NIGHT - I. Rin (best large ereader txt) 📗

 

 

Lica came to the Prince cautiously.

 

“But I’m...” she began to mutter.

 

The main vampire grinned and pulled her hand. Angelica dropped to his knees. They merged in a passionate kiss. Lica felt how another Lica began to awaken in her - predatory and passionate. She started kissing the Prince hot, getting lower and nearer to his neck. The Prince closed his eyes and gave way her kisses. The girl felt the soft skin of his neck and then something happened to her.

 

She did not understand how it had happened but she dug into the vampire’s neck. He groaned but nestled up to Lica more closely.

 

“I think I’m in love with you...” he whispered.

 

Angelica, feeling the taste of his blood, almost went crazy. She felt such wave of passion that a little more and she would drag the Lord to bed. The Prince made an incredible effort to push the girl away. Two streams of blood were flowing down his neck. He put the bottle to the wound and filled it to the brim…

 

“Take it!” He gave the bottle to Lica. “You need to leave now or I’m afraid I will not let you go later.”

 

Only now did Angelica realize that she had been almost ready to sin with the Prince of vampires and she felt incredibly ashamed...

 

“Sorry!” she said blushing.

 

The girl grabbed the bottle and ran out of the room. She ran down the corridor, round the main hall, where was the ball. Running out to the yard, Lica immediately noticed her horse. She quickly climbed into the saddle and rode out to the field.

 

Spurred the horse, Angelica was riding somewhere aimlessly. A few minutes later she heard a clop. Lica looked around and saw that a rider was catching up her. It was the Prince of vampires.

 

“I thought that you could hardly find the way yourself!” he said quietly. “Follow me!”

 

He turned to the right and let the horse galloping. The girl hurried after him. After some time they were near the tomb of Swein.

 

“Now I have to leave you,” the Prince said calmly. “However I am sure that I cannot forget you!”

 

Angelica was ready to throw herself back into his arms but kept herself. She just rode up to the Lord of the vampires and kissed him on his lips. He smiled, turned his horse back and... disappeared.

 

Now she was alone. She went around the City of Goblins and a few hours later she was at the witch’s cave. Elsa met Lica at the entrance and took her to the hostess.

 

“I have brought the blood!” Angelica said, holding out a small bottle to the witch.

 

“Excellent! Now I will prepare the potion for the Prince. But first, I need to heal you. I see your trip was not easy!” the witch smiled.

 

She left the room and returned with a large cup.

 

“Drink! This is to heal you!” the hostess of the cave said, referring to Lica.

 

The girl took the cup and drank the potion. Suddenly she felt the great desire of sleeping.

 

“I’m so tired,” she murmured. “May I have a little nap?”

 

“Of course! Lay on that sofa!” the witch said softly.

 

Angelica lay down on the sofa and immediately fell asleep...

 

“Lica, Lica, wake up!” she heard her mother’s voice through the dream. “Lica, I see you get used to sleeping in ball dresses! Tell me where have you got this charm? Has Sveta lent you to wear it?” Angelica opened her eyes and saw herself in the bedroom in her own bed.

 

Her Mom was talking and talking... and Angelica got up and began to touch herself. Only when she felt the dirk was still under her dress belt she calmed down and said:

 

“Mom, I and Sveta want to participate in the University Beauty Competition. She has given me this dress.”

 

Her mother left the room and she quickly took the dirk out of the belt and hid it in her desk. Then she looked in the mirror, smiled and winked at her reflection...

Part 4. Talk to Henry

 

 

A few days after returning Lica couldn’t cope with the feeling of trouble. She knew very well that she needed to continue studying and she was taking exams but... All what she was thinking about was the Kingdom of Night. One time she remembered the Prince Edward then she thought about Swein and his wonderful portrait, which she had seen in the tomb, another time she dreamt about the Prince of vampires.

 

“What is happening to me?” the girl bewildered. “I fell in love, didn’t I? But if I am in love, then who is it? First - the Prince Night, then – Swein and finally – the Prince of vampires... I’m get-ting crazy!”

 

Angelica scolded herself but it didn’t help anyway. Finally she decided:

 

“I need to get back to the Kingdom of Night and tell Henry everything, especially as I have promised him! At one I can find about the Prince and give the dress to the witch back.”

 

Lica was looking forward to the next weekend, when her parents would go to their friends’ country house and stay there for a night.

 

She put on jeans, a sweater and sneakers, packed the red dress, which she had been wearing at the ball of vampires, in a plastic bag and took the dirk out of the drawer.

 

“Well, God bless me!” she told herself.

