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Margot is a witch and forensic magician. She likes her job, has interesting friends, and doesn't want to change anything in her life. And even more so to get involved with an arrogant werewolf, to whom she once inflicted a terrible insult, and he almost strangled her. But life is a complicated thing, and the fairy tale told by your grandmother one night becomes reality. But in life everything is not as simple as in a fairy tale. Especially when troubles fall out of the blue, best friends stop trusting, and an unknown enemy begins to hunt.
Natalya Kosukhina
Natalya Kosukhina
One quiet dark night
© Kosukhina N., 2015
© Design. Eksmo Publishing House LLC, 2015
Chapter 1
Margarita Rogova
One quiet dark night, when I couldn’t sleep, my grandmother read me my favorite fairy tale:
– Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her mother loved her deeply, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red riding hood. Since then, the girl wore it everywhere. The neighbors said about her: “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!”
Usually at this moment I would calm down under the blanket and, listening to my grandmother’s calm voice, calm down. All fears receded, and it seemed to me that no one in the world could be happier than me.
I loved this fairy tale more than all the others, and I admired the girl about whom the story was told and considered her the bravest. Travel through a dense forest, full of ferocious werewolves and unknown magic, towards dangers. Don't be afraid of magical animals that come your way. And, having come to the grandmother, hold the wolf with your magical power until the control specialists arrive to keep order. This is courage!
Meanwhile, while I was thinking and dreaming, my grandmother somehow, unnoticed by me, came to the very end of the fairy tale.
- And this is so that I can eat you quickly, my child! - answered the werewolf with red eyes, which clearly showed that he was crazy, and before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the beast rushed at her.
Having created a magical leash, the girl threw it over the wolf, tying it to the house. The creature, gone crazy, howled and twitched, but could not do anything.
Fortunately, it was at that moment that the grandmother returned home and called the control in order to hand over the unfortunate man, who was no longer possible to help.
As soon as the fairy tale ended, I couldn’t resist and asked:
- Grandma, can I meet such a werewolf on the street?
– Margot, purely theoretically this is always possible. But you must understand that this is a fairy tale of bygone days and now all young werewolves are being vaccinated. But even if someone avoids this procedure, the chance of madness is very small.
– But the boy in the kindergarten is clearly not himself. He gnawed my crib yesterday!
Grandma laughed.
“This is probably the second time his teeth have changed, and new fangs have erupted.” So he couldn’t resist. Now go to sleep. It's already morning, and you've been out and about.
After kissing me on the forehead, my grandmother turned off the light and went out, and I lay there for a long time and thought about what she told me and about the fairy tale itself.
The only thing I didn’t understand about her was why they gave the girl a red riding hood? It's strange that she liked it at all. Now, if I could choose, I would want not a hat, but shoes. Yes, red shoes would be just right!
Two years later
I lay in bed and again could not sleep. Grandma went to some kind of sammi... basically, something like magic, and now we are visiting her, but the hostess herself is not there. It's a pity…
Suddenly a noise was heard. Turning my head, but still not understanding where the sounds were coming from, I listened. Silence... Was it really heard? No, there's some rustling again!
Desperately cowardly, I put on my red shoes, slowly descended from the porch and began to make my way into the yard to see what was happening there. But it was dark around and, despite the full moon, nothing was visible.
After waiting a little, I decided that I would go home, otherwise, if my parents woke up unexpectedly, I would get caught. But as soon as I made this decision, a plaintive meow was heard from the side of the barn.
Turning the corner, I saw a werewolf. Little panther. Of course, the beast was not exactly a cub, but in human form it was no older than me.
Having looked closely, I saw that the cat had a hand instead of a paw, which meant that this was the first call. Very very bad. If the panther does not take on human form when the first rays of the sun touch the ground, it will remain crippled forever.
All this is strange: my grandmother said that at such moments werewolves watch their offspring very carefully. And I was also strictly warned not to approach the half-turned animal. He can bully an outsider, since at this time only animal instincts control him.
But I felt sorry for the little panther, and I began to quietly creep up, saying:
- Hello! Don't be afraid of me, I won't harm you...
