Conversations with a Spirit
Posted: 08 Nov 2020, 21:25
It had taken a few months but Jonah had mostly established a routine for himself in the city again.
Early mornings and days at the bookstore, keeping an eye out for anything of interest.
Early evenings at the ranch, setting up underground deals to ship bags of blood across the city.
Every now and then, he popped into treehouse to hammer on pieces of metal, but if he was honest with himself, he used his Tome mainly to see if it still worked. Some part of him was convinced that he would read from it one day and nothing would happen. As of yet, the magic still worked and even if he didn’t see anyone else there, he didn’t feel quite so alone...even if no one had reached out to him yet.
The big vampire shook his head. He didn’t need to think like that right now. He hadn’t tried to reach out to any of them either. Phones worked both ways and he had found excuse after excuse to not call or text any of them.
It was a quiet and steady life...except for her.
”This is not what we were meant for....” she whispered at the edges of his awareness and so far he was able to ignore other it seemed like everyday, her voice got a little louder. More than once he had debated banishing her back to where he’d pulled her from but having been there so many times...he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it.
Early mornings and days at the bookstore, keeping an eye out for anything of interest.
Early evenings at the ranch, setting up underground deals to ship bags of blood across the city.
Every now and then, he popped into treehouse to hammer on pieces of metal, but if he was honest with himself, he used his Tome mainly to see if it still worked. Some part of him was convinced that he would read from it one day and nothing would happen. As of yet, the magic still worked and even if he didn’t see anyone else there, he didn’t feel quite so alone...even if no one had reached out to him yet.
The big vampire shook his head. He didn’t need to think like that right now. He hadn’t tried to reach out to any of them either. Phones worked both ways and he had found excuse after excuse to not call or text any of them.
It was a quiet and steady life...except for her.
”This is not what we were meant for....” she whispered at the edges of his awareness and so far he was able to ignore other it seemed like everyday, her voice got a little louder. More than once he had debated banishing her back to where he’d pulled her from but having been there so many times...he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it.