Just as a side note, my Christa Sims story, along with my other short stories I post, are in very raw forms. They are unedited (besides me looking over them several times before posting) and strictly for fun. A couple of times I think after publishing one on my blog, “Oh. I should have added more details there, or maybe changed that to this.” But that is the point of writing my blog stories. I get practice at writing impulsively. It’s kind fun too. I’m always surprised at what comes out of my head when I sit down in front of the computer to write. How knows? Maybe I’ll do a Christa Sims spin-off as a “real” novel one day.
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“I can’t go down there.” Adam looked afraid. I wasn’t sure if I blamed him, but we had to get Rita back. Adam shook his head. “You haven’t heard the thoughts of demons.” He shuddered. “They are evil and …demented. Chris you can’t make me. I…just…can’t. There’s not enough alcohol in the world to make me.”
I just stared at him. He was serious. I released a heavy sigh. “Ok. You don’t have to.” I turned toward the pool.
“Wait!” Adam reached out and took my arm. “You can’t go alone.”
“Then who is going with me?” I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes at him.
Adam and I looked toward the voice. Seth was walking across the park in our direction. It has been years since I last seen him. The dark circles under his eyes, from the lake of sleep, did nothing to take away from his looks. He was still very handsome. His dark brown hair was tousled like he ran his hands through his hair, repeatedly. His caramel brown eyes were glassed over and carried a deep sadness that I knew all too well. It was the feeling of loss and fear of the unknown.
Before I could protest he held his hand up to stop me. “She is my daughter. I don’t care if I had to fight Death himself. I’m going to get her back.”
How am I supposed to argue with that?
I didn’t have to ask him if he was sure. The look in his eyes told me there was no talking him out of going. Plus I sure in hell didn’t want to go down there alone. “Ok. Let’s get this over with.” I said and walked to the edge of the pool.
I admit I was scared. I had only been to the other side once. It was with my mother, and I was five. I didn’t know why she had to go, but she told me she had a very important job to do. I remember how beautiful it was in Ambrosia.
Seth came up beside me and took my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. It startled me at first. I turned my head to look at him. Suddenly I realized how handsome he was. I mean I knew he was handsome, but something was different. His caramel brown eyes had flacks of gold in them. That was probably what gave them their caramel coloring with the backdrop of a deeper chocolate brown. A girl could really get lost in those eyes.
I had to force myself to look away. Focus on the case and not your hormones. I told myself. We had a baby girl to bring home.
I took one last look at Adam. He shook his head. “Please be careful.”
I smiled. “Love you too, Adam.”
“Ready?” Seth asked and I nodded.
Seth and I stepped into the pool with our hands still linked. Damn the water was ice cold. It took my breath away. “There’s only one way to get there.” Seth said.
I gave him a duh look. “Yep,” was all I said. I knew what he meant. We were going to have to drive to the bottom of the pool. The water was freezing. Did I mention that already?
On the count of three we dove into the water. There was a small portal at the bottom of the deep end of the pool. It was not big enough for both of us to pass through at the same time. We would have to go one at a time. Seth let go of my hand and urged me to go first. I shook my head no. He shook his yes and pointed to the portal. As if I was a child. I let it go figuring it was the father in him. I let him win this time, but he better not make it a habit.
The other side was not what I was expecting. I emerged in a small lake surrounded by beautiful trees, grass and wildflowers that were in full bloom. I bet you anything that it always looked like this. On the other side of the lake was a small waterfall. I pulled myself up on to the bank and sat down with legs dangly in the water.
A few seconds later Seth broke through the water in front of me. I giggled and slapped my hand over my mouth. Seth was wearing a white t-shirt. It clanged to him showing off his well sculptured chest. But what got a giggle out of me was my warped sense of humor. The first thing I thought of when he emerged from the water was wet t-shirt contest, for men.
It made me glad I wore black.
Seth rose up out of the water in front of me. He looked at me and for a moment, very brief moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. I let out a sigh when he sat down beside me. I should really find a friend, with benefits. The lack of sex was really starting to wear on me.
Desperate to end the silence and the crazy voices in the head I asked, “I thought this lead to Cimmeria?”
“It does, and we are here.” Seth stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled me to a stand.
“I guess I was expecting it to be darker.”
“It is, in spirit.” Seth started to walk towards a path that lead into the forest. He paused just before the entering the forest. “Be very careful. These aren’t normal demons. They’re Cimmerians. A much darker cousin.”
