Doctor_Evil: переводы

→Something is terribly wrong in gangland L.A., and it makes me wonder. In the last month theLos Angeles Times has reported a string of brutal murders that leads me to believe Ray and I are not the only ones with the special blood that makes us impervious to aging and most other human ailments. The victims of these murders have been ripped open, decapitated, and, in some cases, the articles say, drained of blood. It is this last fact that has brought me to Los Angeles. I myself like blood, but I am not eager to find more vampires. I know what our kind can do, and I know how fast we can multiply once the secret of procrea­tion is known. Any vampire I may find this evening will not live to see the light of dawn, or perhaps I should say the setting of the moon. I am not crazy about the sun, although I can bear it if I must.

→"I fear the devil will help him," I say. "And I'm not sure who's stronger."

→No vampire does. Like snakes, it slows us down.

→Or to a cold hell. But I do not like the cold.

→"I looked deep into his eyes. I saw enough. Believe what I tell you."

→"But you saw him only briefly."

→"Where you left the trail last. Where you last saw Yaksha. He went up in the blast you set at your house, but even dynamite leaves remains. Find out what became of those remains, and you might find out how your new enemy came to be."

→"I'm sorry, I can't answer your questions. But I can tell you where you must look to find the answers."

→"Where?"

→He rubs his head again, probably thinking it is going to be sore for the rest of the day. "How do you know I haven't slept with her yet?"

→I throw a pillow at him, hard. It almost takes off his head. "Haven't you been able to get that girl of yours into bed? What's wrong with you? With my blood in your veins, you should be able to have who you want when you want."

→Seymour is interested. "Sounds kinky. Should I take off my clothes?"

→I smile thinly. "Are you making fun of me? You know, I'm thirsty. I could open your veins right now and drink my fill and there would be nothing you could do about it."

→"You're in a bad mood. But I suppose being stabbed twice in the same night, with your own knife, would do that to anybody."

→"But not impossible. That's my point. Yaksha was the only one besides you who could make another vampire. Unless you want to bring in the possibility that another yakshini has been accidentally invoked into the corpse of a pregnant woman."

→"Don't remind me of that night," I growl.

→"Highly unlikely."

→"How do you know Yaksha is dead? Maybe he survived the blast."

→"Yaksha is dead. Also, Yaksha would not have created a vampire. He was bound by the vow he made to Krishna. He spent the last five thousand years destroying them."

→"There is always an explanation. Do you remember the famous Sherlock Holmes quote? 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no mat­ter how improbable, must be the truth.'" Seymour thinks, his palms pressed together. "A vampire that strong could only have been created by Yaksha."