"Can you talk? Are you okay? What happened?" Jack asked quickly. Mekiah turned her head to him and nodded. "I'm better now."
"What was that... what did you do?" she asked me.
"I dunno. I called my mom for help, and she told me to do that. What do you remember?"
"Not much. I was playing Bloodborne when you two left, then I saw something out of the corner of my eye, near the kitchen. I got up to go see what it was. I saw..." she trailed off, her head looking toward the kitchen.
Jack placed his hand on her knee, and she looked back at him with wet eyes. "I saw Sarah. She was standing near the kitchen. She called out to me, and I went to her. She was holding her hand out to me, and I reached my hand to touch hers. As soon as our fingers met, my head started swimming and swirling, and I got really dizzy... I could hear what seemed like a million voices calling out to me, screaming to me, I could see hands reaching out to me, trying to touch me, grab me. I could hear Sarah calling my name, begging me to stay with her, pleading with me to find her, telling me she was still here." Mekiah dropped her head into her hands and started sobbing.
I looked at Jack, and he looked back at me.
"What do you think it means?" I asked Mekiah. "I mean, are your spidey senses tingling?" Jack elbowed me, telling me it was no time for jokes, but Mekiah giggled.
"Sarah use to call it spidey senses, too!" she smiled and sniffled, wiping her eyes. "But yes, something is... off. When Sarah died..." Mekiah trailed off, looking distant, then shook her head and snapped herself back. "When she died, I felt her go. I can't explain it, but I knew she was gone. The feeling was... hard... heavy... um, a solid, bricked up, permanent feeling, if that makes any sense. That's the only way I can describe it."
Jack looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Anyway, ever since that day, I have felt that heavy feeling, like a brick wall in my head. But as soon as I touched her hand, the feeling was gone." She looked at me intently.
"Was it her ghost?" Jack asked, and we both looked at him. "What you saw, I mean. Could it be her spirit?"
"Maybe... " Mekiah said, "but I don't think it was. I have had run-ins with plenty of spirits, and this didn't feel like one. It seemed more... dream-like. More psychic. Like she is somewhere else and left her body to come find me. She can d... uh... I mean she use to be able to do that. I taught her how. Almost like a psychic telephone call. But the dead can't."
"Is it possible that she isn't dead?" I asked. They both looked at me in silence.
"Mark," Jack said quietly, lowering his eyes, "we watched her die. We covered her cold corpse."
"But," I said, raising my index finger in front of his face, "we aren't dealing with a human here." I stood up and walked to the little table that I set the Book of Angels on. "We are dealing with a being that has an immense deal of power."
I started thumbing through the book, looking for anything that could tell me if angels have the ability to give life to the dead. "JACK!" I said quickly and loudly, startling him. "Run upstairs and grab the Book of Demons."
He literally ran.
"OH! HEY! KIA!" Jack said when he ran back down the stairs, "I got me casts off! I can run again!" He bounced around the living room, smiling wildly and letting out a giggle. Mekiah started laughing and said "I see..." with a raised eyebrow.
Jack handed me the Book of Demons and brushed my fingers with his as we made the exchange. It sent an electric feeling through me, and I grabbed his hand and pulled him hard to my body, surprising him. His face was inches from mine, and his eyes grew wide with surprise. He laughed and said "you scared the shite out of me!" With a smile on my face, I smashed my mouth to his and kissed him deeply.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, GET A ROOM!" Mekiah yelled, laughing. I don't know what came over me, I just had to kiss him that very moment. I loved him so much, and I just had to feel him melt into me that fucking second. I pulled back, and looked at him. His eyes remained closed for a few seconds, and I chuckled when he opened them, looking almost drunk. "Sorry... I had to," was all I could say.
Jack cleared his throat, trying to recover from the surprise burst of affection. He shook his head a little, then said "okay, back to business. Let's see if we can find anything interesting or useful in these books."
I skimmed through the Book of Demons, then I shook my head. "Wait, I should be looking in the Angel book," I said, "There is stuff in it that you won't be able to read." I took the book from Jack's hand, then handed him the Demon book.
"What do you mean?" Mekiah asked me quickly.
"My mom told me that my nephilim blood will allow me to read things in the Book of Angels that those without nephilitic blood can't see." I explained. "That's how I was able to soothe you and bring you out of your... state." She nodded and made a little 'ahhh' sound.
I started looking through the Book of Angels, and Jack was looking through the Book of Demons. I could hear Jack starting to breathe slightly faster, and he made a quiet 'uuuhhh' sound. He shifted uncomfortably, then said 'UUMMMM' a little louder. Then Jack, a lover of all books, a keeper and caretaker of ancient tomes, threw this rare and possibly only copy of the Book of Demons across the room and stood up, holding his hands out as if trying to defend himself.
I jumped up. "Jack? What happened? Did something you read freak you out?" I asked, figuring things written in a Book of Demons would be enough to freak anyone out.
"It wasn't what was already written that freaked me out, Babe. What freaked me out was the words and symbols that started to appear on the pages as I read..."
