NADILIYA - VAMPIRE FROM BAGHDAD

NADILIYA - VAMPIRE FROM BAGHDAD
Taken from "Ghost Night" (73-75str.)

It happened long ago. Summer. When in the gardens of Baghdad all night singing nightingales, and the air was filled with the aroma of roses.
Some merchant no longer trust his wife, whom he loved. And because of this he stepped onto the road that led him to the heart of darkness. Here is his story.
He was called a merchant Abul-Hassan, and her - Nadill. He was a rich and powerful. She - the daughter of an old scientist, whose nondescript little house was lost in a poor neighborhood of the city. But when a rich merchant in the spring for the first time saw her, the beauty of this woman bewitched him. Shortly thereafter, he took Nadill from its quiet, timid parents and made his wife.
The house where he brought her, it was countless rooms and courtyards, but Nadill seemed quite this happy. She just huddled in the most shady, dark corners and all the hot summer days only concern was to hide in cool, shady places away from the sun, which shone dazzlingly on the white walls and stubborn rays filtering through the thick fan palms. She ate almost nothing. In a sleepy reverie she did not notice was served to her. Reluctantly, as if forcing herself, she went out of his secluded refuge to meet her husband.
But when the daylight disappeared and lighted the lamp, Nadill animation. Refreshing evening breezes, seemed to return her to life, revived, n she becomes the tender and affectionate wife, which wanted Abul-Hassan. With a playful smile, she beckoned him into bed. Delighted with Abul-Hassan forget her daily apathy, explaining this sweltering heat of the day. And her strength restored, he believed, life-giving evening coolness. Dream merchant every night was a deep, calm and dreamless.
But one day, Abul-Hassan, it suddenly awoke in the night. His wife was not there, he could not find it n the other rooms. For some time, Abul-Hassan lay motionless. But gradually the soft rustle of palm fronds outside again imposed on him sleep.
He woke up again only when the viscous singing muedzzinov floated over Gog comes from the minaret to minaret, calling the righteous Muslims at morning prayer, Nadill just returned. He secretly from under her lashes watched her as she took off her cloak and veil, and did not even budge, pretending to be asleep when she dived into bed.
The following night she disappeared again. On the third night he followed her.
She easily ran down the street, passing orchards and disappearing behind the corners, as if secretly want a date. Abul-Hassan did not lag behind. She rushed down the winding
along the quiet streets of the bazaar is now the avenue, and finally stopped at the gates of the walled house in the old quarter of the city. Gates seemed to themselves before it opened.
Staying in the shadows, hiding, Abul-Hassan followed his wife into the courtyard and down the steep stone stairs and a long corridor. Here he stopped suddenly, realizing what he commits a sacrilege. It was a ce-Main crypt. On the walls were a number of sarcophagi.
He slowly moved forward, following the faint tinkle of silver bracelets that are worn on the ankles Nadill, and for the rustle of her silk trousers. Pretty soon he reached the archway. Tinkling quiet. Confused, he stopped and began to look around.
Opened before him a stone vault, the dimly lit entrenched in a wall niche funeral lamps. And there, among the piles of human bones and burial offerings, kneeling by his wife. When Abul-Hassan saw what she was doing, his heart pounding.
Breathing heavily and moaning, Nadill pulled out of the coffin the body of the deceased. She pulled out her hand and with eager growl dug his little sharp teeth into the gray dead flesh.
Abul-Hassan froze. Recovering himself, he slipped out of the crypt, and drove home. All this long night he lay awake, tormented by dark and disturbing thoughts. At dawn, his wife once again slipped into bed, flushed and heavy, swollen from sleepless nights over the centuries. No, he did not tell her, but the whole
next day watched her. It was the same as before - absent, lax, hiding in the shadows and awakened only shadows lengthen and dusk.
Abul-Hassan suggested that she eat. She refused, but she smiled at him affectionately. And then, when he saw a glimmer of her predatory white sharp teeth, he could not restrain himself:
- Maybe you want the meat of the dead, wife? - He asked.
She stiffened. Her eyes flashed, her lips parted in a terrible wide grin distorted her pretty face. And suddenly, as light as a cat, she jumped at it.
Abul-Hassan was ready for it. His crooked knife, he stabbed his wife. He buried her there, without due ceremony outside the walls of his house, so as not to defile it. If the servants and noticed something they did not dare open his mouth. Abul-Hassan was a stern master, and a strange, silent woman, whom he brought into the house and made his wife, not won any of their love, or location.
But the misadventures Abul-Hassa on not over. He understood it on the third night after the murder. When he awakened from a troubled sleep, looked out the window at the flashing between the leaves of palm trees at night the stars his wife, or rather, a kind of ghostly likeness of his wife, came to him.
It emerged at the foot of the bed and stood up among the pillows and carpets, carpeted floor. White shirt with bloody rags clinging to her body, bleeding wound in his side, which caused her Abul-Hassan, one arm hung motionless, his face was like a frozen mask, lip dropped, his eyes sunken. She moved, but not as a living - jerk, angularly, as a puppet.
The Bad stench of decomposing-body came from her.
Gently smiling dead mouth, she reached the bed where he lay trembling with fear Abul-Hassan. She took a deep crawled to him, wheezing and muttering something. Revolving stench grew stronger, rattling louder and louder. She bent over him, and sharp its teeth almost touched his neck.
Abul-Hassan threw a ghost from his bed and he jumped to his feet, calling for the servants, and requiring fire. A moment later the room was filled with people, and ghostly creature has disappeared.
But Abul-Hassan has already realized what had happened. Nadill while still alive to be reunited with evil forces. Man of the birth, however, she was hiding from daylight, and flourished only in darkness and to the same taste for carrion. After his death she was completely taken prisoner forces of darkness, and they used it in their dark purposes, and to meet their nefarious desires. She became a vampire, a soulless corpse, feed on human blood.
Abul-Hassan went to his father Nadill and forced him to tell everything he knew about his daughter. The old man confessed that his daughter was a witch, who gave up his soul to Satan, and has since become the slave of a secret vice. And such was his diabolical power that even his own father is forced to remain silent and endure.
Together father and husband dug the body and burned it, and dispelled the ashes, so that there is nothing that would rise from the earth and wander about the world, when good people are asleep. Abul-Hassan, threw the ashes into the river, claimed that during his on
south to the Persian Gulf and melted in a huge sea washes the edge of the land.
Nadill never worried about living.