Olga Viktorovna came forward.
- First, he tells us about blood and calls us terrible godless creatures. Now he says that we are generally in some strange place, not on Earth. Then he will say that we are the fiends of hell and must kill people to live!
Help came from a completely unexpected place. Alexei Gennadievich interrupted his protege.
- Olga Victorovna. Darling. Let's not start now. In another world, we or somewhere else, it does not matter anymore. Building huts and making a fire, finding food - these are now the primary and paramount tasks. I'm sure they are looking for us if we are at home. If Sasha is telling the truth, then ...
- What is the truth? What is the truth? Yes, this…
- Calm down, my darling. Let's put it aside for later, but now you and I need to organize people for the construction.
The woman stopped breathing in and exhaled noisily. No matter how hysterical she was by nature, with all the fibers of her soul she loved power and understood even more than her boss wanted to tell her.
- Okay, Alexey Gennadievich. We'll deal with this upstart later. Now we need to take care of people.
Further hours were piled up. Alexander worked so much and intensively only in the army.
For a start, fires were made. The lights found on the soldiers made it possible to do this quickly. Patrols were sent out and reconnaissance of all adjacent territories within a kilometer radius was organized, it was only surprising how the director managed to do this so quickly and competently. Branches and small trees were cut down, from which the huts were formed. Quite awkward, but providing sun protection. Considering that they were placed in the forest between the trees, there was no need to worry - the rays of the local luminary would not reach people. Although they still had to find out whether the local star was dangerous for them. The local food, however, was safe. And in every sense. She did not satisfy her hunger, only dulled it somewhat. All the provisions that the soldiers had with them were divided and eaten during the first rest break. It also turned out that vampires need water. Fortunately, Maria and Olga, puzzled by Eugene with cleaning and putting their clothes in proper shape, found a small spring just a few hundred meters from the camp. That small spring that was near the camp was thoroughly polluted in just half a day.
By the evening, the company got together. Drinking the blood of people, they worked harder than others and did much harder than others. As it turned out, having knowledge about something and being able to apply it are different things. Their bodies didn't have the right skills. Pure knowledge about something and the inability to apply it in practice like the previous "owners" of knowledge did - it was exhausting much more than physical work. All were sitting somewhat devastated and exhausted.
The general silence was broken by Evgeny, who inquired from his wife about the progress of his instructions regarding clothing.
- Well, they washed and cleaned everything. Now it is drying. But how and with what to mend holes - neither I nor Masha can imagine.
- What, nothing at all like needle threads?
- Yeah. The guards did not take with them. And the soldiers left the vanguard on the train. There are only things that are necessary for the current repair of shoes.
- This can be a problem. We will need clothes.
His wife laughed cheerfully.
- When it becomes a problem, then talk about it. And now I generally think, shouldn't we dissolve all our clothes into rags?
- Why is that?
- Well, we are vampires ... - Olga smiled slyly, looking at her husband.
- So what? Are we going to scare the locals with their bare butts?
- You live up to the locals first. Vampires are afraid of the sun.
- Well, now we built huts just for protection from the sun, in the first place.
- The local sun is called Demur, and the moon is called Moore.
"I don't know!"
The wife stuck out her tongue at him.
- And yet we will need rags too. Let's not try to fix things torn by weapons, but leave them as they are for now.
- Okay, good. By the way, what about things that are dried, will not be attached to the legs? - Eugene was concerned, remembering that women several times participated in conflicts, chasing one or the other person who demanded to give them clothes.
- Whoever attaches their legs, we will break those legs. I promised everyone.
Knowing the character of his wife, Eugene calmed down. When she said something in that tone, even he was afraid of her. Her words and deeds did not differ, and people instinctively felt that if this woman said that she would hit, then she would hit, and not just threaten.
Alexander silently got up and began to take off his clothes. It was only now, after a full day of work, that it dawned on him how privileged he was. All-day he was the only one who wore clothes, the rest were naked. Alexei Gennadievich tried three times to get himself clothes, and all the time he was frankly sent by Olga, who had gained fame as a rude and absurd woman.
- Leave it, - Eugene seriously looked at the guy.
- It's not the point to stand out from the rest. Not worth it.
