nick slowly sniffed the cool, humid air from the embankment. Fresh blood. This fragrance can not be confused with anything. He instantly caused a sweet dope in his head, a hungry stomach cramp and a surge of saliva in his mouth. Under the upper lip swollen tubercles fangs, reacted to a potential victim. Nick instinctively straightened his shoulders, lightly clenched his fists in his pockets and turned his head, kneading his neck in anticipation of the hunt.

For some time he walked, pushing through the crowd, focusing only on his nose and enjoying the blind pursuit. He was disturbed by the smell of the street — exhaust fumes, smoke from salute, human food, human bodies, perfume ... but the blood smelled the most. She called him.

The young man licked his lips. He knew that he was pursuing a girl of eighteen, a brunette, dark-skinned, black-eyed, in good physical shape, something wound up, and a virgin. He heard the beats of her heart and frequent breathing through hundreds of meters separating them from each other. When the distance between them was reduced to eight or ten meters, Nick looked in her direction. Thin as a reed, but not feminine, springy gait, head landing - proud, correct posture, tight press, shoulders straightened, even though she awkwardly presses her arm to her chest ... wounded ... Nick felt changed the taste of his saliva, which entered the anesthetic. The sharp tips of the upper canines rested on the lower lip, the lower canines opened their clenched jaw, causing teeth to creak and slightly change the bite. In the whole body I felt a surge of strength and full readiness for persecution. The pants became cramped from erection. He opened his mouth and breathed in the scent of a girl with a full breast.

She was wearing tight leggings under jeans, which emphasized her slim legs, flat stomach, tight buttocks. The short sports jacket hid the outlines of a thin waist and rounded high breasts. Long, thick hair was pulled together in a tight, fluffy tail at the back of his head, which was passed over a strap that adjusts the width of the baseball cap. The face is hidden by a long visor pulled down to the very nose. However, from the back of her face all the same it was impossible to make out. The girl slowly moved along the direction of the crowd to the subway. One What a luck...

Nick smiled and called. He called as only vampires can call, enticing, exciting, promising. The victim began to look around uneasily. The strength of this call has not yet been familiar to her and it has not even occurred to her to resist this force. She slowed down, and he turned off the main street into the nearest alley, stopped and called again. There were too many people here too, so it was too early to attack. It was necessary to lure her into a dark and deserted place where he could enjoy the taste of her life without any witnesses.

After waiting for two minutes, Nick finally saw her: the girl came to the very middle of the alley, looking out for someone among the passers-by with doubt and anxiety. She herself could not understand her feelings.Her heart was pounding like a frightened canary, the wound ached and throbbed too, but the strange call from nowhere worried her much more. She did not notice Nick, and he calmly turned around and slowly walked away into the darkness, to the place where he was met with satisfaction of hunger and peace, at least for a while. He felt a connection with her even with his back. Now his mind controlled her feelings, he sang to her the divine melody of passion, love, the blissful reunion of the male and the female, which all living creatures who want to get rid of their loneliness sing. So sing instincts long forgotten by man.

Nick led her for a long time through the night city, enjoying his solemn beauty, his power and agonizing anticipation, from which the blood ran through the veins faster, all the muscles came to tone and cheeks glowed hotly in the wind. Finally, the case brought him to the arch, leading to one of the courtyards, wells, which is famous for the northern capital. There he dived under the shade of the trees hanging over the leaning bench, and stood, leaning his back on the old maple and calling her one last time. The place was perfectly suited for a bloody feast: not a single flashlight in sight, dark sockets of the windows of an empty building, an abandoned playground with a rusty, long-lasting creaking swing, a lost wind chasing bits of debris on the broken asphalt. Soon her soft footsteps were heard very close, almost soundless thanks to comfortable sports shoes. The call that brought her here, suddenly died down, and she looked around in amazement, not understanding why she came here.

“You were looking for me,” Nick answered the question that tormented her.

- you? Who you are? I don't understand anything ...

- That I called you.

- What for?

Nick stepped out of the shadows and appeared before the girl in all his spectacular appearance of the capital dandy: a short light open coat overcoat made of fine soft wool; white shirt on the figure; narrow black tie; perfectly sitting leather pants with a heavy buckle; low boots with a wide shaft in a military style; shoulder-length thick hair with blond curls fluttering in the wind and randomly falling on the picture-beautiful face. He read in her eyes what impression he had made on her. The girl was clearly from the impressionable windy fools, at first glance, falling down on spectacular dudes like him. His proximity agitated her, and he, not without pleasure, sucked in his nose the delicate scent of her excitement and trembling. Her face was no less attractive than her chiseled figure: huge almond-shaped oriental eyes, velvety black, brilliant; small straight nose; a beautiful oval face with a pointed chin; a small neat mouth with figured contoured lips. On a well-groomed golden-brown skin a single gram of cosmetics. She didn’t need her. She was barely as tall as his height, and generally referred to the type of miniature flirtatious fashionistas that men like to wear on their hands. It is strange how such a beauty still managed to preserve innocence. Was she genuine virtue inherent in her? Nick looked at her not without pleasure. Even a little pity was such beauty, but dozens of years of murder turned it into a monster incapable of empathy, so pity and sympathy quickly disappeared when the stomach cramped from hunger due to such close and desired smell of fresh blood. He impatiently bit his lower lip.

“To kill you,” he replied after a prolonged pause and gave her a smile, cold as death itself. He took a step towards her. She stunned back, but in some fraction of a second the predator swooped down on her like a furious hurricane and squeezed in suffocating embraces, aiming her teeth precisely at the artery pulsing around her neck.

This rarely happened to him, but at some point in fact he let the situation out of control and allowed himself to relax.So many times, he successfully and completely free performed this enticing act - murder for the sake of satiation, which apparently allowed himself to lose vigilance. And was it worth to expect resistance from a puny, fluffy girl with a wounded arm? In general, Nick suddenly felt a sharp and painful injection in the neck. This bitch seems to have managed to somehow get ahead of his bite and something to hurt him, and even dodge his teeth, because they loudly sounded just a centimeter ...