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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 57

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 57

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

57th installment

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Steve and Ghost kept making their way toward the house, until they could see the graveyard. Far across the way they saw Kinsey and Terry on the other side, still calling out for them. The men rushed toward them. After seeing them alive, and that Ghost was hurt, the next thing they did notice was their lack of clothes. Steve had forgotten about being embarrassed. He was just happy to have been found.

Kinsey took Ghost from Steve. “Thank God you’re alive. Where did y’all go?”

Steve explained about the cave, and how they’d had to get out of the house after the tree fell on it. “How does it look?”

Kinsey shook his head, “Not good, Steve. It may have to be torn down.”

“No, we’re gonna fix it,” Steve said. 

“Sure, man,” Terry said. “Sure, I’ll help ya.” He looked over at Kinsey and  shrugged. They knew they should just go along with whatever Steve said, for now.

“What happened to Ghost? Did the tree smash his hand? It’s all broken and swollen up,” Terry asked.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so…it was such a crazy night. Everything was falling and crashing. We just had to get out of there in a hurry,” Steve said.

“Guess y’all didn’t have time to get dressed, either, huh?”

“Yeah, didn’t have time,” said Steve, in a tone that meant – don’t ask about it again.

All this time, they’d been walking back to the house. “We have to get Ghost to the hospital,” said Kinsey. “He’s got a bad fever, and probably broken bones in his hand.”

“They continued to talk, finally coming to the clearing into the back yard. The house looked bad from this side, too. Terry and Kinsey kept going, supporting Ghost, then noticed Steve wasn’t following behind them any more.

“Hey, Steve, where’d ya go?” Terry hollered.

They looked back to the edge of the woods, and saw Steve on his knees, hands covering his face. He was crying…huge, body shaking sobs. Terry ran back.

“What is it, Steve? What’s the matter? Y’all are ok now, and we’ll help ya get the house fixed.”

But, Steve couldn’t talk, couldn’t explain. It felt like the past two years had just crashed down on him. He’d had to be strong, and keep it together for so long. He’d had to numb his feelings…no one should suspect that macho Steve had actual feelings. But, just now, he’d finally cracked, and the whole of it had been too much to hold back any longer. He thought he’d never stop crying.

“It’s ok, man, it’s ok,” said Terry, not really knowing what else to do.

Kinsey had turned back to see what was going on. He’d helped Ghost sit down on a low headstone, but even in his far off place, Ghost could hear Steve’s cries…could feel his anguish and pain for all that had gone before, and his fear of what would come. Even in his own pain, Ghost managed to get up and stagger back to Steve.

“Go…” he said to Kinsey and Terry, as he waved them away.

They backed up some, just watching. Ghost put his arms around Steve then, and talked softly to him. Steve heard, and the crying slowed. Ghost kept talking in soothing tones, telling him to cry it all out, to not worry about what comes next; no matter what, they’d be together and work out their pain. He told him he would never leave him, that he loved him. He kept brushing back Steve’s hair, and wiping the tears away, as fast as they fell…his own joining Steve’s in empathy.

Then, they both rose to their feet, and leaning on each other, made their way toward the old house, and their ‘whatever comes next’.

Terry and Kinsey just stared in awe at the two of them. They were survivors. As they all reached the house, they were overwhelmed at the mess. It would take a lot of time and work to get it back to being livable.

“Y’all can’t stay here…you’re gonna stay at the club. There’s an extra room upstairs by mine. Steve, look around…see if there’s anything you have to have that’s not ruined, then I’m taking Ghost to the hospital.

So, Steve and Terry wandered around the broken house. There was still water soaking everything, their clothes included. Most of their band equipment was still out in the car, so there wasn’t much they’d need from the house right now. Ghost’s Army jacket was soaked, but Steve picked it up anyway. It could be washed; his backpack was lying in a puddle of water. He took that too. It was supposed to be waterproof…his current notebooks and journals were in there…his older ones, he kept in the trunk of the car. That was all for now.

He remembered that in the car was a pile of clothes. They almost never cleaned out the car, and joked about being able to live on what was in there, including snacks, and bottles of water and beer. Steve dug out some clothes for them both. The car was ok, but was blocked from getting out, by all the tree branches. They’d get it later. The four of them got into Kinsey’s car, and drove out to the highway. They were all going to Raleigh, it seemed.

No one said much on the way. Steve and Ghost were exhausted. They both dozed off, there in the back seat. Kinsey had to drive carefully, as the highway was still littered, in the storm’s aftermath. The highway road crews were trying to clear it.

Terry checked to see if they were asleep. They were, so he elbowed Kinsey – he had something to say, and he said it quietly.

“Kinsey, I saw something weird at the house – in Ghost’s bedroom. Did you notice the handcuffs attached to the bed railing?”

Kinsey looked over at Terry and shook his head.

“Yeah, they were locked closed, and kinda smashed up and bent, but still closed. What do ya think of that?”

Kinsey raised his eyebrows, and said, “Hmm, what do you make of it, Terry?”

“Well, what I’m thinking, and I may be way off, is that Ghost was handcuffed to the bed. You know…they might have been messing around with each other…and then the storm came, and they couldn’t get to the key…and Steve had to bash Ghost’s hand to get him loose. That’s what I think.”

Kinsey sighed. “Yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Guess he had to do whatever he could to save themselves. Damn, these two go through so much shit. Looks like they’d catch a break sometimes…and guess I’m not gonna ask them about it, either.”

“Yeah, me neither,” said Terry.

