"No!"
The piercing scream, from the dark spectre of Sister Evangeline, caused Rachel to sink down against the door, her heart threatening to burst from her chest. Never had she known such fear in the presence of the dead. Is this how she would die?At the hands of darkness, seeking to destroy her?Her head spun, feeling the evil emanating from the spirit before her.
Her throat felt constricted, dear God, where was Galen?
And then she heard it, an almighty growl coming from the other side of the door. She closed her eyes, sliding away from it, when she heard him, throwing his weight against it.
Looking up, she saw Sister Evangeline rising from the rocking chair.
"We shall meet again, Rachel,and when we do,you won’t be so lucky,"she said ominously, before vanishing, leaving no trace that she'd been there.
The wooden door shattered as Galen came through it. Rachel
"Playing hookey?"Rachel attempted to smile as Becca opened the door to her apartment. She saw her sister take in the sight of her uniform."My shift starts at eleven,"Rachel answered. "Becca, I need to talk."Becca took her by the arm, pulling her in. "I've made some tea, come on."Rachel silently trailed behind her sister as they walked to the kitchen. Three days had passed since that night and she hadn't heard a word from Galen.He had taken her words to heart, it seemed. He was done with her. Not only had she put his life in danger, but she'd also broken his heart. It seemed hurt was the one thing she could dole out at lightning speed.Becca handed her a cup and she took it, sipping absentmindedly, not even tasting it."What's wrong, Rachel?Is it about Buck, maybe closing the diner?""I wish it were that simple
Rachel brought her car to a halt at the well beaten path, leading to the asylum. She'd asked Buck if she could come in later and he agreed. Business was slow and she could take all the time she needed."Breathe, Rachel,"she told herself. "You're about to take your little sister's advice and run after a man, who you left in a world of misery."Saying it out loud to herself, didn't make it any less hurtful. What would he do when he saw her?This could all be for nothing. He could easily tell her to take a long walk off a short pier, and he would be justified in his anger.It was true what Becca said. She'd taken the choice away from him, making it all about her and what she wanted in that moment. She didn't give him a chance to decide for himself, what he wanted to do. It was selfish of her and she knew that now.She made her way to his cabin, when she didn't see him in the garden. His tool
Rachel bristled with rage. The nerve of this woman. Mentally, she prepared herself, for a good old-fashioned catfight. There was nothing she would love to see more, than every strand of bleached blonde hair, lying on the floor."So, where is he?"Rachel asked, surveying the cabin and seeing no trace of him. Her heart sank, thinking he might be in the bedroom, awaiting the return of his vixen."He's not here,"the blonde said. She reached for her pack of menthols, offering to Rachel, who declined with a sarcastic smirk.She casually lit one, blowing rings of smoke. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Anita James. An old friend of Galen's from high school. I work for Enid Morris, the woman who owns the asylum. That day you saw us at the diner, was us seeing each other again, for the first time in fifteen years.""Touching, "Rachel replied snarkily. "Your reunion was so spectacular, it led you to his bed."
Allison,the name of the girl in her vision, the one giving birth. Why would she assume the identity of Sister Evangeline? And how did this Anita woman know so much about it?"Wait, hold up,"Rachel said. "You're telling me there's no nun, but there is a girl posing as one. Are you saying I'm being terrorized, by a spirit, with a split personality?"Rachel felt her stomach turn. Of all the things she'd seen in her life as a clairvoyant, this beat all of it, hands down. A mentally disturbed ghost, what more surprises would there be?"In effect, yes,"Anita replied. "There was a Sister Evangeline, working at the asylum to give spiritual comfort to those who needed it. An orderly raped Allison and she birthed his baby. She was a child herself, and Sister Evangeline made sure the baby was put up for adoption. In a rage, Allison killed her, by pushing her over the third-floor balcony. ""How do you know all this?"Rachel ask
Hours passed and Rachel called Buck to tell him she wouldn't make it in at all. He sounded sympathetic as she told him what was going on and she asked him not to say anything to Becca or their mother, until she knew exactly what she was dealing with.A comfortable truce had been reached, between her and Anita, and in spite of herself, Rachel was warming up towards the other woman. Especially when she learned Anita was gay and happily in love with her girlfriend.It irked her that Galen had such drop-dead gorgeous lady friends, but it was par for the course, probably. It would be ludicrous, to think a man like him could have lived like a monk his entire life.She wondered what she would say to him, when he walked through the door, and more importantly, how would he react when he saw her. She rehearsed their coming conversation in her mind, and was still going over it, when the door to the cabin opened, wh
