chuzzla: переводы

→Mr. Bishop’s voice pulled her attention back to him with a cold snap. ‘‘Have you told Amelie that I’ve arrived, girl?’’

→‘‘Biscuits,’’ drawled the woman leaning on the arm of his chair. ‘‘I love biscuits. And honey.’’ The vampire had a molasses-slow accent, something that wasn’t quite Southern and wasn’t quite not, either. Mr. Bishop gave her a tolerant look, the kind a human would give a favorite pet. She had the icy glitter in her eyes, and moved so smoothly and quietly that there was no way she was regular-flavored human. Not hiding it, either, the way some of the vampires of Morganville tried to do.

→‘‘And the faster, the better,’’ Michael said. His normally angelic face looked stark, all sharp edges, and he closed the kitchen door once they were safely inside. ‘‘Right. We don’t have a lot of choices. Let’s do exactly what he says and hope Amelie can sort all this out when she gets here.’’

→Shane grabbed Claire’s hand and practically dragged her toward the kitchen. However fast he was moving, Michael was there first, pushing Eve through the door. ‘‘Hey!’’ Eve protested. ‘‘I’m walking here!’’

→‘‘Breakfast,’’ he said softly, ‘‘is something to be eaten in the mornings. Mornings for vampires are not controlled by sunrise. And I like eggs.’’

→‘‘Breakfast?’’ Claire repeated blankly. She took a look at the living room window, just to prove to herself that, yes, it was still dark outside. Getting darker all the time.

→It was hard to imagine how Claire’s day—even by Morganville standards—could get any worse ... and then the vampires holding her hostage wanted breakfast.

→‘‘Yeah,’’ she said. She didn’t sound normal, either. She wasn’t sure she could walk, in fact; her whole body felt like it had melted, especially around the knees. She took in a couple of deep breaths, then stopped when Shane’s eyes focused on the rise and fall of her chest. ‘‘We should—go shop.’’

→‘‘Except that he wasn’t killing humans,’’ Shane said. ‘‘From the way the thing was written, Bishop was killing off his enemies in the vampire community. Making himself the ruler of the world. And then something happened, and he dropped out of sight.’’

→He wasn’t wrong, but she still felt horribly disappointed. ‘‘Sure,’’ she said, and knew she sounded stiff and wounded. ‘‘Go ahead. Talk.’’

→‘‘I want to talk,’’ he said, which was not what she expected. Not at all. ‘‘I can’t talk about this back at the house. I never know who could be listening.’’

→‘‘You have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,’’ Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon at him.

→Shane came out of the kitchen sucking on his fingertip. ‘‘What’s going on?’’

→‘‘Thanks, Dad.’’ She wished she hadn’t said it—not so much because of the grimace on Michael’s face, but because it made her think of her actual dad. And that the clock was running on how long he’d allow her to continue her current living arrangements.

→‘‘I’ll go,’’ Claire said. The chance to be alone with Shane, even on something as boring as a trip to the all-night grocery, was too good to miss. ‘‘Better if I do, anyway. I’ve got the free pass.’’ She held up the bracelet.