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They finally got to the emergency room, and checked in, filling out forms, and explaining their need for Ghost to be seen. The waiting room was pretty full, so they waited. When Ghost was called back, Steve went with him. They took x-rays, and then came the conference with the doctor. Looking at the film, Steve couldn’t tell much, but the doctor pointed out all the broken bones in Ghost’s hand. It was serious…Ghost would have to have surgery, as soon as possible, or he’d lose his hand. Already, the infection from the cuts, was doing damage. After an antibiotic shot, they admitted Ghost to a room…he’d have surgery the next morning.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 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.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 52

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 52

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

52nd installment

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The next morning Steve woke first, expecting Ghost to have already made coffee, but Ghost was still in bed. Steve went ahead and made it, and had some cereal. Still, Ghost wasn’t up, so he went to check on him, even if he figured Ghost was still mad at him. Opening the bedroom door, he saw Ghost in bed, but something didn’t feel right. Ghost was breathing funny. Going over to him, he brushed Ghost’s hair off his face.

“Ghost, wake up. You’re burning up.” He shook him several times, before he got a response. “You’ve got a fever, Ghost!”

Ghost was shivering and could hardly croak out a word. He just pointed to the back room, wanting Steve to get him some weird concoction, but Steve wouldn’t, this time.

“No way, man, this looks serious. You’re going to see a real doctor for once.”

Ghost was too sick to protest much, so Steve helped him out to the new car. “Thank goodness we have a car now,” Steve thought, as he sped toward Raleigh, and the nearest hospital.

It was weird going through the sign in process; it took forever, but finally they saw the doctor. He told them it was strep throat, and he gave Ghost a shot and some medicine to take home.

At the house, Steve settled Ghost into the bed, so he could tend to him. He was a little worried about doing a show on the weekend, but Ghost recovered pretty fast, and they had a day to practice their set. Nothing else was said about the confrontation that had gone down before.

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Kinsey, hadn’t had much time to advertise that Lost Souls? were going to perform, but word got out, and the club filled up fast on that Saturday night. Steve and Ghost had come in early to set up, getting everything working on stage, and Kinsey was glad to see they were getting along. He knew from past experience, that they would be a well oiled, magic machine on stage, no matter their quarrels.

Having worked out some new songs, they planned them for the cornerstones of their set list, and had some of their old favorites to fill in the middle. As usual, Kinsey could sense the connecting thread of the song choices and lyrics, that told of Steve and Ghost’s journey together. Again, he was brought to tears, by the way they presented themselves on stage, to the crowd, and to each other.

They began with a new one, *”If I Die Young”, then a couple of old ones. Next was another new one, *”The First Cut is the Deepest”. Kinsey was a little confused at the lyrics of the new ones, though. He knew they held some meaning for the guys, but he did not know their whole story. All he knew, was these new songs were sad, and then again, hopeful. They flowed in a sort of story telling time line, just like Lost Souls? songs always did.

The club kids were digging it, no matter what they meant..they all had different experiences that were reflected in Ghost’s songs…it must be a universal mind set, he guessed. Then, they changed it up a bit. Steve hardly ever sang a song by himself; he usually just came in on the chorus, but for some reason, this was different.

No explanation was given…they just continued. Steve had written the next song, and wanted to sing it to Ghost…and even in his off key voice, it was amazing. He called it *”Truly, Madly, Deeply”, and he sang it with such emotion, it didn’t matter if his voice was out of tune, and broke up in parts. Ghost just stood there, looking into Steve’s eyes the whole time, tears flowing freely. The crowd was hushed, just mesmerized by Steve baring his soul in a love song to Ghost.

There were a few minutes of silence after that one, then Steve started playing an upbeat tune to get things going again. Their next two new ones, *”Always”, and *”Stuck With You”, were still telling a timeline story of their life, going from pain and heartbreak, to having come through it all, and now are happy to be together again. These got the crowd smiling and dancing.The last new one was *”Home”, which was where it should be in the lineup. As usual, they ended the show with *”World”, the sad, yet uplifting song that gave hope to all who heard it. The kids sang along with the familiar words that meant so much to them all. Then it was done.

The guys were mobbed by the fans, who congratulated them, and welcomed them back. But, there was one stranger in the back of the club, that was not happy…not at all. As Steve and Ghost made their way backstage to cool off and pack up, the stranger followed. When he saw his chance, he took it. As Ghost walked down the hallway, he heard someone call out to him. He turned, coming face to face with Maxy.

“Maxy, what are you doing here?” Ghost asked. He had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good.

“I missed you, Ghost…you ran out on me, remember? That pissed me off. Now, I’m here to drag you back where you belong, you little bitch…” Maxy said, grabbing Ghost, actually trying to drag him away.

Ghost screamed and yelled for Steve, kicking Maxy, but Maxy was bigger and stronger, and took a tighter grip, yanking Ghost around by his hair. Steve had not heard Ghost cry out, over the crowd noise, and the jukebox, which was now blasting out music, but some of the kids noticed Ghost being practically kidnapped. They burst into the dressing room, telling Steve to come quick…Ghost needed him.

As he ran out of the dressing room, he saw the tall stranger trying to manhandle Ghost out the door. In a split second, Steve realized this must be Maxy, and he was going to kill him with his bare hands, if he had to. He ran full out, as the crowd parted, jumped on Maxy, knocking him down. He hit him as hard as he could. Ghost was able to scramble away. The crowd, seeing what was happening, charged in to help Steve. Ghost grabbed a beer bottle, whacking Maxy on the head a couple of times, before it even slowed him down.

Maxy didn’t count on all the kids there, jumping on him, or their loyalty to Steve and Ghost, in this little backwoods town. Kinsey called the sheriff, who finally got there, and broke up the brawl. He hauled Maxy off to jail for attempted kidnapping.

The club was a mess of overturned tables and spilled drinks. Kinsey yelled for everyone to clear out, deciding then and there he needed a long vacation. He went to the back room, where he found Steve and Ghost gathering their equipment.

“You guys, ok?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Steve answered, and Ghost just nodded.

“Was that the guy you were involved with out in L.A., Ghost?”

