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Thank you for interviewing godavari. Pleased to know you like this.
Friends of Old
She had a bad feeling about all of this and for a second she thought all the light was gone from the world. When Konstantin pulled over to the parking lot of the museum she felt like the doom was approaching. From where did these feelings come from? She stepped out of the car as soon as it had stopped moving. Konstantin sat a little while longer like he was afraid of finding out something he already thought was true. Slowly he opened the car door and stepped outside not noticing Lara looking at him slightly worried. She could've swore that the man's world had come to an end. He walked to the museum doors not looking around as if he was the only person in existence. He didn't care about the tooting of the car horns but walked forward like an invisible beam or the song of the sirenes was luring him.
He opened the museum door and walked inside. Behind the information desk stood an olderly man with long grayish hair and symphathetic eyes. Lara could see the years hidden in his eyes. They were soft and understanding but also broken as if they had suffered too much pain during their existence. The man fingered some cards nervously and laid them down as soon as he knew he wasn't alone. He raised his eyes to meet Konstantin's who was standing almost right in front of him. The man stared awhile and Lara noticed a new look taking over his eyes. All the pain was swiped away and everything that was left was terror and despair. His face went almost as white as a sheet. There was a battle inside of him. A battle caused by memories and knowledge of the death of the man who now stood there looking a little older and weaker but still the same. Konstantin's eyes had lost almost all the power they once held, almost all the willpower once stored in them.
"Konstantin...", the man began hesitantly unable to tear of his gaze.
"Wolfgang", Konstantin greeted as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't 'died' some years ago. In his world it had never happened. The shocking stop that had emerged in the lives of those people who knew him and cared about him hadn't touched him the same way. To him it had been the gateway to slavery and the time when humiliation began. He sighed. Lara had told him the little she knew about the situation. Hearing about his own funeral had shocked him. What really lay in the grave? What was buried that day? They couldn't possible have buried an empty coffin. It would've been too light. There had to be something inside. The idea made him feel sick. Thinking about all the people he had known mourning for something that was in his grave gave him shivers. How could he tell them all that those years they had thought him dead he had been captured and caged like an animal?
Wofgang kept staring at Konstantin obviously not wanting to believe he stood right there. Carefully he reached out his hand and touched Konstantin's sleeve. His hand didn't go through the fabric and the flesh. Whatever stood in front of him was alive. He felt the warmth radiating from Konstantin's flesh. Something dead couldn't be that warm. Something dead wouldn't be warm at all. He stepped away from behind the information desk and before Konstantin could do anything he noticed hands wripped around his torso squeezing him tight. Konstantin wrapped his hands around Wolfgang. Something wet began to spread on the fabric of his shirt. Tears. Tears for him. He kept the shaking and crying figure of Wolfgang in his arms offering him the small comfort that was his to give.
Lara watched in silence. Somehow what happened with Wolfgang made Konstantin seem more human. Perhaps there was some light in the end of the tunnel after all. Something as small as tears had triggered something inside the man that had seemed to Lara to be a stone carving more than a living and breathing creature.
As soon as Wolfgang was able to control the situation little better he stepped away and looked at Konstantin like it was the first time he understood the man was real. He remembered the cards on his table and the dreadful message written on them. Voices he Wolfgang had never heard telling him how sorry they were. In front of him now stood a man who needed to know. A man whose voice was more real than anyone's on the cards.
"I know why you're here", The German man started. The voice was almost as silent as a whisper and he had to fight to be able to say the words.
"You do?" Konstantin seemed to be fully surprised. Did Wolfgang really know about the scales and Karel? Was he Karel? No...that couldn't be. The Nephilim were good actors but he didn't know if they had an ability to cry. To Karel it would just be a sign of weakness. He looked at the German man whose face where still white and eyes red from crying. No...the Nephilim didn't have enough soul to cry. "Nikolas?"
Wolfgang could only nod. He walked back to the desk and picked up the cards he had been looking at. He flipped them through absent-mindedly and handed them to Konstantin without looking at him. It didn't take him to realize what the cards were. Dozens of people had sent their regards regarding the death of Nikolas Kaufmann, the only cousin of Wolgang Koch. Konstantin felt his fingers clinging to one of the card; it seemed that the card was from someone religious. There was a cross and a little poem about death and meeting one's God. Little did these people know. For a long time Konstantin had believed that there was no God to go to. His eyes were fixated to the date which had passed several months ago. One of his dearest friend had left the earth and he hadn't got a chance to say goodbye. What else had changed during the years of his captivation?
"How?", was the only thing he managed to ask.
Wolfgang didn't say a thing for a long time. He stood there fingering one of the cards like it could bring his dead cousin back to life.
"It happened one day he left from work", Wofgang tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably. "All...because...of...a...bloody...wallet"
"Where was he buried?", Konstantin asked. His voice was shaking too and if Lara saw correctly there was a tear in the corner of his eye.
"St.Johannis Cemetery" was the only answer they got.
