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Authors: Charity Parkerson,Regina Puckett

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Mark took a step backward and swallowed down some bitter bile. He spoke through clenched teeth, “What could you possibly have I would want?”

Pamela giggled. It was a disturbingly girly sound from something so hideous. “I have the love of your life. She freely gave herself to me.”

All the air left Mark’s lungs. It took several long seconds before he was able to breathe again. He lunged at Pamela and grabbed the front of her silk blouse. Several delicate buttons hit the ground where they had been torn loose from his sudden attack. He didn’t even notice her ample breasts were now exposed. “Where is she?” One minute he was holding onto Pamela’s blouse and the next he was holding air. The only thing left of her were the buttons on the ground and an evil laugh hanging in the air.

A few months back, Mark never would have believed he would be having a conversation with someone obviously possessed, but then his entire world had been shattered. Anne disappeared, he’d been fired from his job and nearly killed in a car accident. His partner and longtime friend was suspected of being involved in Kylie Trace’s murder, and all the things he never believed in were walking around wearing human skin. Realizing he was still poised with both fists in the air, he lowered them and took off running as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. To the casual observer, he would look like a jogger out for a run before the sun came up and it got too hot. The truth was, Mark was slowly dying inside. He was furious and worried sick over Anne whereabouts. Hearing Pamela confirm every suspicion he had about Anne’s disappearance felt like a blow to his gut.

Mark was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the house he was renting finally came within view, but then he spotted someone standing on his front porch. It seemed as if his night was going to be full of unexpected visitors. For a moment, he thought it might be Pamela again but the closer he came to the house, the harder his heart beat in his chest. His mind refused to accept the truth of what his eyes were showing him, but after a few more steps, he could no longer deny it.

Mark froze at the sight of him. Clenching his hands into fists, he fought against the urge to rub his eyes in disbelief. He’d not seen Liam Stone since the accident, when the man had torn the door from Mark’s car as if it wasn’t made of metal while his eyes glowed red. His appearance on the heels of another unfortunate visit from Pamela didn’t bode well for Mark.

Moving at a slow pace, he approached the house with caution. It was stupid, he knew it, but the fact remained Liam was not the man Mark believed him to be. Liam wasn’t a man at all, if his glowing eyes were any indication. A quick smile touched Liam’s lips as if he knew Mark’s thoughts.

“It’s been a while,” he said when it became apparent Mark wasn’t going to roll out the welcome mat.

At the sound of his voice, something inside of Mark shifted and memories of the years of friendship they shared flooded his mind. “Yeah man, it’s been a while,” Mark agreed as he jogged up the stairs and extended his hand to Liam.

Liam’s uneasy smile bloomed into a genuine one of welcome as he accepted Mark’s hand. “I’m sorry to drop in on you like this, but it’s not like I could call.”

“I guess not,” Mark agreed as he unlocked the door and waved Liam inside. Mark waited until they were both settled across from one another at his kitchen table and an uncomfortable silence had fallen between them, before asking, “What brings you here after all this time?”

Liam shot a quick glance around the room, as if taking note of how far Mark had fallen since the last time they spoke. “You need a job.”

A bark of laughter escaped Mark. “No shit. Did you come here to point out the obvious?” Without waiting for Liam to answer, Mark added, “Employers aren’t exactly beating down the doors of former police detectives suspected of illegal activity.”

Liam dropped his gaze to his lap. “I’m sorry about that.” Mark almost told him it wasn’t his fault, but the words lodged in his throat as Liam tilted his head at an angle, and a hint of red tinted his eyes. Unable to look away, Mark watched half in fascination as Liam tilted his chin, as if acknowledging a voice only he could hear.

“Tell me about Kylie,” Mark demanded, before he even knew what he intended to say. Liam blinked in surprise and the red disappeared, leaving behind only clear blue irises.

“What do you want to know?”

