“I didn’t forget one Gee. He doesn’t want to leave,” I snapped, annoyed that she was here when she was supposed to be with Pagan. “Why are you here?”
“Well hello to you too Dankmar, geez chill, Pagan is safely eating dinner at her friend Miranda’s house. Miranda doesn’t like me. I’m positive she’s terrified of me and is waiting on me to drink blood or something.”
I snorted, “Ya think? Try to look less scary.”
“Whatever, listen, why is it that you can’t just go say ‘Yo, stop haunting my girl you stupid ass piece of shit’ and then be done with it? I realize you’re hanging with the humans these days but Dank, you’re Death. What’s with all this angst?”
I finished with the last soul and then we were walking down the smoke covered highway into a pileup of cars that had just happened. Ambulances were just arriving and the traffic was backed up for miles.
“I can’t just tell a Voodoo spirit to stop and expect them to stop. I have no control over a Voodoo spirit lord. His power comes from humans. It’s an evil spirit. Not a human soul.”
Gee sighed, “This is ridiculous. What the hell did her mother do?”
Jaslyn, another transporter, appeared and I sent the souls taken from the wreck to her and she waved at Gee before vanishing.
Then we were inside the house of another celebrity. America would mourn this in the morning. But unfortunately, this was a regular occurrence. The pill bottle lay open and empty beside the bed and the soul came out looking confused. I turned to Gee, “Take this one, then get back to Pagan. I’m almost done and you’re just slowing me down.”
Gee snarled and beckoned the soul before they both vanished. Thankfully. I needed some peace and quiet. Besides, I had hospitals left to visit.
Pagan
Gee hadn’t wanted to hang around and eat at Miranda’s. Which was probably a good thing since she would have scared Miranda’s mother senseless. I was reaching to open my car door when suddenly the hairs on my arms stood up. Glancing up at Miranda’s front door I thought about sprinting back to it and rushing inside. But my feet felt heavy. Whatever was here wasn’t going to let me get away that easily. Where was Gee when I needed her?
“It’s just me, Pagan,” Leif’s voice surprised me and I managed to slowly turn around. Sure enough. It was Leif. Looking as normal as when he had been standing in my kitchen doorway. But he wasn’t normal. My body hair standing at attention proved he wasn’t normal. He’d never caused that to happen before. Was it because I now knew what he was?
“Leif?” I croaked out, waiting to see if the boy I’d trusted would morph into some strange demon before my eyes. God, I hoped not.
“Can we talk?”
That would be a bad idea.Voodoo wasn’t cool. And I was positive their spirit prince of the dead wasn’t either. Where was Gee and what did I do about this?
“Um... well... you kind of scare the crap out of me so I’m not sure I want that.”
He chuckled and I almost relaxed. I was familiar with that sound. Leif’s chuckle always made me smile.
“There’s nothing to be scared of. I would never hurt you.”
I rubbed at the hairs on my arms thinking that my body begged to differ and he shrugged, “That I can’t help. Not anymore. I’m not in a human form any longer. You’re going to react to me that way.”
Human form? Any longer?
“What do you want?”
He took a step toward me and I pressed up against the door of my car. The cool metal did nothing to soothe the strange heat coming off his body.
“Hmm... I should have guessed you’d ask that question first. You always cut to the chase,” he flashed the crooked grin I’d always loved. “But I need you to trust me and listen.”
Trust him? Not likely.
“Have I ever hurt you Pagan?”
Well... not exactly. I responded only with a small shake of my head.
“And I never will. Haven’t I always been there when you needed me? The tree, the lake, the time you were lost... the time you were dying from the disease in your body.”
Realization washed over me and I stared at him. His blue eyes. The shape of his jaw. His posture. The curve of his lips and sound of his voice. He -- Leif was -- he was the boy from my dreams.
“It’s you.”