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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 198

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 198

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 198

warning…adult content

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Ghost reached for his jacket, then handed Steve the phone. He called in their take-out order from the diner, then noticed that Zach had called, a little earlier.

“Did you talk to Zach, yet?” Steve asked. “Looks like he called.” He handed the phone to Ghost, who frowned at it.

“Oh, yeah…I gotta talk to him…but private. I’m going out there,” Ghost said, as he went out into the club area.

“It’s a madhouse around here sometimes, Linda, as you can see,” Steve said.

“Yes, and I’m loving every minute of it,” Linda said. “I’ll get a few things from upstairs, then I’ll be ready to go.”

“Ok…hey, Kinsey, we’re fixin’ to leave. Guess we’ll catch up with ya tomorrow,” Steve said.

“Oh, sure, Steve. You feeling ok, now? Sorry, for hitting ya,” Kinsey said.

“I’m fine, Kinsey, it’s no big deal,” Steve said, then went out to find Ghost.

He saw him still talking on the phone, so just motioned to come out to the car, when he was finished. Linda came downstairs, and she and Steve walked out the back door.

~

Ghost finally got Zach back on the phone. “Hey, Zach, it’s me. I gotta know something.”

“Hi, Ghost…what’s up?”

“Um, you know that thing we got, that’s a secret from Steve?”

“Yep, it’s still a secret, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, but when is it gonna not be anymore…like I don’t know when…’cause I don’t, and you need to tell me, so I can get things ready,” Ghost said.

Zach took a second to figure out what Ghost was asking. “Oh, you need to know when the car will be delivered, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Ok, it’s going to be tomorrow afternoon, at least that’s what they said.” He was still not sure how to talk to Ghost, when things of time and numbers came up…how to get him to understand. “You know what tomorrow afternoon is, don’t you, Ghost?” Zach asked.

“Kinda, but…but, when is that?” Ghost sounded like he had no idea.

Zach sighed. “Ok, tonight is when it gets dark, and you go to sleep. Tomorrow is when it gets light and you wake up. Then you eat breakfast, then you eat lunch, then afternoon is then…between lunch and supper. So the car should be delivered before supper tomorrow.”

“Oh, ok…I think I got it,” Ghost said. “So we have to be home all day?”

“Yeah, pretty much, ’cause you gotta sign the papers that say you got the car,when they bring it,” Zach explained.

“Ok, cool…I’ll plan something for when Steve sees it,” Ghost said. “Thanks, Zach.”

“Good luck…I’m sure Steve will love his surprise,” Zach said.

Ghost smiled, thinking about the Christmas surprise for Steve, then went down the hall. “Bye, Kinsey, see ya later.”

“Bye, Ghost…” Kinsey said.

As Ghost walked outside, he saw that it was beginning to snow. He tried to catch snowflakes in his mouth. Steve and Linda watched him, as they sat in the car.

“Steve, you amaze me,” Linda said. “Just from the last couple of days, I can say I am proud of you, and proud to be your sister.” She hugged him close.

“Thanks, Sis, but I don’t do anything special. I just try to make it through each day as best I can,” Steve said. “Just like everybody else.”

“No, not everybody. Not everybody has the thing inside them that makes them overcome trouble in their lives…to keep on, in the face of hard knocks…to face their worst fears, and to have patience and love enough inside them to keep on, Steve.” She smiled, and looked out at Ghost, again.

“Look at Ghost…he has it, too. In spite of everything, both of you keep on, never giving up, no matter what. That’s what I see. I see that you two belong together,” Linda said. “You both hold the other up, when it gets tough. It’s inspiring, Steve.” She shrugged, and said, “And, sorry if I’m getting all sappy about it, but I just love you…and now, I love Ghost, too.”

Steve sighed. “Thank you, Linda. It does get hard, sometimes.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “For awhile, when I didn’t have Ghost, when he left me…I really thought I’d die. I was dead inside already…and he saved me by coming back to me…forgiving me…” Steve caught his breath. “And, I’ll never take that for granted, again…never.” He looked out the car window, at Ghost.  “Linda…I got him a ring…for Christmas. I know we can probably never really be married…not officially, but I feel we are, already.”

“Oh, Steve,” Linda said. “I can see that, too…and a ring…well, that’s going to mean so much to him.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, smiling. “I had it engraved on the inside. It says ‘forever more’, ’cause that’s us…and our names, too. That word has been one of Ghost’s favorite things to describe us, even since the first,” Steve said.

“So it’s a surprise?” Linda asked.

“Yeah, I’m giving it to him tomorrow. We already planned to do our gifts on Christmas Eve,” Steve said. “I don’t have any idea what he’s got for me, but even if it was nothing, it would be everything…just him.”

“Aww, Steve, you’re going to have me crying any second,” Linda said, wiping away a tear.

“I wish I’d have known you were coming here sooner. I’d have gotten you something,” Steve said.

Linda shook her head. “No, I have everything I need, right here, Steve…being here with you.” She took his hand and kissed it.

Just then, Ghost ran over and jumped in the back seat. “Hey, y’all, it’s freaking cold out there. Can we go, huh? And, I’m hungry, and Steeeve, you promised we’d get a tree today, and we haven’t yet. Today is the day, isn’t it, or is it tomorrow? I’m learning day words, I think. Zach was explaining it to me on the phone, ’cause I needed to know when is tomorrow, ’cause…well just ’cause…so let’s get one, ok? And I got all those things to put on it. Linda can help now, too.” He stopped to take a breath. “Did ya hear me?” Ghost asked, looking at Steve and Linda.

They started laughing. “Yes, we heard you, loud and clear, Ghost,” Steve said.

“I say we go get our food, and a tree, and go to y’all’s  house, right now,” Linda said.

“Ok, then…the mission is…get food, and find a tree, and go home,” Steve said, as he backed the car out, and headed for the diner.

On the way, they passed by the little grocery store. “Hey, look…” Steve said, slowing down. “They have some trees for sale. You want to get one of these, Ghost?”

“Yes, yes, yes…stop,” Ghost said, and as soon as Steve parked the car, he jumped out. There were only a few trees left…none of them perfect, but Ghost hugged them all, and he did find the one he wanted. He told the other trees, he was sorry, but he could only take one of them home.

“This here tree is it,” he told Steve.

“Ok, then,” Steve said, and went inside to pay for it. Then finding a length of rope in the trunk of the car, he and Ghost tied it to the roof. Then they went on down to the diner. Linda and Steve went in to get their food order.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Steve asked the waitress.

“Steve, hi…well, I’m about finished with my shift. Everything’s been good. Are you and Ghost ready for Christmas?” she asked.

“Yeah, we just got our tree. Ghost is out in the car. Oh, this is my sister, Linda. She’s here to visit, all the way from California.”

“Hope you enjoy our little town, Linda,” the waitress said. “You’re welcome in here, anytime.”

With their food ready to go, Steve and Linda went back to the car. The waitress asked the manager, “I didn’t know Steve had a sister, did you?”

“I think I heard of one that ran away, years ago. Guess she’d be the one,” he said.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

warning      warning      warning      warning

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 … # 197

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 197

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 197

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Linda watched Steve and Ghost dance, for a few minutes, tears running down her face. She then turned and went up to her room. As she got comfortable on the bed, she thought about all Steve had told her. There was so much about him that she’d not known. She wished it had been different…his life…her life…but now this meeting, this finding each other, was the beginning of a new part of them…of her family…and his.

She had been shocked and sad to hear of Steve and Ghost’s past. That he had actually beat Ghost to death, that poor child, and only God’s grace had saved him, up on the mountain. That Ghost had come back and forgiven Steve, that Steve had conquered his alcoholism, and tempered his anger and violent nature, was heart wrenching to hear what they’d been through. All that Steve had now become, was because of Ghost, and of Steve’s love for him.

She then thought of this little town, and how everyone knew and looked after each other. That would never happen in L. A. Most people didn’t know or care about their neighbors. Maybe it would be good to live here, and give the kids a more gentle environment to grow up in. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.

Finally, she decided to bring up the subject to Lisa, but that would be tricky. Lisa now had a fiancé and a good job. She wouldn’t want to move here. These thoughts were all swirling in her head, but eventually she did fall asleep for a long nap.

~

Steve and Ghost had continued dancing and making out, there in the empty darkness, awhile longer. Their kisses and touches getting more insistent…and they could wait no longer. Steve was breathing hard, and Ghost was relaxed and dreamy eyed, as they made their way to the dressing room behind the stage.

Leaving the lights off, and locking the doors, they fell onto the couch and satisfied their need for each other, as the jukebox music played on.

~

Kinsey meanwhile, had finished his cooking and had sat down for a coffee break. The club would be busy tonight, even if it was just a regular night…no featured band. But, sometimes the kids would bring their guitars or fiddles, whatever they played, and had impromptu jam sessions. Whoever wanted to could get on stage and join in. He was wondering where everyone had gone, when he heard a phone ringing…or rather playing a song he knew wasn’t from his phone.

He looked around, finally seeing that it was the phone Ghost had shoved into his Army jacket pocket. He’d left it there in the kitchen. Fumbling around, Kinsey answered it, just in time. “Hello?”

“Uh, this isn’t Ghost,” Zach said.

“No, Zach…it’s Kinsey.”

“Oh…well, I’m calling Ghost back. He wanted to talk earlier.”

“Yeah, well, he’s off doing something with Steve,” Kinsey said. “I’ll go find him. They’re out in the club somewhere.”

He walked out into the bar area, scanning over the dance floor, but didn’t see them, so walked down the hall to the dressing room. Trying the doorknob, he found it was locked. Curious, he stared at it a second, then heard noises coming from inside the room. There was no mistaking what was going on in there. He shook his head, and walked away, back to the kitchen.

