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Chapter 8
Marzia
Saturday, June 28, 2013
The beautiful girl with high cheekbones and long chestnut brown hair is standing outside San Francisco Publishing. We stand staring at each other. Her face is sad and her pale skin almost makes her look like a ghost. I stand immobilized, unable to tear my gaze away from her sorrowful look.
"What do you have that I don't?" she asks, her voice soft and almost childlike.
"Who are you?" I ask as my scalp prickles in fear.
"I'm nobody...and you're nobody, either."
Slowly she begins to walk towards me, her arms outstretched in front of her. My heart beats faster as fear takes over.
"What do you want from me?!"
She's close now. "I want what you have," she says, her voice monotone.
"Elizabeth!"
"No. Stay back! Stay away from me!"
As she reaches me, she grabs hold of my arm and her fingers are cold and clammy. I'm rooted to the spot as I struggle to get away, but it's no use. She smiles, a slow evil grimace so chilling that I start to scream.
"Elizabeth, wake up!" a voice shouts.
"No! Don't touch me!
"Jesus, wake up Elizabeth!" Felix is shaking me awake.
I wake with a startle and bolt upright in bed, gasping uncontrollably as my heart pounds like crazy.
"Baby, are you okay?" Felix asks.
He moves in front of me and takes hold of my face in his hands. I'm sweating and disoriented, my heart still beating like crazy.
"F-F-Felix?" I stutter, my voice shaky.
"I'm here, Elizabeth," he says softly as he pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me protectively. "I'm right here."
He reaches over and switches on the lamp and the room is instantly bathed in dim light. Pulling back, he gazes at me, his face etched with concern and worry. He caresses my cheek which is slick with sweat. His touch seems to calm me down but the images of my horrific nightmare is still fresh in my mind. I glance over at the alarm clock. It's almost 4:30 in the morning.
"What happened? Were you having a bad dream?"
"The girl," I whisper.
"What? What girl?" he asks soothingly.
"There was a girl outside SFP when I left yesterday night. Long brown hair and high cheekbones. She looked kinda familiar..." My voice trails off. Damn it, where have I seen this girl before? Wait a minute...
Felix stills, his eyes widening as his face turns pale. Oh no...
"Skit..." he mumbles in Swedish. He stays silent for a second, almost as if he's thinking really hard about something. "When was this?" he whispers.
(Skit = Shit)
"When I left work yesterday evening," I repeat. "Her face looked so familiar, and her voice was kinda small and high pitched."
"Marzia," he whispers.
I raise an eyebrow. "Marzia Bisognin?"
He nods and runs a hand through his messy blonde hair.
I swallow nervously. His ex-sub, the same one I saw in a picture with him on Tumblr. Suddenly, he's radiating tension. Something is going on and by the feel of it, it's real bad.
"She was the one that put N'Sync on your iPod, right?"
The Swedish man glances at me anxiously, his blue eyes seeming frightful.
"Yeah," he says. "Did she say anything to you?"
"When I asked if she needed my help, she replied with, 'No I just wanted to look at you. You're very beautiful.' Then she asked me 'What do you have that I don't?' I asked her who she was. She just said 'Me. I'm nobody.'"
Felix closes his eyes as if in pain. What's happened? What does she mean to him?
My scalp prickles as my heart drops. What if she means a lot to him? Perhaps they miss each other? I know very little of his past relationships with all the women he was with. I remember in Florida when Felix said they were in a long term relationship before they started a BDSM relationship so she must have had a contract, and she must have done what he wanted, given him what he needed gladly.
Oh no...that's something I can't do. The thought nauseates me.
Climbing out of bed, Felix puts on his jeans and heads downstairs. I quickly roll out of bed, grabbing one of my night shirts from the floor, and slipping it over my head, I follow after him.
He's on his cellphone, pacing back and forth between the living room and the sun room.
"Yes, outside SFP, yesterday evening," he says quietly. He turns to me. "What time did you see her?" he asks me.
"About 5:30-ish?" I mumble, unsure. Who the heck is he calling at this hour? What has Marzia done? He repeats the information to whoever's on the other end of the phone, not taking his eyes off me, his expression serious.
"Find out how...Yes...Contact a relative of hers...No, her mother is deceased, the father is in prison." He closes his eyes again as if he's in pain, and my heart wrenches. "I don't know what else she's capable of doing. Just find her, Clark. She's in trouble. Please find her. Sorry if I woke you. Give my love to the girls and Angie." He hangs up and gazes at me as I stand rooted to the spot. Clark has a wife and kids?
