Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Blood, Sex and Magik ❯ Chapter 25
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: shanejayell 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.13.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.13.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Blood, Sex and Magik
“So, you can’t rent out the apartment because...?” Jess Drake blinked, the thin, slightly rangy looking woman leaning forward as she studied her companion closely. Dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans she looked tough, especially with the black leather jacket that she wore.
“It’s haunted,” the young woman said uncomfortably, her red hair flowing over her shoulders and green eyes worried.
“I’m no ghostbuster, Miss...?” Jess looked at the woman pointedly.
“Chris,” she said reluctantly, her little black dress clinging to her graceful form.
Almost casually Jess made note of her braless breasts that were pushing against the fabric, a thin waist and long, smooth legs. Add in the face of a fallen angel and you had a very attractive looking package. Of course, this was just the sort of package Jess had learned to be wary of from bitter experience.
“This isn’t something I’m qualified to deal with,” Jess said as she finished her drink, then waved to a server for another.
“Here you go,” Circe dropped off their drinks then the blonde hurried off to serve someone else in the busy bar.
“Thank you,” Chris smiled then looked at Jess. “You may not be qualified, but the stories I’ve heard say you’ve had experience with similar things,” she said.
“Maybe,” Jess frowned, clearly displeased that the other woman knew this. “From whom did you hear this?”
“Hunter, actually,” Chris smiled slightly.
‘Of course,’ Jess thought, ‘it would be her.’ Taking a deep breath she said, “What kind of haunting, exactly?”
“It’s randomly throwing things around, breaking objects, that sort of thing,” Chris sighed. “I can’t even try to sell it to someone else, the ghost just scares them off.”
Jess weighed her reluctance against the nudging of her conscience and sighed. ‘Damn it,’ she thought to herself glumly. “All right, I’ll help,” she conceded, “when and where?”
“Thank you so much,” Chris reached across the table to squeeze Jess’ hands as she asked, “tonight, maybe?”
‘In for a penny, in fort a pound’ Jess mentally sighed. “Sure, just give me the address,” she said, carefully pulling her hands free.
Chris wrote out the address, passing over the piece of paper as she sighed happily, “This is a load of my mind.”
“I’m not promising I’ll solve this,” Jess cautioned.
Chris smiled slightly as she answered breathlessly, “Just knowing that I have help makes me feel better.”
Jess smiled back a bit, “Then I’m glad.”
Later that evening and after a stop at her home for a change of clothes and a cold shower Jess arrived at the older house in a nice neighborhood. The building didn’t stand out from it’s sisters, the three story house with cheery windows looking out onto the street, but there was a unusual feel around it.
“Thanks for coming,” Chris said as she answered Jess’s knock on the old fashioned wooden front door. The robe she wore hugged her slim body, low enough that the rosy swell of her breasts was visible, and it was equally obvious to Jess’ trained eye that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.
“Right,” Jess said just a bit warily as she walked in the entrance way. She shrugged off her leather jacket to reveal a comfortable black tank top, her jeans black and tight as well. It gave her a dangerous look, especially with the lack of any makeup or jewelry.
“Sorry,” Chris gestured to her unclothed state as they walked past the kitchen door to the living room, “I just had to get a shower.”
Jess raised a eyebrow but decided not to argue. “So,” she asked curiously, “what do you know about the history of the house?”
“Not much,” Chris admitted as she sat on the couch, her robe sliding up to her thighs, “I bought it two years ago after I had a inspector go over it.”
“I did a search online about the property,” Jess said as she did her best to ignore Chris’ near nudity, though it was a effort to do so, “there was a girl’s dorm here back around the turn of the century.”
“I take it something bad happened?” Chris asked, crossing her legs gracefully.
Jess gulped softly. “Yes,” she managed to get out past a suddenly tight throat, “apparently there was a fire and several people were killed.”
“Guess I should have done my research,” Chris sighed, her full breasts bobbing against her wool robe.
“You mind showing me the room?” Jess asked, deciding it was probably safer to go deal with a ghost than Chris.
“Of course,” Chris said as she smoothly rose, “follow me.”
Hips swaying gently Chris led her through the lower rooms, past a finely decorated den and a nice kitchen to the stairs. Jess fought back a gulp as Chris walked up the stairs, her robe swirling to reveal glimpses of her shapely legs.
