by JM Bray
Justus breathed deeply, inhaling the acrid fumes, and intoned the words of summoning, ‘Veostum flahn spiend lsthoosvar oon spandulass.’ He repeated the enchantment, emphasizing the words differently. The third repetition he shouted at the top of his lungs. The circle of green fire flared; just before extinguishing, it burst into a brilliant cylinder that surged to the stone ceiling. Instead of spreading onto its surface, the flames formed a column of the sickly light. He expected a cacophony of tortured animals. This time however, noise sucked from the laboratory, leaving only the sound of his rapidly beating heart pounding in his ears. Then, without warning, the column disappeared.
Justus flinched and blinked rapidly. Apprehension flooded him. Had he overdone the potency? His eyes cleared, revealing a figure. He’d thought to see a slavering monstrosity similar to the one that transported his Essence before — this was not the case.
A young man, well dressed in a dark red waistcoat of the latest fashion, stood in the center circle. His light skin was vibrant and clear, hair platinum blond and neatly trimmed at shoulder length, and his eyes were the blue of a clear winter’s sky. He wore black pants tucked into matching leather knee-high boots with brass buckles down the sides. His shirt was white and collarless, adorned with a black ascot. He could have stepped into the most lavish party in the city and not been out of place.
He looked around the room as if wondering how he’d arrived. Then his eyes fixed on Justus, and he stepped casually forward. The corners of his full lips rose in a small smile. He dipped his aquiline nose and chiseled features slightly, speaking in a melodious voice, ‘And who is it that summons us this evening?’
Justus had prepared for a battle, ready to impose his will over the creature from the Abyss, as he had in the past. This polite young gentleman took him completely off guard.
‘I am Justus,’ he said loudly then felt foolish for doing so, and started again in a civil voice, ‘I am Justus.’
‘So you are.’ The man appraised him with a perfectly arched brow. ‘We had thought you to be younger. What is it you seek from us?’
‘I deman...I desire passage across the Shroud and a willing subject to house my Essence.’
‘Ahhh, so you are he.’ The young man smiled broadly, revealing a feature that would cause alarm at the ball Justus had envisioned him attending. His white, perfectly formed teeth all ended in sharp points.
‘Yes, I am...he,’ Justus said. What in the name of the Abyss was the Being speaking of?
‘We see we must explain ourself.’ He smiled pleasantly as he strolled about the circle. ‘You have availed the powers of Abyss in the past, have you not?’ He nodded at Pae then looked knowingly back at Justus.
‘Pae was my first effort; then twelve years previously, I made the journey myself. Now, at this appointed hour, I call upon them once again.’
The young man chuckled, but what came from his mouth sounded like several people laughing at once. It made Justus’ skin itch. ‘Yes, our minions informed us of your efforts and their short-lived success. That was due, in part, to the weakness of our minions and the results spoke for themselves. They have been reprimanded for their poor performance, and thus, we have taken a personal interest in the matter.’
Justus nodded. ‘It bodes well that your Master has sent you.’
A smile displayed his carnivorous teeth prominently. ‘Oh dear Justus, you do mistake us. We are the Master.’
The audacity. Did this thing take him to be a fool? Justus laughed, long and well.
The young man waited while he recovered, wiping the tears from his eyes. ‘You find this information amusing?’
He shook his head, still chuckling. ‘I thought you to be unique but find you’re like your brethren. You’ll tell any lie to be released from the circle.’
‘This?’ He indicated the line of blood red around him. ‘This is well and good for lesser beings, but we assure you such parlor tricks hold no sway over us.’ He stepped over the powerful ward as if it were a crack in the floor.
Panic sliced him with its razor edge and had Justus been a younger man he would have made for the door. Age brought wisdom, but in this case he would have traded a good portion of that for speed.
The Being walked to the cot and sat. ‘Would you care to reconsider your statement?’
Justus blanched, and sweat beaded his forehead. He managed a trembling nod. The ward should have held any Abyssal creature.
‘Excellent.’ The silver-haired thing smiled.
Justus struggled not to recoil. His teeth were much sharper at this distance.
‘We have followed your doings, and as our purposes are similar, we have come to oversee the matter ourselves.’
‘Y-you seek to live eternally?’ Justus asked.
An alabaster hand waved regally. ‘By the Abyss, no; we have quite enough of that. We seek an expedient means across the Shroud. Not for us, of course. Rather for our pets — you refer to them as Kafla.’
Justus inclined his head. ‘How, great Master, shall I refer to you?’
‘You shall not have our True name, sly one.’ The corners of his mouth turned up. ‘We have been called many things by many tongues, but Master will suffice.’
‘Certainly, Master. How might this humble servant assist one such as you?’
‘Before your foray during the last gathering of the Eight Sisters, we had considered such a thing to be quite impossible.’ He stood and paced easily about the room. ‘Of course, our minions have used a vessel of flesh on the other side of the Shroud from time to time, but no journey like yours had ever been made.’
‘I was the first?’
‘Truly, though Joinings occurred in the Realm, as you did with...’ He indicated the parrot, which held so still it appeared stuffed.
‘Pae,’ Justus provided.