"Would you like a cup of tea?" I ask as I turn and make my way towards the kitchen. Tea has always been the answer to any crisis, according to my Grandma Rita and my mother. I fill the kettle with water and set it on the burner.
"Actually, I'd rather go back to bed." His look tells me that it's not to sleep.
"Well, I need some tea right now. Would you like to join me for a cup?" I want to know what hell is going on. Plus, I will not be sidetracked by sexy time with Mr. Swedish YouTube.
Felix runs his hand through his hair in exasperation. "Yes, please," he mutters, and I can tell he's irritated.
I heat the burner and busy myself with teacups and teapot. My anxiety has been shot through the roof. Is he going to tell me the problem or am I going to have to question him myself. I can sense his eyes on me, his uncertainty, and his anger is noticeable. I glance over at him, and his eyes glitter with nervousness.
"What is it?" I ask softly.
He shakes his head.
"You're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?"
He sighs heavily and closes his eyes. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because it shouldn't concern you, Elizabeth. I don't want you tangled up in this mess."
"It shouldn't concern me, but now it does. She found me and approached me outside my work. How did she know where to find me? I think I have a right to know what's going on."
He runs a hand through his hair again and shakes his head in frustration.
"Please?" I plead softly.
His mouth sets into a hard line, and rolls his eyes in annoyance.
"Okay, fine," he says in defeat. "I have no idea how she found you. Maybe the photograph from graduation or the vlog that I filmed with you in Florida when I managed to edit in your school photo into the video, I don't know." He sighs again.
I wait patiently for him to continue as I pour boiling water into the teapot, watching him as he paces back and forth through the kitchen. After a moment of silence, he continues.
"This past week, I don't know, I think it was Tuesday morning, Marzia turned up at my house unannounced and made a scene."
"What do you mean by 'made a scene'?"
He gazes at me warily, unsure if he should tell me anymore information.
"Felix, tell me. You're keeping something back. What did she do?" My tone is more forceful than I intended.
He blinks at me, his blue eyes filled with fear. "Elizabeth, I-" he stops.
My heart drops. "Felix, what happened?" I ask, my voice soft.
He sighs. "She slit open her wrist."
My eyes widen and I cover my mouth in shock. "Oh my God." That explains the bandages and the scars on her arms.
"I called an ambulance and when the paramedics arrived, I told her I would meet her at the hospital, but Marzia left before I could get there. She just disappeared and the nurses had no idea where she went. I mean what else was I supposed to do? She went crazy."
Crap, does that mean she's suicidal? She's still out there, too, and no one knows what she's capable of doing. Is she dangerous? Oh no, does she have a gun?
"None of this would've happened if I had just driven her to the hospital myself..." He trails off and his eyes fill with regret. Oh, Felix.
"Please don't blame yourself, Felix," I say. "You only did what was right."
He gazes at me and I distract myself with pouring tea into the little glass teacups. So Marzia wants back in Felix's life but instead chose a suicide attempt to get his attention? Damn, that's terrifying.
"And you can't find her?" I ask. "What about her family?"
"Her mother was killed when Marzia was just 9 years old and that's why her father is serving a life sentence in prison. Her siblings are somewhere in Italy and they have no idea where she's at. Neither does her boyfriend and that's even if they're still together."
"Do you know her boyfriend's name?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "No, all I know is he's the one she left me for."
Oh. "How long ago was this?"
He smirks at me. "My, we're eager for information, aren't we?"
I smile. "Tell me, I want to know."
He sighs "Ok. Well, I met Marzia on vacation in Italy in the summer of 2005. She was 17, I was 19. She was the first young woman around my age I had ever been with after Rika lost interest in me. A year later, I brought her to Sweden with me and we started having an intimate relationship and that's when the BDSM started. She seemed to enjoy it and our relationship lasted for a year and a half. Then one day, she just up and left me in mid 2007..."
"Isn't she a YouTuber?" I ask.
He nods. "She used to be."
"CutiePieMarzia?"
"Yep. She mostly did make-up tutorials, beauty and health, and daily vlogging. During the time we were together, she gained over three and half million subscribers."
Oh wow. "So why is she trying to get your attention six years later?"
Felix shakes his head sadly. "I don't know. All we've managed to discover is that she was released from the psychiatric hospital in Italy."
Whoa, what? "Psychiatric hospital?"
