Warm streams of water fell on the face, gathered in rivulets and fell off the chin by small waterfalls. Intertwined in the hair and dragging them along, turned into a blue-black stream. Warm streams rushed through the chest, bending around elastic roundness, swept across the stomach and were lost between the legs. Only for a moment, then slid on the slender legs, twisted thin ankles and rushed away.

The fresh, invigorating smell of foam tickled the nostrils, awakening strength and energy for a new morning. The sensation of the peculiarity of today has not left her since the very awakening. Uncertainty, excitement and foreboding of adventures excited and included imagination, pulling out the wildest dreams from the depths of consciousness. She had already begun to sort through options for possible events, scenes, characters and heroes flashed through her head. Some trick was intuitively felt. This turned out even stronger, it covered the excitement of the player, seasoned with increasing excitement. The hand was already slowly sliding down the abdomen, breathing became faster, thoughts already flowed farther and farther away.

- Natasha, your coffee is ready. A voice came from behind the bathroom door.

- I'm going. - answered the girl with obvious regret.

Wiping herself with a fluffy towel, Natasha threw on the same fluffy bathrobe and left.

A cup of black coffee stood on the countertop, spreading intoxicating aroma through the kitchen. The girl took a cup, a bag of still hot croissants and went out onto the terrace of the house. She sat on the sofa, put the coffee on the glass table. Stretching her long slender legs along the couch, she stretched her whole body with pleasure and looked at the garden with a smile.

Spring, as usual, was late and it flourished at the beginning of May. It was warm, the trees were decorated with fresh greens. The land dried up, lost its traditional spring laxity, and acquired a delicate green carpet. The people of the city went to the cottages, and someone went to the beaches of warm seas.

Natasha and her family were no exception, and for all the May holidays she went to the “family residence”. So they jokingly called the old cottage, which was inherited by Natasha's great-grandfather during the turbulent and active youth of the Soviet government for some outstanding services, and it remained so. If earlier there was a provincial village in the deep suburbs, lost in dense forests, now it is an expensive trendy area. A large area, overgrown with centuries-old pines, a large garden, everyone felt at home here. This place was filled with energy and strength. Despite numerous offers, they did not sell the cottage. First there were people "from the most important ...", then "new Russians", then there were proposals of newly minted oligarchs. There were threats, and blackmail, and OMON “masks of the show,” but all this passed very quickly. With all those wishing to receive a summer house, accidents occurred, most often ending in sudden death. Over time, the house was fixed very sinister glory, his eyes were called a crypt. But the inhabitants of this "crypt" was spit on it.

Natasha these neighbors gossip and village gossip cared little, more precisely, did not care at all. She loved this place very much, here she was “charging”. From early childhood, she spent most of the warm season here. And during the year on weekends and holidays tried to come here. She knew every bush by the road, every ditch and almost all neighbors. The surrounding forests were also familiar to her as their own pockets. Glades, ravines, streams, grottoes and even caves with adits, Natasha surveyed them all. She particularly highlighted the ancient stone workings on the bank of a forest stream. Deep departing tunnels, where the only inhabitants were bats, dry and surprisingly warm at any time of the year. There was no rubbish, inscriptions and other rubbish left by visitors, nobody knew about this cave.

- Natasha - called Natasha's mother Eleonora Viktorovna, - Margarita Pavlovna called, asked about you, said that she missed. Take her some yummy food? I will collect.

- Of course, come on. I'll get dressed for now. - Natasha turned around and went to her room.

After some time, she was already walking down the stairs dressed. Dressed it could be called very conditionally. A light white short blouse exposed a smooth, flat stomach, and an open collar allowed to appreciate and enjoy the rounded shapes of a far smaller chest. The short Scottish skirt sat very low on the hips, showing the bat tattoo on the rump. Long legs are shod in lightweight sneakers. The image of the depraved schoolgirl was perfectly combined with Natasha's completely non-childish forms. Tall, slender, strong, with a large elastic chest and straight black hair falling down on his shoulders. Black thin raised eyebrows, tender sensual lips and, like two shining stars, eyes, light gray with a bluish metallic sheen.

Natasha entered the kitchen. Giving her daughter a quick, assessing glance, Eleonora Viktorovna chuckled with satisfaction.

- Just do not forget to erase their memory. - with a smile, reminded her mother. Natasha smiled predatoryly and nodded.

- I remember.

Eleonora Viktorovna finished packing blood bags in a thermo bag. There were not many, just a sign of respect for a relative. Natasha hung a bag on her shoulder and went out into the garden.

Margarita Pavlovna lived in a nearby village, and it was possible to get to her by car in 20 minutes, on the main road through the railway station. Or walk along the path through the forest. Natasha was in no hurry, especially since the first signs of hunger were already felt, so the path through the forest was chosen. In winter and in bad weather, this path was almost never used, and now, with the onset of heat, there are significantly more people willing to take a walk through the forest. That is what Natasha was counting on. At such moments she felt like a real Little Red Riding Hood, especially since there were very good reasons for this.

Father told family stories more than once. So she found out that her ancestral roots were from Italy, of course, everything was mixed up now, but so far there was something Italian in her features. As befits the Italian aristocrats, her ancestors had a lot of interesting entertainment: hunting, duels, feasts and vendetta. Blood feud hot blood is not less, but much more courtly balls and intrigues. Death gathered a rich harvest from the enemies of the clan of the Natasha family of ancestors, as well as among the clan members themselves. Therefore, it was not difficult, though not necessary, to find someone responsible for the death of a relative, you can simply declare a vendetta for the entire genus of your enemies and start the fun. To highlight the victims of this blood feud, a label was invented - a red cap. To their victim, they removed a round flap of skin from the skull, and the naked red flesh of the unfortunate was reminiscent of red cardinal hats.

The clan knew and feared. There were not many people willing to announce counter vendetta. But intimidation would not be the most important in these bloody showdowns. The main thing was the blood itself.

The victim was turned off, either physically deafening with a blunt object or blocking with a mental blow. While the victim was alive, you can drink or collect her blood. Then another living victim was scalped and killed. The bloody spectacle made it possible to conceal the true blood loss of the victim well and convince the pursuers to refuse to search for the killers of the vampire clan.

She walked along the side of the road with a light, unhurried gait, shaking her hips, forcing the edges of an already short skirt to take off. Drivers slowed down, looking at the delicious beauty, offered a ride, but were contemptuously ignored. Particularly persistent were awarded such a destructively derogatory look that they preferred to quickly retire. The guy on the bike on the opposite side of the road staring and flew into a ditch. Natasha liked such attention, she gladly shone and bathed in admiration, but did not like all these small types.She did not have any special masculine image, but she was always attracted by strong strong men who were able to make obey and tremble.

- Do not walk around along the side of the road. There are enough freaks here. - deep deep voice with a light ...