Ghost looked down through his hair, saying softly, “Yeah…he shouldn’t have come here.”

“Damn straight, he shouldn’t have come here,” said Steve. “How could you ever get with that creep, Ghost? How could you…I’m still gonna kill him.”

“No, you’re not,” Kinsey said. “He’s in jail and will be charged. Then, he’ll do his punishment and crawl back to where he came from. You’ll only hurt yourself and Ghost, if you go after him.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see,” said Steve.

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*”If I Die Young”…The Band Perry…written by Kimberly Perry…Label – Republic Nashville…Released on self titled album, October 12, 2010

*”The First Cut is the Deepest”…Sheryl Crow…written by Cat Stevens…published 1967…released on A & M, October 20, 2003, on the album “The Very Best of Sheryl Crow”

*”Truly, Madly, Deeply”…Savage Garden…written by Darren Hayes and Daniel Jones…Label – Columbia (International), Roadshow (Australia), Sony Records (Japan)…from the album “Savage Garden”, released March 3, 1997.

*”Always”…Erasure…written by Vince Clarke and Andy Bell…Label – Mute (UK), Elektra (U.S.), released on the album “I Say I Say I Say”, April 11, 1994.

*”Stuck With You”…Huey Lewis and the News…written by Chris Hayes and Huey Lewis…Label – Chrysalis…released on the album “Fore”, August 31, 1986.

*”Home”…Phillip Phillips…written by Drew Pearson and Greg Holden…Label – Interscope…released May 23, 2012 on the album “The World From the Side of the Moon”

*”Hole in the World”…The Eagles…written by Don Henley and Glenn Frey…Label – The Eagles Recording Company II… released on the album “Eagles – TheVery Best Of” on July 15, 2003

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 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.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 37

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 37

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

37th installment

warning…adult content

Ghost entered the house, walking down the hall to his bedroom. The door was already opened, the house smelled good…like sage. He smiled, knowing that Steve had burnt the sage for him. In the bedroom, he took off his clothes and got into the bed, with nice clean blankets, only having one twinge of anxiety, before falling asleep. He had no nightmares this night.

Some time later, Steve came in and quietly looked in at Ghost. Going over, he brushed a strand of hair from Ghost’s face and lightly kissed his forehead. He felt a rush of love for this child of wonder. Going to his own room, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down. “Tomorrow, we’ll have a fresh start,” was the last thing he thought about.

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Early the next morning, Steve made coffee, then left Ghost a note by the coffee pot. It said, “I’ve gone to get us some groceries. I’ll be back soon. I love you, Steve.”

Ghost grinned when he read it. He’d have to tease Steve, when he returned. He had written proof now, that Steve loved him. He drank his coffee, and took a long needed shower. Finding some of his old clothes, he put on a soft, well-worn hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, with only a few holes in them.

He was sitting on the old couch, writing in his journal, when Steve came back, huffing and puffing, carrying bags of stuff, and complaining about the long walk. He looked at Ghost still sitting there, and said,

“So, are you just gonna sit there, or are ya gonna help me with this shit?”

Ghost grinned and said, “I’m just gonna sit here and watch you deal with all that shit,” and then had to duck, as Steve lobbed a box of cereal at him.

He grabbed the box and tore it open, grabbing handfuls of the sweet, sugary stuff, spilling some, eating it right from the box.

“Good thing I got the kid cereal. Looks like there’s a little kid up in here today,” Steve said, as he juggled the bags into the kitchen.

“You got this kind ’cause you looove me,” Ghost teased.

“Yeah, right,” Steve hollered from the kitchen.

Ghost came and leaned on the door frame, watching Steve put things away.

“What else ya got in there, anyway?”

“Grown up food, that’s what,” Steve said. “Maybe if you’d grow up, you could have some.”

“Hmmmph,” muttered Ghost. “I’m grown up.”

Steve finished his task, then got himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He looked like he wanted to talk about serious stuff, Ghost thought.

‘I hate to break it to ya, Ghost, but that was the last of the money I had. Guess I’ll have to go back to work at the record store…if Terry will have me.”

“Where’s your car, Steve?” Ghost asked.

Narrowing his eyes, Steve stared hard at Ghost. “It got totaled. Guess you didn’t hear about that, since you were off doing God knows what.” Steve looked at Ghost, and his eyes were not happy.

Ghost didn’t like this turn in the conversation. It was like Steve was accusing him of wrecking his car. Steve continued, with a sharp edge to his words.

“Yeah, I wrecked the son-of-a-bitch…had too much to drink. Coming back here after a binge, drowning myself in alcohol, because I couldn’t find you, Ghost. Wrapped it around a tree on the way back from Raleigh one night. I had to be in the hospital up there for three weeks. I was a mess, broke arm, broke ribs, stitches…but, I guess it was a wake-up call. I haven’t been drinking, at least not as much any more…”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah? I thought you were suppoosed to know everything. Well, guess your super powers failed ya this time. Guess it’s my turn to tell you not to say you’re sorry. If it hadn’t been for…” he quit talking then, as he realized what he was doing. He was accusing Ghost, and really, it was his own fault for causing Ghost to leave in the first place. And, he was practically yelling in Ghost’s face.

“Oh, my God, Ghost! None of this is your fault, none of it,” and he wanted to say I’m sorry, but had been warned not to. So he just clamped his mouth shut and stared at the table in front of him.

Ghost turned, leaving the room.

“Why, why, why did I do that?” Steve thought. “Every time I open my mouth something bad comes out, and then it’s too late to take it back. I wind up hurting everyone I know.”

More sarcastic thoughts came into his head…”Well, he asked what happened to the car. He didn’t know, but I didn’t have to tell him all that. Damn!”

He could hear Ghost trying to cry quietly, in the bedroom. Steve sighed as he went to see about him…to try to make things right again.

