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Doris
Doris knew she was in trouble.
The wolf owning the forests around the city had called her to court to sue her for polluting the forests with cigarettes and plastic.
She read the letter from the court twice.
The paper was heavier than most of the advertising mail she got in the postbox.
Heck even her spiral blocks for school used thinner paper.
Doris’ first thought had been: Scam.
Like so much other advertising. But the official stamp over the signature told her otherwise.
The white painted walls around Doris were less virgin than she wished to be.
Doris still stood on the handcrafted carpet with the delicate flowers her mother had handcrafted. Her mother deemed it a perfect welcome sign in the hallway of her parents house. Last week she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday in the castle ruin at the border of the forest. She had asked for permission and got it. With a satisfied grin Doris remembered the jealous glances of her classmates who didn’t get the permission.
The castle ruin was a coveted place for eighteenth birthdays. It had it all: The air of abandonment, so nobody cared if something broke. Who would realize another part of an already broken stone missing? Nobody, right?
Best of all, the ruin was near enough to walk to it comfortably within a hour. And it was far enough away to hear music loud and celebrate some real party.
Sadly her dream of being seduced by her longtime boyfriend Ben didn’t come true that night. And it didn’t in any other night ever since.
Vividly Doris remembered her birthday party night.
It was full moon.
The ruin gave a perfect background for telling each other horror stories about werewolves and vampires hunting in the forests.
The wood fire had crackled in the middle, sending always changing shadows around them. The yellow flames were hypnotizing and warm.
While they waited for their vegetables, sausages and stick bread to finish. They told tales in turns around the fire. She remembered Lara telling a ghost tale even Doris didn’t know before. Something about a wolf walking through the castle ruin every full moon, checking the ruin still was empty.
Pleasant creeps had run down Doris’ spine multiple times during all the story telling. Especially at Lara’s story.
Doris had looked around all night for said ghost. Yet she hadn’t seen him. Sure a ghost story with no real core.
Reading about mystical creatures was Doris’ favorite genre. Combined with fantasy she felt at home. That had been the very reason she chose the castle ruin for her birthday party.
Not the fact that everyone wanted to party there to make stupid things out of their parents sight.
The fact that her mother had connections with the traditions club might have turned the scale to get the coveted permission.
Maybe her interest in technology and her exemplary good grades in school helped too.
Doris loved everything technical. Living near Stuttgart and Sindelfingen was a real luck to her with all the car companies and many suppliers around the area. She loved to walk the museums and join each girls’ day event she could to experiment and learn more about how machines worked.
Doris grinned. She remembered very well, that when everyone was full and satisfied, they let the fire burn down.
Her friends went home in groups of two or more until only Doris and Ben had remained to guard the dying embers.
Even her best friend Lara had waved good-bye earlier. It was as if she had known Doris wanted this night with Ben.
The forest had been quiet. Yet she had felt watched. Not in a cold and creepy way, but in a warm and loving way.
It was long after midnight. The condom in her trousers had felt hot.
And finally Ben had turned towards her.
“Happy birthday”. Ben whispered before he had kissed her on her lips. Doris still felt the tingling sensation on her lips from Ben’s first kiss.
He, being two years older than herself, always told her to wait until she came of age. And she had waited.
Impatient!
Well not that much. She had lots of things to do and little leisure time. But the miraculous stories told by her classmates about how fantastic kissing and having sex was, got her.
Sadly the kiss wasn’t as hot as Doris had anticipated.
She caressed her lower lip with her index and middle finger.
The kiss from Ben had felt warm, yet wrong. His lips hat been soft and fit at hers, like they should in her imagination.
Later Doris had counted this feeling as the sensation of the new experience in kissing.
Doris thought back at Ben’s smell: Too much sweat and cigarettes. He had tasted like she was licking on an ashtray.
Doris shuddered.
Her stomach instantly growled again.
Doris forced down the urge to vomit into the hall of her parents house. They would be furious if she ruined the carpet with the flower pattern, her mother had handcrafted.
She shuddered again from the memory how she threw up on Ben.
Doris knew perfectly well, that she was innocent.
Why the fuck had Ben fumed so many cigarettes? Why hadn’t he showered for her birthday?
Doris had stopped anything else due to the stinking smell. She couldn’t smell Ben anymore.
