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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 97

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 97

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Steve waited there on the back porch, with the garbage bag full of the pieces of Nothing’s body.

“Here, this is as close as I can get it, Steve,” Ghost said, as he returned with the wheelbarrow.

“Okay, it’ll do, I guess,” Steve said. “Now, hold on to the handles, so it don’t tip over, and I’m gonna roll this off in there.”

He did, and it landed mostly in the wheelbarrow, with just one edge hanging over the side. Steve came down off the porch. Ghost began wheeling the uneven load down the path toward the graveyard, almost tipping it over a couple of times.

“I’m sweating to death, Steve, and these gnats are sticking to me,” Ghost said, stopping to slap at them.

“I know, me too, but we’re almost to the back, now. Did you get the shovel?”

“The shovel? Crap, I didn’t even think of it,” Ghost said.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Well, here…take the flashlight, and go back and get it. I’ll keep going the last part over there.”

When Ghost returned, he sat down next to Steve, to rest. “It’s gonna be daylight, soon…how fast can you dig?”

“It’s gonna take awhile, I think. You’re gonna do some too, ya know,” Steve said. He wiped sweat off his face. “I’ll get it started.”

They took turns digging, and finally figured it was deep enough. They rolled the wheelbarrow over, and tipped the bag into the hole. As they finished shoveling dirt over it, they pulled some branches over the whole thing, hoping it was hidden.

“That’s it, then. Let’s go back to the house. I’ve got to hose down the porch.” Steve got up to leave.

They made it back, just as the sun was rising. Steve got the garden hose, and squirted the blood off the back porch, while Ghost chunked his shoes in the trash barrel.

“I’m going in, Steve…gonna light the sage, then get in the shower. I feel filthy.”

When he was done, Steve took his turn getting cleaned up. The house smelled fresh again, and felt cleansed, but they were both exhausted.

“I’m so tired, Steve,and I’m hungry. But, I don’t feel like I should be happy about eating, ya know?”

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked. “We’re still here, and we’re lucky to be alive.”

“But, Nothing was alive, too…and now he can’t eat, or be happy anymore.”

“Stop thinking like that, Ghost. It don’t help. We just need to forget it and do our best to survive…to live for as long as we got, and be happy about it.”

“Yeah, guess so,” Ghost said. “So, what can we eat, then?”

“I don’t know..ya want to go get pizza?”

Ghost laughed. “Steve, it’s morning, and I want pancakes.”

“Oh, yeah…well, let’s go to the diner. They’ll be open already.”

~

When they drove up to the diner and parked, Ghost said, “I feel like everyone is staring at us. It’s like they know what we did.”

“Shut up, Ghost. They don’t know anything…and if you keep talking about it, somebody might actually get suspicious and find out.”

They found a booth and ordered their breakfast. The diner was filling up with customers, this early Sunday morning. Some said hello. Ghost and Steve tried to look normal, even though they both were feeling conspicuous. Then Ghost looked up, as the door opened again.

“Steve,” he whispered. “It’s Trevor and Zach.”

“So what?” Steve asked.

“So, maybe they’ll ask where’s ‘you know who’ , and have we seen him…that’s what,” Ghost said.

“Well, just be cool, ok? Don’t give anything away.”

Their breakfast arrived, and they ate quickly, keeping an eye on Trevor and Zach.

“Steve, they’re coming over here,” Ghost whispered, again.

“Hi, guys,” Zach greeted them. “Did y’all like the show last night?”

“Yeah, it was good…and loud,” Ghost said.

“We saw you leave early, thought maybe you didn’t like it or something…?” Zach asked.

“No…I mean yeah…I liked it. Just I was getting a headache. I mean, not from y’all’s music…just…I needed to go home ’cause…” Ghost kept on, until Steve kicked him under the table.

“Good to see ya, then,” Steve broke in. “Looks like y’all’s food is ready.”

“Yeah, man…see ya later,” Zach said. He and Trevor went back to their table.

“What was that, Ghost? What was all that crazy talk you were doing?”

“I don’t know, Steve…I couldn’t stop.”

“Well, watch yourself. Just keep calm, and think before ya go blabbing everything, ok?” Steve said.

They finished, eating, then headed for the door. Ghost went on out, and before Steve could pay and leave, Zach motioned him over to their table.

“I was wondering, Steve, did you see Nothing, after we left last night? He was supposed to come by, but he never showed up,” Zach said.

“Uh, yeah, I saw him,” Steve said. “He was in the office. I was at the pool table, when he came out. Guess he left..I didn’t see him after that.”

“Well, okay…” Zach said. “If you do see him, tell him we’re looking for him.”

“Sure, will do, Zach,” Steve said. “Later, man…”

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Ghost was already in the car, waiting on Steve. “What took ya so long?” he asked.

“It was that Zach dude. He wanted to know if I’d seen Nothing. I told him I saw him leave, that’s all.”

“Oh, man, what are going to do, now? Was that all… you just saw him leave?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, Ghost…only before he left, he made some wisecracks, and I told him to leave you alone, if he knew what was good for him. Then he left. Then I came home, and there he is biting you.,..well you know the rest.”

“Damn, Steve, how many people saw you yell at him? They’ll know you were the last one to see him, and you were mad.”

“Well, so what? That’s all they know…nothing after that…don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, that’s what you always say. I’ll try, but now we gotta worry about the others,” Ghost said.

“Are you still feeling them…like they’re coming here, like soon?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I can feel them, but maybe not so strong. It’s like they got lost, or sidetracked or, I don’t know. Nothing said they were mad at us, and wanted to kill us, but that they were stupid and useless, too. So I’m not sure now.”

“So, we just wait around…never know when they’ll show up? That’s just great, Ghost.”

“No, I’ll know for sure, if they get very close. It just isn’t right now.”

“Guess I’ll have to trust your ‘feeling’ then, huh?”

“Yeah, guess so,” Ghost smiled.

Steve started the car. “I need to get outta here for awhile,” Steve said. Let’s go into Raleigh…look around or something.”

“Okay, I need to get some new shoes, now, anyway,” Ghost agreed. “Can we go to that thrift store we were at before?”

“Sure, Ghost, anything to get our mind off stuff here.”

So they headed down the highway.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 96

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 96

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Back at the club, Steve was winning a few games against R. J. The band had finished their set for the night, and everyone was just hanging out, playing games, and drinking beer. He hadn’t seen Zach or Trevor in awhile. He supposed they’d gone home, already.

He did notice that Nothing was over talking to Kinsey, wrapping up band business. After a few minutes, Nothing came over to talk to Steve.

“What’d’ya want?” Steve asked, frowning.

Nothing looked him straight in the eye, and said, “I told you I was leaving, but I have to stay. The band is counting on me, and I have friends here. I never had that before. And, I heard from Twig and Molochai…they’re planning to come after Ghost, for killing Zilla. I have to try and get control of them again, so they won’t hurt y’all.”

Steve stood up to his full height, glaring at Nothing. “Fuck you, Nothing. We don’t need your kind of help. You stay the hell away from Ghost, and tell those other two I’ll kill them, just like I’ll kill you. One wrong move, Nothing…you’re history…I’ll make sure of that. You may not be as much of a blood sucker as Zilla, but you suck people dry anyway, with your innocent look, and your poor little me scam. Evil comes in all types. You can fool some, but not me, and not Ghost.” Steve took a step toward Nothing. “Count the days, Nothing…count the hours until you’re no more. Now, get outta here…I can’t stand to look at you.” He slammed down the pool stick, onto the table with a loud crack.

Nothing jumped, and actually hissed at Steve. Steve could see that he’d filed his teeth into sharp points.

“You don’t scare me, anymore,” Steve laughed in Nothing’s face. “Now, go on.”

Nothing turned and left the game room. This confrontation pretty much broke up the party atmosphere, and people started gathering their belongings, and leaving. Steve had another beer, and seethed. Some asked him what that had been all about, but he just waved it off as nothing to worry about.

Then, he remembered that Ghost was home by himself. “Shit, I gotta go home,” he said to no one. He was a little fuzzy headed, from the beers, but managed to get out the door and into his car, without too much trouble. He sat there a few minutes, trying to clear his head. The parking lot was deserted, and so was the road leading out to the house. He started the car, and drove slowly down the dark road.

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Nothing had left, after talking to Steve, and had planned on going out to Trevor and Zach’s house, on Violin Road. He needed to give them their part of the money they’d earned for the night.  He had good intentions for that to happen, but deep in thought, he wasn’t paying attention. So, when he stopped walking and looked around, he was right in front of Ghost’s house. There was a light on, so he figured Ghost was still up. Maybe they could talk some more.

He went up the porch steps, and knocked at the door. When Ghost didn’t answer, Nothing had no trouble jimmying the lock…and then, he was inside. “I shouldn’t be here,” he thought to himself, as he silently glided down the darkened hallway. Coming to Ghost’s bedroom, he pushed open the door.

His breath caught in his throat, as he looked at Ghost lying there, asleep. He wanted him. He wanted him more than anything he’d ever wanted…ever since he’d first heard Ghost sing on that tape from years ago. He’d led all the trouble right to this house…all because of his need for Ghost…for his friendship, maybe, and then for his love.