But in response I heard a hiss, and the creature hid in the corner between the fence and the barn.
After squatting next to him and looking closely, I realized: the cat was on its last legs. Apparently, the struggle with her own nature greatly depleted her strength.
Remembering the spell that my grandmother taught me, I extended my hand forward and directed a light flow of life towards the werewolf. Some of the energy dissipated along the way, but from the way the small body shuddered, it became clear: something had reached the addressee.
After that, I began to slowly approach, but there was no more indignation. So my hand touched the skin and gently stroked it. Then, having created a thin stream of energy, I fed the cat again, without stopping stroking.
Gradually the beast came to its senses and, stopping trembling, relaxed.
- Here you go. You feel better. “And after being silent for a while, I hesitantly added: “Let me help you with the appeal.”
They looked up at me in disbelief, in which fear and hope flashed.
- Don't be afraid. All the same, if you don’t change your mind before dawn, you’ll remain like this forever. And at best, you will fall under the tutelage of control.
The panther trembled again. And no wonder. Such a case, which I am now observing, is very rare, and yet even at my age I knew what this could mean. As my grandmother said, our world is cruel, and especially with those who do not know how to cope with their nature or magic.
Without waiting for an answer, I extended my arms and picked up the werewolf. The cat tensed, but did not react. And I almost let go of my burden: it was so heavy.
Somehow dragging the panther into the barn, I brought it to a log standing at an angle to the second floor and said:
They looked at me in bewilderment.
- Do you really want to turn around on the street?
After my question, the little panther climbed up the log with difficulty, and I climbed the stairs. And we ended up on the second floor of the barn, on the hay, at about the same time. Lying down on the soft mat, I put my hand on my paw and said:
“And now it’s up to you.” You are taught this, unlike me. And I’ll back it up with energy, if anything happens.
Looking at me with fear, the panther began to turn, and I, having tied the threads of magic to it, felt the energy being jerkily pulled out of me. This beast does not need to be here now, but at the totemic place of the clan, where the energy of their clan is collected.
Despite the torment that the werewolf experienced, with the help of my nourishment, he managed to regain his former appearance. Although not right away. And when the rays of the sun touched the ground, next to me lay... a girl!
I sat in my room and sulked at my parents. Having discovered me in the morning in inappropriate company, they became terribly angry and scolded me, and at that time my new friend, having already exchanged words without any problems, disappeared into the thickets.
Yes, we became friends! Having woken up, this miracle called itself Valya, said that she owed me, and bit me, apparently she wanted to mark me. Howling in pain, I almost cried.
In general, despite this incident, we chatted normally and became friends, although usually I could not find a common language so quickly with women my age. Maybe the problem was my isolation. Valya was outwardly about the same age as me, and I did not believe that she was thirty-six years old.
But as soon as we agreed on where we would meet and play secretly, mom and dad showed up. At first they did not understand anything, and then, frightened, they screamed so much that they seemed to be out of their minds.
And now I'm sitting under house arrest and sad. The parents urgently called the grandmother, who arrived excited and excited. After which they discussed something for a long time in the kitchen. And I still didn’t understand what happened...
After that memorable incident, my life changed and strange things and adventures began. They couldn’t keep me at home for a long time, and soon I started going out and running everywhere. And especially often she went into the forest, where my friend and I played, right...
Margarita Rogova
One quiet dark night, when I couldn’t sleep, my grandmother read me my favorite fairy tale:
– Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her mother loved her deeply, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red riding hood. Since then, the girl wore it everywhere. The neighbors said about her: “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!”
Usually at this moment I would calm down under the blanket and, listening to my grandmother’s calm voice, calm down. All fears receded, and it seemed to me that no one in the world could be happier than me.
I loved this fairy tale more than all the others, and I admired the girl about whom the story was told and considered her the bravest. Travel through a dense forest, full of ferocious werewolves and unknown magic, towards dangers. Don't be afraid of magical animals that come your way. And, having come to the grandmother, hold the wolf with your magical power until the control specialists arrive to keep order. This is courage!
Meanwhile, while I was thinking and dreaming, my grandmother somehow, unnoticed by me, came to the very end of the fairy tale.