Ben had been furious. He had stormed home, covered in Doris’ throw up without another word. He had left her back alone in the night, only lit by the moon and some sparkling remainders of the dying embers.
Doris clenched her fists.
The paper in her hand crumbled and rustled, turning her attention back to the present.
Doris flattened the paper.
Sadly the message hadn’t vanished like her birthday wish.
The judge expected her in court four weeks from now on Friday morning.
Doris already heard the gossip of her classmates when they found out why she wouldn’t be in school that day.
With no idea what to do next, Doris opened the lacework from her brown, favorite low shoe and slipped out of them. Her curly brown hair fell into her face when she bent down.
Doris shoved her curls back and straightened again.
Holding the letter between her teeth, she undressed her light, blue summer jacket and hung it next to her parents jackets in the wardrobe.
Going back to normal, finishing her submission for the confederate contest of mathematics, didn’t thrill her.
“DORIS MARGARITE WEIDNER!” Her mothers voice shouted through the house. She sounded furious.
Doris could tell from the volume, her mother was still in the hall. Being called by her full birth name was always a bad sign.
Doris thought at the letter from court she hid in the lower drawer of her desk. Her mother couldn’t know about it, could she?
Cold fear run down her spine.
Her mother was the only person who wasn’t impressed by her grades. Either Doris obeyed or was scolded. Even her father was more impressed by her technical skills.
“GET HERE! NOW!”, shouted her mother.
Doris stared down on her inky fingers. She still hold her pen in her left hand, writing her homework down on the checkered writing pad. Boring French! Usually she would have done it the next morning in the break before class.
Not today.
The letter caught her wrong feet. She didn’t want to do her contest submission, neither did she want to go out, meeting Lara and her other friends.
Doris remembered Lara’s disappointment on the phone. They had planned to do homework together.
The light brown tabletop of Doris’ desk was littered with colorful pencils. She loved to color the geometric figures, just for fun.
Carefully Doris put the lid on her pen and placed it on her notepad.
She got up from her sitting ball and shuffled in her house shoes to the light brown wood door with the metallic door handle.
When Doris stretched out her hand to open the door, it was pushed towards her.
Achim
Achim read the copy of the court letter with satisfaction.
His complaint at the police had been successful. The attorney would hold the little girl accountable for polluting the broken, moss-covered stone and half standing walls of the main building and one tower.
Between the high, stone build walls, still showcasing masonry craft from centuries ago, he felt at ease. The fresh green grass on the ground was soft, and the stones were partly cool, partly wonderfully warm. Dependent on if the sun shone on them.
The stairs leading up to the middle of the still standing tower side ended at a window at about the height of the oak treetop that grew in the yard of the castle center.
Wolfram loved to lay there on moss covered stones and enjoy the sunlight on his naked skin. By night, he often came back as a wolf to sing to the moon.
But now, it was a bright, sunny day. The leaves of the oak danced in the wind. He could easily touch them and pick one to play with it, watching it dance through the air down to the juicy green grass ground farther down the yard. It landed on the black fireplace which was now empty and cleaned.
The castle ruin was Achims favorite place in the forest. He came here whenever he had nothing else to do.
Thanks to his brother Wolfram getting married recently, Achim had a lot of free time at the moment.
Achim was happy for his brother being so lucky to find a wife at the darkest day in their life. The day their father had been slaughtered by a wild dog.
Achim still felt the whole inside himself. He often thought about his father, who showed him the forest. He had learned the history of the castle from his father and got the duty to guard it.
Achim knew, the youth of the next city loved the castle ruin to celebrate. He understood their need for some privacy. He got it in the ruin himself. And usually they took their garbage back home with them.
But the last party people didn’t clean up. The least they did, was killing the fire.
He had watched them. Listened to them half of the night while waiting to get his castle back.
The fire had showed him the host. A girl called Doris. Her face was bright and framed from chestnut brown curls. He had watched her silently from his place high above them.
What Achim hadn’t liked was the guy kissing her. She was worth more than an inexperienced guy treating her badly by leaving her back alone to make sure the fire got killed.
Achim still felt the urge to hit that guy and teach him manners. Yet he filed his complaint at the many forgotten paper dishes and crumbled aluminum foil and plastic packaging the group had left behind.
Finding the polluter had been easy to Achim. The humans needed a formal approval for staying in the forest during the night. The local traditions club gave those permissions. And grandma was one of the leading woman of the club.
