When they got back to the hotel, the College Hill Ghost Hunters unloaded their equipment. They stored it in the first floor suite Dean and Seth shared with Mark and Wade. The other four couples went to their second floor suites. They unpacked and everyone opted to order room service for dinner. Nobody felt like dressing for dinner in the dining room, or like going out.
In their suite, Roman, Adam, Jason and Heath all curled up in the living room section of their suite and watched old English comedy shows as they munched on pizza and drank ice cold beer.
When Roman and Heath excused themselves for a bathroom break, Jason turned to Adam. "Are you sure you're alright, Addy? I mean you were really out of it." He looked at his best friend with deep concern and a grim face.
Adam rolled his eyes. "Yes, mother, I'm fine. God, I only had a bad dream and you are all ready to send me to the hospital. And please, stop calling me Addy, I'm not a little boy anymore." He wasn't sharp, but Adam was obviously annoyed as he took a long swing of his beer.
"Don't be so testy. You didn't see how hard the bed shook, I thought it would rise up and float. You will always be my Addy, so live with it." Jason sounded like a bossy, older brother. He gave Adam a playful slap on the shoulder.
"You've watched too many hokey movies. We don't float above beds." Adam replied in an odd voice. It was almost, for a split second like a deep, vile voice had joined Adam's. It was just brief, Jason just thought Adam had belched while speaking.
Roman returned first. As soon as the Islander sat down, Adam latched on to him. Adam ran a teasing finger around Roman's ear. That was always a sign that Adam was horny and hungry for sex. Roman cocked an eyebrow, he hadn't expected Adam to want sex. He was glad Jason's attention was diverted with Heath's return. Roman could tell Jason had been about to say something about Adam's actions.
Adam leaned up and took Roman's ear lobe between his teeth. He raked the flesh gently. He the blew a hot breath on the damp skin. It made Roman inhale sharply and a shiver ran up his spine. He cock grew hard in his tight jeans.
"You want me, you know you do." Adam whispered with soft, warm words in Roman's sensitive ear. His tongue licked at Roman's ear, then ran down his muscular neck. Adam bit sharply into the flesh at the base of Roman's neck where it connected to his shoulder.
Roman didn't exactly mind Adam's aggression, it did happen sometimes, but he was surprised that Adam was so open in front of Jason and Heath.
"I think we'd better take this to the bedroom. I don't fancy letting anyone have a look at what's mine." Roman replied with an impish smirk. Adam had done a good job at arousing him.
Adam couldn't stand up fast enough. "Goodnight, Jaybird, night Ginger Snap." He nearly pulled Roman off the couch with one finger hooked in Roman's belt.
Heath watched Adam and Roman leave the room. His face was twisted in confusion. Jason noticed his husband's look. "Ginger Snap?" He had the same curl of confusion on his lips as Heath, Adam very rarely used Heath's "pet endearment" nickname.
Heath looked at Jason. "I... something just isn't right. That was not Adam..." his words faded as he became lost in his thoughts.
Jason reached over and bushed a stray strand of red hair from Heath's face. "He'll be alright. You know he gets... odd after an experience sometimes. Come on, lets go to bed, it's been a strange twenty-four hours. We'll have a long data review session tomorrow, we need the rest." He stood and held his hand out to his husband.
Heath nodded with a sigh. "I suppose so, but lets keep an eye on him. Yeah, not looking forward to that... well... the data will be interesting, but you know how Seth gets." He took Jason's hand and stood. Hand in hand they walked to their bedroom.
Roman had barely closed their bedroom door before Adam jumped into his arms. He locked his long legs around Roman's waist. He put his hands on Roman's cheeks, and rammed his tongue down Roman's throat.
Roman was glad his own legs were so powerful and muscular as Adam wrapped around him. Roman wrapped his arms around Adam and held on to him. He let Adam's tongue explore his mouth. He gave up trying to analyze his husband's behaviour as passion over took him. The harder Adam pressed against him, the harder Roman's cock became and he could tell Adam was just as hard.
Adam unwrapped himself from Roman, and slid down to his knees. Adam reached up and unbuckled Roman's belt and unzipped the zipper of his jeans. Adam grabbed the waistband of both Roman's jeans and thong, he slid the material down to Roman's knees. Adam buried his nose in Roman's groin and inhaled deeply. Roman placed his hands on Adam's head, his fingers slid into the soft blond locks as Adam's mouth engulfed his cock.
