Spiritus, a Paranormal Romance (Spiritus Series, Book #1)

by Dana Michelle Burnett

  I went deeper into the darkness still and I was back in my room. I was ordering Alastor away. He was rushing towards me, swelling and filling the room. Then it all went away.

  Alastor’s voice crossed into the darkness, “You have been loved in this world and the next. Please, never forget that.”

  Somewhere, inside the walls of my brain, I was screaming. I made a mistake. I wanted Alastor back, but I knew that he was gone.

  Just before the darkness completely overtook me, I turned over onto my side.

  “Alastor….”

  Chapter 18

  Life returned to normal after that. Painfully normal. I returned to school and tried to act normal. I told myself if I could convince other people, maybe eventually I could convince myself.

  Normal. I was learning to hate the word normal and everything it represented.

  At first, whenever I was alone, I would wander the empty rooms of the house. I kept thinking maybe, just maybe, I would see or feel something that would give be hope.

  “Alastor?” I called out to the vacant space of the study. “Are you here?”

  There was never an answer. How I hated that silence.

  I tried to capture the feeling of him, some small trace of him left behind. I knelt in the floor of the study, touching the pale spot in the wood where his blood was spilled.

  It felt so intimate touching those faded boards. I wanted to rip them all up and hold them in my arms. It was a crazy thought, but I was desperate to feel close to him.

  The garden where the memory of Alastor had been so real for me was now brown and barren. I walked it every day, lingering by the roses. A few withered blooms still clung to the dried stems, but the magical beauty was gone.

  It was just a house and yard now. There was nothing special about it. Just like everything else, it went back to normal.

  I hated normal.

  Dad stared at me over the dinner table every night. Worry always lined his face. He didn’t seem to know what to say to me since he didn’t know what it was that had me so upset.

  “Are you okay?” Dad asked when I asked to be excused from the table without eating.

  “I’m fine.” I lied, trying to smile.

  Dad narrowed his eyes and shook his head, “Well something is going on.”

  “Not really.”

  He cleared his throat and folded his hands under his chin, “Did you and Jonah make up yet?”

  “What? No!” I snapped, not wanting to even think about Jonah. It seemed so unfaithful to Alastor.

  Wiping his mouth with his linen napkin, Dad leaned back in his chair. “Well whatever it is, do you want to talk about it?”

  “No.” I answered simply.

  He studied me for a moment, and then tossed his napkin beside his plate. “Then you’re excused.”

  I fled his concerned look. I ran back up to my room where I didn’t have to pretend. I could be as sad as I wanted. It was a relief to not have to act like I wasn’t devastated.

  Across the room, propped up against the lamp on my night table, Alastor watched me from the confines of his sepia photograph in a shining new frame. Picking it up, I stretched out on my bed. I studied the image, trying to convince myself it had all been real.

  The faded photo didn’t do his brilliant blue eyes justice. They were merely a pale blur frozen in time. I wished I could reach into that picture, through the portals of time, and pull him back into my world.

  The absence of him was everywhere. If it wasn’t for that photograph, it would have been like he never existed. There would be times that I would begin to doubt that it all happened, and then I would look at that photograph and know that it was all true.

  Each night, after the pretense of dinner and after I struggled through whatever homework I remembered to bring home, I lay in bed and stared at that photograph until I fell asleep.

  Wherever he was, could he feel how much I missed him?

  There seemed to be no end to my grief. Time was supposed to heal all wounds, but there were times I would swear mine were growing deeper with each passing day.

  My only relief was sleep. Only then was I able to let go of the pain. Deep asleep and dreaming, I could be with Alastor again.

  The doctor that discharged me from the hospital added the diagnosis of post-traumatic stress from the accident and prescribed some mild sleeping pills to help me rest. I couldn’t wait to get to sleep each night. I felt like I was rushing through my day just to get back home, back to bed, and back to my dreams.

  In my dreams, it was prom night again. Jonah had just excused himself and I was standing there waiting for his return. Across the room came Alastor, not as Jonah this time, but as himself.

  He took me in his arms and led me out to the dance floor. All of the other students disappeared and it was just us, flesh and blood in the center of the room.

  I kept trying to speak, to tell him how miserable I was and that I was sorry, but Alastor kept putting his fingers to my lips.

  “Let me have this one moment.” He would whisper.

  I never dreamed of anything else. It was always of that one moment dancing in the dark with him.

