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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 192

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 192

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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, okay…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 okay,” Steve said. “Do you feel that it is, now?”

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

“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.”

“Yeah, 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.

“I understand,” Steve said.

There was a knock at the door, and then Kinsey came in. “Everything good?” 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. 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. “Okay, 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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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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.

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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 # 191

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 191

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 191

warning…adult content

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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 okay, 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.

“Okay,” 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.

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*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 ☮️

© 2019 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.

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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 # 190

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 190

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Steve and Ghost continued their conversation out in the graveyard a little longer.

“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, knowing they both were thinking of Steve’s sister maybe being there at the show.

“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.”

“Okay, 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. 

“Y’all ready 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 okay…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.

“They’re gonna 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.

“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.

“Whenever you’re ready guys,” 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.

“Let’s do this,” Terry said. 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 okay, 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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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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 # 189

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 189

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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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, okay?” 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. “Okay, 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 okay…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.

~

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…”

“Okay,” 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.”

“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.”

“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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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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.

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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 # 188

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Zach, Trevor, R. J., and Terry, all went home too, leaving Kinsey to his own chores. After locking up, he looked around his club. Smiling  he said aloud, “Well, it’s just Yew and me tonight…but, tomorrow, we’ll be back in business. I think I’m ready for lights, noise, and music.” He went on up to his apartment, but before he did, he checked his cell phone. Seeing he had a missed call, he frowned. The call had come from California, and no message was left.

He stared at it for a minute, with chills going up his spine. It was her. It had to be. Ghost had felt it…felt it in the air, even before the call had come in. That made it even more eerie, though he didn’t know why he should be surprised. He did not call the number back, figuring it best to let it be, for now. We’ll find out soon enough… He put the phone on the charger, turned out the light, and tried to sleep.

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Ghost and Steve arrived home, and tried to settle their thoughts. Steve was going over and over the plans put in place for the show. He checked his guitar case, to make sure he had extra strings. He was excited, but anxious for everything to go well. A big part of his anxiety centered on Ghost. He seemed distracted…not a good sign. And that talk he and Kinsey had had…both looking secretive and worried.

That nagged at his mind. What could that be about? And now, Ghost was just wandering around from room to room, muttering to himself, and staring at the walls. Strange, even for Ghost. If Ghost couldn’t get it together now, what kind of shape would he be in tomorrow night at the show? After all, Ghost was the heart of Lost Souls…he had the words and the voice…the rest of them were just background.

Yeah, sure they were playing for their home town fans and friends…everyone would understand a mess up or two, but he still wanted it to be a great show…at least their part. Zach and Gumbo were on their own. He shook his head, trying to get the negative thoughts to go away. Finally he could take Ghost’s roving around no more…

“Ghost,” he said. “Ghost,” he said louder. Ghost came into the living room.

“What, Steve? Why ya yelling?”

“To get your attention,” Steve said. “Why are you walking around looking at all the rooms? Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m ready, except for what I’m gonna wear,” Ghost said, avoiding the other question.

“Well, go pick something out now, and stop pacing around…you’re making my head spin.”

Ghost shrugged, and turned to go to his bedroom, but said very quietly, before he could stop himself, “Your head’s gonna spin a lot more tomorrow.” Then his eyes got big, and he put his hand over his mouth, running for the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him.

Steve was surprised at Ghost’s sudden exit. “What? What did you say? Ghost, what was that you said…come here,” he yelled. Of course Ghost did not come out of the bedroom. Something was going on, and he aimed to find out. He went and banged on the door.

“Ghost, let me in. What’s the matter with you?” He rattled the doorknob…it was locked. “What are you doing in there?” He tried not to yell through the door.

“I’m busy, Steve, finding something to wear,” Ghost said.

“Well, let me in, I’ll help ya.”

“Wait, a minute,” Ghost said. He’d frantically begun pulling out clothes from his closet, throwing them on the floor and bed. He was afraid to let Steve in, because he might blurt out the premonition he’d had. He knew he had to look and act normal, but it was so hard. And, there Steve was, at the door, fixing to get mad at him. He had to let him in.

He could feel a panic attack coming on. “No, no, not now,” he told himself, taking a deep breath. “Calm, be calm…just relax,” he said.

Steve banged on the door again. “Hurry up, Ghost.”

Ghost jumped, and backed up farther from the door…then tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor. “Ow,” he hollered, as he fell.

When Steve heard him fall down, he was afraid Ghost was hurt. The adrenaline rush he got, gave him strength to kick in the door, flinging it against the wall with a bang. He rushed in, to see Ghost in a big jumble with the clothes, laying flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him.

“What the hell, Ghost? You all right?” he asked, helping Ghost up. Ghost was gasping, getting his breath back, and shaking his head. Then he began to cry.

“Steve, I’m so scared.”

Steve knelt down, giving him a hug. “What’cha scared of?”