‘None had even attempted what you accomplished, which is why we are here.’
Really? Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. ‘Master, how will my passage assist your pets in gaining their way?’
‘Because you have stumbled across something we desire: a way to tear the Shroud. Your crossing weakened it; this event will further the process. Once there, you will focus your arcane abilities on that weakness. Our pets will assault it from this side and tear an opening in the Shroud.’ He gestured grandly and leaned against the counter. ‘We are here to ensure things go as planned. To the matter then, what type of vessel do you seek?’ He crossed his arms over a perfectly proportioned chest. ‘Speak freely.’
Justus cleared his throat. He had to make the most of this. ‘Previously, I used the man’s desire for power to entice him, but those who seek power do so continuously, and he eventually struggled to regain control.’ He ticked off the points on his fingers. ‘So then, a man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, handsome, healthy, used to the...darker pleasures of life, and above all, willing to live with me in control.’
The Master tapped his finger against his chin. ‘Someone who will just go along for the ride, so to speak. Wealth is not needed?’
Justus almost revealed his holdings in those lands then thought better of it. ‘I’m unwilling to make the accommodations the wealthy feel they deserve.’ Justus rubbed his chin. ‘Perhaps one who sought fame and nearly attained it.’
The Master’s eyes lit with an inner light, flickering as blue as the earlier flames. ‘We have several subjects who will serve perfectly. Might we inquire how long the terms of the contract shall be?’
‘Contract?’ His use of the word surprised Justus. ‘Won’t you just lure them into accepting me then I take what I wish?’
The platinum hair shook. ‘No, no, no, that will never do. If one truly desires a proper vessel, one must have their fullest cooperation. If you acted that way previously, it’s a wonder you found a vessel at all. A binding contract is always best.’ He waved his hand. ‘We have been doing it since the dawn of time.’
Justus nodded, seeing the benefits. ‘Make the agreement for thirty years and a st
ipend thereafter.’ He smiled wickedly. ‘Provided I let him live.’
The Master’s smile matched his. ‘We like the way you think. We shall, of course, leave that small addendum out of the initial contract.’
‘After which, I will require passage for my return here, and we’ll repeat the process at some future time.’
‘You wish to make this a cyclical event? We had not considered that. It would damage the Shroud further, we suppose.’
Hadn’t thought of it? The Being wasn’t perfect. Justus stored the information. ‘I am glad we’ve come to terms,’ Justus said.
‘Oh, there is one minor thing. Once the Shroud is torn, our pets will need a place to establish their hives. You will oversee that, agreed?’
Kafla as pets; the idea appealed to Justus, but could he arrange it? ‘Agreed.’
‘We shall contact the subjects, and return tomorrow at this time.’ The Master reached into the air; a sheet of vellum appeared in one hand and a quill in the other.
‘Provided...’ Justus’ word brought a menacing look from the Master, causing Justus to blanch. ‘Pro...vided...I have use of the Kafla.’
He tilted his head as he considered. ‘We will arrange it.’ Quick as a snake, the quill pricked Justus’ finger. The Master smiled, his mouth stretching unnaturally wide. ‘Simply sign here.’
James Franklin Wood
October 1984
Hollywood, California
James Franklin Wood opened his eyes and yawned. The blur of the previous night left no clues as to where he was. At least it’s a bedroom. He scratched his head and winced, remembering waking up next to a pool with a Chihuahua licking his cheek and panties around his neck.
He sat up and looked over the king-sized bed; a body formed the covers next to him. The long shapely leg of a naked woman rested on the other side of the lump. What’s under here? He lifted the covers carefully, revealing a second equally naked woman. Looks like he’d had a good time. His smile faded and he bit his lip as he searched for the missing memory. Ah well, he’d have to do it again.
He eased out of the bed, long experience with such things having taught him the benefit of a speedy and quiet departure. Lesson one: don’t stick around for the morning after. He grinned.
Naked, he crept to the chair and picked up his billowy white shirt and black mariachi pants. Looking around, he spotted his boots near the wall and retrieved them. Where is that coat? He wouldn’t leave without his favorite thigh-length waistcoat. Even if it means a morning after with — he looked at the women — whoever they are. He spotted the treasured coat draped over a floor lamp and plucked it off, tiptoeing out the door, closing it behind him. Lesson two: get dressed in the hall. Why? See Lesson one. Struggling not to laugh, he headed toward what looked to be the bathroom. Bingo.
With the door closed, he breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to the mirror, he pursed his lips and arched an eyebrow. Dang, you’re good lookin’.
The jagged layers of his jet-black hair pointed various directions in a tousled mess and reached past his shoulders. Black eyeliner smudged his lower eyelids and accented his green eyes. Strong features and a brooding brow set off his handsomely squared chin and smooth skin. No shave necessary this morning; thank you Apache ancestors. He flexed the sinewy muscles of his chest and stomach. And that completes our workout for today. Rummaging through the drawers, he found toothpaste and pulled a brush from the stand on the sink. After scrubbing his teeth quickly, he splashed water on his face and used the deodorant in the medicine cabinet.
