Page 23 of Beyond Your Darkness, I'm Your Light

“Have you forgotten already?” I ask her, cornering her. I lean in, causing her to back into the door as it shuts closed behind her. “I claimed you, so it matters a great deal.” I say, sniffing.

“What are you doing?” She asks nervously, and I can hear her heartbeat racing as if it’s going to thump right out of her chest.

“You smell different, still good enough to eat, but also like something has changed.” I begin. “Has someone else already taken what’s been promised to me, Little Doe?” I hear her intake of breath and know the answer to my question. I decide to drop it, for now.

“I perform the summonings this way.” She gulps, sliding to the left of me and walking towards a room to the back of this place.

It’s dark, small, and perfect for what she has in mind. In the center of the room is a table and resting on top is none other than… A crystal ball.

“Please, tell me you don’t really use that thing.” I laugh, walking to the table and laying my hand on top of the ball.

“Nope, all for show. The Humans are easily entertained, and I just pull it out to make it seem more believable. After all, there are no such things as necromancers, are there?” She winks at me. “Come, have a seat and tell me the names of those we are summoning.”

I’m not submissive, but the way she beckons me to her and orders me to sit has me rethinking whether I am or not. I pull out a chair across from her and sit.

“Why did you wear a suit to a summoning?” She asks. I’m not going to lie to her about it.

“Because I like wearing suits, and I was sort of trying to impress you.” I blurt out and want to mentally kick myself. Impress her. Sure, that’s what I was trying to do.

“You look very nice in a suit, but you didn’t have to wear that for me.” She blushes, and it’s very cute. “Forget I asked that and let’s begin. Tell me their names.”

“Their names were Tempest and Rogan Blackwood. They were a friend of mine’s parents. He thinks they were attacked and killed during a robbery in their home. I think they were murdered by the very people I work for.” I can see the gears turning in her head, and I shut it down before she can even ask me who I work for. “Before you fix that glorious mouth of yours to ask me who I work for… Don’t.”

“But, why?” She whines.

“I’m not at liberty to say. What else do you need to contact them?” Hopefully nothing because I don’t have anything that belongs to them.

“Just their names will do.” I raise an eyebrow at her, saying ‘Are you sure?’ “Don’t doubt my skill, I’m really good at anything I do.” Now, it’s her turn to smile at me, and I must say, it’s wicked, and there is definitely mischief within.

“Apologies.” I look her in the eyes as I say it because I want her to feel it. The fact that I’m sorry I doubted her, even for a second.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re not the first person to doubt me. That just means I’ll have to put on quite the show for you just like I do the others.” She says, taking the seat directly across from me, not letting her eyes look away from me. Not even for a second.

“You are remarkable.” I haven’t even seen what she can do yet, but I know this is true.

“Thank you.” She says, ducking her head so I don’t see the blush that graces her beautiful, brown skin.

“Do I need to do anything?” I don’t know why I’m asking, or what’s got me so nervous all of a sudden.

“Nope, you’re perfectly fine. Whatever you do, don’t interrupt me and hold all questions until it is done.”

“How will I know it’s done?” I ask because I’ve never been a part of a summoning, never really seen one to say I’m a seer.

“Trust me, you’ll know.” She says, and closes her eyes as she lifts her hands up. I see a bowl being carried over to the table by some sort of light. As I follow the line of its direction, I see the light coming from her. I’ve seen magic in action before so that doesn’t bother me, but the fact that I don’t know how her powers work has me shuddering a little on the inside.

Next I see her raise her hands up and begin calling items from shelves lining the wall that I swear weren’t there just a minute ago. One by one, I see light carrying each item to her, and I am fascinated. I want to ask her if she’s a Witch but decide against it. After dumping several small amounts of things from the viles, she opens her eyes as smoke begins to rise from the bowl. She twirls her finger around just for a brief second, mixing the concoction together as more smoke billows from the bowl, causing a blinding light to reign down.

“Good evening, spirits. I come to you tonight in hopes that you can find someone for me. We are seeking answers about the way they exited this world and could use your help.” She casts a peek in my direction as I look around at some of the people that have come upon her call. They all look peaceful enough, but I know that some of them can be aggressive. Especially the ones that don’t know they are dead.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see two of them try to reach out and touch her. Once they see my eyes flash pitch black, they avert the attention elsewhere. I know not all spirits mean well, and if any of them tries something, I will send their asses to Hell.

“Well hello, chile. My name is Faythe. Who might you be looking for?” A slightly older woman asks, walking up to greet us at the table. She seems nice enough.

“Hiya, Faythe, and thank you for coming. Their names are Tempest and Rogan Blackwell.” She answers.

“That’s a name that holds power.” Faythe whispers. “I do not know them personally, but I can find them for you. How much time do I have?” She asks.

“However long you need, I’ll be here or around.” Juniper tells her.

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