- And this is so that I can eat you quickly, my child! - answered the werewolf with red eyes, which clearly showed that he was crazy, and before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the beast rushed at her.
Having created a magical leash, the girl threw it over the wolf, tying it to the house. The creature, gone crazy, howled and twitched, but could not do anything.
Fortunately, it was at that moment that the grandmother returned home and called the control in order to hand over the unfortunate man, who was no longer possible to help.
As soon as the fairy tale ended, I couldn’t resist and asked:
- Grandma, can I meet such a werewolf on the street?
– Margot, purely theoretically this is always possible. But you must understand that this is a fairy tale of bygone days and now all young werewolves are being vaccinated. But even if someone avoids this procedure, the chance of madness is very small.
– But the boy in the kindergarten is clearly not himself. He gnawed my crib yesterday!
Grandma laughed.
“This is probably the second time his teeth have changed, and new fangs have erupted.” So he couldn’t resist. Now go to sleep. It's already morning, and you've been out and about.
After kissing me on the forehead, my grandmother turned off the light and went out, and I lay there for a long time and thought about what she told me and about the fairy tale itself.
The only thing I didn’t understand about her was why they gave the girl a red riding hood? It's strange that she liked it at all. Now, if I could choose, I would want not a hat, but shoes. Yes, red shoes would be just right!
Two years later
I lay in bed and again could not sleep. Grandma went to some kind of sammi... basically, something like magic, and now we are visiting her, but the hostess herself is not there. It's a pity…
Suddenly a noise was heard. Turning my head, but still not understanding where the sounds were coming from, I listened. Silence... Was it really heard? No, there's some rustling again!
Desperately cowardly, I put on my red shoes, slowly descended from the porch and began to make my way into the yard to see what was happening there. But it was dark around and, despite the full moon, nothing was visible.
After waiting a little, I decided that I would go home, otherwise, if my parents woke up unexpectedly, I would get caught. But as soon as I made this decision, a plaintive meow was heard from the side of the barn.
Turning the corner, I saw a werewolf. Little panther. Of course, the beast was not exactly a cub, but in human form it was no older than me.
Having looked closely, I saw that the cat had a hand instead of a paw, which meant that this was the first call. Very very bad. If the panther does not take on human form when the first rays of the sun touch the ground, it will remain crippled forever.
All this is strange: my grandmother said that at such moments werewolves watch their offspring very carefully. And I was also strictly warned not to approach the half-turned animal. He can bully an outsider, since at this time only animal instincts control him.
But I felt sorry for the little panther, and I began to quietly creep up, saying:
- Hello! Don't be afraid of me, I won't harm you...
But in response I heard a hiss, and the creature hid in the corner between the fence and the barn.
After squatting next to him and looking closely, I realized: the cat was on its last legs. Apparently, the struggle with her own nature greatly depleted her strength.
Remembering the spell that my grandmother taught me, I extended my hand forward and directed a light flow of life towards the werewolf. Some of the energy dissipated along the way, but from the way the small body shuddered, it became clear: something had reached the addressee.
After that, I began to slowly approach, but there was no more indignation. So my hand touched the skin and gently stroked it. Then, having created a thin stream of energy, I fed the cat again, without stopping stroking.
Gradually the beast came to its senses and, stopping trembling, relaxed.
- Here you go. You feel better. “And after being silent for a while, I hesitantly added: “Let me help you with the appeal.”
They looked up at me in disbelief, in which fear and hope flashed.
- Don't be afraid. All the same, if you don’t change your mind before dawn, you’ll remain like this forever. And at best, you will fall under the tutelage of control.
The panther trembled again. And no wonder. Such a case, which I am now observing, is very rare, and yet even at my age I knew what this could mean. As my grandmother said, our world is cruel, and especially with those who do not know how to cope with their nature or magic.
Without waiting for an answer, I extended my arms and picked up the werewolf. The cat tensed, but did not react. And I almost let go of my burden: it was so heavy.
Somehow dragging the panther into the barn, I brought it to a log standing at an angle to the second floor and said:
They looked at me in bewilderment.
- Do you really want to turn around on the street?
