Prologue
England in 1960.
The whole sky is covered with gray clouds in the distance you can hear thunder, and thus approaching rain.
The wind was cold, resulting in a cobbled alley ran through a couple of dry leaves.
The whole city was plunged into darkness.
Although there was one place where the darkness has not yet reached. Big old house was filled with the light that came from the hundreds of candles set in the house. Laughter and voices coming from there, given the warmth, comfort and protection.
This reception was organized on the occasion of getting rid of Seltmor from criminals. But the elite of society were present at the banquet.
The tables were laden with delicious gourmet food and wine, the famous orchestra was playing a melody, and young girls and boys, deftly stepping on the polished wood floor to shine, circled in the dance.
Everyone has found a company here.
Men discussed the policy of England, pushing their opinion on the matter. Women gathered around overstuffed chairs, spoke about the new gossip, children and family life. Young girls flirt with guys all have found someone other than her ...
At the end of the alley was a clatter of hooves and four black stallion stood at the gate.
The front door opened and two figures in dark cloaks slipped inside.
The mayor, who was sitting at the head of the table stood up when he saw the arrivals.
His eyes flashed an alarm that has been replaced by relief as soon as they removed the cape.
Friendly smile, he asked them to join in, pointing to the empty seats at the table.
Expressing gratitude for the hospitality and congratulated the mayor, two guys sat down at the table surrounded by, the very environment of fans.
England was full of rumors about some Satters brothers. They said that they had huge forces were rich, smart ... and incredibly beautiful. Some said that their Satters wealth amassed by fraud, others felt that they were involved in connection with the evil spirit. But no one knew the truth.
Gently rustling silk skirt hem, she went to the side of the table. Who played quadrille and therefore places around them were free, she knew she had little time ...
Black hair fell in soft curls on her shoulders, bright blue eyes carefully examined the room, and his lips curled into a slight smile, open neck pendant complements and put his arm around her small waist corset in a dark blue satin.
Treading softly on the floor, she was heading towards the brothers.
-I admire you, because as far as I know, you are brothers Satters? -She smiled.
Both brothers looked at him.
-It's us, "said one of them, you want to sit down?
Nodding, she sat between them.
-Can I have your name? - She asked, knowing that this question is more than tactless.
Derek-I - the guy said. Black hair goes well with blue eyes, straight nose, full lips.
-I John, - said the second. He was the complete opposite of his brother. He had blond hair, dark green eyes and a straight nose and full lips.
-And you?
Catalina - gently girl smiled coyly lowered her lashes.
In the hall of the mayor's voice calling to raise a glass of wine for "Independence for England."
Poured by the glass of dark red liquid, John spoke about his trip to Europe, Catalina, listening, accidentally dropped a silver fork on the floor, leaning, Derek picked it up.
Drained his glass, the girl stood up and apologized to the right, toward the stairs.
Derek all night watching her. The atmosphere gave a sense of peace, but next to the Catalina, he felt cold and strange desire to be as far away from her ... This idea has long been concerned about him as soon as he set foot on the threshold of this house, he sensed danger ...
Raise your glass to his lips, John felt the intoxicating liquid spills on the body warm but firm voice said quietly to his brother,
-Do not drink - and then he got up and left the table.
His glass and took care of his brother John, who showed his eyes on the door...
***
Going up the long stairway, I replayed the events of the last two hours in my head.
I get it. They sent us here for a reason.
Seeing the back of Catalina in two steps I closed the distance between us and pushed her against the wall.
-Why? - Hissed into her face with her hands gripping force.
-What's with you Derek?-She gave me a knowing look.
-Wine, Catalina, she smiled and held my gaze on his face.
-I ordered Satters, I had to ...
-I did not drink it ...
-What?
-And my brother, too.
Her eyes widened in horror, she realized that her plan failed and now maybe she will have to die ...
-But how do you ...-she paused
- Learned? - I chuckled - poison sank to the bottom, it can be seen with the naked eye, I repeat my question, who sent you?
-I did not tell you Derek, I know who you really are - she hissed at me.
-In this case, you know that I can not be killed-hand slipped into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a ring which has been shaped tip thorn rose, it was clear - but you can kill - with these words he stuck a "ring "in the heart of Catalina, which with genuine horror at Sattersa. Weakened, she fell to the floor, her eyes slowly closing. Sleepy, but she knew that separates her from the death of a few moments.
After removing the ring, Derek leaned to face Catalina whispered: «Bonsoir, Demon».
The last thing she heard was his moves off again ...
* Bonsoir, Demon * (French), Goodnight, Demon.