“I can’t tell you,” Ghost said. “I’m scared you’ll change, and everything won’t be right anymore,” he wailed.

“Are you scared of the show, tomorrow? It will be fine. We’ll do a good show, like always,” Steve said.

Ghost shook his head. “No, I’m not scared of the show…I love that part. Just, I’m scared at the show…of what’s gonna happen.” His face was pressed into Steve’s shoulder.

“I don’t get it,” Steve said.

“I know, and I don’t want to tell you ’cause you’ll be worried, and maybe you’ll change…and then the show will change, and…” Ghost couldn’t continue. He wiped his nose and eyes onto Steve’s shirt.

“Look at me, Ghost,” Steve said. Ghost shook his head.

“You look me in the eye, Ghost, and tell me what’s bothering you.” He twined his fingers through Ghost’s hair, pulling his head back, so he’d have to look at him. “Now, I want to hear it, good or bad…right now,” he said, firmly.

“No,” Ghost whispered. Steve tightened his grip on Ghost’s hair. “Yes,” he said. Ghost gasped at Steve’s insistence, then whispered again, “It’s your sister…she’s coming…she’ll be here at the show.”

Steve was stunned. He searched Ghost’s eyes, but knowing Ghost would only say the truth, as he knew it. He released Ghost’s hair. “What? My sister? Here…tomorrow night?” he was breathing fast, now. “How…how do you…oh my God, Ghost…you saw, or felt, or sensed, or whatever it is you do…that she is coming?” He kept trying to get the information to be absorbed into his brain…to stop his see-sawing emotions go from happy to scared.

Getting unsteadily to his feet, his knees shaking, he managed to sit down on the edge of the bed. His eyes had a far away look to them…his thoughts reeling from long ago memories. Then he looked down at Ghost, still on the floor, and now rocking back and forth, silently crying. This still didn’t make any sense to him…why was Ghost so upset?

“Ghost,” he said, reaching out to pull Ghost up to the bed with him. “Why are you so upset? If she does come, that’s a good thing for me.”

Ghost nodded. “Yeah, I know, but you’ll be changed…and she never even seen me before, and she don’t know about us, and maybe she won’t like me…and us being together…and then the kids and her moving in here, maybe. I’m scared everything will change, Steve.”

Steve could see that Ghost was still saying the truth, however confusing it was coming out. He realized that yes, they would all be changed…it probably had already started.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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.

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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 # 187

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The rehearsal over, they all sat at a table, having a beer and  discussing how it went.

“So tomorrow I’ll open the doors open at seven,” Kinsey said. “Zach, Terry…y’all start at nine, then a short break. Steve, y’all start your set at ten. Lights out at twelve. Sound good?”

“Yeah, we’ll be ready to go,” Terry said.

“I have one question, Kinsey,” Steve said. “We’re wondering how can we set up and sell our CDs and books. Do you have any ideas?”

Kinsey nodded. “Sure, I figured you could just set them up at one end of the bar, and I’ll ring them up as they get bought. No problem.”

“Sure, Kinsey, that’d be great. We did think of that, but weren’t sure if it’d be too much trouble for you,” Steve said.

“Nope, not at all.”

They kept talking for awhile longer. “One more round, guys, then I’m shutting it down for now. I’ve got lots to do tomorrow,” Kinsey said.

Everyone got another beer, and toasted to a great show. Ghost kept humming the song he’d sang earlier, and Zach was throwing out ideas of what he could wear on stage. Terry and Steve were laughing at his ideas for a stage costume…anything from a superman cape, to a Santa Claus hat. Zach always wanted to put on a show, and be noticed.

R. J. was leaning back in his chair, up against the wall, half asleep, as usual. Kinsey just watched them all. They were all so different, but he considered them to be his family… his family. Just then, Ghost looked over at Kinsey, locking eyes with him.

“What is it, Ghost?” Kinsey asked, noticing the strange look on Ghost’s face.

In fact, Ghost had gotten a jolt of a thought, that had been triggered by Kinsey thinking of family.

“You were thinking family…” Ghost said.

“Yes, I was, Ghost…because you guys are my family…I love you all like family…” Kinsey said.

“I love you, too, Kinsey, like family,” Ghost said, “but I have a weird feeling tonight…like…there’s more family…” Ghost closed his eyes so he could concentrate better.

Kinsey wondered, not for the first time, how Ghost did it. How he could pull feelings, and visions, and thoughts, and truths, out of thin air. He then felt a strange, electrical, tingling sensation. It made the hairs on his arms stand up, and he shivered. Ghost must be transferring some sort of energy through the air toward me…

Kinsey stared at Ghost, and when Ghost opened his eyes to stare straight into his own, a quick flash of an image came to him…the woman he’d met at Disneyland…the one he’d thought might be Steve’s sister…family…

“Ghost?” Kinsey whispered. “What does it mean?”