As he came to the doorway, he saw that Ghost was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, tears running down into his ears, wetting his hair and pillow. Steve walked over and tried to touch him, but Ghost turned away, then said with a sob…

“God does know what I was off doing, Steve. I was too busy dying to hear about your wreck. But, if I had, I’d have come back to be with you, even when I was dead!”

He turned back toward Steve, wiping the tears from his face, but Steve was already brushing away the tears with his thumbs, cradling Ghost’s face in his hands. He noticed Ghost’s left eye twitching, and wondered about it.

“Ghost, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I never can say things the right way. It comes out all wrong. I’m sorry…yeah, I have to say it, and I mean it. And, I am sorry, too. I’m a sorry son-of-a-bitch for hurting you over and over.”

“I know, Steve,” Ghost said. “I know you don’t mean to, and I try to not let it bother me,” he took a deep breath. “Can we just start over?” he grinned, and again Steve saw his broken tooth..

“Yeah, Ghost, we can start over. At least we can try.”

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 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.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 31

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 31

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

(31st installment)

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Steve left the mountain woman’s cabin, walking out of the mountain village and down the twisty road, back to the highway. His head was reeling. He had no idea which way to go. He didn’t want to go back home yet, so he started in the opposite direction, to the west…the same way Ghost had gone. As the sun went down and it began to get dark, a semi truck came down the highway… the trucker stopped for Steve.

As fate would have it, it was the same guy Ghost had hitched a ride with. Steve told the guy he was searching for his friend, who may have come this way. The man mentioned his other hitchhiker sounded like Steve’s friend. He didn’t mention what he’d done to him.

So, Steve knew he was on the right path, and when offered, he rode all the way to L.A. with the trucker. As they pulled up into the freight yard, he told Steve that this was the last place he’d seen him. Steve walked away, sure he was getting closer to finding Ghost.

He didn’t know just how close he’d be. He wandered around the area for a few days, putting out flyers with Ghost’s picture on it everywhere he went. He asked around, but no one had any information. That is until he went into a small coffee shop. He spoke to the barista about his search for Ghost.

She screamed, “I know him!” Steve insisted she tell him what she knew. She did, then added, “But, I haven’t seen them in awhile. They got too big for this place and started playing bigger venues. They put flyers up, but I haven’t been able to get off work to catch a performance. Maybe you can!”

Steve thanked her, then left. He walked around some more, now looking for the flyers. He finally found an old one tacked to a light pole. He tore it down and stared at the picture on it. It was definitely Ghost. His heart quickened. They’d played several nights before, at a place across the city, a popular club. Then he looked closer at the person in the picture with Ghost. He narrowed his eyes. He already didn’t like this Maxy person.

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Back in Missing Mile, Kinsey was looking at the same flyer that Steve was looking at. Just that day, he’d received an envelope in the mail. It had the flyer for Ghost and Maxy’s band, and another flyer…one of those Steve had been putting up everywhere. Written on the first flyer was a note. It said, ‘Is this the Ghost you’re looking for? Don’t waste your time. He belongs to me now!’ It wasn’t signed. Kinsey just stared at it. Steve was somewhere out there, Ghost was somewhere out there…who knew if they’d ever find each other. It just keeps getting worse, he thought. I’m too old to deal with all this drama. He figured he’d just mind his own business for the time being. There was nothing he could do about it anyway. He shook his head and went back to work.

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Steve continued his search. Every time he’d thought he was close, he found he was just a little too late. He kept on though, searching every group of people he saw, for a glimpse maybe of seeing Ghost.

The night of the phone call had made Maxy furious. He’d thrown Ghost into the wall, his phone was broken, and Ghost wasn’t co-operating according to his plans anymore. He was glad Ghost was hurting, there on the floor. He stood over him, telling him he’d crossed the line, that he owned him now, and he demanded Ghost do what he said, that he’d never let him go.

Ghost barely heard him. He’d hit his head hard on the brick accent wall, when he fell against it, and was half knocked out. A gash was cut into the back of his head, and was bleeding, his ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry. Then, Maxy was yelling what sounded like nonsense at him. Ghost tried to sit up, but was extremely dizzy. Before he could do anything, Maxy attacked him. He held Ghost down and took him by force, in anger and dominance.

Ghost was defenseless against such rage. Afterwards, he vowed to himself to get away as soon as he could. He was afraid for his life. He knew he needed help, but from who? He really didn’t know anyone in this city, and he’d been kept pretty isolated by Maxy, and now Maxy would be watching him even closer.

The next morning, Maxy was all apologetic, and said he was sorry, but Ghost didn’t believe it for a second. He went along with it, fearing that if he didn’t, he’d be in for more trouble. Maxy did have another plan for controlling Ghost.  He’d found that whenever he’d slipped Ghost something stronger than pot, Ghost would mellow out and be pliable…he could get him to do anything. He didn’t know why, because the same drugs made everyone he knew all hyper. He didn’t know about Ghost’s ADD problem, and that stimulants worked the exact opposite on it.

So he started slipping the drugs into whatever Ghost ate or drank. It worked just like he planned. What else he didn’t know, was that when Ghost was in the calm state, his mind would do what it did best. Ghost was able to actually focus and sent out his mind messages even stronger, and could receive and feel other’s thoughts better, too.

For the next few days, as Ghost’s head cleared of the dizziness and headache, he kept getting visions and dreams of Steve. They were unfiltered, and seemed desperate and frantic…and worst of all, nearby. He couldn’t get the feelings to go away. He didn’t really want them to go away, just wanted to know what they meant. He pushed his mind in Steve’s direction. Maybe that would clarify things better. He felt that Steve was here, close by, looking for him. He was torn. He wanted Steve to find him, but he wasn’t sure he could face him yet.

