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Not Completely Soulless 4

Sari leaned on the building on the other side of the alley. She patted down the pockets of the coat she was wearing looking for something. It was a men’s small in a dark grey, Cherise was who had initially taken her clothes shopping and had suggested male clothes for more pockets.
Sari was very fond of having places to put things.

From her left pocket she pulled out a packet of cigarettes, removed one and returned the packet to her coat. She continued to pat down herself looking for something else.

 

“Here.” Cherise interrupted noticing Sari’s increasing search speed. Cherise brought up her arms holding her left hand with her palm facing towards herself. She moved her right hand down past her left as though going into a bag that she pretended to hold. Her right hand disappeared as it past the threshold of her left.

 

She brought it back up and it reappeared now holding a light blue safety lighter.

 

“Wouldn’t pyromancy be better?” Sari asked as she lit her cigarette.

“I don’t need to set things on fire very often.”

“Less often than you need to return lost things?”

“Fair point, but I am working on my own endless pocket.” Cherise leaned on the other side of the alley moving her right hand in and out of wherever it went beyond her left arm.

 

“Times really have changed, we never needed to harness magic before.”

“No we just thought we were above it. But more often than not mages witches and warlocks could find a way to beat us.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Just look at Hank, he doesn’t need a curse to be immortal and he’s not abnormally weak to precious metals”

“or balls of string.”

 

Sari took a long drag on her cigarette. She didn’t mind the habit other than how expensive it was. Even if she could get cancer it wouldn’t kill her. The smell wouldn’t stick to her, it wouldn’t ruin her teeth and the addiction could never form. However the nicotine would give her a short high similar to that of completely consuming a soul casing.

 

There was a time that ravishing a human soul was necessary for Sari to stay alive. With age that dissipated now simply accepting a person’s radiant energy was enough. Even being without it for several days would just put her back into her sleeping state, like her time in the coffin.

 

“So what else were you doing here? Helping with deliveries would only take up an hour or two in the morning.”

“I was going to pop in to help then go shopping. Been saving for some furniture.”

“Well go on then, don’t hang around here.”

“Nowhere is open for like another hour.”

 

*

 

Sari hung around outside smoking cigarettes for a few minutes until she realized she could hang out inside a cafe instead.

 

She went to the nearest one and ordered a Flat White.

 

Although she had tried coffee before her time in the coffin it wasn’t nearly as popular. At the time she had thought it was bitter and could have used something to mellow it out, she had similar opinions to what had been made of the cacao bean during her time in spain before leaving for the new world.

 

Cow’s milk that had been steamed and bubbled probably would not have come to mind. Looking at it now she thought it was probably the idea of a master apothecary but who had left out the magic ingredient when selling the recipe.

 

Supposedly this kind of coffee was invented in this part of the world that Sari found herself in. A clever modification on those types that had come before it.

 

The human’s on this land are very fond of their coffee and Sari could see why. It tasted amazing and would often give her the same buzz as a cigarette only more mellow and long lasting.

 

Being in the coffin for over three hundred years didn’t seem like much time, barely a quarter of the time since she’d been born. But it was a long time for the mortals. Their advancement did not shock her as much as Hank thought it would. Automobiles, cell phones and spaceships are fantastic in comparison to what life was like before but no more amazing than what she had seen magic perform.

 

Sari was witness to the ignorance of her forebears that believed themselves greater than mortals because they were eternal. It was their unwillingness to change that got them all killed. So much for immortal. Sari refused to let that be her end.

 

“Is this seat taken?” Asked a man in a business suit cutting through her fog of thought.

“N-No, it’s not.” The noise of the cafe cutting back in.

 

Sari expected him to take the seat to another table as would normally happen in his circumstance. He sat down in front of her.

 

“Uh?” She couldn’t help but let out an unsure sound. Her shimmer had been turned back on and was at a level which would make any regular human ignore her.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He had a smooth face but he did not look young, his hair was short slick dark brown and pulled back tightly. The black suit was perfectly cut and retained a perfect shape even as he sat down.

 

“What are you doing here Demon?” Sari finally caught on. This was no mortal, it was another broken soul but inside someone else’s meat puppet.

“Caught up on the new words then I see. I live here. What are you doing here Vampire?”

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Not Completely Soulless 3

“Do you normally walk to work like that? You’ll destroy someone’s personality.” Hank asked.

“Just having a sensitive day. It’s not a permanent effect.” Sari looked but did not sound apologetic.

“In most circumstances. But humans have a complex psychology, a single moment of that could irreparably damage someone’s self image.”

“If their image was that fragile then it would do them good to rebuild it.”

 

Hank sighed and swivelled around in his chair, back to filling out some forms. He was still wearing his big woollen coat so Sari assumed he wasn’t staying long.

 

“What are you doing here anyway, you don’t have a shift till later.” Cherise’s voice came from a short haired ginger cat sitting another chair beside Hank.

“I came in to help with the deliveries. You know having animals in here violates health codes.”

 

The cat gave a little shake as though getting a static shock, then swiftly became a woman. After catching up on recent media Sari started to liken shifter transformations to bad CGI. She had remained clothed through the shift with the help of an amulet that Hank had provided. Unlike Sari, Cherise could feel the cold and as such wore a thick dark jacket, black pants and a scarf almost the same colour as her cat hair.

 

“My fur doesn’t shed unless I fully regress into an animal state.” Cherise looked about Sari’s age but that didn’t really mean anything in this room, each of them being at least a hundred years old. She had her hair down, another health code violation, it was shoulder length and dark brown. Her normal brown-green eye colour had come back but her iris was still a feline slit shape instead of the human round. “Imagine what they would say if they knew about you turning into a big mosquito.”

 

Cherise and Sari enjoyed giving each other a gentle ribbing but it was all in good fun. It was hard to take offence when you’ve outlived a civilization or two.

 

“There are no deliveries today. They’re changing the route so we get them Mondays now.” Hank said without looking up.

“Wait… It’s not Monday?”

“How do you not know what day it is?” Cherise asked tilting her head with her remaining feline intent.