“I think she’ll be here tomorrow night,” Ghost said. He looked over at Steve, and the connection was broken. Shaking his head, to clear it, he grabbed Kinsey’s hand. “Don’t say anything to Steve, okay? It might not be true.”

Kinsey nodded. This was the weirdest experience he’d ever had. He now had a small understanding of what Ghost had lived with every day of his life. It was entirely too strange for him, though, he knew. He admired Ghost for being able to handle it as well as he did. No wonder Ghost freaked out sometimes, he thought…it must get awfully crowded in his head, and he had to let it all go once in awhile.

Steve was still laughing with Terry. He hadn’t noticed what had just happened between Ghost and Kinsey.

Kinsey frowned…”What do you think will happen, if this woman shows up?” he asked.

“I guess they’ll see each other, and know for sure if they’re family,” Ghost said. “But, Kinsey, I already think they are…and Steve’s in for a shock…and his life will change in an instant. Either he’ll be happy or he won’t, but it’ll effect him…and me, too.”

Kinsey saw that Ghost looked worried about that.

“I mean, it’s been so long. She last saw Steve when he was a kid, and she don’t know how things happened to him…how I happened to him.” He gulped. “What if she don’t like me, Kinsey?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, Ghost,” Kinsey said. “Yeah, things happened to Steve, to you, and don’t forget, to her, too. Every one of you have changed since then.”

Ghost nodded, “Yeah, like I said before, we all get changed…every day, a little bit every day.”

“I remember you saying that, Ghost…and it’s true.”

“And, this here one will be a big one. They’ll have to get to know each other again.” Ghost looked down at the table. “And me…she’ll have to know me, and she never even seen me before.”

“I know, Ghost, that will happen,” Kinsey said.

They were quiet for a minute. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Kinsey said. “She had those two little kids with her.”

Ghost looked up at that, his eyes wide. “Kinsey, what if they come live at our house? There’s no room, and we don’t know about little kids,” he said, looking anxious.

“I doubt they’d move in, Ghost. She has her life out in California, now. Probably, she’d just come for a visit, that’s all. And, even if she did move back here, she’d want a place of her own.”

Ghost didn’t seem so sure about it, though. “Yeah, but this whole thing is making me upset. I mean, I’m happy…or happy for Steve, if he is…but, if he’s not, then I can’t be, and all the rest don’t matter. Just that, really,” Ghost said, his shoulders drooping. He took a big breath. “I don’t know what to think, anymore.” He rubbed his hands over his forehead.

Kinsey was afraid Ghost was going to get a migraine, or flip out from thinking so hard. “Ghost, don’t be worrying about it. It may not even happen, and if she does show up, well, we’ll handle it.”

Ghost nodded. Steve looked over at them, then. “Handle what?” he asked.

“Just things in general, Steve,” Kinsey said.

Steve looked from Kinsey to Ghost, knowing he wasn’t being let in on the conversation. “Okay, whatever…well, anyway, Ghost, are you ready to go home? We have lots to do, too,” he said, standing up.

“Yeah, guess so,” Ghost said, as he got up from the table.

“Take it easy guys…see y’all tomorrow night.” He and Ghost headed for the front door. In the car, Steve asked Ghost again, what they’d been talking about.

“Oh, just the show…and family,” Ghost said, trying hard not to reveal his premonition.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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 # 186

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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“Hey, Zach…what’s up?” Steve asked, after taking the phone from Ghost.

“Hey, Steve. I just wanted to know when we’re gonna do that rehearsal,” Zach said.

“Oh, yeah…I think tomorrow. We’ll go over to the Yew about one o’clock, and meet with everyone then. I’ll call Terry and R. J. and let them know, too.”

“Sure thing, Steve…see ya then,” Zach said.

Steve turned off the phone, and put it in his pocket. “You were done talking to him, weren’t you?” he asked Ghost.

“Uh-huh…we got everything worked out.”

“That’s cool,” Steve said, as he looked out over the graveyard. “I went through the songs.”

“I know,” Ghost said. “I heard you playing, and I sang along to them out here.”

“Ha, good…I guess the old guys liked hearing that,” Steve said, and smiled.

Ghost nodded. “Yep, they said they did.”

“Okay, here’s the plan…tomorrow after lunch, we’ll go meet the guys and do a rehearsal. Then, the next night is the show,” Steve said.

“Good…finally,” Ghost said. He jumped up and hollered out to the graveyard, “Hey guys, we’re gonna have a show, and it’s gonna be fun. We’re gonna sing, and people are gonna come and dance, and now I’m in a good mood.”

Steve laughed, watching Ghost. A tiny thought came to him, about his surprise for Ghost, but he quickly thought about something else. He wondered what Ghost’s surprise to him would be…probably something unique that Ghost had made for him, and whatever it was, he’d treasure forever.

