The girl with no name, chapter 6.

The girl with no name is a story I started a year ago.

http://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2016/01/the-girl-with-no-name.html

It is about a young woman with severe memory loss, living in a mansion together with her grandfather. One day she becomes aware that her grandfather has a tenant for the boathouse next to the lake. Despite her loss of memory and her almost zombie like existence she gets curious.

Well....actually....the girl with no name is a sequel to another story....I wonder if people can guess which.

The girl with no name. Chapter 6

She opened her eyes and looked in to the amazing ocean colour of his eyes.

The big smile that appeared on her face drew dimples that only showed at the rare moments she was really happy.

"You beautiful mother fucker...you scared me." She whispered.

His mouth found hers and silently they kissed.

For a short moment his lips left hers and he said:

"I thought you were dead..."

With her index finger she wiped away a tear in the corner of his eyes.

"I was dead, Eddie."

His two hands clasped her face.

"Oh my love...that moment when I saw you being hit...I..." He shivered while a tormented moan left his mouth.

"Edward!" A stern voice sounded.

And more friendly the old man said while he approached the bed in which the young woman and the hypothermic man were covered in a pile of blankets:

"Edward...it is perhaps better to leave the events of the past to Hálwen herself to remember. Don’t try to haste things..."

"Grandpa..." Hálwen pushed herself up from the bed.

"Don't talk about me as if I'm not there."

"I'm sorry, child." He laughed.

"This is all a bit awkward and unreal. I forgot you were always such a perky individual.

I'll take Edward's temperature, if that is all right with you - and go back to the house. I'm sure you both won't mind a nice warm soup."

When the grandfather left the boathouse, both Hálwen and Eddie looked at each other.

Abashed.

Like two children left alone in a room with a big pie, excessively decorated with cream and icing, they stared in each other's eyes until Hálwen shyly averted her eyes.

"How...how are you feeling?" She cleared her throat.

Edward furled his brow. Pulling her back under the sheets.

"Hungry." He grunted as he grabbed her butt and pushed her up against him.

The old man, William, was in the kitchen preparing to warm a sturdy broth and putting three bowls on a tray to take back to the boathouse.
"Nothing like a full vegetable soup." William mumbled.
"Oh." Suddenly he remembered he had to make an urgent phone call.

When he walked to his study he heard a sound...like breaking glass.

The silence.

"Miles?" William called.

Nothing.

When he picked up the phone to dial the number on the vintage telephone he heard another sound. William shook his head and concentrated on the call he was going to make.

"District Police, how can I help you?"
"Oh, yes.... good evening.... I would like to report an assault.... possible attempted murder."

A firm hand grabbed around the fragile old man's.... forcing him to break the connection.
"No, sir.... no calls."

Then the old man felt something crashing down his head.
He saw the two men, before he collapsed and everything went black.
"Hàlwen." He croaked...in a sad attempt to warn his granddaughter.

Ivar and the Wolf, part 2

I am really confused when I get back to my own apartment.

"That is one weird mother fucker." I mumble when I make myself some tea.

I call Mara. We talk for a while. I stroke my cat who is sitting on my lap. I eat a biscuit. Mara warns me. "You should probably stay away from him. He will fuck you in the brain."

"I wouldn't really mind to be fucked by him." I tell her.

"Ha! No, I'm sure you wouldn’t. But I will have to pick up the pieces."

"Mara..."

"Ivar. I know you. Don't get yourself hurt. That's all I'm saying."

"I know.... thank you."

Why did he first deny he was the Ed on that note he left under my wipers? Such a weird guy. I wonder what he is doing now.

I take a glass from the cupboard. Put it upside down on the floor and kneel over it. I comb my hair behind my ear and press it at the bottom of the glass. I listen.
Music.

Someone walking.

Talking.

Then the music is turned down. Again talking. A man's voice. Then a short laugh.
Footsteps and a door slamming.

Silence.

I brush my teeth and put on my pyjamas. I like these pyjamas. They are comfy. Ugly of course, with the soccer print, ugly but comfy.

Doorbell.

The wolf stares at my slippers. My fluffy bunny slippers.
He scrapes his throat. Suppresses a laugh.

"Are you about to go to sleep? Sorry for bothering you. Cute pyjamas. You look like a little boy."

"What do you want?" I ask. Lifting my chin in an aggressive manner.

"Uh..." He is silent. Just looks into my eyes. Then his insanely long lashes slowly drop over his mesmerizingly blue ones as he closes them and rubs his brow with his fingers. Like trying to concentrate...or in pain.
"... I need your car keys to get your car repaired." He croaks.

"Oh, yes, sure." I say and turn around to get the keys.