He and Maxy had another show booked that night. It went ok…a big crowd showed up. Then, as they were leaving, Ghost froze, thinking he saw Steve, there on the sidewalk. Steve did not see him, the crowd was pushing and shoving along as they left the venue. Steve was pushed along, too. Ghost was sure it was him, but he looked so sad and beaten down.

Maxy had seen Ghost staring at something, someone in the crowd, and he didn’t like it. He grabbed Ghost’s arm tightly and dragged him back into the club. He kept Ghost next to him the rest of the night.

Steve had tried to get to the club where Ghost was playing that night. He’d finally found a current flyer and made his way over there, getting lost a few times. As he reached the club, everyone was leaving, and he knew he’d missed his chance at finding Ghost…again. He hung around anyway, just in case, but the club was closing, and he’d never gotten to see Ghost. He was sick of this. He had no money or place to stay. He couldn’t find Ghost. Maybe he should go back home to regroup, figure out some other way, because this wasn’t working.

So, late that night he got out on the highway and hitched back to North Carolina. It took three days. He was exhausted. Back at the house, he collapsed into bed, not waking for hours. Ghost was in his dreams.

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Next part coming soon!

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 … # 28

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 28

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

28th installment

Warning….adult content

Ghost’s heart lurched, when he saw Maxy coming into the room. “I gotta go…”, he said into the phone, but didn’t finish his goodbye to Kinsey, because Maxy grabbed him and threw him across the room. The phone went flying and crashed onto the tile floor of the entryway, where it broke. Kinsey heard someone bellow, “Get off the phone, Ghost,” and the sound of of Ghost being thrown up against the wall. He heard Ghost cry out, “Leave me alone!” then the phone crashed, and the connection was broken.

Kinsey was frantic. He wanted to help Ghost, but there was no way…no way at all. He didn’t even know where he was calling from. He paced around the room, thinking of every angle he could, to trace the call. He called the phone company, but they couldn’t tell him much. It was long distance, was all they could say, unless an investigation demanded their phone records.

Kinsey tried to calm down, telling himself Ghost would be ok. He was able to survive all this time on his own, surely he could take care of himself.

He never went back to bed…just sat up drinking coffee…cup after cup, deciding whether to talk to Steve. In the end, he decided he would have to. In the morning he’d drive out to Ghost’s house on Burnt Church Road, and confront Steve. He dreaded it. Steve had gone from raging rapist, to a broken down drunk, when he couldn’t find Ghost.

He’d heard about Steve’s search. It had gone on for almost a year. Steve had criss-crossed the country in his old T-bird, asking for any word or sighting of Ghost, and came up with absolutely nothing. He’d left flyers and contact information everywhere he went…big towns, little towns, clubs and bars, hippie communes, thrift stores, and voo-doo shops, but he’d had no luck.

Then, about six months ago, he’d gotten a lead. It was quite by accident…a real accident. Steve was driving home from Raleigh, after drinking too much, and crashed his T-bird into a tree. The car was totaled, and Steve was hospitalized with broken bones and lacerations. He spent a couple of weeks there.

Terry had gone up to see him there, and said Steve was in pretty bad shape, but would survive, at least survive his injuries. It seemed he’d almost lost his will to live, kept going on about how Ghost had put a hoo-doo curse on him, and he might as well die right now, rather than go on being cursed by his best friend.

He finally got released from the hospital, and on the way back home, had to hitch hike, since he had no car anymore. A guy in an old pick-up gave him a ride. He saw Steve trudging along the side of the road, with his arm in a sling, and stopped to see if he needed a ride.

They got to talking, and Steve told him some of the story, about the accident, and how he’d been searching for his missing friend. The man mentioned he was on his way to visit family, up in the mountains. He’d heard talk of a stranger that came to stay, maybe about a year and a half ago, he wasn’t sure…wasn’t even at his family’s little place. He’d just heard it through the grapevine. It didn’t involve his people, so he didn’t put much thought into it…just another bit of mountain gossip.

“Maybe it was your friend?” he asked.

Steve thought about it and mentally groaned. Why hadn’t he remembered…Ghost came from the mountains…maybe he’d gone back there.

“It all fits,” he said, getting excited. “That’s where I should have started looking. But, I wouldn’t even know where to start. There’s a lot of mountains. Can you take me there?” Steve asked. “I have to find out if anyone up there knows anything at all.”

“Well, I reckon so…I’m going there anyway, and could use the company. It’s at least another two or three hours, though,” said the man.

They kept on driving down the highway, past Missing Mile, and soon came to the first crossroads off the highway, that led up to the first settlement. The man stopped, and told Steve that up that twisty, dirt road was a little community. Maybe he could start asking for information on his friend, there.

“My family is on up the highway, and I know they didn’t take in any strangers,” he said.

Steve nodded, and thanked the man for the ride. He’d take it from here.

“Well, good luck then…uh…I guess I should give you a bit of advice. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the kind of people up here, but they don’t really take to outsiders much, so don’t be too surprised if they’re pretty wary and closed mouthed. They’re good people, but have been set in their ways for probably a hundred years. They don’t like change. I hope you get some information.”

Steve said he understood, and they went their separate ways.

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Next part coming soon!

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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 … # 12

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 12

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(12th installment)

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He knew he’d hurt Ghost’s feelings when he’d left, earlier that evening, and he knew Ghost would sense what had happened after. He’d just go in and say how sorry he was to have treated him like that. Inside was dim, but he could make out Ghost’s body laying on the couch. He went over to him and sat beside the childlike figure of his friend.

As he watched Ghost breathe, he thought of the hold Ghost had had on him all these years, and what he’d missed out on by sticking by Ghost. This made him a little angry…at himself, for letting Ghost get such a hold on him in the first place…and at Ghost, too…for being the way he was.