Achim grinned and stuffed the letter into his brown leather bag that laid next to him.
Then he stretched his naked body in the sun onto the warm granite stone. One foot hung lazily over the edge, swinging softly in the air.
The castle had been build by his ancestors who settled down at the brink of the Schönbuch forest hundreds of years ago.
The forest provided for great hunting festivals. It offered a lot of space to roam after shifting to wolves too. They did roam the forest during the night to keep their changing nature a secret.
Humans weren’t fond with wolf men around them. They hated and hunted everything not fitting into their little world view. Gladly times had changed.
But not that much.
The pack left the castle and many family members lived in the cities and villages surrounding the forest. Yet they still kept their secret.
Achim thought about his sister-in-law. Lea was a born human that became a wolf woman.
He let his dreams run wild since the completed change. More options to find a wife for himself. A mate he truly loved. No longer being restricted to the females in the family, if he wanted to stay with his wolf side.
Achim thought about his cousin Georg who married a human woman. He was forbidden to father children. And he could only rarely change and run as a wolf, because his wife knew nothing of his other side. He dreamed about the chestnut curls around the round face, lit by the fire. He’d love to gift to that young woman the jewelry his ancestors traded against local goods.
The castle was build next to an old trade route. Luxury goods were easy to come by during the old days.
In the new days, the railroad passed by, stopping in the neighboring city. Sadly the new goods were useless cars and fuel to run them.
Achim hated the stinking fumes which polluted the air.
Achim imagined his ancestors celebrating parties like the youngsters did nowadays:
With a lot of grilled food and stories and fun and marvelous clothes to show off.
He closed his eyes and took in the warm feeling of the sun rays heating his skin while they moved west. He moved a bit to return to the full sunshine.
In the oak tree next to him and pines around the ruin, he heard the busy squirrel running up and down, gathering food for its offspring. Birds sung from their nests and crickets started to get ready for their evening concerts.
The grass smelled of sun and promised a mild night.
Doris
Doris watched her mother stomping forwards and backwards in the living room. There was little space between the coffee table and the TV, so her mother had to turn a lot. Each time she did she threw her hands into the air.
Between the sofa and the table was to little space for her mother to walk in circles around the desk. Doris often circled around it, if she started an argument with her parents.
She hoped, after coming of age, her parents would allow things more easily.
Doris watched her mother and tried to listen. With this treatment it was difficult for her to feel like being grown up. The homework for school totally ignored her becoming an adult too.
Everybody made such a fuss of the coming of age birthday. And what did it change to the better?
Hell, nothing. It just added more anger to her life, like the court letter proved. What a birthday present. Surely the devil was celebrating down in hell.
The rhythm of her mother’s movement was slumberous. Adding the voice which was constantly loud, Doris’ thoughts started to drift.
She still knew not how to escape the trial, but she better went looking if the castle was cleaned up by someone else already.
Surely the traditions club had already done it. But it was better to check, just in case.
In doubt, she would clean up herself.
“Didn’t you listen?” Her mother gestured wild in front of Doris face.
“I’m disappointed. DIS-AP-POIN-TED!”, shouted her mother.
Doris’ ears hurt from the shouting. She felt her skin getting warm from her own temper rising.
She slowly inhaled the air.
She watched past her mothers earlobe and inspected the hanging leaves of the orchids on the windows’ sill which flowered lilac for the first time. She concentrated on the orchid pattern of the lace curtain and the sight of two birds sitting on the hazel “BUSCH in front of the window.
Doris wished to be a bird.
They could fly away.
“Your orchids need water”, said Doris.
Her mother spun around and ran to the window.
Doris tiptoed out of the living room. The carpet gulped the sound of her tiptoeing. She continued down the hall into the front hall behind the entrance door.
Doris grabbed her key from the brown, orchid-shaped key rack next to the coat rack and stuffed it into her jeans trousers back pocket. She pushed her house shoes off her feet. She picked up her favorite shoes, pulled her light blue summer jacket from the hook and went out of the door. Pulling the front door into the lock made a sound like a heavy drum roll.
Doris freaked out.
Then she ran down the short path to the pavement past the pink and white roses of her mother. The hot stone tiles burnt through her socks to her skin.
Doris slid around the corner to the left, down the street.
She run, until she reached the corner, and vanished behind the hedge in a shadow.