The skin-tight pants had sets of silver buttons attached with little chains running down each leg and flared at the bottom so they draped over his boots. It had taken months to find the right pair. He pulled on his shirt, leaving it untucked, and tossed on the overcoat. He started to run his fingers through his hair then stopped. Why mess with perfection? Once outside the little apartment, he slipped on his Balorama sunglasses then stepped into the morning light. Hello Hollywood, Jimmy Wood is ready to rock.
The sidewalk in front of the café was dotted with old gum and set with graffitied newspaper stands. Inside, it was a throwback to an earlier era; a long Formica counter lined with low-backed swivel stools faced a stainless steel kitchen where a man with a crew cut worked away. Booths covered in light blue leatherette stood along the tall angled window. In the 1950s it had looked space age and modern, but now it looked aged and worn. Fortunately, aged and worn had been relabeled as ‘chic and hip’. Young night owls, rockers, and starlets needing sustenance at the end of a long night had replaced the elderly clientele.
He sat near the end of the counter, away from the entrance and other patrons. A cute blonde waitress sauntered over to him, coffeepot in hand. ‘Great show last night, Jimmy; I was up front.’ She poured his coffee without asking. ‘You guys are way better than the headliner. I really liked the last song.’ She smiled, tilting her head.
‘I could tell. Thanks for sharing those beauties.’ He grinned and admired the breasts that threatened to rip her uniform’s seams. ‘You should have come backstage. We had a killer party.’
At least, he thought he did.
‘I will next time, but I had the early shift.’
‘Do it. I’ll make sure you have a great time. Hey, beautiful, put this on my tab.’ He winked and pointed at the coffee.
‘You got it, sexy.’
Another customer sat down midway along the counter, and she started toward him. ‘Good morning, sir,’ she said pleasantly. ‘Coffee?’
‘Delectable.’ The voice next to Jimmy made him jump.
‘Wow, dude, don’t sneak up on a guy like that. Where’d you come from?’
‘Oh, I’ve been here all along, I assure you,’ the platinum-haired man said.
‘Man, I must have partied harder than I thought last night.’ Jimmy shook his head.
‘Are you having breakfast?’
‘Nah, I’m good.’ Jimmy smiled.
‘Oh, join me; I do so hate to eat alone.’ He smiled, revealing an overly sharp canine tooth. ‘My treat.’
Chapter 29
A Discussion
On Thursday, they pulled into the driveway. Fog made the edges of the house look out of focus. ‘I think I’ll work out a second time; you two want to join me?’ Vinni asked.
Knife held up his hands as they exited the car. ‘Pre-med, gotta protect the tools of the trade. You do the hitting; I’ll do the fixing. Besides, I have reading to do for European History.’
‘I’m a lover, not a fighter,’ Flea drawled.
‘Will you at least hold some pads for me?’ Vinni asked.
‘Last time I did that I had sore muscles on my sore muscles.’ Flea shook his head. ‘Besides...’
‘What?’ Vinni asked.
‘What if you flip out like you did at Mr Brown’s?’
Frustration surged within Vinni. ‘Are ya — ’ He bit off what he started to say.
Give him a break. Those maids —
‘Hey!’ Jule’s voice called from behind them. She had stopped and now stood with a hand on her cocked hip. ‘Talking like I’m not even here doesn’t cut it.’
‘Uh oh,’ Knife said.
‘Exactly, Knife.’ She looked at Vinni with fire in her eyes. ‘I would enjoy working out with you.’
Vinni unclenched his jaw. ‘Jule, I didn’t think to ask because I figured you wouldn’t be interested, and — ’
‘So, is it you, Vincent, or Coleman, who is being an idiot?’
‘Jule, I didn’t — ’
‘What? Think? Because I’m a woman, right?’
‘No...well, yes you are, but not because of that. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. Guys, tell her.’ Vinni looked at them, but Knife averted his eyes and Flea shook his head.
‘I’ll be here in thirty minutes,’ she said, shouldering through them.
‘Thanks for the help, guys,’ he said as Jule slammed the door.
‘Flea, wait.’
The door slammed a second time.
‘He’ll be okay. You know him, give him a few minutes.’ Knife shook his head. ‘But, he’s right about Jule. I think you’re on your own there.’ Knife gave him a small smile and went inside.
I understand. It’s hard on all of us.
I have no doubt about a woman’s ability. I guess I’m just being protective.
Vincent knew he was right, but it didn’t make the situation any easier.
Jule’s Talent
Jule strolled into the gym wearing running shorts and a worn t-shirt. Vinni scratched the back of his head as she walked over.
Yeah...thanks. That helps a ton.
Maybe this’ll go well. She moves like a cat.
‘Jule, you had every right to be upset. I was being overprotective and inconsiderate. And I can’t blame it on Coleman either.’ He scuffed his foot.
‘Well, I wasn’t trying to get all pissy-girl.’ Jule shrugged. ‘I don’t expect to beat people up, but I didn’t appreciate being overlooked.’
‘I’m sorry.’ He ducked his chin.
‘Who could resist that look?’ She patted his chest. ‘So, what are we doing?’
‘Let’s start with some stretching and basic movements. Then I want to try the new blades Mr Brown brought.’
‘Sounds good.’