He knew he was being irrational, but the liquor had screwed his thinking up. He realized this, in some corner of his mind, but was helpless to stop this line of thought. He roughly shook Ghost awake. He’d show Ghost who ran things around here. From now on it’d be Steve, large and in charge.

“Get up, Ghost,” he said. “We need to talk.”

Ghost moaned, as Steve shook him again. Feelings were warring in Steve’s brain. He was feeling manly and macho, and yet he was feeling love for this Ghost child, only a year younger than he. Grabbing Ghost, he jammed his tongue into Ghost’s mouth. Ghost could hardly move, from Steve laying on top of him. His side hurt from where he’d been kicked, and now he could barely breathe from the weight of Steve on his chest, and his tongue down his throat.

He moaned again, and tried to push Steve off him. Steve had never had Ghost push him away before. He became enraged. He continued to slobber his beer breath into Ghost’s face. The stench of the stale beer, and cigarettes, and the smell of the woman’s flowery perfume, that still clung to Steve, was too much for Ghost to bear. He felt so sick with pain and betrayal, he turned his head as much as he could, and vomited over the edge of the couch. It didn’t all land on the floor. It was in his throat, burning and choking him…and, on Steve.

“You fucking bitch!” Steve yelled. He drew back his vomit covered hand, slamming it into Ghost’s face as hard as he could. The blow was so hard, Ghost heard a loud crack, as his teeth clacked together, breaking one of his front teeth into a sharp point. Blood spurted from his split lip, dripping down his face into the vomit.

Disgusted, Steve yanked Ghost off the couch, dragging him down the hall to the bedroom. He paid no attention to Ghost’s cries and pleadings. Entering the bedroom, Steve threw Ghost onto the bed…the same bed where they’d loved each other many times. Steve scrabbled with their clothes, ignoring Ghost’s frantic efforts to get away from him. Stripped at last, Steve prepared to show Ghost what a real man he was. He pulled Ghost’s legs up, but then, Ghost put his feet onto Steve’s chest and pushed with all the strength he had left in him.

Steve was propelled backwards into the wall, but Ghost had no time to get away. Steve came charging back, and slammed him back into position.

“Don’t you ever do that again, you whore.”

Ghost could feel Steve’s hot breath on his face, and from somewhere deep in his psyche he never knew was in him, he spit into Steve’s eyes, invoking a long dormant curse onto Steve. Steve was maddened even further, and bit into Ghost’s shoulder. Ghost arched his back in pain, then screamed in agony, feeling himself being ripped apart. The more he screamed, the harder Steve pounded into him. At one point, to shut up the screaming in his ear, Steve hit Ghost’s head with his fist over and over, until Ghost was quiet.

“There, that’ll teach you to push me away,” Steve growled. As he continued to rape Ghost, Ghost had the feeling his soul was leaving his body, there on the bed, being abused. He felt himself floating above, looking down at the violence happening to him. He realized this was not love, this was Steve trying to gain control. Ghost cried for his very existence, for why his soul journey had to take this path. He cried for Steve’s soul, too, and prayed for his forgiveness in the next life.

Then, it was over. Steve was finished with him. He pushed Ghost aside, like a piece of trash, and stumbled out of the room. Ghost knew he’d not remember what he’d done.

Ghost felt himself re-enter his bruised and broken body. The pain was incredible…the pain in his heart was unbearable. Steve had held his life in his hands, and crushed his soul almost to oblivion. Ghost knew he would not stay here. He had to leave and never look back. But, he was in such pain, he couldn’t think straight. The room seemed to whirl around from his dizziness, and he hovered on the edge of consciousness. He could feel himself blacking out. He lay there until he came to, again.

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Sometime later, Ghost aroused, and gathered his clothes and backpack, and slipped as silently as he could out the front door…past the warding off star sign he’d painted on the porch so long ago, to keep out evil. He now realized the evil spirits he was trying to keep out, were right in the house with him all this time…laying with him, and deceiving him for all these years. He hung his head and sobbed.

Ghost knew Steve was passed out, and wouldn’t come to, for hours, so he’d taken the car keys that had been thrown on the floor. Easing himself into the car, he slowly drove down the deserted road. He would only take the car as far as the graveyard on the other side of town. If he was leaving, he wanted to say good-bye to his grandmother at her gravestone, before he left for good.

Next part coming soon!

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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 … # 6

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 6

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6th installment

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“Why not, Steve? Are you scared to get a tattoo?” Ghost teased.

“No, I’m not, but I know you are,” Steve said as a matter of fact. “Besides, I already got one a long time ago.”

Ghost stopped there on the sidewalk and looked hard at Steve. “Where?” he asked. “I’ve seen all of you and never saw one.”

“It’s hidden,” Steve said, “end of subject.”

“Let me see it or I won’t believe it…right here, right now.”

“Fine, you want to see it? Here ya go.” Steve pulled back his hair and pointed to the area behind his left ear.

Ghost looked amazed that he’d never noticed it before. “Did it hurt much?” he asked.

“Yeah, it hurt, what do ya think it felt like, a tickle?”

“Well,” Ghost said, “let me look closer.” He did, then said in wonder, “It’s your own name! It says Steve!”

“So what?” Steve answered back.

At this, Ghost burst out laughing. He was overcome with the thought of Steve’s  unique tattoo. He doubled over and could hardly stand up, he was laughing so hard. He tried talking through his giggles, snorts, and tears of laughter running down his face.

“What…why…why do you…need to remember your own…name? do you…have to look…look…in the mirror to remember…who…who…you are every day?” He continued, “Then…Oh, my God…it would be backwards! It’d be evets.” He laughed even harder.

Steve just glared at him, not seeing anything funny about it. “So what if it’s my name. I got it when I was stupid and drunk one night. The guy asked me what I wanted, and I thought he asked me what my name was…so thats’s what I said. And that’s what he put on there…and that’s all there was to it.”

