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It was strange to think about something irrelevant, when your eyes are looking at this house. This building seemed totally uninhabited, and, perhaps, so fascinated. Like a picture of a great artist - the usual sort of detail would cause aching pain in my chest . . . . . . He stood in front of this house and wondered: Who will come out of the open door with his hands clutching his misted leaf tree.
He was pounding with excitement, she wanted to run away from here, so that would light burst from the pain. Despite the fact that the old house was demolished, and the weeds in front of the house had disappeared, an unusual feeling of anxiety, always visited him when he passed this site is even intensified. For many years, suburban area was abandoned, overgrown with weeds and thorns to the sky; apples - high and dry " neroditsy" as pale, old ghosts wrapped in the weeds their skinny body. Now the old, dilapidated house with black windows failures demolished in its place built a neat little cottage. Steve knew that pry bad, but could not resist.
Sixteen, a tall boy, perfectly proportioned, with a dark complexion, tanned body, with blond, sun bleached hair, stood in one spot looking at a light - green eyes, a slightly ajar door and waited tensely.
For the first time he saw the doors of this new home open.
Even after building a new home for a year nobody has ever seen that in this house, someone lived. But today, walking past the house, Steve first noticed the door ajar. Curiosity bound him hand and foot. He decided to wait until someone comes out of this house. He felt like his muscles tensed.
Finally, his patience was rewarded: From behind the door a tall, clearly above his figure: dark, almost black hair, wavy curls falling on her shoulders, fair skin person thin, strong hands in a white T- shirt black jeans. " Girl" - with disappointment thought Steve. Just a silly girl. " However, looking more closely, he realized that was wrong. Beneath the thin T- shirt was not his chest - only to tense muscles, sharp, but obviously male nipple. Jeans so the canvas cover long, muscular legs, that the convexity in" the very place " you could tell that this guy.
A guy with a thin oval of a girls face, calm blue eyes, sensual bright pink lips.
The long, curved down to the eyebrows eyelashes, black hair reinforce feminine image. " Steve, even opening his mouth in amazement, he felt shock; anything like this guy has never seen. If not for some " signs" it would put ten dollars on something that is a very pretty girl, perhaps even a model. Imagine your thoughts, Steve blushed fiercely.
He just noticed that already studying a few minutes looking at the stranger, but he - on him.
Stephens childhood taught to restrain their emotions, hide the interest in people, and, in any case, do not stare at anyone so openly. The guy shifted from foot to foot, not knowing how to approach closer, say hello, or leave home. He felt idiot. As if it caught for stealing fruit in a strange garden.
Hard look stranger more inclined to escape, and immediately. Steven strangers gaze seemed so terrible that he was ready to sink into the earth. Steve has already intends to leave as the strangers voice. To his surprise, the voice does not necessarily represent the views, was not angry or irritable. And vice versa, perhaps even friendly.
As if such an interest in his person to show that feminine guy the most natural thing in the world. - Good day, you seem to be my neighbor?
Whats your name? - My name is Steven, I do live near you. - Well, neighbor, I was just going to dinner, do not want to join? Ive been recently, and, frankly, I feel a little lonely. He smiled strangely, as if ironically. Like I was the one in the universe. - I understand you - Steve for some reason could not tell him you are. This place is really terrible.
He looked around apprehensively.
The old, rotten trees, which somehow did not cut down, casting jagged shadows reminiscent lurking predators. - I do not mean it. - The owner went ahead of him, showing the road. Location does not matter. Im talking about the absence of society. The stranger inviting motioned to one of the elegant chairs, standing on the street, hidden from view from the streets of lilac bushes.
My name - Daniel - he introduced himself, going into the house. Stephen was a little offended that the house no one was going to invite. Soon Dan, smiling, and returned with a full tray of food. Carefully looking closer to the tray, Steve almost fell from my chair in amazement. Huge, solid silver.
He alone must be heavy.
And besides: food, a bottle of wine. And Dan is all carried with such ease, though a slight saucer. Hot sandwiches downright smoldering, exuding aromas of cream cheese, ketchup and sausages. Tempting chocolate cake stuck out the top, decorated with whipped cream. When Daniel smiled, his white, like porcelain teeth, once again reminded of Steves girl.
More precisely, unnatural beauty centerfold. Each of them, regardless of their actual appearance in the photographs looked like porcelain dolls in the store. " Damn! " - He thought. Stop comparing!
Daniel, without saying another word, looked after him, as a welcome visitor, who are struggling to serve, not forgetting about myself. Stephen had never seen that someone had eaten so much and not to give izamzanym ketchup and cream. Steve had to gently bite that had not oneself dirty, and his neighbor, eating carelessly, remained completely clean . . .
Steve decided somehow, when they learn better, ask how he did it. What would then hit his mother. From the door of the house ran a huge dog with yellow eyes. Steve nearly choked. He wanted to get his feet on a chair, and then climb the nearest tree. it was a diver with the face and jaws rotvellera Pit Bull - the association immediately came into his head.