  Even in my dream, I knew that it wouldn’t last. I held him tightly, pressing my face to his chest. I inhaled the sweet smell of his flesh and touched the rough stubble of his cheek.

  Just give me this one moment…

  I wanted so bad to hold onto it, but I felt myself losing my grasp on sleep. I was floating away from that magical memory and back to the here and now.

  No…Not yet…

  I kept my eyes squeezed shut. I was trying to will myself back to sleep. I knew once I awoke I would be alone again and Alastor would just be a memory.

  No…Not yet…

  Despite my best efforts, I always woke up. I looked around at my room, always just the same.

  I sat up and switched on the lamp. On a good night, I could stare at the picture of Alastor until I grew sleepy again. On a bad night, I would still be staring at his photograph when the sun came up.

  I wondered if I could ever be whole again. Over one hundred years ago, we promised to love each other until death do us part. Now we both had broken that vow and loved each other long after that.

  It confused me to think about that long ago Becca and myself. We were the same person, but separated through time. That other Becca loved Alastor, but killed him just the same. And what was I doing to him?

  Was my longing for him keeping him from crossing over? Was my love preventing him from finding peace? Was I trapping his very soul?

  I hated to think those things were true, but perhaps it was time to let him go…

  I wasn’t sure that I could really say goodbye.

  I walked down Capitol Avenue, keeping my head down. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to try to answer them if they asked where I was going.

  My knees were shaking. I knew that I was lying to myself. It wasn’t just that I needed to say goodbye. I needed to be close to him again.

  I crossed through the gates of Cedar Hill Cemetery. It looked so different in the late autumn sun. The fallen leaves circles my feet in breeze as I walked toward Alastor’s headstone.

  I stopped at a fresh grave, silently asking for forgiveness as I plucked a single rose from the clusters of arrangements. Somewhere there was a family crying for this person, but I didn’t think about them. I just couldn’t go to Alastor’s grave empty handed.

  The sun was starting to sink behind the trees and the air held a leaf scented chill when I stepped up to the stone and ran my fingers over Alastor’s name. I knelt on the grass, not caring that the ground was damp. I closed my eyes, remembering his face and the sound of his velvety voice.

  I placed the rose on the ground and a chill ran through me. I wasn’t sure anymore if any of it was real. Was it love that brought me here or was it fantasy?

  It was so hard to hold onto my memories of Alastor in the reality of day to day life. The only time I felt him close w
as when I was dreaming and he could hold me in his warm and dark embrace. Part of me never wanted to wake up, I wanted to stay asleep forever so that nothing would ever change, but I knew that wasn’t possible.

  My heart trembled in my chest at the idea that I would never see Alastor again; it beat against my ribs painfully. Until the day that I die, I knew that my heart would ache for him with every beat.

  I had to admit it. It was over. The only thing left for me to do was to set his spirit free.

  Forcing myself to stand, I brushed the leaves and dirt from my jeans. One last time I reached out and touched the mossy stone.

  “Goodbye Alastor.” I whispered, turned, and left the cemetery. Even as the tears fell down my cheeks, I told myself it was better this way.

  Chapter 19

  Time moved on and I was barely aware of it. I could see my life going on all around me, but I didn’t feel like a part of it.

  Christmas came and went with its twinkling lights. Dad and I stayed up late Christmas Eve watching the flames in the fireplace while we ate popcorn balls and listened to strange silence of the falling snow. I saw Billie and Ally a few times over the winter break and then it was back to school.

  I didn’t really pay attention to the rest of winter and before long spring made the earth green again. It seemed like all the flowers and trees were blooming and all I did was blink and it was graduation night.

  I stood with the other graduates in the cafeteria, all of us shouting and screaming with excitement. The teachers were trying to get us all in order and lined up.

  “Come on people!” Mrs. Temple complained and clapped her hands for our attention. “This is not that difficult.”

  Somehow she managed to form the line, pulling at this one and shoving the next. She walked down the line and straightened our caps and smoothed our robes, nodding to herself as the music started.

  I craned my neck toward Billie and Ally, smiling and waving just before we all marched single file into the gymnasium. They were both ridiculously animated in waving back and then we were all marching.

  Did it really happen as fast as it seemed? We all went in, took our seats, and then we were going toward the stage. It went by in a blur.