Ghost just couldn’t let it go. “At least it wasn’t on your arm or something!” he howled.

Steve had had enough by then. “Ghost, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna smack you. I mean it! SHUT-UP!”

He started walking again. Behind him, Ghost kept trying to stop, wiping his face on his jacket sleeve, but still a fresh burst of laughter would rise up and be heard.

Steve whirled around, punched Ghost in the shoulder. “I told you to shut up!”

Ghost kept trying to stifle his giggles and finally had a little more control. He took a deep breath and said, “Now I’m really hungry, Steeeve!”

“Forget it, we’re going home now. At least I am. You can just stay here and laugh for all I care.” Steve stomped off to the T-Bird.

“No, no, no, we haven’t got our prize yet!” Ghost trailed after him.

They sat in the car now while Steve tried to calm down. “Hey, Ghost, I was thinking of something to buy. You know that show we were watching the other day…some guys were out there on a lake, fishing?”

“Yeah,” answered Ghost.

“Well,” Steve continued, “we could get us some fishing poles and catch some fish.”

Ghost just looked at him like, what a crazy idea. “Have you ever fished before?” he asked.

“Yeah, a long time ago. I caught some, too. Then the guys I was with, we cooked them over the campfire and ate them. Mmmm.”

Ghost looked worried.

“What? You have something against fishing? You eat fish, don’t you?” Steve asked.

“Well, yeah, but, I don’t kill them!” Ghost said.

“Well, how do you think you got to eat them then. Somebody had to kill them,” Steve reasoned.

“Yeah, but, it wasn’t me.”

“Don’t worry about it, then. You just eat what we catch, I’ll do the rest. Let’s check out the thrift shop down the road. Bet they’ll have some fishing stuff.” Steve started the car and they went to find fishing gear.

Ghost was still a bit hesitant about the whole idea, so he let Steve find equipment, while he just looked around.

“Hey, Steve, this stuff is what you wanted to buy. What’s mine?”

Steve shrugged and plopped an old fisherman’s hat onto Ghost’s head, saying, “Here ya go, this is what you want, right? See, it has fish hooks on it and everything!”

“Yeah, sure, Steve,” Ghost said as they paid and left the store. Steve went on and on about how the fishing trip would go. Ghost was hardly listening. He laid his head on the door frame, blond hair hanging out the open window, feet in Steve’s lap. He closed his eyes and drowsed to Steve’s words.

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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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Next part coming soon!

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE (first installment)

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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Summary:   One is dark.
One is light.
Brought together by evil
and prejudice, they struggle
to make sense of their love and
their place in the world.

                                              TWO SOULS:   INTO THE FIRE

Cast of Characters:

Ghost…………………….21 year old psychic, pale skin, straight, long blond hair, sky blue eyes, thin, about 5’8″. Lead singer of “Lost Souls?”. Modern day hippie. Boyfriend of Steve Finn.

                                           

Steve Finn……………..22 year old rebel, with black, shoulder length, curly hair, 6′ tall, thin, but muscular, dark brown eyes. Guitar player and singer of “Lost Souls?”. Boyfriend of Ghost.

Ms. Deliverance……..Ghost’s Grandmother, deceased. Was an herbalist, some psychic abilities, thought of as a kook or a witch.

Kinsey……………………Owner of the Sacred Yew, Missing Mile, North Carolina’s only club. 65 years old, 6’1″ tall, salt and pepper hair worn in short, low ponytail. Friend and mentor to Steve and Ghost.

Terry………………………40 years old, blond wavy hair below ears, 5’10”, owner of the Whirling Disc” record shop. Never quit being a true hippie. Friend of everyone, has a band called “Gumbo”, drummer for “Lost Souls?” as needed.

R.J………………………….24 years old, brown straight hair, below ears, with bangs. Black frame glasses, shy 5’7″. Bass player for “Lost Souls?” and “Gumbo”. Friend since childhood of Steve, and later Ghost.

Trevor………………………6’2″, thin, long to the waist, straight, ginger hair. Comic book creator and illustrator. Owner of the murder house. Very shy. Boyfriend of Zach. A newcomer to Missing Mile, NC (this character was in the book “Drawing Blood” by Poppy Z. Brite. Same disclaimer applies)

Zach…………………………5’6″, dark, crazy curly hair, nerdy, glasses. Boyfriend of Trevor. Computer hacker. Singer for Terry’s band “Gumbo”. Newcomer to Missing Mile, NC from New Orleans, Louisiana. (this character was in the book “Drawing Blood” by Poppy Z. Brite. Same disclaimer applies)

Christian……………………Very tall, thin pale, mysterious. A vampire from New Orleans. Worked for a while at Kinsey’s club as bartender.

Nothing………………………15 years old, 1/2 human, 1/2 vampire. When born, Christian delivered him, then took him to another state and left him on a couple’s doorstep. They kept him. Dark, shaggy hair, searching for who he really is. Comes to Missing Mile, NC because he likes “Lost Souls?” music, and stalks Ghost.

Zilla, Twig, & Molochai…Vampires who befriend Nothing, Nothing’s father is Zilla.

Maxey…………………………Singer, guitar player of a band in Los Angeles, CA. Tall, dark hair. Falls in love with Ghost, then trys to enslave him.

Miz Caitlin…………………..Herbalist and friend of Ghost and Steve. Longtime friend of Ms. Deliverance.

Man & Woman of the Mountains…..Knew Ghost and his Grandmother years ago.

Ann……………………………..Steve’s former girlfriend, deceased.

