Dead of the night, alone in his room, the wisps of the wind circled around from the open window, disturbing the ever quiet and calm atmosphere he had so carefully and masterfully created. Deep in meditation, Nathaniel's eyes kept involuntarily opening---huff!!!----he tried to continue and concentrate but the wind had finally managed to seduce the candles around his bed and they were all out.
Exasperated, he rubbed his arms shivering, got off his bed, closed the window and began strolling around his room. Maybe opening the window was not such a great idea in this weather---all the while he tried to avoid looking at the whispers of the dark laying on the edge of the study desk. It was just awaiting to be re-opened and deciphered, sharing its delicious secrets and fulfilling Nathaniel's self-proclaimed prophecy of saving mankind from itself, becoming the most powerful creature on the face of earth.
Taking a seat at his throne, he carelessly opened his laptop, cleaning its keyboard and checking his emails and his online profile for new orders, "Nothing….how wonderful of you to not provide me with any source of income and distraction…" he shut closed the laptop and stood up from the chair.
His mind slowly began falling into the endless abyss of nihilism---there is nothing to live for….life makes absolutely no sense…what are we but hairless, flawed monkeys that can never escape this pointless life, endlessly tormented and enslaved by our own emotions------BAHHH!! He pushed all his notes and books on the floor.
His hands were no longer cold but shaky. It had been days since he met Daniel and there were no news from him----How busy could he be to not be able to spare a few hours and take me to see that old prick!------Nathaniel breathed heavily in anger…. Something had to be done….anything to make the voices in his head go away, to leave him be; even for a few minutes.
He rushed into his bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Several pill bottles fell to the floor before he finally found the one. He desperately shook the container, his eyes pierced to the palm of his hand waiting for a single pill to drop but, to his dismay, the antidepressant pill bottle was completely empty, sucking the life out of the remaining hope he had, "GOD FREAKING DAMN IT!!!…."----he threw it, smashing it against the white tiles on the floor. "I need booze!....That can probably help me, I need…freaking booze... I CAN'T take this anymore!!" he said out loud gasping.
Opening the closet and getting dressed as if one was being chased by a serial killer in a cabin in the middle of a haunting woods, Nathaniel put on a pair of green pants---"Probably gifted by one of my former lovers"-----still wearing his dirty black T-shirt, he put on a jacket and was ready to stroll around to a nearby supermarket.
The door was wide open, calling him to free himself from these self-imposed shackles, to drink and let go of everything once more but before he was to close the door and leave, he caught a quick glance at himself from the dust covered mirror hanging in the hallway. His eyes were red from the anger and sadness like a recently orphaned child who had been crying for his mother for several days without end.
"As much as I wish I could continue to lie to myself…..sadly, no one is coming…..I have to save myself from this mess and…..and continue my search no matter the odds!"----he looked upon the skies from the window in the hallways, as if he was talking to the Creator, "Greatness is my destiny…..I know it to be true!....Yeah, yeah I sound a little silly but hey----I am the only one who can cheer me up so don't judge me!" he talked in the empty hall way, still staring at the horizons before he walked back in to where his mind had started to call the prison cell. Thinking deeply about a solution.
"I could really use a drink but…..doing it alone will force me to fall into the pitfall of the endless abyss of my own hopelessness---I guess going out and drinking socially is not a bad idea after all. I might even make new friends or people I could take advantage of …..stupid hairless monkeys!" his eyes focused on the white tiles of his kitchen floor for quite a while before he got up and decided to change into something more decent, "Can't complain though…..I have surely been out of practice-----Huphm I might even be a little rusty; so let's see how bad it can get. Taking bets on how many bar fights I manage to start tonight!"
He wide opened the Narnia gateway-looking wardrobe in his room, that was one of the few furniture owned by his landlord. Nathaniel carefully brought out his rogue jacket and laid it on his bed, putting on a clean, white T-shirt with the Anarchy A in the middle, fixing it before he was to continue with the show and put on the cool, biker leather jacket, completing the rebel look with a pair of ripped black jeans and black, biker boots.
He immerged from his apartment building like a new man with a different purpose and aimed at a local bar nearby. While strolling and covering his torso from the breeze that was trying really hard to intimidate him, forcing him back home, Nathaniel quickly checked his wallet, he had about three red Euro bills, "That'll suffice for a few drinks I suppose….until I manage to get girls to buy me drinks that is…."
He stopped by a bar a few blocks away, his torso was facing away from the building, his head however, was hesitatingly glancing at the black marble covering the walls to its entrance with a huge tile board depicting the U.S. flag on the very top of its doorway. "Oh, nothing says home like the red stripes of the American flag! Goodies, now to put on an act and pretend to be in love with the many toy guns I own."
He took careful treads into the ever mysterious ambient of the American bar, his heart beating fast like a teenager walking into prom without a date, "I really should start going out a lot more often…such reactions from my organs are indeed beneath me." He mumbled, putting one hand on his chest, trying to control his fast-beating heart from coming out of his body from the excitement.
