chapter 05;
- ocean eyes;

BEING ALONE WAS LIKE AN ENDLESS NIGHT. Stars may shine, but you never see full light again. Maybe you felt alright some hours, even days or weeks. Some could even deal with loneliness for months and years. But there will come the point, in which you can't take it any longer. A human was a social living. We were born to interact with others, making friends, being in a group. That's how the first humans on earth could survive. They've hunt together, lived together and fought together. Of course, you didn't really need anyone to survive anymore. You don't have to fight against any wild animals or hunt for your food. But the instinct of wanting to have a connection with someone, is still there.

A little cry escaped his throat, as he found himself in this endless night. It was dark, and he could barely see anything. His heart beat loud against his chest, which was the only sound, he was able to hear. Fear crawled up his back, reaching out its' claw to his heart and soul. Fear could sometimes be even more dangerous than the actual danger.
Shaking, he took a step forward. The ground crunched under his boot, and it made him jump a little. Where was he? Was this his path? The path, Fox has wanted to show him? Will he die in an illusion, or was this reality? Maybe neither of them, or both. He could be trapped in an illusion, which was his reality. His own. The one, he has created.

"Fox?", he asked in the dark. No answer. He slung his arms around the skinny body of his. Normally, he didn't freeze, his body temperature was around 104 Fahrenheit, but now, he didn't even feel like he had 96. Shaking, he started to walk. He didn't know, where this path will lead him, but he also knew, he shouldn't just stay and wait. His heart pounded fast in his chest, almost burning at every step, he was taking.

"Fox, where am I?", Bleiz almost shouted in the dark, wrapping his arms stronger around himself. Just keep moving. Like he always did, when he felt alone. "It's important to find yourself, Bleiz." Out of nowhere, Bleiz could suddenly hear the familiar voice of the old man, so he stopped and looked around. "What?", the boy asked, his eyes trying to identify something in the darkness.
"Blue eyes, like the ocean. But your way will be rough. For both of you."

A frustrating groan escaped his throat. "Why can't old men speak in normal, and easy understandable sentences? Not even for once?", he asked himself, before he continued his way. "How can I get out of her?", he hissed, eyes wandering through the blackness around. For some seconds, he blinked. Has his imagination just played a trick, or has he seen something, not even some seconds before?
Once, he has read, that loneliness could cause paranoia and hallucination. Especially, when the human's body was surrounded by complete darkness. Light has always meant something good and great. Just like fire meant safety to the humans. These two elements kept most of the danger away. No predator would come any close to a place, where it was burning. Fire meant life for humans, but death for animals. Humans have hunted them with torches.

But why was he then so afraid of fire? Was he more an animal, than a man? Maybe, his destiny will be the same one like from the cursed shape-shifters.
It was rare, but some of his kind didn't respect the cultures or the simple rules, they had. "The five rules, do you remember them, Bleiz?" The voice of Fox was sharp and loud, almost ringing in his ears. "Of course, I do. Rule one, never harm another shape-shifters soulmate. When the soulmate dies, a part of the imprinter will also die. Two, respect older people. They've experienced far more than you will ever do. Three, don't murder anybody when you can control yourself. You cause enough mess when you're in the animal form. Four, don't do drugs, or drink alcohol until you can't control yourself anymore. Drugs have even more negative effects to us, as with humans. And five ..." He blinked several times. What was number five?

Almost panicked, he tried to remember. Will he end like a cursed one? Will he be banned to live forever in the wolfs' body? A soft whimper escaped him.
"It is not as important and serious at the other ones, but still need to keep in your brain, little wolfie." He sounded smooth, like a soft summer breeze. It was like, Fox has spoken to his own son, who made a little mistake, because he didn't know better.

Then, it suddenly appeared in his mind again, and his eyes widened. "Remember who you are", he whispered, and it felt like the darkness was fading a bit, replaced by a dim light. "I am just important, as everybody else. I am not only an animal, or a human. I am a living thing, with a heartbeat. There is no difference between a wolf and a man. They have the same importance", he breathed, his face lightened a little, just like the blackness around him. "Because we're all just a part of the world and will all end to dust, but the life will go on." The corners of his mouth were twitching, while the rest around him lightened up.

Smiling, Bleiz knelt, next to a lavender field, but looked up, as he could hear someone. "Bleiz." It was an unfamiliar voice, but it made his heart drop and immediately beat faster. With a smile, he stood up. Happiness was spread all over his body. Bleiz felt so light. Almost as light as a feather. His worries seemed to fall off his back and sank in the deep earth. A tall man stood just a few inches away. Black clothes and the dark shadow of a tree covered his face, but still his blue eyes were shining like stars. "Wait for me", the wolf-boy whispered, and the man nodded. "I will always wait for you."

