"Freda Warrington - A Taste of Blood Wine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Warrington Freda)

onto the ground; the impact was painful, but it did no harm. Kristian
fell beside him.
In human shape again, the two vampires picked themselves up from
the mud of the battlefield and stood a few feet apart. Kristian
radiated anger like a furnace, but Karl stared past him into the
distance, feeling empty, only wishing his unwanted companion did
not exist.
"Say something to me, Karl," Kristian said eventually. "To fight me
so hard you must be full of anger."
"Is that all you want from me? A reaction?"
"Yes! Anything!"
"Why should I give you even that?" Karl said coldly. "I did not ask
to be taken into this existence."
"Does a child ask to be born? I have made you a feather in God's
dark wings. In His name, I have given you eternal life!"
"How long have you lived, a few hundred years?" said Karl. "You
have not the faintest conception of what the word 'eternal' could
possibly mean. No one has."
Karl thought for a moment that he had won. Kristian's luminous
rage was born of his inability to shake Karl's indifference. Karl
added, "I'll never come back to you, Kristian, because I feel nothing
for you. Why can't you accept it? I ask nothing of you except to be
left alone."

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Kristian moved towards him, his voice ominously low. "I alone
have the power to destroy those I create. You would not be the first
to go into the Weisskalt, don't think yourself so special."
"I believe you would carry out your threat, if I made you angry
enough," said Karl. "I no longer care, that's all."
Kristian's expressive face relaxed. "You are a liar, my beloved. You
care." He came close enough for Karl to feel the soft, resentful
breath on his cheek. The older vampire's presence was oppressive, a
wall of blackness across the sky. Karl hid the despair that pierced
him. "You may not be afraid for yourself, but what about the ones
you love? The sins of the fathersтАж " He opened and closed his
hands expressively, his skin gleaming through the dirt in bone-white
lines.
"There is no one left."
"Don't pretend Ilona means nothing!" Kristian exclaimed. "There, I
have only to mention her name to see the pain in your eyes."
Karl kept the anxiety out of his voice, but it was a struggle. "You
love her. You would not harm her."
"Wouldn't I?" Kristian said savagely. "How else can I make you
understand, that I would make any sacrifice to bring you back?"
Karl turned to him in shock, giving Kristian his brief moment of
triumph.