Thank you for interviewing godavari. Pleased to know you like this.
Friends of Old
She had a bad feeling about all of this and for a second she thought all the light was gone from the world. When Konstantin pulled over to the parking lot of the museum she felt like the doom was approaching. From where did these feelings come from? She stepped out of the car as soon as it had stopped moving. Konstantin sat a little while longer like he was afraid of finding out something he already thought was true. Slowly he opened the car door and stepped outside not noticing Lara looking at him slightly worried. She could've swore that the man's world had come to an end. He walked to the museum doors not looking around as if he was the only person in existence. He didn't care about the tooting of the car horns but walked forward like an invisible beam or the song of the sirenes was luring him.
He opened the museum door and walked inside. Behind the information desk stood an olderly man with long grayish hair and symphathetic eyes. Lara could see the years hidden in his eyes. They were soft and understanding but also broken as if they had suffered too much pain during their existence. The man fingered some cards nervously and laid them down as soon as he knew he wasn't alone. He raised his eyes to meet Konstantin's who was standing almost right in front of him. The man stared awhile and Lara noticed a new look taking over his eyes. All the pain was swiped away and everything that was left was terror and despair. His face went almost as white as a sheet. There was a battle inside of him. A battle caused by memories and knowledge of the death of the man who now stood there looking a little older and weaker but still the same. Konstantin's eyes had lost almost all the power they once held, almost all the willpower once stored in them.
"Konstantin...", the man began hesitantly unable to tear of his gaze.
"Wolfgang", Konstantin greeted as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't 'died' some years ago. In his world it had never happened. The shocking stop that had emerged in the lives of those people who knew him and cared about him hadn't touched him the same way. To him it had been the gateway to slavery and the time when humiliation began. He sighed. Lara had told him the little she knew about the situation. Hearing about his own funeral had shocked him. What really lay in the grave? What was buried that day? They couldn't possible have buried an empty coffin. It would've been too light. There had to be something inside. The idea made him feel sick. Thinking about all the people he had known mourning for something that was in his grave gave him shivers. How could he tell them all that those years they had thought him dead he had been captured and caged like an animal?
Wofgang kept staring at Konstantin obviously not wanting to believe he stood right there. Carefully he reached out his hand and touched Konstantin's sleeve. His hand didn't go through the fabric and the flesh. Whatever stood in front of him was alive. He felt the warmth radiating from Konstantin's flesh. Something dead couldn't be that warm. Something dead wouldn't be warm at all. He stepped away from behind the information desk and before Konstantin could do anything he noticed hands wripped around his torso squeezing him tight. Konstantin wrapped his hands around Wolfgang. Something wet began to spread on the fabric of his shirt. Tears. Tears for him. He kept the shaking and crying figure of Wolfgang in his arms offering him the small comfort that was his to give.
Lara watched in silence. Somehow what happened with Wolfgang made Konstantin seem more human. Perhaps there was some light in the end of the tunnel after all. Something as small as tears had triggered something inside the man that had seemed to Lara to be a stone carving more than a living and breathing creature.
As soon as Wolfgang was able to control the situation little better he stepped away and looked at Konstantin like it was the first time he understood the man was real. He remembered the cards on his table and the dreadful message written on them. Voices he Wolfgang had never heard telling him how sorry they were. In front of him now stood a man who needed to know. A man whose voice was more real than anyone's on the cards.
"I know why you're here", The German man started. The voice was almost as silent as a whisper and he had to fight to be able to say the words.
"You do?" Konstantin seemed to be fully surprised. Did Wolfgang really know about the scales and Karel? Was he Karel? No...that couldn't be. The Nephilim were good actors but he didn't know if they had an ability to cry. To Karel it would just be a sign of weakness. He looked at the German man whose face where still white and eyes red from crying. No...the Nephilim didn't have enough soul to cry. "Nikolas?"
Wolfgang could only nod. He walked back to the desk and picked up the cards he had been looking at. He flipped them through absent-mindedly and handed them to Konstantin without looking at him. It didn't take him to realize what the cards were. Dozens of people had sent their regards regarding the death of Nikolas Kaufmann, the only cousin of Wolgang Koch. Konstantin felt his fingers clinging to one of the card; it seemed that the card was from someone religious. There was a cross and a little poem about death and meeting one's God. Little did these people know. For a long time Konstantin had believed that there was no God to go to. His eyes were fixated to the date which had passed several months ago. One of his dearest friend had left the earth and he hadn't got a chance to say goodbye. What else had changed during the years of his captivation?
"How?", was the only thing he managed to ask.
Wolfgang didn't say a thing for a long time. He stood there fingering one of the cards like it could bring his dead cousin back to life.
"It happened one day he left from work", Wofgang tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably. "All...because...of...a...bloody...wallet"
"Where was he buried?", Konstantin asked. His voice was shaking too and if Lara saw correctly there was a tear in the corner of his eye.
"St.Johannis Cemetery" was the only answer they got.