Heartless

Chapter 2

I walked the grounds as I do usually looking at all the headstones of the people that have passed on the the next life. At least they have a next life, I'm stuck here for almost eternity since i'm already dead. That the thing about ghoul's, we don't really age. Like I said before there are many types of ghouls.

The original ghoul usually feeds on the flesh of the dead and living.

The fear ghoul where they feed off of people's fears.

The memory ghoul where you feed of the memories of the living about the dead.

Those are you main three ghouls. There are branches of them, but they stick to those three. Like me for example I'm a number 3, but I also absorb souls and take their form. Yeah, I'm kind of special for a ghoul.

"Ma'am." Crypt says and I can feel him behind me.

"Yes." It's hard to keep the disdain out of my voice.

"All of my duties have been finished and everyone is meeting up at the pub tonight if you want to come." He says and I can hear the hope in his tone.

"Maybe, just go on without me." I can feel his hand wanting to touch my shoulder but his presence disappears before I had a chance to turn around. It hurts whether he stays or leaves.

I stand there all alone looking at the grave of my mother. I would miss her if I could feel. So I decide to head down to Ye Ole Calderon instead. "Hello Morgan." Mira the host smiles at me.

"I'm going to the bar." I tell her as I walk past her to the bar. A blonde bartender is talking to my workers when she sees me.

"Morgan, good to see you." She hands me my favorite beer.

"Sophie my favorite Oracle." I whisper to her. Sophie Van Holt is the only Oracle I know, and she is also one hell of a bar tender.

"Well it's good to see you, and I have a gift for you." She hands me a letter with no name on it.

"What is it? Who is this for?" I ask confused.

"It's for you and it's from me." She tells me. It has taken her six years for her to finally give this to me. Alright, I guess it's time to open it.

I open the letter carefully and read its contents with an open mind

Dear Morgan Mortian,

This letter holds your future that you seek.

To find the thief you must follow him to hell,

but you must bring another just like him to guide you,

only then will you get your heart back.

But be warned to never be faint of heart,

for the one closest to you may be the one deceiving you.

Your favorite Oracle.

As I finish the letter I think over the words. So the one like him is Crypt, but what about the warning. Who is the one closest to me? I look over at Crypt. I guess I'll find out when the time comes.

"Miss Martian?" David asks nervously.

"Yes?" I take swig on my beer before looking at him.

"You okay?" He asks concerned.

I laugh, but it is hollow, "What did I tell you about questions?"

"But we aren't at work." He counters.

"It doesn't matter. You just don't do it." I tell him with no emotion.

"Be easy on him." Judas chuckles. I glare him and he knows to back off, "David come on she wants to be alone." They walk away to the rest of the workers.

"You know that you have to accept your fate at some point right?" Sophie tells me.

"I will, thanks for the letter. See yeah." I say as I leave so I can have peace and quiet. I walked back to the cemetery in complete silence. Am I ready to put all my faith in Crypt?

"Ma'am!" I hear his voice calls for me. Why does it pain me to be around him?

"Yes?" I look at his black hair as he comes toward me.

"When it is time, I will be here for you." He looks at me with his soulless black eyes.

If I had a heart it would be beating fast but I don't so all I feel is the pain of loss. "Thank you." My tone was a lot harsher than I wanted but that was the best I could do. With that I left him standing there as I enter my office where my bed is. I lay down and think of all that has happened to me and fall asleep. I hate being Heartless.