His boots touched the checkboard floor tiles, almost dancing and shaking to the beats playing at the bar, the alternative rock playlist made him feel even more at home. He looked around curiously as to check the vibes of the place, the room was filled with people with different styles and backgrounds; they all laughed and seemed to have a good time, while a group of dudes popped a champagne bottle, the cork hit the carefully crafted wooden ceiling, "Now that's the type of music I could dance to!" he snapped his finger and walked deeper while all eyes turned to him. Nathaniel checked himself in a mirror hanging from the red walls, "That's right, everyone wants a piece of the devil's son!" he smirked arrogantly.
No one could take their eyes off him, so charming, stylish and careless…he walked straight to the red-head bartender who was looking at him, the closer he got the more she pretended not to notice him.----talking about ghosts of the past, this one reminds me of Daniel's Lucia---"Yoohoo, hi there gorgeous; are you seriously gonna pretend to ignore me the whole night or are we having some drinks? Believe me when I tell you, I had a hectic day to say the least and could really use a drink or two!" he said with his typical smirk, waving at her, contemplating the environment, once more.
The bartender looked at his brown eyes and his lips, before coming back to her senses and with a little shyness replied, "At you service, what can I get you for?"
"My, my American, you are a rarity here! I didn't know they were only hiring from the new world else I would be the first to volunteer, keeping our culture alive in the old continent!"---she laughed shyly while briefly looking at the floor---"So now, how about we start with a glass of gin on the rocks."
The bartender got to work, making his drink before anyone else's, "What's your name, dream girl?"
"Really?! That's your move?!"
"What move?! I am just asking your name; us men are not as complicated as we appear to be." He winked at her with a smile.
"I am Stella."
"Wow, you are a goldmine of information." Nathaniel chuckled taking a sip from his drink, feeling the heat and the rush entering his body like a shot of adrenaline injected into his artery, easing the tension----The voices….they are finally beginning to go dormant….at long last!----he drank the whole glass and quickly asked for a refill all the while he noticed three beautiful girls checking him out from the corner of the bar, constantly staring and gossiping to one another, "Boy! Time has surely changed for the better, now a days girls are stalking us men instead….humph, am I going to be alright?! Find out on the next episode of the lost and forgotten!" he muttered to himself.
After a couple of drinks and a few flirty exchanges with the cute bartender; he was finally approached by the three girls, looking like Jaguars hunting for fresh prey. Resting his head on the counter, pretending to not notice them while holding his drink up high in his hand and carelessly staring at his own reflection he said, "Can you pleaseeee stop staring at me with those bamby little eyes?"
"Oh, American I am guessing." Said the first girl with blue eyes, a blonde in her mid-20s in a very strong Nordic accent.
"Lucky guess, what can I do you for? I seem to be in a good mood to meet new people!" he said briefly checking them out, turning his head back to the counter and carelessly taking a sip from his remaining drink.
"We thought it would be a shame for an interesting guy like you to drink all by himself" said one of the girls.
"Ohh, this one is vicious----I like a girl who knows what she wants. Alright, I'm buying, what you selling, Ladies!"
"We sell pleasure for attention." Replied the third girl.
"Whoa, if you ladies are------escorts then I am all out of money for the night….besides, what type of a handsome devil such as myself pays for a woman's love."
"And he is rude too, you got the full bad boy package, rude boy!" gibed the third girl, clearly offended.
"Well lucky you then, I could use some company in exchange for some attention. You girls are not from around here, are you? No snowball chance in hell would a couple of Viennese girls approach a guy no matter how hot he is."
"Likewise, nice guess, we are from Stockholm, Sweden. Have you been there?"
"But of course!!" he put down his drink and turned to them, "Strong independent Scandinavian women, that explains the boldness. Sadly not yet, but maybe I would pay a visit sometime in the near future---if that happens then you girls would have the honors to show me around. Name's Nathaniel by the way, Nathaniel King. So what brings you to our little town?"
"Adventure and party-life….but the men here are so boring and bland I'm Klara, nice to meet you!"
"And I am Elsa" said the second girl.
"I am Amalia."
"Nice meeting you folks, -- he said as he looked at the two other girls and then turned back his attention to Klara whom blue eyes he couldn't resist and continued, "Touché, madam---German and Austrian guys like to go Dutch. I thought the men up there were also like that." He briefly glanced at his reflection for reassurance, "The good news is…and, lucky for you, I am the party wagon of this little town—I say we drink up to this union and head to the local club not far away from here, what say you?"
"I mean, can we get to know you a little better first?" Said Klara doubting his intentions.
"Oh please, when I said a few drinks I mean a lot----it is gonna take a few hours, more than enough for us to get to know each other. But I warn you, I am no gentleman, you have to pay for your own drinks and maybe invite me to a few too!"
"As you said before, Mr. Nathaniel, we are strong independent women, we can pay for our drinks."
