First Thirst (Craving 1)

“Ah shit, really?” she said, which made me chuckle. “Is this some trick to scare me?”

“Nae then, nae tricks,” I answered.

She frowned. “What then? Are you the ghost I was told about?”

“Listen to me, lass, ye best go home and far away from here,” I told her.

I couldna survive another tragedy and the thought that Allora could destroy this innocent would be now the worst thing that could happen, and it would be because I selfishly brought her here.

I can be content with m’lot. Why not? I am accepted in our community, even though they know what I am. I can speak their language, though it took some months and effort to accomplish that. I have had female companionship from time to time, m’lot is nae awful.

Many of this race are quite exceptionally beautiful. Their delightful almond shaped eyes are a lovely part of their features. The race accepts one another whether dark, white, or gold as all the same. Indeed, I would rather stay here where I dinnae really belong, here with m’Trinity people, rather than cause the lass harm.

Bobbie Skye moved closer to the shield and whispered, “Where are you?”

I have never felt before, not even with m’darlin’ sweet Sarah, this degree of desire. What is wrong with me?

Bloody hell, she licked her cherry lips and a surge of red hot blood flowed through m’brain and made me put m’hands on the shield again and shout, “Go home, lass. This is nae the place for ye.”

She stared and calmly asked, “Why?”

Jeremy had said she wouldna be able to break through his shielding spell, but she was the granddaughter of a most potent immortal witch and while she couldna see me, she could hear me.

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“Okay, ghost, if you need something from me, you’ll have to speak up. Where are you?” she said unafraid, only concerned.

I dinnae answer. This wasnae working.

I watched as she pulled a face and spoke to herself, “Not imagining this.” Her eyes narrowed, “Does Mrs. Tunny want me to leave so badly that she would try and scare me?”

She came right up to the wall and stared right at me.

Could she see me?

“Okay, ghosty, or whoever is trying to scare me, know this—I don’t scare off easily.” She waited and as I dinnae make another sound, she narrowed her eyes.

“What the hell is going on here?” she asked no one in particular.

I had to speak to Jeremy. He had to send her home.

~ Four ~

Bobbie:

I DON’T SCARE EASY. I never have. The worst thing that could happen…already did when I lost my parents. With all the magic between my mother and myself, we were unable to stop fate from exploding our world.

I am also a realist, well, within the borders of my magical world. So, first thing I told myself was that I had not imagined that faraway voice in my room.

Second thing I knew was that I had to get answers to my questions.

In a wayward moment, I gave in to my Shama and transported myself to the Great Hall, and realized that had not been a wise thing to do. Either, or both, Davis or Mrs. Tunny might have caught me suddenly appearing. I would have to be more careful.

As both Davis and Mrs. Tunny weren’t anywhere to be seen, I wondered briefly where they were and what they did during the day. I headed down the long wide hallway to a set of double doors and opened one of the doors and walked into a huge room. I sighed with relief and satisfaction that I had found the right door. Judging by all the books, I was certainly in the library.

My first reaction was joy. Pure and simple joy. Why? Because of the books and more books on shelves and shelves everywhere I looked. I love books.

This room was for me nirvana and sent me into a state of ecstasy, which made me forget ghosts and magic.