But, things had gone so terribly wrong. Now, could he maybe have a small chance of making things right? Could he make Ghost see how much he meant to him…now that they were alone?

He quietly moved to the bed, and knelt down. He breathed in the scent of roses and molasses, and yes, blood. Blood pulsing through Ghost’s veins, alive and rich.

“I’ll just take a tiny taste,” he thought, as he bent over Ghost’s lips and kissed him. He parted Ghost’s lips with his own, and tasted Ghost’s spit…then, he wanted more, and began nuzzling Ghost’s neck, right where he could feel the vein throbbing to the beat of Ghost’s heart.

Ghost was slowly coming awake, still dreaming of Steve, and he moaned, “Steve, you came home.”

Nothing paused, at hearing Steve’s name. He could feel his jealousy rising…to know that Ghost would always love Steve, and never himself. He took a little nip into Ghost’s neck. One sharp tooth drew blood, and he licked at it.

Ghost came fully awake, now. “Nothing! Get the fuck off me,” he said, as he pushed Nothing away.

Nothing fell back, but came at Ghost again, and they began to struggle against one another. They did not hear Steve’s car drive up. They did not hear Steve, until he banged open the door, and started yelling.

He charged at Nothing, and ripped him off the bed, and Ghost. Landing up against the wall, Nothing whined, “I just wanted a little taste of him…I didn’t hurt Ghost.”

Steve roared back, “What did I tell you, you motherfucker. You don’t listen too good, do ya?”

He grabbed Nothing, throwing him against the other wall.

Remembering the guns he’d put under his pillow, Ghost yelled out, “Steve!”

Steve looked around, seeing Ghost, eerily calm, holding his gun out to him. He took it. Ghost nodded and flipped the safety off his own gun. Steve did the same.

“No, no…I’m sorry, Ghost…I’ll leave now! Don’t kill me,” Nothing pleaded.

But, Ghost pointed his gun at Nothing, and so did Steve…and they fired at the same time. Nothing’s head exploded in a mass of blood and brains. They’d both hit their target.

They stared at what they’d done. The silence after the gun’s firing, was profound. There was no more head. Nothing’s body slumped against the wall, blood splattered everywhere.

Their ears still ringing from the gun’s blast, they waited in stunned silence. “Well, guess there’s no coming back from that,” Steve said, as he turned to Ghost.

Ghost was still staring, breathing hard. In the dim light, Steve could see that tears were running down Ghost’s face. They were dripping down, mingling with the blood that was still running down his neck, onto his shirt.

“Ghost, you’re bleeding…is it bad?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Ghost said, but then he began shaking from the shock of what had happened. He dropped his gun to the floor. His knees buckled, but he managed to sit back on the bed. He had still not taken his eyes off the destruction of Nothing…it was being seared into his brain.

“Stop looking at it, Ghost…it’s over.” Steve begged him to turn away.

Ghost closed his eyes, and said, “It’s not over, Steve…they are coming. I can hear them, and they’re close.”

“Who’s coming?” Steve asked.

Ghost turned his face up to Steve, and Steve could see it in his eyes. He knew who.

“How long?” he asked. “How long do we have to get ready?”

“I don’t know, but soon…Steve, what are we gonna do? What are we gonna do with…” Ghost pointed to what used to be Nothing. “He didn’t turn into dust, like the others.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it…I’ll get rid of it.”

Ghost nodded.

“If you feel like you can help, fine, but if not…that’s okay, too. Just go out on the porch. I’ll clean up in here.”

Ghost got up and walked to the doorway, trying not to look, and trying not to step in the blood. He went out to the kitchen, put some water on to boil, for some calming tea. He was still dazed…his mind whirling. He couldn’t even feel himself walking, as he gathered up garbage bags, and a bucked of hot, soapy water, to take in to Steve.

“This is so gross,” Ghost said, as he came back to his bedroom. He handed the bucket to Steve, then went back to finish the tea.

As Steve began to pick up pieces of Nothing, he was reminded of the last time he’d had to clean up Ghost’s bedroom. That time, it was Ghost’s blood he was wiping up. He shuddered.

He’d heard the screen door squeak open, as Ghost went out to the porch. He could hear Ghost humming a sad tune. “He’ll be ok,” he reassured himself.

The garbage bag was getting full, and heavy with gore. “Where am I supposed to get rid of this at?” he asked himself.  He stopped in the bathroom, to wash his hands, before going out front to talk to Ghost.

“Hey,” he said, as he sat down in the swing.

“Are you done?” Ghost asked.

“Almost…just…what do I do with it?”

Ghost thought for a minute. “Guess you can bury it in the graveyard…out behind the house. No one ever goes there but us. No one will ever see or know anything.”

Steve wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he stared out across the dark yard. “Ghost, are we really murderers? Does it count, if the ones we kill are vampires… or even half vampires? Are we half murderers?” He kept rocking the swing faster, back and forth. “I mean, it’s kinda like squishing a bug, or swatting a fly, don’t’cha think?

“Maybe so, Steve. That’s what I think, too.” Ghost took a few moments, then sighed. “You know, I talked to my grandmother about it.”

“You did? When?”

“Not long ago…when we got the guns.”

“What did she say?”

“She said we had to do whatever had to be done, and don’t hesitate to save ourselves,” Ghost said. He took Steve’s hand, and looked into his eyes. “I asked her to send us courage to be able to do that. I think she did…tonight, Steve.”

Steve smiled, “Me too, Ghost. And, I still feel like I have some left…do you? I mean, for the next round?”

“Yeah, I have enough,” Ghost said, “I have to.” He looked up into the heavens, sprinkled with stars.

They sat out there in the night for a while longer, the swing slowly stopping it’s rocking.

~

“Guess it’s time,” Steve said.

“Okay…I’ll help ya drag it out there,” Ghost said.

They went inside and stared at the full bag.

“Did ya find the…”Ghost asked.

“Uh-uh..there wasn’t nothing left of Nothing’s head,” Steve said, as he gagged on those words.

Ghost shivered, as he looked around the room, hoping he wouldn’t see a piece of skin or bone, or an eyeball, laying around, that Steve had missed.

“I don’t think I like my room, anymore. Bad things keep happening in here,” he said.

“Well, we’re not gonna switch,” Steve said.

“Guess I’ll have to do a sage cleansing, then…clear out the bad stuff.”

Steve agreed. “Well, let’s do this.” He and Ghost grabbed hold of the garbage bag, and began dragging it down the hallway, toward the kitchen, and back door.

“This sucker’s heavy…please don’t let it rip open,” Steve grunted.

Ghost stopped pulling. “No, that wasn’t a joke,” Steve said, when Ghost gave him a disgusted look.

Catching their breath for a minute, Steve said, “Okay, here’s the plan. I’m thinking we’ll drag this out the back, and you know that old wheelbarrow, out by the garden? Well, we’ll use that to roll him out there…way in the back. Then…uh, dig a hole and dump it in, then cover it up.”

They were at the back door, now. Steve propped open the screen, and they tried dragging the bag onto the back porch, but were having trouble.

“Ghost, can ya…just get behind there, and push it. Gotta get it over the door frame thing, here.”

Ghost reached out to push. “Ewww, Steve it’s all squishy…I can’t do this.”

“Well, shit, use your foot then, if ya don’t want to touch it,” Steve said. “I’m pulling on this end…I need you to push.”

Ghost put his foot against the bag, and it finally went over the door sill. “Oh, God, Steve…it came open…it’s leaking!” He hopped around, shaking his foot. “It got on me, now I have to throw these shoes away.”

“Would ya stop freaking out, Ghost? It’s just a little bit. I need you to help…go get the wheelbarrow, and bring it right up next to the porch here, and I’ll push it over and in.”

Ghost went out to the garden, wiping his shoes on the grass, as he went.

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Next Part Coming soon

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 95

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Zach and Trevor came over to the stage to set up. Terry and R. J. had come in and were back in the office, talking to Kinsey. Trevor had seen Steve and Ghost crying, and wondered why. He’d talked to Zach when he went back to find him…told him to try not to come on so strong, but then he felt like a hypocrite, telling Zach this. He himself wasn’t any better at making friends. They both had a lot to learn about how to get along with other people.

“We’re both just a couple of social misfits, Zach,” he’d said. “You talk too much, and put your foot in your mouth, and I don’t talk at all. Jeeze, they must think we’re weird.”

So, they began getting things ready on the stage, as they sneaked glances at Steve and Ghost, who finally walked over. “Hey, man…didn’t mean to go off like that…sorry,” Zach said.

Yeah, it’s okay, I guess. It just took us by surprise, that’s all,”Steve said. Ghost and Trevor said nothing. “So, have a good show, then, we’ll be here,” Steve said, then led Ghost back toward the bar. They grabbed a beer, and talked to Terry and R.J. a few minutes.

“What do ya think of the new band members?” Terry asked. “Wait’ll ya hear us.”

“Guess we’ll stay awhile and find out. Kinsey told us a little about them,” Steve said. “You ever tell them we used to be scared of their house?”

“Oh, man, I tried to, but it didn’t seem to bother them. Said the house was fine, and they seem to like it out there,” Terry shook his head at the thought of it. “Well, gotta get up there…ya ready, R. J.?”

