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Blood & Soul
Words: Approximately 30,000
Blurb: Chase is an exorcist without a lot of money to his name. It might have something to do with him taking on cases for nominal fees, or maybe because he occasionally stops in motels and pays for sex. Whatever the cause may be for his downtrodden luck; he moves from place to place, snagging up odd supernatural related jobs.
In his most recent interlude, a family is concerned that a beautiful European woman has put some sort of hex on their ailing relative. This wouldn’t be so much of a problem, were the old man not sitting on a fortune. Desperate to keep their hands on the money, they offer to pay Chase to look into the situation.
At first he’s not inclined to accept, being as this does not seem like subject matter for an exorcist, but after having a dream including crying children in a spooky mansion, he opts to look into it. Dreams about crying children are never good omens in his line of work.
True to form, when he arrives in town, the old man is dead and a raven-haired woman and her enchanting son have taken over the inheritance. The icing on the cake is they are living in a creepy house that just happens to be the one Chase saw in his dream.
It becomes a race against time to find out the true nature of the woman and her son, as children start to vanish from the small town and Chase hears shrieks in the night. The young exorcist fights to keep his mind on the situation at hand, but the male youth of the house is gorgeous and enticing. Is he also a prisoner of this strange woman’s magic and needs to be set free, or is he a fiend intent on seducing and killing the exorcist that’s getting in the way?
Will Chase find love in this difficult case or will the exorcist become a ghost?
The sun is setting to the East at my back. I have been watching the house all day. No one has come or gone and my eyes are starting to feel dry. My stomach is rumbling, my back hurts, and my balls itch. To put it succinctly, I am uncomfortable and want a break.
I leave my post in the front of my camper and slip inside to make a snack and get a beer. I’d just twisted the cap off and put the lip of the bottle to my mouth when a scream lit up the darkening sky. It was a hollow and agonizing cry, as if someone was in terrible pain. More to the point, it was a man’s voice. The echo hits me in the chest hair and something flashes quickly in my mind’s eye. I see a child running down a labyrinth of corridors and then a door covered in blood being slammed.
Tumbling to my knees I grope for the door of the camper and then roll out onto the grass, somehow managing not to spill my beer. I am scrambling towards a little tripod with a telescope set-up so that I could view the house in the distance.
Blinking at the eyepiece I try to gain a good vantage point. I swing it back and forth, still clutching my beer in one hand. There is a shadow in front of the large bay window that faces the woods, but I can’t make out any features. My breath is coming in ragged gasps as I search for signs of a struggle and strain my ears for further sounds.
That’s when a deep and shy voice pipes up directly behind me.
“This is private property. My mother would not be happy to find you here.”
I let out a yelp and fall backwards. My beer goes flying into the air over my head. A man’s hand shoots out and catches the falling bottle. I stare up in wonder, seeing stars for a moment before a slicked-back head of raven hair and the most blazing set of hazel eyes comes into view.
He has a smile that could melt hearts and it shocks right through my chest and spreads down into my stomach, then further down. I have to swallow hard, because if I had thought the pictures I took of the young man from the house were handsome, they do not do him a lick of justice. He’s tall, lean, clean shaven and smells of spring flowers and ritual candles.
I should get into my camper and drive away.
Giving a lopsided grin, I roll to my bare feet; my hands dusting at the rear of my hole-filled jeans. “Well, what Mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” I wink towards him, and the pink that rushes to his cheeks sends a twist in my gut and more warmth to my crotch.