The land of gods and monsters continued...
He placed me on the bed
Pushed his hand through my hair and said:
Wine and blood are both red
And neither do a thing for me at all
I just lay there and I wept
He climbed off and got dressed
Next time if ever again
I'll bring you a rose
R.Parasol
Your memory is a monster; you forget, it doesn't.
J.Irving
She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing.
A.Rice
I got the ways and means to New Orleans
I'm goin' down by the river where it's warm and green
I'm gonna have a drink and walk around..
I got a lot to think about..
Concrete Blonde
Breaking The Spell
Part one:
Red neon gleamed in puddles outside Bonhamme; the newest chapter in Vitaly's slowly rebuilt presence in West End. The small limestone building was accessible only by a rolling shutter garage door or a sliding grate to the back of the premises and was heavily guarded. The sign flickered to life on the empty street and had only started glowing steadily when the hearse pulled up outside it; cruising like a shark through the city night on an engine that rumbled and growled and always made Elizabeth grin.
Once she got out and closed the heavy door with a clunk she idled a moment to stop and inhale the wet air. The smell of steam and tar carried to her nose and there was something refreshing and enlivening about it as she set her eyes on the sign above. The name read and re-read. Sounded out. "Bonhamme. Dont's sound Russian."
"That is point."
A voice from behind her.
She turned, lowering the black hood of her jacket and found Vitaly smiling at her, the most she had ever seen him smile. He wore a pressed, dark grey suit and his shoes were shiny as always. His hair swept back and secured with gel and his nails manicured and short. There was nothing to be said for several moments as he widened his arms and she broke the short distance between them to hug him tight. She buried her face into his chest. He still smelled like Earl Grey and Bay Rum.
"You look good, Lizzie. All is okay?"
Stepping back, but their arms still linked, she nodded up at him. "You've recovered wells. I'm so fucking glad for that, yo. Gods, you worried me. I'm so, so deeply, deeply sorry for Menace, for Vince, for your men..." she looked down and expelled a sigh, staring at their shoes; her beaten converse pointed at his wingtips.
"Ssshh, shhh, devushka. It over. Nothing to be done. Would have done same all again."
"Vit, man, I..."
"Lizzie, shut up."
She smirked up at him and he laughed and gestured to the garage front. "Come inside, tell me what you need."
Her hand clenched his forearm, stopping him. "I don'ts got much time; I'd love to stay but... I got shiz on. But I do need somethings from you. I'll figure out how to pay you back. It's real important."
"Say the word." He reached up to press a hand back through her dread-free hair, marvelling at the softness, at how nice it looked, not tangled in ropes and knots.
"I got to skip town for a day. But I got word some ... some trouble could be present. I needs you to stick a guy on my therapist, Doc Finch."
"Where will you go?" He stepped away to consider the girl seriously, steadily, while his hands sank into the pockets of his trousers, where he jostled pieces of change and studied her.
"I gots bidness in New Orleans. I'm going to go alone, go see what I can ... can do about stuff. Not askings no one for help with that... because it's... it's my problem. I think I gots to go and seek out some of Jimmie's campadre's, from back in the day. Middle management, so's to speak. But, I gots to be the one to do it."
"Alone?" Alarm filled his face and immediately aged him in the red light of the sign.
"Alone. I got my fire, and it's got to be good for something. All this oogy boogy shiz, it's got to be good for something. Any crazy ass fucking shiz goes down, I'll handle it. Might as well milk the contract while I gots it."
He laughed a little, though not meaning to and shook his head and continue to jostle the change in his pocket which sounded like a drunk at the keys.
"So how long, and you have his address?"
"Day, maybe two, tops. Here." She unzipped her jacket to reach inside and present him with a photo and an address on a small blue card. "He's a good guy. Been lookings out for me. He got told that... that someone from my past mights be in town and if anything goes nuts, I want him to be covered."
"And why you think he is... ah... what is the word, under threat?"
