Chapter 1 #2
“Take it easy on her Kyle, you know this is her first time out in almost a year,” Gabbi sounds a little breathless and her cheeks stain a wine-toned blush over her warm espresso-colored skin.
I stare at her— at the vibrant colors. I want to run my hand over her blush and feel its warmth.
It’s funny the things you miss when you’re dead, but Gabbi has always been respectful of my house, and I don’t want to scare her. Plus, she’s not mine.
Kyle grunts and rolls his vapid, beady eyes as he tugs Trissa through the kitchen into the sitting room. “Let’s put her on the couch, she’s heavy as shit.”
Gabbi gasps indignantly and clucks her tongue but lets go of Trissa long enough to pull the dust sheet off before he slumps Trissa onto the couch.
I float forward, almost as if she’s pulling me to her.
Her head is resting against the arm of the couch while her body is strewn lengthwise, except for one leg, which Kyle, the prick, didn’t bother to move.
I glare back at him over my shoulder as he follows Gabbi back into the kitchen.
I want him to get the fuck out of my house.
I’m torn as I watch him with Gabbi in the kitchen.
I want to stay with my new person, but I feel uneasy leaving that asshole alone with a clearly uncomfortable Gabbi.
A soft moan sounds from in front of me, and my head swings back around to stare down at Trissa as her head slides against the back of the couch.
I feel a little guilty as I decide to stay here, with her.
She moans again, and damn me straight to hell, because my cock bobs at the sound.
That’s new. I glance down at my crotch briefly before dropping to my knees and gently lifting my hand toward her face.
My skills with manipulating matter are not the strongest, but if I concentrate I can usually move small things.
My house is easier to manipulate. Anything I touched while alive responds to me much easier.
I lean in over her and gently smooth her sweeping side bangs away from her face.
It feels like the breath catches in my throat as her eyes flutter open.
A shiver races through my whole body as I look into her glassy blue eyes.
My skin feels magnetized and heat like I haven’t felt since before dying rages through my veins.
Trissa smiles weakly and reaches a hand out toward my face, and I feel a tightness in my chest that leaves me feeling breathless and weak.
Well, most of me feels weak. My cock didn’t get the memo as it pulses to life and strains against the material of my pants.
What the fuck is happening to me? Nothing like this has ever happened before and I’m equal parts elated and terrified.
This is the most alive I’ve felt in fifty years.
Trissa’s small pink tongue reaches out to moisten her lips and she tries to croak something out. Her throat must be dry because her brow pinches in discomfort and she swallows before trying again. “Y-you have… the most hauntingly beautiful green eyes”.
My brain doesn’t register her words right away, but my cock does as it pulses painfully against my pants. She thinks my eyes are beautiful? Wait…
Trissa’s hand finally reaches my face and her fingers brush gently over my cheek and…
holy fuck. Color explodes behind my eyes and a wave of euphoria washes over me.
I hear this incessant thumping like racing horses.
What is that? Everything feels like its spinning but I’m not moving.
I glance around trying to find where that damn noise is coming from so I can silence it and try to concentrate on what the fuck is happening.
I feel moisture on my crotch and look down in horror to see that I came in my pants.
I whine in confusion as I try to slow the spinning of the room and the swirling of the colors behind my eyes enough to focus.
The thumping gradually slows down and I gasp as I realize it’s…
my heart? I have a heartbeat? How the fuck do I have a heartbeat?
I’m panicking now and my eyes dart back to Trissa, desperate for answers.
Her electric blue eyes meet my bottle-green ones and I feel something shift.
She’s looking at me. She’s not looking past me, or through me.
She… she can see me. Feel me. She’s still smiling lazily at me and I notice movement out of the corner of my eye.
I glance toward it and choke as my eyes trail her arm into her leggings.
I can see the dampness against the light pink material and desire surges through me like a punch to the gut.
I shudder and gasp when my hand connects with her thigh.
Three things happen at once. First, I realize with a growl of possessiveness and more than a pang of depravity that the drugged-looking nymph that is moving into my house, for whatever reason, can turn me corporeal.
Second, the urge to ravish her and take absolutely everything is so overwhelming that my grip on my morals is terrifyingly loose.
And lastly, there was a faint gasp just now coming from the kitchen.
It’s the gasp that finally shuts down whatever this was as Trissa breaks eye contact and looks toward the kitchen.
All of the feeling rushes out of me all at once and I’m back to my usual state.
Trissa flushes so prettily, and I want to stay and make her look at me again, but my sanity has been returned enough now that I know I don’t want her pleasuring herself to me in front of Captain Douche.
Rage slams through me at the thought and the cabinets in the kitchen fly open menacingly.
Gabbi gasps and covers her head with her arms, cowering. Shit. I don’t want to scare her.
“K-Kyle I think maybe it’s time you head out, yeah?
” Gabbi’s eyes are sweeping the area around Trissa.
She looks terrified… like she’s seen a ghost. I move slowly back to the corner of the room before floating back up to my attic, my eyes on Trissa the whole way.
I feel clammy and off balance. My mind reels as I try to tamp down the panic that is still running heavy through my veins.
I have absolutely no idea what just happened… but I may know someone who does.
The trouble is we aren’t exactly on good terms. Not since I called them as useless as a cheap party trick and kicked them out of my house.
Those first memories I have after dying flit through my mind and I flinch.
Annoyance at my own hesitation breaks through the panic long enough for me to make a decision.
I take a deep, steadying breath and close my eyes.
“DEATH! I summon you, show yourself!” I open one eye to see if it worked but I’m still alone in my attic. “Damn it. DEATH, I SUM—”.
“Yeah, yeah, we get it. I’m summoned. Yippy doo.
What do you want, man? I was kind of in the middle of something,” a sound like multiple deep voices overlapping with softly whispered feminine echoes sounds out into the room right before a swirling darkness fills the space.
I blink open my eyes and wait for them to materialize.
Slowly a tall, dark figure starts to take shape in the swirling black until I can make out the fine details of a flowing dark cloak lined with pitch-black symbols contrasted in a gentle glow.
Small blue orbs float in the air around them, flickering in and out of the shadows.
A shudder runs down my spine as I look up to greet the face of death, again.