R. J. took his beer with him, as he and Terry went back to the little room, behind the stage.

“Hey, guys,” said Kinsey, “I’m opening the door in ten.” He bustled around doing last minute checks.

“You ready for this, Ghost?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, guess so…but, I might want to go home early. I still have a funny feeling about Nothing.”

“You think he’s here…or breaking into the house?” Steve asked.

“Oh, he’s here, Steve,” Ghost said, looking toward the office. “He’s back there doing his manager stuff.” He hesitated, a second. “There’s something else, though, that’s trying to get in my head. Some kind of unfinished business…like he needs to tell us something.” He closed his eyes, concentrating. “I can’t get it, yet.”

“Well, go ask him, then. Tell him we don’t want no more surprises.” Steve started toward the office.

Ghost stopped him. “Not yet…not here.”

“Okay, but this has to be settled before he leaves town…if he really does,” said Steve.

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The doors were open, now, and the place was filling up. Kids of all kinds, from teens to college age. They headed for the arcade room, and the pool table, and ordered Kinsey’s soup of the day. All were waiting for the music to begin. The band was tuning up…R.J. was talking with Calvin and hitting a few bass notes, Terry was randomly hitting his drums, and Zach was just standing at the mic stand, smiling at Trevor, who was front and center.

Steve and Ghost greeted friends, and waited along with everyone else. Finally, they were ready…and they were loud. Starting with some of Terry’s original songs, they had the crowd on their feet. Gumbo played a variety of genres, a mix of old, new, country, and pop, Then, as they got further along in their play list, they did rock, and some strange sounding music for the goths.

Zach was a dynamo on stage, striding from one side of the stage to the other, putting his all into his performance…and he did sing good. He drew in the crowd, right along with him.

“Not bad,” Steve yelled at Ghost, trying to be heard above the amplifiers. Ghost agreed, but didn’t look all that into it. He was still worried about Nothing.

Steve decided to take advantage of the empty pool table, while everyone was dancing out on the floor. Ghost walked down the hall to the office. He opened the door. Nothing was sitting behind the desk.

“What else, Nothing?” Ghost asked. “There’s something else you’re not telling us.”

Nothing nodded, “Yeah, but I didn’t want to tell you in front of Steve.

“Go on, then what is it? I can sense it’s not good.”

“It’s, well…you know, I really like you and Steve. I’d never want anything bad to happen to you. I hated all that…before. I was so confused, and just finding out who I was..and what I was. And then, hooking up with my father, like that, out of the blue.” Nothing stopped, remembering how it had been.

“After that, I didn’t know what to do. Twig and Molochai were devastated, useless. They took off. I didn’t hear from them for a long time. I just wandered around, but nothing was right, anymore. I tried to be like them, you know…all vampire, but my human part kept me from doing too much damage. Then I tried to forget about that, and just be all human. That didn’t work out very good either.

So, I figured I’d just end it all, and tried to kill myself,” Nothing shook his head. “But, I guess vampires can’t really do that. I’d feel like I was dead, but then I’d be alive again. I know it sounds crazy. Anyway, I just came back here, because it was familiar. But, you weren’t here to give me any advice. That’s when I met up with Zach and Trevor. They seemed ok, so we started hanging out at Terry’s record store. Then, everything seemed to be working out better for me, for all of us really. I had friends, real friends, for the first time.” He looked up at Ghost, hoping he’d understand. “So, I really don’t want to leave. I feel like I’m finally doing something right…and this is home to me now. But, I already promised you and Steve that I’d leave.”

Ghost started to say his piece, but Nothing stopped him with one more reason he should stay. “Another reason, is that I feel like I should stay, kinda as a protection for y’all. I heard from Twig that they’re still mad that you killed Zilla, and they’re looking for you…and they know where you live. So…if I can stay here, I can probably keep them from killing you, again.” Nothing was finished with what he had to say. “Ghost, please convince Steve… I’m not the bad guy here.”

Ghost thought about what Nothing had said. He had a point, but could he even believe his story? “But, Nothing…you kinda are the bad guy, at least partly, because it was you that led the others here…right to my house. Ya remember? That’s what started all this, and why it ended the way it did. I don’t think I can ever forget that fact, and I know Steve won’t.”

Nothing closed his eyes and nodded. “I know, but please try.”

Ghost shrugged, and said, “I’ll tell Steve what you said. I can’t promise anything, though.”

“I’m still staying, at least tonight, anyway. You’ll let me know tomorrow?”

“I’ll talk it over with Steve,” Ghost said, then turned and left the office. He didn’t know how he was going to tell Steve, but this was getting too complicated and out of control for him to figure out by himself. He needed Steve. He needed to go home. He found Steve still playing pool, and watched him for a few minutes.

“Hey, Ghost…wanna play?” Steve asked.

“No, I’m ready to go home,” Ghost said.

“Home…already? I’m just now in the mood to stay,” Steve said. “Can’t ya wait awhile?”

“I don’t think so, Steve. I need to get out of here. I need some air, and my head’s spinnin’. Guess I’ll go on. You can stay here, if ya want.” He started for the door.

“Ghost…ya sure?”

“Yeah,” Ghost said.

“Okay, man…catch up with ya later,” Steve said, then went back to his game.

~

Ghost stepped outside, took a deep breath of cool, night air. The music was muffled now, but his ears were still ringing. He began the long walk home. He had time to think about what Nothing had said. He still didn’t want Nothing to stay here in Missing Mile. No good would come of it, he was sure. But, he couldn’t order someone to get out of town. And, Steve would go ballistic. He definitely didn’t want that to happen.

As he came up to his house, he felt stupid for having to be careful of entering his own house. But now, he’d have to always be looking around, never knowing when Twig and Molochai would show up. He didn’t sense any danger right now, though, so he went on in. Steve would be along, soon, he hoped.

The house was quiet. Ghost checked all the rooms to make sure everything was normal. He was alone…just his thoughts to keep him company…and he didn’t like his thoughts, right now. He didn’t like being alone, either. He never did. It was getting late, though, and he kept yawning and nodding off. He just couldn’t stay awake waiting for Steve any longer.

He checked the doors again, to make sure they were locked, but still feeling uneasy, he got his and Steve’s guns down from the cabinet. He put them under his pillow, then got into bed. Only one lamp was left on, in the living room. He looked at his glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling for a few minutes. He said a silent good night to his grandmother, and told her he felt like something wasn’t right…that if she could, send him some courage to deal with whatever happened. He then fell asleep.

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Next Part Coming soon

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 94

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After Nothing and Ghost had spoken, Ghost turned back to the wall to write about what had just happened.
Kinsey came in to begin getting the club ready to open. It was still a little over an hour, before he would open the door. He’d missed the confrontation between Ghost and Nothing. Steve took this chance to talk to Kinsey about the new guys in Terry’s band.

“So, who are these guys, anyway? Where’d they come from?” Steve asked.

Kinsey paused, in his work, wondering how much he should say. “Guess I could fill you in a little, Steve.” He sat down on a bar stool, next to Steve. “Well, you know it’s Terry’s and R.J.’s band, and they took on Calvin, too. I think you met him before…plays lead guitar? Anyway, since you and Ghost were gone, Terry needed some extras, so that’s why Calvin came on board. Terry was doing the singing for Gumbo, while he was playing the drums, but he can’t sing worth a shit, ya know. So these other two guys were new here in town…just happened to show up about the same time; Trevor’s the tall one, and Zach is the dark haired one. Come to find out, this Zach can sing really good, so Terry asked if he wanted the gig. Of course, he accepted, and all was going good.”

“Where does Nothing come in?” Steve asked.

“That’s kind of a weird situation there, Steve. I know I’d seen him before in here, a long time ago, but this time he got friendly with the guys in the band. They asked him to be their sort of manager…ya know, book gigs around the area, keep the money straight, stuff like that. He’s good at it, too.”

“Okay, I got that part, but what about those two new guys…what else do you know about ’em?”

“Well, that’s a crazy story, Steve. See, Trevor used to live here when he was a kid, over on Violin Road, but…oh, yeah…y’all know the old murder house, don’t ya?” Kinsey asked.

“Yeah, the one us kids were scared to go in,” Steve said.

“Well,” Kinsey continued, “you know the whole family was murdered, except for the little boy…that’s Trevor. He came back all grown up. I think he might be a little…well…weird…’cause he started living out there in the old house. Creepy, if ya ask me. Anyway, this Zach guy happens to come into town, like the same day, or maybe a day or two later, and they meet and hit it off. I mean, like love at first sight stuff. So he’s just here with the band because of Zach singing and all. That’s about all I know,” Kinsey thought a minute, “oh, yeah, Trevor’s dad was a famous cartoonist, but you heard the story, I know…he went bonkers and killed the family and himself, all except Trevor. Now, Trevor is an artist too. He does comics and sells them, stuff like that.”

“Wait a minute,” Steve said, “when, Ghost and I were out on the road that first time, didn’t I hear some talk about a new singer, and the F.B.I. looking for him…is this the same guy, this Zach? Ghost mentioned something like that after talking to you.”

“Yeah, that’s the same one…computer fraud, I think. I guess all this was when you and Ghost were gone, so y’all never met them. By the time y’all got back in town, they’d already taken off for somewhere, laid low awhile. They just showed up again, recently,” Kinsey remembered.