“You try being in a box while the rest of the world changes the calendar on you.”

 

There was a knock at the front door of the shop. “See, deliveries.”

“That’s not a delivery.” Hank fluidly got up from his chair, moved around the front counter and went to the door.

“Wait. What is it then?” Sari asked, genuinely confused. Cherise said nothing but knowingly smiled.

 

Hank opened the door for the new arrival and in the same motion cast a small spell dulling Sari’s shimmer. “No, you can’t be.” Sari started to figure it out.

 

“Travis, hello. You’re here for the interview yes?”

“Yes. I-I-I am.” A timid boy just over eighteen stood in the doorway.

“Cherise, Sari, some privacy please.” Hank motioned his head at Cherise indicating that she should take Sari with her by force if needed.

 

Cherise grabbed Sari by the hand and pulled her out into the alley behind the store.

 

“A human! You’re going to hire a human?” Sari put on some anger as the situation seemed to be something she should be angry at.

“No, we’re just interviewing one for a position.” Cherise didn’t respond to the anger, she knew it wasn’t real.

“Are you interviewing anyone like us?”

“Well we’re definitely not interviewing any vampires.”
“You know what I meant. Like you and me, Cain’s brood.”

“Brood? Is that what you call us?”

“Does Cain’s Children sound any better?”

 

“You’re right.”
“That you’re going to hire a human?”

“No, brood does sound better.”

“I will bite you Cherise.”

“If we get any non-human applicants they have a higher priority at the moment but there hasn’t been any.”

“How can there not be? Every supernatural in this town know about us.”

“But they aren’t looking for what will likely be minimum wage work. We’re a pizza place not the Refuge. Maybe we’ll get lucky and hire someone who doesn’t know they’re like us.”

“A Taniwha? That could be interesting actually.”

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Not Completely Soulless 2

The wind blew an icy chill over Sari. Her skin responded by popping up with some goosebumps. This reminded her to do a little shiver, rub her arms in a vain attempt to warm herself back up.

 

Just in case someone was watching.

 

She had just stepped out of her apartment building into the little ocean facing alcove at the front. Up here on the top of this hill that was called a mountain barely anyone walked passed. Still, just in case, she performed the ritual of blowing into her hands.

 

A piece of her soul flared up again, though this emotion was not her own, a resonance with another full soul on the edge of her perception. It was amusement. Perhaps someone in the building laughing at a soulless creature pretending to be cold. Or maybe a human in a house nearby watching a comedy show.

 

“It’s going to be one of those days.” Sari didn’t let the emotion creep into her voice so it came out as icy as the wind.

 

With a step forward she went into hyperspeed, the cold wind tried its best to cut into her but she couldn’t feel the temperature of it, only the pressure of it on her skin. Within the space of a few heartbeats she had made it down the hill.

 

No-one would have seen her even if they had been paying attention. She wasn’t sure if it was a function of her shimmer or her speed but she was imperceptible at her highest speeds. Usually her shimmer just made her appear more attractive or less noticeable at will, never had she become fully invisible. Yet, if she was actually moving fast enough to outrun human sight then really her clothes should not have been able to withstand the incoming air.

 

Regardless she had practiced controlling her shimmer every day, there were stories that her Uncle was able to become fully invisible.

 

Sari slowed to a brisk walk as she came upon an alley between two buildings. Now that she was in the more populated area of town it was harder to move that fast without disrupting anyone. Even though she was fairly thin and aerodynamic the air she displaced had previously knocked over several people even a couple of small cars.

 

This had also sparked another idea, could she turn her drag into lift. More study into flight was required for figuring that one out. But she wanted to finish off this game series she had gotten into. There were fourteen games and each of them were hundreds of hours to fully complete. Now that she thought about it they were probably made expressly for soulless like her, surely humans don’t have as much time on their hands.

 

There were several people going her way through town which was fairly normal for this time of the morning. She passed them easily with her quick pace, this got her a few glances but it was probably more because her shimmer was turned to eleven. It was much easier to mentally block the onslaught of human emotion if she was focused on projecting the shell of confidence and beauty.

 

Many would have been unable to look upon her directly without feeling completely inadequate and shamed. But most would only catch the full effect for a moment and just be in awe. This effect would only last seconds and once she was out of their view any negative connotation of the feeling would be gone. A shimmer was able to project an image and influence those who are very suggestible but it was only ever temporary.

 

Even though she wasn’t in hyperspeed it felt like she had made it across town in an instant. She decided to slow down her pace a bit there was plenty of time in the day to do what she needed. First though she was going to pop into work.

 

“Dear Lucifer woman turn down the brightness.” Hank physically shielded his eyes from her Shimmer.

“Sorry, sorry.” Hank was technically human but besides being a landlord and business owner he was a very powerful Warlock.

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Not completely soulless

Sari lifted her feet off of her desk and swung herself around on her chair. The alarm on her phone had started it’s morning mating call. She switched it off and turned back to what she was doing.

 

The game she was playing pulsed blue and grey light over her. Her research into this pastime suggested that doing this all night every night would not be healthy for a human mind or set of eyes. Luckily she wasn’t exactly human.

 

She reached forward and turned the screen off. She would just leave the game paused, having not reached a savepoint recently. The room went completely dark, her apartment was effectively subterranean, so this room didn’t need curtains to reach this pitch black darkness. It was meant for a different type of inhuman but it had been the last apartment available in the building Hank owned.

 

Not that Sari minded at all. She could still see, light was unnecessary.

 

In the time before her confinement, having light at night time was limited so she hadn’t developed the habit of keeping the light on in her sleepless nights.

 

The thought of her time in the coffin got her moving. Not with her top speed but something approximating normal human movement, there was no need to rush. Sari whipped off her fluffy pajamas and put on some clothes.

 

Doing so she mused again at how much she prefered the modern fashion. Thin fabrics, less layers, less mock proportions and less frills. She pulled on a skirt and top before remembering it was winter. She groaned, like the dead body she was, and pulled out some more clothes from her chest of drawers. Cold was no obstacle for her kind, in fact it was beneficial in some cases. However it was one of the requirements of staying in this apartment that she at least try to blend in.