"Yeah, where's she been staying for the past six years. She wasn't right in the head, social wise. She was, uh, checked in after doctors found her to be mentally unstable for society..."
Holy shit! "So, let me get this straight. She hasn't been your submissive for six years?"
He nods.
"Didn't she want more out of the relationship?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't?" I ask.
"Yeah, you know this already."
Ok, I'm so confused. "So after all these years, why is she coming to you now?"
"I don't know." And by the tone of his voice, something tells me that he has somewhat of a theory, and it's bad.
"But you suspect..."
His eyes glow as he gazes at me. "I suspect it has something to do with you," he says, his tone soft.
Me? What does she want with me? Is she jealous? "What do you have that I don't?"
I stare at the Swedish man, magnificently naked from the waist up. I have him; he's mine. That's what I have, and she's looks as beautiful as me: long hair and pale skin. I frown at the thought. Yes...what do I have that she doesn't?
"How come you didn't tell me yesterday?" he asks softly.
"It slipped my mind when I got to the bar." I shrug apologetically. "You know what a drink does to me. Then you turned up at the bar, had a little...testosterone rush with William, and then we ended up here. I just completely forgot about her. You have a habit of making me forget things."
He grins. "Testosterone rush?"
"Yes. Also known as a pissing contest."
He laughs. "I'll show you what a testosterone rush is."
"Wouldn't you rather have a cup of tea first?" I ask sweetly.
"No, Elizabeth, I wouldn't."
I giggle. "You think with your penis way too much," I say, my cheeks heating up as I say that word.
His blue eyes burn into me, glowing at me with his I-want-you-right-here-and-now look. Fuck...it's so goddamn hot.
"Forget about her. Come. Let's get you back in bed." He holds out his hand to me.
My inner goddess twirls around like a ballerina as I grasp his hand, and leaving the kitchen, I follow after him upstairs to my bedroom.
Saturday, June 28, 2013
9:33 a.m
I wake to the sound of chirping birds and the busy sounds of San Francisco. I'm too warm and wrapped around a naked Felix Kjellberg. He's fast asleep and holding me close to him. Morning light filters through the curtains. My head is resting on his chest, my legs tangled with his, and my arm is across his stomach.
I slowly raise my head, but he doesn't stir. He looks so young and relaxed in sleep and he's mine.
Hmm... Reaching up, I cautiously stroke his chest with small touches, and run my fingertips through the small dusting of chest hair. It's soft. I trail my fingertips down his stomach and below his navel, but he doesn't wake. I almost can't believe it. He's really mine. Leaning over, I place a soft and gentle kiss on one of his scars. He moans softly but doesn't wake, and I smile. I kiss another one on his midsection and his eyes open.
"Hi." I grin at him, guiltily.
"Hi yourself," he answers warily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just looking at you," I say innocently, as I run my fingers towards his happy trail.
He captures my hand, then smiles his brilliant care-free PewDiePie smile, and I relax. My secret touching remains secret.
Oh...won't you ever let me touch you?
Suddenly he moves on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, his hands holding my arms at my side, warning me. He strokes his nose against mine.
"I think you're up to no good and being naughty, Miss Callahan," he accuses, but his playful smile remains.
I grin widely. "I like being naughty and up to no good near you."
"You do?" he asks and kisses me softly on the lips.
I nod and bite my bottom lip.
"Well then, shall we continue what we were doing last night?"
He glances over at the bedside table and following his gaze, we both see the can of whip cream sitting there. He reaches over and takes the can, then looks down at me, grinning ever so cutely.
"Felix, it's probably no good anymore," I say. "It's been out of the fridge all night."
"Then let's see if it's still good," he says as he holds the can above his mouth and squirts the cream into his mouth. He licks his lips. "Mmm, still good."
With a mischievous grin, he begins squirting a dollop of whip cream onto my nipple, making me squeal in delight as I wriggle beneath him.
He chuckles. "Still cold, huh?" he asks, as he repeats the process on my other nipple.
I giggle at his playful mood. He leans down and licks the whip cream on my nipple, his tongue warm and sending shivers through my body.
"Sex first or breakfast?" he asks, his blue eyes filled with lust but full of humor.
His erection is digging into my hip, and I tilt my pelvis up to meet him.
"Good choice," he murmurs against my throat, as he trails kisses down to my breasts.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, he sinks down into me...
