- Hi :) Do you remember me? You left me a card. Here, decide to write.
- Of course I remember :) Hello! Very happy... I waited.
- Really?
- Of course! (God, you'd know how! Two weeks! Two weeks of hell! Fourteen days, and each with twenty-four hours of waiting and endlessly hanging out on social media!)
- I'm here to read about you on the Internet, you are a star, it turned out :) Love the latest album – cool! I listen now all the days. Sorry if you don't understand that I'm writing — it's a translator.
"And I listen to your songs. Don't apologize for you!
I was told there was a fight. Are you okay?
- Yes, nonsense. Already healed, don't worry :) (God, she's worried! she's wondering like I am!)
"What were you doing in our city?"
- I wanted to look at you... hear live. (I wanted to fuck you! Pull the fucking mother off your clothes and slowly walk in, looking straight into your eyes. Feel what kind of person you are... How you moan with pleasure, how you bend towards you when you. As the body trembles with touch and is covered with droplets of sweat ... To smell how you smell... Leave a bunch of suckers on the tender neck, on the chest, on the thighs... To hear that you love me... Instead, a broken muzzle, a cold shower, and masturbation! I already have calluses, blah, like a teenager...)
- Seriously?! Are you serious? To fly in from England to look at me?
- Yes.
- Cute :) I don't have any fans like that yet. Listen, is skype? This chat is not comfortable.
- Yes, of course. Here, add...
With shaking fingers, Louis opened the Skype window and waited for a new contact to knock on his door... On her avatar, she had a long-eared desert fox, viciously baring her small teeth. Louis would have preferred her face, after all... Though... there was something about it... He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact.
Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.
The first time they spoke for a short time. Louis needed to go to the recording and he did not part with the mobile phone for a second, until the studio itself, and turned it off only when the soundman yelled. The annoyance that their conversation was interrupted, compensated by a feeling of boundless happiness – they still began to communicate!
His sudden departure and return with a broken lip and knuckles unnoticed by friends and family did not pass. He told his brother everything. He had no one closer or closer to Tom. Tom twisted his finger at the temple, and then said - show what kind of queen is there. Louis had a lot of photos from the concert. My brother looked at them for a long time, then watched the recording, listened. And I twisted my finger at the temple again.
"One fuck, better than drugs," he summed up and calmed down. True, he immediately began to drive his brother, taking advantage of the situation, but Lou knew how to cope with this.
After a week of communication, Lou mustered up the courage and asked Keith if she had a boyfriend. She laughed — she sent a bunch of emoticons, and said she didn't want to answer that question. No mood. She understood... I understood everything perfectly and correctly. He, such a fool, threw out all his cards to her on the move, without thinking. And she, with the characteristic of women sophisticated cruelty, began to torment his heart. I plucked a piece at a time, looked at, savored, spit out. Just to reach for the next one. Kitsune. Damn demon! He stabbed it on his shoulder blades, and fate was quick to send him a real werewolf as a reward. Or punishment.
And if young girls do such things instinctively and often unsuccessfully, due to youth, then she did it consciously, relying on life experience and knowledge of male psychology. And he got so used to their communication this week! It was endlessly interesting with her, Louis learned so many new things, discovered the world from such sides that he did not even suspect before! And ignorance of the language only added to the surreal charm of this strange novel.
And everything was wonderful, as long as they communicated like two people, in a friendly way. But as soon as Luis hinted at something more, this mockery began.
- Not funny... Is it really hard to answer if you have a boyfriend or not? Why include a? (Damn, I wrote this in vain - I won't understand that...)
"Did you call me a bitch?!
- For God's sake, no! Write to your friend, ask him – he will explain what I mean. (Ah, ah!)
- Now.
And she was gone. I didn't show up in the evening or the next day. And I didn't write on social media, he watched. Lou was going crazy with anxiety. She never gave him her phone number. How much does she have now? Ten o'clock in the evening. Should be online... Louis looked at Skype a hundred times a day, and another fifty at night. All he saw there was the Kitsune Offline badge.
And then it broke through. The songs ran down my throat. He didn't have time to write them down, choking. My heart ached with pain, it burned, even in my sleep, Lou could feel it. The guys in the band listened to what he wrote and gasped with delight – it was really cool, they would jump above their heads with a new album. That's another level. Span-new. Over-the-top.
