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Three
Around midday the next morning I woke to knocking on my door.
Grumbling, I rolled over, moving the arm that was lying across my chest so I could sit up.
"What time is it?" my companion asked with a yawn.
"Who the fuck cares?" I yawned. "You should go home before Dan catches you-again." I leant down and kissed her lips softly. "As much as I love these meetings we have-Emma-I don't love running into your husband." I climbed out of bed wearing a pair of underwear and a shirt that said Hello Kitty on it. Unlocking the door I found myself looking at the two guys from the bar last night standing there in my doorway. I sighed. "What the bloody hell do you want? You know what time it is?" I asked them.
"12:06," John Constantine grinned, waltzing into my apartment without an invitation.
"By all means come in," I muttered, letting his friend in. "How on earth did you track me down?"
"You've a very chatty ghost haunting you," John answered. "Says her name is Talia-your sister? You know I can arrange to send her on her way if you like."
I shrugged. "She's harmless-just annoying." I glared at my sister with a scowl as she sat on the couch pretending to read a newspaper which I found considerably odd considering she couldn't use any kind of ghost power if her second life depended on it. I cocked my head on the side. "Since when do you hold a newspaper?" I inquired.
Emma screamed from the doorway. "The paper is floating!"
I sighed. "Not the sharpest tool in the shed are you Emma?" She walked cautiously around the room staring at the three of us, when she got to the door she took off screaming about calling the police. "Why do I always pick the dumb ones?" I muttered, heading into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of vodka out of the freezer I poured myself a glass before offering the bottle to my two guests. "Breakfast of champions?" I grinned.
John sat down. "Let's get these pesky introductions out of the way first, I'm John Constantine and this is my associate Chas Chandler."
He dropped a card on the bench and I chuckled once reading it. "You forgot arrogant twat," I advised. "So what brings you to my palace at this time of day? I usually don't have people over on my days off." I disappeared back into the bedroom to put some clothes on and came back to finish my drink.
"The language you spoke," said John. "Enochian. I can speak some of the language, use it in rituals but you speak it fluently like you've done it all your life. It's not an easy language to master."
"Sticking your nose in other's business again, John Constantine?" Beside Talia materialized the ghost of my adoptive father Robert Chase. "Should have known you'd stumble across Tessa sooner or later."
"Well, well, well, Robert Chase," John smirked, "from beyond the grave you're still pissing me off. I didn't realize this was the girl you had working in your shop."
I raised an eyebrow. "So we've met?"
"You had your head stuck in a book at the time," Robert told me.
"How unlike you, Tessa," Talia teased.
Robert shot her a look. "Keep your mouth shut, girl. If it wasn't for you you're entire family would be alive and we wouldn't be here now would we?"
"Family drama," Chas shook his head.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah I know, hey? I vote we all go back to our previous activities-I'm going to have a shower and go to the movies. You two can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing and Robert can take Talia to the moon and she can find her way back-yeah?"
Robert shook his head. "I didn't arrange for all of this to happen and get you all here just so you could go about your business."
"I have a life, Robert!" I snapped. "I'm not exactly going to be looking for trouble, okay? Yeah I'll take care of anyone that I come across but I won't go out looking for them. I suggest you get out before I make you."
Robert's ghost appeared in front of me. "This is far beyond just you now, Tessa. There is a darkness rising. It's dangerous and it will destroy everything in its way. A lot of ghosts and demons are joining the ranks of the darkness. John has already started fighting. I was going to send you to him before I died but life got in the way."
"I'm not a babysitter," John snorted.
"Meanwhile you two were getting your asses handed to you in a dark alley and I saved them," I shot back. "You're not winning points there buddy." I poured myself another drink. "So what exactly is it that you do?" I asked. "Run around and help the helpless?"
"We've a map," John deadpanned. "A map of stigmata. The blood drops liquefy when there's supernatural activity."
I laughed. "Do you have a secret base? Please god tell me you have a secret base."
"This is no laughing matter!" Talia snapped. She stood up. "Tessa you've always asked me why I haven't moved on-I can't move on! This is my purgatory and I will stay here even after you move on."
"What did Robert mean by this is your fault, Talia?" I asked her.
"I summoned a demon because I wanted to be an only sibling," Talia confessed. "I found out I could use magic so I started dabbling…I saw…I got a vision in the water one day and it was of you-I summoned a demon because I was jealous and I wanted it to be just me and mum and Teddy."
I dropped the glass in my hands. "You?"
"Tess I'm sorry!" Talia begged. "The demon broke free. The day we were killed he came back and he had friends. I'm sorry."
"You terrified me telling me it was MY fault that everyone was dead but it was you?" I shouted. "You wanted me dead! You bitch!" I grabbed my sister's ghost and as per usual she started screaming as her skin started to catch alight. "You ever come back to me again and I will send your ass to hell where you belong."
Talia vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving a pile of ash on the ground. I walked through it and went to the duct in the wall where I'd hidden the knife before Emma came over. I kicked it off the wall and put the knife in my boot.
"Where are you going?" Robert demanded to know.
"Oiad ol oiad gah-l obloc, old fool," I snapped. His spirit disappeared in a flash of golden light.
"You do know how to chuck a tantrum, don't you, luv?" John grinned.
"Let yourself out," I growled, grabbing my bag. For years I'd grown to accept the idea of Talia being around until I died-I actually liked the idea of my sister-be it my dead sister-being by my side but now I wanted nothing more than to be left alone. The gall of her to spend years blaming me for our family's death and I'd believed it.
This changed everything.
++++++ The Enochian translates roughly into:
Oiad ol oiad gah-l obloc
Go to the spirit land ++++++