Unlimited. Darina Grotto
word she got more scared. If he couldn’t hear and read her mind, then he couldn’t help her…
‘Silent human child…’ he murmured, still smiling. ‘Do you know what the reason of your physical condition is now? Do you know why you can’t move even your little finger and sigh deeply? I’ll tell you…’
The demon lay on his back with his hands under his head. He saw the morning light line slowly stealing over the sleepy ceiling. The city was greeting the morning, meeting another new line of life like previous ones that had been yesterday, the day before yesterday and years ago.
‘This is not a disease nor illness, this is tranquillity. Any sexual influence made a person let so much energy to fill a flat with… It’s ok! It’s ok when you have sex with someone like you… with a human. You chose another way and another man one. Knowing nothing about me you gave yourself up to the blind impulse that consumed you fully. I know this night was the best one in your life, you whispered it to me when you were capable of… As usual in any coition you, being in arms of extra-terrestrial passion, burst all your energy… I’ve taken it.’
Kharon rolled over on his side, having stared at the girl’s face. Of course, she almost calmed down that that wasn’t blood-stroke, but she was still afraid of what would be next.
‘You’d have been alright if you hadn’t been so… avaricious.’ He smiled. ‘I came into your dream… if you had told me the night before had been enough you would have moved, breathe and live as usual. You’d have been had a slight malady, tiredness but it would have been ok. But you, dear, couldn’t resist your desires… I took the rest of your energy in your dream. That’s why you’re incapable of moving now. On the contrary I really feel groovy. I’ve never felt better than this. I can’t still read your mind… Let me.’
Kharon put his hands on the girl’s head and slightly pressed on her temples, slowly like a corkscrew, penetrating her consciousness.
‘You’re hiding them from me, dear… How can you do this? Ah?’ Kharon kisses the girl with no taking his hands away from her head. He wanted with the kiss to distract her from blocking her thoughts. ‘Many corridors and halls… Holes and ways in and out. Oh, here they are! Your intimate thoughts!’
Kharon closed his eyes and smiled, reading all her feeling. He read all her fears for her life, all the memories about the divine night having spent in the best man’s arms, all her worries about her incapability to get to work, her original happiness that they were going to spend that day together with Kharon. She didn’t care that she was like a statue lying with no moves. The main point was that he was nearby, his velvet voice whispered in her ear pleasant words, his hands touched hers, and he chuckled at the youthful greediness.
‘Don’t worry.’ Kharon took his hands away from her head. ‘You’re gonna be ok. Soon. Honesty I don’t know when exactly but soon. Then I’ll take your energies again, won’t I, dear?’
The demon touched her hand, smiled and gently kissed her on the cheek and his arms came tight around her waist.
‘It’s an interesting thing, Victoria. There’s never been a woman who didn’t embrace me… Your physical helplessness and incredibly beautiful nudity provoke in me a new spurt of only now born feelings and emotions. I’m not gonna even read your mind to know if you agree or not… thousand times yes were your words…’
He took a corner of her quilt and flipped it off and started covering her body with the smallest kisses. The girl wanted to smile, take him into her arms, maybe laugh, because his light stubble tickled her body. But she couldn’t do anything. Nothing.
Suddenly Kharon stopped and with a sad grin, he looked at the girl’s eyes.
‘I can’t do anything.’ He whispered, taking his hands from her. ‘You’re weak, you have no energy that’s why I can’t do anything. I’m sorry but I have to wait for your energy stores to be obtained again.’
Certainly, the demon didn’t tell that energy of a witch was a thousand times stronger and greater than energy of an ordinary human. He didn’t tell her that a witch was more difficult to obtain her energy stores. That was the secret Victoria had to realize herself.
‘By the way, your job…’ Kharon took Victoria’s cell. ‘Shall I tell that you’re ill a bit?’
The man easily managed the task, having informed Victoria’s manager that Vic felt ill and asked for compensatory leaves. Victoria took a sigh of a relief when she realized that Kharon fixed everything.
The man turned on relaxing music, lay near the girl and fell asleep. Victoria, being tired to look at the ceiling, closed her eyes and got to sleep.
It’s summer. It’s 1948. Moscow. She is a travelling substance. She can’t see herself, but she can hear and see everything around. She has a great ability to move fast in space like a comet or asteroid in the depth of the universe. She has no obstacles: as a bodiless spirit, she can easily go through walls, buildings, fences, big factories and whatever else.
Here she is rushing through Moscow narrow streets. The streets aren’t crowded yet. The huge pedestrial areas are empty. There are almost no cars. One maybe two… the roads are empty. It’s so good.
Victoria is flying somewhere. She doesn’t understand why and where but some power pulls her as if she was in the middle of the strongest whirlpool. She has no possibility to resist spontaneous forces that are pulling her forward.
She turns out to be at Vagankovo cemetery. There is no one on the paths but only a young girl and walking old lady. The girl is staying near a grave of a man. The hill is new-made. The black ground hardly had time to get covered with dry crust, the flowers are still alive, come out with the buds, giving beauty to the dead. I wonder if they know they’re already dead, too.
The girl is near the new-made hill and has tears in her eyes. She carefully wipes them away with her palm, a smile appears on her face for a second, full of happy memories and desperation. She asks the questions which no one hears but only the dead and her own mind. It’s not a surprise that there are tremendous scales of hopelessness.
The old woman is slowly walking along the path, at a modest pace tapping with her walking cane made from some wood. She’s mumbling words, speaking and asking someone. The old woman lifts her eyes up and sees the grieving girl. Serpentine, fast and swift moves and the old woman, seemed before to be hardly stand on her feet, turns out to be near the mourning girl. The woman touches the girl’s palm with her bony and sinewy hand. It is wet because of tears…
‘You…’
Victoria opened her eyes. There was Kharon’s face with an obvious riddle on before hers.
‘What an interesting dream,’ he whispered. ‘You seem to be coming to yourself.’
The girl carefully moved her fingers and she was so happy when her limbs responded to the call of the brain. She couldn’t help smiling.
‘Kharon’ she said in a strident voice, having understood her organism functioning again. ‘I’ve been so scared.’
‘Hush,’ he put his finger on across her whispering lips, ‘you have no need to speak now, to expend your energies to describe the thing I’ve been watching the whole day.’
Victoria looked at him in surprise. What did he mean the whole day? She thought she was sleeping for ten minutes. Victoria shifted her gaze at the clock and got surprised: it was seven pm. The picture behind the window told the same.
‘7 pm?’ Vic decided to confirm the seeing.
‘No, it’s 58 minutes and 32 seconds to 7 pm. You have to rest. Don’t speak and move.’
‘I need to go to the bathroom.’
‘Bathroom?’ Kharon asked in amaze. ‘Oh, sure. Bathroom!’
He took her in his arms and went to the bathroom.
‘I need to put on.’
‘Why? You look beautiful. When finished your business, call me. I’ll bring you back.’
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