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Info: Alrighty, here is the second chapter. This one is a little longer than the first one. I hope it's good and you guys like it. Comments would be appreciated! Thanks and enjoy!
This was just perfect! As I watched the ghost of a girl that looked to be about my age, maybe a year older, one thought was going through my head, We're not safe! I felt like my subconscious was screaming at me.
I'd dealt with enough ghosts the last few weeks to last me for the rest of my life. The fear must have been clear on my face because hers brightened slightly, satisfied that she frightened me.
"What's the matter, little necro? Afraid of a little ghost?" she laughed, a more eerie edge creeping into her voice.
I tried to sound confident, to act like I wasn't terrified because honestly, I swear I would have wet the bed if I weren't so frozen in place.
I sat up straight and made sure I spoke slowly enough that I didn't stutter, "If you don't tell me what you want and leave I'll banish you."
"If you banish me, I think you'll be sorry!" the girl began to fade.
She sparked my interest now, and I knew I shouldn't but I had to know what she meant when she said that I'd "be sorry." Against my better judgment, I shut my eyes, picturing a vague female form, and tugged.
"Hey!" I heard the girl shriek and I couldn't help but smirk a little at the thought that I was annoying her.
"What's the matter?" I asked, trying to imitate that little menace she put in her voice. Maybe I wasn't that powerful, or maybe I was more powerful than I could handle. Either way, she had to think I was strong.
The girl sounded a little ruffled when she spoke again after a few minutes. "Why don't you come with me, and I'll tell you everything."
I had a few options here. Option one was to (stupidly) follow an agito half demon wherever she wanted me to go. Option two was to try to wake someone up. And option three would be to follow her, but be cautious enough to avoid places that would be too dangerous.
Out of my three possible options, option two sounded like the best idea I have. Tori wouldn't be any help in the situation. In fact, Tori would probably make it worse. Simon. I liked Simon, but I guess I was just wondering how much he could handle. That left Derek or Andrew. I didn't quite trust Andrew quite yet. I hadn't even known him for a full day.
Derek was my last choice. I hated to be the damsel in distress, especially when Derek happened to be the one rescuing me all the time. I sighed knowing I had to make a decision now.
As if reading my thoughts the ghost said, "I haven't got all night, necro! If you're coming, then come!"
As scared, as I was I slid my legs out from under the covers. I took a deep breath before I plopped onto the cold floor. I was only wearing a thin nightshirt and socks. Not knowing where I would be going I picked up a jacket on my way out the bedroom door.
Not really wanting Tori to come, but still hoping she'd wake, I closed the door a tad bit harder then I should have. I knew she slept like the dead, but a girl could hope.
I began following the vague form of the girl. If she was a poltergeist in the afterlife that meant she was an agito in life. Just like Liz or Dr. Davidoff. As the girl led me down the hall, I became kind of jittery. I had no idea why, but I felt the sudden need to interrogate the girl before we went any farther.
"Stop," I commanded the girl. I heard her sigh loudly, annoyed.
"What now?" her irritation was thick in her voice.
"I want to know who you are," I said simply. I thought about when we arrived here. If I remembered correctly, Simon and Derek were a few doors down from the room Tori and I shared, right across the hall from where I had stopped the girl.
"That can wait. Come on!" she muttered too quickly. Other then the fact that she seemed to have a sole purpose of annoying the hell out of me; I wasn't sure why she would avoid telling me something as simple as her name.
"No, it can't!" I retorted, raising my voice. Half of me was hoping Simon or Derek would come out of the room. The other half was saying, Shut up! We can handle this!
"Fine, if you must know, my name was Amanda," Amanda muttered.
She sounded less menacing, kind of hurt now actually. I made a mental note of the fact that she had said, "was."
"Who are you?" I continued with my interrogation.
I thought I saw something glisten on her transparent cheek. A tear? Could ghosts cry? More importantly, why would she be crying?
"I was related to Marcel Davidoff. I'm sure you've heard of him," she spat the words at me.
All I could do was stand there, my mouth gaping open, watching Amanda. What had I gotten myself into?
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