"Cuz the Feds went straight to him. Tried to digs up shiz. He knows everything and I can'ts be too careful. Trying to do the right things here."
Vitaly nodded sombrely and then looked to the sign again. When he looked back to Roach, her face was turned towards it too, coloured in scarlet reflections.
"Be careful, Lizzie. I will do as need. But please, call me when you safe. I will call if anything happen."
Roach tensed and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket but had no change to play with, only lint. She nodded stiffly at him and smiled a touch. "You know it, Vit. No worries. I'll be in touch witchu, either way. But... I got another requests, too."
"Oh?"
She stepped in a little closer. "On that card is another address. I don'ts know too much about the guy, but I think he's alright. He's helping me with the contract shiz too but he's kind of sort of involved in some other shiz to do with my new employer. Can you do some surveillance theres, too. Just... just to check in." Roach had no concept of how truly formidable Les was. In any case, contingency was everything to her these days and so it was impressed the same on Vitaly, that Les's shop be acknowledged in her absence.
"You leave when?"
"Tomorrow."
"Okay. It is done, devushka. You can count."
"Sway?" A grin.
"Sway." He extended a curled fist and she laughed out loud, bumping his knuckles with hers. "See ya in a couple days."
Vitaly nodded and watched her as she returned to the car. He squinted his eyes at the beast and then shook his head. "Strange girl."
"Oi, I heards that."
"You need nice, new car. Not one for stiffs."
Hanging over the door as she started the ignition, she cast a look back at him and revved the engine, displaying the roar of the V8. "What you think now, yo?"
He cracked a smile and gave her a thumbs up then walked over to the fin of the car and gave it a pat. "Ne idut nezhnyye."
In the rearview, she smiled at him and mouthed it back then went tearing off into the dark. He watched her go with a feeling of foreboding in his chest, but where she was concerned, it was habit.
"Ne idut nezhnyye, Lizzie."
The Black Ryder's 'Sweet Come Down' blasted from the windows and vibrated in the street as she traveled beneath an abscission of light.
He placed me on the bed
Pushed his hand through my hair and said:
Wine and blood are both red
And neither do a thing for me at all
I just lay there and I wept
He climbed off and got dressed
Next time if ever again
I'll bring you a rose
R.Parasol
Your memory is a monster; you forget, it doesn't.
J.Irving
She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing.
A.Rice
I got the ways and means to New Orleans
I'm goin' down by the river where it's warm and green
I'm gonna have a drink and walk around..
I got a lot to think about..
Concrete Blonde
Breaking The Spell
Part one:
Red neon gleamed in puddles outside Bonhamme; the newest chapter in Vitaly's slowly rebuilt presence in West End. The small limestone building was accessible only by a rolling shutter garage door or a sliding grate to the back of the premises and was heavily guarded. The sign flickered to life on the empty street and had only started glowing steadily when the hearse pulled up outside it; cruising like a shark through the city night on an engine that rumbled and growled and always made Elizabeth grin.
Once she got out and closed the heavy door with a clunk she idled a moment to stop and inhale the wet air. The smell of steam and tar carried to her nose and there was something refreshing and enlivening about it as she set her eyes on the sign above. The name read and re-read. Sounded out. "Bonhamme. Dont's sound Russian."
"That is point."
A voice from behind her.
She turned, lowering the black hood of her jacket and found Vitaly smiling at her, the most she had ever seen him smile. He wore a pressed, dark grey suit and his shoes were shiny as always. His hair swept back and secured with gel and his nails manicured and short. There was nothing to be said for several moments as he widened his arms and she broke the short distance between them to hug him tight. She buried her face into his chest. He still smelled like Earl Grey and Bay Rum.
"You look good, Lizzie. All is okay?"
Stepping back, but their arms still linked, she nodded up at him. "You've recovered wells. I'm so fucking glad for that, yo. Gods, you worried me. I'm so, so deeply, deeply sorry for Menace, for Vince, for your men..." she looked down and expelled a sigh, staring at their shoes; her beaten converse pointed at his wingtips.