With a groan, Bleiz opened his eyes. "Wait? How did I come back here?", he asked. "And why now? I was just about to finally see him." Pouting, Bleiz looked up to the old man, who smiled weakly. "Well, you were the whole time here, sleeping like a puppy. The good old fire-water seemed to make you sleep", he simply said. Confused, the young man raised an eyebrow. "Guess you are right", he murmured. Even if Bleiz had a lot of questions, he just wanted to go to the hotel now and sleep properly. Slowly, he stood up and nodded.

"Thanks for everything, again, Fox. Nakamouw." Respectfully, the younger one nodded to him, before turning around and wanted to leave the store. As an older one, Fox didn't have to say something to him. But his gaze just told everything. "Tala!" His shouting made him stop and turn around. "Be careful of the Queen of Ice and Blood. She wants to keep, what is hers and will try to get everything back, as soon as it has been taken from her", Fox said. His expression was colder than ice, causing small goose bumps on his back. "O-okay", Bleiz just murmured, before he finally left the room and rushed out off the door.

The cold wind embraced him with long arms, to pull him in a light hug. "Great", he huffed and took his hood on, to cover his face. Fox has said something about an evil spirit before. Was this dude already gone? Well, at least Bleiz hoped so. "Geez, I hope it wasn't a Wendigo or this kind of evil-thing", he muttered to himself and just started to go. The faster he was in the hotel, the faster, he would be away from the streets, without passing Wendigos, werewolves, dangerous raccoons or killer-rabbits, or whatever.

His steps went faster, almost running. Only the soft light of the lanterns in the streets lightened the way. Humming, he jogged the way, from where he came along. Thank the spirits, or whoever was living out there, that he has marked this territory some days again. His strong scent laid in the air and led him right to the hotel.
To his surprise, the hotel was still open and inside seemed to be a party. Even the few miles away he was, he could hear the music, which was playing. Terrible pop-songs. Not even the few good ones. Just the horrible ones, nobody really wanted to hear, but everybody sang along them. Sighing, Bleiz simply took the way for the back-entrance. He really wasn't a guy for parties. They were loud, humans were awkward, and it smelled like alcohol, drugs, sex, vomit and piss. Things, he didn't want to smell. Maybe expect for sex, but this was different.

The corners of his mouth were twitching when he thought about the warm bed, which was waiting for him. Liz has probably brought even more pillows for him, so it would be fluffier for the boy. Liz was such a sweetheart in his opinion. Smiling, he opened the back-door, but immediately wished, he has climbed up to the roof.

Several, strange men in crazy outfits were walking around, followed by persons with cases and ... make-up? Did he just step into a prank, or a freak show? Awkward, Bleiz tried to make his way through the lots of people, when suddenly a strong grip stopped him. It didn't hurt of course, a human was never able to hurt him physically without any weapons, but it didn't feel nice either.

Two blue eyes were staring right into his own. The facial features were sharp, detailed. The man in front of him seemed to be completely flawless. A light beard was covering his cheekbones. Even if he seemed to be perfect, there was something weird about this guy. Gross, every human was weird, to be honest.
"Excuse me?", Bleiz asked, raising an eyebrow and tried not to sound bitchy, like most British did. Excuse me was just a synonym for Bitch, what the fuck are you think, you're doing? This was it. The secret of British.

"What are you waiting for? Get dressed, you will go to the carpet, after Duffy", the man said. "Stylists make him ready. He seemed to be like the only clean one." Then he let go off his shoulders and just walked away. "What is a Duffy?", Bleiz murmured, shaking confused his head. "And which stage?", he asked to himself, but widened his eyes, as a group of men and women ran towards him.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Almost panicked, he tried to run in the different direction, when two of them grabbed his arm. "You're not going anywhere, like most did. You've signed a contract and you will do your job", a woman said. "I didn't sign anything. This must be a mistake. Listen, I just came from t- ", Bleiz tried to explain, but got quit by another man. "Yeah, don't try to trick us. We're already all tired and can't afford any more time. Duffy is already preparing himself for the show. So, dress him first and then the make-up."

Bleiz has just closed his eyes all the time. He didn't want to see, what the others were doing to him. The clothes felt tight and the shoes uncomfortable. He will try to change at least them, when he had to go outside on this carpet. As much as he has heard, it seemed to be a fashion-show. Maybe the one, Liz has talked about. Why were people even watching them? There were just some people walking in weird clothes up and down and get paid for it. Nobody would ever buy this silly stuff. "Humans are weird", he huffed, earning a chuckle next to him.

"I have to agree with you", the young man on his right side said to him. Slowly, Bleiz opened his eyes, avoiding to look in the mirror and see his, probably disgusting, reflection. The male next to him, seemed to be just a few years older than himself. His blue eyes studied him curious. Blue eyes. They seemed to be everywhere lately. "I have hoped, you will open your eyes. They're indeed beautiful", the model said with a slight grin.