“Yeah, we never saw them before, but Ghost was worried about it at the time…so that’s what that was all about,” Steve said. “Sounds like a big mess to me.”

“I know, it was, but now here they are, and they put on a good show…the kids all seem to like it, and keep coming back. Tonight’s the last night for them, for awhile. I heard Nothing’s leaving for some reason,” Kinsey said. “Of course, Terry and R.J. will still be here, helping y’all out, I imagine…and Trevor and Zach, they plan on hanging around out at their house, for awhile. Guess you and Ghost will meet them tonight.” He looked at his watch, “In fact, any time now, it’s almost time for them to set up. I gotta get back to work, Steve. Ya’ll kick back and enjoy the show. It’ll be you and Ghost up there next weekend, yeah?”

“Yeah, guess so, Kinsey,” Steve said. He went back over to find Ghost, and tell him what he’d learned.

“Hey, Ghost, Kinsey filled me in on those two new guys in town,” Steve said. “The one that does the singing for Terry’s new band, Gumbo…”

“Gumbo?” Ghost laughed.

“Yeah, even Terry said it sounded dumb, but anyways, the nerdy one, Zach, he sings okay I guess, and he’s the one you were worried about before, with the F.B.I. stuff. The other one is Trevor, and he’s Zach’s boyfriend. He’s an artist or something, but the good part, is he’s the kid from the murder house…and they’re living out there in it.” Steve waited for Ghost’s reaction.

“Living there?” Ghost asked. “That’s creepy as hell, Steve. Why’d they wanna do that?”

“Beats me, guess they’re not scared of it. So, anyway, guess we’ll meet them tonight…oh, hey, maybe sooner…” Steve said, as he looked back into the club. There were voices coming from the back hallway, by the office. “Seems they’re here already.”

“You think Nothing is coming back for the show? He’s their manager, after all, Steve.”

“I don’t know, but if he does, so what…we said our piece, and he’s leaving after tonight. I’m not gonna start nothing if he don’t,” Steve said. “but, we should keep our eyes open for any tricks he might be up to.”

“Yeah, guess so,” Ghost said.

~

They looked up, as Kinsey came around the edge of the stage…and trailing behind him, were Trevor and Zach.

“Hey, guys, this here is Trevor and Zach,” Kinsey said, “and you guys, this is Ghost and Steve.”  Kinsey looked like a proud papa, introducing his sons from his first family, to the sons of his second family. “Y’all get acquainted now…I got work to do,” Kinsey said, as he grinned and walked away, leaving the four of them staring at each other.

“Hey,” Ghost said.

“Hey, I know you!” Zach said. “I’ve seen you before!”

“What, where?” Ghost asked, looking confused.

“You, too, Steve…that’s your name?” Zach was nodding his head, “Yeah, I saw both of you…a long time ago. It was…yeah…in New Orleans, at a club.”

Steve was frowning, trying to remember that time he and Ghost were there, and if they’d gone to a club.

“Yeah, you,” Zach pointed to Ghost. “You were crazy, man…dancing with some little blond kid…looked like you were having a great time…and turning that kid on, too,” Zach laughed.

He turned to Steve, then. “And you…you cracked me up! You looked totally embarrassed to be in a gay bar,” Zach kept laughing at the memory. “But, Ghost here, dragged you out to dance with him. Man…you sure were funny. Me and my friend Eddy was having a ball, watching you two. We knew everybody else there, but, you new guys were putting on a show…and didn’t even know it. Damn, now here you are all the way out here in North Carolina. Is this where y’all are from?” Zach kept talking. The others were at a loss for words, as Zach kept rambling on and on.

“I never heard of this place, until I got stranded here, and then I met Trevor,” Zach stopped a second to take a breath.

Steve and Ghost were wondering if he’d ever stop talking…wanted him to please stop talking. Trevor was staring at Zach, like what’s wrong with you? 


“What?” Zach said. He looked at them staring at him. “Y’all ain’t very talkative, are ya? Hey, Trev, say something. Introduce yourself. I gotta go take a piss.” He turned and walked down the hallway.

“What was that?” Steve asked. “Is he always like that?” He looked to Trevor for the answer.

“Uh…sometimes, but…” Trevor said, then he took off after Zach, leaving Steve and Ghost alone.

~

Ghost and Steve exchanged a look. “I remember that night, now,” Ghost said, “but, I don’t want to, Steve…I don’t want to.” He started to cry.

Steve reached out and hugged Ghost to himself. “I know…I don’t want to remember, either.” Steve let his tears fall for Ann, too. “Let’s get outta here. Ya want to?”

“No…they don’t know, Steve. They don’t know what happened down there with us. All they know is a funny club story; and that’s all they’ll ever know, okay? We all live here in the same town. It’s not like we’ll never see them again. Guess we better, well, make the best of it?”

Steve nodded, and hugged Ghost harder. “Yeah, can’t change the past, anyway. But, damn…to be reminded of all that…like from out of nowhere…just hit ya in the face with it.”

They were quiet for a moment, remembering. “Kinsey and Terry want us to hear them play. Maybe they’ll be good. Guess we’ll stay awhile,” Ghost said.

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 93

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Round after round, re-load after re-load…still no hits.

“What the hell am I doing wrong, Ghost? I aim right at those beer cans!” Steve said, frustration showing on his face.

“Nothing’s wrong, Steve. I told ya, it just takes practice..lots of it,” Ghost said.

“Well, how long did it take you?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know, don’t remember…probably a long time, but I remember practicing a whole lot. Eventually, I got it.”

“Where was I, when you learned how? I never saw you doing it.”

“Steve….I was a little kid, up in the mountains, before we ever moved here.”

“You mean you really had a gun then…like really?” Steve asked, trying to fathom this.

“Yeah, really,” Ghost said. “All kids up there learn to shoot a gun by, I don’t know, maybe before they even go to school.”

Steve thought about that a minute. “Well, then, I got a lot of catching up to do, huh?”

“Uh-huh, guess so,” Ghost smiled.

Steve heaved a big sigh, turning back to practice some more. Ghost didn’t want to show off, but he wanted to practice some more, too, so he aimed and shot every can in one try.

“Damn, you’re good!” Steve said, grinning.

They stayed out there another hour; by then it was starting to get dark.

“Let’s go back to the house,” Steve said, “and are we going into town tonight?”

“Guess so. We’ll see what that band of Terry’s is like.” …And, have to talk to Nothing… he thought.

~

Arriving at the club early, there wasn’t anyone there, yet.

“Kinsey’s probably mad at us, Ghost. After last night, he might not even let us in,” Steve said.

“Yeah, I know, but it seems like that was a long time ago, not just last night, doesn’t it?” Ghost said.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, it sure does. Guess we better go on in and see what kind of mood he’s in.”

Going up to the heavy wooden door, they hesitated. “What if he asks us about the vampires?” Ghost asked.

“Oh, yeah…it does sound kinda stupid, now…accusing people of that, but I can’t help it if it’s true,” Steve reasoned.

Ghost shrugged, “Well, he thinks we’re idiots now, anyway…maybe we should just say it was nothing…I mean, not Nothing … but, not as bad as we were carrying on. Ya know?”

Steve nodded, and blew out a big breath of air onto his hair that was hanging on his forehead. “Let’s go get this over with. Maybe that creep won’t even show up.”

They went in. Everything was quiet; the lights were dim, only the ones on the stage, and behind the bar were on. Steve’s boots clacked on the hard cement floor…Ghost’s canvas sneakers just squeaked, as they walked back to Kinsey’s office.

Kinsey heard them coming. He was seated at his desk, and he looked up as they peered around the door frame.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Ghost said with a shy smile.

Kinsey didn’t say anything, just narrowed his eyes, looking at them.

“Can we come in?” asked Steve.

“Y’all here to cause trouble?” Kinsey asked.

“I don’t think so,” Steve said.

“Look, Kinsey,” Ghost said, “we was crazy last night. We didn’t even know what we was saying. Can we just forget about it…please?”

Kinsey made them wait for a long minute. “Why should I give y’all another chance? Y’all promise every time not to cause trouble..and then ya do it again. What’s gonna be different this time? Can ya tell me that, guys?”

They just shrugged, looking at the floor. “We can’t help it, Kinsey. It just happens,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, we don’t mean to wreck the place. We’re trying to be better – just, we’re sorry, Kinsey. I’m sorry I yelled,” Steve said.

Kinsey loved these two, like sons. He couldn’t stay mad at them for long, but he was trying to make a point…trying to teach them a better way to do things.

“Fine, ya’ll can come in, but really…cool it with the rampaging in here.”

Ghost smiled, “We love you too, Kinsey!”

Both Steve and Kinsey looked at him. Kinsey shook his head, “Go on get outta here.”

They went back into the club – Ghost to his writing wall, and Steve racked up the balls on the pool table. As they busied themselves, the front door opened quietly, and Nothing slipped in, alone.  He made his way over, in the darkened club, to the wall where Ghost was writing by the one light over the stage.

Ghost kept writing, finishing his thoughts, but he could sense that Nothing was staring at him. Then, he turned to Nothing. “Hey…” he said, not smiling.

Nothing had not changed in looks since the last time Ghost had seen him in New Orleans. “Hey, Ghost,” Nothing said.