"I won't need my car tomorrow, but I...."

"You need some insurance you'll get your car back, of course." He interrupts.

"I thought of that."

He takes a step back and picks up a case he left in the hallway.

"This is my guitar. It is very valuable to me. Keep it as a deposit."

Relieved he understands my trust issues I take the case inside and put it on the kitchen table. Carefully open it to discover a worn acoustic guitar.

"It doesn't look like much, but...." I hear right behind me, not realizing he has followed me inside.
He delicately strokes a lock of my hair behind my ear. Caresses my neckline. It's like time stands still for a moment.
I step aside.

He takes the guitar out of the case and gently fingers the snares.

I hope he won't embarrass me by starting to play. Or worse; sing.
"No problem." I quickly say. "Here are my keys. Just be gentle with my car."

In bed I savour the memory of the warmth of his fingers when he took the car keys from my hand.
I remember that same warmth when we held hands at that party.

I sigh. Push back the pillow and try to sleep.

After another boring day at the office I return home, happily looking forward to a boring evening in my cosy apartment. Not true really. It wasn't a boring day at all. It was rather busy, and I had to deal with a couple of angry customers on the phone. But I managed to pacify them and I got compliments from my boss. And....ugh.... it was boring...

I look out of the window and notice that my car isn't back yet.

I'm so stupid. Trading my car for a used up old guitar. The guy doesn't look reliable at all, and how do I even know he's going to repair my car - even acknowledge wrecking it?

Shit.

I light candles, put on some music and take a quick shower.

"It's getting dark already." I muse when I close the curtains.
Still no car.

The body butter Mara gave me a couple of days ago smells delicious. I am torn between eating it or rubbing it onto my body.

Looking in the mirror as I slowly massage the crème on my belly I notice I'm getting a tummy. Maybe get back to running a couple of times a week. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.
Mmmm....amazing smell...

I didn't hear him. He was just there suddenly. Walking up to me out of the shade. I should scream, but I don't.
Our eyes lock through the mirror. I lean back when I feel his body warmth and let out a sigh when he puts his hands on my bare hips, his long hair falling over my naked shoulder when he kisses my throat.

That same mesmerising warmth oozing from his fingers as they stroke the inside of my arm while he gently bends it backward, behind my back.

His other hand glides over my tummy, and slowly he starts touching me. Working me till my knees start to give and I can hardly stand anymore.

I gasp, flex my hand and feel his excitement through the fabric of his pants.

He breathes out as if he held his breath all this time. With a soft whimper.
The warmth. It is all around me.
I don't know if it is him or me that makes that moaning sound.

And then I don't feel his agile fingers on me anymore. Nor his warm body behind me.

I'm on the floor - my hands pressed against my mouth, not comprehending what just happened  - when I hear the sound of my car keys falling on the table.
"Your car is fixed." I hear him say. "I'm no longer in your debt. Sleep well."

And then the door is being shut.

Ivar and the wolf

"Mara you couldn't have picked a more slutty outfit for us." I say.

"I can't possibly wear this."
"Nonsense." My friend says determined. Pulling the skirt down at the front, which almost makes my boobs fall out of that corselet.
"You look cute...we look cute."
I look at Mara who really doesn't look decent at all. To say the least.
"Come on Mara, we don't look like Snow White and Goldilocks, we look like hookers!"

"Listen, Ivar, we are going to have fun. Don't be such a tight-ass. Here. Grab another beer. You look awesome. Doesn't she, Paul?"

Paul hands Mara and me another beer. He looks at me, then at her and kisses her on the mouth. He has a naughty smirk on his face.

"You both look hot."

"Paul!" Mara cries.

"And don't call her Ivar. That's so weird." Paul laughs.

Mara, Paul and me are in the sub on our way to a fancy dress party given by some people I don't really know. Paul knows them. I think she is a model and he a photographer, or a drummer. I can't recall. They live in the financial district. Fancy indeed. We walk up an alley and a doorman checks our invitation and points to a rusty gate behind which is an elevator.
The loft apartment is already filled up with people. Almost all of them dressed as fairy tale figures. The balcony doors are open and an overwhelming fog of marihuana swirls inside. The music is loud. Someone hands me another beer.

"Here. Let me take your coat." A man says. He is green. His face, his hands, his clothes. Even his hair.

I smile.

"Goldilocks, right?" He gently pulls one of the ringlets of my blond wig.

"I'm Floyd." He smiles. "Wanna dance?"

Floyd turns out to be a very entertaining guy. Even more after a couple of drinks and the puff we had on the terrace. When he leans over to kiss me my wig falls off. I try to grab it, but somehow I hit it and it tumbles over the rail...into the deep.

