We were sitting, or it would be more correct to say - reclining, in a small pool. The water was salty, both in taste and smell. Although, again, I caught the same smell of Moroccan musk. So this is where Hannah comes from...
Probably, salt is brought from Morocco.
And emerald, even a little viscous, almost like olive oil, but transparent and warm. It seemed that she was not a liquid, but was some kind of blanket, but fluid, enveloping. And alive. Warm. Her touch to the skin warmed, caressed and nourished with some kind of energy. Because I felt it (water) with almost every cell. of your body.
She was completely naked. I didn't see how she undressed, because I myself undressed near the shower cubicle and, girded with a towel, went into this room, where there was a pool, several trays with some dishes on plates and drinks in glasses.
Of course, at the sight of her body, my masculinity began to rise, but I was already in the water, and she did not pay attention to me at all. Leaning back almost on her back, with her eyes closed, in the reflections of the lamps on the bends of the water and her body, she looked like a completely unearthly creature. But wonderful...
Here we found ourselves not immediately.
After she pulled me under the arches of the colonnade, with some imperceptible movement along the wall, she opened the door. Part of the wall slab, which looked exactly like a part of a monolith folded from huge pieces, suddenly drove off to the side, letting us inside.
The bluish light completely illuminated the floor and ceiling, but the walls were almost invisible, but it was felt that the passage was narrow. After a couple of turns, even with my not very broad shoulders, in one place I hit quite painfully on a ledge in the wall. It turned out to be some kind of convex bas-relief.
She kept pulling me further and further. And when the light suddenly flashed like a bright spot, I realized that we had come out into an open space, but already outside the Mill Colonnade.
There was a car parked here. And by the way she confidently opened the door, I guessed that it was her car. She let go of my hand and I diligently ran around the car in order to have time to get into it from the other side. Thankfully it was small. Some sort of roadster...
I hate to ride in a car when a woman is driving.
No, I'm not afraid, what should I be afraid of ...
I just feel kind of insecure. I'm not in control of the situation.
But here...
I understand that she was not afraid to die. The vampire or...
But she didn't look at the road at all. Slightly holding the steering wheel with her left hand, she steered the car almost automatically, driving it through the narrow streets, for some reason rather steeply upwards. And then in a straight line. And down. The forest has already begun.
And then she began to speak.
And everything that you read above, about women, about benefits, about happiness ...
She poured it all on me. As if it depended on me - whether all the women in the world would be happy ...
Her face showed almost no emotion. The mocking half-smile sometimes did not match the words she spoke at all.
But the eyes...
My eyes lit up and flared up with such fire that a couple of times I felt pain. Her pain.
I didn't say a word. Silently listened to her every thought, trying to understand and feel exactly what she wanted to tell me.
And then, just like that, suddenly, the forest ended and we drove into a tunnel, or it was an underground garage.
She jumped out of the car and I hurried after her. The room was not very large, and it was also only slightly lit.
Hannah was heading somewhere confidently and I had no choice but to follow her.
The door opened and we entered a lighter room, where she immediately took off her shoes and threw her purse on some chest of drawers.
- Take a shower and go to the pool. She pointed her finger at one of the doors, and slipped out through the door on the left.
And here we are in the pool. I admired her body and enjoyed the effect of water on my body.
And then she spoke again...
- I remember one of your ancestors.
- His name was George. It was in Nornberg, somewhere in the 18th century. I don't remember exactly, but I'll look at the records later, I'll clarify ...
She said - Nornberg. Almost not in German, although I read somewhere that this is how the name of this city sounded at the moment when it was founded. And only then the name changed to Nuremberg.
And at that moment I thought, but she is "divorcing" me, because I didn't tell her either my name or my surname. How can she know something about me, and even more so about my ancestors.
But as it turned out later, everything turned out to be banal.
My gums were bleeding. A little. But the smell of my blood on my breath was enough for her to find out everything about me that she was interested in. Down to my ancestors in 15 generations…
Yes, yes, vampires are like dogs, in that sense. If a dog smells someone else's urine, then it is like someone else's passport and pedigree with a medical card for it ...
Same for vampires. They can learn almost everything from the blood of a person that even a person does not know about himself.
Well, for example, how many people around you know about their ancestors, at least 5 generations ago? I don't think it's a lot. And that's the exception to the rule