“Zach, I found ’em, but they’re not able to come to the phone. When they come out, I’ll tell them to call you, ok?” Kinsey explained.

“Yeah, ok,” Zach said. “But, just tell Ghost…Steve don’t need to know.”

“Ok, got it,” Kinsey said. He went back to his coffee, putting the phone back in the jacket pocket.

As he sat there, feet propped up on an adjacent chair, he went over what else needed to be done before opening. He had another few hours, though. He closed his eyes, and was just dozing off, when he heard laughing, and what sounded like a horse coming down the hallway. “What the hell is going on?” he thought, as Ghost and Steve banged the kitchen door open, and staggered in, almost falling down. Ghost was riding on Steve’s back like a horse, as Steve struggled to stay upright.

Ghost ducked his head as they came in, which threw Steve off balance, and they both tumbled to the floor, laughing. Their hair was wildly mussed up, and their clothes put on haphazardly, but their eyes, as they laughed, were dark with pleasure. Kinsey laughed, too, thinking they were just like a couple of playful puppies.

Steve brushed himself off. “Hey, Kinsey…what’s up?”

“I think you two are up…high as a kite up. Y’all been into Terry’s weed out there?” Kinsey asked.

“Sure, Kinsey…we’re always into Terry’s weeeed,” Ghost said. He plopped down on a chair next to Kinsey, pulled out a hastily rolled joint, and said, “Here…ya want some, too?” He held it up, right in Kinsey’s face, trying hard to focus. Steve was just standing there looking zoned out.

“Guys, get it together. Put that away now,” Kinsey said. “This is a respectable business. What if the sheriff walks in?”

“We got respect too, don’t we, Steve?” Ghost asked. He looked over at Steve, and repeated “‘Spect, re…spect…table…re-spect-table…is that what you said, Kinsey? Well, huh…anyway, who ya talking ’bout…’ol Jimmy? The one that’s a cop? Good ‘ol Jimmy…right Steve? He comes over all the time and lights up with us. So…maybe we’ll call him to come over too, now…over here…not there, and ya know…just have this…this…” he peered at the joint in his hand. What do you call this, anyway?” He starting laughing.

Kinsey saw that Ghost was descending into craziness, and he needed to somehow bring him back to reality. He took the joint from Ghost, meaning to throw it away. As he yanked it out of Ghost’s hand, his arm went back, and it hit Steve square in the face. Kinsey and Ghost both watched, as Steve fell backward to floor…out cold.

“Steve!” yelled Ghost. “You killed Steve!” He kept on, going over to revive him. “Wake up, Steve.” Ghost was on the floor, yelling at him, and shaking Steve’s shoulders.

Steve was only out for a minute, but he had a lump on his forehead. “What happened?” he asked, slowly coming around.

“Kinsey killed you, but now you’re back.” Ghost was still hollering.

Kinsey had ran to get a package of frozen peas. “Here put these on your head,” he said, as he put the package on.

Ghost grabbed it, though. “He don’t wanna eat these…they ain’t even cooked.”

“Ghost, shut up…move back. Steve will be ok…give him some room.” Kinsey pushed Ghost out of the way. All three were on the floor now.

Linda had been woken up at the first loud noises, and she’d come downstairs. She’d witnessed the whole incident, and knew it wasn’t serious, just an accident. She was doubled over with laughter, seeing the three of them. Then, they noticed her there, and they all started laughing, even Steve, with his lumpy head. Eventually, they were able to get control.

“Sorry that you got hurt, Steve, but that was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Y’all remind me of the three Stooges,” Linda said. “Whew, my stomach hurts.”

Kinsey got up from the floor. “It was all an accident. Didn’t mean to knock ya out, Steve.”

“Yeah, I know…but what did I miss?” Steve asked.

“You missed me yelling at you, that’s what,” Ghost said. “Do you need me to yell at ya some more?”

“No, no more yelling,” Kinsey said. “Here, Steve…” he held out his hand to help Steve up. “Sit here a minute, you’ll be fine.” He got Steve settled in a chair, then went to check on his stew.

Ghost was crawling around on the floor, looking for the joint that had fallen. Linda was watching him. “Steve, what’s he doing?” she asked.

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know…hey, Ghost…what are you doing?”

“Looking for the joint, Steve. It’s here somewhere. I gotta find it.” He stopped every few seconds, to push his hair out of his eyes. “I think it flew away, when Kinsey hit you…and maybe I need some, ’cause this whole day has been so weird, ya know.  And now, I want to go sit in the graveyard.” He looked up at Linda. “Hey, come to our house, ok? You never seen it, and we have a really cute cat I wanna show ya, and…”

Steve started talking to Linda, leaving Ghost to babble on, there on the floor. “Yeah, you should come see our place,” he said. “We can go now.”

“Well, sure, Steve. I’d like that. Is there someplace to get take-out…a pizza or hamburgers, or something? I’ll treat y’all,” Linda said.

“Sure, there’s a diner. We can call and order something, then go pick it up.”

“Ghost was still going on, saying whatever came to mind. “He’s still talking,” Linda said, looking down at Ghost.

Nodding, Steve said, “Yeah, he never shuts up. It’s ok, he does it all the time.” He nudged Ghost with the toe of his boot. “Hey, Ghost…Ghost…shut up for a minute. We’re going to get food, and go home. Get your stuff. Where’s my phone, anyway? I’m calling in our order.”

“It’s in my jacket,” Ghost said, reaching for it.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

***

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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

warning      warning      warning      warning

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 … # 196

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 196

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Linda got quiet, as she and Steve continued their conversation. “Steve, there’s one more thing I have to tell you. It’s about our mom.”

“Mom? Did she find you?” Steve asked.

Linda shook her head. “No, she passed away, before she could.”

Steve took in a sharp breath. “No…how…when?”

“It was a few months before Lisa began teaching. Lisa told me, and it was sad, really. She said they’d done the same as I had, tried to make it however they could. She’d gotten a pretty good job, and everything seemed ok, but she was still a broken woman, Steve. After all the abuse here, and not having me and you…it took it’s toll. She got sick, Lisa said, and just never recovered. It was a year past, when I found Lisa.”

“God, that’s awful, Linda. I had no idea what happened to any of y’all,” Steve said. Shaking his head, he said, “It wasn’t any better here…he hated me, ya know. He blamed everything on me, but it was all his drinking. I mean, I was just a kid… I didn’t know anything different, just I knew it was wrong. Half the time he wasn’t even at home, and the rest of the time, he was beating me up.” He stopped for a minute, remembering the bad times.

“It was so hard, Linda…and staying in school, that’s all I had going for me, and that wasn’t much better, but it kept me out of Dad’s way for awhile. He did do one thing, though. I don’t know why, unless it was to buy me off so I wouldn’t turn him in, ya know. Anyway, he got me a car, when I was fourteen. I didn’t have a license, but I drove it anyway.” He rubbed his forehead, thinking back.

“He was worse than ever after that, though…when he was home. I’d had it, Linda. I wanted out of there. But, then I met Ghost.” He smiled, and his frown went away. “Ghost saved me, and I saved him.”

Steve told his sister the whole story of him and Ghost, leaving nothing out…even the bad parts. “I’m so in love with Ghost, Linda…and I don’t deserve to have him. I don’t know why he stays…why he still loves me, but he does.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “Oh, God, Linda, I’m so afraid, every day, that it will be over…that he will leave me again, or disappear, or something.” He said a silent prayer, that that day would never come.

Linda took his hands, again. “Steve, look at me. You do deserve Ghost’s love for you. Don’t say you don’t. Y’all have had a hard road, but managed to work it out, the way that’s best for both of you.” She sighed. “That young man out there…I can tell he is so, so special. He can see into people’s hearts, and he knows you are a good person. From what you’ve told me, he has some problems, but then, we all do, in one way or another. Just keep loving each other as best you can. I love Ghost already, too.”

“Thank you, Linda…and thank you for loving Ghost,” Steve said. He hesitated before speaking again. “Um, there’s something else that’s been worrying me,” he said, looking down. “I was scared you’d not like us…me…because I’m gay.” Clearing his throat, he continued. “I had a hard time admitting it to myself. I tried not to be…I had lots of girlfriends…one I was going to marry. Her name was Ann, and my God, Linda, she was murdered. It messed me up for a long time, trying…trying to figure out why…you know. Why did things go so wrong? And then, later on, I began to realize, it was Ghost that I loved…was in love with. Somehow, I sort of knew, way back in the early days, but I couldn’t understand my feelings, then.

Ghost knew before I did. He stayed through it all…all the running around I did…all the pain I must have cause him, to see that. Argggh…why did it take me so long?”

Linda made him look at her. “Steve, I love you …it doesn’t matter that you’re gay…that you love Ghost. I’m just happy for you, and that you have someone that loves you unconditionally.” She sighed. “It didn’t last for me, and maybe I’ll find someone like that some day. So don’t worry about it any more, ok?”

Steve nodded. “Ok, and thank you, Linda, I needed to hear that.” He reached out to hug his sister. “So what now?” he asked. I don’t want us to just find each other, and that’s all. You live so far away.”

“I know,” Linda said. “And, I have to get back there. I’m leaving tomorrow night.”

“Oh, no…not yet,” Steve said.

She nodded. “Yes, I’ve got to get back to my kids, and it’ll be Christmas and all. But, I don’t want this to end here, either. Somehow we’ll work it out…visits…phone calls, pictures, I don’t know.”

“Y’all can all move back here,” Steve said.

She was shaking her head.

“Sure ya can. It’s really a great town…not much to do, but close to a big city. Think about it. Please?”

“I’ll think about it,” Linda said. “But, on the other hand, y’all could come to us. I’d love that.”

