Bab 73: A mess in the lobby 2
Ebony Pov
' Please do not worry Lappland has problems but she is not dangerous '
That day , only these words made me not call the police . After all , because of the conditions of the world in which we live , more than once I have met people who are more or less on the verge of insanity . Grimms or racism against fanus , I had enough reason to believe that such a beautiful girl could have mental problems . Besides, I felt that there was something wrong with her the moment I saw the expression in her eyes .
..... Or maybe it was also the fear that I felt towards her ..... Fear born of what I saw and heard ..... Fear of fulfilling her threat. Nevertheless mostly the reason behind my action , was the trust in her roommate , who seemed to be fully aware of her friend problems .
I trusted her words as to the danger the wolf girl posed , and for that reason I dropped the subject , thinking it was just the meaningless mumblings of a mentally unstable person . However , I still had an uncertainty and fear inside me . Uncertainty , which I honestly had neither the reason , nor the courage , nor the time or strength to delve into at the time.
And this uncertainty and fear , was born from a memory , which I can not get out of my mind . Despite the assurances of her roommate , until now I can not get rid of the image of those eyes . I can not forget the look , that she give me back then....
That cold and unfeeling look in her eyes . She did not look at me as another human being . This look , was the look of a lost animal , distrustful and betrayed . Just one look put me against the wall , giving me the feeling of her claws on my neck . Aggression , madness and indifference is the only thing I felt when looking into those beautiful eyes .
' Blue like a clear sky , combined with the shining silver of the moon itself . Those eyes alone , leaving aside their oddity and the darkness hidden in them are some of the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life . I knew it the moment I first saw her. I will lie , saying that I was not stunned by her beauty .'
' Feminine and yet she gives me the feeling of a male at his peak . Lovely tail and ears on the body of a dominant predator . The contradiction between the scars I saw on her body , with the soft white as snow skin , stretched over her feminine and yet athletic body . Perhaps her smile combined with the expression of her eyes was strange , but it also had a strange charm about it . '
For my virgin heart , my first meeting with her was the opening of a completely new path in my heart . Perhaps deep inside me I want a change of pace in my life . After all, I am a hotel employee with a monotonous life . Is it so bad to desire something different ? Instead of dreaming only about boys , can I be interested in girls too ? Instead of a good husband , can I look for a free spirit ? Dangerous , beautiful , crazy and wild girl at whom , despite the feeling of fear , I feel a strange desire for intimacy . The desire to be free from worries and responsibilities .
' To travel the world together , in her strong arms..... '
During the elevator ride I couldn't stop thinking about it . First meeting with this girl was strange , but it changed a lot in me . I learned a lot about myself . I learned that I have a weakness for fanus , or more precisely for their cute animal qualities . And more importantly that I may be interested more in women and not men .
However, the very same day , by what happened in front of that mirror , by the words I heard coming then out of those beautiful lips , that smile and eyes full of madness . I'm not sure if her beauty Is event clouse enough to cover the monstrosity I saw in her. The animal that was hiding behind a beautiful body . When she turned her gaze away from the mirror to look at me .... I was prey .... I felt it with every part of my body. This feeling of danger with her beautiful and wild appearance .
It was a beauty that people saw watching lions in the zoo . Unfortunately this lion was standing right in front of me . Without anything to protect me from it .Like meeting a lone , rabid wolf in the middle od a Atlas tundra . I felt the same cold , the same loneliness . I was afraid . I just want to forget about this fear . But I can't ....
I kept thinking about it , the memories continued to drive my mind . After the elevator doors opened, I could still feel the gentle trembling in my body . But I gather my thoughts and courage to push the cart out of the elevator . Unfortunately all the water has already soaked into the carpet of the elevator so there was not much I was able to do about it . It will simply have to be washed tomorrow .
After the elevator closed behind me I noticed a disturbing silence in the hallway . Looking around left and right , I see how the corridor in the middle of the length of which I am standing , leads in two directions . However, looking at the wet footprints on the floor , I see that they lead me to the left . The footprints lead through almost the entire corridor and end at a room that is familiar to me . Not caring about the wet footprints on the floor , I hurriedly push the cart along the corridor to the left .
