Paranormal Dating Agency: Polar Attraction (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Arctic Circle of Love Book 1)

by Lexi Thorne

  He looked at her with diverse thoughts flooding up his mind. He saw an arduous entity striving real hard to ace through in life in spite the fact there lied many oddities on her paths. This drew in some amounts of considerations and reconsiderations into his heart. But he was good and always tried and could successfully design the kind of expressions he would want people to see on his face. He had trained himself so well that no one would know or get when he was happy or sad for real. He never looked sad nor happy. He maintained, always, a rigid stance between two notions. The thought that he could do that with his face seemed scary. He had come down to her to remind her house rent. But had just chosen to postpone that until next time he would be passing by or whenever he felt to pass by. ‘I have come, to check on you. You'd remember our agreements. But no worries will get back to you soon' he said whimsically and began to leave. ‘O…! Thanks. I have you right at the back of my… mind as well. I'll get to you before you know it' she shouted with the intention he gets all her message. ‘Oops! Damn, that was close" she exclaimed. She closed the door and walked back to sit in the lone seat in her room. And she began to think it through that they both know why he had come. But in exactness, the reason he had chosen not to utter a word about it confused her real good. She was broke at the moment and would not be able to afford the payment of the house rent. He was the landlord in charge of her place and had conversed with her over the phone two weeks past he would be coming around just because her payment was past due time. At a time, a very light time, she had a quick flash of her mother's image. That reminded her how she was so caring before she recollected her father –she had missed him very much but would not want to show as one part of her felt like he did not merit any good feelings from her as he would not turn back to check on her. Her death had become her drive to be a scientist and to find a way around despite any forms of challenges to be the best, all just for her mother. Before the demise of her mother, her father was doing fine but after she popped the cog, lost it alongside. He couldn't get himself together ever since then until that moment. She came back from the flashes she was having to the reality abound. Thus, she soliloquized ‘Oh God! What am I gonna do now… what if he returns in an hour's time? Then, I am doomed and done with. What alternative is left?" She expressed, rhetorically. "I don't… I don't know when… He said ‘soon, ' and that could be just any moment, maybe tomorrow or next week. If he is going to show up next week, there is no way in this world I would have been able to get around such resources' she expressed confusedly.

  A lot came together to shape who we are and how people read meanings to us in defining us in any community. She had always been that good gentle girl who was astounding in brilliance and highly intellectual even right from infancy. But times are different now; it almost seemed all those valuable qualities were only rendering her ignobly as time advances only. Her mother's gone, and her father's lost it alive blaming himself for what happened to her mother –her dearly better-half. He had no time for her but spent much of his time and the little resources he has got on beers and sluts whenever he had good cash. They would let him have his way, and still, little resources left in his pocket and push him to one side. Rain and darkly hands of the night would beat him till would collapse to one wall, and that would be his resting bed space till sanity would return back into his cap, to run back to continue as he was a cab driver for the circle to repeat itself.

  All these had come together and were reshaping her in the same community, into one strict, determined and young lass with the hope of better tomorrow for herself, better than her old folks’.

  Then as she was already twisting forwards her right leg making a 90˚ circling to begin on her path along the next to the one where she stayed was, just to instinctively look back, she who she saw was his father, who had been following her for hours. He did not know how to approach her and ask for forgiveness and to continue together as a family just once again in years of being in talking terms. ‘I knew it, what are you doing father –I am not sure even if you are one anymore to me! Are you stalking me? He moved closer to her and drew her to where she would not be able to create a scene. She wanted to scream but would at the same time not want to fetch the father who already looked tattered much more trouble to deal with. It was surface enough even for anyone to know that he had beyond normalcy as looked like one who had been looking was out to get around redemption for ages. ‘Fuck you very much for that. Why would handle me like that? She said looking right into his face sadly and vexatiously. ‘I am still your father, whether you like it or not…' he said. That sank well reverberating in her brains. There was a prolonged pause as they were looking at each other right in the face. She began to blubber; they hugged as he muttered to her left ear ‘sorry.' ‘You have grown just to look exactly like her you know!?' She grinned in response to that. ‘So, why have you come, this hour…ffff…ff father?' ‘Yes, I have been keeping tabs on you; I have all the late to the most recent developments about you. I have helped you and settled your payment for rent. I paid him last week's weekend, and that was why he would not pester you nor talk about it when he came visiting the other day. I never left you for once my darling angel, no matter what, I am around just as it used to be.' She began to sob again as that was shocking and least expected, she felt sorry for all the negatives resolves she had had for him right in her psych and mind. ‘I have something to give and tell you. Take this card; you would have the scholarship, I pray so and hope so when you are done with your academics, I am not sure if I would be able to make it till then. That is the reason why I am doing this now, as it is just this moment I have left. Alright, take this card, keep it with your life; give it to the addressee addressed on it alongside with this, he would understand make sure he employs you. She owes me her life. Do this dear daughter and be committed to your studies as you used to be way back when… Mm… I have got to go now. Your dad is still a cab driver as you'd known. He smiled and faded within the crowd before she could know it. It was like some sort daydreaming as she was dumbfounded. She continued on her way down to the where she studies to continue to study as she would be tested before long.