Ghost didn’t speak, just tried pushing into Nothing’s mind, to get a sense of how things were. Nothing knew he was doing it, and let him…let Ghost see he was sorry how things went down; that he didn’t want to get revenge on Steve and Ghost for killing his father, Zilla, and Christian, too.

“Ghost,” Nothing finally began, “I just wanted to see you…see if you were ok. I still love you…but, I know there could never be anything between us…not after…well, there never could have been. We’re too different. I’m sorry for everything that happened, and for ever coming here. I didn’t know then. I just didn’t know what I was. Now I do, so…guess that’s it.”

Ghost knew he meant it; he didn’t totally hate Nothing, even now. But, he’d brought so much pain and misery to him and Steve…so much.

“Nothing…I can’t hate you…but, I can’t love you, either. We just want to forget – everything that happened.”

“I know, me too,” Nothing said, his eyes tearing up. “I’m leaving after tonight…just me. I’ll never come looking for you again.” His tears fell freely, now. He still had some human emotion, after all.

Ghost steeled himself against those tears. There was no way he wanted to be sucked back into Nothing’s world. “Steve wants to kill you,” he said. “I’ll try to hold him off, but you have to leave. Don’t come to our house, don’t send postcards…don’t…just don’t…’cause I’ll always back Steve…always…even if he kills you,” Ghost vowed.

Nothing nodded, “I know, Ghost.”

They both tensed up, as they heard Steve coming their way. “Hey, Ghost,” Steve was saying, as he came around the edge of the stage. He stopped short, when he saw Nothing.

“YOU!” he snarled. He looked at Ghost. “You, okay, Ghost?”

“Yeah, we just talked. It’s okay.”

“Steve…” Nothing began, “I’m leaving after the show, tonight. I don’t want to cause any trouble…just wanted to say good-bye to Ghost. I’ll never bother y’all again, that’s a promise.”

Steve was barely containing his loathing. “That’s right…you’ll never bother us again…’cause if I ever see your fucking vampire face again, I’ll blast it off with my gun. Just so it won’t be a surprise to ya, I’m telling ya right now, for future reference…got it?”

Nothing nodded, “I got it, Steve. I promised I wouldn’t let Zilla kill you, and I kept that promise. And, I promise I’ll stay away from y’all, from now on…forever.” He turned and left as quietly as he’d come in.

Steve and Ghost watched, as he went out the door.  “Good riddance,” Steve said, as he punched his fist into the wall. “Aaaggghhh,” he yelled. “That’s what I wanted do do to him. I swear, Ghost, if he comes to the house, I won’t ask questions…I’ll shoot to kill.”

Ghost gulped, “I know, Steve…and I’ll be right by you, doing the same.”

Steve looked at Ghost, and smiled. “Damn, Ghost…I think you finally grew a pair.”

Ghost smiled and shrugged, “Guess so.”

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 92

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Steve had found the address of the guy Terry had told him about. He parked at the curb. Nothing was unusual about the house or the neighborhood. There was nothing to indicate that this was someone operating outside the law. These were nice family homes, with kids playing in the front yards. He looked at the paper again. “Yep, this is the right place.”


He checked his wallet. He didn’t know how much a gun cost from this guy, but he’d brought $500.00 with him. He walked up to the door and rang the bell. A casually dressed man opened the door. Steve noticed he didn’t look mean, or thuggish at all.

“You must be Steve?” the man asked. “Terry gave me a call, said to be expecting you. Come on in.”

Steve followed him into a nicely furnished home, but was led out to the back yard, and to a storage shed.

“Terry said you were looking for some home protection…that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Steve said. “I’m not sure what I’d need for that, though.”

The man unlocked the shed door, and they went inside. “Well, I have a few I can show you; let’s take a look.”

There in homemade display cases, were guns of every size…from small lady-like pink ones, to full size rifles. The walls were lined with shelves full of ammunition. Steve just stared, not knowing even what to ask for.

“Let me suggest a couple of pretty popular ones, for home protection,” the man said, as he brought out two pistols. He described their features, and ease of use.

“That one,” Steve said as he pointed to one.

“Good, choice,” the man said, as he showed Steve how to load it, the type of ammunition, the safety lock, and a carrying case. “I’d advise a little practice, first. Maybe even take a gun safety class.” He hesitated a second, then said, “Here’s the thing, though…You never heard of me…you didn’t get the gun here. Make something up if you have to, but don’t ever mention my name, or implicate me in any way. Got it?”

“Sure, man, I got it,” Steve said. He paid the price that was asked, almost the whole $500.00, but Steve didn’t argue about it. He put the gun, in its padded, zippered case, into his jacket pocket, and left.

He was paranoid the whole way back to Missing Mile. He felt like everyone was staring at him…could see right through the car doors, through his jacket, and see the gun on display. He tried to drive carefully; he couldn’t chance getting pulled over with an illegal gun in his possession. He was even scared the thing was going to go off at any second, like a time bomb, fixing to explode…probably blow his crotch off…even if it wasn’t loaded.

He laughed, nervously. He even talked aloud to himself, “I can’t believe I did that. I bought a gun…a damn gun I don’t even know how to use. Shit, I’m scared to even touch it. How am I gonna shoot Nothing, when I’m too scared to pick it up. That kid will kill me with his fangs before I could get it out of my pocket. I’m an idiot,” his laugh now, more like a high-pitched giggle, verging on hysterical crying. “Now, I gotta figure out a way to tell Ghost. Oh, Lord, how am I gonna do that?” He worried and planned all the way home.

~

Ghost himself, was worrying how he was going to tell Steve about his own gun. He’d gotten home, and cleaned it, and reloaded, and put the safety on. He was sitting on the couch with it, practicing his aiming, as he had to now compensate for his eye problem, when he heard Steve pull up into the driveway. “Well, the time has come,” he thought. He wondered what Steve had done, too.

Steve gasped, as he came in the door, seeing Ghost sitting there aiming the gun at the bookshelves…one eye squinched shut, and a calm look on his face.

“Wha…what are you doing, Ghost?” He barely got the words out; he’d seemed to lose his breath at the sight.

Ghost put down the gun, and looked over at Steve, “Just practicing my aiming.”

“Where’d ya get that? Did you go out and buy it when I was gone?”

Ghost shook his head. “No, it’s mine. I’ve always had it. My grandmother gave it to me when I was a kid…and Steve, I’m sorry I never told ya about it…just…it never came up. I kinda forgot about it, too.” he looked up into Steve’s eyes. “I know how to use it. I took it out and practiced shooting it today…out in the woods.” He waited to see if Steve would tell him he’d gotten one, too.

“Well, shit, Ghost…if I’d have known you already had one, I wouldn’t have had to go get this one,” Steve said, as he pulled his gun out of his jacket. It was still in it’s padded case, but Steve held it like it was gonna explode.

“Do you know how to use it?” Ghost asked.

“Not really. The guy who sold it to me showed me a few things…but, I never shot a gun before.”

Ghost nodded, not wanting to make Steve feel bad. “Well, I can show you…we can go practice. Bring it over here and let me look at it, then.”

Steve carefully handed it over, and Ghost unzipped the case. “It’s a nice one, Steve,” he said, as he checked the safety on it…just in case. “Ya wanna go shoot it, now? I’ll show ya how.”

Steve was still awed by the fact that Ghost even knew about guns, much less that he had one, and could use it, and that he’d never, ever told him about it. “All these years, and you never told me? Jeeze, Ghost, that some secret ya held out on me.”

Ghost shrugged, “Well, it never seemed important. I never use it…at least in a long, long time. But since you was talking about needing one, ya know, just in case, well, I thought I’d practice again and…and…well, I’m telling ya now about it.”

“Yeah, I guess you are,” Steve smiled. “So, where do we go to shoot these things? I gotta learn how.”

Ghost grinned. “Come on.” He grabbed his jacket, heading for the back door. Steve followed.

“Grab some empty cans, too…we can shoot at them out in the woods,” Ghost said.

They reached the area where Ghost had practiced earlier. Steve set up his cans, and saw the others laying there, each with several holes in them.

“You shot all these?” he asked Ghost.

“Yeah, earlier,” Ghost nodded.

“How long do ya think I can get good at this?”

“Well, I don’t know…ya have to practice. Maybe you’ll do okay right now.”

“Well, show me what to do,” Steve said.

“Watch me first…remember the steps,” Ghost said. He flipped the safety switch off his pistol. “Don’t ever point it at anyone or anything unless you’re sure you’re gonna kill it.”

“I know, I know…” Steve said, but Ghost gave him a serious look. “What?” Steve asked.

“Are you gonna be serious about this, and listen?” Ghost asked. “These things are deadly…even on accident, even if sometimes you forget…it’ll still kill someone…maybe me, maybe even yourself…that’s why I’m kinda scared to even know you have it,” Ghost gulped. “You know how you are, Steve.” He didn’t have to spell it out. Steve knew Ghost meant when his temper flared, and he flew off into a rage.”

“You don’t have to be scared of me accidentally shooting you,” Steve said.

Ghost looked into Steve’s eyes…a silent prayer, that Steve would never be careless with the gun.

“Okay, then, here’s what you do.” He pointed at the cans, held the gun up at arm’s length, sighted, and fired. He hit the can. Steve jumped at the loud sound, and he was still amazed that Ghost could actually do it.