Now, Steve was shaking his head. “No, Linda, we couldn’t. This is home, and we’d never like a big city like L. A.”

“Well, you think about it, too,” Linda said.

They took a minute, just thinking how to work it out.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Steve said. “Go have Christmas with the family, then all of y’all come back here…just for a visit. I really want to see Lisa and the kids, so bad.”

“Ok, I’ll see if we can, for a short visit,” Linda said, and laughed.

The meeting had cleared up a lot of questions, and both felt much better, now. “Let’s go find Ghost and Kinsey,” Linda said, as she opened the office door.

Hearing jukebox music playing, they went down the hallway, curious as to what was going on. At the kitchen door, they saw Kinsey, stirring his stew on the stove, and bouncing along to the music.

“Hey, Kinsey, what’s up?” Steve asked.

Kinsey jumped at hearing them come in. “Hey, you two…just cooking for tonight’s kids. Y’all done talking for awhile?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s all good. We had a lot of catching up to do,” Steve said. “Where’s Ghost?”

Kinsey shrugged. “Aw, I don’t know…he’s out there somewhere, I guess. He was helping me in here, then wandered off, like usual.”

“Ok, I’ll go find him,” Steve said, and went out into the club area. Linda stayed in the kitchen, tasting Kinsey’s stew.

Steve walked over to the bar, and paused, as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. Scanning the stage, and dance floor, he finally spotted Ghost, way off in the far corner of the club…a pale figure, dancing and swaying fluidly to the emotions the music made  him feel.

Smiling, Steve wished he could be so free and uninhibited. He was thinking how beautiful Ghost was…dancing in the dark, when Linda came up beside him. She put her arm around his waist, as she watched Ghost dance. Her heart swelled with love for Ghost…for him loving her brother.

She whispered to Steve, “Go to him…go to your love…”

Steve caught his breath, and nodded. “Yes..” he whispered, and moved off into the darkness, to join Ghost in the dance. As he reached him, Ghost turned, then stopped dancing. He moved close to Steve, putting his arms around his neck, and kissing him long and deep. Then he started a swaying dance, and Steve didn’t feel awkward, at all.

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Next part coming soon!

***

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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

warning      warning      warning      warning

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 # 195

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Ghost walked over to the writing wall by the side of the stage. Taking out his markers, he began to write about finding the rose on the porch, this morning. Then he drew a picture of Steve and Linda, and one of himself and Steve up on the stage. Last, he drew a pretty good likeness of Gumbo, playing their songs on stage.

Closing his eyes, now, he tried to envision the scene from the show last night…trying to pinpoint where in the crowd Maxey could have been. All that came to mind was a person that was not dancing, back behind the jostling kids on the dance floor. That must have been him. He didn’t know what to think, now. Maxey was out of jail, and at the show. He knew he didn’t want to ever see Maxey again, after he’d escaped from him. Finished writing, he got out the phone, and managed to dial Zach’s number.

It rang several times, and then Zach answered, sort of… Ghost could hear giggles. Then he heard Trevor say ‘hang up’, and Zach saying, ‘ok, just…’ Then Zach spoke into the phone, “Hello?”

“Zach, it’s me, Ghost…”

“Oh, Ghost, can I call you back?” There were kissing sounds.

Ghost smiled. “Ok, Zach, when y’all get done loving on each other, call me back.” More giggles, and the phone shut off. Ghost stared at it for a minute, then sighed, putting it back in his jacket pocket. He hoped Zach would remember to call him back.

Making his way out to the kitchen, he began to help Kinsey prepare the food. “Got your business taken care of?” Kinsey asked.

“Yeah, some of it. I need to talk to Zach about stuff, but him and Trevor was busy,” Ghost said.

“Busy?”

“Uh, yeah…in bed…ya know…he’ll call me back.”

“Oh, I see,” Kinsey said, and smiled. These young’uns never get enough…

“How do you think Steve and Linda’s meeting is going,” Kinsey asked.

“Ok, I guess. She’s real nice and I like her already,” Ghost said.

“Seems like it to me, too,” Kinsey said. They finished up the sandwiches and began cutting up vegetables for a stew.

“Kinsey, I need some advice,” Ghost said.

Kinsey glanced up. “What about, Ghost?”

“Well, something happened this morning, and me and Steve…” Ghost began, then Kinsey interrupted.

“Are y’all ok? Not fighting are ya?” Kinsey was on alert.

“No, we’re ok, but I found out Maxey is out of jail now.”

“What…already?” Kinsey frowned, hearing that bit of news.

“Yeah, and he was here last night, but we didn’t know it. And, he sneaked over to our house later, and there was a rose and a note on the porch. We found it this morning.”

“What did the note say?”

“It just said he liked the show, and he wouldn’t bother me,” Ghost said. He looked up into Kinsey’s eyes, and Kinsey could see that he was worried.

“But, Kinsey…he already did bother me, ’cause he came to the house, ya know, and that really bothers me. So now what?”

“It bothers me, too, Ghost. I would have never let him in here, if I’d seen him. I didn’t know he was back on the streets so soon. I’ll make a few phone calls, and find out what’s what. In the meantime, don’t acknowledge him…don’t respond, or contact him. Just ignore anything he tries. Maybe he’s gone, and maybe he really means it, but be alert, Ghost,” Kinsey said. “Stay close to Steve, and report anything suspicious. I’m gonna check on that restraining order…make sure it’s still in effect, or get a new one, ok?”

Ghost nodded. “Yeah, Steve made me come here today, too. He didn’t want me to be alone at the house, either.”

Kinsey nodded. “Good, and until we’re sure Maxey is gone, keep it that way.” He saw that Ghost was still worried about it. Giving him a hug, he said, “We’ll work it out, Ghost. Everyone has your back in this.”

“Thank you, Kinsey, I’ll try not to worry.”

“It’ll be ok. Now, I do have some good news,” Kinsey said. “Y’all’s  CDs and books got sold out.”

“Really?” Ghost smiled. “That’s great, and Steve will be happy, too.”

~

In the office, Steve and Linda had started off their meeting a bit awkward, at first, but eased into the conversation a little at a time.

“Steve, I’m so happy to have found you again,” Linda said.

“Me too, but why now?” Steve asked. “Didn’t you want to…before you saw Kinsey at Disneyland? And, where were you all this time? Would you have just gone on never finding me, if…” Steve said, then stopped. He looked down, and rubbed his face. “I’m sorry, Linda, that sounded bad. I’m really glad you’re here.”

Linda took his hands, immediately seeing how hurt Steve was…seeing how his defense was up, continuing the way it had always been for him…hiding his very real pain behind the rough exterior.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry…for having to leave, and for leaving everyone behind. You understand, I had to. It was getting worse with Dad, and then Mom told me to go. She said she’d follow as soon as she could.”

“I know that,” Steve said. “And, after you, Mom, and Lisa went…it was…it was just me left behind…just me and Dad…” Steve’s eyes watered, and a stray tear fell down his cheek. He brushed it away. “Why, why didn’t she take me, too?”

Linda shook her head, closing her eyes. “I don’t know, Steve. I always wondered about that. I never got a chance to ask.”

“Didn’t she find you…later, I mean?” asked Steve.

Linda shook her head again. “No, I never saw her again.”

Steve sighed, trying to understand how things had gone so wrong for his family. “Where did you go?” he asked.

“I just ran…out of this town. I got a ride…west…and another one, until I ran as far as I could, and that was California. I did what I could to survive. I ate in soup kitchens, did odd jobs, stayed in shelters…all of that,” she said.

“And now? You have kids, Linda,” Steve said.

Smiling, Linda said, “Yes, two of them. I met a man…we got married, and we were ok for a few years, but then it was over. He took off and never looked back. But, my kids are what keep me going.”

“Tell me about them,” Steve said.

“Ok, well…first there was Mandy. She’s eight now. Then my son…he’s six. I hope you don’t mind, but I named him after you…Steven. We call him Stevie, though.” She smiled at her brother. “I swear he looks like you,” she said, nodding.

“You named him after me? I don’t mind, I like that. I sure would like to see them someday,” Steve said.

“You will, I’m sure.”

They sat for a few minutes, absorbing the words. Then, Linda said, “Steve, there’s something else. I told you I never saw Mom again, but I did find our sister. I found Lisa.”

“What…how?” Steve asked.

“It was crazy how it happened. Her and Mom had come to California, too, trying to find me, but I’d kept moving around. They finally settled, and made a home, never knowing I was so near. Lisa finished her schooling, and got her teaching credentials. She’d just started her first year teaching kindergarten, when I found her.”

Steve was leaning forward in his chair, taking it all in, as Linda continued. “Mandy started school that year. She came home that first day, and said she loved her class and her teacher…Miss Finn.”

“And, it was her?” Steve asked, wide-eyed.

Linda nodded. “Yes…of course I was startled to hear our last name, but really, there’s probably lots of Finn’s, you know, and what were the chances?”

“Yeah, one in a million,” Steve said.

“Um-hmm, so anyway, the next day I went to the school to see for myself. I walked into the office, and I asked them to see Mandy’s teacher. They led me to the classroom. Mandy was of course all excited to get back to school, and for me to meet her new teacher.” She paused for a second, remembering how it had been. “Steve, Lisa was at her desk…I knew immediately. I just stood there saying her name over and over, and crying. She called my name and came running to me. That was all it took. We had found each other.”

“Wow, that is amazing, Linda,” Steve said. “So, y’all have been together now, in L. A.? Is she still teaching?”

“Yes, and we live together now, in a big old house. She still teaches, and has a fiancé. My kids adore their aunt Lisa. And, you know what? They’ll adore their uncle Steve, too.”

“I want to see them all, like right now,” Steve said.

“I’m sure it will be soon, Steve,” Linda said.

