Chapter 4: The GCC's Guidebook for the Undead
The warmth of Alfred's lips made the whole of Arthur tingle. It was a long while since he'd been kissed… Or in fact had any type of human contact at all! But this was different, and it was happening right now. He moaned a little, trying not to make it sound too ghost-like, in case Alfred got scared. When the kiss broke after a few seconds, Alfred caught his breath, while Arthur swallowed some air. He had no use for his lungs, yet he'd been breathing all his life, so the motion just stuck with him. He could feel colour rushing to his cheeks, the adrenaline of a first kiss always stuck with him, and he knew this was what he wanted when he pressed his lips back onto the other boy's.
Bliss~, Arthur thought. He'd longed just to be seen for such a long time, and he'd forgotten how precious the sensation was.
"I take it you believe? In us ghosts, I mean…" Arthur lifted his head away from Alfred's mouth, and looked directly into his sky blue eyes.
"What? Well, yeah! Otherwise I wouldn't be so damn scared of ya!" he sweat dropped, and laughed a little.
"It's just… Non-believers can't see us, unless we focus our supernatural energy, or whatever you want to call it… I'm glad it was you who moved here…" the ghost gave a gentle smile to the only living thing in the room, that wasn't a plant, and pecked his lips once more. They both giggled a little, and Alfred rolled on top of Arthur on the sofa they'd been sitting on the entire time.
Alfred decided this wasn't a good time to ask more questions, but he still had lots more he wanted to know, like if ghosts needed to eat, or if they fed off souls? If they had to use the bathroom like a human? If they could… ejaculate if need be…
Arthur could see the look of curiosity spread across the other man's face as they snogged (or as Alfred would say, made out). He pushed away and asked him what was wrong.
"I still have questions…"
"Well, I'll answer the questions first, and then we'll get back to what we're doing, hmm?"
"Yeah~" Alfred licked Arthur's top lip affectionately, and he let out another pleasured groan before sitting up, and letting himself be the teacher.
"So, did you go to your own funeral?"
"Yep. Luckily no one saw me, they'd be freaked out if they did. I mean, I was in Romania actually, when I died. The funeral was traditional, modern day Romanians still believe in vampires, so I watched them smash my skull, and cut out my heart, and put it in a jar, preserving it in vinegar and keeping it with my body. I went into the tomb, and brought it back with me, it's actually in the attic right now!"
"Dude, that's just sick… I don't wanna see your heart… But what about your stab wound? Is that on your body at all, cos you sure don't have a smashed skull…?"
"Only the wound that killed you is left on your body. My skull was smashed after my Soul Transfer, so it doesn't stay like that. You kind of feel sorry for the people who had their head cut off, though…"
"What the hell's a Soul Transfer?"
"It's basically however long it takes for your soul to escape from you're body, and it's where you are judged by the Grim Reaper himself. If you've lead a good, pleasant and loved life, but you die unexpectedly with stuff you still wanted to do, you can become a ghost who can touch things. So I can touch you, and you can touch me. I can also make myself cups of tea, which is probably the best thing about it!" both men laughed a little, "But depending on how bad you were in your life, you can become less able to touch things, less able to do things… The lowest you can fall is Level 5, as we call it. That's where you're a poltergeist, and you can't do anything apart from scare people so much, they shit their pants! That's your standard image of an evil ghost: ugly, see-through, white coloured and most likely a bit slimy. They'd be the one's you'd be most terrified of, because they're the ones that wreak havoc, and traumatize innocent people. I'm Level 1, because I've lead such a happy life, that it's not really finished yet."
"Oh, so like you're not done? But you can't really do anything…" Al didn't really know what to think, seeing as he had no experience with the supernatural. Maybe Matthew should indeed come over.
"That's where I need your help, Alfred! I need you to go, and get me the person I cared about most during life: Francis Bonnefoy!" Alfred's heart sank a little, and he knew why. He'd just made out with this person, and they were now telling him to bring home their ex, so they could do-?
"For…?"
"For the ritual. It's written in the Guidebook for the Undead!"
"EXPLAIN."
"Okay… Basically, the Guidebook is a step-by-step guide on how to cope with life once you're dead! It shows you how you go invisible, how to become visible to even Non-Believers, and it shows you how to fly! There are tips on how best to scare people out of you haunting space, and it tells you how to rip your own face off… That sort of thing. It also gives you the rules of Ghosthood. The GCC have rules put in place for how the Level system works, which are the people you can talk to, and exposure to the public. But I can't leave this house, without the ritual! This house is my Restriction! I can't go anywhere! So, I need you to find Francis, and take a lock of his hair, to add to a potion so I can finally get around a little!" Arthur was trying really hard, he didn't need to because Alfred was gonna do it anyway.
"That's fine with me, Artie~!" he caressed his soft, cold cheek with his finger and nuzzled into the neck of his new pet. That will be his nickname! Alfred thought, He's my pet Ghosty~! Alfred felt a little too pleased with his triumph, and forgot to notice the bubbles of slight anger rousing from his forehead.
"Sorry…" he chuckled, and kissed the blonde on the nose, and went to get his laptop, in search of a Francis Bonnefoy.
