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A Little Bit Of Heaven
Chapter 2
Title: Finding Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst
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Chapter 2

Viggo walked into the large warehouse type apartment with his real estate agent. He looked around at the oriental theme. It was very sparsely furnished, with bonsai trees and the like, pillows tossed about the bare floors.

“I need a place with furniture,” he said as he looked around. “I thought I had mentioned that?” he asked.

“It is,” she stated with what she thought was obvious.

“Where’s the couch?” he asked with a frown as he scanned the room.

She pointed at a low-lying piece of cushion on the floor. Viggo went and sat on the small piece and leaned back on the small back and immediately slid to the floor. He looked over to the older women and shook his head.

The next place was just as bad, if not worse.

“The owners are away so much,” she said as she walked him into the room. “Isn’t this just gorgeous?” she asked walking into the room, touching all the soft and very expensive materials.

Viggo looked around the highly over-furnished room. It was decorated with many museum type pieces. He was an artist himself, but this was a little much as he sat on the soft couch and stared at the opposite end of it. It had a women’s bust carved out of marble sitting on the one end table. He shook his head again, he so did not want to have to look at a women’s naked bust everyday of the week.

Mrs. Walsh frowned at him. What was wrong with this man? Had he no taste at all?

They walked out back onto the street; the wind was blowing papers and various items all over the place, the traffic coming and going along the hilled street, the sound of ferry horns blasting in the background on the ever-beautiful Puget Sound.

“If you would tell me what you really want Viggo, I could possibly find the right place for you?” she asked starting to get impatient with her client.

Viggo shook his head as a flyer landed on his leg and stuck to it. He grabbed it and threw it away, the wind catching it.

“Maybe you could tell me what’s going on in your life?” she asked, trying again to get a feel for the man, with what he was really wanting.

“No, I don’t want to talk about it,” he exclaimed bitterly. The paper flew at him again and landed on his crotch. He grabbed it and tossed it aside again, angrily.

“We could go back to the office and check on the new listings,” she suggested as she watched the same piece of paper fly at him, hitting him smack on the face. She almost laughed.

Viggo grabbed the paper and stared at it dumbly. On it was an ad for a sublet; he looked at the address and turned around and looked at the building across from where they were now standing.

Mrs. Walsh looked at the paper, and then him, and then the building. “Oh no Viggo, that place is probably already taken by now!” she exclaimed as he took off across the street. “Viggo, wait up,” she called as she grabbed the paper from him and started to dial the number that was printed there.

His agent unlocked the door and he walked into the nicely furnished apartment.
It was an older style building, built along a row of houses, all of them looking remarkably the same. This one was located on the top floor. He looked out the window; he could see the space needle from the one window and Puget Sound glistening from another.

“Okay,” she sighed as she hung up the phone. “Well, no wonder it’s still available,” she said sarcastically.

“Why?” he asked as he went and sat on the couch. He sat back and looked around the room.

“It’s on a month by month lease only,” she told him. “Some family thing, or other, they didn’t go into it.”

He got up and looked around for a minute and noticed a light coming from another room. He walked down the hall and found a staircase. Wondering where it led, he slowly walked up the stairs, the agent hurrying behind him.

“Viggo, wait,” she said as she climbed up behind him and was surprised to be on the rooftop. She gasped in awe, “Look at that view!” she said. “You could have your own garden up here,” she stated. She watched, as Viggo remained quiet, looking around the empty rooftop.

“Viggo?” she asked as she watched him walk back down the stairs. She quickly followed him and found him back on the couch, sitting and thinking. She let out a frustrated moan, and rolled her eyes. “Well, let me call and see if anything else has come up.”

“I like the couch,” he said finally.

“You…like..the couch?” she asked. She smiled then, “You like the couch!”

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Viggo sat on a stool a couple days later. He sat looking at his easel; it was blank and had been for some time. He hadn’t had the urge or desire to paint for a couple years now. Ever since his lover had died.

He got up and went to get a beer out of the fridge and walked back into the other room opening the can, when he came upon a young man standing there in his apartment. He yelled in surprise as the can opened and beer flew everywhere, as did the young man also cried out when he saw Viggo standing there, spraying beer at him.

“Who are you?” he asked. What are you doing in my apartment?”

“Your apartment?” Viggo asked in surprise. “This is my apartment.”

“You need to get out before I call the police,” Orlando stated as he trembled slightly, pointing his finger to the door. “I’m sure they have a mission around here somewhere.”

“Hey, there is no need for that Viggo said. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding of some sort.”

“Yes, your in my apartment,” Orlando stated again. “I’m calling the police,” he said as he walked around by Viggo and headed into the other room, “ And you’re going to clean that mess before you go!”

Viggo followed and went into the kitchen after the young man, but when he got there, he was gone. He looked around and didn’t see him anywhere. He looked at his beer in his hand his forehead wrinkled in confusion. Maybe he had more than what he thought, he frowned at the idea.

