chapter two;
- sweet dreams;

BLEIZ DIDN'T KNOW if he should be relieved or not, when he couldn't see Liz at the reception. Did she notice something? He hoped, she didn't. Also, the young man was hoping, that she hasn't found out his little secret yet.

Or at least, wouldn't ask any questions. But no, this was simply impossible. Well, he has talked for real today with her for the first time, so no, she wouldn't have noticed a thing. Besides his tons of allergens, he had, there was nothing suspicious about him. Absolutely nothing.

Humming, he walked upstairs. Somehow, he was wondering, that the hotel has been open, even though it was in the middle of the night. Gently, he pushed the button of the elevator, waiting for it. Again, the sweet scent was making its' way right in his nose, but she simply ignored it. His body felt numb, at least his legs, and Bleiz simply wanted to go to bed. Finally, the elevator opened its doors. Arms, which were greeting him to come in. In quick steps, he entered it.

Maybe Bleiz has seen too many horror movies, otherwise he couldn't explain his fear of elevators. Alone the thought, that maybe his arm, leg, or even his head would be inside of it, while the rest of his body would hang out, made his stomach turn. His thumb was shaking, while he pressed the button for the sixth floor. A soft melody came in his mind, to distract him from the horrid thoughts. "Sweet dreams are made of this", he hummed. "Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas." Now, he sang a bit louder, nodding his head in the rhythm. Of course, the young man knew that his voice sounded absolutely horrible when he sang, but he couldn't care less.

"Everybody's looking for something!" Shouting, Bleiz stepped out of the elevator. In weird dancing moves, he walked towards his room, not caring about eventually looks someone would given him. He knew, he wasn't talented for singing or dancing. But he knew how to laugh about himself. Still humming, Bleiz opened the door, then locking it. Immediately, he rushed towards his bed, taking off his clothes piece by piece, before falling in the mattress. Somehow, this bed seemed always to be warm and smelled like grass, which has just been cut. Simply amazing.

Like a puppy, he curled himself to a ball, pulling the blanket over his almost naked body. The wave of exhaustion rushed over him, burring him under the depths of tiredness, to drag him in the depth of his dreams.

The excitement in his body grew, as soon as he was standing again in the middle of the field. It was the dream he had, since he has checked in. In his wolf form, he was surrounded by flowers and grass. This scene was always so peaceful. Only some sounds of the living animals could be heard. A lot of bees were flying around him, the whirring of their tiny wings was sounding in his ear. Curious, he tilted his head, following with his eyes the little insects. But there was something else which made his heart race. It was the man, who was always leaning against a tree. Not knowing why, he seemed to be happy, every time, he saw him. A happy wolf.
Slowly, Bleiz walked towards him, embraced with the sweet scent of him. His pace speeded up a bit. This time, the wolf wanted to reach him, looking in his eyes and finally see who the man with the stunning figure was. He wanted to reach him, before he would disappear again. Better said, before Bleiz would wake up again. The wolf was almost there, so he ran faster.

With an annoyed sound, Bleiz opened his eyes. The sun was shining right in his face, causing him to blink several times, to be able to see again. "Shit", the young man cursed under his breath. This dream almost hunted him, and still he couldn't see the other one. Groaning, he stood up, stretching his bones, which were cracking a bit because of the sudden movement.

His back was hurting a little. Like someone has stabbed him in his sleep. Bleiz watched his reflection in the mirror, touching the blood around his mouth. A soft whine escaped him. Has he killed another human again? He didn't know anymore. All he knew was, that he has been walking a long time through a field. Never in his life, he ever wanted to hurt anybody. But of course, he had.

Bleiz didn't want to imagine, how many people he has already killed and how much blood was on his hands. Sighing, he cleaned his mouth, still studying his features in the mirror. A regular, young man looked at him, whose beard started to grow. That was all. Just an average one. Nothing special. Not a monster. At least, he didn't look like one now. Again, he sighed, closing his eyes a little. Why couldn't he change this? And why did he had to be a wolf-shapeshifter and not a harmless animal like ... a butterfly or something like this? Maybe some old Native Americans knew how to stop this, but he guessed, that there wasn't any chance. He has been born like this. It would be like a human, who tried not to be a human anymore.

This was impossible. Slowly, he shook his head, leaning a bit against the mirror, so his temple touched it slightly. Sometimes, he wished he was something else. An average human, who fell over his feet while jogging and was too awkward to flirt with men at a bar would've been enough. Life was sometimes a bitch. Just like one of these little girls, who thought it was funny to kick a man in his balls. Since Bleiz has ran away from home, he had this image in his head of life. This little girl either gave people chocolate or hit them in their genitals. This little hoe.

In slow motion, he walked in the bathroom. Fresh water has always been a good solution for sleepy persons. He splashed the water in his face, squeezing his eyes shut. The coldness on his skin made him smile a little. Somehow, he found himself comfortable in the cold, no matter if it was during winter, or when it was just something simple, like cold water. It felt like he was in his own world.

