Chapter Two;; Life Goes On.
"Derrick! Wait up! Derrick's running too fast! Umiko cant catch up!"
"Come on Umiko! Run faster! Come catch me..!"
"Umiko got Derrick! Hehe..."
"Yes you did Umiko...you got me..."
"Umiko loves Derrick...so very much."
"I love you too Umiko, more than the ocean itself that consumes you're every being. Now and forever...you are what holds my soul..."
"Derrick..."
"Umiko..."
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"Mr. Lenne? Mr. Lenne are you there?"
Another loud knock rattled on Derrick's door; the construction planner was scheduled to meet him at 9 am. Of course, Derrick had drunkin himself into a coma the night before. The short, stubby, bald man grey angerier by the minute. He was beginning to think this whole planned meeting was a joke and turned to leave. The door swung open to reveal a quite disheaved, unshaved Derrick. He had thrown on a collared, button up shirt and a pair of nice business pants. His shirt was untucked, his tie undone, his hair unbrushed; clearly he had just woken up.
"Mr. Lenne. You planned this meeting here at you're house today at 9 am, its nearly 10!"
Derrick sighed, rubbing his temples and nodding his head, "Yes Yes Mr. Crigenski. Forgive me, please come in." He moved out of the way and smiled alittle allowing the shorter, more pudgier man to walk through the door. The annoyed man looked like he was contemplating leaving or staying. Finally he stepped forward and entered the cabin. He said nothing about the pig sty but nis nostrals flared in anger and disgust. He sat down at the dining room table and opened a large piece of blue paper, obviously a blue print.
"So yes, Mr. Lenne, these plans you have are extrodinary. Seven rooms you say? A bathroom in each room? Mr. Lenne do you know how much that'll cost?"
Derrick shook his head and ran his fingers through his unbrushed, messy hair. He eyed the man with warning crimson optics, "Money is not an obstical Mr. Crigenski. You just get the people to work on my house, I want it finished in a time of three months."
"Three months! Mr. Lenne, why thats close to impossible! The plans you have, the exterior, the interior! Its extrodinar! Magnificent, but this kind of house, expecially a house of four stories including a basement and attic will take up to nearly a year!"
A deathly, low, menacing growl ran throughout the area of Derrick's home. He lowered himself to be eyelevel with the man and bared his extending fangs, "Mr. Crigenski, I dont care what you have to do; get me you're best damn workers if you have to! I want this house done in three months! Do you hear me!? I'll pay double the damn price for everything! Get on it!"
The man stuttered as he folded the papers back up, scrambling himself to the door. He didnt glance once back at Derrick as he left his cabin. Derrick sat back in his chair and sighed, shaking his head. If he planned to get this paid...he had to go back to work. If they'll even accept me back.. He trugged his way upstaires to take a shower and clean himself up. Entering his bathroom he looked around with sorrowful, seeming lifeless, bleeding gaze.
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"I love you Umiko...let me make love to you..."
"D-Derrick...right...here i-in the bathroom...?"
"In the tub, bathroom, on the floor, out in public Umiko I wouldnt care! My love for you is just that great..."
"Oh Derrick...ok.."
"D-Derrick wait..."
"Umiko...hush now and kiss me...there are no words needed right now, just actions. Speak to me through you're body...My Love..."
"Hnnn...Derrick..."
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He clenched his fists and turned his stare away from the bathtub. Everything had so many painful memories here...and thats why he had to start over. He was building a new home for himself..the home Umiko and himself would have dreamed for. The one he promised her. He turned his gaze back to the bathtub and shook his head, tightening his lips in a firm stare. He had to move on and that was it... He undressed and slowly stepped into the tub. Images of their love making still fresh in his mind he tried to enjoy his shower without thoughts of her.
When finished with his shower he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He blinked and gave his stomach a pat. He had grown some weight. I'll have to fix that... He sighed and wiped his foggy mirror off and began to shave his face clear of any bristles or any facial hair at all. Once finished he smirked devilously. There we go... He cleared his throat and walked from the bathroom, leaving the door open to air the space out from the steam. He went into his room and quickly dried, dressing himself in a nice clean suit. It matched his raven locks, and his tie matched his bleeding spheres. He slipped on his shoes and stood up.
He walked downstaires and shook his head. I've got to clean this place up... About four in a half hours later Derrick had finally cleaned the place up. Which resulted in another shower, another suit, and another few hours set back. By the time he was finally ready to go to work and beg for his job back, it was nearly 5 o' clock.
"Dammit, thats a bad start... If I want a job back, I need to go bright and early to impress them. Ah, oh well. They know me."
He was dressed in another suit just like the last, same colors and all. He headed out the door after grabbing his black suit case and got in his car. Moments later he pulled into the parking lot of the village's Health Clinic. He stepped from his car, locked it, and tightened his tie; clearing his throat. He walked through the double doors and made his way to the front office; knocking.
"Dr. Robownii? May I speak with you?"
A tall, brown, leather chair turned to reveal a tall, elegant looking, yet elderly looking man. He had nice, kind, calm features; dark eyes, and dark hair; obviously italian. He nodded his head and motioned his hand for Derrick to come in and shut the door.
"Ah, so Mr. Lenne, what brings you back here?"
The man twiddled his fingers against themselves as he eyed Derrick curiously, seeing through him seemingly. Derrick sat down in the chair across from the desk the man sat behind. He cleared his throat and nodded his head, setting his suit case back down on his lap.
"As you know Dr. Robownii I've been going through some difficult times-"
"Derrick, hardly, you and you're partner split up. That is hardly a difficult time. You made it difficult in allowing yourself to sercum to alcoholism as the answer. If you are asking for you're job back... that will take some time to think."
Derrick lowered his gaze and nodded. He inhaled a deep...deep breath and stood up. He reached a hand over and firmly shook the man's hand and thanking him before turning and walking out. He understood completely that he wasnt just going to be taken right back. There were many of young men out there trying to make their living into a Doctor and there arent many spots open in the field he had chosen as his career. So basically..I'm back at square one. He shook his head, pulling into his drive way and getting out of his car.
He nearly fell over, leaning to the side of the car for support. Shaking the dizziness from his head he gazed up at the blazing sun. It had been so long since he had fed last...fatigue was setting in. I guess its feeding time...There is only one person...Racheal. He entered his home to prepair his hunt...