He went back to his canvas and sat down again, staring. He was a little unnerved by what had just happened. He didn’t know what to think about it. He ran a hand over his face. Maybe he should take a shower, wake himself up. Maybe it was just a hallucination from to many beers and to many hours staring at the blank canvas.

He headed to the bathroom and stripped his clothes off and turned the water on hot. He stepped into the shower, letting the tensions from the last couple days drain away.

Fifteen minutes later he stepped out. He was drying his chest and ran his hand across the mirror that was covered in steam, and jumped when he saw the same young man sitting atop the toilet seat.

“Why are you still here?” he asked. “In my bathroom…and naked!”

Viggo turned around and the man was gone. He stood there puzzled. What the hell was going on? He was starting to get a little unnerved about the situation. He finished drying quickly and went in to get ready for bed. He grabbed a pair of clean boxers and slipped them on and looking around the room as if he expected the young man to return. He lay down on the soft featherbed and exhaled, letting a deep sigh escape his lips as he lay there enjoying the peace and quiet.

“You’re still here,” the British voice came again.

Viggo groaned, “Go away, you’re just a figment of my imagination.” He covered his eyes with his arm and hoped the man would be gone when he removed it.

“I’m not going anywhere, this is my apartment,” he said and crossed his arms. “That’s my bed, and my lamp, and that’s my picture.” He looked again. ”Where’s my picture?” he asked looking confused and slightly hurt.

“There was no picture there,” he said as he removed his arm and looked at the man as he stood there looking very upset. He had uncrossed his arms and had a finger hanging out of his mouth and was chewing at his nails. His deep brown eyes looked worried, he was a good- looking man thought Viggo, as he stared at the lithe form with the long wavy hair and the expressive deep brown eyes.

“I know there was a picture there,” he said again and looked at Viggo. Then he frowned, “Why are you lying on my bed, with just boxers on?”

Viggo rolled his eyes, this was getting very annoying. “I..rented..this… place,” he said slowly, like he was talking to a child.

Orlando shook his head. “I think you must be delusional. I should have called the police before,” he said and went to grab the phone, his hands ghosting over it and through it. “What…what did you do to the phone?” he asked surprised as his hand went through the plastic item again, as if it wasn’t even there.

Viggo shook his head in shock himself and looked even more confused. “I…I didn’t do anything with it.”

“I’ll get the phone in the kitchen,” he said and stomped off toward the other room.

Viggo slowly got out of bed and walked after the young man and again; He had once again, disappeared. He looked around the room again, and then each room in the apartment looking for the dark haired man. But no one was to be found, anywhere, he was being to think he was going insane and he needed to talk to someone badly.

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Viggo walked out of the Starbuck’s coffee shop the next day with his friend Sean. They both sat down at a small table just outside the door, out in the fresh air.

“So, what’s been going on Viggo? It’s good to see you out,” he began as he took a sip of the scalding liquid, pursing his lips slightly as they were burnt.

“I’ve been seeing someone,” he said quietly fiddling with his cup.

“Hey, that great Vig,” he said as he clapped his hand on his back. “I’m so happy to hear that.”

Viggo fidgeted in his seat looking at his cup of coffee. “I’m seeing someone who’s not
really there,” he added more quietly.

“What, is he emotionally involved with someone else?”

“No Sean, I’m seeing someone who’s…not there,” he looked at his friend trying to emphasize his point.

“Ohhhhh,” he said as the light came on in his head. “Is he hot?” he asked as he leaned in to get the juicy details.

Viggo looked at him like the guy was nuts. “Not there Sean!” he said sarcastically.

“Oh, yeah right,” he said as he pulled out a piece of paper and started writing down the facts.

“This isn’t a session Sean.”

“Oh yeah, no, I wasn’t going to charge you Viggo? He laughed. “Unless you go over the allotted minutes,” he laughed. “ Look maybe you just need to get out more, see people…who are.. really there,” he offered.

“I don’t know Sean,” he said as he shook his head. ”I’m not ready for that yet.”

“It’s been almost two years Vig, it’s time to move on, and you need to get on with your life.”

Viggo shook his head. Why did he even bother telling him anyway?

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He called his agent when he returned back to the apartment and asked her about the former tenant.

“All I know is they were very closed mouthed about the whole thing Viggo, it was some tragedy in the family, they really did not want to talk about it so I didn’t pressure them. Maybe someone died.”

He hung up the phone wondering what to do next.

He walked down the street looking at the different shops and noticed the bookshop. He looked in the window and looked around, and finally he gathered up his courage and then walked into the shop. He pulled out several books, all about passing on and the likes, that’s what this man had to be, a spirit.

A real nerdy looking guy came over to help. He was short and had dark hair and big blue eyes. “Hey can I help you find something?”

“I was just looking for some books about…. spirits,” he said the last word quietly.

“Oh,” he nodded his head in understanding. “Here, let me get you some books that will help.”

He piled a bunch of books in Viggos arms and Viggo went home to read up on seeing spirits or ghost, whatever they were called, and how to bring them forth and how to get rid of them, yeah that’s what he wanted to do, get rid of him.