"Shit." I laugh. "I'm a mess."

Floyd wants to kiss me again, but I walk past him. I just need to pee.

When I get inside again they play the Dead Kennedy's; Too drunk to fuck.

In the corridor on my way to the toilet I bump into a guy. Almost slam into the wall.

"Watch out." He says. Grabs my arm. Looks me in the eyes.

"Are you okay?" The guy asks in a deep husky voice.
He has the most intense blue eyes. Accentuated by the charcoal smear around them.
"Wolf!" My instict cries, and suddenly I feel dizzy.

"Muuuuurkkkk." I sound. And throw up over his shoes.

I rinse my mouth with some toothpaste on my finger and try to wash off Floyd's green greasepaint from my face. And, I notice embarrassed, a green smudge on my boob.

When I look in the mirror I see a run down Goldilocks. Without the blond wig, but the dirndl dress still makes me look like a porn star. Well, more like Nina Hagen in the morning, though. Why can't I keep things low key. Just be this nice girl looking like a hoe at parties. But no. I have to get drunk, stoned, kiss the green goblin and throw up over the shoes of the big bad wolf too.

That guy did look like a predator. Or a racoon. I giggle.

One more time I splash water in my face, comb my short hair backwards with my fingers.

There is still green on my face, but I look a bit better.
I need to find Mara and Paul and go home.

When I get out of the bathroom the guy with the charcoal make up around his eyes, is leaning against the wall. He's wearing a black jeans and a black faded tee, with a faded cord jacket. Also black. I notice he has brown curly hair, partly hanging on his shoulders but also stashed away in a mask he has on the back of his head. I look at his shoes. I guess he has held them under the tab. They are wet, but clean. Doc Martins. They look worn.
He's taking a sip of his beer. Perfect pink lips.
He nods when he sees me looking at him.
I know I'm blushing.

"Feeling better?" He asks in a cynical tone.

"I'm so sorry." I start, but am interrupted by Mara.

"There you are! We were worried. That green guy you were with said you had left suddenly. Are you okay?"
Then she walks up to me and whispers:
"Who's that gorgeous guy? He's so your type. A skinny bum." She winks at me.
Mara can be so bolt at certain days. I worry what might happen next.
"I don't..."

But she already walks up to him.

"Hi, I'm Mara. How's it going? Have you met my friend Ivar?"

"Uh...no, I'm just standing here...don't know him."

I giggle.
Mara gestures at me.

"Ivar. Come here. Say hi to.... sorry, what's your name?"

He looks at Mara's face and then at me. Ignoring her question.
"Ivar?"

"Uhm...yes...hi." I hold out my hand.

His hand is warm and soft.

I feel like holding his hand forever. And he takes no effort to let go of mine either.

Must be a bit awkward, because I hear Mara sigh.

"There is my baby." Paul walks up and hugs Mara, kissing her in her neck.
Behind him the green goblin, Floyd, giving me a big grin.

We all kind of embrace, like it's a reunion. Floyd hands out some beers.

From the corner of my eye I see the charcoal guy walking away into a melee of people. The mask on the back of his head is indeed a wolf mask.
He also has a tail.

"Wolf!" I call, but he doesn't turn around.

I'm dreaming that I'm at a party and wearing that same outrageous porn dirndl, but this time it is red. I'm also wearing a hooded cape. Obviously red too. My dream life doesn't spare me. I'm on my knees, pleasuring an anonymous man and am about to lower his greenish jeans when his hand lifts my chin. I look up in the face of a wolf with the bluest eyes. The wolf snarls:
"You drunken bitch!" And backhands me.

With a start I wake up. Clutching my cheek.

After the shower I feel a bit better. There still seems to be cotton wool in my head, but I manage to get dressed and am ready to go. I put on some lipstick, the colour matches my little red parka. I'll get coffee on my way to the office.

When I walk to my car I see someone parked his truck in the most inconvenient way; half on the pavement, and blocking access to my car. As I get closer, to check things out, I see a large scratch and a dent on my bumper.

This day never seems to come to an end. And I'm so happy when it's 5 o'clock so I can go home. I bought some groceries and when I walk up to my house I remember my car.

The truck is still standing there, but I notice there is a note under one of the windscreen wipers.

Last night I hit your car while trying to park.
I'm so very sorry.
Please contact me at this address so we can work things out.

Ed

The address is in my building. The asshole lives in my building.
One floor under me, to be precise.

I mutter a curse, but decide to go there right away.

Clutching my groceries against my chest I press the bell.
I hear nothing, only music.
I knock.

Nothing.

Just when I walk away the door opens.

I turn. He's wearing a blue tee now, and no make up, but I recognize him.
It's the wolf.