Lou hardly slept and hardly ate. Only brown eyes remained on the sunken face. Their expression frightened even Louis himself when he happened to face his own gaze in the morning in the mirror. Another book she recommended reading... All the soul inside out.
He was already wondering if he could buy him a plane ticket again when she showed up. Simple and everyday, with the usual – hello! — as if they were just chatting yesterday, as if nothing had happened!
"Where have you gone?" I was worried... (Fuck, I almost died while you were being carried somewhere!!!)
- Were you very worried?
- Enough is enough. (It has begun...)
- Just left. There's no internet there. And there's no Skype on the weave. I teach English so as not to torment you :)
"Keith, don't do that anymore, okay?" I learned a few things too. And I read The Master and Margarita.
- Keith? Why Keith?
- Type the word "kitsune" into a search engine.
- Ahhahaha! Cool. Keith is so Keith. Do you have this thing on your back?
- I have this thing in my heart. (Heck... Lord, don't let me get stupid! Break my fingers so I don't think to write that I love her!)
- Hmm... Are you still applying for my boyfriend's job?
- Is that impossible? You don't like me at all? Or are you married? Answer, Keith, only honestly. Don't fool me. You are welcome. (PLEASE! I love you so much, if only you knew!)
"Where am I and where are you?" Who am I and who are you? Think about it. Besides, you're a major) I don't like guys like that.
- I don't get it... Major?
- UM... mama's son... from a wealthy family. You don't know life, you don't know the problems. We're very different.
"Baby, are you serious?" Is a lot of money a bad thing? And I've been earning them myself for a long time...
- A lot of money is not freedom. Do not be offended, do not be bored, do not lose :* It is time for me. I promise not to disappear. You're very good, really. It's interesting with you. Bye, Louis...
He waited for her to turn off, looked at the phone with hateful eyes and slammed it into the asphalt under his feet. The lid, the battery, the glass – all in different directions with splashes. It didn't get any easier and an angry tear crept down my cheek. Lou mechanically lubricated her with his fist.
He woke up because his arm was terribly numb. Just died. Lou tried to move it. It didn't work. He turned his head and understood why. Some maiden was sniffling on his shoulder, scattering dark hair on the pillow. Deuce... I wonder, and who is it? Although, what difference does it make?! It's not Keith. That will do. Annoyance and excruciating shame covered Lou, and immediately a viscous headache joined them. It was supposed to be so fucked up yesterday and listen to these assholes, and be in bed fucking-knows-with-who... Cheat on her with some first woman she meets...He gently shoved the girl in the shoulder:- Hey... Wake up.She just sleepily muttered something in response and rolled over to the other side. Louis hurriedly pulled out his unconscious hand and tried to move his fingers. Blood, running through the veins, stabbed them with needles. He looked at the palm where Kitty's stylized cat skull was impaled. Hello, Kitty... I cheated on you. And Keith. Or yourself in the first p
Flashes... in front of my eyes, in my head, in my stomach... Spots, shots, sweet jolts... Her moist, swollen lips, light moans, a lingering look from under half-lowered eyelashes, a shudder running through her stomach... Her heart fills the room with a bell ringing. Lou is ready to sell his soul to the devil for the opportunity to be there, on the other side of the screen, next to her... He does not take his eyes off, catches every movement of her body... The pleasure grows, reaches some unreal, crazy peak. He never imagined that it could be like this...He was embarrassed, not deftly undressing under her intent, studying gaze. All the ability to behave in front of the camera, all the experience of filming gave way to the modest eye of the webcam. He is skinny, it seems to him that from the whole body he has only elbows, knees and tattoos. How can she like it? But she says - beautifully, and asks to show everything, using a completely indecent word. Where did you hear it?! It's exciti
Louis pressed his forehead against the cool glass. The bus trembled on the move and this vibration was given in the whole body. He just called Kit, but she didn't answer. Maybe on stage... or already sleeping... or just busy... But I really wanted to talk. Hear her voice. Their conversations, of course ... Lou says something in Russian, she laughs, corrects. In English, he has to build phrases as if he is communicating with a small child. And she doesn't understand half of it. And yet, wonderful. Without another dose of this dope, Louis missed.The guys were still awake, but no one was in Lou's room. Everyone was already aware of his great love and high suffering. And since he is sitting - eyebrows with a house, sadness in his eyes - the girl does not pick up his phone. And it's better not to joke about it. For some reason, Sparks' sense of humor at such moments completely leaves.Louis was more sad, then took a picture of his sour face and sent it to her. Let him see how bad he is wi
