All Chapters of In the Darkness of City Blocks: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Julia looked ahead of her with an unseeing gaze. Sad look, even breathing, she seemed to freeze, thinking about what happened last night. The day was rapidly fading away, giving way to the second cycle. The body felt energized. But she paid no attention to it. Immersed in her thoughts, not noticing how her feelings took on a different form of sensitivity, more subtle and varied, sitting by Alud's bed, she gently squeezed his hand. About three hours ago his convulsions had stopped and he was sleeping peacefully. The wounds healed, leaving behind small whitish lines. The hand suddenly twitched. Julia, interrupting the course of her thoughts, carefully looked at Alud. Under thin skin, eyeballs moved. The eyelids lifted, gathering the skin into micro folds, exposing the shiny surface of the eye. A dark pupil with a burgundy cut looks ahead, a sharp look, filled with power. For a second, looking around the environment, simultaneously listening to his body, whether it was healthy, Alud turn

- Well, how are you? Good copy huh? says the obese man with a pleased expression on his face. He nods at the car parked near him. Nearby stands a man in a dark blue sweater. He examines the gleaming cocoa-bean-coloured car carefully. His gaze darts across the windshield, the rear-view mirrors, the seventeen-inch alloy wheels, the massive grille, the satisfied face of the interlocutor. His greasy cheeks seem about to burst and scatter fat over a shiny hood.- This is a new ZineLi-5 model, it is stuffed with electronics, how much did you pay for it? Asks a man with a sad look.“I gave enough to get around the city comfortably,” the fat man says, “you know, this office job is killing me, my cholesterol is going through the roof, I can’t walk anymore, and this car seems to be made for me, you know? I sat down in it, and fell in love, that's all I need. the man says, stroking the smooth lacquered side of the car. - Of course, I had to get into debt and take a couple of loans, but it's wort

Alud stopped, sniffed the area. The vampire stood behind him, staring into the darkness."Over that wall," the werewolf snarled softly. The vampire tilted his head up. His eyes shone brighter, a slight smirk lit up his face. A black raven sat on the roof.- And there is his guide sitting, I'll need him for us. Without waiting for an answer, the vampire vanished into thin air. Alud walked slowly towards the site of the recent skirmish with the hunter. A dark hole in the wall occasionally crumbled with small brick chips.- Still twitching, so alive. thought the werewolf. A short cry of a bird was heard from above. Brook-ta-man, lightly pushing off the walls, went downstairs, in his hands, trying in vain to free himself, a black raven kicked. The vampire carefully looked at the hole in the wall, someone's presence was really felt, but the Shadof artifact did not allow him to notice it.And how are we going to get him out of there? - asked the vampire, a little confused. Alud didn't answe

- In general, you correctly expressed Alud, but his blood flows in the werewolves, so we are “favorite ants”, therefore He will talk to us, and not burn us to ashes, – Duk grinned. Alud swallowed nervously. Going for advice to Volkodlak is comparable to going to the heart of a nuclear reactor.Alud felt like a man, because of the inability to use his strength and fear, penetrating him like a hundred thousand invisible needles. Suddenly, the torch illuminated a massive door of an incomprehensible appearance, the material from which the doors were sealed was impossible to determine by appearance, but the texture resembled cast iron, covered with cobwebs. Duke stopped. He stood for a moment and took a deep breath. He removes the chain from his chest, a key hangs on it, his hand directs the key into a narrow keyhole. Three turns clockwise, two in the opposite direction. The rumble of the mechanism opening the bolts, the door opens very slowly, the web breaks, the dust falls, raising smal

The cold beer was disappearing from the large glass mugs with surprising rapidity. John almost emptied his glass in one gulp, leaving some dark, frothy liquid at the bottom. Conrod is unhurried, eating freshly cooked meat. The light twilight of this small bar gave it a certain mystery and a sense of comfort. Small lamps, in the form of drops, like clusters of vines, hung from everywhere. The waiter brings another mug of unfiltered beer. The casual conversation of old friends continues. A slight ripple of intoxication ran through Conrod's head. John, too, was far away from him. He broke into a satisfied smile as he told another story. This time it was a story about a stoned taxi driver who mixed up the road and took the passenger into the forest, and then got scared and ran into the slums of trees. Whether it was true or not didn't matter. John had a very vivid way of telling such stories and, looking at his lively face, he involuntarily had to hold back a smile. At the last phrases, C