  Then, as she was going, she tried and imagined the other version of what had just happened twixt her father, Lenny and she herself:

  ‘Who's it, what's it uh…? And I responded as I turned backwards angrily. And he said he is Lenny. On seeing his face for real and disappointment rouses up and befogs my mind and I begin to yell at him and continues by adding don't ever, call me or my name again. Let us say I said that boldly and determinedly as I look close at his arid nose like I meant it.

  And he said, please, do not create a scene, my dear daughter… responding in a pathetic way. And I said I am not your daughter, please… And I squinted away and looked at the street and stops a cab closed by to take me away from the scene. And he muttered please, don't leave me, let us have a… and his voice began to fade as I closed and locked the door and instructed the driver to light it and leave on time.' She thought…

  ‘Oh, if it were so, it would have been so cruel of me. I am happy really I couldn't do that… I really missed him.' she soliloquized.

  After a few years, she had already finished well as the best students among her mates at the college and the same thing after she proceeded to the varsity for higher degrees under the same discipline. Her meritorious excellence all through after weeks of finishing fetched her a job of good pay with Paranormal Dating Agency which happened to be one of the bests in the States and which happened to be the place her father directed her to go to; there she was recognized as one off their best scientists which is committedly helping them up. ‘She merited the job on two grounds, the first she merited it as she was excellent and she merited on the basis of favoritism as I, the General Manage, owed her father one. It was on several bases that made me to make fill should always act in my stead. And, evidently, it is what we all know, she is doing great. You would only complain she is not being that informal as you could be at times.
’ They both smiled.

  Her father and I got to know each other way back when she was just nobody striving for a jackpot in life and then build something related to what he loved doing the most. She was a scientist of high rank, she finished the best from Harvard in discipline. She was believed to have some medical panacea which was bio related and was kidnapped in the dead of one night. None was there, except for her father, he caught them did that and followed them, risked his life and set me free indirectly.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  TO THE COLD

  There had been change of things as the Gerri Wilder was available too and would have to go with them in the excursion. As they took off in the States for Arctic, the thought of a line in a poem whose author she could not recollect immediately popped up in her head –"…cold coming…we heard of it…" she said right in her right mind, this time, the cold is not coming, we are the ones coming to the cold. They touched down at past 2.00AM. They came down one after the other were getting their many bags, luggage, and baggage and they were on thick-fluffy wears. As the airport located in the municipality of Rana in Nordland, Norway, just south of the Arctic Circle was not their final destination, they had to leave for the hinterland where the businesses lie, and they would have no choice but to cut through the cold and through the forest to get there. ‘Here we are guys, let us go and have some fun. Barbara... You don't forget what we discussed.' Said Wilder. As she was busy appreciating the handiworks of nature in the sky, she nodded in agreement. ‘No, Barbara, I need your head down here, look me in the eye and tell me you understand' she said directly. She did likewise, and they left in 5 4x4's in procession cutting through the woods to where the recreational activities would be taken charge –the surface purpose for their coming around in the first place, the primary had been discussed with Barbara. She had told her right when they were aboard the airplane; she would be linked with the warrior of the settlement when the occasion calls for that.