Linda…………………………..Steve’s sister

Lisa……………………………..Steve’s sister

Bill……………………………….Lisa’s husband

Stevie……………………………Linda’s son

Mandy…………………………..Linda’s daughter

Melody…………………………..Ghost’s sister

 

It was early afternoon at the Sacred Yew. Ghost and Steve had just finished their sound check and rehearsal for that night’s show. It had gone pretty good, and a big crowd of Club Kids, as they were known, were expected. Whenever Lost Souls? played at the Yew, Kinsey, the owner and bartender of the club, could always count on the kids of the night to show up. Lost Souls? was practically a legend in Missing Mile, North Carolina. This is where Steve and Ghost had first began their band. Just the two of them. Kinsey had known both boys since they were Club Kids themselves, actually even before that. Growing up in Missing Mile, everybody knew everybody and everybody’s business.

Kinsey had been very busy getting his bar ready for the night’s opening. However, he had a problem. He was dangerously low on supplies. He kept a fully stocked bar, including sodas for the minors. He also provided a few foods to snack on, such as sandwiches and homemade soup. But, things had gotten backed up the last few days, and Kinsey hadn’t had time to go shopping for supplies. The nearest grocery was half an hour away. He was pondering how he was going to make it all come together in just a few hours, when he had an idea. He mentally, slapped his forehead. Why hadn’t he thought of it before. There were two perfectly fine young men with a car right in front of him, Steve and Ghost.

They’d always been happy to lend a hand around the place. They always felt grateful to Kinsey for giving them a place to learn the ropes and practice their music.

“Hmm,” he thought, “I’m gonna ask Steve and Ghost to run over to the grocery for me.”

At the moment, Steve was just hanging out by the pool table, knocking balls around, and Ghost was sitting on the floor by the stage, writing on the wall again with his markers. Damned if he knew why he let Ghost deface his bar like that, but it was kind of cool, in it’s own way. The kids had all taken to it and added their musings to the wall, too, and called it their own. But, it was Ghost who’d started it all, late one night when he and Steve were just starting out. They were both really too young to even be in a bar, but Ghost had thought of some new lyrics for a song they were working on and couldn’t find a piece of paper handy.

He always had a couple of markers stuck in his jacket pockets, so he pulled them out – sky blue and red, and wrote the words to the song on the blank wall so he wouldn’t forget. After that, it just became a habit of his. Everyone else loved reading whatever he wrote next. Usually, it was the first thing the kids did when they got there…read the wall. Ghost wrote on it every day, something new, something bizarre, an interesting word or two, lyrics…a sort of journal entry on his day. It was pretty amazing, actually. Over the years the wall was pretty much covered. He had started a second wall awhile back, and this was the one he was working on now.

“Well,” Kinsey thought to himself, “it encourages the kids to read at least. That’s beginning to be a lost art these days, what with texting, abbreviated letters for words and such.”

He shook his head, “Enough wool gathering,” he said, “back to the business at hand.”

“Hey, Steve, c’mere a minute,” Kinsey hollered over toward the game room.

Steve took one last shot at the table and ambled over to the bar. He was wearing his usual get up…black leather jacket and tight jeans. His dark hair ruffled out in crazy whorls and spikes, untameable.

Kinsey had known Steve since he was a little kid. He’d had a pretty rotten childhood, but he’d managed to turn out all right. A seemingly dangerous heartbreaker on the outside, but full of angst and emotion he barely kept hidden on the inside…a good guy at heart.

“Hey, Kinsey, what’s up?” Steve asked, as he neared the bar.

“I need a favor from you and Ghost. Think y’all are up for the challenge?”

“Uhh…sure, Kinsey, guess so. What ‘cha need?” Steve asked.

“Well, I’m really low on supplies for tonight and I’d like for you and Ghost to go over to the big grocery and pick up some things. I’d do it myself, but I’m swamped here. What do ya say?”

Steve was about to quickly agree to the task, then looked over at Ghost and heaved a sigh. “You want me and Ghost to go shopping for ya?” He looked a little hesitant at the thought.

“Yeah, Steve, ya got a problem with that? If so, never mind, just thought if y’all had some free time this afternoon…”, Kinsey’s voice faded off, but he gave a look that said in essence – you know you kinda owe me, and I know you’re gonna do it.

Steve sighed again and nodded assent. “Ok, but when exactly do you need the stuff, Kinsey, ’cause if we leave now, it’ll be hours till we get back, and we still gotta get ready for tonight.”

“Jesus, Steve, how long do you think it takes to get a few supplies… thirty minutes up there, thirty minutes back, and maybe an hour in the store. But probably not that long with the way you drive,” Kinsey said.

“Ok, ok,” Steve threw up his hands in mock defeat. “But, really, don’t expect us back any time soon, ok?”

“And why the hell not, Steve? What excuse would you have for taking all day for a simple errand, huh?”

Kinsey was getting exasperated at Steve’s reluctance now. Maybe he should have never brought it up, but Steve asked him a question then, and Kinsey struggled for an empathetic reply.

“Have you ever been shopping with Ghost, Kinsey? Have you?” Steve implored.

Kinsey took a second to respond, wondering what exactly Steve was getting at. “No, can’t say that I have, why?”

Steve rolled his eyes. He then started in on a long monologue, while Kinsey just listened, sort of dumbfounded at the rush of words coming at him from Steve. At first he thought to interrupt him, after all he was in a hurry for his supplies, but couldn’t get a word in. Despite himself, he got interested in hearing all about how Steve and Ghost did their shopping. It was a completely new look at the dynamics of those two that he’d never taken the time to see before, and Steve seemed so eager to talk to someone about his feelings on the subject.

Kinsey almost laughed at the earnestness of this Steve he thought he knew, but evidently didn’t, and all because of the word, shopping, that brought it all forth. He caught himself in time, though, and swallowed his almost formed laugh. He was being bombarded by fact after fact, incidents of pain, caring, and frustration, and yes…love. It went on and on. Kinsey was helpless to stop the words…didn’t want to  now anyway.

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