But in reality, this terrible dog it was absolutely impossible not to compare. - Whats that? " - He exclaimed, pointing at the dog end of the sandwich. I have never seen such a rock. Daniel laughed, and threw the dog a sandwich.
Beast gracefully grabbed it on the fly, not migrated from the place one stroke the neck. His head jerked, as though devouring that resists and continues to live. Ketchup colored canines dog barking happily.
Steve froze in place, unable to tear from her eye. He is absolutely hunger. - I do not think, Steve, that you ever even see a rock. Because these dogs do not exist anymore!
The dog, too, stared at him, elongated neck and twitched his nose. - David, get me a tape! - He shouted. The dog disappeared into the house, and a couple of minutes back, his teeth on the handle huge, heavy tape. Putting it at the feet of the master, the dog lay down immediately, looking fondly eyes on the table. The owner put his paws a whole plateful of sandwiches, and then turned on the tape. The tape began to turn, poured a nice, soothing melody.
The young man involuntarily felt as if nothing disturbing in the surrounding his strange personality was not.
Peace enveloped his colorless mist. As half- asleep, when reality has already disappeared, giving way to dreams, but his mind had not yet left, flashing a weak spark, Stephen saw Daniel cut the cake, he pulls up a bit, pour into a large glass of red as blood wine. He raised his glass and looked at the wine into the light, Steve saw that it shone like a ruby in the sun.
Although the sun is not there. It is set behind the fluffy rain clouds, which made the evening gloom descended on the land before time. Somehow, not thinking more about the glowing wine, Stephen calmly drank it, and immediately felt a slight burning sensation in the mouth. As if the wine was hot, like coffee or tea. But, again, a moment later an unusual feeling disappeared. " Im probably sick and delirious" - thought Steve.
And, indeed, his head was beginning to break up, as happens at high temperature. - Can I water? - The guy is dispersed rubbed his forehead. - Water? Sorry, do not keep in the water. Would you like lemonade?
Obeying the command, scary dog brought into the teeth of an icy bottle of Coca- Cola. Drank from it, not forgetting to wipe with a cloth, which he handed Dan, humid place, remaining after the dogs mouth, Stephen felt better. Coca- Cola had a sobering effect upon him. He realized that a few hours sitting in the company are absolutely unknown to him man, who had long been silent, just looking at him.
Strange looks.
Steve was embarrassed, she looked at the dog, who was staring at the happy owner. - And this dog loves you very much, and listen.
Are not you afraid one day be without a hand? If he suddenly angry . . . Bulterery, they say, is horrible, but this dog seems to be much worse. Daniel laughed, throwing back his head. - What are you, hes my dog, and I am his boss. Can we change places?
Besides, he loves me, and give life, if I want. - And what you love most? - For no apparent reason asked Steve. - Yes, many. Others - hate or fear. Although it is often love and hate are so closely intertwined that it is difficult to develop some of the two dominant feelings in the individual.
And if you take the passion, to her often mixes revulsion. Love is often hard, but still, it all to aspire. - Daniel said slowly, looking into the distance, probably confiding to him their innermost thoughts.
Steve is accustomed to the restraint in relations, especially when talking strangers to each other.
Therefore, he again confused. - You look like an angel - suddenly escaped from Stephen. Having said this, he blushed with embarrassment and quickly shoved into his mouth even a sandwich and reached for the cake, as if to shut his mouth in the literal sense of the word. Dan poured him some more wine, not even turning. Steve was stunned. - How do you see where my glass, and how to guess his edge?
You could pour me a glass of wine, generally not looking at the table! Some focus. Steve felt a slight fear of being misunderstood what happened. - You are wrong - quickly replied Dan. I watched, only peripheral vision. Youre not looking at me, so you and thought.
Or maybe youre already a little drunk. Wine matured. He was more than a hundred years. - Lord Imagine how much did it then there must be! - Guy with involuntary respect looked at his companion. - Can I ask a question incorrect. - Speak up, I promise to keep you alive if you get . . . - Dan smiled, showing that his word - just a joke. - Do you, do you, that is . . .
Steve then a long silence, gathering courage, wondering whether to raise the issue at all. Finally, he decided, the curiosity is too tormented him. You have such an extraordinary person, that it is difficult at first glance to decide to whom it belongs, a woman or a man. - Yes, I already reported by the " good people" . You know, I always thought the beauty of a certain kind of ugliness. - I offended you? - Steve felt like a villain, who in return for their hospitality and a sumptuous dinner accuses his interlocutor that is given from birth and it is difficult to alter. Dans face grew serious in the eyes of clotted blue, splashed sadness.
He was ready to cry - at least so it seemed to Steve.
But, peering intently into his face, he realized that the daylight makes his eyes so shine.
As if they were full of tears.
