Doors To The Dead by Rae Else

Author:Rae Else
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Anchorite Publishing
Published: 2021-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

The ruckus of broken bottles woke Richie Rich too, and by the time they’d gathered in the lounge, there was a full house. With news that the ghost had been sighted, none of the musicians were keen to return to their separate rooms. Although Theo suspected Antony was much more afraid of leaving Von alone with him than of the ghost.

Under an array of moth-eaten blankets, they all camped out in the living-room. Theo told them about Donna's appearance, minus his fear-drenched memory of Roman legions. He painted a vivid picture of the landscape changing around Donna for Von, explaining how he was sure she had been showing him the vineyard in its heyday.

Richie swore that Theo must have got high on the second-hand smoke earlier.

Antony sat and stewed. His expression altering from one of condescending disbelief to anger that Von was lapping up every single ridiculous word.

Clearly, when they'd noticed Theo gone earlier, Antony had hoped it was for good. Theo explained he’d gone for a walk when there'd been no ghostly activity. He’d gone to clear his head. They didn’t need to know that he’d been for a climb in the Alps or that his blood offering had incited Donna’s appearance. He managed to explain the cut on his hand as from his fall. The bundle of flowers and fruits he'd brought back from his night-time stroll were, obviously, for Von. Something that earned him another beautiful blush.

Eventually, their talk died down, and everyone's breathing became that of sleep’s restful rhythm.

Except Theo’s.

Thoughts of Donna left him wakeful. He knew better than to leave himself vulnerable to her after the soul warfare she’d waged on him. He’d been fooled by her once, but he swore he’d have her before the night was through.

Once the musicians had nodded off, he eased himself up, noticing that Von’s hand was inches from his. She’d hung on his every word. After the terror that had flooded his soul tonight, the idea of losing himself in sex appealed. Yet he ripped his gaze away from the delicate lines of her body. After all, Donna was the first true challenge he’d had in ages. He would claim her.

In the ground floor bedroom again, he settled himself on the bed and closed his eyes. His sluagh cascaded over the grapevines and through the earth, searching for hints of memory that she’d suffused the land with. Donna would be resting somewhere, her soul cloaked in one of her memories and buried within the land or building like a seed waiting to sprout.

He smiled.

Or in the van.

Theo drenched the van in shadows, sifting through its metal and plastic. Unsuccessful, he turned his attention to the depths of the dusty soil, and to the sandstone villa. All the while he tried to catch the stray thoughts that souls put out so often, that echoed through space like laughter or lamentation.

As the night wound on, and Theo didn't feel any contact with Donna, weariness set in. The cascade of sluagh drifting through the house, gradually returned to him as his focus wavered.

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