Spiritus, a Paranormal Romance (Spiritus Series, Book #1) (14 page)

“I would come to watch you as you slept, thinking that was when I could get closest to you, but you always sensed that I was near and would awake.” He seemed embarrassed to admit this to me. “Even then, I was still trying to hate you.”

This time I felt a stab of pain when he said that. He had every reason to hate me.

Alastor was becoming stronger again, “Then you nearly drowned and I knew that it was hopeless. I will love you until the end of time and beyond.”

My heart was pounding in reaction to the word “love”. There were so many questions I still wanted to ask him, but only one resounded over and over.

“So what happens now?” I asked.

Alastor moved closer to me the way only a ghost could, not only the vision of him moved, but also the very air of the room shifted with him. I looked into his face, the illusion of the moonlight over the contours of his faultless face, the detail in the faint shadows under his eyes, and his perfect lips parted as if ready to speak.

His eyes locked on my own and they reflected nothing but intensity. I didn’t fear him at the moment, on the contrary, my pulse quickened and a lump rose into my throat.

“May you close your eyes please?” Alastor requested.

I immediately obeyed him, holding my breath.

There was a great shift in the air, a roar and pull like the ocean only silent. Again, came the invisible hands, over my hair and neck. The sensation so real as long as I kept my eyes tightly shut.

And then I felt the tingling sensation over my lips, soft and fragile as the wings of a butterfly, but a kiss none the less.

It was a teasing touch that made me long for more. I wanted to pull him to me. I wanted to lock my fingers in his hair. I wanted—I wanted him, but I knew if I reached for him there would be nothing there.

As my heart pounded in my ears, I felt that dizzy, falling feeling again as the visions returned. I fell back into that other me, the me with the weight of heavy skirts swirling around me. That other me was kissing Alastor in a church somewhere with tall windows, my hands on his chest were able to feel his heartbeat, Alastor kissing me with his naked skin against mine, and his cold lips undermine as he lay dying on the floor.

I felt him fading, his unseen fingers pulling away. I opened my eyes. He was very weak now, no more than a shimmering outline in the dark.

“Alastor?”

“I apologize, my love.” He said with that voice from nowhere.

“For what?”

“That I am unable to kiss you,” he said. “I have missed kissing you very much, but it just wasn’t the same.”

I watched him struggle to remain near me; our kiss had drained him considerably. I wanted him to do it again, but knew it was impossible at the moment.

“Can you tell me about it?” I asked, tentative, afraid he would disappear at any moment.

“What?” He asked.

“About us, about our life together, and about you.”

“Why would you ask about that?”

I looked into his eyes that flickered in the darkness, fading, growing clear, and then fading again.

“I’m at a disadvantage.” I explained, hoping he would understand. “You remember us. You remember me. I don’t.”

He made a noise, almost like a sigh, “I was worried that it would upset you. After all, like you just said, these are my memories not yours.”

“I would like to know.” I confessed.

He nodded, looking at me with a more miserable expression than I had ever seen.

“Very well. I was born in this house in 1848.” He paused and cut his eyes in my direction. I kept my face expressionless so that he would continue. He sighed and went on. “My older brother Atherton, your great-great-great-great-grandfather, and I grew up in these very rooms.”

I gasped. I couldn’t help it. Things just kept getting stranger. Not only was I supposedly his wife reincarnated, but I was also his great-great-great-great-great-niece. It was just too odd for words.

“I suppose that all of this seems like a long time ago, but to me it is the not so distant past.” He was lost in memories for a time before he continued. “It was a nice boyhood of ponies and hunting. Then the war came. Atherton joined the army right away. I was a few years younger, so I joined the homeguard.”

“Is that when we met?”

Alastor paused, a soft smile played over his lips. “No, it was about a year later. I was at the square, ready to enlist when the most beautiful girl I had ever seen walked by me. You were wearing a beautiful blue dress; I remember how it matched your eyes exactly.”

He stopped and glanced over at me again, “I could smell your perfume as you walked past. As crazy as it sounds, I knew then and there that I would marry you one day, even before I knew your name.”

The romance of it all had me blushing, “You hadn’t even spoken to me yet?”

“I was already under your spell. When we finally did meet formally a few days later, my fate was sealed. We only exchanged a few words, but I was ready to shame my family and turn my back on my country to stay near you. You turned those blue eyes on me and I could think of nothing else.”

I tried to picture it, the dashing young soldier and that other me from the visions. I tried to imagine it as really me with him and not some other person. I tried, but failed.

Alastor, on the other hand, recalled it all perfectly. “Perhaps it was the passion of the time, the uncertainty with the war hanging over our heads; we had a rather hurried courtship. We got married and then I joined my regiment.”

It was there that Alastor paused. What I could see of his face became tense and hard.

