Beyond the Veil

Chapter 8

He blinked at me dubiously, blatantly not believing a word I just said, I had to admire him though he wasn’t freaking out like he had when we first met. I guess destroying a brain dead demon together could count as bonding…

“So you’re telling me that that thing was a demon?” His tone flat and unbelieving.

Resisting the urge to shock him, I can do that when the surrounding electromagnetic field is strong enough, I took a deep breath, “Yes, that was a demon.”

He threw his hands up in the air and fell back on the couch, “I have finally gone insane, I’m talking to a ghost,” He gave me a pointed glare, “Fighting demons, and spilling good coffee all over the floor.” He relaxed into the cushions and closed his eyes, “And why are you here again?” He asked his voice soft.

“Because, when humans are sensitive to us-“

“Us?” He interrupted, not opening his eyes, and therefore not witnessing the glare I threw in his direction. “Yes, Us. The spirits of the dead. Now, as I was saying, when people are sensitive to us there are two general outcomes. One, there is no change in the person and two, they go insane.”

He muttered, “Guess I know which outcome I’m part of.” He opened his eyes, “Did you follow me home to check on me?”

I frowned, “What if I did?”

He returned my frown with one of his own, “Well how do I get rid of you?”

“Take me back to my home.”

He scowled, “The house from earlier? I can’t, forensic is in there lifting fingerprints and other evidence to convict Ryswick.”

“You are a detective are you not?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated, “I’m not with forensics and they get very testy when someone touches their turf.”

I folded my arms over my chest, “Then I guess you’re stuck with me for now.”

He eyes me coldly, but didn’t say a word, just walked back and slammed the door to his bedroom shut. I sat down on the couch, letting the feeling of the EM, electromagnetic field wash over me. It was the strongest I had ever felt.

Maybe there’s a ley line nearby…That would certainly explain some of the extra juice that came from this field.

The door slammed back open and he came back out, a fierce expression on his face as he dumped a stack of blankets and pillows on the couch, “What’s your name anyway?”

“Lacy, what’s this for?” I gestured to the stack of bedding.

“Lacy, that’s nice,” He mumbled distractedly, “I’m Alphonse. You sleep don’t you?”

“No, I’m kind of taking the big Dirt Nap if you catch my drift.” I replied blandly, keeping a laugh contained, what kind of name was Alphonse for such a giant?

When I picture a guy named Alphonse…well let me just say it’s nothing like what he looks like.

He growled something under his breath, and stalked away, calling over his shoulder just before he went into his bedroom, “Use it for something then, just don’t bother me while I sleep, no haunting or whatever it is you do.”

I saluted him mockingly, laughing softly when his scowl deepened and he slammed the door shut again. If it wasn’t for the seriousness of his expression, and the situation, it might have been fun to haunt him for a while.