‘Keep your mind on business,’ Jess reminded herself firmly. As they reached the second floor. Her eyes narrowed as she felt a crackle of something very like electricity in the air, a feeling she had long associated with the presence of the supernatural.
“I always get a chill up here,” Chris confessed mildly.
“Which room have you seen things happening?” Jess asked, trying to get a feel for where the forces were the strongest. The crackling sensation was strongest up the hall, she noted, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.
“There,” Chris pointed to the room at the end of the hall.
‘Bingo.’ Jess thought with some satisfaction. Jess started down the hall, Chris following a bit nervously behind her.
Chris opened the door but simply stepped aside for Jess. “Do you mind if I just leave you to it?” she asked. A weak smile, “This room creeps me out now.”
Jess gave her a searching look, but just saw fear and nervousness in her eyes. “Of course,” she agreed, “I’ll come back down when I’m done.”
“Thank you,” Chris sighed her relief, “and good luck.”
Jess closed the door behind her then looked around at the deceptively simple bedroom. Like most guest bedrooms it had a beside dresser, a empty closet, several stylish lamps and a bed, in this case covered by a pink bedspread. The lamps provided plenty of light, but there was still a odd, almost sinister feel to the room.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” Jess murmured as she walked in, her eyes sweeping the corners warily.
There was a faint scent of flowers in the air, and what almost felt like a breeze rushing by Jess’ cheek. A empty ashtray rattled suddenly, the noice loud in the near silence, then it suddenly shot across the room!
“Shit,” Jess cursed as she leapt back, the ashtray nearly striking her.
There was a shimmer in midair, a ripple like the haze off a hot road, then she appeared. Insubstantial, almost mist like yet clearly a young woman, and ALSO clearly angry about something. She gestured again and this time a lamp crashed to the wall, sparks flying.
With a focusing of will Jess summoned her energies, enough to block any flying fragments. “Damn it,” she muttered as the girl seemed to wind up to break something else.
“Would someone please LISTEN to me?” the ghostly girl cried out in anguish.
“I would have an easier time listening,” Jess shot back, “if you’d stop throwing things!”
“You can hear me?” the ghost girl looked at her in shock.
“Of course,” Jess said, even though she was a bit surprised she could do it too.
To be continued....
“So, you can’t rent out the apartment because...?” Jess Drake blinked, the thin, slightly rangy looking woman leaning forward as she studied her companion closely. Dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans she looked tough, especially with the black leather jacket that she wore.
“It’s haunted,” the young woman said uncomfortably, her red hair flowing over her shoulders and green eyes worried.
“I’m no ghostbuster, Miss...?” Jess looked at the woman pointedly.
“Chris,” she said reluctantly, her little black dress clinging to her graceful form.
Almost casually Jess made note of her braless breasts that were pushing against the fabric, a thin waist and long, smooth legs. Add in the face of a fallen angel and you had a very attractive looking package. Of course, this was just the sort of package Jess had learned to be wary of from bitter experience.
“This isn’t something I’m qualified to deal with,” Jess said as she finished her drink, then waved to a server for another.
“Here you go,” Circe dropped off their drinks then the blonde hurried off to serve someone else in the busy bar.
“Thank you,” Chris smiled then looked at Jess. “You may not be qualified, but the stories I’ve heard say you’ve had experience with similar things,” she said.
“Maybe,” Jess frowned, clearly displeased that the other woman knew this. “From whom did you hear this?”
“Hunter, actually,” Chris smiled slightly.
‘Of course,’ Jess thought, ‘it would be her.’ Taking a deep breath she said, “What kind of haunting, exactly?”
“It’s randomly throwing things around, breaking objects, that sort of thing,” Chris sighed. “I can’t even try to sell it to someone else, the ghost just scares them off.”
Jess weighed her reluctance against the nudging of her conscience and sighed. ‘Damn it,’ she thought to herself glumly. “All right, I’ll help,” she conceded, “when and where?”
“Thank you so much,” Chris reached across the table to squeeze Jess’ hands as she asked, “tonight, maybe?”
‘In for a penny, in fort a pound’ Jess mentally sighed. “Sure, just give me the address,” she said, carefully pulling her hands free.
Chris wrote out the address, passing over the piece of paper as she sighed happily, “This is a load of my mind.”
“I’m not promising I’ll solve this,” Jess cautioned.
