You're Mine

Chapter Twelve- The Ghost

                Abby didn’t know exactly how she felt. She knew she was dead- that much was obvious. She just didn’t know why. Why she had died. Why Ashlynn’s friend couldn’t have saved her. Why she was still on earth even after she bled to death in her own kitchen.

                She stared down at her body. It was so cold, so lifeless. So unlike Abby herself. She didn’t remember the reason she stabbed herself. All she knew was that it hadn’t been her choice.

                Abby turned away, too horrified to stare at her body for another second. She closed her eyes, dreaming she was at home in her bed instead of here in this horrible morgue.  

                She felt something. Something like a gust of wind around her. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was back in her own house, lying down on her soft mattress. She thought for a second that everything that happened had just been a dream. That she was alive again, waking up from a horrible nightmare. But as soon as she glanced in the mirror across from her bed and saw nothing, she knew what she was. A ghost.

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                There was nothing Tyler hated more than waking up to the sight of a ghost. The really confused-looking ghosts were the worst, too.

                He groaned and covered his head with a pillow.

                “Go away!” he growled, his words muffled.

                “You can see me?” she asked, completely baffled.

                Tyler briefly considered pretending to be asleep, but he knew it would be useless. Tyler was part Seer. A Seer was just what it sounded like- someone who saw and communicated with the dead. Whenever someone died in the area and became a ghost, they would be sent straight to him as soon as they figured out what they were. It was his job to help the ghosts find what their purpose as a ghost was so that they could move on to their afterlives.

                Ironically enough, Tyler’s father had been an Incubus. Incubi were similar to vampires, except their life force was not gained through blood-drinking, but through sexual intercourse with a woman. Tyler literally needed sex to stay alive, but every time  he slept with a human woman, he would steal her life force and she would die. Then, of course, she’d become a ghost and he’s have to deal with a very angry female.

                He desperately hoped this girl was not one of his victims or else he wouldn’t be getting sleep for the rest of the night.

                “Please, if you can hear me, tell me,” the girl went on. “I need your help. I don’t know how I got in this room but I don’t think it was a coincidence. I think someone got me to kill myself and I don’t know what is going to happen to Ashlynn. She’s all alone now-“

                Tyler shot up, throwing his covers aside.

                “Ashlynn? What about Ashlynn?”

                The girl looked beyond startled by his explosion. She was dirty blonde with round, blue eyes. The horror and pain in her eyes effected Tyler in a way that most ghosts couldn’t. She had an innocent quality about her that made her pain seem more devastating.

                “You’re Ashlynn’s sister, aren’t you?” he asked carefully.

                The girl’s eyes brightened. “You know Ash?”