After finishing the autograph session, Louis decided that now he could relax, hide Kit's small hand in his and dump away from everyone. But it was not there. They didn't want to let them go. Especially after he finally took his beloved by the hand. Flashes, microphones under the nose:Is this your new girlfriend?- How did you meet?- How long have you been together?- What is her name?“Tell me, does Lou have a tattoo on his penis?” (this is Keith).She laughed in response, and then said:Yes, and not alone!And stuck out her middle finger at the aimed cameras.Louis admired the compliment and Kit's resourcefulness, quickly and almost politely kicked out stupid questions and whispered in her ear:- We're running. And they won't leave...Jeff, the clever one, took the fire, and they quietly crawled back, dived into some passage, turned another and another, crawled under some structures and ended up in a field behind the stage. Technicians, quarreling, slowly dismantled the equipment.
“Kitty is a kitten, we have to go…” Louis decided to say, touching her hair with his lips. They had several hours to sack this city, and the time was running out. Kit sighed, lifted her head, muttered something in Russian, and dropped it back. It could be “yes, of course”, “I don’t want to go anywhere” or “go to hell” - his choice. She was, of course, tired because of the night flight and the sex marathon they had arranged. Lou, too, would gladly send everything away and would not get out of this bed for another year. But - it is necessary. It is necessary, it is necessary, it is necessary ... Jeff already called, sarcastically wondering where the devils are.Lou kissed her again and stroked her back.“Baby, wake up… You’ll sleep on the bus, okay?”When Keith, in response to his question, for how many days she flew in, raised her fingers spread out, he squeaked like a youngster at the sight of Justin Bieber: “Will you go somnoyKit?!She nodded.Five days! For five whole days! Lou tho
There were six of them, these baubles-notches, on Louis' hand when she said she would leave him. And nine when he decided to get rid of them.After a few wonderful days together on the tour bus, Lou yearned for Kit to death. Lived from call to call, from sms to emoticons in Skype. The rest of the events were a foggy annoying background.As soon as he had free time, he immediately flew to her. Kitsune met him at the airport. Lou almost ate it on the way home in a taxi. The driver looked sideways in the rear-view mirror and grinned. He didn't give a fuck... he inhaled the scent of her body and shook with passion. They barely made it to her door. The shaggy red dog Kitty only barked in surprise and was immediately sent to the kitchen.The sex was fast, greedy, hard. Tenderness will be ... later ... but for now - to drink each other in one gulp, choking ... Kit scratched his back, the stripes from the nails burned. And bit her lip. Louis felt the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. And t
He cuts the lettuce. Drives a knife along the green elastic stems. No thoughts in my head, no sensations inside. Or does it just seem so? He's so drunk that he can't feel his fingertips. They were numb. What the hell is he cutting? Forgot. Probably it should be.Baubles Whale. Dangling on the wrist. One, two, three... Nine. He may not count. Knows exactly. He remembers how she tied - fastened each of them. He remembers every meeting from the first to the last second. There was another one, the tenth ... Instead of a bauble, he received something else. Instead of a commemorative notch - a fat dot. All. End. Finish. Apocalypse.He looks at them and realizes that he intensely hates these harmless trinkets. It's like notes from heaven, pages from the diary of happiness, which are pinned to your chest with hefty nails before they kick you in the ass. So that when you fry in a damn frying pan, you, bitch, do not forget for a second how happy you once were.That's right... gotta get rid of t