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

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

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“Ghost, I know you’re real. I’m not afraid to touch you…why would you say that?” Steve asked. He came over to Ghost, and held him in his arms. There was no hesitation. “You hear me? I love you…I’m not afraid of you.”

Ghost nodded. “But, last night you were, and I can’t help what I do in my dreams. Just that you saw one. I sleepwalk, remember? Sometimes it’s me, and sometimes it’s my spirit.” He looked up into Steve’s eyes, hoping he’d understand.

“We all have one…even you. I guess yours don’t want to come out right now, so I never saw two of you.”

Steve wrinkled his nose, and sniffed. “Yeah, that was pretty freaky, seeing that last night…kinda unexpected, ya know, but now I do know what was going on, it’s ok. Just, uh, do you know what you’re doing when you separate like that?”

Ghost thought about it for a moment. “Well, I kinda do. It’s like I’m having a dream, and I know I am, and I can see myself asleep…but then I’m asleep for real, so I don’t see me walking around doing stuff. I don’t know, Steve, it’s hard to explain. He looked down, frowning, now. “It happened when I was dead, too, and…well…other times, when I was awake, and my self can’t deal with it so good, and the inside me takes over for awhile.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know any more, Steve.”

“Ok, Ghost, I’m glad you tried to explain it to me,” Steve said, and gave him a kiss. “Just know I love you…all of you…whatever you’re doing.” He didn’t want either of them to dwell on the time Ghost was dead, or the other times he’d had to separate, to deal with his pain.

“Yes, me too, Steve,” Ghost said.

The coffee was ready, so they got their mugs. Ghost added plenty of cream and sugar to his, and Steve drank his black, as usual.

“That meeting with my sister, is today. I’m still nervous about it, but I want to find out what happened to her, all these years.”

“Uh-huh, that’ll be good to know,” Ghost said.

“Do you have any feelings about it? Do you have a sense of how it’ll go?” Steve asked.

Shaking his head, Ghost said, “No, and I’m trying not to. I’ll hear about her plans, when you tell me.”

“So, you’re not coming with me?” Steve asked.

“No, it’s better you see her, by yourself. She don’t know me, and might feel like she can’t say stuff, yet.”

“Well, ok…guess I should get on over there,” Steve said, getting up from the kitchen table.

“Don’t you want something to eat, first?”

“Oh, just something quick, I guess. Maybe a peanut butter sandwich, and some milk. Would you make it for me, while I go get ready?”

“Yeah,” Ghost said, and began to get the food out. He then brought it out to the living room, setting it on the coffee table. Turning on the tv, he watched a minute, while a commercial for Christmas shopping at a store in Raleigh, was on. He hummed along to the music. It reminded him that he needed to call Zach, about the car delivery, again. It could be any day now.

Steve came out of his bedroom, grabbed the sandwich, eating it in pretty much two bites. Ghost didn’t have much time to say anything, but at the last second, he blurted out, “Can I keep the phone?”

Steve turned from the door, just before going out. “You need the phone…why?”

“Uh, ’cause I gotta talk to Zach…you know…”

Steve smiled. “Oh, sure…” He fished the phone from his pocket, tossing it over to Ghost. “Ok, I’m going, call me if you need anything…now that you have the phone.” He opened the door, taking a couple of steps out onto the porch, then was puzzled at what he saw on the top step.

“Hey, Ghost…come here a minute. What’s this doing here?”

“Huh? What’s there?” Ghost asked, as he walked over to the door.

They stood there, just looking at a long-stemmed, red rose, and a card attached, with a ribbon.

Ghost bent to pick it up.

“Wait…” Steve said. “It might be a booby trap.” He pulled Ghost back.

“What? A what…?” Ghost asked. “It’s a flower, Steve, it’s not a booby…whatever you said.”

“Well, be careful, then. Go ahead, see who it’s from,” Steve said.

Ghost bent down, picking it up, and smelling the sweet fragrance…his favorite. Taking off the card, he started reading it. His face drained of color. “Oh my God, Steve…look, it’s from Maxey.”

Steve yanked the card away, to read it himself. It was handwritten, and said ‘Ghost, I enjoyed watching your show last night. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you. Love, Maxey’. Steve read it aloud.

“Son of a bitch,” he yelled. He looked out across the woods, and down the dirt road, as if he could spot his enemy hiding there. “If you’re out there, I’ll find you. Don’t be coming up to our house, sneaking around in the middle of the night. Ghost don’t want no part of you and your little gift.”

“Steve…Steve…he’s not here. I’d know if he was,” Ghost said.

Whirling around, Steve said, “What? You’d know? Why didn’t ya know last night, when he was here. Huh? ‘Cause you was out of yourself, gallivanting around half the night, that’s why.” He was getting angrier by the minute.

“Steve, calm down…he’s not here, and if he does come back, I’ll lock the doors. I don’t ever want to see him.”

“Ghost, listen…he was in the club last night. How did he go unnoticed, by us…by Kinsey?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he was disguised, or something. And, we were busy, ya know,” Ghost said.

“Well, you can’t stay here now, by yourself. Get ready; you’re coming with me,” Steve said, pushing Ghost back inside.

“No, it’s ok…I have stuff to do here,” Ghost protested.

“You can call Zach while I’m talking to Linda. Whatever else there is to do can wait. Now, get yourself dressed, and let’s go,” Steve insisted.

Ghost sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine…” he said, stomping off to his room. He sensed that Maxey was long gone from Missing Mile, by now, but the way his senses had been acting unreliable, off and on, lately, he wasn’t sure he could trust them.

~

In the car, on the way to the club, they were both agitated. “This is just what I needed, ya know? This meeting’s got me nervous already, and now Maxey lurking around…he must be out of jail now,” Steve said.

“Ghost was irritated, that Steve had made him come to town with him. “I’m not no baby, Steve. I can stay home alone just fine. And, he’s gone now, anyway. Take me back.”

They glared at each other. Both started to say something, then stopped. They continued the rest of the way in silence. Steve pulled into the parking lot at the club, then said, “Ghost, I’m sorry. I jut don’t want to take any chances…you know? I know you can take care of yourself.”

“Ok, I get it,” Ghost said. “I’m not mad at you.”

They hugged, and got out of the car.  “I hope the meeting with your sister goes ok, too. I like her already,” Ghost said.

Steve smiled, “Yeah, I think I like her, too.”

They went inside, finding Linda and Kinsey in the office, having their coffee. “Hey, guys…come on in,” Kinsey said.

“Hi, Steve…Ghost…we were just saying how much we enjoyed the show last night,” Linda said.

Ghost bounced down on the couch, with Linda. “Ya did? I liked it too. Did ya like the music? Steve did good on it. He figures out how it’s gonna sound, and some of those songs he wrote…and did ya get a CD of ours? It has more songs on it, and Steve sings good on there, too.” He had to stop, to take a breath.

Linda laughed. “Yes, Ghost, I liked the music and songs, and I did get a CD, and a book, and yes, Steve and you sing really good.” She was being bounced around on the couch, too, along with Ghost. “I like you, Ghost. You are so enthusiastic, and it makes me happy. I can tell you make my brother happy, too.”

Steve was getting embarrassed at all the compliments. “Aw, thanks, Sis…are we ready to talk, now?’

Linda nodded, and got up from the couch. “Sure…where should we go?”

“Oh, hey… y’all can use the office,” Kinsey said. “It’s more private. Me and Ghost can hang out in the club, or kitchen, or something.” He got up from his chair, motioning for Ghost to follow.

“Yeah, I gotta write on my wall, anyway,” Ghost said.

“You still have the phone, Ghost?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, somewhere,” Ghost said, feeling around in his old Army jacket pocket. “Yeah, here it is.” He followed Kinsey out to the kitchen.

“I’m getting things ready for tonight; you can help if you want,” Kinsey said.

“Ok, maybe in a little while. I’m gonna do other things first, ok?” Ghost said.

“Sure, go ahead,” Kinsey said, getting out supplies for his sandwiches and soup.

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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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

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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 … # 193

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Ghost plopped down on the couch, as soon as they came in the house. Spirit jumped up in his lap, and as Ghost stroked the soft fur, he asked, “Hey, Steve, did Kinsey say how many CDs and books we sold?”

Steve paused a minute from putting things away. “He didn’t say the exact number, but I think it was most of them.”

“Oh, good,” Ghost said. He continued to watch Steve bustle around the house, but his eyes were closing as he sat there. “I think everyone had a good time, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so…I know I did, did you?”

“Um-hmm,” Ghost mumbled, his eyes completely closed, now.

Steve saw that he’d gone to sleep, and just shook his head.  He took off Ghost’s boots, then went to get a blanket to throw over him. “Guess you can just stay here for tonight then,” he said, covering him and the cat. “Sleep tight, and have only good dreams. He turned out the lights and went to his room to lay down, but found he was still too wired up to sleep.  He kept thinking of his sister, and the meeting in the morning.

She’ll say things…I’ll say things…well, duh…of course we’ll say things…

It was what they’d each have to say, that was making him anxious. Getting out of bed, he went into the kitchen for some milk, hoping it would help calm him down…help him unwind.  As he passed through the living room, he saw that Ghost was still sleeping soundly. He was surprised. Usually it was Ghost who was restless. He could fall asleep anywhere, but staying asleep was rare.

He didn’t turn on the light in the kitchen; he just got his glass of milk, drinking it as he looked out the window over the sink. Out here in the woods, the night always seemed so much darker, with no city lights to interfere. He kept trying to get his thoughts in order…what he’d say, and ask tomorrow…with his sister…his sister… He liked saying that, and smiled.