Ghost swung around, staring hard at Steve. “You won’t find out ’til it’s time…and you’ll never guess either,” he said, laughing.

Steve loved it when Ghost laughed; there was total involvement from his blue, blue eyes shining, and his silly grin. Steve could watch him forever. “C’mon, Ghost…let’s go in, now,” Steve said, holding out his hand for Ghost to help him up. He could feel how warm Ghost’s hands were…and, he desperately wanted those warm hands all over his body. Just like that, the feelings came over him.

“Ghost…” Steve said, in a soft, husky voice.

Ghost immediately understood, and smiled. “C’mon Steve, let’s go in,” he said, leading the way.

Inside, Steve could wait no longer. He spun Ghost around, right in the kitchen, and pulled him into himself. He felt Ghost’s arms go around his neck, and he moaned, as they kissed deeply. He had to have Ghost now. They made their way down the hallway to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. Covering up with the many blankets on Ghost’s bed, they warmed each other’s nakedness with soft touches, nips, and kisses. They spent the rest of that long afternoon, giving themselves fully to each other, finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Waking, just at sunset, they were starving, so made a simple supper, then sat close together on the couch. They took turns reading to each other from a book they both liked. As their eyes grew sleepy again, Ghost laid his head on Steve’s shoulder.

“Can we always be like this, Steve?” he asked.

“Like this?” Steve asked.

Ghost nodded, “Yeah…in love,” he whispered.

“Yes, I think we can,” Steve murmured into Ghost’s soft hair.

Ghost sighed. “That’s all I want, Steve.”

“Me too, Ghost,” Steve said.

They kissed again, then went to share the bed that Ghost tried to always have smelling of roses.

~

The next morning they went about their usual activities, killing time until the rehearsal. Finally, Steve gathered his guitar and music lists, and for once didn’t have to urge Ghost to hurry.

But, on the way to the club, Ghost’s mood shifted a bit. He began singing the Phil Collins song *”In the Air Tonight”, out of nowhere.

Steve glanced over at him. “Why that song?”

Ghost shrugged. “I can feel it coming…in the air…tonight…oh, Lord…” he sang, and continued the song.

Steve figured he’d find out soon enough. After a few minutes, Ghost said, “It’s true…I can feel something coming. Something strange is in the air.”

“Yeah…what? It isn’t night yet,” Steve said.

“Well, it will be…night, I mean…and I don’t know if it will be this night or the next, but it’s giving me chills…look…” he held out his arm, to show Steve. Then he rubbed his hands over his arms to warm them.

“Dude, just put your jacket on,” Steve said, trying to laugh it off.

“It’s not that kind of cold, Steve. Just watch…something is about to happen. Remember I told you.”

“Guess we’ll see…” Steve said, but he was a bit creeped out, now.

They were at the Yew, now, so got their gear and went inside. Terry was already there, setting up his drums. R. J. had just walked in the back door, with his bass. Kinsey greeted them all.

“Man, it’s good to see everyone getting together again. It’s gonna be a packed house tomorrow night. I even got calls asking if they need reservations. Never had that happen before.” He was excited.

“That’s great, Kinsey,” Steve said. We’re stoked to be playing again, too. He got up on the stage, unpacking his guitar. “Hey, Terry, R.J., y’all got the set list, right…the order and all?”

Terry nodded. “Yep, we’re all set, Steve.”

“Good…we’re going on after Zach and y’all are done, but we can start the rehearsal, since Zach isn’t here yet,” Steve said. He looked around, to find Ghost, and could barely see the top of Ghost’s head, over the edge of the stage. He was sitting on the floor, writing on the wall.

“Hey, Ghost, ya ready? Come on…”

“Yeah, I’m coming,” Ghost said, finishing his last entry.

They began the songs, as everyone fine-tuned their parts. About half way through, Zach and Trevor arrived.

“There y’all are,” Kinsey said. “Haven’t seen ya around the last few days. How’s it going?”

“Aw, Kinsey, we just stayed home and relaxed awhile…or something…and…” Zach said.

“Never mind, Zach…I get the picture,” Kinsey said, and laughed. “The guys are about done with their rehearsing. You’re up next.”

“I’m ready,” Zach said. “Terry gave me the line-up of what we’re playing, and he’s even letting me sing a couple of my original songs. So yeah, we’re ready for the show.”

Trevor had gone over to the stage to watch Lost Souls. He still was in awe of them. Steve was so intense, and Ghost was flighty, at best, but when they performed, it came together like nothing else. Zach joined him, watching as they finished up.

“Great job, guys,” Steve said, “I think we’re ready for tomorrow.”

Terry and R. J. took a break before their turn with Zach. Zach was geared up, and full of energy. He loved being a singer in a band. One of his lifelong dreams was fulfilled, here in this little backwoods town. A few years ago, he’d never have thought it possible.

