Running was easy. Even enjoyable despite the clothes. Oddly enough, but it was worth passing a small part of the day naked, and now the clothes on the body were perceived as something alien. True, this was also facilitated by the fact that the clothes were dirty and it was the dirt of other people. Whose scent was so easy to smell
Having attacked the winner of the fight and killed him, Alexander drank the blood and learned a lot of interesting things. Too much - as it turned out, absorbing the memories, emotions, feelings, and knowledge of an intelligent creature is not the same as doing this with an animal. When all this information poured into him, it seemed to him that he was drowned in the sea, and this sea was completely alien to him. Having drained the man, Alexander let go of the dead body, and when it fell, he fell next to him. The exact time that he lay next to his victim, he did not undertake to name, but for about half an hour he just lay there and absorbed everything that the blood gave him. During this time, two of the wounded died. But this did not stop him from digesting the knowledge that had fallen on him. It could well be said that Alexander caught the parish, as drug addicts say. But whether this is so, and whether the sensations were similar, he could not say, since he had never used drugs in that other world. Exactly another world. After all, now he was not on Earth. This world was called Odia and it was at the feudal stage of its development. And even magic was here. I didn't want to laugh at this circumstance. The man, whose blood Alexander drank, knew about magic, saw its manifestations, knew a lot about the world, as he was an old and experienced mercenary. He saw elves and goblins. He had heard of various creatures, including those that lived in the area. But he had never heard of vampires. It frightened and rejoiced at the same time. Having mastered the memory of the blood, the vampire wanted to think about what he now knew, but the movements of one of the wounded brought him to his senses and made him hurry.
Jumping up from the ground, he quickly walked from body to body, and on each, dead and alive, he did the same procedure - he applied his hand to the wound. The skin absorbed blood as well as before, and just as greedily and insatiably. Nineteen bodies lay on the road, seven of them were still alive. As it turned out, the blood of the dead also gave all information about the owner and also brought strength. And also - assimilating the memory of blood was not so overwhelming. And if he just spent half an hour to move away from the emotions and memories of one person, then the next eighteen he learned instantly in time, although he experienced a lot of different sensations that almost stopped his inner time. It seemed that years passed between the moment when he applied his hand to the wound and the moment when he removed it, although this was partially the case, because in those few seconds that he held his hand on the wound, he was experiencing the whole life of a person - from the very birth to the very moment of death, with all emotions, sensations, knowledge. Now he knew how to shoot a bow, fight with swords, knew how to make a fire, and knew that the Osh fruit tasted completely disgusting until you washed it in water and boiled it. He knew a whole bunch of things, from small to great. And most importantly, he now knew as many as two languages spoken in this area.
Alexander simply hit the wounded man, who began to move, on the head and he passed out. After looking around the place of mutual carnage, he, first of all, began to rummage through the clothes of the soldiers, and these were precisely two detachments of soldiers who had started a small war in the forest. Naturally, they arranged it not of their own free will, but at the behest of their employers. Local kingdoms fought, and the units that met in this wild forest served different warring parties. Quickly finding people similar in build, Alexander took off their armor and clothes and put them on. It was disgusting to wear something worn by another person, especially considering that they had not heard about the concept of hygiene here. In general, I had to look for pants with great care. The first three much-needed items of clothing were not only heavily soiled by their previous owners, but very badly - they smelled unbearably of feces. Recently acquired knowledge gave him a solution - one of the vigilantes purchased new leather pants just five days ago. Approaching the corpse he was looking for, he was convinced that his knowledge had not let him down - his pants were new, and the man was a little bigger than him in size. But deciding that more is not less, Alexander pulled off his pants from his body and put them on. The shirt from this body was mercilessly torn into footcloths, the boots were taken off a young guy of about twenty (in fact, he was not even seventeen, which Alexander knew for sure) and turned out to be just right, like a light leather jacket from the same guy. To find a shirt I had to walk around, but I could not find one that was not stained with blood, so the cleaner one was chosen. After that, the new image was supplemented with a solid sling and a good sword, or rather the best sword of those with which these warriors were armed. After getting dressed, I began to think about what to do next. He knew that both groups were scouts and that those who sent them would not appear here until tomorrow night. It took almost a day to collect all the trophies, give people to drink the blood of the wounded, and cover their tracks. So now they should have returned to the camp. And the question arose: what to take with you? At first, I wanted to take the wounded with me, then I thought about clothes, and then I remembered the general advice, after which he went into this reconnaissance. Weapon. We must take the weapon and distribute it to like-minded people, they must be brought here. It should not be allowed that bawlers like Alexei Gennadievich or hysterical Olga Viktorovna have power over the crowd. If they were on Earth, Alexander would not even have thought to challenge the supremacy of his boss, but here everything was different. Therefore, it was worth thinking about power or influence on it. For the time being, those who are stronger will have power. The weapon and power given by blood made it possible to believe that he and those who think on the same wavelength with him would be stronger. Therefore, quickly grabbing several swords, axes, and a couple of spears with a bow, he set off on his way back to the place where they appeared in this world and became vampires.