Gazing out across the darkened cemetery, something caught his attention…a pinprick of light…a movement? He squinted, trying to focus as he stared harder at the spot. There…there it was again…a flash of light, just a tiny spark, and then it was gone. His heart began to pound. There it was again, in a different spot…and he shivered. Was he imagining things?

He wanted to wake Ghost up, to come and see it, but he hesitated. It was probably nothing, and Ghost would say it was just the spirits of the old guys that lived there. Well, what if it really was, and he’d actually seen one? He swiped his arm across his upper lip, where a cold sweat had broken out. He knew he’d seen something, the light, but no shapes he could make out.

A stray thought came to him…I need to go out there…to find out… “No, hell no…” he said aloud. “I’m not going out there.” He turned from the window. “Aiii,” he hollered, as he came face to face with Ghost. “What the hell, Ghost? You scared the crap out of me,” Steve said.

Ghost didn’t say anything at all…and his expression was a blank. Steve backed up against the counter. Something wasn’t right…something strange was going on here.

“Ghost? What’s the matter?” he asked.

Still, Ghost said nothing, but walked slowly toward the back door. He opened it and stepped out into the night. Steve didn’t like it…didn’t like it at all. He started to follow Ghost, but something made him turn back toward the living room, to look at the couch. He screamed, when he saw Ghost lying there on the couch, still asleep, as before.

This is not real…this can’t be real…why are there two Ghosts?… He looked at the open back door, then back to the couch…impossible…

Finally, he did follow the weird Ghost into the back yard. He was moving toward the graveyard. Steve followed quietly. Up ahead of them, he saw the little light flashing on and off, just hovering over the headstones. Ghost went right up to it. The little light grew brighter, illuminating Ghost’s face.

As Steve watched, Ghost held his arms up to the light, then slowly dissolved in an ethereal, swirling mist. The light was gone, and so was Ghost, leaving the graveyard silent, and dark. Steve shuddered, and backed away, stumbling on the uneven ground. Then he turned and ran for the house, feeling as if some spook would reach out and grab him.

There was no moon to light the well-worn path, but it didn’t matter. He’d been this way so many times, he had no trouble now, as he ran. Banging into the back door, the screen slamming shut behind him, he made sure he shut and locked the wooden door. Then, panting, he eased himself over to the living room doorway, to see if Ghost would still be there on the couch. The only light in the house was from the salt lamp on the hall table, but it was enough to see that Ghost was still there…in fact had not seemed to have moved at all.

As he stared, he could see that Ghost looked funny…sort of shimmery. He shook his head, and blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision. Was his eyes playing tricks on him? Ghost looked a bit wavy, crinkly, now. Shutting his eyes again, he thought he must be hallucinating, or dreaming, or something…he didn’t know what, but he was shaking all over.

He moaned deep in his throat, as he now saw the second Ghost again, hovering above the real Ghost. This is not happening…not…happening… yet even as he stared, the unreal Ghost seemed to be sucked right into real Ghost’s body, disappearing. The shimmering was gone, too.

As he was still rooted to the spot, unable to move, or to process what he’d just seen, Ghost stirred, rolled over, and mumbled something…just like he always did in his sleep. Steve cautiously walked over to the couch. He bent down, but hesitated a second…a bit of fear touching him. This is stupid…I’m not afraid of Ghost…

He did finally reach out, touching Ghost, shaking his shoulder to wake him. “Ghost, wake up. You have to wake up,” he kept saying.

“What…Steve? What is it?” Ghost said, still half asleep.

“Are you…are you,  you?” Steve asked, his voice wavering.

“Huh?” Ghost sat up, yawning, and pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Are you, you? Is the other one in there with you, now?” Steve kept on.

“You’re not making sense, Steve,” Ghost said. “Is who, in where?”

Steve took a deep breath, trying to think how to explain. “Ghost, how can there be two of you?”

“There’s two of me?”

“Yeah, I saw two of you, just now. How did you do that?”

“Where am I? Where was I?” Ghost said, still confused.

“I saw you asleep right here, and I saw you come in the kitchen and you went out to the graveyard. You did something weird with a ball of light, and then you went back into yourself…right here on the couch,” Steve said. “Now, what the hell was that? You better explain, ’cause I’m freaking out already.”

Ghost thought a minute. “Um…I did have a dream, Steve. It was kinda weird, and I was outside talking to the spirits…but it was nice…not scary at all.”

“Then what the hell was I looking at, Ghost? Your dream? Is that what I was seeing, with my own eyes? Or am I asleep right now, dreaming all this craziness up?” Steve said, getting upset.

“Steve, I think you saw me have an out of body experience. It mostly happens when I’m asleep, but I know how to do it when I’m awake. And, you just happened to actually see it. That’s so cool.” Ghost said.

“Cool? You call that cool, Ghost? That’s totally freaky, dude. You say you go walking around out of your body, all the time?” He stood up, frowning. “How, why? Geeze, Ghost, it scared the shit outta me. Don’t do it any more, ok?”

Ghost laughed. “I don’t usually do it on purpose, Steve. I can sometimes see myself asleep, while my spirit roams around, but it always comes back. It feels really weird, but it’s not scary. You can do it, too. If ya want, I can show ya how.”

Steve stared at him. “No, absolutely not…never…uh-uh…don’t ever do that to me. And, I don’t ever want to see you do it, either, no more.” He looked closer at Ghost. “Are you sure you’re back together now?” He ran his hands over Ghost’s arms, face, and legs. “You’re all in there, like normal?”

“Yeah, pretty sure I am,” Ghost said. “Oh, wait…” he pretended to grab something from the air. “There’s my ear…it didn’t make it back.” He laughed, again.

“Stop it…quit laughing. It’s not funny to me, Ghost. What if something happened, and for real you couldn’t get back in there. What then? Huh? You just tell me that.”

“I’m sorry for teasing, Steve,” Ghost said. He sighed. “I guess I’d be dead for real, and my spirit me would walk around haunting the place. That would be pretty fun, too.”

“Fine, just make jokes, then. You and yourself have fun…I’m going back to bed.” Steve stomped off to his bedroom and shut the door.

Shrugging, Ghost lay back down. Steve got in his bed, forcing himself to think of nothing, and he did finally go to sleep. There were no more disturbances in the night.

~

When Steve awoke and came into the kitchen, the next morning, he saw Ghost already making coffee. He took a moment to watch him. The strange events of the night before, swirled around in his mind. This Ghost looks real enough…he’s doing normal things…

Before he could take a step into the kitchen, though, Ghost turned around to face him. He looked sad, blinking back a few tears that had sprung from his eyes. “Steve, don’t be afraid of me. I am real. I’m not your imagination. I can’t bear that you are scared to touch me now. I’m not gonna disappear.” He began sobbing. “Please?” he whispered.

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

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

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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 … # 192

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Linda took a deep breath, as she stood for a moment, there at the back-stage door. Steve was in there, waiting for her, she knew. She didn’t have time to hesitate any longer, though, as Terry and R. J. came busting out, talking and laughing, on their way to the bar.

She stood there, looking in, then hesitantly entered the room. There he was. Her eyes locked with Steve’s.

“Steve,” she cried, as she held out her arms to him.

“Linda?” Steve said, as he went to her.

They waited a few seconds, as flashes of memories came to them both, then they were in each other’s arms.

“I’m sorry, Steve, so sorry I never came back,” Linda said. “I had to keep away…you understand?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I do, and I am glad you got away when you did. It got so much worse.”

“I thought it might, and all I knew was to run,” Linda said. “I wish I could have taken you and our sister with me.”

Steve was overcome with his sudden emotions, and was having a hard time continuing, but after a minute, he said, “Linda, we have to talk, but not here.”

She nodded. “I’ll be here for a few days…we’ll have time. Kinsey’s letting me stay upstairs while I’m here.”

“Oh, ok…good. Tomorrow then?” Steve asked.

“Yes, anytime,” she said, and smiled at her brother.

Steve then remembered he should introduce Ghost to her. This whole time, Ghost had been across the room, watching, listening, but giving them time to re-connect. His head was filled with the extreme emotions from the two of them.

It was breaking his heart…the pain they both had been through as kids…some of which Steve had told him about, but it was amplified, now that brother and sister were together. Tears ran freely down his face.

Steve led Linda over to where Ghost was sitting. “Ghost, this is my sister, Linda, and Linda, this is my best friend, and my love,” he said.

Ghost looked up into Linda’s eyes and knew everything would be all right. He smiled.

“Ghost…” Linda said, and knelt down in front of him, taking his hands in hers. “You’ve captured my brother’s heart…and now you have mine, too. Thank you…thank you for loving him all these years, when I wasn’t able to.” She pulled Ghost into her arms.

Ghost could feel she meant it, and he lost his heart to her, too. She was a part of Steve, and that made her a part of himself.

Linda felt it too. She was as drawn to Ghost, as Steve was, and could feel a bond already, because of their love for Steve. Looking into Ghost’s eyes, she said, “Sweetheart, you have a beautiful voice, and an even more beautiful heart. I want to hear you sing again, but for now I must get some rest.” She knew it was her call to bring the evening to a close.

She stood, and giving Steve a hug, she said, “I’ll be waiting for tomorrow, Steve.” Turning, she left, to go upstairs to her room for the night.

Steve and Ghost just stayed there, lost in their thoughts for a few minutes.

“I like her a lot,” Ghost said. “Do you think she likes me, too?”

Steve grinned, and said, “Ghost she fell in love with you just as much as I did.”

Ghost caught his breath, at that, and hugged Steve, with his face pressed into Steve’s shoulder. Steve could feel Ghost silently sobbing, at the relief he felt…that he could release some of his worries.

“It’s gonna be ok,” Steve said. “Do you feel that it is, now?”

Ghost nodded. “Yeah,” he said, his voice muffled.