A forest dipped in the frozen tears of heaven was the prettiest thing for him. The air was fresh, no sounds were disturbing him. Only the snow would crunch a little under his paws. With every step, he would take, the snow would get colder, slowly crawling in his body. Like claws, it would pull on his fur, to make their ways through his skin, until every inch was covered with the coldness. But he wouldn't be scared. He was a wolf and always one with the nature. He was the thunder in a storm, the dark clouds during rain. Neither sun, nor moon, but still both.

Slightly, Bleiz shook his head, to get rid of these thoughts. Even if he mostly felt like one, he wasn't a wolf. He was a human. Just a little, fragile human, whose bones were breakable. The wolf was kept in his cage, deep inside his heart. A hungry beast, which he hadn't got under control. It made him vulnerable and this was one of the things, which made him frightened. This vulnerability could get him killed one day. He was a walking shell, and just as easy to break. This monster inside him, hold him in its' claws.

Got the wolf hurt, he got hurt. But if he got hurt, the wolf was fine. Still, Bleiz didn't understand it. Sometimes, he even asked himself, if he was a human, who could transform in a wolf, or a wolf, who could transform in a human. Some years ago, he has been sure about the answer. And now? He didn't even know, if the room around him was real.

"Well, well. Don't make such a face, wolfie." An amused sounding voice said behind his back. Confused, he turned around, raising his eyebrow. The man in front of him seemed a bit older, his hair laid strict on his head. "Did we ...?", Bleiz asked, but only caused the other one to laugh. "No, we didn't have sex. But you wonder, how I came in this room, right?", he asked, stroking with his fingers to his moustache.

"Actually, I don't wonder about anything, anymore", Bleiz muttered, while trying to style his hair at least a bit. So, it wouldn't look like he just got up. "Mm, clever kid. My name's James March", the man presented himself. "Interesting name", answered the younger one, not even looking at him.

"I know. And to be honest, everything about me is interesting. You know, I own this hotel and I've built it", March said, pride swung in his voice. With a raised eyebrow, the werewolf finally turned away from the mirror, to look at him. "So, you're either an immortal or a ghost, huh?", he asked.

"Like I've said, you're clever. But your second guess is right. I'm a ghost, sadly." A sigh escaped the throat of March, causing Bleiz to roll with his eyes. "Poor thing, who hasn't got the burden of life anymore. I'll cry you a river", he grumbled, before turning back to the mirror again.

"I was a serial killer", March said, raising an eyebrow. Somehow, he didn't know, if he should like the disrespect of the younger one, or not. "Everybody needs their hobbies", Bleiz muttered, while putting some cream on his face. Then, he looked back at him again. "And if you don't mind, I would like to dress myself", Bleiz stated. Without waiting for an answer, the young man simply stood up, rushing out of the bathroom, to the closet.

"I've never thought, I would ever meet a werewolf. Well, I've never thought, they exist anymore." Again, this March-guy was behind his back. "Here I am. Less than more alive, but still exist", Bleiz stated, tilting slightly his head. Should he choose the black shirt, or the black shirt with AcDc on it? Though question. "You don't really like talking, huh?", March asked, followed by a chuckle.

"I actually don't like talking to a stranger, when I'm almost naked", Bleiz huffed, putting the black shirt back in the closet, before he put the AcDc one on. "I'm a ghost, I don't really care, if you're naked or wearing a dress", the elder one explained, still watching him. "Congratulations. You're more tolerant than most of the people from this century", he muttered.
"I've just seen a lot of people. Also, why should I care how a person looks like or with whose gender they screw?", March asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know, but I ask sometimes myself the same question" he answered, tilting his head slightly.

"Mm. You're really a good boy, huh?" A chuckle escaped from the throat of the elder one. "No, not really", Bleiz said, sitting down on the edge of his back. Still, his back hurt, even if he didn't really know why. Again, March laughed a bit. "You're talking about this little dog, who's living inside of you. I've watched you a while and I have to say, that I'm impressed nobody has ever noticed you leaving the hotel and coming back with blood splatters all over your body."

"This sounds wrong." Questioning, Bleiz rose an eyebrow, studying the ghost carefully. Nervous, he scratched his neck. The presence of him made him uncomfortable. There was something odd about him, something what he couldn't explain. As inconspicuous as possible, he sniffed a little, then frowned. No scent. Nothing. Not even the smell of death.
"What's wrong, wolfie?", the former hotels' owner asked, while a grin was formed on his face. "Couldn't smell anything, could you?" The man grinned, his eyes sparkling. The madness of his soul was reflected in these dark eyes of him, causing goose bumps on Bleiz' back. It made him shiver. Everything about this guy seemed to be ... wrong, even if he has talked quite nicely.