"Ninety percent of humanity has brown eyes, but thanks I guess", Bleiz simply answered, looking up at him. God, he was tall. Well, almost everyone seemed to be taller as him, because it felt like giants live in Los Angeles. Expect for this psychotic ghost. March was small. A lot smaller than him.
An amused chuckle escaped the throat of the other one. "You can't handle well with compliments. May I present myself, I am Tristan Duffy. Model", Tristan introduced. "My name is Bleiz Distler. Accident", the wolf-boy said, the corners of his mouth twitching lightly.

Again, Tristan laughed lightly. "You're a funny guy. Want to have some stuff?" With a grin, he nodded to the white stripes on his table. Shocked, Bleiz shook his head. "No, thank you. It is really kind of you, that you want to share cooks with me, but I have already enough problems", he denied. He needed to go out of this freak show. Now. Or at least, as fast as possible.
"No wonder, you're so pretty. The innocent ones are always the prettiest. But ... the sinners are the hottest", Tristan mused, causing Bleiz to tilt his head a little. Whatever the model has taken: It made him flirt with him and this was weird. Swallowing, the wolf-boy turned around, to look in the mirror, and regretted it.

Shocked, he held a hand in front of his mouth, to muffle a soft scream. Silver eyeshadow was decorating his face and his lips seemed to be ... glossier? Also, there were strange lines under his eyes. His hoodie has been replaced by a tight sting top and a leather jacket with also some stings. Curiously, he looked down. Well, at least the ripped jeans looked nice, but the shoes were also horrible. Quickly, he looked around and took them off, before he grabbed his boots, which were standing besides him. Bleiz almost felt relieved, as soon as he had his favorite shoes on. Combat boots were always a good thing. But still ... he looked like a sparkling unicorn. Annoyed, Bleiz closed again his eyes. He just wanted to go through this little hell and then sleep.

"Duffy, it's your turn now and what the heck? Have you just cut your cheekbone? Man, you're sick. Anyway, go on that carpet", a man ordered. Bleiz could hear, how Tristan stood up. "It was nice, talking with you. I hope, we will see each other again", he said and patted the shoulder of the younger one. But he didn't say anything. He tried to focus on his heartbeat and blend everything else out. The thought of a soft, fluffy bed made Bleiz smile a little. And he wanted to cuddle something.

Of course, he had no idea, how much time has passed, when somebody was shaking his shoulder. "It's your turn, little one", a female voice said. Immediately, Bleiz opened his eyes. "I don't want to", he murmured, while standing up. "Oh no, you won't cause any more troubles. Duffy has already messed everything!", the blue eyed-guy, who has grabbed his shoulder sometimes ago hissed.

"Leave me alone, I just want to sleep", Bleiz groaned, while he was literally pushed out. "No! Let me go!", he hissed, stumbling on the carpet. Well, now he couldn't just turn around and run. This would do a coward.

But he felt like one. Like a dear in headlight, he looked up, the light shining on his face. His heart raced in his chest, while he was just standing there. Not knowing what to do. His brain felt empty and all he could hear, was his heavy breath. A dozen eyes seemed to look at him. Some were even pointing at his shoes. Stupid, rich humans. Right, humans ... Why were they judging him? They didn't know a thing about him.

He was at least as worth as they were, no matter what. Besides, he could rip their throats out, if he was in his other form. So Bleiz straightened himself a little, before he started to walk. He could feel, how his inner animal took a bit over control, feeling the light tickle in his bones. His steps were elegant, barely touching the ground. He was a predator, not wanting to make any sound and scare his prey, or whatever he was following.

A scent. So bitter, but an even sweeter with it. Again, his heart raced, but this time it was different. Like a magnet, he was pulled over the carpet, until he suddenly stopped. His throat felt dry and his body was shaking a bit. Nervous, he looked to the side, where the scent, which he has smelled on the very first day, came from.

Blue eyes. He has seen a lot of blue eyes in his life, but none of these have been so intensive. The world around him was stopping, while he just stared at this blue-eyed beauty. These eyes were so beautiful. Blue, like the frozen sea in the arctic dessert, covered and protected by the frozen tundra. His own, brown eyes wandered above his fine face. Flawless, detailed jawline and pale. Absolutely perfect. Soft, slight, rosy lips, which looked so kissable. And Bleiz would kiss him. Every single day, he would kiss him and tell him, how much he meant to him.

Hard, his heart pounded against his chest, like it wanted to jump out. He was his puzzle, he could feel it. Gravity didn't seem to exist anymore for him. It was this man in front of him, who was holding him down, to be by his side. Shaking, Bleiz looked again, back into his eyes, which were sparkling, like the sun has just shone on the sea.

"Where've you been?", the man whispered softly, his words touching right his heart.

"I've been looking for you."

Finally, the chapter, in which they're meeting. Meeting his soulmate ... must be a wonderful thing. Btw: Do you believe in soulmates?