*****
The most important thing is, of course, to identify with like-minded people. The spontaneous advice provided a wealth of information for thought. People were confused and did not know what to do, did not know who to listen to; giving them a general idea and not allowing them to choose from too many options, according to Alexander, now was the best solution to the problem. He didn't like it, but he didn't see any other options, so he returned to thinking about like-minded people. Friends-colleagues came to his mind first. Then there was the other couple who spoke at the meeting. Somehow he liked them.
It remains to resolve the organizational issue. How exactly to transfer weapons to these people and take them to the place of the battle. His little experience of the last hours showed that blood is the main value, which means that the latter is even more important than weapons.
He was not absent for long, but Alexei Gennadievich during this time could well begin to win people over to his side. Alexander never doubted him as a leader. Now it was not clear what he would meet on his return to the camp. You may have to resolve cases by force. He did not want this, he understood that in his old life he despised such people, but now that was exactly what he had to do. I never thought before that it would suddenly become important for him to take responsibility for such a large number of people and take care of their welfare.
It turned out to be extremely easy to run in its tracks - the smell of fresh urine was easily distinguished in the general cacophony of forest smells. The time spent on the run allowed him to think things over. Now he could choose between several options. But he still did not know what to do, and his destination was getting closer and closer.
*****
Fate decreed for him. As it turned out, after he went into reconnaissance, the disputes in the camp did not stop, although they passed into the stage of conversations between individuals, and not shouts to the crowd. Alexander Gennadievich, as expected, began to put pressure on the authority of the boss and persuade everyone, and especially his subordinates, to accept his point of view. Moving from group to group, he quietly but persistently pushed his idea. Those who supported Alexander at the meeting, having gathered together, began to discuss further actions, without waiting for the return of the scout.
The demonstrated capabilities and obvious superiority of those who drank the blood of the wolf over the still hungry vampires gave them only one solution: scouting is good, but hunting is more important. Olga and Eugene especially pressed on precisely this. They, who had not yet tasted blood, needed it not only to catch up with their new adherents, they were simply hungry.
Therefore, a dozen people, notifying the rest that they would move away for a while, but would not go far from the rest, but simply wander around here, left the point to which unknown forces were thrown from. Aleksey Gennadievich was even glad of such an outcome of his opponents and did not fail to notice that "the main barkers, it turns out, love to shirk from work," but in his heart, he simply rejoiced over the obvious mistake of people who challenged his power.
Alexander met the impromptu hunters at the place where he climbed a tree and where he first urinated, thus leaving a mark. Funny as it may seem, it was his urine that caught the group's attention. At first, they reasoned that walking in the same direction with the scout was not the right idea: he would have caught the animals he met himself, so they took a little to the side. But first Sergei, and then the others smelled the urine and decided to see if any help was needed.
To say that they were surprised at Alexander's sight was to say nothing. True, he did not look better, his eyes betrayed a completely crazed person in him. He did not expect such a gift from the goddess of fortune. When the mutual scrutiny was over, Alexander sat down abruptly on the ground.
- Guys, we are an incomplete ass.
- No, well, being naked vampires in the forest is so, seeds, - Oleg laughed frankly - It turns out that you can be even in a bigger ass than that.
- Don't be mischievous, Oleg. You can be in more.
- And how is it?
- We are in another world.
The announcement was greeted with silence. No, of course, everyone understood that their friend was not joking. And so simply people do not become bloodsuckers. Although whoever heard of a person becoming a vampire to this day? But another world? The idea did not want to fit into my head.
Oleg, a moment ago, mocking Alexander, woke up first:
- How is this known?
- I met people. Two groups. They fought among themselves. I finished off the winner. I drank blood. Everything is the same as with the wolf. All the life of people and all their memories I have received. True, the blood of the first person, or rather his memories, I digested for a long time, then it went easier, - apparently from excitement Alexander reported in short, understandable phrases, - This is a different world.
- Exactly another world? - Semyon, going up to Alexander, pulled out one sword from the bundle, - Maybe we fell into the past?
- There are elves, Sema, and orcs, and gnomes, and there are no hints of famous historical names and so on.
Everyone reacted to the statement about the elves. For some reason, this is what convinced people of truth. those words of Alexander. And they believed and accepted this fact.
Semyon, thinking and turning the blade in his hand, began to lick the blood from the blade of the sword. It is difficult to say what effect he wanted to achieve with this action, but exactly at the very moment when his friends were digesting information about the other world, he fell to the ground at the feet of Alexander, who calmly looked at the insensitive body and calmed the others:
- This is fine. I passed out like that. Wakes up soon. But we will not wait for him.
After that, throwing the bundle of weapons on the ground next to Semyon, he ordered:
- Take a weapon, just for God's sake, do not lick the blood from it. Let's run after me. I take Seeds. Those who drank blood put those who have not yet drunk on their backs. We run fast. There is a lot of blood there.
The announcement sparked enthusiasm. Quickly splitting into pairs, they followed their leader, carrying the limp carcass of a friend on his shoulders. There were no problems with weapons and their division either, Maria and Gennady simply took it for themselves, as free from "riders". A quick run back to the place of the battle - and now, to the killed and wounded people lying on the ground, unconscious vampires were added.