“Now, you do it,” Ghost said, putting the safety back on.

Steve took his gun out of it’s case. He wasn’t paying attention to how he held it, just held it up, looking for the safety switch. Ghost ducked, and hollered.

“Steve! Steve! Stop waving it around! You know how many times you just pointed it right at me? Pay attention to what you’re doing!”

“What? I didn’t point it at you. I was just looking at it.”

“Yeah, ya did, Steve…all that waving it around…just hold it with it pointed down at the ground…all the time …until you’re ready to actually shoot.”

“Sorry, now what?”

“Walk over there, keep it pointed down. Now flip the safety off.”

Steve did this, all right.

“Now hold it up and point it at the can you want to shoot. Look down the barrel and close one eye. If it’s still on the can, fine. If it’s not, try the other eye. Remember which one is accurate…that’s the one you always use.” He waited for Steve to find the right one.

“Got it? Now, slowly squeeze the trigger. It’ll be loud. Then, as soon as you fire, point it down again!” 


“Okay, but it seems so complicated…too much to remember,” Steve said, as he was trying to sight the can with his dominate eye.

“Yeah, you’re right, Steve, but this isn’t TV…this is real. So go on, shoot a can.”

Steve followed Ghost’s instructions, with only a couple of prompts. “Wow!” he said, after the first shot. “That was loud, and it really had a kick, huh? Did I hit it?”

Ghost almost laughed out loud at Steve’s remark. The pistol had absolutely no ‘kick’ at all to it, but he let it slide. “Sorry, dude, didn’t hit it, but you were close. So, try again, and keep on…you’ll get one soon enough.”

He sat down, to watch Steve ‘in action’ for awhile.

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 91

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Steve, meanwhile, had left the house that afternoon with a mission in mind. The problem was, that he wasn’t sure how to go about it. He’d never had any dealings with guns, or people who used them. He figured he could buy one at a gun store, but he was afraid they’d ask him what he wanted it for. And, if they did a background check, well…he was sure his record wasn’t exactly spotless. So, he drove over to Terry’s place. He knew he’d be at work at the record store, but maybe he could ask his advice.

Terry was busy with a customer, when Steve entered the Whirling Disc, so he just kept walking all the way to the back room, letting Terry know he needed to talk to him.

When Terry came back there, Steve just blurted out, “What’cha know about guns?”

“Uh…why, Steve? You planning on getting one?” Terry asked.

“Yeah, I gotta get one, and I need to know where should I get it,” Steve said.

“You gonna go hunting this year?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Steve said. “Only I never used one before. How do I get one, and how do I learn how to use it?”

“Well, if you’re hunting dove, ya need a smaller rifle, than if you’re hunting something bigger. It all depends. And, I guess the sporting goods store over in Raleigh would have shooting lessons, or something. Why don’t you just go there and find out?” Terry explained.

“Well, it’s not that easy, Terry. I need something now, today, and I need to know how to use it…today.”

“Wait a minute, Steve. What’s going on? This don’t sound like a hunting trip. What’s the real deal?”

“Terry, if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me, anyway. So, all I can say, is someone’s been breaking into our house, and I’m gonna be ready for next time.”

“So, do you know who it is? Did they take anything, did they threaten you and Ghost?”

“I know who it is, and it feels threatening, when they come in and harass us and spy on us all the time,” Steve said. “So, ya gonna hook me up, or what?”

Terry thought for a minute, frowning. “Let me think…uh, I know a guy over in Raleigh…deals in cash only, no questions asked…but, are you sure this is how you want to handle it? I mean, just call the cops on the guy; let them do their job…get him off the street, ya know.”

Steve nodded, then said, “I get ya, Terry, but this is a special circumstance. It’s an old score I need to settle, so yeah, I need protection at the house.”

“Well, okay…here’s the guy you need to see,” Terry said, as he wrote down the information. “But, really..try not to kill anyone. Just scare him off. That’d probably work, too.”

“We’ll see, Terry…thanks,” Steve said as he left.

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As he sped off down the highway out of town, he didn’t notice he was being watched. Terry needed a break, so he put his ‘Be Back Later’ sign on the shop door, and walked on down to the Yew. He needed to see Kinsey…let him know what was going on, now. He pushed open the door the the club, and hollered, “Hey, dude, where are ya?”

“Back here, Terry, c’mon in,” Kinsey hollered back. Kinsey was doing some office work, but motioned for Terry to take a seat. After another minute of adding up receipts, he looked up. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Uh, ya know I’m not one to gossip…heh, heh…but, I got something I want to let ya know about,” Terry said.

Kinsey shook his head, and sighed. “Don’t tell me, let me guess…it has something to do with those two renegades we call Steve and Ghost.”

Terry nodded, “Yep, and it don’t sound good.”

“What did they do this time…no wait…I don’t even want to know.”

“Well, here it is anyway. Maybe you can makes heads or tails out of it,” said Terry. “I got no freakin’ clue.” He shrugged, then begin telling Kinsey what had just happened.

“So, Steve comes in, just a few minutes ago, and he goes – hey, do you know anything about guns? – Well, sure I do, I mean, I got one under the counter…almost shot Ghost, that time. Anyway, come to find out, he wants to buy one. Like right now. Says it’s for protection out at the house…” he was interrupted by Kinsey.

“Protection…from what? They never had any trouble out there…why now?”

“Well, he says someone’s been breaking in, and threatening them, and all kinds of shit…I don’t know. Anyway, what I did, was I gave him the name of a guy over in Raleigh, ya know, he’ll sell him one, for sure. So Steve takes off, and now I’m telling you. What’d’ya think?”

Kinsey sat back, closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead. “Could be about that business last night. Probably is…I swear, Terry, I think they just go making up shit, so they can stay in trouble; can’t wait to get in the middle of something…gotta go looking for it.”

“What are you talking about?” Terry asked. “I was here for awhile; I didn’t see anything going on.”

“Well, you missed it then. There was plenty going on. I think they’ve finally gone crazy, this time,” Kinsey explained. “Steve was in here ranting about some kid was a goddam vampire, and he was after them. I laughed in his face, and told him he was officially insane, and to get outta my office. But, then Ghost comes in and totally freaks…thought he was gonna die on the spot, and kept saying why did Steve tell me.” Kinsey stopped, seeing Terry’s reaction to this was the same as he’d had the night before.

“Then, Steve goes on and on about New Orleans, and murder, and Ann, and I don’t know what all. Ghost was crying, and Steve was banging his fist on my desk, saying I have to believe him. And, it’s something to do with that little kid, Nothing, and it’s all his fault. Shit, Terry, I’d heard enough, and I kicked them out. That’s the last I heard. I don’t have time for this kinda crap…ya know?” Kinsey said.

“That’s crazy, Kinsey. Vampires? I know that kid is kinda creepy, but he does a good job booking our gigs, stuff like that,” Terry said. He thought about it a minute. “Well, you  know those other two in the band…they’re kinda weird too, living out there in the *murder house, where Trevor’s family got killed…but vampires?”

Kinsey nodded, “That’s what they said.”

“Sounds like Steve’s been smoking some of that shit I gave him, and watching too many horror movies on TV,” Terry said.

“Well, I don’t know, but Steve with a gun? That is real trouble, right there…you know how he is. I don’t like it, I don’t like it at all, Terry,” Kinsey said.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Terry asked.

“What do you mean, me? All I know is he’s not bringing it in here. I’m just scared they’ll kill each other, trying to figure out how to use the thing.”

They sat there imagining the many things that could go wrong.

“They’ll probably be here tonight, to see the band. At least, that’s what I heard ’em say,” Kinsey said. “Should I just not let them in?”

“Kinsey, they’re like our family…you can’t do that. These other guys…we don’t even know them, really. They just showed up outta nowhere. Maybe you should tell them to get lost.”

“Crap, Terry, I feel like I’m the mediator between two warring gangs. Why? Why me?”

“‘Cause, dude, you’re the only one around here that acts like a grown-up. You’re the only one that can keep us ‘kids’ in line,” Terry laughed.

“Hmmph, maybe I’ll resign the position and let hell break loose…let everybody do whatever the hell that want to,” Kinsey said.

“Good luck, man,” said Terry, as he got up to leave. “See ya tonight at the show, I guess.”

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*reference to murder house = in the book “Drawing Blood”, by Poppy Z. Brite, 1993, published by Dell

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 90

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They didn’t wake until almost noon the next day. After grabbing a bite to eat, Ghost settled on the couch to write awhile. Steve was restless, pacing around, muttering to himself.

“I’m going out for awhile,” he finally said.

Ghost looked up, knowing what Steve had in mind. “I’m not going with you,” he said.

“Okay, then…I’ll be back later,” said Steve.

Ghost tried to keep calm. He knew when Steve got back, he’d have a gun. It made him nervous. What he hadn’t mentioned to Steve, was that there was already a gun in the house. It was his own. His grandmother had left it to him. In fact, Ghost was a pretty good shot with it. He’d been using it since he was a kid. His grandmother let him shoot at tin cans, and other targets, until he was familiar with it, and was pretty accurate.