“Who was she to you?” Mark hated questioning if Liam had known Kylie before the moment they had found her body, but the DNA found in Liam’s home made the evidence against his former partner appear damning.

“Kylie is my wife.”

Not was, but is, the distinction between the two was not lost on Mark, and he scoffed at the statement. “Kylie is dead, Liam. Maybe I’ve seen a lot of things I can’t explain since the day we processed her murder scene, but that’s one point I never questioned.”

Liam’s face remained expressionless even as Mark stopped just short of calling him a liar. “I don’t think we have any other choice,” Liam said, and Mark blinked in confusion over his statement. He didn’t think the words were meant for him, but as they were the only two people there, he made an attempt to puzzle them out.

“What?”

“Don’t freak out,” Liam said in a way of answer, as he reached over and locked Mark’s forearm in a manacle grip. The room spun and blurred in front of his eyes before snapping back into focus. The already white kitchen seemed a shade brighter while the oak cabinets were a hint darker than before. Those small changes were nothing in comparison to the appearance of a third person seated at the table. Nestled against Liam’s side, was a very alive Kylie looking unsure of her welcome.

Mark moved to pull out a Liam’s hold, but Liam held onto him with the strength of ten men. “What the…? How…? I don’t understand,” Mark said, finally admitting defeat.

“It’s nice to formally meet you, Mark,” Kylie said and panic slammed into his chest. Perhaps he was going crazy. As he hit the edge of hyperventilation, Kylie looked away and blinked back tears. Her show of vulnerability slowed his heart rate and calmed his panic faster than anything else could have. It seemed that even if he did lose his mind, his grandmother’s lessons in gentlemanly behavior would remain with him.

“I’m sorry,” he said automatically, bringing her surprised gaze back to his, and a bright smile touched her lips. “You’re looking much better than the last time I saw you.”

“I suppose I am,” she said with a giggle. It was Anne’s laugh. The sisters looked nothing alike but the laughter was the same, and Mark sucked in a pained breath. Sometimes the loss of her hit him as a physical blow when he least expected it. Dragging his mind away from a dangerous pitfall, he eyed the odd pair seated across from him. Liam had called her his wife and they did look united, in a way Mark couldn’t explain.

“How is this possible?” he asked, giving voice to the confusion gnawing at him.

“Wow, it’s a much bigger explanation than you’re ready for.” Kylie didn’t sound condescending, only as if she didn’t know where to start.

“Is there a short version?”

Liam snorted at Mark’s question. “For the sake of time and sanity, Kylie and I both were born with the ability to walk between realms.”

“Realms?” Mark asked, interrupting Liam’s explanation. “As in heaven?”

“That’s one realm,” Liam said noncommittally.

“But not yours,” Mark surmised, and the slight tilt of Liam’s chin confirmed his suspicions. Unfortunately, it only raised more questions than answers as far as Mark was concerned.

“But you both seem so good.” Even as the words left Mark’s mouth, he recognized how ridiculous they sounded, but hell was a place he’d always equated with evil.

Liam and Kylie both smiled as if he’d earned a gold star for quick learning. “Exactly,” Kylie said at the same time as Liam said, “That’s why we need your help.”

Mark’s heart fell. It was as he thought when he first saw Liam standing on his porch. Nothing good would come of this. “What do you need?”

“Don’t look so disheartened,” Liam said. “As I said, you need a job, and it just so happens, this one pays well.”

“You want to hire me?”

“Not me, Wade Collins.”

“Are you screwing with me?”

“Not at all,” Liam answered as he used his free hand to pull a business card from his shirt pocket and set it on the table between them. “He’s searching for a new head of security, and I need you to fill the spot.”

In spite of the surreal circumstances, Mark still made an attempt to bring a bit of reason to the situation. “Why would he hire me? In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not exactly star quality with a shining reputation at the moment.”

“He’ll hire you,” Liam said without hesitation. “I have a man already in place to ensure it.”