 

Now armed with a scarf, heavy coat and thick tights she was ready to venture outside. She picked up her discarded clothes and put them in her washing basket. Sari didn’t sweat, at least, not in the conventional sense. Her clothes never get dirty from wearing them even if she has exerted herself, a difficult task in its own right, and her skin repealed grease, dirt and other blemishes. This made it difficult to regularly schedule a human routine even outside the fact that she didn’t sleep.

 

To keep herself from wearing the same clothes or giving away any clues to her nature, she showered every night and washed every item of clothing after wearing it once. It was a waste of time, she admitted to herself, but she had more than enough to burn.

 

Sari pulled open her door, the light in the hallway flooding her room.

 

Looking back she took a mental picture of her apartment for later reference. She was going furniture shopping today.

 

On the left was the bathroom, nothing needed for there. Further in but still on the left was the kitchen separated from the living room by a countertop.

 

Living room was still a little bare, there was space on the wall for a couple of paintings. Sari thought about a plant but it would never get any sun.

 

There would be enough room for a settee or whatever they were called in this era. If she planned on having anyone over they would need somewhere to sit. Her thoughts quickly flicked to the idea of having someone stay the night.

 

Somewhere in the remnants of her soul something half remembered how to feel embarrassed. This only sparked more thoughts about what she would do with anyone handsome enough to fulfill her tastes.

 

The remnant of soul core burned out. Her face did not change expression since she had left the game but now she had a question on her brow.

 

“I don’t even have a bed.” She remarked at the images fleeing from her mind.

 

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Didn’t finish a chapter in time #4

Hello hello, its that time again and I completely forgot about Leesandra this week. Instead I have been doing a lot of touch ups for Whiskey and Maeve. By the way, I wasn’t actually aware that Maeve was a real name. For those that don’t know already, Maeve as a name has a meaning too, ‘She who intoxicates’. I had honestly not known this when I thought up Whiskey as a character or gave her a name… so a bit of a happy accident there.


Gary thought himself a simple man, he didn’t want much, a cold beer at the end of a hard working day. To be sure in the safety of all he cared about, to one day find out what happened to Reuben. He used to be a zealot, he was a sworn weapon of Michael, smiting demons and leaving only light in his wake.

He looked down, there was at least four levels between him and the ground now. The climb had been pretty easy up until now, plenty of hand holds and deep slots that his feet could sit in. The design of this building made it seem like the architect gave up at this point and they hired someone else.

There was a fire escape nearby but the handholds didn’t reach it.

He thought about jumping over to it, it was close enough that he could make it and the metal was sturdy enough to take his weight. Doing so played out in his mind, it would make a lot of noise and he would probably be covered in demons before he could say ‘Fire department?’

Resigning that idea he slowly moved down until he found a line of hand holds that would get him close to the fire escape. They would mean he crossed a window but hopefully the curtains were closed.

This wasn’t his first encounter with Mammon’s demons. Around the time when Mammon first took control of this crime family there was a series of baby thefts in the area. The FBI was already investigating Manny but they never would have put two and two together.

Maeve and Gary did though, Maeve was also relatively new but she had studied everything she could get her hands on at the Refuge. They both figured that Mammon was in town and had a penchant for eating infants, most don’t make that association as it seems more like something the Arch-Demon of Gluttony would do rather than Greed.

Gary quickly popped his head down to see in the window, the curtains weren’t closed. There was no-one inside, a vacant hotel room. He moved across so that he was in front of it and tried to lift it open. It didn’t budge. Carefully he slid a small knife out from a sheath tied around his torso. He pushed it under the window and dragged it across. Giving the window another try, it opened with the familiar sound of wood against wood.

The room wasn’t much but probably came with all of Manny’s offered benefits. He may only want to get your soul into the Circle of Greed but he sure has a way of exercising all possible sins. Gary slid the window closed but didn’t lock it just in case.

Once again he donned his glasses and looked around, there was red everywhere. ‘How could I possibly find her?’ Just as he thought that he caught something in the corner of his eye. A demon that looked like it was in distress, its red visage vibrating wildly. ‘Recently possessed is a good chance’.

He pulled his gun off his belt and moved towards the door. There were no demons in the hallway but definitely some on this level. He slowly opened the door to see if there were any unpossessed, there was no-one. Making sure not to slap his feet he hurried down the hall.

Stopping at the stair well he looked around again, no demons on the move or out of place, only the newest addition whipping from side to side.

Gary’s heart stopped. He had finally remembered to look down and could only see red. ‘Mammon must have been out and just come back.’ Thinking quickly he ran up the stairs, if any other demon had caught him he would have been fine to just exorcise it, Mammon was far too powerful for him to do anything about.

He ran down the hall to the room with the volatile demon, not caring about being stealthy any longer. Flicking his head around to see if he was in any immediate danger. Several demons were on the move now, but none were close.

Gary slammed his hand repetitively on the door. Until the door opened.
“What!” The girl, Cameron, who opened it definitely had the face he was looking for, but the voice was that of something fresh from hell.
“Get back in there.” Gary put his gun against her head.
“You think something like that would hurt me human?”
“You bet your ass it will.” He kicked the door open enough to clamber inside.

“I am a shade of Mammon, how could you dare?” Gary smashed her in the head with the butt of his gun. She keeled over in pain. “Argh.”
He pushed the door shut with his foot and continued to point the gun at her. “Where did you come by such a weapon mortal?”
“Michael himself. And his name you shall leave this plain.”
“Ha, ha, ha. I am not under the beck and call of some pathetic frilly angel.”

Gary reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a silver flask. He opened it and poured the contents over the girl. It seemed to be just water but it still made her scream in pain.