  I heard my name being called and I stepped forward. Principal McGuiness was handing me my diploma and shaking my trembling hand. It was a little pathetic to hear Dad’s solitary clapping when the other graduates had an entire cheering section, but even that didn’t dampen my spirits.

  “Congratulations, Ms. McAllister.” He said formally.

  “Thanks.”

  I expected something more. It was all over.

  There were cheers, applause, and a cloud of hats in the air. Everyone was hugging and crying. Families poured down from the bleachers, claiming their graduate.

  Ally danced up to me, all smiles and giggles. “Can you believe it’s really over?”

  “Not really.”

  Her Mom was pulling at her arm. Ally nodded and backed away, still smiling. “Call me later and we’ll all get together and do something.”

  “Okay.” I called to her.

  A few seconds later I spotted Billie with her mother and grandparents. She smiled and waved, but seemed unable to get away. I motioned for her to call me later.

  Dad picked his way through the crowd and caught me up in a hug and swung me in a circle. “I’m so proud of you!”

  “Thanks.” I said, staggering and dizzy.

  “You okay?” Dad asked, reaching out to balance me.

  I smiled, “Sure. It’s just so crowded and hot.”

  “Maybe you should step outside.” Dad suggested. “I’ll go get the truck and you meet me out front, okay?”

  I nodded, fanning myself with my cap. I wove through the crowd, smiling and waving as people called out to me. It was a relief to walk out the exit and stand in the early evening.

  The sun had just set and the sky was just starting to turn purple. I took a deep breath and sighed, still smiling to myself. I unzipped my robe and held it open so that the late spring breeze could reach the thin summer dress I wore underneath.

  A few people were already leaving, their families pulling them away for traditional celebrations before they escaped for less formal escapades.

  “Congratulations.” A voice said behind me.

  I jumped and spun around. Jonah stood there smiling with his robe folded over his arm.

  “Thanks.” I said, blushing. It was still odd to have him speaking to me. Those first weeks after the storm were strained, now our conversations consisted of bland politeness.

  “Going home already?” He asked.

  “Yeah, my Dad went to go get the truck.” I said, not sure where to look. His eyes were too beautiful, his face to handsome, so I settled for staring at the polished toes of his shoes.

  “You’re lucky,” He said with a sigh. “My Mom is in there talking to a few of the ladies she graduated with and even though they run into each other all the time, I have a feeling I’ll be stuck here a while.”

  “I’m sorry.” I said and dared to glance up at his face. Why was this so difficult?

  “Nothing for you to be sorry about, I’m used to it.” He said with a polite smile.

  “Oh, well that makes it easier I guess.”

  “Have you decided on a college yet?” He asked.

  “Not yet.”

  “Are you thinking about going away for school or going to a college close to home?”

  “Close to home.” I replied, my heart aching at the idea of leaving the house where I could keep my memories close.

  Jonah cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets, his robe wrinkled and forgotten in the bend of his arm. “So, what are your plans later?”

  “I’m not sure.” I said, looking down at my own feet. “I’m supposed to call Ally so that we can all get together and do something.”

  “Hopefully it won’t be anything up at the quarry.”

  I looked up then, I couldn’t help it. His eyes met mine before I looked away. I could still picture that night when he pulled me from the water and saved my life.

  “Yeah, I doubt she’d suggest that.” I said.

  He shifted back and forth on his feet, “I would hope not. I don’t know if I could do that again.”

  “So, what are you going to do?” I asked trying to change the subject.

  He took a step toward me, “I don’t know yet. I was hoping to run into you somehow, but you’re not giving me much to go on.”

  I looked up again, not sure if he was serious. He was smiling and seemed relaxed and sincere enough. I couldn’t help but to smile back.

  Far off I could hear Dad honking the truck horn. I could just make out the beam of his headlights in front of the building. I turned back to Jonah, still unsure. I didn’t really know what to say.

  “I have to go.” I said, wishing Dad had better timing.

  “I understand.” He said and took another step forward. “I just wanted to say congratulations.”

  “Thanks again.” I said and took a few steps away and then turned back to him. “I hope I do see you around later. We can all get together and celebrate it being over.”

  Before I knew what was happening, he placed my arms around his neck and embraced me. It was just a hug, but there was something intimate about it or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part.

  I spotted it then, just over Jonah’s shoulder, a pair of luminous blue eyes staring out at me from the shadows. I saw those eyes and I knew it was all far from over.

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