After my question, the little panther climbed up the log with difficulty, and I climbed the stairs. And we ended up on the second floor of the barn, on the hay, at about the same time. Lying down on the soft mat, I put my hand on my paw and said:
“And now it’s up to you.” You are taught this, unlike me. And I’ll back it up with energy, if anything happens.
Looking at me with fear, the panther began to turn, and I, having tied the threads of magic to it, felt the energy being jerkily pulled out of me. This beast does not need to be here now, but at the totemic place of the clan, where the energy of their clan is collected.
Despite the torment that the werewolf experienced, with the help of my nourishment, he managed to regain his former appearance. Although not right away. And when the rays of the sun touched the ground, lying next to me... girl!
I sat in my room and sulked at my parents. Having discovered me in the morning in inappropriate company, they became terribly angry and scolded me, and at that time my new friend, having already exchanged words without any problems, disappeared into the thickets.
Yes, we became friends! Having woken up, this miracle called itself Valya, said that she owed me, and bit me, apparently she wanted to mark me. Howling in pain, I almost cried.
In general, despite this incident, we chatted normally and became friends, although usually I could not find a common language so quickly with women my age. Maybe the problem was my isolation. Valya was outwardly about the same age as me, and I did not believe that she was thirty-six years old.
But as soon as we agreed on where we would meet and play secretly, mom and dad showed up. At first they did not understand anything, and then, frightened, they screamed so much that they seemed to be out of their minds.
Natalya Kosukhina
One quiet dark night
© Kosukhina N., 2015
© Design. Eksmo Publishing House LLC, 2015
Margarita Rogova
One quiet dark night, when I couldn’t sleep, my grandmother read me my favorite fairy tale:
– Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her mother loved her deeply, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red riding hood. Since then, the girl wore it everywhere. The neighbors said about her: “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!”
Usually at this moment I would calm down under the blanket and, listening to my grandmother’s calm voice, calm down. All fears receded, and it seemed to me that no one in the world could be happier than me.
I loved this fairy tale more than all the others, and I admired the girl about whom the story was told and considered her the bravest. Travel through a dense forest, full of ferocious werewolves and unknown magic, towards dangers. Don't be afraid of magical animals that come your way. And, having come to the grandmother, hold the wolf with your magical power until the control specialists arrive to keep order. This is courage!
Meanwhile, while I was thinking and dreaming, my grandmother somehow, unnoticed by me, came to the very end of the fairy tale.
- And this is so that I can eat you quickly, my child! - answered the werewolf with red eyes, which clearly showed that he was crazy, and before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the beast rushed at her.
Having created a magical leash, the girl threw it over the wolf, tying it to the house. The creature, gone crazy, howled and twitched, but could not do anything.
Fortunately, it was at that moment that the grandmother returned home and called the control in order to hand over the unfortunate man, who was no longer possible to help.
As soon as the fairy tale ended, I couldn’t resist and asked:
- Grandma, can I meet such a werewolf on the street?
– Margot, purely theoretically this is always possible. But you must understand that this is a fairy tale of bygone days and now all young werewolves are being vaccinated. But even if someone avoids this procedure, the chance of madness is very small.
– But the boy in the kindergarten is clearly not himself. He gnawed my crib yesterday!
Grandma laughed.
“This is probably the second time his teeth have changed, and new fangs have erupted.” So he couldn’t resist. Now go to sleep. It's already morning, and you've been out and about.
After kissing me on the forehead, my grandmother turned off the light and went out, and I lay there for a long time and thought about what she told me and about the fairy tale itself.
The only thing I didn’t understand about her was why they gave the girl a red riding hood? It's strange that she liked it at all. Now, if I could choose, I would want not a hat, but shoes. Yes, red shoes would be just right!
* * *Two years later
I lay in bed and again could not sleep. Grandma went to some kind of sammi... basically, something like magic, and now we are visiting her, but the hostess herself is not there. It's a pity…
Suddenly a noise was heard. Turning my head, but still not understanding where the sounds were coming from, I listened. Silence... Was it really heard? No, there's some rustling again!