- Maybe it's not some bodies in cloth, because the gods, as you know, did not give them normal hair, angry at dishonorable creatures. Only the proud goblins wore wool, as befits a true firstborn. And now the gods have shown their mercy to the hunting team, which came to the surface in search of food. Horch grew poorly, the prey on the campaigns was insignificant and the true rulers of the world began to starve. The family went down to the point that they sent the guilty warriors to the surface, but not for the sake of attacking people, but for hunting animals. Such rich booty, and only on the second day of being on the cursed surface! Luck, true luck, and the grace of the gods.
Success was celebrated here, having eaten one of the deceased and for the first time in a long time was full. The rest of the bodies were butchered, fortunately, they did not even have to be freed from rags, and packed. A small detachment of earners turned their footsteps home. The family will be happy.
*****
The camp fell asleep in an instant. Also, right now, the sounds of the activity of the intelligent were heard here and there - and how it cut off. Only peaceful sniffing and rare movements in a dream. Not even the sentries were on display. This, of course, was another puncture of Alexei Gennadievich, but no one was eager to correct this mistake.
Only Alexander did not manage to fall asleep. The dry pit-crevice was blocked with poles and a spruce forest was thrown over them. The scent of earth, freshly cut branches, and pine needles were in the air, filling the place with a peaceful atmosphere. This dugout turned out to be very spacious and more or less accommodated the entire group of those who drank human blood.
On the one hand, it wasn't all that reasonable. The most powerful representatives among all the unfortunate thrown into the new world were gathered in one place. On the other hand, the fear and distrust of some people were felt simply physically. Despite all the growing thirst for blood that flared up inside them, no one was in a hurry to recognize themselves as vampires. And some even openly stated the need to isolate the "killers". Yes, and such ideas also sounded. As it was easy to guess, they were generated by Olga Viktorovna and the chief accountant of the company who joined her.
Having honestly spent a couple of hours trying to fall asleep, Alexander lay in the dugout and tossed and turned. But at some point, everything comes to an end and he crawled out of the shelter, having stopped his attempts. Fortunately, he lay down at the very entrance and did not have to wake anyone up with his night "flight". Stretching, he looked around. Despite the low-hanging clouds and the complete absence of the usual light sources - not counting the extinguishing embers of the fires for them, he saw everything around perfectly. Something like this in his old life he saw in the coming darkness. Although he was wrong. There were still light sources. It just wasn't the stars, the moon, or the lanterns. Plants seemed to give some luminous aura. The living thing shone with a kind of inner light, which could not be called a "source", but it was felt. And considering that there was a forest around, there was more than enough light - an extravaganza of life reigned around.
Deciding to test his theory of the "aura of the living", Alexander walked quickly to the rotten trunk of a fallen tree. The moss that covered it gave off this aura, but as soon as it was peeled off, the trunk began to look almost dead, just like stones. "Almost" - because the numerous insects that lived under the moss also shone with this strange inner light.
Having made the decision not to bother about what he saw, after all, it was not the most important thing, at least it looked like it was not important, Alexander returned to the entrance to their dugout. Taking a bow and a dagger, he left the camp, this time deciding to walk towards the mountains. The intense events of the day demanded an exit. Unfortunately, the tedious work did not give him.
Having moved away from the camp for about a kilometer, he began to look out for birds on the tree branches. Size didn't matter, although he still had to hit them. Fortunately, this occupation, which was impossible under other conditions, was quite capable of being new to him - living birds, as it turned out, shone with this inner light brighter than plants. And we managed to spy out the first bird almost immediately, but unfortunately, it was too high and reliably covered with branches and foliage. The bow and arrow were useless. If he did not possess new abilities, he would not even be able to notice her. Not counting on such quick luck, he continued his walk, which after a while began to threaten to drag on. The birds did not sit openly on the branches. Night, time for various predators. And nobody canceled the nests. Cursing to himself, Alexander stopped moving away from the camp and began to go around it in an arc.
Luck loves the brave and persistent. And Alexander's patience was rewarded as well. Quite low on a branch, an owl was sitting right in the direction of his movement. The most real owl. He even saw that she was looking at him, but apparently, she did not consider the person to be any threat to herself. The arrow ended her existence, proving to the bird the erroneousness of her decision.