  As they cut across the climate of the atmosphere and through the tick forest, the glowing selves of the colorful wonders plait in the clouds were busy showing off there conspicuous dynamics to them. Deep down them all, Barbara happened to be the happiest as she had promised herself right from or after the time she had listened to many stories –adventurous, besides, the kind of climate complementing them which she could see and admire just then. She kept smiling over and over as she was seeing the works of frost on the brooks and rivers they had passed by. She could hear foxes howl out loud deep down in the forest. All these and even the birds that chirp around the cloud amazed her there. Even things that ought not to mean anything meant a lot to her right there in the truck as she was seated right in between co-workers who had come for the excursion. One of them who had been looking at her and how she kept expressing her amazement who was an Africa-American said ‘Barbara, is this your first time... it certainly is!' She smiled, and as she did, frosty smoke marched out cloud-like out of her mouth, and it faded almost immediately. As they galloped into one pothole along the same course, she saw the peak of a mountain loaded up with ice and all that. Instantaneously, she felt like to be on top of it and skate down it. She corrected herself in the head and said that was way too crazy to imagine. She took her own mind away from that and began to concentrate on their short trip which they were embarking. ‘Are we close now?' she asked curiously. Her mind was already on the ground as she was ready to engage in adventures of the Arctic. As she was feeling this way, she recollected the talks Wilder and her had as she looked back at her face from, the driver's side. She paused a bit and continued to feel on top of the Arctic. After few hours they came down, but as they alighted immediately, Wilder called on Barbara to show up right close to the door –at the driver's side. ‘The location of the tundra is nor'-nor'-west-- you shall be given the exact coordinate and all the necessary things you would need to get there, and specifically there and not elsewhere. She was busy rubbing her two hands together for friction in spite the fact that she was wearing gloves and was covered well with a very thick, girlish head warmer. As she rubs the hands, she put them both up to her mouth to warm it with the breath of her mouth as if that would change a thing. ‘Alright. I got that. But when are you linking me up and when are you leaving?' Barbara inquired. ‘I'd relate you before I go and I should leave in five days' she responded. They worked in procession after they had packed close to some settlement there. The people there were few thousands. Each building and houses were covered up in ice all through and the lights –the colorful globes put up outside gave a glowing reflection appealing to the senses through the fogy snowy impressions everywhere through the hands of nature. They approached them, and they were all taken in as tourists and scientists of high-rated worth. The chief there whose only son was away in the bush came out to receive them officially. It later occurred to Barbara as each scene unfolded one after the other that this would not be the first time of some of them coming here as the old man said, ‘welcome here, again after how many years now, Wilder?' she replied, ‘I suppose, seven.' Barbara, was, surprised, how they had kept that off the record. She began with the agency half a decade ago, but she owned the Paranormal Dating Agency and it has been nine years. Wilder, was already older and drawing closer to her 40 years of age! She began to be anxious about two things at the same time. She wanted to know if she was safe in the agency she had been arduously committed to for years and she was all there fidgeting in her heart if where they had come to would be safe for everyone and she herself as well. However, the adventurous activities she had been longing for was right there at the tip of her hands. Even the knowledge and the aspiration of that alone gladdened her immensely. She was in privy introduced to the chief whose son was away in the bush haunting down forest beasts. She likes, naturally, the chief. It was his construct and the respects people show him. It was all kind of odd but astounding to her. His son he had endorsed as his alpha but on the inside, as at the time, he made the announcement to everyone’s listening ears, he was still indecisive even about that illocutionary performative declaration.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  IN THE FOREST

  There were tall trees standing right close to each other, their roots left there right there were buried well on the heads of the earth deep enough that they were able to shake hands among one another. The tall trees were green with snows seated on their serrated leaves. The sky had the son hiding away under the clouds, glimmering golden color right from afar but it felt close to the polar bear that was being toward the sun setting. ‘Follow it… do not dare miss its tracks.' As they run pacing through the white ground cuddled with snow –white, the ground mixed with dirt began shatter about hitting their fronts and backs against nothing and against trees, the short ones as well as the ones that have fallen in the category not tall and not short. The swooshing of the wind, mixed with the emission white smokes billowing up blowing of the frosty ground which bore the rousing up their fading effects as they progressed into the atmosphere in height. They were scattered all over the woods as they look committedly in their motions. A good number of them ran through to the north where the targeted deer ran was most probably trying to run away through. The others signaled the few remaining to go and create an ambush for it as it might want to come back through there. There came Emilio, running pacing fast forward like a famished cheetah. Each of his leg counted as it each looked calculated. Even the faces of the earth were busy paying homage and much respect his foot. The thudding of is feet and the spattering noise they were giving alone which the deer had made even the deer there to probably bleat with agony. Emilio ran past them that went to the South and was with bow with three arrows loaded at a time. Others paused, and he speeded past them having spattered snows on them... they all paused and await him come back in the exactitude of good default -- with the blood of the deer dripping out and touching the whiteness and the frosty earth into crimson red color of the deer's. And it happened just like that as he dragged the big deer around the backs of the tall tr
ees. 'Hey.... hey...hey...' said cheeringly by the rest hunters -- shifters -- hunters of polar bear in the Arctic forest.

  The cheering for the mannerisms he displayed in the killing of the deer was extraordinary as none had seen any man that swift and on target in the Arctic. One of the elders there drew closer to him, used his hand to rub his mane in with facial expression oozing praises and he said, 'Son, your father would be proud of you as you have grown well into what was unbelievable.' 'Mm... Thank you. But we all know how my father would feel about this achievement...' he said whimsically. The old man looked right in his face, stretched his mouth backwards and gave him pat right in the back encouraging him to try and bear through. He looked back at his face and gave him a response he was trying to make him proud. The old man withdrew. Helped him by joining him in carrying the deer to the settlement. They were all working down there in soft procession. Their feet kept shoveling the icy faces of the ground and leaving by frosh tracks on it covering the old ones just imprinted there by members of those in procession. Emilio's father wouldn't distinguish a deer from a moose or elk as he was the best shifter during his time, he preferred the hunting down and the eventual killing of polar bears for their shaggy skins. Any beast, big or of high respect he liked to kill, and he would always like to see people kill. You killing any other thing other than any of those in the category of his egoistic psyche, you have done naught. He later cut branches, strong branches along the ways to ease the carrying the deer. Although, they were already close as they could roughly see signs of life from distance through lights put out which were strong to plausibly scare away any form of night beast wanting to wet its claws with human bloods.