Adam whimpered around Roman's cock, his husband tasted like the best food on earth. The slight vibration from Adam's whimper made Roman's cock tingle like it had been hit with an electric shock. It travelled up his spine, through his brain and vanished through the ends of his hair.
Adam's left hand rested on Roman's hip, while his right stroked the extra sensitive strip of skin that ran from under his balls to his hole. The feeling made Roman fight to keep his knees from buckling, it was incredible.
When Adam took Roman's cock deep into his throat, Roman tossed his head back, his eyes rolled up as they closed. He let out a low, animalistic growl. Adam let his tongue go flat and wide as he licked his way back up to the tip of Roman's throbbing shaft.
Roman's fingers tangled in Adam's hair when the invading tongue lapped at his pre-cum filled slit. Adam then trailed his tongue down the thick, pulsing vein that ran down the underside of Roman's cock. Once the skin was wet, Adam puckered his lips and blew. Roman's growl of lust grew even more animalistic.
Adam proceeded to mouth fuck his husband. He ignored the fact that his own hard cock ached to be released from the confines of his jeans.
Roman wanted more, he wanted his cock in Adam's tight heat. He could feel the long bandage as he stretched and moved his back, but there was no pain from the paranormal wound. He pulled Adam's head back. "Bed." was all he said.
There was a flurry of cloth as clothes landed in various places on the hotel room floor. Covers were pulled back in a wave of white linen. Roman lay on his back as Adam straddled across his groin.
Adam reached back and took Roman's cock in his hand and guided the tip to his quivering, puckered hole. Adam gave a whimper as he lowered himself onto the shaft of flesh. Every so often, Adam stopped to let his hole expand to let Roman in. When he couldn't wait any longer, he fully impaled himself. Adam hissed through his gritted teeth and panted in an effort to relieve the moment of pain.
While it did burn, it was a feeling Adam loved. He bent his body and his lips hovered over Roman's. "Burn me with the Dark Lord's fire," his breath was hot, his eyes were nearly black with lust.
Roman didn't really think about Adam's strange turn of phrase, he was too filled with lust and desire for his beautiful husband. He pulled Adam in for a deep, slow burning kiss. His right hand slid down between their bodies. Roman took Adam's hard, hot cock in his hand.
Adam bucked his hips as he rose up. The blond braced himself with his hands on Roman's broad, muscular chest. They set a slow, sensual rocking pace. Adam rolled his hips like an exotic dancer as they made love. The control Adam had started with slowly left him as Roman took over. The hell fire that had consumed them turned to a slow flame. Their kisses and touches became soft and tender.
Roman rolled them over, now he was the one on top of Adam. Adam's left knee was up and rested against Roman's hip as the Islander readjusted himself in Adam's slick channel. His hand once again wrapped around Adam's cock. Roman's lips nipped and sucked on the flesh of Adam's delicious neck.
Roman adjusted the angle of his hips so that he rubbed against that bundle of nerves that made Adam's eyes roll. Adam let out the most glorious sound of pleasure as their love making continued.
Finally, Adam let out a soft cry as his cock spilled it's creamy contents into Romans hand. The eruption caused his muscles to clench down around Roman's shaft. Roman filled Adam with his cum as he kissed his husband. A groan of pleasure from Roman was swallowed by Adam.
After a bit of recovery time, Roman rolled onto his back. Like a magnet, Adam turned on his side and curled up against his beloved husband. Roman wrapped his arms around Adam and held him close.
"I love you." Roman muttered as a deep, sex sated sleep over took them, body and soul.
"He loves you." Adam muttered in the same sleepily sated voice. Roman again never seemed to hear the odd reply, as he snored softly. Just before Adam drifted off, an evil laced smirk crossed over his lips. Soon a deep, almost unnaturally deep sleep claimed Adam.
Roman frowned as he came out of the bathroom. He'd been in there for the better part of an hour, taking a shower, grooming and dressing for the day. Adam had been asleep, and was still asleep. It was unusual, Adam always joined him in the bathroom at some point, even if it was just to piss.
Roman looked at his watch, they had thirty minutes before meeting the others downstairs for breakfast. Roman's frown turned to a smile, Adam looked so adorable, curled up. Adam held Roman's pillow in his arms.
Roman gently shook Adam. "Viking, time to wake up. You still have enough time to shower, if you get up now." He spoke firmly in order to waken Adam.
It took another firm shake for Adam to even stir. He blinked a few times. "Wow... I haven't slept that hard... in a long... long time..." Adam muttered between wide, open mouthed yawns.
