Disclaimer: I own Set Fluttaz, John Drake and this story, while Ms. Carroll/Cabot owns everyone and everything else.
Comments: Am I boring anyone to death yet with Book of the Dead? Oh, and the PG13 stuff will be in the chapter after the next - but, that might change in the writing of it - and the title will be explained sometime or another.
Chapter Three: A Morning Phone Call
I entered Father D's office and sat down in a chair across from him. After seeing his face my previous felling of foreboding returned - Father Dom looked nervous, worried and even a bit fearful.
"Susannah, I have something to tell you," he said.
"What is it?" I asked Father Dom, trying to keep the dread I was feeling out of my voice.
"I received some - um - news this morning. A friend of mine, I've known him for years, was like us - a mediator - and he had spent most of his life looking for others," started Father Dom. "And he had started a small community of mediators, there was only about half a dozen members or so. Last night he called me. A friend of his is a priest and somehow they got into the topic of certain priests and my name came up. John - that's my friend's name - recognized my name and asked the priest for my number. John, knowing I was a mediator phoned me and told me about his group of mediators."
"And?" I asked knowing there was more to the story then what I had just been told. I mean. none of what Father Dom had just told me explained his weird behavior.
Father Dom continued, "He also told me about the recent deaths of all the other members of the group." Father Dom gulped, "This morning the L.A.P.D phoned me and asked if I knew anything about the death of John Drake."
Note: I know, that was really short - but I needed it to be dramatic. . .Did it work? Oh, and chapter four will be up either tonight or tomorrow. And the next chapters will probably be longer than one, two, and three - unless I spilt them up