“In the name of Michael the sword of God himself you will leave this body. Or I will burn you inside of it.”
“Just you try!”
“They always push me.” He muttered as he reached down with his free hand and grabbed Cameron’s arm. Closing his eyes and facing towards the sky. “Michael, Gabriel and Uriel.  I am but a humble servant I call you now acting in your will…”

“No!”
“Provide me with strength, provide me with your blessing and grant me the power to vanquish thyne enemies!”
“You cannot possibly have their ears!”
“Michael, Gabriel and Uriel hear my prayers. Allow me to be the sword with which you shall shatter the night!”

Cameron’s body started to writhe unable to get free from Gary’s grasp. “Michael! Gabriel! And Ur…” The girl started to scream, a scream so shrill it surely would have awoken the dead. Her face lit up with a holy white light. Gary continued to look away, to be sure not to accidentally glean the form of whoever was coming to his aid.

The girl went limp in his hand. Gary looked back at her making sure the demon was gone. There was no red showing through the glasses.
“Thank you.” He called out still unsure who had helped.

“No, thank you.” Gary recognized that voice.

Manny was now standing in the door way.

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Whiskey and Maeve – an update

Hello there,  this week we’re going to take a break from Leesandra and Kyber-kind and talk about Whiskey’s story. Just before Leesandra gets herself into trouble.

Now the first thing I want to talk about is the final state that Whiskey’s story is going to be in. Once I have actually gotten around to doing all the touch ups I want to do, and filled it out with all the fluff i want it to have. Only then will we look at a full publication.

Likely what will happen is I will just put links to downloads for it in an e-book format. So you can read it on your kindle or tablet or holo-screen or what ever. But at the same time we will be looking at doing an audio version because I have a friend who thinks I’m good at this or something.

In regards to that, I need some cover art for this. I had commissioned a very beautiful lady to get this done for me but alas the fates did not smile upon such an event. Luckily I have at least one other person who may be able to help on that front, but if anyone here is an artist I would love to see your ideas on how my cover should look. Bearing in mind that if I like it and want to use it, I will pay you for it despite this being a free publication because I have that fantasy of being a published writer.

So, how far have I gotten? How close is it too being done? How can we make it happen faster? What are plans for the future?

I have managed to collate it all into one file…

And have started to flesh more of the substance to the novel itself, characters and settings and the like. How close am I? Months still, at least. I wanted to take a good break from all writing while I did the touch ups but then I realized that unless I also didn’t go to work it would have been ages without any word from me at all.

Make faster? How? Well, continue to read everything I put out, maybe even go back and read the old stuff to. Tell me what you think even if you think its critical. Knowing that you’re interested will definitely spur me on.

The future is not set in stone. But my plans for it are probably cast in a form of clay. I would like to end up with the time to work on my writing more readily but I would also like to have the means to eat and live. In regards to this story in particular the plan is that once I complete the first part I will be doing draft chapters of the next story as before. If that collides with the Kyber story then so be it, I will probably do an on/off schedule like I did before.

As I said, let me know what you think about this, how it makes you feel. Write me a story sometime, give and take haha.

Bye-bye

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Didn’t finish a chapter in time #2

Hey hey hey, it’s that time again. Looks like it’s another week without I’m afraid.

Honestly I’m a bit surprised that I’ve been able to get them out for most of this month. It’s been a bit hectic around here. Late last month, basically earlier this month, it was confirmed that I needed to move out of my current apartment. I didn’t exactly have anywhere lined up and actually only found a place last weekend.

Yeah, my month of free time was encapsulated by searching for a house to rent.

With a full time job and living in the Capital city of New Zealand you would kind of expect that it wouldn’t be too hard to find someone to take my money in exchange for a living arrangement. Unfortunately January – early February is also when all the new students start looking for accommodation. The market was a bit saturated with demand for those who took economics.

Luckily that’s all okay now, signed on for a house, should even have fiber installed so I can upload to YouTube correctly.

So you may wonder why I didn’t manage to finish up a chapter this week, now that the stressful part is over. Well if we take a look at it in a general sense then we can say that its because my routine has been a bit broken by all that. And while that is a factor there are other forces at work.

My writing has always been at the mercy of my imagination, so long as I can pull my mind into the world I’m writing about I can usually trudge through the story even if sometimes begrudgingly.

This means that if I can focus enough I can just go and go until I need to eat, drink or get back to my actual job. Considering that, let me also add that under stress I gain immense focus, I think you’ll understand how this all works.

Now that I’m not stressed, in fact I’m mostly elated (I got a new job! Yeah!), I’m having a bit of a hard time with the whole focus thing. This isn’t all bad though, well of course it isn’t, being not stressed is a good thing. At least it means that we should return to our regularly scheduled program… maybe not next week as that’s when I move house but at least the week after.

As before, let me know if you like this kind of thing, or if you have any questions at all really.

Bye-bye.

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Whiskey and Maeve – A Christmas Special

Sorry it’s late,  I wanted to make sure this one was nice and polished.
It was going to be released on Christmas or Christmas Eve, so I guess its also kind of early?

 


Maeve picked up Whiskey’s desk with one hand and put it down on the other side of the room.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Whiskey asked trying to appear unsurprised by the feat of strength.

“Making room.”

“Making room for what?”

“The tree.”

 

“The tree?”

“The Christmas tree.”

 

Whiskey stepped out of the kitchen and felt a wave of queasiness, almost dropping her mug of eggnog. Maeve was suddenly beside her holding her steady.  “You okay?”

 

“Yeah I’m fine, drink is just a little stronger than I expected, I guess.” She looked down at herself, she was wearing a pair of Santa slippers with matching red knitted pants and sweater. Maeve was wearing a matching outfit, this seemed to both comfort and alarm her.

“Don’t get too drunk before everyone gets here.” Maeve let her go and poked out her tongue.

“I won’t…” The nausea had subsided but something else seemed off.

 

The white ball of her Santa hat had started to tickle her face so she brushed it away. That didn’t seem to be the cause of her unease.

 

“Guide, if you would do the honors.” Maeve picked up the rugged old book and held it open towards the now empty part of the room.

“It would be my pleasure.” Several of Guide’s pages flipped over in quick succession. “Here it is.”

“I pull from eden, pine tree!” Maeve called out. Guide lit up so bright that Whiskey had to cover her eyes.

