Possessed hearts - стр. 7
The meaning of this phrase reached me only after a few seconds. Then I threw my head back and laughed out loud. It tore at my throat.
It was ironic. He loves her and she doesn't love him! How funny! Ridiculous! He has a leech living in his heart! Oh, how he's being punished for his love of violent games! For his "unworthy" lifestyle! What a nightmare for him to know this all-consuming feeling and not be able to reciprocate! He deserves it. He deserved it!
– How long has it been? – I asked Martin again, when the wave of laughter had subsided.
– Nobody knows that either. But he stopped playing games on the estate eight years ago. I think that's a reference point," Martin said.
– A point of reference…" I said quietly. – Who'd have thought it?
And we fell silent. I couldn't talk any more. My planet stopped moving and fell to pieces. My brain froze.
– Maybe he's in love with Mariszka and that's why he's not talking. – It just came out of my mouth.
– No. Markus asked him, and he said she wasn't from the Mroczek clan. That's all," my brother said.
I laughed again.
– What a relief, damn it! – My lips stretched into a wry smile.
– Fortunately, yes. I wouldn't want one of my sisters to be the object of his affection. He's not a bad vampire, but he's not capable of feelings. I don't think so," Martin said in a serious tone.
– Luckily," I repeated quietly.
***
The sky was covered with thick, wavy clouds. We drove up to the huge castle of the Morgans, and I wondered once again why they still lived in that stone crypt. I agree, this ancient castle is beautiful and majestic, and it envelops the mind of the beholder in some inexplicable dark mystery. Although, mortals have a right to think so: this gloomy castle is haunted by murderers. Vampires.
I loved technology. New design, discoveries, the New Age. Anything that made life easier and more interesting. Like my powerful, perfect camera, which I never let go of when I'm shooting. I've always been interested in the art of photography, but even fifty years ago, so negligible, I couldn't find a single decent camera, which disappointed me and discouraged me from wanting to pursue photography. Back then, I preferred to just have fun. But when the first digital camera came along, I took up my dream and started a career as a photographer. But becoming a famous person, a famous photographer was not easy, because even the simplest of people have a talent for photography. Mortals. So I started out as an assistant to the mortal but famous photographer David Moyes, one of the most talented photographers of the last thirty years. What can I say, I was an errand girl, but then this old fool fell in love with me and I became his muse. He wanted to shoot me as a model, but I firmly refused: I hate the thought of it. Posing. Smiling for the camera. Being someone I'm not. So I left David, with whom I had nothing but work to do, and opened a small photography studio where I shot young models who wanted a cheap but high quality portfolio. This is how I started my journey from a photographer's assistant to a renowned fashion photographer who has clients booked months in advance. I don't have any assistants. I work alone – only I know what needs to be done for this or that photo, how to realise ideas, how to process, how to put light. I don't have a team that gets mixed up under my feet. And that's my speciality. I even do my own make-up and dress the models. Unless, of course, it's an order from another rich man who wants to "make a present" to his protégée – in which case, they dress and paint as they wish. Like monkeys. I don't care.