He never would shoot a bird, or squirrel, or rabbit, but she would. They had meat on the table that way. He hadn’t used it in a long time, though. He thought maybe he should get it out and practice a bit. He didn’t know why he’d never told Steve about it. Even when Steve came to live with them, they never brought it out when he was there.

Ghost went into the kitchen. The gun was hidden behind a false panel in the top cabinet. It had always been there. Steve had never had much interest in exploring up there, and he hardly ever cooked anything, so he’d had no reason to look way up there.

Pulling a chair over, he climbed up onto the cabinet. There wasn’t anything left up here anymore. Not since he’d thrown out all the old stuff, when they were looking for the journal. He pulled open the false panel, and reached in. The strong-box was right where he’d left it. It wasn’t locked, so he opened it. There was his gun, and a box of bullets. It wasn’t a huge one…just right for easy handling, and powerful enough to kill a squirrel, or an intruder…and maybe a vampire.

He took it and a handful of the bullets, got his jacket, and backpack, and left out the back door, heading for the woods. He grabbed a few empty beer cans from the trash barrel, on the way down the path. After walking about half a mile, he set the cans up. Taking aim, he began shooting. He hit most of the cans, but kept practicing. After about an hour, he put it away, and thought he probably should tell Steve about it, now. Steve should come out here and practice; maybe he’d never shot a gun before.

He walked on down to the big cemetery, where his grandmother’s grave was. He felt like he needed advice. As he reached her headstone, he knelt down and brushed away some fallen leaves.

“Hey, grandmother, it’s me. Sorry I haven’t been here in awhile. Me and Steve had a lot of stuff to do. We went on a road trip, and saw some graveyards. They weren’t as nice as this one, though. We stayed in a haunted house, for real…and the lady said she used to know you, but I didn’t like her. She called me a liar, and she was mean, so we left.

Well, I really need to ask you something,” he stopped for a minute. Picking up a crisp, fallen leaf, he twirled it around. Taking a deep breath, he continued. “Steve went to buy a gun, today, because he didn’t know I already had one. So, should I tell him?” He closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts, and leaned back against the headstone.

“He says he’s gonna maybe have to kill a vampire. See, there’s this kid who’s half vampire, and he’s maybe after us… I don’t know. I’m kinda mixed up about it anyway. I know what I saw, and I already killed one, and so did Steve. But we had to, ’cause they would’a killed us. But sometimes I don’t even believe there is such a thing.” He frowned, remembering.

“I saw them turn into a pile of dust. So, what am I supposed to do?” He gazed up into the overhanging trees, trying to clear his mind to any messages he might receive. It was quiet way out here in the cemetery…only the sounds of nature. Sleepy chirping of birds, ready for their afternoon naps, was all he could hear. The breeze ruffled the tops of the trees, a few yellow and orange leaves, swirling down onto him. Picking one up, he studied it, knowing it was a small death, to the tree, but not a forever death; the tree would recover in the spring.

“Are you here?” he whispered into the air. He closed his eyes. Memories of him and his grandmother began to form in his mind’s eye. The times they’d walked in these woods, her showing him plants…good ones and bad ones. She’d taught him about the way insects and squirrels, and all of nature prepared themselves for the cold winter ahead. And, that they did the same, by gathering food from the garden, preserving it for later. He remembered her teaching him to use the gun, and her stories of the old days…how they’d learned to survive.

And, how there were good and bad people in the world, just like the insects and plants, and how each learned to defend themselves…their place in the world. They all had in them the will to survive, and the stakes were high. It was kill or be killed back then, just as now.

And then he could hear her voice, as clear as if she were right here in front of him. “Ghost child, you are a survivor. You are strong and you know in your heart what is right and what is wrong. You must allow this to guide you when faced with a choice…a difficult choice…in whatever form it presents itself to you.

Your spirit wants to live, at whatever cost, and you must take action to preserve that. You must be willing to do whatever it takes, to commit to your beliefs, and not be swayed in the presence of ridicule or evil. That is your true self. Listen to it, Ghost child, listen to it.”

Ghost opened his eyes, waiting for more, but there was no more. A feeling of calm and peacefulness was left in him. He felt more sure of what he should do, now. And now, it was time to go home…to find Steve, to face whatever came their way together.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 89

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As they left the club after talking with Kinsey, the fresh, cool air revived them, and cooled them down.

“Steve, why did you say anything?” Ghost asked.

“I had to…I had to warn him of the danger. This puts everyone we love in danger. He had to know, Ghost, he had to.”

They left for home. Steve was so paranoid, he kept looking over his shoulder, and in the rear view mirror, thinking every shadow was Nothing. Ghost was shivering so much his teeth were chattering. Neither wanted to admit they were scared. At the house, they walked carefully up to the door. Ghost held up his arm in front of Steve.

“Wait, something’s not right.” He concentrated, and what he sensed, was someone had been in the house while they’d been gone. He knew it was Nothing. He looked at Steve, and nodded.

“Do ya think he’s still in there?” Steve whispered.

“No, he’s gone, but he was snooping around, not long ago.”

Steve looked all around the yard and woods, on either side of the house, but it was too dark to make out anything. “What if he’s still out there, watching us right now?”

“He’s not,” Ghost said, with certainty. He pushed open the door, knowing it had been locked when they’d left, but wasn’t, now. They went in, turning on all the lights, and making a check of all the rooms. Nothing seemed out of place, but the air had a heavy feeling now.

“It stinks of evil, Ghost…even I smell it,” Steve said.

Ghost was already lighting a sage smudge, to wave around.

“This is crazy,” Steve said. “I keep thinking they’re all gonna bust in here, like last time.”

“Yeah, me too,” Ghost agreed. “But, Nothing’s by himself now, just him and those two band guys, and I guess they’re regular people…not vampires.”

“Yeah? Well, we’ll see, I guess. He probably already turned ’em into one by now, so…”

Ghost gave Steve a look. “You know that’s ridiculous, don’t you?” Ghost said.

“So what? So is vampires…I seen it with my own eyes, and I still don’t believe it happened. I think they’re just mean, evil people…you know, just people people.” Steve said, but he was talking to an empty room, as Ghost had gone waving his sage broom around in the kitchen.

“Hey, what are we gonna do now?” Steve hollered to Ghost.

“We’re just gonna act normal,” Ghost said, as he came back into the living room. “We are not gonna go asking for trouble. When we see him…and we will, we’ll just talk and see what he’s up to. If it looks like he’s minding his own business, then fine. If not, guess we gotta kick some vampire butt.”

“Kick some vampire butt…hah! That sounds like fun,” Steve laughed.

“Yeah, but only if he’s up to no good. Maybe he just wants to show us his band, and say hi…tell us what he’s been doing all this time. Maybe he’s joined the good side, now, and forgot about his vampire half,” Ghost said, being optimistic.

“Uh-huh, sure, we’ll see about that,” Steve said. “So do you want the first half of the night, for guard duty, or the last half?” Even he wasn’t sure if he was serious or not.

Ghost rolled his eyes, and went into his bedroom. Steve made sure the doors were locked, and went to bed, too. Tomorrow night they were supposed to go see Terry’s band play. Nothing was sure to be there.

Ghost lay in bed, not sleeping. He knew Steve was awake, too. As the old house settled, in the cool night air, there was the usual creaks and noises. The wind picked up, making the tree branches scrape against the windows, casting shadows on the wall. Steve jumped with every sound, even familiar ones. “Ghost, did you hear that?” he asked every few minutes. “What was that? Did you hear it?”

“Yeah, it was just the refrigerator coming on,” Ghost hollered back.

Steve got up and came into Ghost’s bedroom. “I can’t sleep, too much noise…scootch over,” he said, as he got into bed with Ghost. “Tell me a story, or sing me a song, Ghost…anything to take my mind off everything.”

“Uh, well…okay…let me think of something,” Ghost said. Steve lay there waiting. The wind made an eerie, whistling sound through the cracked window.

“Well, hurry up, Ghost.”

“You remember those *Siamese twins we saw that time; when your car broke down out in the country?”

“Yeah, what about ’em? They died, already,” Steve said.

“Well, I don’t think they did, really, Steve. I had a dream about ’em, and they were alive, back on their farm. That quack doctor that sawed them apart, he almost killed them. He thought they were dead, though, but they pulled through. They were in real bad shape…all cut up, and infected, but eventually got better.”

“That’s dumb, Ghost. If they were half dead, how’d they go get food…how’d they get medicine…how’d they get back to their home? Their parents didn’t even want them, anymore. That’s why they never came looking for them,” Steve said.

“I don’t know all that; I just dreamed it, that they were still alive.”

“Well, crap…now ya got me thinking of creepy, half dead, cut apart Siamese twins. I don’t know what’s worse, that or real alive vampires.” Steve sat up on the edge of the bed. I’m gonna get something to eat. Maybe that’ll help.

Steve went to the kitchen, and rummaged around in the fridge, finally settling on baloney and a piece of bread. Sitting at the table, in the dark, he felt a chilly breeze on his bare feet. Then, he noticed the back door was open a bit. “That’s weird,” he thought. “I know I locked the doors. Guess it wasn’t closed good, and the wind blew it open.”

He got up and closed it, making sure it was locked, this time. As he passed by the counter, he noticed a piece of notebook paper, lying there. It was too dark to read it, so he turned on the small light over the sink, to take a closer look.