"Lovely, gonna love me some equality…a toast to you ladies, it is going to be a long night to remember for a lifetime!"
talking to the Swedish girls for hours, gaining their trust and comfort, they all strolled to a local club near the bar at Schwedenplatz easily allowed by the usual rude bouncers to go in, walking and dancing like there was no tomorrow.
They danced and talked around Nathaniel, teasing one another endlessly and objectifying and touching every single inch of his body, the girls surrounded him like a harem, making him the envy of the club.
Guys kept pushing him around every time he went to order a drink or use the bathroom, "Bruh, what the hell?! This is the third time you stepped on my boots…"
"Whatever, pretty boy!" a guy rudely said to Nathaniel as he was waiting to order a drink and left while still staring at him with anger and envy.
The girls however, where not done with him, they had witnessed what the other guys had done to him so, they went behind him dancing and grabbing his hips, cheering him up while Klara turned her face to the rude guy and passionately kissed Nathaniel's neck and with that, her two friends got the message and surrounded him touching and teasing him sensually, making everyone even more envious of him.
"Oh, come on girls….I think at this point its mission accomplished" he said, pulling them away from him, trying to catch a bit of air from the tension.
"Nah-ah, we are not done with you, you beautiful man. Now you have to drink—hic----shots with us!" Klara said, seductively looking into his brown eyes, her hand stroking his hair gently at first, slowly turning it rough to a point of pulling his hair.
"Ohm, easy there with the hair pulling missy! I got the message loud and clear. It seems that you're making me an offer I cannot refuse so, come on! Let's drink then!" Oh boy, tomorrow is not going to be a pleasant day to say the least…I have to work on my metabolism the whole time, don't I? Fingers crossed; Daniel won't call.
Drinking the shots, the world felt spinning constantly around him but Nathaniel was not about to barf and make a show out of it, he simply asked the bartenders for a glass of water. Klara went behind him, "Can you pleaseeee just give me like two minutes to myself?!!"
"Fine, no need to be so rude!" she let go of him and ordered a cocktail.
He drank another glass of water, glancing upon Klara, he really needed fresh air and so he walked out of the club making her nervous----was he going to leave without saying goodbye----she checked the entrance, awaiting his return while she bit her nails.
Eventually, Nathaniel walked down to the club again and sat down at the love seat smirking at Klara, who's face brightened up at the sight of him, biting her lips as she took sip after sip from her cocktail "You keep looking at me like that and you might need a ring to propose to me at the end of the night." Nathaniel said, resting his head on the loveseat, his eyes wide close.
She continuously fidgeted and wondered if he was going to make a move, anticipating his feet to walk towards her, but he seemed too tired to take action. Eventually, after a couple of minutes, she couldn't hold herself anymore as she put her cocktail on a high table, sat on Nathaniel's lap, she held him tight in her hands and passionately made out with him, "You are mine for the night! You handsome, beautiful man!"
And I thought it was hot to be dominated by a woman….I take that back! Right there and then, he knew what he had to do thus; he grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom.
"They have been there for 15 minutes; you think that Klara is alright?! Maybe we should call the security, what if she is being hurt. We just met the guy!" Amilia said nervously, her brown eyes piercing into her phone's screen as she searched for the police hotline.
Elsa simply grabbed her phone and put it back into her purse, "She is going to be alright! Let her have fun she deserves it after what she went through. Now go to the bar and get me a glass of water!"
The minutes went by as the two friends continued their argument, even Elsa had doubts at that point when Klara and Nathaniel finally came back in each other's arms, laughing and kissing like a couple, "So, did I miss anything?!"
"No, everything is alright sweetheart, not to ruin the mood but can we go back to the hotel? We have an early flight to catch in the morning remember?"
"Fan!! Yes, unfortunately we have to go!" Klara said sadly, grabbing his face and kissing his lips.
"It is alright---hic---I…we can catch up some…other..ftime! I really must----go back home…too." He guided all three of them out of the club, grabbing Klara's phone and ordered a cab back to their hotel. It arrived swiftly; but before they got inside the car, Klara quickly jumped into Nathaniel's arms, kissed him profoundly, grabbed his phone and entered her number---"call me!"---she said, deeply staring at his eyes.
As the cab drove away, Nathaniel looked around confused, he had to figure out a way to get back home. Intoxicated, he stared at his phone for a bit "I will---hic---throw up in an Uber if I call one------that's at least 30 Euros up my ass for the cleaning charges---- he clumsily treaded to the nearest bus stop and took the night bus back home.
On the way, however, he fell asleep for a few stops before realizing he missed his; thus, he got off and strolled back, "God damn it! You had one job, you…!!" he yelled at himself angrily.
Strolling for several blocks miserably, he arrived to his doorsteps and felt as if he was about to enter heaven for there was nothing more pleasurable at that point than the soft, cold, comfortable surface of his bed awaiting his arrival. Constantly thinking about the sensation, he struggled to open the door for what felt like eternity before he finally put all his remaining energy and focused on the door lock, opening it. He was at long last in his safe haven.
Walking to the danger-zone, he took off his T-shirt and with a pitcher of water in hand, collapsed on his bed.