I stand at my closet door, staring at myself in the full length mirror. I'm only wearing my pale blue bra and matching panties. The blue eyed, pale faced girl stares back at me, her jet black hair reaching down past her belly. Felix, freshly showered, is dressing behind me. His back is turned to me as I gaze at his body hungrily in the reflection of the mirror.
"How often do you work out?" I ask as I reach for my hairbrush.
"Four times a week," he says.
"What do you do?"
"Well I go for a run, or I jog, and the occasional kickboxing." He shrugs.
I raise an eyebrow. "Kickboxing?"
"Yeah, another YouTuber, his name is Marcus Butler. He lives over in the UK and every once in while he stays here in California on vacation and we kickbox together. He's very good for someone his age. You'd like him."
I turn and gaze at him as he pulls on one of his brofist t-shirts.
"What do you mean, I'd like him?"
"You would like him as a trainer. Plus, he's a cool guy to collab with. Have you ever seen his videos?"
I shake my head.
"Oh, right, I forgot, you don't know anything about YouTube," he says, smirking at me. "Look him up later."
I nod. "But why would I need a trainer? I have you to keep me fit."
He strolls over to me and wraps his arms around with his head resting on my shoulder, his sky blue eyes meeting my bright blue ones in the mirror.
"But I need you fit and healthy, baby. I mean, just look at you, you're too skinny." He holds out both of my arms. "Look, spaghetti arms. Girl, you need to work out more and get some muscles. I'll need you to keep up for what I have in mind."
I blush bright pink as memories of the playroom come to my mind. Yeah, the Red Room of Pain is exhausting. Will he ever let me go back in there? Do I even want to go back in there?
Yes, of course you do! My inner goddess screams at me.
I stare into his mesmerizing blue eyes.
"You know you want to," he whispers huskily as his warm hands rest on my belly.
I flush, and the thought that Marzia was able to keep up with Felix appears uninvited and unwelcome into my mind. I frown.
"What's the matter?" he asks, concerned.
I shake my head. "Nothing. But ok, I'll meet Marcus."
"Really?" Felix's face lights up with pure delight. His expression makes me smile.
"Yes, if it makes you happy, I will," I say sweetly.
He tightens his arms around me and kisses my cheek. "It makes me very happy," he whispers.
He let's go of me and I resume brushing my hair.
"Here," he says softly. "Let me do it."
I reluctantly give him my hairbrush and he begins to softly brush out each strand of hair.
I grin at him in the mirror. "Done this before?"
He nods. "All the time."
We're both silent as he continues to brush my hair, and after he's finished, he smiles and runs his fingers through my hair.
"So what would you like to do today?" he asks.
I shrug. "I don't know, I was thinking I could get a haircut."
Felix raises his eyebrows. "Why?
"It's gotten really long. Plus, as the Dominant, don't you usually take your subs to a beauty salon?"
He nods. "True," he agrees. "Okay, then it's a day at the salon then. Get dressed, and I'll take you out to breakfast first."
Kissing me on the cheek, he turns and leaves the room, and I scurry into my bathroom to get dressed.
"I'll get this," I say as I pick up the bill for breakfast before Felix does.
He frowns.
"You have to be quick around here, Mr. Kjellberg."
"Gee, Miss Callahan, you're right, I do," he says sarcastically, but I think he's teasing.
"Oh, don't be so pouty, Felix. I'd like to pay for breakfast this time. I can afford" -I look down at the check- "seventeen dollars and forty-three cents."
"Thank you," he mumbles as I set the money on the table and sign the bill.
"So, where to now?" I ask.
"You really want a hair cut?"
"Yes, just look at it. It's almost down to my ass."
He chuckles. "But you look so beautiful with long hair."
I blush and stare down at my fingers.
"Hey," Felix says softly. He reaches over and grasps my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes.
And I feel it, the pull of electricity that always draws us together. My blood sings through my veins from the contact of his fingers. Will he always have this affect on me?
"Don't be so shy when someone compliments you," he says. "You're a very beautiful young girl, and you'll still look lovely with short or long hair."
I give him a small smile
"Come, let's go." Felix stands, altogether ending that topic of conversation as he holds out his hand for me. As I take it, he tightens his fingers around mine.
I follow behind him out of the restaurant, and we walk down the street. It's a lovely, warm morning. The sun is shining, and the air of San Francisco smells of fresh brewed coffee.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"I know of a great salon not far from here," he says.
"Oh."
We walk for three blocks and as the streets of San Francisco get more busy, I begin to notice that people are stopping and staring as they recognize Felix. I hear a few teenage girls fangirling and calling his name from somewhere across the street. Felix stops and smiles as two young girls of about fourteen and fifteen approach us. Oh boy, here we go. My inner goddess rolls her eyes.