He has an angry frown and leans against the doorpost, arms folded. Nice biceps.

"Can I help you?" He mumbles.

"Ehhh...yes. My car?"

In a bored manner he lifts his head to look at me. Then his eyes seem to get bigger.
"Ivar?"

Then he lowers his gaze, raises one brow and says:
"So...you are a naughty Goldilocks at night and a prude Little Red Riding Hood during the day?"

"Cute." I smirk. "About my car?"
"What about it?" He says in a slow voice.
"You wrecked it."

"How'd you know it was me?"
"This note?"
I wave the note in front of his annoyingly handsome face.

"Hold still." He grabs my wrists to look at it.
Nah...'s not my handwriting." He takes it from my hand and crumples it. Sticks it in his back pocket.
"Aren't you Ed?" I reach over and take back the crumpled note. I can't help noticing he has a firm round little butt.
He raises his brows. Presumes innocence.
"Who says I'm Ed?"

"Don't you live here?"
"Maybe."
"God, you're an asshole." I turn around and want to walk away, but he puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Ivar." He laughs. "Ivar." He repeats. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'll have your vehicle repaired. I'll take it to the car repair tomorrow. Of course I will."

Then he does the oddest thing. He stares at me for a while, frowns, bends his head forward and looks at me through all that hair that has fallen in front of his face. Then he straightens, combs his hair backwards and sighs.
And then he mumbles to himself:
"I can't have this right now."

He takes a step back and slowly closes the door while he promises:
"Tomorrow."

Her true nature, part 2 (not ready yet)

This is part two of the story that started as a challenge. I wrote part one in January 2015.

Here is the link in case you want to read it (again).

http://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/01/challenge-my-true-nature.html

~"Oh please father let me go to him. Look at him! His sorrow is likely to kill him.

Why can't I go? It's not fair that my brother can be with him and I cannot. My brother is looking after him - yes I know- but please, father. It is killing me too." Begged the kelpie.

~"Your brother did not give himself the way you did," said her father firm.

"You knew what would happen."

The ethereal young man was wondering why the beautiful horse always left at a certain time. One moment they were playing at the beach, like she used to do - with a smile he remembered the frail woman frolicking through the waves, surprizing the horse, her sparkling laughter and the high pitched neigh of the stallion- and the next moment it would gallop away. Into the surf, and then he would be gone.

The first time the steed did that he was worried, but the following day it would be waiting for him. Watching over the waters, comforting him, offering his strong neck and mane for him to lean on...and weep.

Where did she go? Where? Why?

It was driving him mad.

His friends worried for his sanity. They listened to the story of the young woman that broke his heart, but they never believed him: How she had vanished - sobbing he would tell them that she had vanished into the sea, like foam, dissolved.

He's drunk. They would say, and that was true. He drank too much, and then he would stumble back to the shore, wait for his four-legged friend and look out for her.

The sea creature looked stern when he spoke to his daughter.

~"There is only one way for you to regain your human form. And you know perfectly well what that is. You scorned your true nature, and for what? Lust? Love? For a human!"

~"He's not; I know he's not!" The kelpie cried out.

"You know what grandmother said! She knows! She knows!"

~"All right." The father sighed. "I will give you another chance. Do what you have to do. Act according to our ways.

And if he survives; he's not...human."

With a heavy heart the young woman waded through the surf towards the shore. Her father's voice echoed in the back of her head; do what you have to do.
She was scared.

But she was exited also. She pushed away her father's warning. Now she was back in her human form and she would see him again. The beautiful young man she had been craving.
Her long hair floated on the surface around her. Like kelp made out of silk. She only wore a tee, too large for her so it was almost like a dress. It clung to her body when she left the water. Each step in the sand she cherished. Oh land. Oh warmth. Oh earth.

The moon helped her find her lover. He was lying against a dune. A bottle of gin in his hands. His head leaning backwards in the beach grass. His mouth open, a bit of drool on his chin. He had obviously passed out. She kneeled beside him. Tenderly stroked an unruly lock of hair out of his face. She gasped when he softly moaned and closed his mouth. Despite the state he was in he was so beautiful.

With one finger she traced the shape of his lips. His brow. The serious furrow above the bridge of his nose.

She took his head and slowly placed it into her lap to make him more comfortable. Stroking his chest, his shoulders, his bare arms, his long hair that looked golden in the pale light of the moon.

Hardly audible she began to sing.

A mist from the sea announced daybreak. Gulls made themselves audible. The horse quietly approached. He whinnied and happily tossed his head when he discovered the young woman watching over his human friend.

~"Hello brother," the kelpie said. "I'm back."