“Ok, now look at me,” Steve said, raising Ghost’s face. “Tomorrow I’ll come here and we’ll talk. I’d be happy if you come, too, but you don’t have to. It might take all day. She’s only here for a short time, and I don’t know yet what her plans are. But we’ll talk it over, and work it out.” He stopped, as he saw Ghost shaking his head.

“No, I won’t come with you, Steve. This is for you and her to talk about…private stuff. Later, you can tell me what’s gonna happen next, but only if you want to tell me other stuff, ok?”

“Yeah, it’s ok. We do have the past to reconcile, but you are part of that, too, Ghost. You are my family, and you are a part of her now, too…so maybe you should hear it all,” Steve said.

“I don’t know…I’ll think about it,” Ghost said. “I think it might be too much for me to know. I already know some of it, and it breaks my heart already, Steve.” He squeezed Steve’s hands.

“Ok, I understand,” Steve said.

There was a knock at the door, and then Kinsey came in. “Everything ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s all good, Kinsey,” Steve said. “I have my sister back. We’re gonna get together in the morning, to talk.”

Kinsey came over, giving Steve a hug. “I’m happy for you. I know you were anxious about seeing her again, but she felt the same…and now you both can move forward.” He looked over at Ghost. For some reason he was getting a mixed feeling from him…like happy and sad, at the same time, if there could be such a thing.

“Come here, Ghost,” Kinsey said, pulling him into the hug. “I love you guys. It’ll be ok. Now, I’m closing up, locking up, all that. Y’all can stay here tonight if you want to.”

“Oh, guess we’ll go on home, Kinsey,” Steve said. He began gathering up his guitar, and other equipment. “We’ll be outta here in a few.”

Kinsey nodded. “Ok, then…see ya in the morning.” He left to tend to his chores.

Steve sighed. “What a night…” Looking at Ghost, he noticed he was still bare footed. “Where’s your boots, Ghost?”

“I don’t know…I guess out there.”

“Well, go get them. It’s cold out there, and you need to put them on. I’m taking this stuff out to the car…come on out, when you find them,” Steve said. He lugged an armful toward the back door.

Ghost went back to the stage, to find his boots and scarf. As he stood there on the stage by himself, he could still feel the lingering essence of the music, the band, his friends, and the crowd. “It is good, what we did tonight,” he thought.

He found his things, but just stood looking up at the ceiling, at the twinkle lights, still on, and then over to his writing wall. This place represented love to him. It was his home, and his family, just as much as his little house in the woods was. Smiling, he put on his boots.

He did not look up toward the upstairs balcony, and the rooms upstairs, but he could feel that Linda was there…looking over the railing…watching him. He knew she was wondering what his story was, and also sending thoughts of love and caring down to him.

As he left the stage, he paused, not looking back, and whispered…”I love your brother with all my heart, Linda…” Then he went out the door.

Linda started, when she heard Ghost’s voice. It was very quietly said aloud, but she could also hear it loud inside her head. It was such a strange feeling, that she’d never had before. Who was this Ghost?

She watched Ghost leave, then went into the small apartment Kinsey had let her stay in. She made a phone call to check on her children…she’d left them at home with their Aunt Lisa…her and Steve’s younger sister. She would tell Steve tomorrow that Lisa was found, too. So much to catch up on…

~

Ghost had come outside, getting in the car with Steve. He leaned back in the seat, propping his booted feet up on the dash board. “I got ’em, see?” he said.

“Umm, yeah, I see,” Steve said, and started the car.

After a few minutes driving down the highway, Ghost said. “She was watching me. She was looking over the railing upstairs, and she just watched. I sent her a message…I said I love you.”

Steve looked over at him. “You said you loved her?”

“No, I said I love you. I said, I love your brother.”

“Oh, what did she say?”

“She didn’t say anything. I think she didn’t know why my voice was in her head.”

“Yeah, that is kinda freaky,” Steve said. “I guess she’ll get used to it, though, if she spends any time around you.” He laughed.

Ghost agreed, and laughed, too. “I know, ’cause y’all never know when I’m gonna say something.”

Steve gave him a look. “Ghost…you’re saying something all the time.”

“Yeah, but not always to your head,” Ghost said.

Steve pulled up into their driveway, and they carried in their equipment. Both were happy the show had been a success, and the meeting with Linda had been good, but knew tomorrow would be intense.

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

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

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 191

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Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh, God, Ghost…how can I even do this?” he asked, beginning to panic. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.”

They stayed there in the doorway only a couple minutes more, but it felt like an eternity. The crowd was waiting, and they’d worked so hard for this night to be successful. Hand in hand, they walked to the stage.

~

At the bar, Kinsey felt it, too. He’d been watching the people coming in, and every time the door swung open, he jumped, thinking it might be the woman from Disneyland…Steve’s long lost sister…and, then it was. He saw her come in…definitely her.

She looked around, as she made her way up to the bar. Smiling, she said, “Hello, Kinsey, remember me?”

Kinsey nodded, “Yes, Linda, I remember. How have you been? Can I get you a drink?”

“Yes, a beer will be fine,” Linda said, getting out her billfold.

“Uh-uh, it’s on the house,” Kinsey said, as he set the glass beer mug in front of her.

“I had to come…” she said. “I have to see Steve again, it’s been so long. That day, when you recognized me there, I was shocked. I knew it was you, but I was scared. Scared that I’d been found…so I denied everything, you know…” she trailed off, remembering.

Kinsey nodded, “Yes, I figured as much. I’m glad you did come; it’s for the best. It will be fine, don’t worry.”

“Did you mention me to Steve?” Linda asked.

“Yes, and he feels the same as you. Excited to see you, but nervous too, of course.”

Linda was confused. “He knew I’d be here tonight? How? I didn’t even know until yesterday.”

Kinsey cleared his throat, then said, “Ghost knew…he had to say something…Steve could tell he was sensing something.”

“Ghost? Who’s that? And, why would this person know of me?”

Kinsey rubbed his face…so much to tell, and this wasn’t the place, and definitely not his place, to tell it. “How did you know to come here tonight?” he asked. “Was it because of the show, or just a coincident? Why now?”

Linda shrugged. “I don’t know…but, after I saw you at Disneyland, I couldn’t stop thinking of Steve…of Missing Mile. I’d decided to come out here soon, but then I saw a flyer for the band, and remembered you saying something about Steve and a band, here in my home town. I’d not given this town much thought in many years. The flyer caught my attention, so I decided to just do it, just make a trip out here, now.”

“Wait…wait…” Kinsey frowned. “You saw a flyer for Lost Souls out there in California…for tonight’s show?” Now he was confused.

“Yes, it was in a coffee shop I go to…why?”

“Oh my God…Maxey…” Kinsey said.

“You know him?” Linda asked, surprised. “He plays the coffee shop circuit, these days. He used to be a big shot or something, awhile back, so I heard. What’s he got to do with Steve?”

Kinsey took a deep breath. “Listen, Linda, there’s so much to catch up on, and you and Steve need to talk…but not at this time, and it’s not for me to tell. I hope you understand? For right now, please…just enjoy watching your brother’s show. He’s a hard worker. We’ve had our troubles, but he’s a good kid. Get to know him, again.”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I know you’re working. I’ll enjoy the music, and talk to Steve, after,” Linda said.

“Here, let me get you a table, so you can be comfortable,” Kinsey said. “Let me know if you want another drink.” He led the way over to a prime table for watching, but was out of the way of the dancing kids.

“Hey, you kids…clear out…the lady wants the table,” Kinsey said to the kids sitting there.

“Sure thing, Kinsey,” they said, as they got up to find another table.

“No, it’s ok, Kinsey…let them stay.”

“There’s no problem, Linda…they’re local kids…we’re tight.” He left her there, as he went back to work, and saw that Lost Souls were about to take the stage.

He did a double take, as he saw what Ghost was wearing, now that he got a good look at him. He chuckled, thinking you just never know with that one. Looking over at Linda, he saw she had her hand up over her mouth, and was tearing up. Following her gaze, he could tell that Steve, up on the stage, was in full alert mode…eyes scanning the crowd.

Then it began…Lost Souls were back. There was a rush to the dance floor, and the house lights went down, leaving the spotlights trained on Ghost and Steve. For a small club, in a small town, this seemed more exciting than any big arena show could ever be. Then there was Ghost…making an announcement?

“Hey y’all,” Ghost spoke into the stand up mic. “Thanks for coming to the Yew, tonight.” He paused a second, while the crowd cheered. “We want to dedicate this here show to Kinsey. Y’all know him…he runs this place, and he’s a nice guy…unless ya do something stupid…then he’ll run you out.” He waited, while the crowd laughed.

“And, we want to dedicate this here show to Terry, too. He’s our drummer.” Ghost turned toward Terry. He’s a good guy, too, ’cause he lets ya listen to records over at the Whirling Disc, and then he sells them to ya. So, let’s hear it for Kinsey and Terry, y’all,” he shouted.

Both Kinsey and Terry were surprised at this. They had no idea, and were touched by the recognition.

“Ok,” Ghost said. “We’re gonna start, but when we’re done, y’all buy our stuff. We have the new CD, with a lotta songs on it, and a book me and Steve did, about ghosts.” He beamed with pride. Nodding at Steve, he said, “Let’s do it.”

Steve played the intro to *”Amie”, and Ghost’s golden vocals soared, putting the crowd into a frenzy. They went into the next two songs, working the stage with no let up, pausing only for a few seconds to take huge gulps of ice cold water. The next song was pretty rocking, too, and by the end, Ghost had to take off his scarf, to mop his sweaty face. Then off came his boots, leaving him bare footed. Steve was surprised, that Ghost had no socks on to hide his missing toe. He laughed, as Ghost kept on singing.