Approaching the fallen carcass, the man bent over it, and without lifting it from the ground, he simply pulled out an arrow, and then sun pushed his finger into the wound. The bird's blood was absorbed directly through the skin. Almost familiar and unsurprising. As well as the feeling of power that surged along with the scanty memories of the bird's mind. Picking up the carcass already deprived of blood, Alexander began to think. Even the bird had some semblance of memories and skills, not to mention the fact that her whole life was completely accessible frame by frame, like in a movie. Having amused himself with watching the life of an owl, he almost missed the main thing. Smell. For some time now, he had smelled.
Man is a creature that adapts to everything. Even in the morning the opportunity to have a scent better than that of a dog amused him, then it even helped, and then ... Hard work next to a large number of people. As you can imagine - everything smelled strong, and not to say that it was pleasant. But some women, on the contrary, smelled too pleasant and even exciting. In a word, smells and the ability to capture them began to irritate Alexander. And like almost any person, being unable to cope with something, he began to ignore it.
And the detected smell was very, very interesting. The smell of a bear. Imagining how much blood would be in the bear, Alexander involuntarily licked his lips.
It remained to decide how exactly to make the bear their prey. Indeed, by his stupidity, he took with him only a dagger and a bow. Naked knowledge alone was not enough. The memory of people kept unambiguous concepts - they don't go to the forest with one dagger, especially to THIS forest. After all, there are predators more terrible than bears. But the city man remains the city man: a penknife into the woods? Enough for the eyes! And here is a whole dagger! Wow! But this will not be enough for the bear.
It was not difficult to get to the den. And then Alexander decided to act almost according to the method of hunting with a spear, that is, to starve the animal to death. Only in his case, it was assumed that the beast would not bleed and die, but that this very blood would be absorbed by the vampire. To do this, you need to inflict a wound on the predator and keep your hand in it for a long time, while preventing the animal from inflicting retaliatory injuries.
The scruff of the neck! Perfect fit.
Songs are made to the madness of the brave and the fool. Without hesitation further, Alexander began to beat the hilt of the dagger against the trunk of the tree. Following the noise, a snag flew into the den.
The bear was huge. The roaring predator, awakened and dissatisfied, was determined to get even with the offender. When the clubfoot got up on its hind legs and growled, the young vampire slipped under his paws and was behind him. A dagger blow to the scruff of the neck, another quick blow to the throat, and the dagger flew away, the deed was done - the hide was opened. The blows were so fast that the beast did not even realize what was happening, and its neck was already in the iron grip of such a fragile creature at first glance.
The formidable predator roared terribly and suddenly fell onto its back, crushing the person hanging there with its weight. But Alexander didn't care. His fingers penetrated the wound. The blood was already being consumed.
Faster!
Even faster!
Even faster!
All the blood to me!
With some dismay, lying under the carcass of a beating bear, the man realized that the blood was indeed absorbed at a tremendous speed and this was precise because of his desire. He got what he wanted.
Much faster than expected, the bear died, donating all its blood to another predator, which turned out to be more formidable than himself.
Crawling out from under the carcass, Alexander stopped thinking about the fact that he acted like the best pump. He remembered a recent conversation about clothing and the sun. Looking at the huge dead bear, he now saw only its skin.
"Lord, this is what a good cover it will turn out to be. We'll have to carry the carcass to the camp! "
The skin of the wolf he had killed earlier turned out to be too tattered by hungry people. The girls tried to take it off, but the result was too small to create at least something similar to a cape. The same skin was completely intact.
- We'll have to drag!
The funny thing is that the problem during transportation was not the weight of the bear, but the bow and arrows, which could not be placed so as not to break them with the carcass. The decision was to put them on the dead bear, and he was shouldered and quickly brought to the camp. In which no one woke up. Even the completely new scent of the bear did not wake the sleepers.
Having dumped the carcass at the entrance to their dugout, Alexander climbed into it and fell asleep with a clear conscience. Again, without thinking about the protection. No, to be frankly honest, the thought of this came to him but was rejected as unworthy of attention.