Oh, that was so wonderful to know. He started walking again and I had to speed walk to catch up with him. “Where are you going?”
“To get my daughter back.”
Duh. “I mean now. You act like you know where to go.”
He stopped but didn’t turn around. “I know where we can get help.”
“How is that, Seth?” I was starting to get the impression that he knew a little too much about this realm.
“I have friends here.” He started walking again.
He has friends here. I kept repeating it over and over in my mind. Seth Michaels was not being completely truthful to me. I knew it. Hell I felt it in my fibers. There was something he was hiding. I filed that away in my pending folder to research later. You couldn’t hide things from a PI for long. I was going to find out his secret even if it kills me.
“So is this friend of yours friendly?” I asked wishing he would slow down. My legs weren’t as long as his.
I mouthed his answer sarcastically with an eye roll behind his back. Childish? Yeah, but I don’t care. The man was frustrating with his cryptic talk. “What the hell does that mean?” I don’t understand how I can be turned on by this man one minute and peeved at him the next. It just don’t make since.
“It means she is temperamental.” He stopped and turned to face me. I put on the breaks, hard. I almost ran right into him. “Please, be polite and nice.”
“I’m not Adam.” I said with an eye roll. Who was he telling to be polite? I’m always polite, aren’t I?
I just shut my mouth and followed him to a small cottage deep in the woods. It was a cute stone cottage with a roof that looked like it was made of straw. There were multicolored roses lined up against the cottage exterior walls on both sides of the front door.
“This is nice.” I whispered.
Seth knocked lightly on the door. The door opened to a blond hair woman no bigger than a twelve year old girl. I knew she was much older than that. I could just tell. I don’t understand why I knew the approximate age of other magical being, but I did. And she was at least a hundred, maybe 125.
The woman wore a white blouse and dark blue jeans. Her skin was the color of honey and eyes were dark brown, almost black. She smiled at Seth and pulled him down to place a kiss on his cheek. “This is quite a surprise.”
“I am sorry for intruding on you like this. Sin, this is Christa. A friend of mine.” Seth introduced me.
I held out my hand to her. She looked at it and turned around to walk further into the house. Seth grabbed my hand and whispered, “Don’t take it personal. She doesn’t like to touch people she doesn’t know.”
“I know why you have come, Seth.” She said after sitting down on the sofa. “I am sorry, but I cannot help you.”
Sorry, I didn’t get the second Chapter of Christa Sims posted. I have half of it written, but not all. I have been working on ‘It’s a Visual Thing’ (that the name of the first Divinities book) this weekend. My rewrite has become a bigger job than I first thought. I’m hard press on my goal though. Although I may extend it out to the 22nd to have it ready for editing. I want to get this published. But I will not rush. Perfection takes time Have a great week!
Writers block has finally lifted and the ideas are once again flowing onto the pages. I am really liking the new direction. I also found a solid way for the new to flow with the old. A character I thought about removing and bring in later will stay. I feel she is important to the story line. I am hoping to have the rough draft completed by the 15th. Providing I have enough alone time. I can’t write with people in the room. I feel they are reading over my shoulder (even though I knew they are not) and it’s disturbing.
I will also be adding the new chapter for Christa Sims (the blog story) this weekend. This story is great practice for me because I can’t go back and change the first chapters. lol. It forces me to stick to the original plan and go with the flow. Happy reading!
“I have a job for you.”
I cringed inside at the sound of my cousin’s voice drift into the room, followed by his body. The last time he said he had a job for me, I spend two days in jail before he carried his drunken ass down to bail me out. Doubt this “job” would be any better. I turned around to tell him to screw off, but decided it wouldn’t do any good. He staggered into my bedroom and leaded against the door frame with a beer in hand. By the smell and the glassy haze in his eyes, I guessed he was working on his second case. I never understood how he can drink so much and still function.
Drunk or not Adam Sims was the only family I had left. There was a time when we were as close as brother and sister. After both our parents died in a tragic house fire, Adam hasn’t been the same. He withdrew from people and turned to alcohol.
I let out a heavy sigh and sat my book open face down on my bed. “What kind of job Adam?”
“Don’t get that tone with me, Christa!” He growled, pushed off the door frame and preceded his drunken march toward me. With my right hand I casted a circle around me and my bed. It took a lot of meditation and discipline for me to call the kind of magick needed to cast a circle that fast. Adam cursed when he come against the wall of my circle. “Drop the circle.” He said with an angry tone. I ignored him. He repeated it trying to change his tone. I still ignored him.