"Alive, you fucking bastard?" Fuck-I-I, how did you scare me ... freak ... I hate you!This is the first thing Louis heard after his failed self-drinking attempt. Tommy… beloved younger brother, blinking word after word, trying to be like him in everything… that’s who found him in a pool of his own blood, almost dead… He felt something was wrong in some place, rushed through half the city… managed.“I nearly died when I saw this!” Why Lou? What for?The blue eyes of the little brother, round from experiences, look at him with such reproach ... He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his tied hand. Louis pictured Tom shaking him, tying his belt over his shoulder, covering his wounds with kitchen towels, dialing the ambulance with his blood-slick fingers, and he felt excruciatingly ashamed.“I… don’t know… I’m sorry, Tommy… I didn’t mean it, really… it just kind of happened… by accident…”His tongue barely moves in his parched mouth.- How are you? Do you want something?"Drinking... I
Kitty. The tip of the tongue pushes into the incisors twice, giving birth to the rhythm of her name. Like one of her bells jingling.Kitty. A drop of Metaxa on the lips. Two steps up the stairs to heaven.Ki-i-itti... It's like you're beckoning a wayward cat. Will he give a stroke or scratch his hands?Kitty. A syllable for each of her men. Two steps up the stairs to hell.Whale. One. The only one.Hank is drunk. Not too much, only to a pleasant dizziness, when the fingertips and the skin on the cheekbones become slightly numb, and the surrounding sounds become muffled. Yes, he drinks alone, so what? It cannot be called loneliness. She is here, with him, inside him, like the strongest alcohol, only this hop will not disappear with the dawn.Hank pushes the empty glass away with two fingers and reaches for the phone again. He doesn't let go of it anyway. The glass smells of roses. It smells of their first night, in which there was no one but the two of them, an empty park and a huge st
Her breathing and heartbeat stopped twice. Once while waiting for the ambulance. The second is on the way to St. Thomas Hospital. For the first time, Inspector Donovan had led her indefatigable, incomprehensible, bottomless heart. The second is a defibrillator.Of course she called him. Of course, she didn't wait...because she couldn't. They took Maniac. Miracle or divine providence, but with one blow of her almost toy knife she managed to blind him. Blind, he didn't get far. The kid the psycho used as bait wasn't physically hurt. Released from the ropes, he, sobbing like a child, pushed the policemen aside and held her head in his lap until the ambulance arrived.At the hospital, she underwent emergency surgery and received half a bucket of blood. The doctor said that the condition is stable, but life in general is not in danger.Tom flew along the night track at such a speed that he lost control and flew over the fence. The car is trash. He escaped with a broken ankle. The case was
The new taxi driver did not remain silent, but asked again - is the miss sure that she needs to go there? Kit irritatedly repeated that she was sure, and promised double the payment if they got there as quickly as possible. The Indian, swarthy as milk chocolate, beamed and said that the Fast and the Furious would seem like turtle races to her - with such speed he would drive Miss to her destination. Kit didn't listen to him. Her heart clenched in pain and horror. Harry got her... Even from prison, from solitary confinement, he could reach out to hurt her.Tapi… the baby's face came into view. He smiled and held out his plump hands to her. What will happen to him if she dies? Volume? Louis? What will happen to them all?But does she have a choice? She can't, she has no right to risk Hank's life... Because of her, only her fault, he got into trouble... She won't forgive herself if the Imitator kills this pure, innocent boy just starting to live. She can't live with it.“Here, miss. Ever
Kit tapped the end of the phone on the table, opened the case, closed it. She sighed. Strong coffee was cold in a tiny cup. She finished it in one gulp and beckoned the waiter to order more. Hank, who asked for a date, was running late. It didn't look like him. She agreed, reluctantly… After his antics with graffiti, the situation at home was like a minefield. Both pout. Both pretend not to pout. Both of them demonstrate in every possible way what magnificent husbands and even more magnificent fathers they are, in order to let her fully experience in this contrast what a cruel, heartless and immoral pig she is. Both secretly rummage through her phone, tablet and laptop. Both lay out in bed so that sometimes she crawls into the bathroom on wobbly legs - for five minutes to freshen up, and locks herself there for an hour to rest. She already hurts to sit.They did not hear any other answer to their question that evening. Lou grunted, "Do what you want with whom you want, but not in our