"What do you want from me, March?", asked the werewolf finally, arms crossed in front of his chest. "From you? Nothing. But from your bestial friend inside ... a lot." A grin was spread above the face of the ghost. Now this was the point, in which Bleiz came to the resolution, that this guy was insane. March's dark eyes were sparkling now with his madness, which must have crawled from the depth of his black heart or soul out, to finally present it. The black mirrors of his spirit seemed to come straight from hell, what made him to slide a bit backwards, in his bed. This guy scared him a bit.

"I need your wolf, to keep an eye of a man", March explained, walking like a cat around the bed, to come closer to him. Still, his eyes were sparkling, making the body of Bleiz shaking. "Which man?", he breathed, his heart beating fast in his chest, almost bursting. "His name is John Lowe. I'll give you a picture later and a shirt, he has forgotten some days ago." Again, he smiled widely.

"What, if I say no?", Bleiz asked, tilting his head. Angrily, he frowned. Who did the guy think, he was? Just because he was some ghost now, didn't mean, that he had every right in the world. Especially not ordering him things like this. This man literally required from him to stalk this Lowe-guy. Was the ghost too shy to ask for a date, or why else did he want to stalk him?

Again, March laughed, coming closer to the younger man. "Else, I would slit your throat, wolfie. So better do what I say." Even if his tone sounded sarcastic, there was this little voice in Bleiz' head – the voice of his good sense – which told him, that this man has been deadly serious. "But you know, it's illegal blackmailing people. Even if you're a while dead, you should know this. Besides, I just could stand up and leave", the younger one stated, looking him right in the eye.

As soon as he could see his reflection in the dark pupil, he blinked several times. Instead of brown eyes, a pair of crystal-blue ones were looking directly at him. They were cold, like a frozen lake in the depth of winter. These weren't warm, human-like eyes. These were the cold ones, of a killer, who wouldn't hesitate, to kill his victim beneath seconds.

"There's the wolf, I was looking for." The ghost smiled at him, before patting gently his shoulder. "As soon as I've brought you the picture and the shirt, I'll tell you, what you have to do next." With a smirk, he stood up and then just disappeared, like he hasn't even entered his room.

Confused, Bleiz shook his head, slowly standing up to finally make himself ready. This ghost has been creepy as fuck. Even if he has looked good. Funny, in movies ghost, especially 'bad' ghosts always looked like an actor from The Walking Dead, who played a zombie. Of course, he really wasn't in the mood to look out for a weird guy, but on the other side: He would've something to do. Maybe, he could even make a deal with March, to get some money. Even if he had enough in his backpack. Money was always useful.

With a slight smile, he watched his gaze in the mirror. It was hard to keep the corners of his mouth up, but at least Bleiz tried to look a bit friendly. Then he looked down at his arms. Deep scars were covering his skin. Probably from some fights, he couldn't remember. Sighing, Bleiz pulled out a black jacket of the closet. Immediately, he felt safer and more secure.

But what would he do now? Beneath seconds, he fell back in the bed, looking at the ceiling. Again, he felt tired, a yawn escaping his mouth. No sleep in the world could quit his tiredness. But he couldn't sleep anyway. It was a bright day, the sun shining through the window. He needed to get up. Going out for a while. He could try to find a store about Native Americans. Maybe he would even be able to find a book about their myths.

With new energy, he stood up and took on his boots. It should be a thick book, so Bleiz would've at least something to do in the past few weeks. After a last look in the mirror, he grabbed his mp3-player, headphones, some money and the keys and left his room. Humming, he walked downstairs, already listening to music.

Always taking two steps at once, he was soon in the entrance hall. Still, he's impressed by its' seize and the old-school, but still modern style. Later, Bleiz will take a picture of it and tried to draw. Oh yes, he should also buy a sketchpad and some pens. Some time ago, he has read, that drawing is like a meditation, to calm down, feeling better and this stuff. Maybe this would also help to keep with aggressive wolves.

"Where do you go?" Bleiz could hear a familiar, friendly voice, so he stopped the music and looked at the woman. "Just looking for some stuff in the city", he answered, giving Liz a slight smile. "But with that, you didn't mean drugs, did you?", she asked, raising an eyebrow. A chuckle escaped the throat of the young man. Drugs would kill him immediately, just like tobacco. "Of course not. I'm looking for a special book and things for drawing." Somehow, he had to smirk because of the worries from this friendly woman. Now, Liz also laughed. "Okay, these things are fine", she said with a smirk.

"What a relief", he hummed, then nodded as a discharge. Probably, he would come back in the evening, when it's dark. Just like always. Anyway, nobody has ever seemed to have noticed it. Expect for this March-ghost. With a satisfied smile, he continued his way, out of the hotel, to greet the streets of California again.

I hope you all have enjoyed this chapter, and I'm sorry, but it'll take a bit until Bleiz and Donovan will meet, hehe.