Ghost and Zach exchanged secret looks, confident their plans had worked out. Then Zach was on…singing for all he was worth.

“He needs to save some of that for tomorrow,” Steve said, shaking his head, but laughing at the same time.

Ghost felt like dancing around, and pulled Steve to the dance floor, in front of the stage. Steve was no dancer, but he tried, to please Ghost. Kinsey stood to the side, laughing at the sight. He remembered how much he loved his friends, his job, and his town.

~

*In the Air Tonight”, written & sung by Phil Collins, on the album, “Face Value”, released January 5, 1981, on the Virgin label.

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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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When they reached home, Steve and Ghost gathered up their packages and went inside. Ghost took the phone, and his bags from the thrift store, and magic shop, into his bedroom, closing the door.

Steve took the rest of the food from the take-out place, his packages, and the box of flyers from the print shop, into the kitchen. Spirit wound around his ankles, begging for a bite. “Kitty’s hungry, huh? Here’s a little bite of chicken, and some of your cat food,” Steve said, petting the fur ball cat. Spirit began eating and purring. “Yeah, kitty, Ghost has secrets. He don’t want me to find out, either. Well, I have a secret, too.”

He could hear Ghost, very faintly talking in the bedroom. He figured he probably called Zach back. He had a strong urge to go listen at the door, but he didn’t. If Ghost wanted it to be a surprise, he didn’t want to ruin it.

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“What happened, Zach?” Ghost asked, when he called him.

“The car repair place called me, and said they were finished early with Steve’s car, and could they go ahead and deliver it tomorrow, because they all want to go on their vacation days, now. I didn’t know what to tell them…then I couldn’t get ahold of you,” Zach said.

“Zach, they can’t bring it now. It has to be a surprise for Christmas. Tell them no.”

“I’ll try, Ghost. They’re closed now, but I’ll call them first thing in the morning,” Zach said. He took a breath…”But what if they insist? Do you have a back-up plan?”

“No, I don’t think so…what is it?” Ghost asked.

“Oh, somewhere to hide the car, here in town, until you can give it to Steve…you know.”

“But, Zach…I don’t have a hiding place like that,” Ghost said, getting upset. “I don’t know what to do. Help me think of something or somewhere.”

“Let me think,” Zach said, and took a moment. “First, I’ll find out if they can wait a little longer to bring it out here, then, if they can’t, I’ll try to figure something out. I’ll call you later to let you know.”

“Okay, Zach, and I’ll be thinking, too,” Ghost said, and hung up. He paced around the room. He didn’t want anyone else to know about the surprise, before Steve. He didn’t know of a big enough hiding place, either.

Steve heard Ghost pacing and muttering to himself, so went and knocked on the bedroom door. “Ghost, what are you doing in there…come on out.” Ghost opened the door, and Steve, asked, “Was that Zach you were talking to?”

Nodding, Ghost said, “Yeah…we were talking about chicken bones, you know…I told ya I was gonna ask him.” He came out of the bedroom, handing the phone to Steve. It was warm, from talking on it for so long. Steve followed him down the hall to the living room.

“Sure was a long talk…”

“Umm-hmm, I know, but I gotta talk some more, so when he calls, let me talk to him.”

“Sure thing,” Steve said. He watched, as Ghost went to the kitchen, and heated up a cup of coffee in the microwave. Then, passing by Steve, on the way out to the front porch, he didn’t say anything more about it. Steve followed him. “You gonna sit out here by yourself?”

“Yeah, I have to think,” Ghost said.

Steve shrugged. “Well, okay, but I’m going on to bed. Lock up when you come in.”

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Ghost sat there in the porch swing for a long time, thinking and staring at the stars. It was a clear night, chilly, but he didn’t want to get up to get a blanket. His hands were warmed from the hot coffee. If I have to, I can give Steve his car early…at least he’ll have it and it will still be a surprise…I’ll tell Zach when he calls…if the car people can’t wait ’til Christmas Eve… With that settled in his mind, he went inside. As he passed by Steve’s room, Steve asked, “Did ya get it figured out?”

“Yeah, it’s okay, now…”

Steve smiled to himself…whatever bothers, Ghost doesn’t bother him for long…

~

The next morning, Ghost was first up, knowing Zach could call at any time. He wanted to be the one to answer the phone. He was too agitated to sit still, so he fixed them a big breakfast. He kept looking at the phone, willing it to ring. They ate, and still no phone call.

“I think Zach is going to call,” he told Steve.

Steve figured as much. “And…?” he asked.

“And I want to answer the phone. I’m going down to the graveyard for awhile, and I’m taking the phone.”

“Go ahead,” Steve said.

Ghost and Spirit went down the path toward the cemetery, as Steve watched from the back door. Then he got out his guitar, to go over their songs planned for the show. He figured they had a good mix of them to play on stage, some older ones and some new ones. He played them all in the order he’d listed them, while Ghost was out.