Due to the soundproofing of the rooms , I don't count on any of the guests to hear anything disturbing , even less I doubt I will hear anything myself . So with uncertainty I head toward the door of the room inhabited by wolf girl named Lappland and her roommate .
On the way I was accompanied by silence , which , despite the fact that it is always normal here at this time , so that I never paid attention to it , now filled me with anxiety . When the disturbing words of the wolf girl , spoken to her own reflection , came back to my head . I wanted to turn around and retreat . After all , I have already finished my work , I don't need to do it .
' I will clean the floor and go home ' .
This was my thought which disappeared at the moment when the memory of the black-haired , beautiful girl , who that day in solitude , sitting on the window sill while smoking a cigarette , was reading her book .
' Calm .... I'm not going there to fight . I just go to see if there is something serious going on there . Maybe there is really nothing going on and I am just paranoid . '
I think , leaving the stroller against the wall . Then I approached the door of their room , only to notice an abnormality . The door wasn't fully closed which made me hear indistinct sounds similar to conversation from inside ? Well, the lack of isolation of the sound could have been caused by an under-closed door , which indicates that the door is not closed properly.
In the doors of our rooms , we use a self-latching system , which allows guests to lock their doors automatically after closing them . However , so that this system does not cause accidents such as accidental , locking of the door . On all hinges aremounted a slower's which does not allow the door to reach enough energy to accidentally move the door latch , which causes the automatic inclusion of a magnetic lock in the door .
In this case, this latch locks the door before closing, causing that the door is simply close to the frame . This also forces the person using the room to use the handle or force to latch the door. It is this crack in this not fully closed doors , that allowed me to hear suspicious barely audible sounds inside .
Of course there was a logical possibility , that they simply forget to close the door . However, due to the atmosphere of anxiety I felt increasingly uneasy , especially since I stopped hearing any sounds from inside . Feeling the prolonged silence in the room , I reached for the broom located on the side of the cart , after which I gently pushed the door to see the view inside .
The first thing I saw , was the girl's rain-soaked back . Her distinctive white hair flowing down her back , on which there were still remnants of a torn coat . Because of her wolf ears and the wet tail that fell behind her I was sure of her identity . But what was disturbing about this was that she was motionlessly sitting on the belly of someone else . I could not see exactly who , as I only saw a pair of legs sticking out from under the wolf girl . However, deep inside me I was sure that it was her roommate legs .
At that moment many scenarios went through my head cause my heart to speed up . But still thinking rationally I wanted to process the information in front of my eyes first , as not even a second has passed since the door opened . However, I immediately noticed , red spots mixed with water , clearly contrasting with the bright floor . The way the floor got wet it looked as if someone with wet rags was trying to wash it , I know because as a novice worker myself I made such mistakes when cleaning the floors . However , what other than fighting on the ground in wet clothes could have caused something like this ?
' Is it blood ?! '
As more and more panic pervaded my thoughts , my eyes fell on the clear crimson red droplets , which were not mixed with the water , thus giving me a clear picture of their nature . Which I know because of the training on first aid I have received . I was sure that it was blood because it could not be wine . I thought very fast and just as fast I came to conclusions . My thoughts full of the worst options , themselves put everything together into a whole story that confirmed my worst thoughts .
' Did ... She .... She killed her roommate ? '
I think , as my memories of meeting this crazy girl come back again . The memory of those crazy eyes , the words that the she said that day to the mirror . Memories of her overtly brutal and frightening presence , which that day made me want to cry and run as far away from her as possible , made me clench my hands even tighter on the broom handle .
Perhaps it was a fight against fear or hope that the black haired girl under the wolf girl is still alive . In the end I was thinking of nothing but stopping a possible crime , and that's what led me right behind the unsuspecting wolf girl , whom I hit with all my strength with my broom to the head . But to my surprise , the broom broke , almost hitting the " victim " who appeared to be looking with shock at her " attacker " .
I froze watching as the amber eyes of the dark-haired girl , with worry and horror looked in my direction . I could read everything from the expression on her face . I saw her look into my eyes with simultaneous fear and worry . I didn't see relief or gratitude in her eyes . And not because she was not grateful , rather because she had nothing to be grateful for . Recognizing the situation , I realized ...
' I...I've ... I've messed up '
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