“War is a horrible thing,” he said with bitterness. “It doesn’t matter which side you’re on, it changes you forever. Many good men died, men I knew all of my life. People speak of heroes and patriots, but do you know the difference? A patriot dies for his country and a hero makes it out alive. A bullet is the only thing that separates the two.”

He met my eyes again, “The war changed me. I was a very different person when I returned home. As far as the things that happened between us when I returned from the war, I think we both did things that we weren’t proud of. I was an adulterous drunkard, and you shot me.”

I was taken aback by the direction our conversation had taken. One minute we were discussing how the two of us met and fell in love, the next we were back to me murdering him again. Should I have expected his wrath at any second?

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, knowing that was ridiculously inadequate for a century old murder.

When I looked at him again he was smiling. It was as if he found all of this very amusing. I also noticed he was becoming more solid.

“You seem to be getting stronger.” I commented to change the subject.

“Does it seem that it is so?” He asked in a lilt from another time.

“Why do you think that is?”

“I do not know.” Alastor admitted as he took his full shape. “I only know that being near you, talking to you like this makes it easier.”

I tried to think of the possibilities when another yawn almost split my head in two.

“You should sleep now.”

“No, I’m fine.” I insisted.

Alastor smiled, “Lie down my darling.”

Reluctantly, I did as he commanded. I slid under the covers and lay back on the pillow.

“Goodnight Alastor.”

“Sleep well my beloved.”

As I watched him vanish into a soft mist that faded away, I knew that he was no ordinary spirit…I knew that he was a dangerous entity that could be in some corner of another realm planning his revenge, but I also knew that I was hopelessly in love with him.

Chapter 8

The bright sunlight shining through the branches of the tree outside my window woke me. I blinked a few times to bring the world into focus. My room, again, seemed perfectly normal. Was last night only a dream?

“Alastor?” I called as I sat up in bed.

“I am here my love.” His voice came at me from the four corners of the room.

Jumping from my bed, I stood and turned in a slow circle. “Where are you?”

A gentle rumble of laughter came from every direction.

“I am never very far away from you.” He said from nowhere while I felt him swirling about me.

Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back. He continued to float around me, lifting strands of my hair.

“I can’t believe this is really happening.” I whispered.

“Believe.”

A knock at my door put an end to his phantom caresses. Reluctantly, I staggered over to my door. I opened it, and there stood my dad, already shaved and dressed with his hair damp and combed neatly back.

“Just checking to make sure that you’re up.” He said. “I have some errands to run and I wanted to get an early start.”

“Oh, okay.” I mumbled, still dazed. Alastor was running invisible fingers up my spine. I tried to sound normal despite the sensations, “Go ahead, I’ll be fine.”

Dad looked a little skeptical, he craned his neck to see past me and into my room, but whatever he saw or didn’t see satisfied him enough he waved and walked down the hall. “Remember to lock the door when you leave.”

I shut my door and leaned back against it, feeling a little drunk. Alastor’s voice whispered in my ear.

“Your father thinks that you have a boy in here or that you are hiding something.”

I glanced around the empty room, “How do you know that?”

“I heard it in his thoughts.”

“You can read minds?” I asked.

“I hear the idea of his thoughts.”

All around me the air began to twist and churn around me again.

“Anyone’s?”

“Yes.”

“Amazing.” I whispered. I paused there against the door, unsure of what to do next.

Part of me wanted to give myself over to him, but I needed to use the bathroom badly, which brought up another concern. If he could read minds, what else could he do?

“Can you
always
see me?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“
Always
?”

A soft echo of laughter, like distant thunder, washed over me.

“I am always a perfect gentleman and give you your privacy when needed.” He finally answered.

“Oh,” I said with an embarrassed blush hot in my cheeks. I crept along the wall to my bathroom door. “Then excuse me for a moment.”

Once inside with the door closed, I clutched at the edge of the sink. I still couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Looking into the mirror, I half expected to see that other version of myself from the visions, but it was only me with overly bright eyes and a tangle of hair. I took a shower and did what I had to do in the bathroom and rushed back out into my bedroom.

As soon as I stepped back out into my bedroom, Alastor surrounded me again. The nearness of him made my heartbeat wildly, pounding in my ears as he moved around me.

I felt him trying to come together around me and caught a fleeting glimpse of him as he twisted and turned in the air. He was exactly the same as the night before.

“Were you here all night?” I asked while turning in a circle. I was trying to pinpoint his exact location.

“Of course, where else would I go?”

I had no idea where ghosts went when they weren’t scaring people half to death. That juicy little tidbit was always left out of the campfire stories.

“Are you always here?” I asked, still trying to place the exact spot where he was, but it seemed the entire room was alive and pulsating with his presence.