Roman laughed. "Well, I'm glad, you needed it, and after last night... you earned it." He wiggled his brows as he recalled the previous nights sexual encounter.
Adam grinned. "You were rather tasty. I don't know what came over me. I just felt so... needy for you. You were wonderful, my Islander." Adam sat up and kissed Roman softly on the lips.
Roman broke the kiss with a playful swat to Adam's ass. "You were fantastic. Now hurry, we have to get downstairs for breakfast. I put your things out in the bathroom." He'd sat down at the desk and turned on his lap top computer.
Adam slipped out of the bed, he was naked, and the evidence of last nights love making showed on his stomach and lower region. He scurried off to the bathroom. He felt wonderful and well rested.
Roman answered a few brief emails from his doctoral students. He also wrote and email to Bray and filled him in on what happened at Leap. As he wrote about the scratch he'd gotten, Roman realized that during their sex last night, it hadn't hurt a bit. He'd felt the bandage in the shower and removed it.
When Roman had finished his shower, he'd turned to the mirrors and looked at the wound, it was nearly gone. Partly because of Hunter's excellent care and partly because it was the way of some paranormal scratches.
Roman finished his emails. He realized he'd left his wallet on the bathroom vanity table. He shut down the lap top and went into the bathroom. When he opened the door, a wave of hot mist blasted him in the face. The bathroom was so foggy he could barely see the outline of Adam's body as he stood in the tub and dried off.
"Wow, I know you like a hot shower, but that must have been scalding. Are you alright?" Roman asked as he watched Adam dry himself.
"I'm fine. It was gloriously hot water. I'll be out soon. By the way, hows your back?" Adam stepped out of the tub with a towel around his waist. He picked up his hairbrush and looked at Roman with concern in his eyes.
Roman shrugged. "Fine. You know how it is, horrible when it happens, gone hours later. Hurry babe, I'm starving." He'd gone behind Adam and wrapped his arms around his husband and had pulled Adam up against his chest. He was surprised, Adam's skin was cool for the water having been so hot.
Adam laughed. "Then let me get on with it, my love." He craned his neck to kiss Roman's cheek. Roman reluctantly let Adam go, grabbed his wallet and left the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, the CHGH were chowing down on a huge breakfast. Everyone was well rested and were happy to be back in real beds. Seth was talking about the work they had to do.
"I think we should all take a data set. It will make it go faster. I still want to do like usual. Analyze, make notes, trade data sets and repeat. We surely must have caught something, that place was just too weird. Sheamus can't be here, his group got called to a private home. He said sorry, but he couldn't invite us to join him, the family was instant that as few people as possible come. So... we have the conference room as long as we want." He finished speaking with a sip of his hot tea.
"Sounds good to me. Listen, I'm sorry I kind of... wasn't myself. I hope my... whatever it was, didn't ruin this trip. Everyone pay close attention to your data sets. Like Seth said, we have to have captured something." Adam spoke with an apologetic tone as he looked at each member of his loyal, faithful team in the eye.
Hunter looked at Adam. "You did not ruin anything. I wish now we had waited to investigate. I did some research on delayed jet lag. You had a bad case of it, it can cause nightmares and headaches, and some cases fever. We should have waited at least a week before doing anything that required... concentration. You could still have symptoms for up to a week. Adam, don't push yourself. When you need to rest... rest. Roman, I want to look at your back before we start. Is anyone else feeling off?" He sounded like the Physician he was as he expounded to the group.
No one noticed the brief look that passed between Mark and Wade. The rest of the group assured their team Doctor that they felt fine. Mark rubbed his chin, lost in deep thought.
The previous night, Mark and Wade had laid in their bed, and talked about Adam. Mark hoped to find out more during the data review, there were a few questions and he wanted the answers to either ease his mind, or act before it was... too late.
Adam leaned over and gave Hunter a hug. "Thanks, I feel better knowing I'm not.. crazy. I feel much better, I slept like... well... the dead last night. Well, guys, we'd better get started, there is a lot of data to go over." He took a last sip of coffee and motioned for the waitress.
Adam arranged for the waitress to keep the conference room supplied with plenty of coffee, tea, and water. She would also bring sandwiches at lunch time. Once that was done, the College Hill Ghost Hunters left the restaurant and headed for the conference room.
