Chapter 1
Lilia
Oh crap, this one looks evil. Bikers leathers, tattoos, cigarette, the works.
"You Lilia?" he asks me, his face full of Greedy pleasure. Urgh.
"Yep, that's me. Are you David?" He grins, eyeing me up. Double urgh.
"Yep. You ready, sweetheart? I got a place a few minutes away."
"Great." I don't sound at all enthusiastic. But there's work to be done, bills to be paid, all that. I wouldn't do this if it wasn't absolutely necessary.
I follow him to a big red and black Harley Davison bike and clamber aboard, trying as hard as I can not to hold onto him. Ew, he reeks. Great. We drive about two minutes away. I get the impression that the bike is to impress people, women mostly, rather than to transport him from place to place.
He opens the faded door and dumps his helmet and his gloves onto a broken side table. this place makes me want to jump into a shower right now and get a tetanus shot. Signs of previous drinking accidents are rubbed into the brown carpet, stuff like red wine and puke. Nice. He leads me upstairs into a bare bedroom. He shuts the door and starts taking off his clothes. When he is done, he pushes me onto the bed and lies on top of me undoing my jeggings. Then it is happening. I can't feel a thing and I try not to think about what else this guy has been doing because it might make me gag. Seriously.
When he has stripped me of every ounce of dignity that is still possess, he lets me get dressed and chucks twenty bucks at me, gesturing towards the door. I walk rationally down the stairs, but as soon as I am out of the front door, I run as if an evil vampire himself is chasing me. All the way back home...to my hole in a disused parking lot wall.
I am homeless. I have been a street beggar since my dad lost millions of dollars invested in a ship that sank in the Bermuda Triangle. I was turned out with about a thousand dollars in my pocket. Sounds a lot but its definitely not enough to keep you going for four years on the streets of Denver. I have to prostitute to earn money and I have to use my powers to steal. I know, not a good way off living but I don't know how else to survive.
Minor detail (!) my name is Lilia Kunovitch and I am a savant. I haven't found my soulfinder yet but I'm only 22 so I'm not going to let it worry me. That's a lie. I want my soulfinder so much it's killing me. I have images of him walking up to me in my hovel and scooping me up in his arms and carrying me back to his home. I know that's all romantic crap but its the only thing that keep me sane in this hellhole that is my life.