He did not look at him and stared into nowhere, into one driven by his dark worlds . . . worlds of his thoughts. - Yes, I agree that I look strange . . .
Some of my appearance seem repulsive . . . - Not for me! - Stephen said quickly, not knowing why. I put people in a difficult position: they are painfully slow can not understand how me obraschatsya: Mr. or Miss, often restricted to neutral, like: " Hey, you, or something like that . . . " - I should not say this. I entered tactless. - Stephen said, more than anything else wishing to end this unpleasant conversation. - But honestly. Daniel looked at himself. - Okay, now Im male. - I think you . . .
Very beautiful! - Steve blushed. Ive never seen anyone more beautiful than you - stumbling, he continued to say it, thinking to myself, what does it fly its bite, and not whether she was mad. With a smile, but there was a silence, Dan poured him another glass. Steves last memory about that night was that they were with Dan passionately kissing.
Then he remembered himself standing on the other side of the gate. Deng calmly, coolly, as if nothing unusual had happened, invited him to visit him when he wants.
As he reached the house, and had told him about this mother, left a dark stain. All night I dreamed Steve very bad dreams. The key to his dreams was a fire. He saw the inside of craters of volcanoes, at a time when lava began to erupt. I saw a kernel of distant stars.
He dreamed of countless fires. In his dream he heard the noise of burning wood, the smell of burning flesh.
His mouth was thick, but not the strength to stand up The next morning in their small town there was a case of self- immolation attracted to their small American town a lot of reporters. Purley Atkins, a very pretty girl, the queen of local discos and parties, went to the lake. Beside him, a half- day found her shoes, skirt, blouse and pants in a pile of ashes.
Earth and the grass around the blackened by the intense heat. Ash formed the contours of seductive female body. Woman found only in the teeth.
Meadow - a favorite spot for picnics - fenced in, the police, the FBI scurried around with a bewildered faces. People have the impression that the police had a favorite gesture of shrugging his shoulders, and, idiotically puzzled face. Steve stood in the forefront of the curious. He vaguely remembered his dream, but I tried even in thought not to carry out logical parallels.
He kept his eyes like ashes, like a woman, fanned by the wind as he hastily collected in bags. He almost vomited. In the evening a mysterious force pulled him to the house of a neighbor.
The silence that reigned around him surprised. Such still air usually prevails in cemeteries, or in confined spaces.
There was no audible beeps cars off the road, no chirping of birds, even the rustle of leaves. There was not even the wind.
Raw, gray gloom wrapped in leaves . . . " I guess I have lost his nerve - he thought Steve . - So I think all terrible. The gate swung slowly, but screeched. As if obeying some unknown force, the guy went inside, breathing heavily, quickly walked past the bushes reach out for him ravenous paws - a branch.
The door of the house was open, so much that she had been discovered by someone running away. Anxiety gripped Steve. Concerned for his friend, he immediately ran into the house, instead of what would call him, waiting on the threshold The house was dark. On the street a cloud covered the sky.
Trees scratched on the window, as if sharpening his claws on them.
Squeak, squeak. A spiral staircase leading upstairs.
Steve looked around, opened the kitchen door: washed dishes lay on the shelves, no one.
With her heart beat, mad Steve yelled: " Dan! " And he ran upstairs. When you open the door, Steve fell back sharply, as if almost stepped on a snake. On the bed, prostrate, lay the naked body of Daniel Linens on the bed was of white silk, why all the anatomical details stood out especially clearly.
Narrow hips, white leather, the triangle of hair at the bottom.
Steve felt the heat, flow in all its organs. He suddenly realized that he saw the body of a hermaphrodite.
Under the male members were ruby vagina . . . Dan, as in delirium whispered strange words in Latin. The dog had pushed him onto the bed.
Horrified, he tried to escape, but Dan grabbed him and drew to itself. Hot kiss almost brought a guy crazy. - Help me complete the ritual, otherwise burned and rugi people . . . A lot of people! Steve was beside himself, pounced on the body.
Passion to make his case, the strangeness of the situation, sex, added thrills. But what awaits him then? That same demon, devil spawn, he kills him!
So Steve was trying harder to tire him, kissed and caressed as possible dolshe.
Silnee. Slowing down your orgasm. But the excitement turned stronger.
He finished, and sprawled on the bed exhausted . . .
Thats the end - vaguely thought emu. No Daemon, jumped up, stood on the sill.
The fire burned the house from lightning. From the window came down the heat, where he was Hell. The tall, gleaming gold mountains, steaming volcanoes, emitting smoke and lava flowing down the blood down to black.
Language of light: blue, like a cubbyhole, yellow like the sun, orange like fire . . Demon mounted on the dog became the winged creatures, and fly a farewell glance says a lot about having fun. About love . . .
When the firemen carried the body of Steves house, they noticed with astonishment that it, in spite of the almost completely burned down the house, not a single burn. But when they carried him out through the window, the house a few minutes later completely disintegrated, scattering a pile of coals.
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