The first hour would be Zach and Gumbo, playing their mix of songs, then a break; Lost Souls would take the stage the second hour. Terry and R. J. would have to be on for both hours, but they’d have no problem, as they were used to a two hour set.  He’d try to get with them tomorrow, to rehearse at the club. The show would be the next night.

He still hadn’t thought of a way to get the CDs and books sold, while they were on stage, but he’d talk to Kinsey about it, when he saw him. All in all, he felt ready to get back to playing, and he knew Ghost was.

“Hmm…Ghost has been out there a long time,” he thought. “Guess I’ll go check on him.” He headed out the back door.

~

Ghost had gone out there to the graveyard, to wait for Zach’s call. While he waited, he wandered around to the headstones and crosses. He could hear Steve playing, all the way out here, so he sang aloud to all the songs. He couldn’t wait for the show; it had been so long. Finally sitting down at his and Steve’s favorite spot, he leaned back against the marker, and almost fell asleep.

He was jolted out of his semi-asleep state, when the phone rang. It kept on ringing, as he figured out the on button, again. “Hello…Zach?”

“Yeah, Ghost, it’s me.”

“Did you call them?”

“Yeah, got to talk to the manager, and told him the problem. They weren’t too happy about it, though. I reminded them that they signed an agreement that they’d deliver the car on Christmas Eve, at the time we agreed on,” Zach said.

“So what’s gonna happen?”

“It’ll work out. There is one guy that said he could do it. He’d go on and take his vacation, but wasn’t going out of town, so he will drive the car over, no problem. So, Ghost you don’t have to worry about it…it’s all good,” Zach said.

“Oh, Zach…thank you for calling them and making it okay,” Ghost said, relieved.

“Yeah, the guy said he’d be at your house right after noon, on Christmas Eve. Now, all you have to do is be home and sign the delivery papers, ok? The rest is up to you, how you want to present it to Steve…where he’ll be, at home, or away, all that stuff. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Ghost said.

“Oh yeah, did Steve say anything about when we’re all gonna rehearse for the show?”

“Uh, not to me. I’ll tell him to call you…oh, wait, here he comes now…you can ask him,” Ghost said, and handed the phone to Steve. as he approached. “Here, Steve…Zach wants to talk to you…bye Zach.”

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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 # 184

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As they continued out of the city of Raleigh, Steve asked, “So what did you buy at the magic shop?”

“Oh, some oils for me to smell, and some incense for Terry,” Ghost said. He reached into the bag and brought out a crystal. “This is for Zach, a different one from the one he got already.” He held it up.

“Yeah, that’s a nice one,” Steve said.

“Then, here’s what I got for Trevor. It’s a sage broom, so he can cleanse the new house any time he wants to. And look, this is for Kinsey…it’s a little waterfall that he can plug in, and hear the water going over the rocks. Oh, and a book, ’cause he likes to read. This here one is some meditation poems.” He put the items back in the bag.

“Those are real nice gifts,” Steve said. “I’m sure they will like them, because you thought of the person and what they’d like or need. Good choices for all.”

Ghost smiled. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“You always do,” Steve said. “Okay, what am I thinking? I just told you what it was…about the gifts you bought.”

“Yeah, but you’re thinking what did I get for you,” Ghost said.

“Well, maybe I am a little curious, ya know.”

“Mmm-hmm, well I tried to find something in there for you, but we already have all that stuff, so I gotta think of something else for you. I got time,” he said, and smiled.

“That’s fine…don’t tell me…” Steve said.

They were almost to the highway leading out of the city, now, when Ghost said, “Steve, I need to ask you a really serious question.”

Steve’s heart did a little lurch. “I guess I can try to give you an answer…what?”

Ghost frowned, then said, “You know it’s kinda getting dark already, and by the time we get home, well…how can I say this…” he sighed and looked over at Steve. “I don’t want to cook supper, so can we get some chicken or something to take home to eat, before we leave this big ‘ol town, ’cause when we get home there’s no take out places, and I think I’ll be hungry, by then…so…can we?” He laughed at the way Steve looked at him.

“You scared me for a second. I thought there was something wrong, or bad news, or something.”

“It’s just I’m hungry, that’s all, and that’s bad news, and wrong, I think.”

“Yeah, it sure is…and yes, we can stop and get food. Good thing you got all the words out before we left town,” Steve said.

“I know, right?” Ghost said. “Well, I want chicken.”

“I think there’s a place on the way out…we’ll stop.”

They did stop and get food to take home, but ate most of it on the way, because thirty miles was a long way to have to wait. As Steve finished a piece, he threw the bones out the car window.

“Hey…don’t do that,” Ghost said, as he twisted around to look out the back window.

“What…do what?” Steve asked.

“Don’t throw those bones out…it’s bad.”