Rachel gently pulled away from him, the excitement of the moment, overshadowed, by the lurking threat of Allison. Part of her was jumping for joy, while another was almost cringing in fear. She couldn't forget how terrified she was, that night in the asylum. The spirit was intent on killing her that night, and Galen too. The memory of him, lying bruised and battered in her arms, was almost too much to contemplate and she struggled to focus on the problem at hand."You okay?"he asked. "There's no more secrets between us, Rachel. It’s us against the world, and my money's on us."She smiled at the assurance in his voice. This man had no need for deception, or hidden agendas. He was honest to a fault. "It’s still a frightening prospect, Galen. Going up against this spirit won't be easy."He led her to the couch. "I know, but I hope that what I learned from Mrs Morris, can help us defeat her."Rachel looked at him
"No, please don't do this!""You have to be stopped Allison, once and for all!"Allison struggled in vain as the two men violently grabbed her, pushing her to the ground. Next to her, she saw the young boy, his neck broken and her face bleeding from where he'd scratched her as she strangled him, before ending his life."Hold her steady, "one of the men commanded. The other one sat down on top of her, pinning her with his weight.The one who'd spoken, gagged her, then tied her hands and feet with rope.They dragged her outside, in the dead of night, with her struggling in vain against them. Her white dress tore and ripped with the force of their anger."You will suffer, as you made others suffer, at your hand. "Allison's eyes widened in terror, as they rolled her into the open grave, and the last thing she felt, was dirt being heap
Days Later. . . ."Rachel, are you sure you don't want me to come up there and help?"Rachel switched her cellphone to the other ear. "Yes, Becca. I'm sure. I don't want you to be here. We don't know what will happen when we confront Allison."Becca sounded agitated. "All the more reason for me to be there Rachel!""No,"Rachel said firmly. "This is my fight, Becca. I want you to stay out of it. I need you to be safe."When the call ended, Rachel stuck her cell in her jeans' front pocket, watching Galen and Anita walk up the pathway. Mrs Morris was with them, her face set in a mask of grim concern. After introducing her to Rachel, the four of them went to the cabin, where Rachel had made a fresh pot of coffee."I always knew, it would someday come to this,"the grey-haired woman said, in her crisp English accent. "My entire life has been defined by this woman, a
One Week Later…“When dad died, it was easier almost. We had a body; we knew he was gone…We could even plan a funeral. Now we don’t even have that…”“Do you think mom is really gone, Rachel? Would she just leave and go without saying goodbye?”Becca’s voice was tinged with sadness and Rachel reached for her hand, where they were sitting on the porch, watching the sunset.The last week had been rough. Since Allison’s revelation that Vivianne had taken control of Liz’s body, everything just seemed to go to hell.Liz had vanished. After coming back to her senses in the boutique, Rachel immediately called Becca and they rushed to Liz’s house, only to find her gone. They had no idea where she was or what Vivianne was planning to do.Sophia had the entire town combed by her best guards and even she came up with nothing. It was as if Liz had disappeared from the face of the earth.To make matters even worse, Gustav was still missing. Galen wanted to come back home the second he heard, but s
“Who’s Allison? Rachel, what’s going on?”Melora sounded as confused as Rachel felt. Why was Allison’s voice, coming forth from Mrs Landry’s corpse? There was no rational explanation, and Rachel motioned Melora to calm down.“She’s someone I helped cross over a while ago…she went into the Light. I have no idea why, or even how, she’s here now.”The creature struggled against her chains until she’d pulled herself into an upright position. She was struggling to form words, that much Rachel knew. Allison was in a body that wasn’t her’s. Controlling it, was almost an exercise in futility.“Come out Allison,” Rachel urged. “Tell me why you’re in this woman’s body. This is wrong, and you know it.”The corpse began to convulse and bile dripped from her deformed lips. Melora stepped back in horror, covering her mouth with her hand as if trying to contain a scream, threatening to erupt from deep within her.A soft glow appeared before them, and took shape, until Allison was fully formed.“Forg
The morning rain kept people at home. The town square was quiet as they passed through it and when the boutique came into sight, Rachel said a silent prayer of protection. She could only imagine the magnitude of what they would find inside. This wouldn’t be her first time coaxing a spirit out of a vessel, but the first involving a werewolf. She noticed that Stefano’s demeanor had changed from when they left home. He seemed pensive and she knew he was worried about Melora.“Thank you,” he said, “for doing this. I know this isn’t how you envisioned your day off.”“I’m glad you asked me. It’ll be nice to see Melora again, even if it’s under these circumstances.”It occurred to her that she missed the friendship they once shared. Growing up, Becca and Melora were basically the only friends she had. Doing what they did, made the Banning girls loners, and to some, outsiders even. But not to Melora. She gave her friendship unconditionally, perhaps because she too, felt like an outsider most