Tapi, say - Raivo. Well, repeat the same - Paradise, - Keith persuades his son.— Ay-oh! - the redhead chirps cheerfully and again tries to grab the smoky bobtailed ball on plump paws. And he is trying to grab a human cub, diligently opening his small, but already quite toothy mouth. The son laughs. The puppy growls, thinly, funny. Both are equally funny, clumsy. Louis watches this with a smile. She and Tom did not dare, but some damn mysterious HD did not hesitate, took and gave her a puppy. And she seems to be quite happy. Fuck! To the question - what kind of HD, allowing herself such almost intimate gestures, she waved it off - but, there is only one fan. Rrr. It seems that to feel with this woman something one thing, positive, for example: happiness, peace, peace, is absolutely unrealistic. There will definitely be a dark side, a fly in the ointment, a worm of doubt, a soul-rending minor note in a seemingly major melody.“There’s some moron under our windows drawing a heart on the
“The bullet is the last solid argument in our argument with you, in our argument with you, in our argument with you,” Keith repeated the chorus line and listened as the melody reached its highest point, to the climax, and then stopped. Phew... She's squeezed like a lemon. Exhausted and happy. She smiled and thanked the audience. I caught a plush animal thrown by someone on the stage. I put on my shoes. James was already waiting for her like a bayonet, escorted her to the dressing room and froze outside like a rock. The guys quietly hated him, unfairly believing that he was reporting to the Sparks about Kit's every move. Only with Lekha did he develop a warm, almost friendly relationship. Equally large, massive, they looked at this world and one small woman from one point of view accessible to them.Kit armed herself with a cotton pad and makeup remover. Let the boys hang out if they want, but she is tired like a dog. Erase this mask from your face and go to the hotel, bye.“Miss Keith
Hank took a deep breath. Turned over to the side. On the stomach. Again on the side. Opened, it seemed that it was too hot. The clock at the head of the room lit up part of the room with a ghostly light, showing 2:13 am on the clock face. There was no sleep at all. Pulling the pillow from under his head, he pressed it to his stomach, wrapping it around his knees. At least some illusion of a red-haired witch is nearby ... He had never fallen in love so quickly and painfully.Once he got on the Internet, he surfed for hours on end, looking at her photos, listening to her music, and reading articles, interviews, and gossip of all kinds. In the photo, she often appeared with one of her boyfriends, or even with both at once ... Jealousy was driven into her heart like a painful nail at the sight of their happy faces and remained there, burning. The brothers adored her, and it was impossible to hide it - the camera does not know how to lie. At one time they did not advertise their relationsh
Hank woke up completely numb. The water was chilly before dawn. The sky was already brightening in the east. Only his stomach and chest were warm, against which the Kitsune curled up under his windbreaker was pressed. Didn't dream. She and all this wonderful night he did not dream.Smiling, he pulled his numb hand out from under his red head as carefully as possible, gently stroked her hair, and got up to stretch his body, stiff from an uncomfortable overnight stay. We slept for three or four hours, probably ... I want to drink to death. Kitty sighed, curled up tighter like a cat, but didn't wake up. It's probably freezing... I wonder what time it is? His phone died at night. When will the damn gates open? A couple of cups of strong hot tea and a good English breakfast are a must for them. It is necessary to wake her up ... I wonder what awaits him after waking up? Will she smile? Get up and walk away with a stone face? It's kinda scary...Squatting down in front of her face, he strok
“Turn away,” she demands sharply, and Hank obediently turns away while she dresses. You could just watch ... and not only ... and suddenly - how you cut it off. Lowering his head, he picks up his clothes scattered on the grass and makes an attempt to pull his tight jeans over his wet body. It turns out badly ... His hands tremble, his knees give way. And not at all because spring in London is not Thailand for you. Oh, what was it? And now what? What's next?Once dressed, Hank turns around, unsure where to look. In the eyes? Perhaps best in the eyes. In the bottomless, with predatory sparks ... almost inhuman. They just had something like that ... and now? A cloud that has run into the moon hides Kitsune's face in a dense shadow, not allowing him to make out his expression. Blood rushes to his cheeks and a new wave of shivers wash over Hank from head to toe. He lowers his gaze, staring at her bare feet.“You are so beautiful…” he says softly, unable to think of anything better. - I…“S