“Why is it bad? I’m just giving the wolves something to eat, or maybe the buzzards.”

“Well, maybe…if they hurry up and eat it, but really, it’s not good.” Ghost waited for Steve to ask why, but he didn’t. He just grabbed another piece to eat.

“Don’t you want to know why?” Ghost asked.

“No…but I guess you’re gonna tell me anyway, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh…it’s because of voo-doo, Steve. Remember down in New Orleans? There were people putting spells on people by throwing chicken bones, and saying bad stuff,” Ghost said. “You didn’t think any bad thoughts when you threw them out, did you?”

“Nope, sure didn’t,” Steve said. “I was just thinking about eating another piece.” He took a big bite out of the one he was holding.

“Well don’t throw out any more,” Ghost said, finally done with the subject. Steve, though, wanted to know more.

“Can anybody do it? I mean, did I just do a spell in the middle of the road?”

“Probably not…you didn’t say anything like a spell,” Ghost said. “I think maybe you have to be knowing how to do it first.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Steve said.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to ask Zach, ’cause he’s seen people do it before. I just want to make sure,” Ghost said.

They continued on down the highway. “Why don’t you check out the phone. See if we got any calls. I think I had it turned off,” Steve said, handing the phone to Ghost.

Ghost took it, turning it around and staring at it. “Remind me again how to turn it on.”

Steve reached over and pushed a button. The phone lit up and displayed several missed calls and voicemails…all from Zach.

“Looks like Zach called a lot, look…” he held the phone up so Steve could see. “What did he want?”

“How should I know…call him back,” Steve said.

“Um…” Ghost said, but just hovered his finger over the phone.

Steve waited a minute, then rolled his eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m trying to see what he wanted.”

“Just push the button, Dude…that’s how ya find out.”

Frowning, Ghost pushed the call back button, and waited for the connection to Zach. When he answered, Ghost said, “Hello, Zach, what did you want?”

“Ghost is that you?” Zach said. “I’ve been trying to call all day. Man, I need to give you some info on that car…”

“Stop…stop,” Ghost yelled. “Don’t say anything yet. I can’t talk about it, now.”

Steve had jerked, when Ghost yelled. “What’s the matter? Something wrong? Give me the phone.”

Zach continued, “Okay, but I have to tell you this…like now.”

“Not now, Zach…we’re in the car and almost home. Call me later,” Ghost said.

Steve grabbed the phone from Ghost. “Zach, what’s going on? You got Ghost all crazy acting.”

“Nothing, Steve. I’ll take care of it…gotta go…bye,” Zach said, and hung up.

“So, what’s going on?” Steve asked.

“Nothing, just me and Zach have to talk about some things. Later ya know…alone.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You and Zach are up to something. You know I’ll find out…ya know that don’t ‘cha?”

“I know,” Ghost said, “but not yet…please don’t try to find out yet. It’ll ruin everything.”

“Fine, whatever,” Steve said, finally getting an inkling of a clue, that it was about Christmas secrets. He smiled. “I promise not to find out yet, ok?”

“Yeah,” Ghost said, knowing Steve understood, now.

They reached home, and took all their things inside.

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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 # 183

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“What kind of asshole would do something like this?” Steve yelled. He walked around the car, taking in the slashed tires, and scratches all along the sides. Yanking open the door, he threw in his bags from the thrift store. “I just got that flat fixed yesterday, and now this? I’ll tell ya, Ghost, there’s some sick people in the world.” He raged on and on, cursing and kicking the fenders.

A small crowd gathered, there on the sidewalk, some laughing and pointing. “What are y’all looking at, who did this?” Steve growled at them, and they went on their way. One young man did offer to help.

Ghost just sat on the curb, with his hands wrapped around his knees, and his head down, listening to Steve holler. He didn’t even cry; he was too numb to feel anything, after their encounter in the thrift store.

Finally, Steve calmed down enough to notice the man who was offering to help. He volunteered to drive them to buy new tires. “Come on, Ghost, we have to get the tires fixed, and this guy will take us to the tire store.”

“Maybe I should stay and guard the car,” Ghost said.

“No, I can’t leave you here to face this crowd alone. Let’s go.”

“Steve, just have him drop me off at the magic shop place, ok? When you’re finished, you can come pick me up.” He could feel his nerves vibrating inside him. “I really need to smell some oils, and get calm again. I feel like I might blow up, inside.”

Steve saw that Ghost was getting a little twitchy, his eyes darting around, and his cheeks flushing.

“Yeah, okay…we can do that,” Steve said, knowing that Ghost could go into full blown panic mode at any second. “We’re gonna let this guy help us.”

They went over to the man’s car. As they got in, Steve asked, “Can we drop Ghost off at the shop down the road, first?”