Before he went into the conference room, Mark pulled Evan aside. Evan told Chris to go on, that he'd be there shortly. Chris looked from Evan to Mark. He saw the look in Mark's eye and knew whatever it was, only Evan could be trusted with it. Chris trusted, Mark, so he left his boy in the care of the Demonologist, with a kiss to Evan's cheek.
The Demonologist looked seriously at the young empath. "Evan, this is between us, okay?" Mark waited for the boy's reply.
"Of course, Mark. What's wrong? I can tell, something has been bothering you all morning and I don't need my skills to see it." Evan whispered softly.
Mark continued. "I don't want you taking any risks, please. However, watch Adam, make a mental note if he does anything... strange. Evan, this is very important, you must for fucks sake, keep your empathic door locked. I want a pair of eyes on Adam that... aren't objected, understand?" Mark's brow was so highly arched, it vanished under his bangs.
Evan frowned, a deep, tight frown. "I will, Mark. I'll do everything you ask. Wait... you... you think... Adam was... jumped, don't you?" The realization gleamed in his dark brown eyes.
With a grim face, Mark gave a slow nod. "I'm not sure, that it was a jump. It could be worse, maybe a pos..." He was cut off by Adam.
"Come on, guys. Seth is waiting to get started." Adam gave Evan's shirt sleeve a playful tug.
Evan laughed. "Okay boss. Thanks, Mark, I'll take your advice." He gave a quick wink then a flash of worry to Mark.
Mark took a deep breath. He knew Evan was smart and probably knew what he'd been about to say. He gathered himself and entered the room. Wade waved him over to a small table in the corner.
Each couple had their own table, and one couple took up each of the four corners of the room. Hunter and Shawn sat at one end of a long table in the center of the room, as Dean and Seth sat at the other end.
Seth handed a clip board, notebook and pen to each person as he spoke. "One do video, the other audio. When you're finished, switch. When each couple has done their set twice, switch with the couple on the right and do it all over. You know the drill." He gave the last clip board to Shawn.
"Remember, if anyone feels... odd, let me know. Also, I'll time us for regular breaks. We have a lot of work ahead of us and we need to keep fresh." Hunter added his instructions. Hunter then set his watch for two hours.
They put on their headsets, pressed play on their lap tops and audio recorders and began the long process of analyzing the Leap Castle data.
Mark made sure, that his first data set was his own. Seth hadn't been fond of the idea when Mark had privately spoken to him about it the night before. However, Seth soon realized when a seven foot tall, Demonologist stared you down; you tended to agree quickly. Mark also told Seth to keep it to himself. Nobody else needed to know about the protocol breach.
Mark stared silently at the video he'd captured with the borrowed thermal imaging camera. He hoped he got a recording of the horrid face he'd seen. When he got to the place where he had the paranormal encounter, the image on the screen went haywire. The image became distorted and all color was lost. The distortion only lasted a few seconds. The image cleared and resumed with the footage he'd taken as he scrambled back up the ladder. Mark cursed under his breath with an airy growl.
Wade couldn't hear Mark through his headset, but he could tell his fiancé was agitated. Just as Wade removed his headset, Hunter's watch alarm went off. The first two hours had sped by.
"Guys, mark your places and take a break." Hunter announced in a loud voice, as most still wore their headsets.
Heath and Evan couldn't get their headsets off fast enough. They ran out of the room and headed for the bathroom in the hotel lobby.
Jason laughed. "Guess they had to go. Oh great, coffee. Thanks, lass." He smiled as their waitress from the restaurant came into the room with a cart loaded with both a coffee and a tea pot, cups, saucers and condiments.
Wade held Mark back. "Why were you so angry just now?" His voice was a low whisper, his brow raised.
Mark's shoulders drooped as he sighed. "My camera fucked up right when I should have gotten the image of the face. It cleared up when I was moving towards the ladder. Wade, keep this to yourself..." His last words were hesitant, Adam was staring a hole in him from the other side of the room.
Adam's face was almost... evil as he glared at Mark. When Roman tapped Adam's shoulder, his face became normal. Adam smiled and turned to his husband and took the cup of coffee Roman had poured for him.
Mark realized that no one else had noticed the change that had come over their leader... or... was there? Mark couldn't be sure, maybe he was seeing something that wasn't really there. He knew the mind could play tricks. If he thought something was wrong, then his mind could take a simple thing like a look and make it something it really wasn't.
"Babe?" Wade whispered as he placed his hand on Mark's shoulder. His eyes were narrowed, his lips thin and set in a grim line.
Mark gave Wade a soft smile. "Just frustrated. You know, camera fails right when you need it most. Coffee?" He took Wade gently by the elbow and led him to the refreshment trolley.