Chris smiled slightly as she answered breathlessly, “Just knowing that I have help makes me feel better.”
Jess smiled back a bit, “Then I’m glad.”
Later that evening and after a stop at her home for a change of clothes and a cold shower Jess arrived at the older house in a nice neighborhood. The building didn’t stand out from it’s sisters, the three story house with cheery windows looking out onto the street, but there was a unusual feel around it.
“Thanks for coming,” Chris said as she answered Jess’s knock on the old fashioned wooden front door. The robe she wore hugged her slim body, low enough that the rosy swell of her breasts was visible, and it was equally obvious to Jess’ trained eye that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.
“Right,” Jess said just a bit warily as she walked in the entrance way. She shrugged off her leather jacket to reveal a comfortable black tank top, her jeans black and tight as well. It gave her a dangerous look, especially with the lack of any makeup or jewelry.
“Sorry,” Chris gestured to her unclothed state as they walked past the kitchen door to the living room, “I just had to get a shower.”
Jess raised a eyebrow but decided not to argue. “So,” she asked curiously, “what do you know about the history of the house?”
“Not much,” Chris admitted as she sat on the couch, her robe sliding up to her thighs, “I bought it two years ago after I had a inspector go over it.”
“I did a search online about the property,” Jess said as she did her best to ignore Chris’ near nudity, though it was a effort to do so, “there was a girl’s dorm here back around the turn of the century.”
“I take it something bad happened?” Chris asked, crossing her legs gracefully.
Jess gulped softly. “Yes,” she managed to get out past a suddenly tight throat, “apparently there was a fire and several people were killed.”
“Guess I should have done my research,” Chris sighed, her full breasts bobbing against her wool robe.
“You mind showing me the room?” Jess asked, deciding it was probably safer to go deal with a ghost than Chris.
“Of course,” Chris said as she smoothly rose, “follow me.”
Hips swaying gently Chris led her through the lower rooms, past a finely decorated den and a nice kitchen to the stairs. Jess fought back a gulp as Chris walked up the stairs, her robe swirling to reveal glimpses of her shapely legs.
‘Keep your mind on business,’ Jess reminded herself firmly. As they reached the second floor. Her eyes narrowed as she felt a crackle of something very like electricity in the air, a feeling she had long associated with the presence of the supernatural.
“I always get a chill up here,” Chris confessed mildly.
“Which room have you seen things happening?” Jess asked, trying to get a feel for where the forces were the strongest. The crackling sensation was strongest up the hall, she noted, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.
“There,” Chris pointed to the room at the end of the hall.
‘Bingo.’ Jess thought with some satisfaction. Jess started down the hall, Chris following a bit nervously behind her.
Chris opened the door but simply stepped aside for Jess. “Do you mind if I just leave you to it?” she asked. A weak smile, “This room creeps me out now.”
Jess gave her a searching look, but just saw fear and nervousness in her eyes. “Of course,” she agreed, “I’ll come back down when I’m done.”
“Thank you,” Chris sighed her relief, “and good luck.”
Jess closed the door behind her then looked around at the deceptively simple bedroom. Like most guest bedrooms it had a beside dresser, a empty closet, several stylish lamps and a bed, in this case covered by a pink bedspread. The lamps provided plenty of light, but there was still a odd, almost sinister feel to the room.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” Jess murmured as she walked in, her eyes sweeping the corners warily.
There was a faint scent of flowers in the air, and what almost felt like a breeze rushing by Jess’ cheek. A empty ashtray rattled suddenly, the noice loud in the near silence, then it suddenly shot across the room!
“Shit,” Jess cursed as she leapt back, the ashtray nearly striking her.
There was a shimmer in midair, a ripple like the haze off a hot road, then she appeared. Insubstantial, almost mist like yet clearly a young woman, and ALSO clearly angry about something. She gestured again and this time a lamp crashed to the wall, sparks flying.
With a focusing of will Jess summoned her energies, enough to block any flying fragments. “Damn it,” she muttered as the girl seemed to wind up to break something else.
“Would someone please LISTEN to me?” the ghostly girl cried out in anguish.
“I would have an easier time listening,” Jess shot back, “if you’d stop throwing things!”
“You can hear me?” the ghost girl looked at her in shock.
“Of course,” Jess said, even though she was a bit surprised she could do it too.
To be continued....