She put down her hand and blinked a few times. There was now a small tree in her apartment, seemingly grown out of the floor.

 

“Uh!” Whiskey exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, it won’t leave a single trace. And neither will this.” Maeve pulled a glass tube from her jeans and pushed it up against the wall. It left behind a blue shine, like a luminescent stain on the wall.

“Ah!” She exclaimed again.

“Shush.” Maeve had quickly drawn up a runic circle. The blue light seemed to slip away as a dark patch formed in the wall. The wall grew darker and darker until it was black and seemed to suck away the light around it.

 

Something purple started to poke out from the black. It was a thick tendril, like the root of some alien tree. Once it had slithered out a metre or two it twisted back on itself.

 

Whiskey stood in the middle of the room, mesmerised yet freaking out about almost everything around her.

 

The tendril reached back into the void that it had came from and started to pull out something. Tinsel, it was pulling out red tinsel. Slowly but surely it wrapped the piece around the tree and then folded back on itself to get more decorations.

 

Eventually the whole tree was covered with trinkets, glitter and candy canes.

 

“What’s this?” Whiskey asked, but she wasn’t even sure what she wanted to know.  There was a knock on her apartment door.

 

“They’re here.” Maeve was already at the door pulling it open. “Merry Yuletide.” Maeve greeted Isaac and David standing in the door. They were both dressed in their everyday black coats, but David had a Santa hat on.

“Felix Dies Natalis Solis Invicti.” David replied. Isaac grumbled, Whiskey chuckled to herself as she imagined him saying ‘Bah humbug’.

 

Whiskey’s gaze stuck on David, an image flickered in her mind. It was a painful image, not physically painful but emotionally painful. She started to sway a little as her vision blurred around the edges. Maeve was holding her again, she moved Whiskey to her desk chair and sat her down in it.

 

“I really don’t think you’re okay.”

“No really, it’s probably just this drink.” Whiskey deflected

“What’s wrong with her?” Isaac asked.

“She’s been acting dizzy.”

 

“Have you been near any dimensional portals lately?” David asked. Something in Whiskey’s subconscious forced her not to look at him.

“I have my disciple tentacle in the wall, but I set it up after she almost fell over the first time.”

“I feel fine guys, people get light headed sometimes. This drink probably isn’t helping.” Whiskey handed Isaac the mug. He sniffed it and gave it a swig.

“Woah, alright, that’s mostly alcohol. Looks like you already know how this celebration works.” Isaac stared at the drink with wide eyes. Maeve and David laughed.

 

Whiskey tried to look at David in her peripheral vision. Slowly focusing on the bottom of his coat moving up. Each inch made her stomach flip over. She didn’t want to look at his face but she didn’t know why. Another inch, another butterfly in her gut. Another inch coming into focus. Blood.

 

“Present’s then?” Whiskey lost concentration as Maeve pushed a bright green box in front of her.

“Heck yes!” Whiskey answered.

 

‘How am I suddenly so perky, what the hell is going on?’ She wondered in the back of her mind.

 

“Oh presents for us too?” David asked as Maeve shoved boxes into his and Isaac’s hands.

“This is awesome, what is it?” Whiskey had already pulled apart her present and was holding its contents up to show it off.

“That is a demon shiv.” Isaac answered her. “It’s only really useful on spiritual entities. It wouldn’t hurt anything corporeal.”

“Thank you Maeve. I imagine that I’ll probably end up using it one day.”

 

‘…probably end up using it one day, god I am embarrassing… What am I thinking? Why are we not freaking out right now?’

 

“Alright my turn.” David grabbed part of the bow on the top and pulled. It started to unravel.

 

Time seemed to slow. Whiskey screamed in her own mind.

 

‘Look at him! Look at his face! Why can’t I look at him?’

 

Her head snapped into place. Her eyes resting on him. Everything froze in place. She remembered. Not even two months ago. His head was removed. David is dead. He can’t be here. Why are we having Christmas?

 

“You’re not real!” Whiskey screamed at the top of her lungs. Time resumed.

“Huh?” Maeve, David and Isaac all looked at her at once.

 

Whiskey stood up, grabbed the shiv tightly in her hand and bolted out the door and down the stairs. She bursted through the exit onto the street. At least it seemed like the street at first. It was dark, but darker than it should have been, even for late at night. Whiskey looked up, there weren’t any streetlights nor buildings besides her apartment building.

 

“You just had to look the gift lion in the mouth didn’t you?” She heard a voice that came from all around her.

“Who are you?” She held out the dagger and spun around trying to see where it was coming from.

“Well.” A man appeared in front of her, like he had coalesced out of the air itself. He was barely covered by a white piece of cloth, like an ancient greek noble “I am the ghost of all possible Christmas’s.”

“That’s dumb, you’re dumb. Take me back to where you took me from.”

 

“Why is it dumb?” He started to pace along the pavement. Whiskey now noticed that it only reached a few metres out from where they stood.

“Because Christmas was only recently thought up, if there was a pantheon of Christmas ghosts then why weren’t you in the stories with all the other myths?”

“Well I was around before it was called Christmas.”

“Ah. Why am I having this conversation with you? Take me back.” Whiskey side stepped a few times to keep up with him.

 

“Do you really want to go back? Are you sure you don’t want to stay here with all your friends.”

“This isn’t real, they aren’t real.”

“Of course it’s real, this is a real Christmas that could have been.”

“You’re telling me that you can control the very fabric of time and make it so that David didn’t die?”

“Yes.” He stopped and turned to her.

“Then why didn’t Isaac conjure you to bring him back? Why are you talking to me?”

 

“Because it needs to be someone who would believe. Isaac doesn’t believe in hope or in the good of the universe, he is black at heart. Where as you are so full of wishes and dreams, unabashed by the horror you have faced.”

“So the standard Christmas hullabaloo. Why isn’t this world complete then?”

“Seriously, so many questions.”

 

“Because it’s feeding off your soul. This world would only come to pass if you gave up your life.” Maeve appeared outside the apartment building.

