Well, this little witch is a bit irritating. Although she is a fairly good fighter, she plays grossly. She have been after my balls, so she deserves punishment, but that punishment throw back. Holding her would have been the part of prevent her movements, but her sweet, feminine smell also has a strong effect on my groin. We could continue at the very moment, where we left yesterday. Gods! I really want her. I wonder, if she would be this active in bed. She shudders, so I let her go. She sits back to her place, and turns to the window, without saying a word. Her face is beet red, which slowly fade away. We are staying quiet, bur her posture shows that the girl has fallen into depression. It is not good. Definitely not. I have to do something.
"Vanessa..."
"Jazz!" She cries in a loud voice.
"Jazz?" I ask, and a faint memory pops up in mind. Pascal Hillard was called her on this name in the morning. Probably a nickname.
"My name is Jazz." She says quietly.
"I thought your name is Vanessa. Did you change your name?"
She nods, but doesn't say a word to comment further. I let her head cooling for a while.
"Sounds good. Jazz. It suits you."
"Thanks."
Well, she doesn't seems to be a communicative person. Definitely not like other girls. My sisters, and Erica or Heather need only a word here or there, and they can't keep their mouth shut. But this girl is different. She is able to stay in quiet. It is a good sign for me, because this means she is a better communicator throw martial arts. I want her, but don't want to scare away.
"You just have to find a good trainer. For being MMA fighter."
"That's what I'm planning." she nods emotionless.
So she, is not an idiot type. She had know that she was weakened by the long wearing of cast. Now all I need to know is who she chose so I can knock her off the hand.
"Do you have someone in your mind?"
"What do you have to do with it?" she asks vehemently.
It was quick. Her mood changes a bit often. Like a pregnant woman's, although she said she was not pregnant. So I believe her, and try to accept her explosivity.
"I just wanted to help."
"You can't help."
Her tone is so resigned, that scares me a bit. Her emotional roller coaster is really fast. It is frightening a bit.
"You don't want to commit suicide, do you?" I ask her, worried.
"Why would I commit suicide?"
The expression on her face is so incomprehensible that I immediately pull suicide out of the possibilities. She is still only a teenager, despite her eighteen years.
"I can finally start living." she says."I won't be suicide!"
"That's a good news!" I smile at her. "So which trainers are on your list? Or do you want to join to a group?"
She doesn't answer, just staring at me, but her mind is in work, I see it in her eyes. She decides not to answer, so the girl turns back to watch the scenery. Since I want to get answers, and some reaction from her, I stare at her.
"Why are you so curious?" asks Jazz, when the silence and my behavior becomes unbearable for her.
"I am working in a group of trainers of martial arts. So we know a lot of other trainers and groups. I am just curios, that a young woman, like you, how to choose her trainers."
"I don't know." She shakes her head. "I haven't decide anything."
"Don't tell me, you've just packed your belongings, and get on the train!"
"And so it really happened." she replies.
I am a little surprised. But then I put the picture together. Slowly, piece by piece. Her crying in the woods, her school behavior about my sister, the denial of the twins, Pascal Hillard's tender love and stories of unwanted persons, the hiding and the name change. These facts all lead to one solution.
"Did you actually hang out from home?"
"Actually." She nods.
"So your parents won't support you?"
"No."
"MMA costs a lot of money, how do you plan to pay the prices?"
She is silent, not answering.
"Sorry, I saw the money in your school-bag, but I hardly think it would be enough for a year! You could live alone, and pay the fees, the competitions are also cost a lot of money."
"Did you reach into my bag?" She takes up short.
She stands up, and I see in er eyes, that she intends to kill. Kill, to save her life. It is dangerous.
"I had to check whose bag it was, didn't I? Moreover you didn't hide your money deftly!"
"Who else did you talk to about it?" Her posture has loosened a bit, but her adrenaline-level is still very high. I could see her pulse on her neck.
"Why would I tell to anyone?" I ask back.
"Because you are a Moore!"
The answer is simple, understandable, and bust-cutting. I have lost her. I have never had a chance. I had lost her before I knew her, because of my sisters. Life is cruel. All I can do is to help her to find a good trainer, and hope I will meet her somehow in the distant future.
"Are you the same as your family?" I ask her, with a bitter taste in my mouth.
"I am sorry." she says suddenly.
"I am also sorry."
"Why?"
"I don't know anything about your family."
"In this case, you are lucky." she says in a bitter tone.
"I suppose they don't know your plans."
"No, they don't. Unless you have told about the money to someone..."
It means a lot to her, so I reply seriously.
"I didn't tell about your money to anyone."
"Thank you." She says in a quiet voice.
"Aren't you getting along well with your family?"
"No."
Well then, it seems she really cut the ties with her family.
"Then you have to work for having a life, you want. It makes things a little harder."
"Life is never easy, and I am able to work." She says, irritably.
"What kind of work do you plan to do? You have no profession!"
"I have profession of housework, I could cook and bake. Not every workplace requires university degree!" awakens the wildcat again.
I am thinking a bit, and look into her eyes.
"Are you serious about what you said?"
She nods shortly.
"I have a job offer for you."
"Pppapapardon?" she asks.
"I have a job offer for you. The terms would have been a temporary inconvenience as well, but I think it could be solved. We are both adults after all."
She is curious, but controls herself. I am waiting for her response.
"What kind of work, and what are the requirements?" She asks finally.
"We are a group of martial arts trainers, and we hold training camps. In school holidays for children and families during weekdays, and adult in the weekends. Otherwise the weekend camps are held from spring till the first snow falls in winter."
"Why is it so restricted?"
"Because we live in the mountains, and the accommodation is solved by tents. We have a big kitchen, a dining hall, community bathrooms at the back of our house for the guests, but they live and sleep in the tents. The upper limit is 30 persons in each camp, which is not so much, but we need someone to help us in cleaning and cooking."
"Sounds like a dream job. Where is the problem? Because it sure there are some, if the applicants don't scramble!"
She is clever, and has a sharp mind.
"Well, the first problem, that we live among the mountain, and we are very separated from the outside world. There is no cell signal, so you can't use your cellphone. Therefore the internet is also limited. But you could reach the next town by bus, and there is a small store in fifteen minutes walk, where you could use the phone. Since it is not a job, where you could commute, you should live in our house."
"So the accommodation is granted. What about the food?"
"You could eat as much as you want!" I smile at her. "You would be the cook, you could cook, what you like! We have fields, where we are gardening, and keep livestock. We provide very good quality food. Well, not without chemicals, but we use the least chemicals, we could."
"Do I have to do the gardening?"
"No, it is not necessary. We have the gardening staff. We need more helping hands at the harvests."
"So only the cleaning, and the cooking would be my task."
"Yes, but we can't pay too much. That's the second problem. You could take part in the training in exchange your work."
"What kind of training?"
"Martial arts of wide variety, and we have a small gym too. Using it is also included."
"It seems it is perfect for me." Her eyes are shining.
"Well, you haven't heard about the third problem yet."
"Is it a big problem?"
"I don't know, it is you to decide. In case of getting this job, you have to marry me."