Chapter 14

I've been inserted for a couple of hours now, and there's still nothing. Emptiness in my head. Mel is staying around me, encouraging, but it's not really helping. I keep starting to cry at random moments. Kyle is getting pretty mad at me, he's not used to have his brother cry like that.

We are driving to a small healing facility in a remote village. Anya pulls over in the nearly empty parking. She turns to us and points at me.

"You're coming." She announces.

My breath hitches at the thought of going out there. My friends start in an atrocious orchestra of protestations.

"We can't let her go when she's like this -" points Mel.

"But Wanda needs to stay here -" whines Jamie.

"We can't trust you -" starts Jared.

"Like I'm going to let a soul and a freak in charge of my little brother -" growls Kyle.

"All of you SHUT IT!" booms Anya. "Listen, we're the only ones who can pass as souls, her because she is one, and I because I have lenses. So all of you sit tight and wait for us to come back."

I have to climb over Jamie to step out of the car. They all have some fight left in them but they shut it, seeing as Anya is clearly in a bad mood.

Anya walks calmly in front of me, and I try to imitate her. She sighs angrily.

"You look like a confused duck on drugs," she grunts. "Here, take my hand, pretend we're a couple and you got hurt."

The moment she pushes the door and walks in, Anya turns into a worried wife, making an extravagant act. I try to look like I'm paying attention, but I'm still freaking out.

A kind healer walks us to a room, and opens cupboards to get the medicine. Anya walks over and does the same. I stare at her wide-eyed, she's clearly not doing this whole "undercover" thing well.

The healer clears his throat.

"Excuse me miss, what are you doing?" He politely inquires.

The genuine and innocent question makes me cringe.

"Oh well you see, I'm a healer, on vacation." She flashes him a big smile. "May I assist you?"

He nods and presents embarrassed apologies before continuing. He examines my wound, and Anya is shoving thing anywhere she can: pants, purse, even bra.

"How curious the cut would be there." The healer gasps. "What if it had hurt your soul, not just your host?"

Anya turns around sharply, looking a bit bloated from the stuffing.

"Oh, not to worry, it's the first thing I checked," she assures him.

The healer nods.

"Did you check the rotation too?"

I turn to look at Anya. She makes a face, not daring to look at the healer.

"Naturally," she tries carefully.

The healer hums while finishing up by applying Smooth.

"Are you all set then?" the healer asks.

"Yes, yes, absolutely. Would you mind sending in the pretty receptionist up for a moment? She seems awfully familiar…" Anya grins flirtatiously.

I scowl at her for the risky behavior. She is handling everything though, I haven't had to open my mouth once.

The healer leaves us.

"Damn, where is the Sleep?! This place is such a fucking mess…"

It seems her colourful personality is back. She finds it and flashes a triumphant smile to me. I can't help but smile back, she has so much charisma.

The receptionist steps in, with a shy smile. Before she evens has a chance to say hello Anya addresses me.

"Will this one do?" She hisses, without concealing her human-like personality.

I frown, not understanding. The soul is also frowning, she's just as confused as I.

Unless… Oh! She means a body.

The guilt burns my cheeks as I look down and nod, betraying my species once again. I don't look, but I know Anya pounced, blocking the poor soul's mouth and putting her to sleep. Anya gets me to grab the limp body.

"When you hear me shout Henry, you come and take her to the car."

She hands me her purse. I hold the soul's host as best as I can, trying not to hurt her even though she can't feel it. Anya steps out and walks towards the entrance of the building.

I wait for about a minute and a half before I hear a loud:

"Oh, HENRY!"

I walk quickly toward the entrance. Once I get there, I can't help but freeze. Anya is backed up against the wall, with the healer on her, sucking her neck and moaning.

She sees my pause and waves me to go. I walk out and practically run to the car. Jared opens the door.

"Is everything okay? Where's Anya?"

I dump the soul's body in the back. I'm about to answer him when Anya pops out of nowhere, with smeared lipstick around her mouth.

"Filthy… It still works."

I can't believe she takes pride in what she did. And clearly she's done it before.

"Okay, Jared drives, I need hot chick and soul in the back." She instructs.

Mel, Anya, the body and I are squeezed in the back of the mini-van. Kyle sat in front with Jared, but Jamie is observing us. Anya takes out the medicine from her various hiding places. They work in silence, prepping Ian's body and the soul's. Finally, Mel leans over me and sprays Sleep.

"See you soon." She whispers.

"Take care of him," I murmur faintly.

Darkness reigns.

Hope you liked it! I should update before Monday... Hopefully.

As usual,

MaliceWonders