The Immortals by J. D. Cavan

Author:J. D. Cavan [Cavan, J. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-08T22:00:00+00:00

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BY THE TIME I got back to my apartment and locked myself inside, I was ready to pull my hair out.

Getting from Dean’s apartment to my place was like riding the most exhilarating and frightening roller coaster ever created. I wanted to throw my hands over my ears and shut my eyes and run down the street. I was hearing everyone’s internal dialogue and feeling everyone’s emotions all at once.

I slid down the wall behind my door and put my face into my hands. I looked at my phone and Dean was calling. I hit speaker.

“Love, where are you?” he asked, panic in his voice.

“I’m okay, I’m home.”

“Do you want me to come over?” he asked.

“No, no Dean, it’s going to wear off soon,” I hoped. It was easier inside my apartment alone.

I quieted my mind and sat with the lights low. I took some deep breaths and found myself in a trance-like state. Then, it was like I left my body, my mind traveling. I let something take me. I had entered some kind of somnambulistic dream state.

I was in the past, at a massive boat dock in New York City. The place was packed with people in early 20th-century attire. The brimmed hats and long skirts, along with the old buildings and wooden sailing ships, were a dead giveaway.

I entered an old pub, dark and smelly and full of drunken men. I was searching for someone. Buxom women in corsets serving beer in large mugs milled about, while loud music resounded from a piano and fiddle player. The place was filled with pipe and cigarette smoke.

There was a man at the bar, his brimmed hat pulled down low over his face. That was the man I was supposed to meet. I moved closer to him and realized that it was Liam.

He looked at me through the crowd and motioned me over with a flip of his head. He wore a long gray frock cloak along with a vest and gloves. He lifted his head as I approached. It was Liam for sure, but he appeared different. His eyes still shined brightly, but his skin was pasty and pale. Dark rings circled his eyes. He was thinner and didn’t look well at all.

“What do you want?” he asked me. His Irish accent was harder and more pronounced.

“I took some of the drug and it landed me here,” I told him.

He gave me a strange look. “What drug?”

I realized in that moment that he didn’t know me from the future. I also wondered who I was to him in the past.

“What are you doing here?” I motioned to the old pub.

He looked at me oddly. “I live here,” he replied. “I have to go.”

Liam left the pub and wandered the city’s cobblestone streets. It was dark, and oil lamps lit the streets. He periodically glanced over his shoulder, noting my presence. But it didn’t change his course of action. He was headed somewhere.

After what felt like many hours on foot, Liam stopped at a street full of old row houses.

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