 

Then she took the bag and came to the looking-glass and put the dirk between the glass and the frame. The Mirror was getting dull and then she saw that room with the fireplace.

 

Angelica climbed on the table and took a step into the mirror. At the end she put her hand back and took the dirk out. Jumping into the room in the castle, she looked back and saw that her own room began to disappear in the mirror.

 

“Well, come on!” she said firmly.

 

Lica hid the dirk and went out to the corridor. “Henry!” she called. “Where are you, Henry?”

 

The girl went along the corridor and then down the wide stairs into the big hall.

 

“Lica!” she heard a voice behind her suddenly. “Lica, how have you got here? Where is the Prince?”

 

Angelica turned around and saw Edward’s old servant. She ran to the old man joyfully. He hugged her and then said smiling:

 

“Well, you have taught me to embrace. Now I cannot live without it.”

 

And Henry laughed.

 

“My dear Henry!” Lica exclaimed. “Let’s go somewhere! I have so much to tell you!”

 

They came into a small room next to the stairs. The girl put the bag with the dress on the floor, sat the old servant in the arm-chair and began nervously walking from one corner to another.

 

“You wanted to tell something,” Henry reminded her quietly. “Yeah, I know... I just do not know how to start...” “Tell me where the Prince is?”

 

Lica sighed and blurted:

 

“The Prince... Henry, the fact is that the Prince - is not exactly the Prince!”

 

The old man gasped and whispered:

 

“I knew that... All his new habits! But why did not you tell me that earlier?”

 

“I was afraid to stop him of fulfilling his mission!” “WHO were you afraid to stop? And what mission?”

 

Angelica stopped in the middle of the room and started speaking...

 

“Do you remember, Henry, the Prince Edward went to the witch to help the Princess? So, for the Princess’s Potion he had given his soul. He gave it himself no one forced him. And his body the witch gave to Swein...”

 

“...the Goblin King?” Henry continued.

 

“Yes, the Goblin King,” Lica confirmed. “He had to fulfill an ancient prophecy and save his people!”

 

“But Swein is dead and buried near the City of goblins!” Edward’s servant exclaimed.

 

“I know; I was at his tomb!”

 

“Oh, God!” Henry said. “What a nightmare! But the witch... How could she do that? To implant the soul of the dead Goblins’ King into the living body of the Prince Edward!”

 

“I thought about it,” the girl said. “The body of the Prince without the soul would have died, so the witch had saved him.”

 

Now the old servant stood up and was walking nervously across the room.

 

“But that’s not all!” Angelica said. “When I and the Prince got in the run-in with vampires, one of them wounded and infected him. The Prince began to turn into the vampire.

 

“So that’s why he has this passion for meat with blood! Poor, poor prince!” Henry muttered. “First - Swein, then - the vampire! And where is he now?”

 

“I took him to the witch, so that she would heal him,” Lica said, but she didn’t say anything about her adventures in the Land of vampires.

 

“Well, that’s good!” Henry said. “Tell me, Angelica, if Swein has finished his mission? If yes, then I am personally go-ing to the witch and ask her to bring the real soul of the Prince back to his body.”

 

“Unfortunately not,” she shook her head.

 

“What are we going to do now?” the old man asked. “We need the King in our Kingdom of Night! And what about Swein... He has other interests!”

 

“My dear Henry,” Lica said with begging voice, “I ask you not to do anything now! I will go to the witch and talk to her, OK?”

 

Edward’s servant looked at Angelica and said:

 

“The heart of a girl is too weak to make such decisions! Judging by how long you have kept silent about all these events, I am afraid that the soul of the Prince may not come back to his body.”

 

“But I have told you everything! You can always help me any time. Henry, believe me, please! I promise I’ll do it myself, just give me a little more time.”

 

Henry was thinking and walking around the room. Finally, he stopped and said:

 

“All right! I’ll give you time. But you must talk to the witch.” “Thank you!”

 

Lica was relieved and again hung around the old man’s neck. “Well, that’s enough,” the old servant smiled. “We’d rather

 

think when you are going?”

 

“When? Well right now!” the girl exclaimed. “Let the horse be ready, Henry!”

 

The old man went to the stables and Angelica took the dress and followed him.

At Elsa’s

 

 

Edward’s servant quickly prepared the black horse. The bag with the dress he tied to the saddle. Lica said goodbye to him and quite easily climbed on her horse.

 

“You are a good rider!” Henry said.

 

She smiled and waved her hand goodbye. Then she rode out of the castle courtyard.

 

Angelica spurred her horse and raced on the road, lit by moonlight. The wind was blowing in her face but