Desperately cowardly, I put on my red shoes, slowly descended from the porch and began to make my way into the yard to see what was happening there. But it was dark around and, despite the full moon, nothing was visible.
After waiting a little, I decided that I would go home, otherwise, if my parents woke up unexpectedly, I would get caught. But as soon as I made this decision, a plaintive meow was heard from the side of the barn.
Turning the corner, I saw a werewolf. Little panther. Of course, the beast was not exactly a cub, but in human form it was no older than me.
Having looked closely, I saw that the cat had a hand instead of a paw, which meant that this was the first call. Very very bad. If the panther does not take on human form when the first rays of the sun touch the ground, it will remain crippled forever.
All this is strange: my grandmother said that at such moments werewolves watch their offspring very carefully. And I was also strictly warned not to approach the half-turned animal. He can bully an outsider, since at this time only animal instincts control him.
But I felt sorry for the little panther, and I began to quietly creep up, saying:
- Hello! Don't be afraid of me, I won't harm you...
But in response I heard a hiss, and the creature hid in the corner between the fence and the barn.
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Natalya Kosukhina
ONE DAY ON A QUIET DARK NIGHT
MARGARITA ROGOVA
One quiet dark night, when I couldn’t sleep, my grandmother read me my favorite fairy tale:
Once upon a time there lived a little girl. Her mother loved her deeply, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red riding hood. Since then, the girl wore it everywhere. The neighbors said about her: “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!”
Usually at this moment I would calm down under the blanket and, listening to my grandmother’s calm voice, calm down. All fears receded, and it seemed to me that no one in the world could be happier than me.
I loved this fairy tale more than all the others, and I admired the girl about whom the story was told and considered her the bravest. Travel through a dense forest, full of ferocious werewolves and unknown magic, towards dangers. Don't be afraid of magical animals that come your way. And, having come to the grandmother, hold the wolf with your magical power until the control specialists arrive to keep order. This is courage!
Meanwhile, while I was thinking and dreaming, my grandmother somehow, unnoticed by me, came to the very end of the fairy tale.
And this is to eat you quickly, my child! - answered the werewolf with red eyes, which clearly showed that he was crazy, and before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the beast rushed at her.
Having created a magical leash, the girl threw it over the wolf, tying it to the house. The creature, gone crazy, howled and twitched, but could not do anything.
Fortunately, it was at that moment that the grandmother returned home and called the control in order to hand over the unfortunate man, who was no longer possible to help.
As soon as the fairy tale ended, I couldn’t resist and asked:
Grandma, can I meet such a werewolf on the street?
Margot, purely theoretically this is always possible. But you must understand that this is a fairy tale of bygone days and now all young werewolves are being vaccinated. But even if someone avoids this procedure, the chance of madness is very small.
But the boy in the kindergarten is clearly not himself. He gnawed my crib yesterday!
Grandma laughed.
This is probably the second time his teeth have changed, and new fangs have erupted. So he couldn’t resist. Now go to sleep. It's already morning, and you've been out and about.
After kissing me on the forehead, my grandmother turned off the light and went out, and I lay there for a long time and thought about what she told me and about the fairy tale itself.
The only thing I didn’t understand about her was why they gave the girl a red riding hood? It's strange that she liked it at all. Now, if I could choose, I would want not a hat, but shoes. Yes, red shoes would be just right!
* * *Two years later
I lay in bed and again could not sleep. Grandma went to some kind of sammi... basically, something like magic, and now we are visiting her, but the hostess herself is not there. It's a pity…
Suddenly a noise was heard. Turning my head, but still not understanding where the sounds were coming from, I listened. Silence... Was it really heard? No, there's some rustling again!
Desperately cowardly, I put on my red shoes, slowly descended from the porch and began to make my way into the yard to see what was happening there. But it was dark around and, despite the full moon, nothing was visible.
After waiting a little, I decided that I would go home, otherwise, if my parents woke up unexpectedly, I would get caught. But as soon as I made this decision, a plaintive meow was heard from the side of the barn.
Turning the corner, I saw a werewolf. Little panther. Of course, the beast was not exactly a cub, but in human form it was no older than me.
