Many Bloody Returns by Charlaine Harris & Toni L. P. Kelner

Author:Charlaine Harris & Toni L. P. Kelner [Harris, Charlaine & Kelner, Toni L. P.]
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: General, Fiction, Fantasy, Fantasy - Contemporary, Fiction - Fantasy, American Science Fiction And Fantasy, Fantasy - Short Stories, Horror fiction, Fantasy - Anthologies, Vampires
ISBN: 9780441016754
Publisher: Ace Trade
Published: 2010-03-30T04:00:00+00:00

As the wrecked evening played itself out to the survivors in the parlor, I made it back to the linen closet, killed the light, and parked my duff on an overturned bucket to wait in the dark. I needed the rest.

The house grew quiet. The last guests departed with enough copy from tonight to fill their monthly pamphlets for years to come. Escott would have some interesting reading to share. I got the impression Flora was not planning another sitting, though a few people assured her that tonight’s events should be continued.

The residents finished and came upstairs one by one. Flora Weisinger went into James’s room and stayed there for a long time, crying. Abby found her, they talked in low voices for a time, and Flora cried some more. I wasn’t sorry. Better now than later, married to a leech. Apparently things worked out. The sisters emerged, each going to her own room. Some servant made a last round, checking the windows, then things fell silent.

I’d taken off the spook coverings, folding the curtain and napkin, slipping them in with similar ones on a shelf. Retrieving my coat and hat I was ready to make a quiet exit until catching the faint sound of “Gloomy Sunday” seeping through the walls.

Damn.

This night had been a flying rout for Bradford, but Flora was still stuck in her pit. She might dig it even deeper until it was a match for her husband’s grave.

Someone needed to talk sense into her. I felt the least qualified for the job, but soon as I recognized the music I got that twinge again.

I did my vanishing act and went across to Flora’s room.

The music grew louder as I floated toward it, just solid enough to check the lay of the land. The lights were out, only a little glow from around her heavy curtains, enough to navigate and not be seen.

Quick as I could I re-formed, flicked the phonograph’s needle arm clear, and pulled out the record. It made a hell of a crunch when I broke it to pieces.

There was a feminine gasp from the bed, and she fumbled the light on. By then I was gone, but sensed her coming over. Another gasp, then…

“James?” Her voice quavered with that heartbreaking hope, now tinged with anguish. “James? Oh, please, darling, talk to me. I know you’re here.”

She’d picked up on the cologne.

“James? Please…”

This would be tough. I drifted over to a wall and gradually took shape, keeping it slow so she had time to stare, and if not get used to me, then at least not scream.

Hands to her mouth, eyes big, and her skin dead white, she looked ready to faint. This was cruel. A different kind from Bradford’s type of torture, but still cruel.

“James sent me,” I said, keeping my voice soft. “Please don’t be afraid.”

She’d frozen in place and I wasn’t sure she understood.

I repeated myself and she finally nodded.

“Where is he?” she demanded, matching my soft tone.

“He’s with God.” It seemed best to keep things as simple as possible.

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