“How did you get here? I didn’t pull you through.” The ghost started to walk back towards her.

“I’m a soulless, idiot.”

“Huh, so you are. No matter, you can stay if you like. Don’t listen to her though Whiskey.” He turned his back on Maeve and headed back to Whiskey. “It’s really not like that all. Why offer you the deal if you’re not there to enjoy it?” Maeve stared at Whiskey fiercely until she noticed her gaze.

“Then what are you asking for in return?” Whiskey asked. Maeve started to make gestures with her hands. Like she was punching low.

“Just your cooperation, you do this for me, I’ll ask favours of you. Standard Wizard deal type stuff.”

“I see.”

 

Maeve started to act like she was stabbing herself in the gut. Whiskey clicked.

“Oh Maeve.” He shook his head and started to turn back to face her. “That little dagger won’t work on me, I made this world.” Whiskey made two large bounds and jabbed the Demon shiv directly into where the ghost’s kidney ought to have been. “Ugh! How?”

“That wasn’t the shiv you had made for me to put in the present.” Maeve popped up behind him as well. She ripped out the blade and jammed it into his other side. “This is the one I always carry.”

 

He faded away, as did the rest of the street.

 

They were back in Whiskey’s apartment and back in their normal attire.

“How did you figure it out?” Whiskey asked.

“I was never really under the spell. Soulless aren’t affected by dimension merging. I’m just glad you figured it out.”

“Yeah, I guess that he could have just ejected you whenever. What was he?”

“Angel I think, trying to trick you into selling your life for an alternate timeline. Getting around Death’s control over his soul.”

 

“But why my life? And why would an Angel want David to be alive so badly?”

“Who knows, but whatever the reason, the Angel won’t be dead. Can’t actually kill Angels. They’ll be back at some point. You should probably keep a hold of that Shiv.”

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Whiskey and Maeve Chapter 34

‘Pick me up.’

Whiskey heard Anima call out to her. ‘No.’ She yelled in her mind.

She looked past the blade trying to lose focus on it. Isaac groaned as the golem dragged him up by his feet.

“I’ve killed David, stomped on Maeve and am about to give Isaac a swirly in blood. Are you really the best the refuge has to offer?” Radu stepped out from behind the golem. “Oh you brought someone else. No matter.”

The golem threw it’s free arm as though going for an upper cut. The blood dragged along the ground, picking up Anima before hitting Whiskey head on.

The arm swallowed her up. She was smothered in blood again but managed to hold her breath this time.

She swirled around and around in the thick soup, holding her nose closed with her hand. Her lungs starting to scream for air.

Whiskey was suddenly deposited on the ground. She rolled onto her side and took the deepest breath she had ever taken. She heard the sound of metal hit the marble beside her. Anima entered her mind again.

‘Pick me up Whiskey.’ The voice was clear now, a gentle voice, like her mother’s.

‘I will not!’

“Such turmoil in this one. She’s a human, did we bring an apprentice Isaac? To a fight between masters?” Radu was close to her now, only steps away. “Magic has barely touched this soul. She hasn’t been trained at all?”

Radu made a few quick strides, his shoes tapping along the floor. “I guess I could use some minions after what happened. But first, we have to work out the kinks.”

His foot smashed into Whiskeys stomach. Her back hit something hard and all the air she had just got back was gone.

Whiskey opened her eyes. Her vision blurred but she could see enough. Isaac was hanging lifelessly from the hand of the golem. Maeve’s every move was met with a quick squeeze making her arms and legs contort against the ground.

‘Pick me up.’

“Look who’s awake.” Radu stared down at her.

‘Pick me up Whiskey.’ The voice was getting impatient.

“I- can’t…” Whiskey couldn’t pull in enough breath to speak.

“You can’t what?” Radu kicked her again. She pulled her head back in pain, she saw David’s headless body.

‘Pick me up or your friends will die by your hands!’ Anima screamed in her head.

Whiskey slowly pulled her hand away from her stomach.

“Are you going to beg for your life?” Radu laughed mockingly. The sword beside him flipped over, he looked down at it. It shot across the ground and landed in Whiskey’s hand. “What?”

Anima felt warm, yet her hand had began to feel numb.

“Stop whatever it is that you are doing.” Radu slammed his foot onto her forearm. The pain disappeared as quickly as it hit her. She tightened her grip.

‘I’ve never had to fill in this much. I can’t wait to see how this goes.’

The numb-warm feeling spread out from her arm and bloomed out once it hit her torso. She jumped to her feet, she felt no exhaustion or fatigue.

“Kill her!” The blood golems fist came down fast.

Anima flashed, the fist splashed down behind Whiskey, losing form and cascading into a puddle.

Radu disappeared into hyper speed. Anima came up and blocked the blow of his sword.

He darted around and slashed at her as fast as he could. Every time, Anima was there to meet his sword.

“H-how? You’re human! That’s just a sword! Isaac wasn’t like this with it!” The golem’s arm had regenerated. It dropped Isaac from the other hand and started to bring them together with Whiskey in between. She didn’t move, she wasn’t afraid.

The golem clapped with a wet sloshing sound. Radu pulled out of hyper speed and stared intently where the hands had met. The golem exploded like a water balloon in slow motion.

“A-” Radu squeaked as he started to shrivel back inside himself.

Whiskey stood in the rain of blood that came down. Anima resting on her shoulder. She let the drops fall on her face, smiling in the shower.

Radu’s blade came down at her. Anima was there to stop his attack, Whiskey just held her head back smile on her face.

“What are you?”

“I am free.” Whiskey spoke but two voices came out.

He swung again horizontally. Whiskey grabbed his blade out of the air. She lifted her head and saw the terrified look on Radu’s face.

“Are you going to beg for your life?” The second voice laughed mockingly.

Anima came down and sliced into his shoulder, not stopping for even bone. Radu didn’t scream he only opened his mouth and stared with wide eyes. Whiskey looked at the split she had put in him.

She looked back at his face. Her back started to hurt.

‘Don’t let me go!’

“No.” Whiskey spoke with just her own voice.