After the next song, Ghost signaled Steve, Terry, and R. J. to stop playing. Looking out at their fans, he said, “Ok, y’all…I’m so damn hot up here, I think I’m gonna die.” Everyone laughed, because they were all feeling the same.

“So, we’re gonna slow these here songs down a little, so we can kinda cool off, ok?” Everyone hollered “Yeah.”

“Kinsey, can you open the door, so we can get some cool air…please?” Ghost said, looking over at him.

“Sure, guys, no problem,” Kinsey said, going to open the heavy, carved front door.

“Ahhh, thanks,” Ghost said. Steve started playing again, and this was the start of their new songs…slower, and more meaningful than ever, Kinsey knew. The crowd was in transition, too, to a less frantic dance party, and adjusted their dancing accordingly. Then the last two songs, were very slow, and the crowd swayed along, their lighters held up, showing their appreciation for their amazing friends on stage.

As usual, Steve and Ghost interacted with each other, in their own special way, during the songs, and both were in tears as they completely lost themselves to the meaning behind the words. This time, they ended the last song in a way as never before. No one knew if it had been planned that way or not, but Steve and Ghost knew it had not. It was spontaneous, brought about by the extreme emotions of the night.

They ended the last verse, forehead to forehead, and Ghost was moved to put his arms up around Steve’s neck, pulling him into a tender, slow kiss. The whole club went silent, watching this intimate moment between them, touched beyond words. They already knew these two were lovers, but sharing in this moment with them, after hearing the words to the songs, well, it was amazing.

Then the spotlight was turned off, and the house lights slowly came up, but only partially, so the place was still dim, with hundreds of tiny lights shining from the ceiling like stars. Ghost whispered into the microphone, “I love you, Steve.” And Steve whispered back, “I love you, Ghost.” They turned, walking hand in hand off the stage. Terry and R. J. followed, and the crowd was released from their trance. They began cheering, and talking about the show, from first to last, and how incredible it had been. Kinsey announced last call, and drew up beers and cokes for the next hour.

First, though, he went over to see about Linda. He sat there with her for a few minutes, holding her hands, while she cried. “Why haven’t I been back here, Kinsey? I’ve missed so much,” she said through her tears.

“I know, Linda, but you are here now. Go…go find your brother. He’ll be backstage, waiting, I’m sure.” He helped her up, and showed her the way to the backstage area, then went back to the bar.

It was all up to them, now.

~

*Amie – sung by Pure Prairie League, on the album “Bustin’ Out”, released 1973, on the RCA label, written by Craig Fuller

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

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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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

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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.

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TWO SOULS: INTO the FIRE … # 190

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“I’m glad you convinced me to stick around,” Steve said, remembering the day he’d left home to move in with Ghost and his grandmother. “You were the only friend I had, and now look at us.” He smiled, as he looked at Ghost, and took his hand.

Nodding, Ghost  sighed. “I told my grandmother I was in love with you…a long, long time ago,” Ghost said.

Steve looked surprised. “What?”

“Yeah, I did…even before we really knew each other.”

“What did she say?”

Ghost shrugged. “She said she already knew…that it was already foretold…written in the book of life, that we’d be together.” He looked deep into Steve’s eyes. “And, then we got to know each other, and here we are now.”

Steve shook his head and sighed. “That’s amazing, Ghost. I don’t want to bring up bad memories, but that day I brought you home, after…well, you know…your grandmother said almost the same thing to me. And, she’d never even seen me before. She said the time would be right for us, soon…and it was.”

Ghost nodded. “I know…I knew it then, that day. I felt it, Steve.”

“I think I did too, or something…well, I didn’t know what to make of it, but yeah…I think I knew it too, Ghost.”

They sat there awhile longer, just enjoying the warmth from the sunshine. “Are you still nervous about tonight?” they both said at the same time, then laughed.

“A little,” Steve said. “You?”

“Yeah, a little bit,” Ghost said. He jumped down from the headstone, and stretched, moving his shoulders and head around, shaking his hands, and breathing deep, trying to relieve some of the anxiety he was feeling.

“Um…look, Ghost, Terry gave me some smokes, ya know, to get mellow with. You want to?” he asked.

Ghost nodded. “Yeah, I think it would help both of us through this night.”

Steve pulled out the carefully wrapped package, and a lighter. They walked over to their favorite smoking spot, settling down on the grave, where they’d sat so many times before. As the whorls of fragrant smoke drifted away on a breeze, their reality became a dream, and their dreams became reality, as they let their worries fade away. They talked of everything and of nothing, and time passed into late afternoon. Both of them fell asleep for awhile, and the spirits hovered over them, smiling.

~

As the sun went down, it began to grow chilly. Steve woke, and roused Ghost. “I’m hungry; let’s go in,” he said.

“They’re happy for us, Steve,” Ghost said, looking up. “The spirits watched over us today.”

“I can feel that, too,” Steve said. He reached for Ghost’s hand, pulling him up, and they walked back up the path to the house.

As he was making a sandwich for them, Steve went over again their show plans, and was relieved to feel no anxiety about it. By the dreamy look on Ghost’s face, he knew he felt the same. “Ok, get yourself ready, Ghost…it’s almost time to go to the club.” He went to his own room to prepare. Ghost took a quick shower, then did the same. They met back in the living room a short time later.

Steve, as he had said, had on all black…boots, jeans, and the Aerosmith tee-shirt he’d bought at the thrift shop. Ghost, who never really cared what he wore, twirled around, showing Steve his outfit for the show.

“Is that it?” Steve asked, and stared.

“Yeah, why not?” Ghost asked. He had on his Ghost Adventures black tee-shirt, cut-off jeans shorts, the UGG boots, and a deep purple scarf with fringe, hung around his neck.

“Aren’t you gonna get cold?” Steve asked. “I mean, shorts…in the winter?”

Ghost shrugged. “No, I don’t think so. I’m hot, so it’s ok, and on the stage, I’m always hot, so yeah, this is it.”

“Ok, then, if it works for you, it works for me,” Steve said, laughing. He picked up his guitar case. “Then, let’s go.”

Ghost went ahead, opening the door for Steve. As Steve passed by, he slapped Ghost’s butt, “Yeah, you’re hot alright.” This made Ghost giggle, and on that note, they left for the club.

~

Over at the Yew, Kinsey had finished his preparations for opening, with the food and drinks ready to go. The tables and chairs were set up, and Lost Souls books and CDs were displayed at the end of the bar. At 7 p.m. he opened the door, and was mobbed by the crowd, who’d been waiting for the fun to start. There were the punked out kids, the goths, the cowboy booted kids, and the farmer’s kids, he saw regularly. The college crowd was here, along with some newcomers, and other locals.

Kinsey was kept busy, serving up the soup and sandwiches he’d made, getting drinks, and even selling some of the books and CDs already. The jukebox was playing, and a lively game was going on at the pool table. The arcade games were getting a workout, too.

He looked at the time. Any minute now, there would be a shift in the atmosphere, as the guys came in to set up. Then, right on cue, there was an air change… a cool breeze wafted through, as Zach and Trevor came in through the back door. Terry and R. J. were right behind them. They all headed off to the back dressing room, and Kinsey followed, to ask how it was going. He could hear the crowd noise, getting louder, now that the band members were here. 

“Ok guys, they’re  pumped up out there,” Kinsey said. “You’ve got about thirty minutes before show time. I’ll be at the bar if you need anything.”

Zach was hopping up and down with excitement. Terry and R. J. went out to the stage to set up their equipment, while, Trevor wanted a minute alone with Zach.

“Zach, come here for a second,” Trevor said. Zach danced his way over, and Trevor grabbed hold, giving him a big hug. “You’re amazing…you know that, right?” he said. “You’re cute, and a great singer, and I love you, Zach.” He gave him a kiss, and didn’t want to stop.

“Trevor, I love you so much,” Zach said. “I could never do this without your support.”

Trevor smiled down at Zach. He loved how Zach’s enthusiasm bubbled over into everything he did. “Go out there for your fans…I’ll be front and center,” he said, and opened the door to the club, giving Zach a wink, as he left.

Zach entered the stage area, where Terry, and R. J. were ready and waiting for him. Calvin had come in at the last minute, and was still tuning his guitar, and looking out over the crowd as they moved closer.

Zach had decided against wearing a superhero costume, and instead, had on tight, black leggings, and a red tee-shirt that he’d embellished the front of with sparkly black letters, spelling out Gumbo. He was ready.

Nodding at Terry to get things started on the drums, Zach started singing their first song, as he moved from one side of the stage to the other. They played a mix of punked up pop songs, zydeco, and country oldies…something for everyone, as their name implied.

As Gumbo began their second song, Steve and Ghost arrived, coming in through the back door. The noise and energy in the club was intoxicating, and Ghost was smiling big, his heart pounding in excitement. They waved over to Kinsey, as they went on into the backstage dressing room. Steve was already sweating.

“Wow, Ghost, you had the right idea after all, wearing shorts. It’s hot as hell in here.” He wiped his forehead.

“Well, I can cut your pants off, if ya want me to,” Ghost said. “I’m still hot on top, but my legs are fine.”

“Naw, that’s ok…I’ll manage,” Steve said, really meaning he’d not be caught dead wearing shorts…ever. Ghost grinned, knowing exactly what Steve meant.

Kinsey came in to check on them. “Hey, guys…It’s off to a great start. Y’all about ready? I figure about twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, we’re ready, Kinsey,” Steve said, as he got his guitar from the case.

“Ok, then…they’ll take a ten minute break, then it’s all yours. Oh, by the way…your merch is selling good, already,” Kinsey said.

“That’s great. I was hoping it would,” Steve said.

“What’s merch?” Ghost asked.