Showered and dressed, Rachel reached not only for her pepper spray, but also the small dagger she kept in her bedside drawer. She sheathed it out of sight beneath her jacket and made her way downstairs.If everything Stefano had told her was true, she didn’t want to take any chances.The dagger was a gift from Becca, after her ordeal at the hands of Sister Evangeline, that dark night at the asylum, when Galen almost lost his life. Becca had found the dagger in a secondhand store and decided they both needed added protection when doing what they did, and bought one for herself too. They’d always thought there was limited physical danger when it came to crossing over the dead, but that night proved their theory wrong, in more ways than one. Not only had the dark spirit trapped her in the asylum, but it also sent mind controlled minions to kill Galen.Walking down the stairs her cell rang and her eyes lit up when she saw Galen’s name. He’d been gone for hours and the silence between th
The night Mrs. Landry died…“What are you doing here, Gwyneth? Melora isn’t here, so you have no one to spit your poison at. How did you even get in? We closed an hour ago.”Maggie Landry proudly face the imperious woman before her. Gwyneth Channing was a piece of work. Every so often she would drop by the boutique, merely to berate her daughter. It never dawned on her that Melora was an adult who could make her own decisions.Never in her more than 200 years on this earth, had she ever seen anyone enjoy doling out misery with such passion. Almost as if it were her life’s work to be the town bitch.“Maggie Landry,” Gwyneth slowly said, enunciating her name and making it sound foul. “You truly have seen to it that my daughter hates me, haven’t you? You’ve turned her against me. Just know I will not let this insult slide. I will destroy you and everything you’ve ever worked for.”Maggie scoffed. “Delusional as always. You and you alone are responsible for Melora wanting nothing to do wi
“What happened?” Rachel asked. It pained her to know that Melora was going through a rough patch. Their friendship may have forcefully died down years ago, thanks to her snob of a mother, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still care about her.Melora had always been the outcast of the Channing family. While her older siblings, Jack and Jennifer, were heavily involved in the family’s shipping business, Melora decided she wanted to pursue her own path. Even in high school she’d always dreamed of becoming a fashion designer. She was shy, but so remarkably talented and that caused even more friction with her mother and siblings. Their elitist sensibilities were at odds with Melora’s independent, kind nature.They simply couldn’t understand why a billionaire heiress would choose a life of struggle, when she’d been born into a life of absolute privilege. They all turned on her, judging her and berating her every chance they got, but her mother was the worst. The one person who was supposed to
Galen left before sunrise the following morning, to find his brothers and tell them the truth about their heritage. Watching him drive away, Rachel felt a shiver of apprehension run down her spine. Who knew how Jax and Gustav would react, if Galen was so torn up about it? As the eldest they looked to him for guidance, but if he wasn’t ready to face the truth, that Sophia was their mother, then how would they?Not to mention the inevitable confrontation looming with the Munroes. After everything Sophia told him about them, she could only imagine the ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.The morning was cold and wet and she pulled her fluffy gown tighter around her, feeling in her pocket for her pepper spray. Colby’s Cove was a sleepy, quiet little town, but she preferred to not take any chances, when it came to having to defend herself.The days after Peter’s death were the worst, when any sound would wake her up at night and even her own shadow scared her. She’d been living in survi
“The Munroes were both adulterers, who brought great scandal to our pack,” Sophia casually announced. “Their affair was… quite disturbing. I banished them myself, once it came to light."Galen felt his jaw open and close. Was he really prepared to hear the truth about the people who raised him? Part of him regretted asking Sophia to tell him what she knew about them, but he also needed to understand why they did what they did. Why would they blindly raise three children who weren’t theirs? Were the monthly cheques from Sophia that lucrative? That they would sacrifice their own lives and ambitions to do her bidding?It baffled him to the point of absolute frustration. Yes, he could understand why Sophia sent them away for their own safety, but he couldn’t fathom why she had these people pretend to be their parents. It made no sense. Why had she not been a presence in their lives all these years?She literally left them, with people who he now knew, were two adulterers, banished from
Leaving Galen and Sophia in the living room, under the pretense of making more coffee, Rachel and Stefano found themselves seated opposite each other in the kitchen. From his initial brooding demeanor, he seemed more relaxed now, and Rachel found herself warming towards him. He seemed nice enough and she could tell how protective he was of Sophia. Could they be more than friends? Stefano smirked mischievously. “I will tell you the same thing I told Galen when I met him earlier today. I have the gift of reading minds. Please shield your thoughts from me. And no, Sophia and I are not lovers.” Rachel was mortified, and she felt her cheeks turn red. Galen did not mention that interesting little fact. “I’m sorry, I was just curious. I sensed your closeness when you arrived. You surely know I have certain gifts myself.” Stefano smiled, pulling the scones towards him. “I know, Rachel. You have gifts of second sight, intuition and you can see the dead, as clearly as you see me now. I i