‘You can’t be complete without me!’

“No.”

‘You won’t be safe.’

“No!” Anima dropped out of her hand. Pain and exhaustion hit her with a sack of Nokia phones. Her knees gave out and she fell to her ass.

Anima hit the ground, making small twangs with each bounce.

‘Pick me back up!’ The voice screamed over and over in her head.

Isaac half ran half limped over and snatched Anima off the ground. The voice cutting out with a whining scratching noise like a molested turntable.

Whiskey rolled over and held her stomach with both arms. She ached all over, her hair was sticking to her scalp and face. Her eyes burned trying to cry but nothing came out.

“How did she do that?” Maeve asked.

“I’m- not- sure.” Isaac winced as he spoke.

*

Maeve carried Whiskey to the car, Isaac carried David.

“I’m putting her in front. I’ll sit next to David.”

“Okay.” Isaac’s tone hadn’t changed since Whiskey had gone catatonic.

She lifted the door handle with her foot and placed her down as gently as she could. She could feel a war going on inside Whiskey but she barely moved on the outside.

Maeve pulled the seatbelt across her.

“Thank you.” Whiskey breathed the words warmly into her ear.

“No, thank you.” Maeve checked that all Whiskey’s limbs were inside the car before closing the door. Isaac was just as careful with David.

“So how did she do that? That was full soul fusion, it would take years to blend that well with a weapon let alone one like yours.”

“I said, I don’t know.”

“And how did she let go? She was gone, you heard the sword speak through her.”

“Soul magic isn’t an exact science, I guess she just had the willpower to overcome it.”

They got in the car and started the engine.

“How can you be as plain as her?” Whiskey turned to Isaac.

“What?” Isaac asked.

“You, you’re not feeling grief at all, not at any stage. David is dead and your acting exactly like the soulless we have in the back seat.”

“He’s not going to stay dead.”

“No wonder life doesn’t mean anything to you lot, death holds nothing over you.”

Whiskey popped open the glove compartment and pulled out the holy water David put in there. She took a long swig and stared out the window saying nothing else.

*

Isaac drove all the way out of the city back to their small town. He dropped Whiskey and Maeve off at Whiskey’s apartment at Maeve’s request. He made sure that they were inside before he took off back to the magic shop.

He parked outside the back entrance, picked up David and carried him inside.

Gently putting him down on the sofa Isaac moved to the store room briskly. He grabbed a small box from the top of a small tower of identical boxes and started to fill it with items.

He must have been around the whole storeroom twice before he came back out.

Isaac dropped the box on the staff room counter and walked over to what seemed to be another cupboard. It opened onto a library, it was two levels high and stacked with books even though the building only had one floor.

He stopped in the middle of the room and closed his eyes, he pointed his finger out in front of him and slowly twirled around. He stopped and extended his arm out further.

There was a shuffle of leather and cloth as a thick brown book slid out slowly then glided elegantly across the room to him. He plucked the book out of the air and left, slamming the door behind him.

The book made a loud thump as it hit the ground next to the sofa. Isaac rustled through the box of ingredients. He took out and carefully placed a small satchel next to the box. He picked up a small sack and threw it back in the direction of the store room. It slapped the door and sagged onto the ground.

Isaac pulled a pen and notepad from his inside pocket. He scribbled a few words on the first page then ripped it off, stuffing it into the satchel.

He stuffed in a few other items as well directly from the box. A small cat bone, a vial of blood, and a pinch of sand from one of the sacks. He dumped the rest of the box onto the floor and sat next to it’s contents.

Isaac started to draw onto the concrete floor with some black chalk. There was already some faded lines drawn in that he was just filling in.

After the circle was complete, he poured himself a cup of water, which he then used to wash away the runes in the middle of circle.

He reached over to where David lay and grabbed the book.

He flicked through the pages and found what he was looking for.

Isaac frowned, he dropped the book onto its spine, leaving it open. He jumped to his feet and re-entered the library. He came out a few moment later with a much thicker and darker book.

He sat back down and began flicking between them as though trying to find differences. He was matching names of the runes to how they looked in reality. He could never remember how to draw them.

Once he had memorized their looks he pulled himself up again. He kicked the box away and shifted its previous contents around with his feet.

He went into his coat again and pulled out his own wand. It was carved nicely to fit perfectly in his hand and decorated with jewels and golden thread.

Pointing it at the ground he gave it a flick, black goo shot out the end of it and splattered in the middle of the circle. With a few more flicks the goo shifted around into the runes he had wanted painted down.

“Why did you always draw these?” Isaac looked at David and grinned.

He picked up the satchel off the counter and put it down in the middle of the circle.

He gave a relieved sigh now that he had finished. Pulling up a stool he closed his eyes and started to chant in his head, he didn’t have to wait long.

“What do you want?” Isaac opened his eyes and saw the corpse in front of him. It still looked alive, freshly made up for the funeral he assumed.

“You didn’t have to come yourself Death, I’m sure one of your assistants could have sorted this one out.” He stood and pushed away the stool.

“You haven’t answered my question.” Death pulled up one of the body’s arms and inspected the rings and other jewelry on it’s hands.

“David, to come back. It’s all in the offering.”

“No deal.”

“You want more souls?”

“I don’t want anything, David’s not coming back.”

“What? After all the things I’ve done for you.”

“All things that I have compensated you for.”

“Don’t play games with me! Give him back right now!” The corpse moved faster than any soulless could have. It was suddenly in front of him, dead eyes staring into his.

“You dare try to command me. I could take you right now without a moment’s thought.”

“You do this and I won’t be doing anything for you ever again.”

“I know, that was the point.” Death disappeared, so did the runes of the circle and everything in it. Isaac dropped to his knees.

He stayed there till the sun rose the next morning.


 

Hi, so you may have noticed that this one was a fair bit longer than the previous chapters. That’s because it’s going to be the last for a while, at least when it comes to Whiskey and Maeve.
This is because I will be spending a few months collating these into a more cohesive story. The complete works will the true cannon by the way for all of you like myself that actually care about that.
Once it is done I will find a way for this to be freely available to everyone who would enjoy it so don’t worry about that.

