And it happened...

Well, it happened. I missed a post. Sorry guys! I'm settling into Ohio, and I'm trying to get some work done now, but I can't say it won't happen again. It is going to be a hectic couple of weeks. I'll try and give everyone a heads up if the posts are going to go wonky again.

Eye See You: Mother's Day pt. 3

I pulled into Bea’s driveway, keeping my eyes out for any of those phone freaks that I had seen at the diner. I wasn’t as young as I use to be, and while I might be able to outrun one or two of them, I doubt I could successful fight any of them off.

Grabbing my purse, and double checking to make sure I had my mace and my Taser, I got out of the car and started towards the side door.

For some reason an old saying of my mother’s flashed through my mind.

“Company uses the front door. Friends use the side door.”

I smiled. I don’t think, in all the years I had known her, I ever walked in through Bea’s front door.

I paused. Had. “I had know her”, past tense.

She was still alive. She was still alive, and I would walk into her kitchen, and Richard would just be grumpy, and maybe have a cold. They would both be fine, and this little house, with those sweet and amazing people that I have known for my entire adult life, would be inside, safe and sound.

I wanted to believe that so bad, but the ever growing silence around me made my doubts grow.

New Pom Pom Angel: Forbidden Kiss pt. 9

Dante and I sat on the couch, our clothes hastily put on and ruffled. Regina and Missy were glaring at us, their faces red both with anger and embarrassment.

“Nando, how could you?” The disappointment on Missy’s face was intense. “He’s a… he’s a demon. Do know the risks you are taking when you have sex with a demon? Did you even use protection? Holy water? A crucifix? A book of exorcism rights? I mean, if you are going to sleep with a demon, you need to be safe.”

“Dante, do you really want to screw up everything I’m working on here?” Regina was laying into her brother. “Gus would never talk to me again if my idiot brother stole his best friend’s soul.”

“I wasn’t going to steal his soul.” Dante was looking at his hands. He didn’t seem amused, or playful. He seemed… well, he seemed genuinely upset. “I was just trying to have a nice, normal night. No soul sucking, no dark magic. I just wanted a… nice… normal…”

Then the tears started.

These were the type of tears that only a pro could fake. Thick rivers ran down Dante’s cheeks, and his shoulders shook with each and every sob.

Without thinking I reached out and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. He clung to me, the tears coming stronger now.

“I tried so hard… to make… tonight special. I tried so hard.” He glanced up at me, his eyes red from crying so hard.

“It was special.” I smiled at him. “It was one of the best dates I’ve been on in a very long time.”

“Really?” He was still crying, but at least he was smiling now. “So, do I get a second one?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

Missy and Regina were watching us, their jaws hanging slack.

“So…” Regina cleared her throat, “you weren’t trying to steal his soul?”

Dante just shook his head.

“I still think you should carry some holy water around with you, Nando.” Missy crossed her arms. “Just in case.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, “but I don’t think I’ll need it.”

I looked over at Dante, who had stopped crying, and was now using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the tears that were drying on his cheeks. He was smiling.

It was one of the most honest smiles I have ever seen.  

Tentacle University 2: The Sorority pt. 15

Petra was the next to wake up. He took in his surroundings. The others, the marks, were all down, and Voigt was starting to stir, although he didn’t look like he was in all that great of shape. Petra made his way over quickly and quietly, grabbing Voigt by the arm, and pulling him to his feet.

“Come on, we need to get out of here.” He kept his voice low, nothing more than a whisper.

“I didn’t know it would do that. I didn’t know…” He was rambling, still disoriented from the blast. When he finally looked at Petra, his eyes focused. “You… you killed that girl.”

Petra wanted to hit him so badly, but he held back. He didn’t need to wake the others, and he didn’t need this giant baby freaking out and refusing to run. The blast that had been set off was a big one, big enough to draw attention from the rest of the campus. Attention meant cops, and unless they got the fuck out of there, they would end up arrested.

Ignoring Voigt’s mumbles, Petra made his way towards the back office. They could slip out the office window, and hide in the woods. If he could keep his head straight, he could get them to the path that eventually would take them back to Kent’s house.

As he ran, he was surprised at how little damage the blast had actually done. Sure, they had all been knocked out, but the room itself was completely fine. Even the purse that had held the explosive was intact.

What the fuck was going on?

He had seen some weird shit in his day, and this topped all of it.

They reached the office door, and pushed it open slowly, making as little noise as possible. Petra stepped inside first, and instantly felt something brittle crunch under his shoe.

He glanced down, and found himself looking into the withered, skeletal eyes of a rotted corpse. But… it couldn’t be. The corpse was wearing Morris’s clothes. Even if the blast had killed Morris, this corpse was too far gone to have been freshly killed.

“What are you…” Voigt stepped towards the office. When he saw the body his eyes went wide, and Petra know what was about to happen.

Quickly he slapped his hand over Voigt’s mouth, and ran towards the window. They needed to get out of there, and fast.

-*-

Once they were in the woods, away from the others, and hidden away from any potential cops, Voigt broke down.

“What the fuck was that? Who the fuck was that? What the fuck happened?” Words were spilling out of his mouth so fast that Petra couldn’t keep trap.

Petra couldn’t take it. He needed to think, and Voigt’s constant yammering was making it difficult. Finally, he pulled his hand back and backhanded Voigt across the jaw.

That shut him up.

“I don’t know what just happened, but I do know that Kent needs to know.” Petra paused. “And he needs to know that there is no leaving us high and dry. If we go down for this, so does he.”

Eye See You: Mother's Day pt. 2

Bea was one of my oldest friends. I had gone to high school with her. We had spent prom night hanging out in her dad’s rec room when neither of us had gotten dates. She had stood up in my wedding, and I stood up in hers.

The short version was, there was history.

I had seen Bea and Richard at the funeral, and both of them had seemed fine. There was something in the way Bea was talking, though. I didn’t think it was just Richard who was a little off. There was something off at the Rolland house, and I needed to figure out what it was.

More importantly, I needed to fix it. I have already lost enough important people in my life, and the way things were going, there was a good chance I would lose more. I couldn’t just sit idly by and let that happen.

I turned off the highway, taking the exit ramp slow. I couldn’t do much good if I flipped my car, now could I?

Bea’s house was only a few blocks off the highway, and I took the side streets slowly, taking in my surroundings.

Usually there were kids playing in the yards, or at least people mowing their lawns or talking to their neighbors. Today, though… Today the neighborhood was completely silent.

It made me uneasy.  It made me feel like I was about to walk into a trap.

I probably was, the more I thought about it, but I couldn’t risk Bea’s life because I was scared.

She needed my help.