Lissi: переводы

→“Would it have changed your decision? You thought we were both going to die that night, if you recall, not to mention you would have done anything to save your mum. And truthfully, you could live to be as old as I am without it. Don’t take my word for it. Go see your boss. Look him in the eye and ask what he already knows. All the pathology they must have done on you over the years, I’m damn sure he knows. That’s why I don’t have to pressure you into becoming a vampire. With your mixed heritage and the occasional consumption of my blood, you’ll live as long as you want to, just as you are.”

→“Mine. Didn’t have a chance to tell you this before, because you left two days later. Probably doesn’t make a difference in the big picture, but here it is. The night we rescued your mum, you drank my blood. Not just a few drops for healing, but a good two pints. That alone would add fifty years to a normal human’s lifespan. To yours, who knows? Double, easily.”

→He didn’t flinch. “Your skin hasn’t aged a day since you left me. Not one line, not one furrow. Granted, you’re only twenty-seven and wouldn’t be showing most signs of it until later, but still. There should be some difference in the pores, the texture…” He traced a finger down my cheek for emphasis. “But there’s not. Then there’s the blood.”

→“You told me once your differences emerged most notably in puberty. Probably it was the hormonal surge, the same thing which can trigger congenital defects in humans that increased your nosferatu traits, and they’ve grown ever since. Your pulse and breathing only make you easier to kill, but you’re not human. You never have been. You just mimic them better than vampires do.”

→“Think past that,” he went on. My heart began to pound. “You’re half vampire. You’ve never been sick, your body heals at an inhuman rate, and you can’t catch any of the diseases that afflict the living population. Even poisons or drugs need to be administered in massive doses before they affect you, so what makes you think you would only live to an average age?”

→“No.” A chill ran up my spine. Whatever it was, for him to look so compassionate all of a sudden, it must be bad. I’d take it on my feet. “You tell me. What don’t I know? Am I dying or something?” That would explain his lack of apprehension over my growing old.

→“Even if you take out my job and my mother, we’re still doomed, Bones. You’re a vampire. I meant it when I said I didn’t care, but you will! What are you going to do when I grow old, just hand me some Ben-Gay for my arthritis? You’ll want me to change. You’ll resent me when I refuse, and it will destroy us.”

→“I’m talking about trusting me, which is what you should have done over four years ago. I’m strong enough to handle whatever your job or your mum could throw at me. You still care about me, and I certainly haven’t given up on you. We can beat the odds against us, if you’d give us a chance to.”

→His eyes closed for a second. Then they opened with a blaze of intensity. “I know you left me because you thought you had to protect me, that I couldn’t handle the obstacles before us. So you tried to get on with your life because you believed it would never work between us. But you see, I couldn’t get on with my life because I knew we could work. I’ve been looking for you every day since you left me, Kitten, and I’m sick of being without you. You’ve had your shot at things, now let me have mine.”