Otherwise, we will be having an intermission between now and the next chapter that will probably be just a bunch of random ramblings of mine and see what sticks.

Thank you all for reading during all those other short gaps, I hope you continue to enjoy as I move forward 🙂

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Whiskey and Maeve Chapter 33

“This is it.”

“Thanks, I wasn’t sure after you told me to drive through the gates.” Isaac spoke plainly and pushed open his door.

Whiskey and Maeve got out as well, all three slamming their doors closed.

“I was expecting more of a welcome.” Maeve waved out her hand at the empty courtyard they were standing in. “Maybe just one guard?”

The mansion was almost brand new, a mix of dark stone and wood painted black. Whiskey could definitely appreciate the building but she winced away from the idea of living in a house like this.

“How much do you think a place like this cost?” Isaac wondered out loud.

“These days probably three to four million. They probably didn’t pay for it though.” Maeve answered.

‘Oh god I could buy a house like this easily.’ Whiskey quickly made a few calculations in her head. ‘And still have enough to live off with investment returns.’ Whiskey coughed as if it would stop anyone from reading her mind.

Maeve zipped forward and knocked on the front door, still using her hyper speed which made it sound like machine gun fire. “I don’t think anyone’s home. Can’t sense anyone.”

Isaac made his way up to the door at his normal human pace.

“Standard breaking and entering then.” He nodded at Maeve, she put her hand on the door. Whiskey was close enough to see the door entirely now. It was tall, at least twice her height, probably about twice her width as well. It had an intricate design carved into it, spirals and stars, very reminiscent of Van Gogh.

“No enchantments, just wood.” Maeve stated. The door shattered into splinters, each flying off into the mansion.

“Gah…” Whiskey let out a muffled shout.

“You okay?” Maeve asked.
“Yeah… I guess I’m just a little sentimental.”
“It was a door.”

“It was pretty.”

The entrance to the house was just as any mansion should be, crystal chandelier, marble floors and two grand staircases.

Their footsteps echoed as the stepped inside. Isaac and Maeve were in front looking from side to side checking everywhere for an ambush. Whiskey stuck close, she felt hot flushes run up her neck and mouth went dry. She didn’t shake though.

‘Maybe I’m just too tired, it is getting late.’

Two doors slammed open, one on each side. Maeve and Isaac stared down their respective doors, Whiskey darted her eyes between them. Three men filed out of the doors, each wore jeans and a shirt of varying colour. But all of them had a bullet proof vest on.

Whiskey had never seen a bullet proof vest in real life before, they seemed to be similar to those in movies, maybe a little bulkier. She felt a coldness touch the front of her, like opening a freezer while wearing only your underwear.

It was different to those that she had felt before but she knew that these were soulless.

Maeve disappeared. So did two of the Vampyres. The last one looked at Isaac and Whiskey. Isaac lifted his arm slowly and reached over his shoulder.

Whiskey blinked. Isaac suddenly held out Anima, but she hadn’t seen him carrying it. The Vampyre was right in front of them, he seemed to be frozen inches from the tip of Anima’s blade.

He let out a gurgle and fell to the side revealing Maeve standing behind him. She smiled and returned a small blade to a sheath at her hip.

“You kept the replica?” Isaac asked as he started to return Anima, Whiskey could see it now, changing shape to be hidden behind his back. “Living dangerously.”

“You know me.” Maeve put her mouth to the arm of her leather coat and licked up to the cuff. Whiskey saw the blood in her mouth before she turned around.

Whiskey couldn’t see the other two Vampyres but assumed they were just as dead as the one starting to create a puddle on the marble.

“Can you sense David now?”

“Yeah, follow me.”

Maeve ran off with Isaac in tow. Whiskey followed suit, she didn’t know what else to do.

“Just behind these doors.”

Isaac kicked the double doors open and drew Anima so fast it hit the ground with a twang.

David hand his arms tied around a small decorative pillar, right next to the throne at the end of the hall. Radu sat smiling resting his hand on David’s head.

“Isaac and Maeve, you two make quite an entrance don’t you.” Isaac bent one knee readying himself for a pounce. “Ba…ba…bap… Hold it right there.” Radu flicked his blade out beside him stopping just as it pressed against David’s neck.

“Did you bring it?”

“Are you a retard?” Maeve stepped in behind Isaac. Isaac raised Anima, blocking her path. With his other hand he reached into his coat. “Oh okay, apparently he’s the retard.” Isaac pulled out the glass jar and smashed it on the ground. White smoke burst out flowing over the steps and slowly dissipated.

Radu froze, shock creeped over his face. He moved his arm, as though he was letting the weight of it carry his hand down. Isaac made a step forward. Radu ripped his sword backwards, David’s neck spurted out a long stream of red. A blood fountain replaced his head.

Isaac lept off the ground and bolted down the hall with Anima raised high. Whiskey screamed as she started to process what had just happened

Suddenly her vision filled with red, a torrent of blood shout from Radu slamming into Isaac sending him reeling to the side. The blood hit her legs with enough force to throw her face-first into the stream of it. She took a short breath involuntarily blood filling her mouth and lungs she fought desperately to get up.

As the blood slowly drained away she found herself on all fours with her head just above the tide. She coughed up the rogue blood, her nostrils and mouth covered in what felt like liquid rust.

She wiped away the thickening mess on her face and managed to open her eyes.

There was a loud booming noise and the ground shook. The blood around her was drained away.

In front of her, Maeve was laying on the ground, a red pillar pushing her down.

It wasn’t a pillar it was a leg, of a giant red man. A blood golem.

Isaac ran in from the side. An arm got in his way, he sliced right through it.

He almost made it to the leg on top of Maeve but the other arm slammed into his back.

He lost his grip and was thrown hard into the wall.

Anima flicked through the air and slammed blade down into the marble floor right in front of Whiskey.

“I really have to hand it to that Refuge witch that thwarted me before, I don’t even need the Omokane with this guy!” Radu gloated out of Whiskey’s sight.

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