“You said you had a job for me.” I stated in a matter-of-fact tone of my own.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. He opened his eyes and went to sit at my computer desk. “A friend of mine called. You remember Seth?” I nodded and he continued. “Well…his baby girl went missing. He wants me…us to help find her.”
I sat up, turn my body to face him and folded my legs together like a pretzel in front of me. Before we lost everyone we loved, Adam and I did PI services on the side. We worked great together. I loved and miss the excitement in his eyes when we were on a case together. But the accident left him with this bipolar, demon personality. Alcohol only made things worst.
“Are you starting to take cases again?” I asked with a little more eagerness than I wanted. He nodded a yes. “Are you going to stop drinking?” I was only brave enough to ask the question because I was still inside me circle. “Because I am not picking up your slack. If we take this case, then we take this case. No alcohol. Period.” Again with the brave words. I meant them too. If I had to, I would put him in a circle for a month. How’s that for detox?
He bobbed his head up and down in agreement. I knew it was going to be tough for him, but I will be there to make sure that he stays clean. I will be on him like white on…well white rice. This was my excuse to clean him up. I would take the case on my own, because it involved a child. I wasn’t about to tell him that though.
Five days later and I was getting very worried about little Rita. She was three years old and named after her mother, who died during child-birth. Seth was raising her on his own. My heart went out to him. It was bad enough to lose your wife, but to have your only child kidnapped…
I was certain at this point it was a kidnapping. Seth came home from work and both the babysitter and Rita was missing. His sitter was his next door neighbor. Her name was Sue and she lived alone. My first instincts as a PI told me Sue was a suspect. But when Adam and I had a look around her house that changed, Sue is now another victim. Her purse was left sitting on the coffee table. There were no missing clothes, or anything else that looked like she might have left town.
I was also proud of Adam. He has tried and is leaning toward succeeding to stop drinking. I knew it’s only been five days, but I have hope that he will beat this. He’s still moody, but I’m still more in tuned to my magick than he is.
We got a lead that morning. A UPS delivery driver said something strange was going on at a residence he delivered to that afternoon. The lady of the house seemed nervous and distracted. The driver heard about the missing girl and our investigation through a friend.
Adam and I drove down to the river. Well I drove Adam road shout gun josing like a son-of-a-gun. The houses along the river were beautiful, huge, two and three-story estates. I pulled into the large drive way and parked the car. I looked over at Adam. He looked like he was going to crawl out of his own skin. I reached over and touched his arm. He jumped and looked at me. “You ok?”
His head bobbed up and down. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Normally I would have left him at home, but he needed to be a part of this. It was the only thing I could use to get him to stop drinking. Besides he was a witch. Our system is different from humans in that we are supposed to flush out impurities faster. “I’ve been drinking for a long time, Chris. It’ll take a little longer than normal.”
“Are you hearing thoughts?”
He looked at me for a moment before speaking. “I just heard you.” He seemed to think about it for a minute. “Oh no. That is why I drank. I don’t want the ability anymore.”
I squeezed his arm a little to get him to look at me. “We will talk about this later. Right now we have a little girl to find.”
Adam took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok. I can do this.”
Together we got out of the car, walked to the front door and knocked. I was about to give up when the door finally opened to a woman. She was as the UPS driver described her; short brown hair, slender build and in her mid-twenties. She also looked like she wanted out of that house. She was afraid.
The woman took my hand and sent me a thought. “They are taking her out the back, to the springs. Please help her.”
I wasn’t sure how the woman projected her thoughts to me. She was human as far as I can tell. I thought only witches could communicate with each other like that. But I didn’t have time to ask. Adam had already started around to the back of the house and took off running when two men raced across the yard toward the public park on the other side of the road adjacent from the house they just left. One of them had a small child tuck under one arm like a football.
Rita. It had to be her.
I left the woman and took off after Adam. Both of us came to a stop at a swimming pool. The pool was pure spring water. It was recycled from the natural springs that ran beside it. That is also where the men disappeared with Rita. I so did not want to go in after them.
Natural water sources where gateways to the Ambrosia, where souls went to wait for their time of rebirth. But why would they take Rita to the other side?
“Did you forget as Cimmeria?” Adam asked from beside me.
This mind reading thing was going to get old, fast. Yes I did, for a minute, forget about Cimmeria. It was the dark counterpart of Ambrosia. It is where the Demon Lord hides. This spring must be the gate that will take us to dark side of the Afterworld.