"Oh my God, PewDiePie, you are like, our favorite YouTuber," the red haired girl exclaims gleefully.
The curly blonde haired girl next to her smiles, showing off a mouth full of braces.
Holy crap, is this for real? My subconscious is just as confused as me.
"It's always great to meet a bro," Felix says.
The two girls begin to giggle rather obnoxiously.
"Could we get a picture with you?" braces girl says.
Felix smiles sweetly. "Sure bro."
The red haired girl digs around in her knapsack and a moment later she retrieves her iPhone.
"Can you take our picture?" she asks me.
I smile. "Sure."
As the girls pose and smile with Felix, I hold up the phone so it focuses on them and as it does, I take the picture. The camera goes off with a click and I hand the phone back to the red haired girl.
"Thanks so much, PewDie, you're so awesome!" braces girl grins ecstatically.
"Fabulously awesome," he corrects, and both girls giggle once more. "Well, we'd love to stay and chat, but we must get going."
The red haired girl frowns. "Awww, do you really have to go?"
Felix nods and holds out his hand in the fist bump gesture. "Brofist."
The girls smile and return the brofist. Waving goodbye, they both turn and head back to the other side of the street, giggling and squealing as they approach their group of friends.
I turn and grin at Felix. "That went pretty well, don't you think?"
He sighs. "Yeah," he says softly. He holds out his hand to me. "Come."
Taking his hand in mine, we continue walking for another block, until finally we stop in front of a salon called Zip Zap.
(Fun fact: Zip Zap is also a real salon in San Francisco and once again I don't even live in California. *cries in the corner*) ;-D
He opens the door for me. Inside, the walls and ceiling are a sparkly gold color with wood floors and black leather furniture. At the reception desk sits a young woman with short back hair in a white blouse. She glances up as we enter, but as her gaze falls on Felix, her mouth drops open.
"Felix?"
Felix does a double take. "Melanie?"
They know each other? How? Wait...
"You work here?" Felix asks.
Melanie blushes. "Y-Yeah," she stutters. "I started about six months ago. What are you here for?"
He nervously glances at me. "Elizabeth?"
I blush and glance at Melanie, who is looking just as nervous and flustered as me.
"I'd like a haircut," I say.
"Certainly, miss," she says, her voice sounding rather nervous
Melanie checks something on her laptop, then smiles.
"Alejandro's free in ten minutes," she says.
Felix nods. "Great."
I am trying to comprehend this. Felix and Melanie know each other. Holy crap, is she one of his ex subs? I peek up at the Swedish man, and suddenly his eyes widen. Something has caught his eye, and turning to where he's looking at the back of the salon is a tall blonde woman who has appeared, closing a door behind her. The woman is lovely and has an expensive taste in clothing. She looks to be in her late thirties or forties. She looks stunning for her age. Her hair shines with shades of light gray. As she turns, she catches sight of Felix and smiles at him.
"Elizabeth, I'll be right back," Felix mumbles quickly.
He speed walks through the salon, past the hair stylists, past the chairs with the sinks, and over to her, too far away for me to hear what they are saying. The beautiful blonde woman greets him with obvious surprise as if they're old friends who haven't seen each other in so long. She kisses Felix on both cheeks, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"Miss Elizabeth?" Melanie says, trying to get my attention.
"Yeah, hang on a moment, please," I murmur as I watch Felix talk with the unknown blonde woman.
The woman turns and looks over at me, and gives me the same dazzling smile as if she knew me. I smile back.
Felix looks upset about something, like he's uncomfortable. He's reasoning with her and all she's doing is smiling and nodding her head while holding her hands together. Suddenly my smile fades as the room temperature seems to drop from the tension that I feel radiating from across the salon, then it hits me like Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball, and I know, deep down in my gut, who the woman is. It's her.
Holy shit...
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Ooooooh, can anyone guess who the 2nd mysterious woman is? ;)
***And just to be clear, this fanfic is still NOT REAL and Marzia's backstory is NOT REAL. I have nothing against Marzia, I think she's a lovely, beautiful young girl, but her voice is kinda annoying, and no I'm not trying to be mean. So, new guest readers and new site users, please keep your negative reviews to your damn self or you'll be feeling my wrath. Thank you and I'll see you all in the next chapter, my lovely readers. :)
~ViceCityfan1986
