Devil's Whore

1.

When James decided, he would return back to London, he knew from the first moment, that nothing that awaits him would be easy. Nothing. No matter whom he was about to meet, problems and troubles would follow him like his ghosts from the past. Like his demons inside his head, neverending voices coming and going. There were things from his past, that he perhaps wanted to deal with. But was it even possible? How much he would make life of his half sister easier, if he didn't appear. And yet there he was, dead man walking. Was it love that brought him back or some kind of a revenge towards her? Could he speak about love, when he wished to see her breaking?

Standing in the docks in front of a Helga, he went from amusement to insanity, when he enter to building, that belonged to his family. The horendous smell was the last thing, that bothered him. Helga's neverending persuading was something, that got on his nerves.

"You have two hours to leave this place," he spoke in low slightly annoyed voice and looked around properly. And she spoke again. Me and sense, foolish woman, he growled into her face. Taking a step back, his eyes suddenly fell on a woman, who was standing with a bucket and cloth and observed him. He would say, she was studying him. One of many, but there was something special about her. Others slowly or quickly started to leave the place and she stood there and without a blink looked him in the eyes. Are you even here or are a ghost long forgotten coming to remind me any of my mistakes? he asked himself, looking into her icy blue eyes.

The girl stood there with one breath, looking at the man, who she first saw in her life. James could tell that human or vision, she was young and beautiful. Her eyes open in attention looking at him. He walked inside and from what she heard, he's the owner of the place. But his presence made her heart beat fast, even though she couldn't understand still the reason. It wasn't fear surely, although he looked like someone that could cause a lot of harm, if he wanted. She just stood there captivated unable to take her eyes away.

And James was startled. Even in a moment, when his eyes wore more madness than sanity, even in a moment, when Helga's eyes were filled with fear, woman's eyes were fearlessly pinned to him. I will blink once and she will disapper, he told himself and closed his eyes. It is just an ilusion, he tried to persuade himself and opened his eyes with gaze aiming to the same place. "She's real," he whispered.

The girl finally took a breath, when she heard him talking again. Like life and blood ran inside her again. She blinked several times confused, when she realised his words. Wasn't she obviously standing there and he was looking at her?

Turning his eyes away, James looked at Helga again. She noticed his stare, it was something, that couldn't be unseen. James wanted to ask, who was she. Was she a whore? No, couldn't be, she was way too clean, way too beautiful. Yes, in front of his consciousness he had to admit, she was beautiful. Too beautiful for a place like this. For this place, for this shitty city. "Two hours," he finally said again to Helga.

As he left the place the girl stalked his heavy steps with her eyes, until he slammed the door and left. Finding her voice she turned her gaze at Helga and swallowed hard. "Who was he?" She asked her.

"Pain in my ass," she snapped angrily. "Everybody listen to me!" She shouted. "Ya heard the man, fuck off, all of ya!" She yelled. She couldn't scream her anger on James, so she screamed it at customers, throwing at one, who couldn't button up his pants quickly a glass with wine. "Fuck you, Delaney," she growled. "I need to find new place."

Mary seeing her out of mood decided not to be hot on heels to ask her more that moment about that mysterious man. She started to clean the corner again and finished her work. Helga was fuming out of anger. Of course she'd loose many costumers from this. "Where was he all this time?" She asked after a while, trying to be casual.