Mark scrubbed his hand over his eyes. “Why am I doing this?”

Kylie was the one to answer. “We came to you because Liam knows you’re a good man and Wade Collins needs a good man in his corner. As you pointed out, we’re not where you would expect, and there are more people out there like us.” She motioned toward the business card on the table between them. “This man is an amazing person with a beautiful soul. Something horrible and unjust is going to happen to him if we can’t find a way to help him.”

The officer inside Mark reared its head. Even if he never worked another day on the force, the strong sense of justice that drove him in his career choice would never leave him, and Liam knew it. “How can I help?” he asked sounding like a man doomed.

“Just keep him and his family safe until we can find a way to set him free.”

“Do I even want to know what he’s being set free from?”

At his exaggerated defeated tone, Kylie laughed again. This time, he couldn’t stop his reaction to it. “You sound exactly like her when you laugh.”

Kylie drew her brows together in a frown. “Who?”

“Anne,” he explained. “The two of you have the same laugh.”

Kylie glanced away. “I’d forgotten all about that. It’s been so long since I heard her laugh. I still can’t believe I’ll never get the chance to hear it again.”

Mark rubbed at the spot in his chest aching at the mention of Anne’s name. “Could you not go see her? I mean, like you came to see me tonight?”

Kylie stared down at the table and drew circles on it with the tip of her finger as she answered. “When Anne died, she passed into the light. I’m not allowed to go there.”

For a moment, Mark was beyond thankful Liam was holding onto his arm. If he’d not had anything to hold him in place, Mark felt sure he would have flown into a rage. “When did she die?” Mark finally managed to ask past his rapidly swelling throat.

Kylie shot Liam a panicked look before returning her gaze to his. Once again, her brow was drawn into a straight line, and her confusion couldn’t have been more evident. “Um,” she stammered. “I thought she was with you at the time.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Septem told us she passed into the light, and when Liam got there, he said it was too late to save her because the passenger side of your car was engulfed in flames, but he was able to pull you out of the car before it exploded.”

Relief rushed through him. “Anne wasn’t in the car with me. We had a fight, and I was going after her when I was struck by the logging truck on the way.”

“But there was a second person in the car,” Liam said, almost sounding panicked himself. “I saw the body.”

Mark shook his head. “You saw the driver of the truck. He tried climbing into the window on the passenger side of the car and was caught in the blaze. I was trapped, and there was nothing I could do.”

“Wait. Do you mean my sister is still out there somewhere?”

 

Anne

 

With both hands clenched around two of the metal bars of her cage, Anne watched in horror as Septem provocatively danced closer and closer, as if that would be enough to entice her to join him in his perverted sexual activity. Everything about the evil entity repulsed her, but she had agreed to sell herself to him in exchange for her sister, Kylie’s soul, so whatever she had to do to keep the deal, she would.

In hope of distracting him from wanting her again, Anne motioned for him to draw in closer. When he was finally near enough to touch, she reached out and caressed the side of his arm, and whispered, “So what are you?” She tried not glancing toward the empty shell of Pamela’s body, which was lying only a few feet away, but did so anyway out of morbid curiosity. With each passing day, the stench of decay grew more pungent. It was another reminder that Hell wasn’t a nice place to be bound.

Septem leaned in and pressed against the cage in an attempt to rub her in the most inappropriate of ways. He partially succeeded. “Don’t you think you should have asked me that before you agreed to our little arrangement?”

His question made her look down at Pamela’s body again. At one time, the lifeless woman had been a stunning beauty, and would be so again, whenever Septem needed to use her to walk among the normal human population without scaring them off with his black form, seven horns and long cocks. Of course, if anyone really bothered to take a closer look whenever Pamela engaged in conversation with them, any observant person would immediately notice her lifeless eyes. But then most people were too busy and would only see what Septem wanted them to see, Pamela’s sex appeal and alluring, centerfold body.

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