Having looked closely, I saw that the cat had a hand instead of a paw, which meant that this was the first call. Very very bad. If the panther does not take on human form when the first rays of the sun touch the ground, it will remain crippled forever.
All this is strange: my grandmother said that at such moments werewolves watch their offspring very carefully. And I was also strictly warned not to approach the half-turned animal. He can bully an outsider, since at this time only animal instincts control him.
But I felt sorry for the little panther, and I began to quietly creep up, saying:
Hello! Don't be afraid of me, I won't harm you...
But in response I heard a hiss, and the creature hid in the corner between the fence and the barn.
After squatting next to him and looking closely, I realized: the cat was on its last legs. Apparently, the struggle with her own nature greatly depleted her strength.
Remembering the spell that my grandmother taught me, I extended my hand forward and directed a light flow of life towards the werewolf. Some of the energy dissipated along the way, but from the way the small body shuddered, it became clear: something had reached the addressee.
After that, I began to slowly approach, but there was no more indignation. So my hand touched the skin and gently stroked it. Then, having created a thin stream of energy, I fed the cat again, without stopping stroking.
Gradually the beast came to its senses and, stopping trembling, relaxed.
Here you go. You feel better. - And, after being silent for a while, I hesitantly added: - Let me help you with the appeal.
They looked up at me in disbelief, in which fear and hope flashed.
Don't be afraid. All the same, if you don’t change your mind before dawn, you’ll remain like this forever. And at best, you will fall under the tutelage of control.
The panther trembled again. And no wonder. Such a case, which I am now observing, is very rare, and yet even at my age I knew what this could mean. As my grandmother said, our world is cruel, and especially with those who do not know how to cope with their nature or magic.
Without waiting for an answer, I extended my arms and picked up the werewolf. The cat tensed, but did not react. And I almost let go of my burden: it was so heavy.
Somehow dragging the panther into the barn, I brought it to a log standing at an angle to the second floor and said:
They looked at me in bewilderment.
Do you really want to turn around on the street?
After my question, the little panther climbed up the log with difficulty, and I climbed the stairs. And we ended up on the second floor of the barn, on the hay, at about the same time. Lying down on the soft mat, I put my hand on my paw and said:
Now it's up to you. You are taught this, unlike me. And I’ll back it up with energy, if anything happens.
Looking at me with fear, the panther began to turn, and I, having tied the threads of magic to it, felt the energy being jerkily pulled out of me. This beast does not need to be here now, but at the totemic place of the clan, where the energy of their clan is collected.
Despite the torment that the werewolf experienced, with the help of my nourishment, he managed to regain his former appearance. Although not right away. And when the rays of the sun touched the ground, lying next to me... girl!
* * *I sat in my room and sulked at my parents. Having discovered me in the morning in inappropriate company, they became terribly angry and scolded me, and at that time my new friend, having already exchanged words without any problems, disappeared into the thickets.
Yes, we became friends! Having woken up, this miracle called itself Valya, said that she owed me, and bit me, apparently she wanted to mark me. Howling in pain, I almost cried.
In general, despite this incident, we chatted normally and became friends, although usually I could not find a common language so quickly with women my age. Maybe the problem was my isolation. Valya was outwardly about the same age as me, and I did not believe that she was thirty-six years old.
But as soon as we agreed on where we would meet and play secretly, mom and dad showed up. At first they did not understand anything, and then, frightened, they screamed so much that they seemed to be out of their minds.
And now I'm sitting under house arrest and sad. The parents urgently called the grandmother, who arrived excited and excited. After which they discussed something for a long time in the kitchen. And I still didn’t understand what happened...
After that memorable incident, my life changed and strange things and adventures began. They couldn’t keep me at home for a long time, and soon I started going out and running everywhere. And especially often she went into the forest, where my girlfriend and I played, passing the time idly.
For me it was just an outlet, since my parents and grandmother, out of the blue, decided to take care of my education and preparation for school, which was about five months away. And I really didn’t want to go there. It's like working!
But this could not continue for long, and after two months of our secret friendship, I, rushing to meet Valya, unexpectedly encountered a tiger in the forest, ready to jump at me from the bushes.
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