“Sure, no problem, and the tire store isn’t far. Sorry about your car, man. You should see if there were any witnesses…those kind of vandals shouldn’t get away with that shit. Mine was slashed awhile back, right in my own driveway…never did know who did it.”

“Well, thanks for helping out. We’ll pay you for your trouble,” Steve said.

“Nope, won’t take your money. Just help out someone else some day.”

They let Ghost out, and continued on their way.

Ghost went inside the little new age shop. The owner saw immediately that something was wrong. “Ghost…what’s happened?” she asked, coming over to him and taking his hands in hers. She could feel the tension, as he squeezed her hands, hard. “Come sit down…what can I get you…tea…a potion?” she asked.

“I need some tea, yes,” Ghost said. “And I need an oil to smell…something that will calm me down, ’cause I’m about ready to explode.” He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

“Then you sit here, and try to relax. Everything will be fine,” she said, then went to prepare the items.

Just being in there was soothing. He felt himself relaxing more, as the tension slowly eased.

“Here ya go, Ghost,” the lady said, handing him the cup of hot tea, and small vial of oil. He took a sip of the tea, and then opened the oil to take a deep sniff.

“Ahh, that’s just what I needed,” he said. He told her of what had just happened.

Shaking her head, she said, “Ghost, I just don’t understand people like that. All I can say, is something made them bitter, mean, and bigoted. There will always be haters. I get some of that in here, too. I try to ignore most of it, unless there is damage. I hate to say it, but it happens quite often in this area of town. I’ve seen car windows shot out, and tires slashed, and even my store here was broken into last year. I’d relocate if I could, but it’s not possible right now. The business people stick together, but we can’t stop all of it.”

“I’m sorry y’all have trouble over here,” Ghost said. “We don’t have much of that in Missing Mile, ’cause it’s so little, and everybody knows everybody. Steve’s really mad, though. He wants to find out who did it.” He sighed, and drank more of his tea. “He won’t find them, though.”

“Probably not, Ghost,” she said. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, guess so. I’m still sad, but I probably won’t explode, now.” He looked up into her eyes. “Those people in the store were thinking bad things about us,” he said. “I love Steve, and I don’t care who knows it. I mind my own business, and don’t think bad things about anyone. It just hurts, when they do.”

“Oh, Ghost,” she said, reaching over giving him a hug.

“I’ll be okay, but it might be later,” he said.

“Well, anytime you want to talk about things, you just get in touch with me.”

“I will,” Ghost said. “Can I look around some? I maybe need to get stuff.”

“Sure, look all you want. I’ll be over at the counter.”

Ghost got up and went to browse around the little shop. He wanted to get Steve another Christmas present, but this wasn’t Steve’s kind of store. He did find a gift for Zach and Trevor, and even Kinsey and Terry. He brought up his choices to the counter, to be rung up.

“Hope you have a nice Christmas, Ghost,” the lady said.

“Thanks, you too. You’re really nice to us,” Ghost said, taking the bag of presents.

Just then, Steve came in. “Hi,” he said, “Ghost giving you any trouble, today?”

“No, we get along great,” she said, laughing. “He told me what happened, Steve. Sorry to hear it.”

“Thanks,” Steve said. “Everything is taken care of, now…but, it pisses me off that they can get away with doing that…just one of those things, I guess.”

“You ready to go, Ghost?”

Ghost nodded, and said, “I got presents in here, for our friends.”

“Yeah? That’s cool; well, the car is out front…got new tires put on, and I’m ready to go home,” Steve said.

“Bye,” Ghost said to the lady, and they went outside. “We can’t go home, yet, Steve. We have to go to the print shop.”

“Oh, man…I almost forgot about that,” Steve said.

“You did forget,” Ghost said, and laughed.

“Well, thanks for reminding me,” Steve said, and so drove over to the printing store.

As they walked into the shop, the clerk said, “Hey there, just in time. Your flyers are ready. Take a look.” He pulled out a finished page.

Steve smiled. “These look great, man…better than my drawing of it, that’s for sure.”

“If you want, I’ll put one up in our window. I can also tack some up around town, too.”

“Sure, take some…we’d appreciate it. Hope you get to come.”

Getting back in the car, Steve asked, “Can we go home, now, Ghost?”

“Yeah, we can,” Ghost said. “Was it much trouble to fix the tires?”

“Well, the whole thing was trouble, Ghost, but no…it worked out. I just bought some new ones, and they guy who drove us helped me put them on. At least somebody in this town is nice.”

“There’s more than one,” Ghost said. “Are you still mad?”

“Yes, at whoever did this, but that’s all. You’re right, there’s more than one nice person here.”

Ghost thought a minute, then said, “I don’t want to go to that store, again. It has bad feelings, now.”

Steve glanced over at Ghost, who was staring out the side window. “Aw, Ghost, the store’s okay…it was just those people, this one time.”

“Well, maybe…” Ghost said.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative 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.