"Ssshh, shhh, devushka. It over. Nothing to be done. Would have done same all again."
"Vit, man, I..."
"Lizzie, shut up."
She smirked up at him and he laughed and gestured to the garage front. "Come inside, tell me what you need."
Her hand clenched his forearm, stopping him. "I don'ts got much time; I'd love to stay but... I got shiz on. But I do need somethings from you. I'll figure out how to pay you back. It's real important."
"Say the word." He reached up to press a hand back through her dread-free hair, marvelling at the softness, at how nice it looked, not tangled in ropes and knots.
"I got to skip town for a day. But I got word some ... some trouble could be present. I needs you to stick a guy on my therapist, Doc Finch."
"Where will you go?" He stepped away to consider the girl seriously, steadily, while his hands sank into the pockets of his trousers, where he jostled pieces of change and studied her.
"I gots bidness in New Orleans. I'm going to go alone, go see what I can ... can do about stuff. Not askings no one for help with that... because it's... it's my problem. I think I gots to go and seek out some of Jimmie's campadre's, from back in the day. Middle management, so's to speak. But, I gots to be the one to do it."
"Alone?" Alarm filled his face and immediately aged him in the red light of the sign.
"Alone. I got my fire, and it's got to be good for something. All this oogy boogy shiz, it's got to be good for something. Any crazy ass fucking shiz goes down, I'll handle it. Might as well milk the contract while I gots it."
He laughed a little, though not meaning to and shook his head and continue to jostle the change in his pocket which sounded like a drunk at the keys.
"So how long, and you have his address?"
"Day, maybe two, tops. Here." She unzipped her jacket to reach inside and present him with a photo and an address on a small blue card. "He's a good guy. Been lookings out for me. He got told that... that someone from my past mights be in town and if anything goes nuts, I want him to be covered."
"And why you think he is... ah... what is the word, under threat?"
"Cuz the Feds went straight to him. Tried to digs up shiz. He knows everything and I can'ts be too careful. Trying to do the right things here."
Vitaly nodded sombrely and then looked to the sign again. When he looked back to Roach, her face was turned towards it too, coloured in scarlet reflections.
"Be careful, Lizzie. I will do as need. But please, call me when you safe. I will call if anything happen."
Roach tensed and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket but had no change to play with, only lint. She nodded stiffly at him and smiled a touch. "You know it, Vit. No worries. I'll be in touch witchu, either way. But... I got another requests, too."
"Oh?"
She stepped in a little closer. "On that card is another address. I don'ts know too much about the guy, but I think he's alright. He's helping me with the contract shiz too but he's kind of sort of involved in some other shiz to do with my new employer. Can you do some surveillance theres, too. Just... just to check in." Roach had no concept of how truly formidable Les was. In any case, contingency was everything to her these days and so it was impressed the same on Vitaly, that Les's shop be acknowledged in her absence.
"You leave when?"
"Tomorrow."
"Okay. It is done, devushka. You can count."
"Sway?" A grin.
"Sway." He extended a curled fist and she laughed out loud, bumping his knuckles with hers. "See ya in a couple days."
Vitaly nodded and watched her as she returned to the car. He squinted his eyes at the beast and then shook his head. "Strange girl."
"Oi, I heards that."
"You need nice, new car. Not one for stiffs."
Hanging over the door as she started the ignition, she cast a look back at him and revved the engine, displaying the roar of the V8. "What you think now, yo?"
He cracked a smile and gave her a thumbs up then walked over to the fin of the car and gave it a pat. "Ne idut nezhnyye."
In the rearview, she smiled at him and mouthed it back then went tearing off into the dark. He watched her go with a feeling of foreboding in his chest, but where she was concerned, it was habit.
"Ne idut nezhnyye, Lizzie."
The Black Ryder's 'Sweet Come Down' blasted from the windows and vibrated in the street as she traveled beneath an abscission of light.