“Oh, it’s our merchandise…you know, our CDs and books,” Steve said.

“Oh, I get it…and yeah, that’s good, Kinsey”

Just then the stage door crashed open, with Terry, Zach, R. J., and Calvin, barreling in. Zach was laughing and talking fast about how much fun it had been out there. Terry said a quick hey, as he headed for the bar, and a beer. R. J. guzzled water.

“Man, it’s a mad house out there,” R. J. said. “And hot…so hot. Hey, Kinsey, ya got the A/C on, or what?”

“Yeah, it’s on, can’t do any more to cool it down…sorry,” Kinsey said.

“Ah, well…it’ll be fine, I guess,” R. J. said, and poured water on his head, slicking back his hair.

Terry came back in, half his beer drank already, and sat down to cool off.

“Ok, guys, whenever you’re ready,” Kinsey said. He left to go back to tending bar.

Steve fiddled with his guitar, making sure it was tuned, and his extra strings were handy. He’d been known to break a string once or twice during a show, and could put a new one on so fast, he hardly missed a beat.

Trevor came in, grabbing Zach, and congratulating him on his performance, then both headed for the bar, for some refreshment, and to get settled before Lost Souls took the stage.

“Y’all ready,” Terry asked. He held open the door for R. J., and waited a second for Steve and Ghost to come, but just shook his head. He could tell that Steve and Ghost were talking without words, as they stared into each other’s eyes. He left them to it, smiling as he went back to the stage.

“It’ll be ok, Steve,” Ghost said, even though his voice was shaky. “We’ll get through this…we all will.” His eyes were getting watery, and he swallowed hard.

Looking down at Ghost, Steve nodded, holding Ghost’s hands, gathering strength, as best he could. He knew this night would be a big change, for them all. Taking a deep breath, he asked, “Can you…do you…is she here?”

Ghost nodded, and closed his eyes. “Yeah, Steve…she’s here…out there…waiting…”

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

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

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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.

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TWO SOULS: INTO the FIRE … # 189

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Steve tried to ease Ghost’s mind about what would happen if his sister did come into town…to the show tomorrow night. “Yeah, Ghost, things happen all the time that change people, but not so much that we can’t deal with it. We’ll learn to go with the little changes. Try not to worry, ok?” He took Ghost’s hands into his own, warming them.

Ghost closed his eyes, and tears ran down his cheeks. “I know, Steve, I know we will, but I can’t help worrying how much…”

Steve reached up to brush away Ghost’s tears. Leaning his forehead against Ghost’s, he said, “Nothing will ever change how we feel about each other…nothing. It doesn’t matter what she thinks, or says, or anybody else. We are together…we love each other…and people can accept that, or not. Yeah, there may be some adjustments if she moves back in town, but we’ll be fine. She’ll have to make changes, too. Well, it’ll be different, but good to get to know her again. Do you see what I mean?”

Ghost sniffled, taking a moment to think about what Steve was saying…to believe it. “Yeah, I guess so, Steve. It’s just I don’t like it changing all the time.”

“I know, and it will take some getting used to, but I’m getting kind of excited about it, now. I want to see her, to find out what happened to her…” he paused a minute, thinking of how it would be to actually see her face to face. “So, are we good? Are you cool with it? Are we gonna put on a kick-ass show tomorrow night?”

He jumped up from the bed, and did a little air guitar. “Hell yeah we are, Ghost.” he said, trying to get Ghost to smile. It worked…Ghost couldn’t help but laugh. The air was cleared, now, and everything felt normal again…at least for now.

And now, they were hungry. It had been a long time since the big breakfast, so they prowled around the kitchen, finding something to eat.

“So, did ya find something to wear in all that mess of clothes?” Steve asked.

Ghost smiled. “No…I wasn’t really looking.”

“Oh? Then why the big mess?”

“So it would look like I was looking,” Ghost said. “Besides, I already know what I’m wearing to the show. You’ll see it then.”

Steve shrugged. “Ok, it’s up to you, but I’m not getting fancy, myself.”

“It will be something black, won’t it?” Ghost smirked.

“Yep, sure will,” Steve said.

After eating, Ghost went to pick up all the thrown about clothes in his bedroom. Steve turned on the tv, but couldn’t really concentrate on it. He kept thinking of his sister, and what he would say to her, and what she would say to him…and would he even recognize her when he saw her. It had been so long, and he’d only glanced at the picture Kinsey had shown them.

And, something else Ghost had said…about her kids, and maybe moving in here, or here in town. Now he started to worry about that. He knew he was getting worried about it for nothing, especially after the talk he and Ghost just got through with, but still, he couldn’t help it.  To distract himself, he picked up his guitar and just played random chords, as loud as he could.

Ghost, in the bedroom, heard Steve banging the notes out. He froze for a moment, feeling…sensing Steve’s emotions. I shouldn’t have told him…but he made me… He stayed in his room, until he heard Steve’s music get quieter and slower. Reaching for the little vial of calming oil, he’d bought, he took a whiff of the orangey, lavender potion. It made him feel better, and wondered if it would help Steve, too. He headed for the living room.

“Here, Steve, inhale this…it helps,” Ghost said, as he knelt in front of Steve. Steve took it, with no questions asked, and took a deep breath of it…and another…

“Ahh, that’s wonderful…” Steve said, his eyes closed.

Ghost put his hands on Steve’s thighs. “Don’t be worried…don’t be afraid. It’s just your sister…your real family. She had to leave, back then…you know she did. If things had been better, she would have stayed,” Ghost said, hoping he was helping Steve get through the anxiety, now, just as he’d been comforted by Steve, earlier.

“She had a hard time, too, Steve…all these years. Now, she’s coming to see you. She probably didn’t even know what happened to you, either. Then she saw Kinsey, and well, her life changed right then, too. Do you see? She’s trying, Steve…reaching out to you. It’ll be ok…just talk to her…just love her…”

Steve looked into Ghost’s eyes…here was his best friend, his lover, somehow knowing and saying all the right words to make him feel better about it all, to calm his jitters. Even when Ghost was himself hurting to his very core, he could still feel other’s pain, and take it into himself to ease their suffering.

He knew Ghost had this gift of empathy…he’d witnessed it, and been the recipient of it, over and over. He didn’t understand how anyone could do this, but was grateful for it, just the same.

He began sobbing…a release of sorts, from his worries. “Thank you, Ghost,” he said, hugging Ghost to him. “Thank you for being you, and for being with me through this, and through everything.”

Ghost held Steve close, stroking his hair, and they rocked back and forth, there on the couch, the guitar forgotten on the floor. They never made it back to the bedroom, that night.

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The morning sun, beaming through the living room window, woke them early, still snuggled together on the old, worn-out couch. Sometime during the night, they’d pulled the crocheted afghan over them, that Ghost’s grandmother had made.

Somehow, they woke with a renewed energy, and outlook for the day and night ahead. After a light breakfast, Ghost announced he was going down to the graveyard, to talk to the spirits for awhile. Steve gathered his equipment for the show, then joined Ghost out back. The air was crisp, but warming, in the patches of sunlight that filtered through the trees.

“Hey, you contact anybody, today?” Steve asked, as he approached where Ghost was sitting, on a square-shaped headstone. Steve sat down, too, trying his best to hear spirit voices. He’d never heard anything, though.

Ghost nodded. “Yeah, the old guys are here. They wish they could come to the club to see the show.” He smiled, looking out over the small cemetery.

Steve watched, and looked, too, but saw nothing. “What is it you hear, Ghost? What do you see?”

“Huh, what do ya mean?”

“You’re always listening and talking out here. I never hear or see anyone. Tell me what it’s like,” Steve said.

Ghost thought about it, about how to explain to Steve. He’d tried to, before, but it was hard to describe it so Steve could understand. “Well…it’s just like this. Like me and you talking out here, right now. The spirits are real, Steve. They’re here, too, and they talk to me, and to each other.”

“But, what do they say?” Steve asked.

“Oh, they talk about their families, and tell their war stories, and make jokes, and well, everything, just like when they were alive. I hear them just fine, and I know they hear me, too. Only sometimes it’s not said out loud. It’s just thoughts in my head, that I hear them. I know it’s not me, so I know it’s them. Oh, they look like when they were alive, too, only I can kinda see through them,” Ghost said, laughing. “It looks weird, but I’m used to it. They’re nice guys, Steve.” He grinned, and looked out across the graveyard, and listened for a minute.

“They’re saying hi to you, Steve, and they’re waving. Say something back to ’em,” Ghost said.

Steve looked skeptical, and shook his head. “Like what?”

“Just anything, Steve…they’re waiting…”

“Ok,” Steve said, taking a breath, blowing it out slowly, while he thought of something. “Hi, guys…how’s it going?” He felt self-conscious.

“That’s good, just say stuff like you say to me,” Ghost urged.

“How do I know when it’s my turn?” Steve asked.

“Well, I’ll tell ya when to talk to them, but first, try to listen. I’ll help ya learn how.”

“Ok, I’ll try.” He talked out into the air, to nothing he could see, about their plans for the day, and for the show. He didn’t hear anyone talking back to him.

“I feel silly, Ghost,” Steve said. “I think I will leave the spirit talking to you.”

“Well, ok, but they’re all talking at once, wanting to talk some more to you.”

Steve gazed out across the headstones and crosses, now dappled in shade and sun. He knew he’d come a long way. He was comfortable sitting there, and living next to a cemetery…never would have imagined it in his wildest dreams, that all this would be completely normal to him.

“So, you think this is normal?” Ghost asked, having heard Steve’s thoughts.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, for me and you…at least now. At first it was pretty strange, but I got used to it.”

“You kinda had to, Steve…’cause I wanted you to stay around…to be my friend.”

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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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

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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.

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