Oblivion. Reality was dead. The outside world was dumb. There was a shadow of the huge wings on so much whitish ceiling. His breath was near her ear. Her eyes were closed. They didn’t want to see anything. Nothing had to prevent her from enjoying the physically close moment. Her ears were deaf. They listened only to their own sounds, nothing more they wanted to. They weren’t interested. They were silent in time with beating of the heart.
It was unusual gravity-free, bewildering, tormenting the atrabiliary capsules with a red-hot hammer demanding to let adrenalin out. Endorphins were indulging the hypophysis mad already. Energy. Like a furious volcano that had already broken the holistic earth cover, destroyed life, immersing it into an adult metaphor, offering to go through a hyperbolic way up to personification with no hesitation and shame of itself, with no care of the world time, its nasty mocking hands that ruthlessly touched cosmic matter, moving it closer to the inevitable vacuum black, voracious hole.
There was no end. Nobody waited for it. They both like naïve children, believed in its absence, pretending that it was ok, life wasn’t as bad as they used to think. It was so good to have all desired ability to play tricks with yourself and believe in illusion for a while. There was no desire to refuse it and the girl wanted her to belong to it… to him fully.
The demon devoured the energy she let out. He couldn’t help taking it. He needed to feed to give him to her again. He had no thoughts to give up her energy.
Space was still unsustainably, confusing with its spatial hammock where they both were lying. It was talking, cradling them like a babe. Victoria wasn’t there. She wasn’t on the earth. She was mastering the space, studying its internal structure, molecule and atom structure which didn’t exist when Kharon didn’t touch her. He was a magician. Was he good or bad? There was no answer. It didn’t matter. Kharon created a perfect illusion of a popular fairy tale.
The more pleasant the girl was, the stronger she felt her energy leaving. The more energy she lost the stronger Kharon became that had a staggering influence on his loving actions. The stronger the demon became the more energy he made the girl let out. It was a vicious circle filled with viciousness and cyclicity. He didn’t want to abrupt it. None of them wanted to come out of it neither the demon nor Victoria.
And the light… it was nearby. Here it was. It stroked the couple, hovering in the gravity-free who stroked each other in the ceiling arch.
‘I’m sorry, dear,’ the demon said very quietly, ‘I can feel you be about to release all your potential,’ he clasped her in his arms, ‘and I have to take it.’
And it went again…
The next morning Victoria could just open her eyes and nothing more. This time she wasn’t scared. She knew what was going on and when it was over. It was just pleasure and feelings of that she had got everything out of her life and indeed she had no need to live further. She didn’t care if she faced sudden death, she was ready for it. Both her body and her soul were full of indescribable admire and happiness.
Victoria just lay naked in her owns silence, with her closed eyes and felt Kharon’s gentle touching. She wanted to smile but she was in no state to do it. Her soul smiled instead, and the demon saw that fabulous smile and was glad that he was the reason of that happiness and readiness to go to another world.
10
th
October 2013 (Thursday)
A week passed like a mad second, having left neither trace no moment memories. The world ran around, the universe twisted its hot record, setting a time, comfortable for it. it had fun looking at struggling people stumbled trying to catch and even outpace. Victoria danced in that chaotic, whirlpool-like stream being consumed with the universe love for the demonic creature.
The merry tempo exhausted the girl. She was tired and wanted to close her eyes to have some rest… just to breathe. But no. Would you be ever able to get out of tornado if you were in the centre of it? There was a crazy tornado outside when wind speeds exceeded F5 according to F-Scale. No, you would never get out of there. You would have to run with it like a squirrel in a cycle.
Victoria was in the country manager’s office again and waited for the meeting with him, thinking that she was fed up with him.
Every morning Gregory came to the girl to find out how she was getting. He was sitting with her for fifteen minutes, asking some questions which the girl didn’t answer. But she couldn’t ask him to go away.
There was silence. A dead silence. The clock hands broke it with its second time. It was silent compulsion. The implacable circle was on the wall and ticked and ticked and ticked. With a sad look under her eyebrows Vic followed the second-hand scoured circle by circle, suppressed and was unable to say no.
‘Victoria,’ Gregory broke into the office and with rapid steps came up to the girl. ‘It’s a pleasure to see you gain… I wish it had been in the formal setting again.’
Vic raised and took his extended hand. The man slightly squeezed it and started mumbling something, but Vic didn’t listen to him.
The unexpected touch provoked the storm of unconnected pictures. In the beginning Vic saw everything like by a child’s eyes. Funny, carelessly, small problems, worthless draw the childish phycology crazy. There was a phrase “I want” blinked before her eyes. Then the world changed. It grew up, lost its colours and details. But “I want” was still there. Plus “I’ll get it” was added to it. Views of the teenager were so proud, arrogant and stupid, understanding nothing or accepting everything exactly the opposite. And the last world view was filled with the statement “there’s nothing in the world that I won’t get if I want it”. Different faces changed each other in her visions like if someone created a new level one by one in Photoshop with the transparency in 30%. Smiles were broken with tears, tears went into a wrinkled joy, eyes were being emptied, other were being filled with life sense, others sorrowfully looked through the emptiness. There were voices intently whispering in strange language. They were tender, sad, dispirited and stricken. They intermitted with each other like a carefully organized DNA threads, patterned with molecules. There were hands stretching out to embrace and warm, stroke but then those hands wanted to take away, pick up and steal…
Vic opened her eyes and saw Gregory’s face before hers with a share of surprise glanced at her.
‘What’ve you been thinking of?’ he asked with smile, letting her hands. ‘I called you, but you didn’t answer. What’s it?’
‘No,’ the girl whispered, smoothed her hair, ‘no, it’s ok. Just a slight dizziness. Ugh… I’m ready to show the project.’
Gregory smiled with his hands behind his back. Victoria was standing near the table under the pressure of his piercing glance, hiding hers. She frowned, pursed her lips obviously being nervous. The man was relaxed and kept on smiling. Being unable to stand the emotional attack the girl turned her laptop to Gregory and began to jabber her project presentation.
While she was telling the country manager said nothing. He was carefully looking at the screen, diagrams, columns and pile of unbelievably prefect sketches.
‘It’s a good idea, yes, it is.’ Gregory looked away from the black screen. ‘But I think something is missing. What do you think, Vic?’
‘What exactly is missing?’
‘You’re a designer, Vic, so you tell me what is missing.’ Gregory unnoticeably moved closer to her.
‘And as a designer I told you that it’s ok. I don’t see any gaps. If you do, then tell me and I’m ready to correct it’ Victoria quickly smiled at the man.
‘The only gap is that we need to meet in informal settings,’ the man said.
His voice was serious as it had never been before. No mock nor other hints were given. He silently looked at the girl, having turned to her and thrown back on the chair. That was the most disgusting moment when the word “no” stuck in the throat and had no chance to get out of there.