“Ghost! Ghost! Get in here! Look at this!” he hollered.

Ghost came in, squinting his eyes against the sudden light. “What is it?”

“Look, this wasn’t in here before…I just found it…it’s from Nothing.”

Ghost took the paper and read…’Ghost, I have to talk to you. Meet me at the club tomorrow, before the show.’ And, again it was signed in blood.

“He was in here, Ghost! After we went to bed. This note was not here earlier,” Steve said.

“Turn off the light, Steve…now!” Ghost said. “He’s still out there, he can see us in this light, reading his note.”

Steve flipped off the light, and they both stared out the window, into the darkness.

“What the hell does he want? Why is he sneaking around?” Steve asked. He went to the door and yanked it open. “Hey, Nothing! We know you’re out there! Come out in the open, you’re not scaring us with your tricks, you little bastard!” Steve yelled.

They waited, but Nothing didn’t show himself. Steve slammed the door shut. “That does it. I’m getting a gun. The next time he comes sneaking into our house, he’ll wish he hadn’t. I mean it Ghost…this is harassment, and it’s gonna stop.”

“He’s gone, now,” Ghost said, as he continued to look out the window. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow. And, you’re not getting a gun.”

“Yeah? Watch me.”

Ghost turned and went back to his bed. “He’s not gonna bother us anymore tonight. I’m gonna go to sleep. You can keep watching if you want to.”

“You’re not gonna talk me out of it, Ghost,” Steve hollered.

Ghost knew Steve would do what he said…and he knew he was actually okay with it. He was tired of the harassment and sneakiness, too. And, if Steve did shoot Nothing…well, so what? Was it really murder, if the one that got killed was not even human…or even half? Maybe it’d be like Christian and Zilla…he’d just shrivel up into dust…into nothing.

He closed his eyes, and tried to block out any and all thoughts.

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*Siamese twins reference = from the book “Wormwood” by Poppy Z. Brite, chapter 1, “Angels”, Dell Publishing, 1994.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 88

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When they turned onto the main street in town, there were lots of cars parked up and down the street, and the jukebox was playing loud music, filtering out into the night air. Entering the club, they made their way to the bar, greeting friends along the way. Kinsey was busy pouring drinks and serving food, so he just brought them a beer, and said he’d talk to them when he got a break.

Steve downed his beer in a couple of gulps, as he scanned the crowd. He didn’t see who he was pretending not to look for. Ghost went over to read the wall and see what was new since they’d been away. He noticed the postcards he and Steve had sent, pinned there, and lots of new writings all around them, mostly saying how much they missed him and Steve.

He then noticed a vaguely familiar handwriting. It said ‘come home soon Ghost. We need to talk’, and it was signed…Nothing…the same way he always signed his name, the letter T with a long tail. It was also kind of drippy looking…like the ink had flowed too fast. But, looking closer, Ghost realized it had been written in blood…Nothing’s blood.

He closed his eyes. He could picture Nothing standing there, at this very wall, maybe stabbing himself to get at his blood…writing those words. Shivering, he turned to look out over the crowd. He sensed that Nothing wasn’t there, but he still felt a strangeness in the air…a sort of leftover essence. He also knew, now, that it was true…Nothing was back in town.

Ghost wasn’t afraid of him, but it still gave him a creepy feeling, to know Nothing had been in this club, at this wall…Ghost’s wall…getting all up in his and Steve’s space, talking to their friends, and nobody knew the real Nothing. He felt violated. And then, Steve was on the verge of exploding with anger…there was going to be trouble, and he was going to be right in the middle…again.

Ghost looked over at Steve, and tried to send him a message…to keep cool. Steve didn’t seem to get it. He just waved back at Ghost. In fact, Steve had been distracted by a crowd of kids, over in the arcade room. Lots of laughter and bustling around, and it was centered on two guys at one of the games.

He’d never seen these two before. One was nerdy looking – skinny, with wild dark hair, not unlike his own. Nothing unusual about that. The other guy was a bit taller, a bit older, and had long, ginger colored hair, held back in a pony tail down his back. They definitely were holding the crowd’s attention.

As he watched, the two laughed, then kissed. Okay, Steve thought, they are a couple. But, who are they? Grabbing his third beer, he started over there to see what was up. But, just then, Kinsey grabbed his arm and motioned to come talk.

Kinsey led him back to his office, where it was quieter, and closed the door. He sat down and propped his aching feet up on the desk. Steve sat on the worn out old couch.

“I’ll tell ya, Steve, the older I get, the longer these night get,” Kinsey laughed, shaking his head. He knew he’d never retire from his club…he loved it.

“Well, glad you and Ghost are back home. Did ya have a blast, or what?”

Steve wasn’t really in a talking mood, at least about the trip. He wanted to know about the two guys he saw. “Yeah, the trip was great, Kinsey. We got a lot of pictures and stuff for Ghost’s book, and saw lots of weird shit, and played a few places. But it was time to come home for awhile, ya know.” He didn’t offer up any more details, and they just stared at each other, the moment growing awkward.

“What the hell’s wrong with ya, Steve? You don’t seem like yourself. What’s going on?”

Steve sighed. “I don’t know, Kinsey,” he said, rubbing his face in his hands. “Things seem weird since we got back…changed, or something.”

“You and Ghost getting along ok?” Kinsey asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine…just…something Terry told us got us worried, now.”

“Well, spill it, what’d he say?”

“He said some guy came looking for us, here in town, and he didn’t want to cause trouble, but..but…that’s all he does is cause trouble.”

Kinsey frowned. “I don’t want any trouble in here, Steve. This place is off limits for that shit.”

“I know, Kinsey, but…”

“No…no buts, Steve. I mean it. What kind of trouble are you expecting? What’s he done in the past, and who is he? Do I know him?”

“Kinsey, I can’t even talk about it…but, he’s dangerous. Kinsey, he almost killed me and Ghost…or rather his posse did, and he had everything to do with Ann’s death!” Steve got up from the couch, pacing around the office.

“All that shit that went down in New Orleans…well…we never told ya the whole story, Kinsey, and I said I’d never talk about it again…but now, here he is, come looking for us…for Ghost!” Steve stared hard at Kinsey, his jaw clenching, his eyes narrowed.

“God, Kinsey…he’s obsessed with having Ghost for himself. I can’t let that happen. I’ll kill him first!”

“Hey, hold on, Steve, settle down. You’re not gonna kill anyone, ya hear? And what’s Ghost got to say about it? Does he know this creep’s back in town?”

“Yeah, and he says he’s not afraid of him, but I can tell he is. Man, I’m so messed up!” Steve said.

“So, who is he? I won’t let him in here,” said Kinsey.

Steve stared right into Kinsey’s eyes. “Nothing…his name is Nothing.”

Kinsey was confused. “That little kid? That little goth kid? I’ve seen him…he manages that band Terry put together. They play here some nights. What’s dangerous about him?”

Steve banged his fist on Kinsey’s desk. “Trust me, he’s evil…he’s not even human…he’s a vampire!”

Kinsey couldn’t believe his ears. “Steve! Have you lost your marbles for real this time?” He was laughing. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Shut up, Kinsey! You have no idea. Stop laughing.” Steve began pacing around again, pulling at his wild hair and looking crazed. “I have to get rid of him before he hurts someone else.”

Just then, the door opened, and Ghost came in looking for Steve. He took one look at the scene in front of him, turned even paler than usual, and burst out in tears.

Kinsey was stunned at this turn of events, and was at a loss for words, just staring from Steve to Ghost. These two caused chaos everywhere they went.

“You told him?” Ghost whispered, looking like he was going to pass out. “Why?”

“Yeah, I told him all about Nothing, your vampire stalker…and what I was gonna do to him.”

Ghost turned frightened eyes to Kinsey.

“He laughed in my face, Ghost…didn’t believe a word of it,” Steve said. “Isn’t that right, Kinsey? How long ya known us, huh? We ever lie to you? No! But now you don’t believe us when we tell ya something about how there’s evil out there, looking for us? Just because you don’t believe in vampires?” Steve was breathing hard.  “Hate to tell ya this, but you had one working for ya awhile back…Christian…yeah, he was one. Say it…vampire, vampire…but he’s gone now, cause I killed him. Good and dead, vampire dead, and Ghost killed Christian’s lover vampire, Zilla…deader than dead…and guess what? Nothing is Zilla’s son. So, yeah, he’s a vampire, too. And he’s after Ghost and me…and, and…we’re not lying, and we’re not crazy, Kinsey. And…” Steve ran out of words, as tears ran down his face from frustration.

Ghost was in tears, Steve was in tears, and Kinsey was reeling with all this crazy talk and drama. He’d never had reason to doubt Steve or Ghost, ever…about anything, but this…this, well, he didn’t know what to think, to believe, to say.

“I’m sorry guys. This is just so outlandish. I’ve never heard anything like this in my life. But, I’m sorry I laughed, Steve. You just caught me off guard. I know y’all wouldn’t lie to me, but, I don’t know…could you be mistaken about the vampire thing?”

“Kinsey,” Steve said, calmly, too calmly, “you believe whatever you want, but we’re not mistaken” He pulled Ghost up from the floor, where he’d collapsed, and they went out the door, and out of the club.

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