Later that night he set up a bunch of candles around the dark room and read out of one of the books. It was a saying to bring forth spirits. He waved the one candle around in the air as he said the incantation, feeling very stupid as he did. When done he looked around and saw that nothing happened.

“Okay,” he called out at no one. “I’m setting my hot, wet cup of coffee, on this nice piece of furniture, I have no coaster,” he said and began to lower the cup. He had a feeling this spirit or whatever it was, was a neat freak, just by the looks of the apartment.

“Don’t,” the young man appeared before Viggo.

Viggo moved the coaster over and sat the cup down slowly. “Hi,” he said timidly. “We need to talk.”

“About what? You being in my apartment still, and ruining all my furniture?” he asked angrily.

“Here, let me introduce myself,” he said. “My names Viggo.”

Orlando laughed, “What kind of name is that?”

“It’s Danish,” He replied trying not to get mad. “Now, what is your name?”

Orlando stood there and fidgeted on his feet for a few minutes looking around. “It’s, it’s,” he looked at the coffee cup and saw the name there, “It’s Orlando,” he said smartly.

“You didn’t know that,” Viggo stated. “You had to read it off the cup!”

“I know my own name,” He said and crossed his arms in front of his chest looking defensive.

“Hey, that’s okay Orli,”he replied.

My names not Orli, its Orlando,” he said getting mad.

Viggo continued, “Have you wondered where you spend your time, when you’re not with me, that is?” he asked changing the subject. “Who else you have talked to besides me?”

“I…I,” he began looking around nervously.

Viggo stood up and began to walk over to Orlando. “Do you know how you spend your days?” he asked.

“No,” he whispered sadly.

“I think you may need to realize something Orli,” he said as he walked up to the young man and forced the young man backward.

“What?” he said scared now looking frantically around the apartment for a weapon of some sort.

“That maybe…. your dead!” he said.

“I am not dead!” he cried out.

Viggo looked at the slim figure as he was standing in the middle of the table. He was shocked to see it.

“How did you do this?” he asked looking confused at Viggo.

“You’re dead!” he shouted at the young man.

“I am not dead!” he cried out and reached out to push at Viggo. But Viggo dodged him.

“Hold still so I can hit you,” he said gritting his teeth together, trying to hit Viggo again.

“You can’t Orli,” he said as he moved his head back. “Your dead!”

“I…am…not…dead!” he yelled as he pushed at Viggo and lunged towards him going straight through the man and out the window.

“You are now,” he said as he looked out. He turned around and let out a sigh of relief only to find Orlando back in the apartment.

“Why don’t you leave me alone?” he groaned.

“I am not leaving, this is my house, and I don’t care what you say!”


Viggo opened the shower curtain and grabbed the towel and stared to dry himself. Looking at Orlando angrily.

Orlando sat on the toilet seat and watched as he did, not seeming to mind at all.

Everything that Viggo went to do, Orlando followed him, and he was starting to get really pissed about it.

He checked into various organizations that dealt with spirits and getting rid of them. But of course none of them knew what they were doing and Orlando just stood there and shook his head in disbelief, laughing at all the insane measures the were using.

Feeling frustrated, he finally went back to the shop were he had gotten the books and talked the nerdy guy who had helped him before, maybe he would no something. He finally convinced him to come home with him and see what he could do.

Elijah sat on the couch as both Viggo and Orlando watched him. He closed his eyes.

Orlando sighed and whispered, “He can’t see me either.”

“Okay…” Elijah said after a minute. “I can feel a presence, it’s definitely there Viggo. But it’s angry, hostile, it wants you gone.” He said as he opened his eyes. “I would get out of here while you can man,” he said as his eyes grew bigger. “It’s not like it that great of a place.”

“Yes it is,” Orlando responded. “It’s got a view of the Space Needle!”

“And Puget Sound,” said Viggo.

“Whatever man, do you have like a drink or something, I’m so like, really parched.”

Viggo growled and walked into the kitchen with Elijah behind him and got him a soda out of the fridge.

He sighed as he finished the can in one big gulp. “Thanks man.” He said as he gave the empty can back.

“Isn’t there anything else you can do?” he asked.

Elijah shook his head, “This is one of the most alive spirits I have ever felt. I agree with him, he’s not dead.”

Orlando smiled like he had won a bet. “I guess he is smart,”

“But you Viggo, “You have this thing hanging over you and you need to let him go.”

“How can I do that when he won’t leave?” he asked frustrated.

“Not Orlando, the one that’s still in your heart,: he said softly as he placed his hand over Viggos chest.

Viggo immediately frowned. “That’s not open for discussion,” he said and walked out of the room.

Orlando had a smirk on his face. “Is that what is about? You got dumped by some guy?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled at Orlando and left the room in a huff.

Orlando stood there looking confused. He didn’t understand.

Elijah looked around the room. “I don’t know much about you Orlando, but I would be apologizing for your words, show some respect for those who have passed on.” With that said, he turned and left the apartment, leaving Orlando standing there wondering what just happened.

Tbc……..