Wade looked at Mark like he had four heads. "You dare ask me that? With a pot of Irish tea in the room?"
Mark actually laughed out loud. His laugh made everyone look at him. Mark gave Wade a low, graceful bow. "I do beg your pardon, me Lord." The tension left Wade as he laughed at his future husband's antics.
Heath and Evan weren't sure what had happened when they returned to a room full of hysterical laughter, and Mark laughed hardest of all.
Between them, Jason and Chris explained what had happened. Heath and Evan were sorry to have missed it. While it hadn't really been that funny, under the circumstances, it helped to laugh.
They took their break and Hunter made everyone go outside for a breath of fresh air. While Hunter could make them feel like children at times, everyone agreed, they were refreshed and ready to get back to work.
Everyone settled in and went back to work. The only sounds in the room were the occasional scratchings of pens on paper and the low, almost musical hum of twelve lap top computers.
The day progressed as they diligently continued to work. After all that time, they had barely made a dent in the data to be analyzed. The stacks of discs waiting to be looked at was at least five times higher than the completed stacks.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Hunter put a stop to the day work. Everyone shutdown their lap tops and packed them up. Seth and Dean packed up the data discs. Everything would be locked up in Seth and Dean's bedroom until morning.
Everyone went to their rooms to refresh and change. They were walking up the road to a local pub. The ghost hunters were ready for a night of live music, good pub food and Irish beer.
One by one the couples met in the lobby. Hunter arrived before Shawn. "Wait till you get a look at this... but... be nice, he's very self conscious." Hunter spoke softly, and whispered his last words. Hunter then called out, "Okay Shawn, come on."
Eleven men looked as Shawn came into lobby. Eyes nearly popped as the preacher stepped in front of them.
Hunter had encouraged Shawn to loosen up and have fun and forget he was as pastor for a few hours. Shawn had reluctantly agreed, not because of his religion, but he felt he wasn't as good looking as he once was. Hunter knew this and wanted to give his husband's morale a boost.
Shawn's long hair was down, and he'd styled it to fall in soft, reddish blond waves of silk. He wore a long dangle chain earring in his left ear.
Shawn wore soft, skin tight white leather pants, a black silk button down shirt and a matching white leather vest. He wore a heavy silver bracelet and his black cowboy boots were highly polished, with sliver toe tip covers and heel plates. He looked... elegantly beautiful.
The men found their voices and spoke at once. "So beautiful. Looking good. I want a dance." All flew at Shawn. He ducked his head, it felt good, he couldn't deny it.
"See, Sexy Boy, I told you." Hunter beamed proudly at his husband. Hunter looked equally handsome in tight black jeans and white button down with black accents like buttons and pocket flaps.
Tight jeans, button downs and well polished boots were the dress choice of the evening. The College Hill Ghost Hunters turned more than a few heads when after a short walk from the hotel, they walked into the pub.
A hostess in full Irish Colleen dress led the couples to a large, curved booth table in the corner of the pub. The booth was large, but they sat cozily close. Nobody minded, they were already lost in the lively music. A local band was playing.
After they placed their dinner order, they all headed for the dance floor. Everyone whooped and cheered when Shawn broke out in an Irish Jig. He danced like a native.
The next song was a slow, Irish ballad. Mark knew this was an opportunity he couldn't miss. He whispered to Wade. Wade nodded, but had a look of surprise on his face.
Mark walked up to Adam. "May I have this dance?" He gave a slight bow and held out his hand.
Adam's brow raised. "Okay." he Was taken back, Mark usually hated dancing. He took Mark's offered hand and let the Demonologist lead him onto the floor.
Roman was also surprised, but didn't mind. He asked Wade for a dance and the offer was accepted. The two couples began to dance.
At first, everything was fine. Just before the song ended, Adam placed his lips against Mark's ear. "He's mine and you can't do anything, Demon Hunter. No one will believe you, I'll make sure of it. You are nothing to me." The words were spoke in an almost dual tone, like two voices speaking at the same time with a split second between them.
Mark was stunned at the words. He roughly pulled Adam away from him so he could look Adam in the eye.
"Hey, not so rough, Mark." Adam was a bit annoyed at the rough handling as he frowned at Mark. His voice was perfectly normal.
Mark looked hard at Adam. Their leader looked and sounded normal. Had he actually heard the nearly demonic voice, or was his imagination getting to him? Adam was certainly fine now, and looking rather upset.
