Part 1870 – The Ghost And LM

The car backed out of the driveway and drove away. The sound of its engine faded as the car disappeared into the distance.

The wind blew past, rustling leaves in the trees.

A red squirrel ran out of the neighbor’s tree and ran towards Raven’s empty driveway. It stopped halfway there and sat up. It anxiously sniffed the air and twitched its tail.

There was a wrongness in the air.

The squirrel had no word or mental image to attach to it. Just a certainty that there was something wrong in the hard no grass no dirt no water no trees area. It turned tail and ran back to its tree. After all, there was nothing wrong in its tree. The tree was safe. The tree was life.

The wind died down.

The squirrel chittered antagonistically at the wrongness over there. If it could have shaken its tiny fist at the wrongness, it would have.

The wind chimes hanging near the porch steps jangled as if someone had bumped into them. But no one was there.


The house was quiet. No one was in the living room.

No one was in the hall.

No one shouted or ran up or down the stairs.

The upstairs hall was silent and empty as well.

In the first bedroom on the left, the two vampires slept on the bed. Ambrose was all sprawled out as if someone had dropped him there. Robin lay along the foot of the bed.

Neither one was covered up.

Robin mumbled something before crawling over to Ambrose. He managed to do it apparently in his sleep because he didn’t open his eyes even once. He was like a heat-seeking missile and Ambrose was his hot target.

Robin sighed as he curled next to the older vampire. He stretched his arm across Ambrose’s chest.

Ambrose had no objections. Or maybe he was just too out of it to care. He kept sleeping.

It was a sweet and peaceful scene, but LM wasn’t there.

LM was nowhere in the house and the ghost knew it.

The ghost knew where to go.

He floated to the window and walked through it.

He fell slowly, softly to the ground and landed without any impact.

A squirrel in a nearby tree trilled squirrel vulgarities at him. But the ghost ignored the volley of insults.

He knew where he needed to go.

So, he left.


LM sat in Ambrose’s vacated chair. He stared straight ahead at the hospital bed and tried to believe that Jeff wouldn’t beat him up again.

I don’t know.

I don’t know if I can trust him. He was so angry at me. And I didn’t even do anything.

What would he do if I did something wrong?

Would he snap my wings off?


Maybe he’d find a way to do something even worse.

Jeff looked over at him and smiled slightly. “I’m not going to kill you.”

LM startled. “Are you a mind reader?”

“No.” He chuckled. “You’re just being very obvious. I am sorry. I shouldn’t have lost control like that. I could make excuses for myself. I have at least two or three good ones. But I overreacted and that was wrong of me. So, I’m sorry.”

LM considered his apology and he realized he had no idea how to respond to it. “No one’s ever apologized to me before.”

“Then, you’re lucky. No one’s done anything to you to merit an apology.”

LM rubbed his knees and hunched his shoulders.

The vampire punched him again and again.

Hands grabbed his wings and pulled and tugged.

“Turn into me!”

“Turn into me!”

“Turn into me!”

“Are you stupid or something?”

“Come on, fey!”

“Turn into him!”

“Turn into her!”

“Turn into me!” 

The vampire pushed him into the hole. “Think about what you’ve done.” He placed the heavy tarp over the hole and all was darkness.

LM shook his head. “No one’s ever apologized to me.”

Jeff’s expression softened as he understood. He patted the half-fey on the head.

LM blinked quickly.

“Some people never learned good manners.”


Capernaum smiled as LM rose from his seat and stood next to Jeff.

“My dear friend.”

I’ll stay around for as long as you need me. I will know when the time is right for me to leave.

He watched Jeff talk to him.

His smile grew.

I feel like I could leave now, but no. The time is not right.


LM caught sight of some movement just on the edge of his peripheral. He looked towards the door.

Just as Capernaum disappeared.

LM’s wings rustled as they tried to flap.

“My dear friend.”

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