The Split

Chapter 11

They both sat in silence for a long time, just smoking and drinking whiskey with coffee.
"Olivia ?" levi had whispered her full name, something that wasn't common.
'Leviathan?'
"Are we okay?"
'Never question that. Nothing is going to tear us apart. Not again. Never ever.'
"But..."
'How long have we been best friends?'
"Almost 20 years.."
'So something like this, where nobody's feelings were hurt and nothing spiteful was done on purpose, that wouldn't wreck almost two decades.'
"I just.." levi put her cup down and sighed a huge breath caught in her chest; "i can't lose you. It would kill me"
Livy held her hand tightly, a tear coming down her face, she knew it wouldn't kill her but the bond was so strong, who knows...it might.
'I'm not going anywhere.'

-two nights later-

Zak had been feeling off lately, his mood was loner and didn't want company of any kind. He locked his place down. Turning off his phone meant he wanted peace, something he never did. If this was from a spirit then it was about to get it's ass kicked the hell out, attachments were one thing, but to affect his personality without provocation was crossing the line. He used sage to cleanse his home, only thing that happened was Gracie having a sneezing fit. He said prayers, and nothing came from it. He had a voice recorder session as a last result to get answers, he had moments of being a loner but this wasn't one of them.
He demanded answers.
"If there is a spirit here, speak now."
Part of him felt ridiculous but over thousands of times he did for a living, already knew he had attachments at home so maybe they would speak out.
"Are you affecting me because I disrespected your resting place?"
Nothing.
"Why am I feeling like this? Is this your doing?"
Silence.
"Who am I thinking about right now?"
Again silence.

After an hour, he decided to go down to his dungeon and review audio. He knew it was a long shot, maybe he was on his male period. But for him to actually cut off his phone, lock his place down and shut off all electronic communication, this was something deeper. That and the dreams.
Damn those dreams.
Zak shook his head violently and went back to setting up his computer to hear all the audio he may or may have not captured.
It had been 2 days.
No call from her.
No text.
No email.

Where was she?
'Get a hold of yourself Bagans' scrubbing his face with his hands, he set himself to the task at hand. Finally seeing, wait scratch that, hearing what may be affecting his mood.
'If there is a spirit here, speak now.'
Nothing.
'Are you affecting me because I disrespected your resting place?'
Five minutes of nothing but background notice; cars and construction.
He had begun to give up hope, maybe it was some sort of chemical imbalance in his system, something a good detox would correct.
'Who am I thinking of right now?'
"Levithan"
Holy shit.

All the questions of how and why faded with that response. What had she done to him? The dreams. All of them about her. But how did he know that she wasn't projecting herself into his  sleep. She was a grey witch. Her phrasing, not his. She knew the dark world but also the afterlife of light. Did she cast a spell on him? They spent one night together, yes it was one for the record books but he had been with more than his fair share of women, why was she so predominant in his mind? Both her and Olivia  had lingered. Olivia  was different though, she was his girlfriend within a month of dating, which lasted years. Levi was just one night. One night and now his mood was affected because he couldn't stop thinking about her, seeing her in his dreams. Feeling her in his bed when he slept, her scent was still on on his pillow.

Great.
Now he was pining for her.
Pathetic.