"Sorry, Adam. You stepped on my toe, I shouldn't have reacted like that. You're a great dancer. I'm the left footer. Come on, I'll buy you drink as an apology." Mark smiled and led Adam back to their table. Adam slid into the booth.
Mark went to the bar and ordered two Irish Stouts, he was joined by Evan. "Hey Squirt, you having fun?"
Evan looked at Mark, his eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yeah, it's nice to have fun like this. Chris is a fantastic dancer." He placed his order for two Irish Stouts as well.
"Evan, did you pick up on anything... strange with Adam?" Mark asked in a low voice.
Evan sipped his drink and held the other one. "No, I didn't... but... when Adam came over to the answer a question I had during analysis, both Chris' and my computers glitched something fierce. At first we thought we'd lost the data... Mark, it was the set you'd just passed to us, of you in the dungeon." He answered with a furrow of his brow and shrug.
Mark nodded and gave his chin a stroke. "It had a glitch in the data, maybe that was what you had. We'd better get back to the others, dancin' is thirsty work." The older man smiled. Mark tried to brush everything off, his imagination was getting too much control.
The wonderful evening continued and before the night was over, everyone had danced with each other. Adam behaved perfectly normal. Mark wasn't sure of what to do. Maybe it was time to talk to Roman. He decided to confront Adam's husband in the morning.
The ghost hunters were having a last round of non-alcoholic beverages. Mark leaned over to Roman. "Hey, Reigns, how about a run in the morning. We've been lazy lately." He gave the Parapsychologist a wink.
Roman gave a laugh. "Yeah, we have. Okay, how about a nice six o'clock five mile run?" Roman and Mark always ran at least three mornings per week. They hadn't been for a run since leaving Iowa.
Mark scoffed. "Lazy bum. I say ten." He gave Roman a glare of challenge.
Roman raised his hands in defeat. "Okay, Master. Ten it is. Adam, be ready to call 999." He joked with a sarcastic smirk on his face.
Adam laughed. "Don't worry. Hunter can give you emergency treatment. Don't wake me up at six, I need my beauty sleep." He gently poked Roman in the ribs with his elbow.
With the band playing its final song, the College Hill Ghost Hunters walked backed tot he Country Arms Hotel. They laughed, joked and sang as they walked. It was a beautiful, moonlit, Irish summer midnight.
At the hotel the couples split up into their room groups and bid each other goodnight. Hot baths and showers were taken. It wasn't long before most of the couples were curled up together and drifted off to a well earned sleep. Tomorrow would be another long day in the conference room.
Mark and Wade were the only ones st ill awake. They had started out just taking a shower, but things got out of hand, and they enjoyed a round of shower sex. It wasn't often they had a shower large enough for the both of them.
Wade had already slipped into their bed. Mark came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and one in his hand as he towel dried his long, deep auburn hair.
Wade gave a yawn. "I'm with Adam, don't wake me in the morning either." He spoke through another yawn. He slid further down under the covers.
Mark gave a deep chuckle. "All right, my dear. You go to sleep, and I love you." He bent down and gave Wade's lips a kiss. He stood up an scrubbed his head again with the towel.
"Love you..." Wade muttered as his eyes fluttered shut. Their shower encounter had been intense, wonderful but intense. He was a sleep before Mark got back to the bathroom.
Mark stood in front of the mirror and brushed out his long hair. When it was wet, it fell to just below his shoulder blades. He began to part it in three plaits, to put it in is usual braid.
Mark's fingers deftly braided his hair into one long plait. He liked to braid it damp as it put a bit of life and body into his hair when it was dry. As he worked, his mind drifted to Adam. Was he just being crazy, or was something truly wrong with their leader.
When Mark looked back at the mirror, he had to swallow a yelp of fright. An older woman was standing next to him, at least in the mirror. He turned his head to look, but no one was there. When Mark's eyes flicked back to the mirror, she was still there, a desperate look clouded her face.
Mark just somehow knew, this was Adam's grandmother. He looked at the reflection. "It's Adam, isn't it?" He spoke in an almost silent whisper.
The old woman nodded sadly. "Yes. I've tried to return to him, but I can't. Mark, Adam is in trouble. Please, help him." Her lips didn't move, but Mark heard her as plain as day.
"Ma'am, is he possessed?" Mark asked with a whisper laced anxiety. The anxiety changed to an eye opening fear.
Adam's grandmother nodded "Yes". Then, the reflection was gone.