Spiritus, a Paranormal Romance (Spiritus Series, Book #1) by Dana Michelle Burnett Page A
Authors: Dana Michelle Burnett
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breath, I closed my eyes, and placed my hand flat on the faded floor.
There was a sickening tilt and spin to the world. I was falling and then I was spinning again. I felt the weight of long skirts around my legs even as I knew I was kneeling on the wood floor. Voices came from everywhere, crowding around me. These voices spoke to slow at first, and then so quickly that I couldn’t understand what was being said. Surrounding all of this was a prism-like light that blotted out everything.
I was falling down again and the prism became the crystal wine glass some version of me was holding as my new husband toasted me and over the rim of the glass, Alastor’s blue eyes held me captive. How could I deny the truth in this?
Again there was that nauseating spinning and Alastor became nothing more than a puff of smoke. I was then standing at my bedroom window; I felt his lips on my neck as his fingers pushed my long hair aside.
“I love you my darling.”
I was falling again, spinning until I stood at the door to the office; I could almost see that other me there in a long white nightgown with my hair flowing down my back. Alastor was at the desk, his clothes were rumpled and his hair was mussed as if he had just run his hands through it. His beautiful blue eyes were foggy and bloodshot as he looked up at me.
I saw the gun then, a bulky black thing in my pale white hand. I was raising it up, there was a flash of light, a cloud of smoke, and then Alastor’s face contorted in pain. He fell then, the blood from his chest spilling out over the floor.
“My Becca,”He grimaced as he lay dying. “Forgive me.”
I fell backwards, immediately back in the here and now. I could feel the wetness on my cheeks and my vision was blurry with unshed tears.
Dear God, what have I done?
Dad was calling me for dinner, his voice echoing down the hall. I didn’t want him to find me like this. Wiping my tears away, I went out to join him.
He met me in the hall with a cheery, but sleepy smile. “Where have you been hiding?”
“I just got back.”
“Oh,” Dad said with a stretch and a yawn. “Did you get your outline done?”
“Yep.” I said and turned him back toward the kitchen. “I got it all done.”
We ate in silence. I kept going over the articles in my head. Was I that Rebecca? If so, I killed Alastor. Why would I do that? The two people in the photograph seemed so happy, what happened?
I had barely eaten more than two bites when I excused myself claiming I was tired and wanted to lie down. Of course, such a logical explanation sent Dad into an immediate panic.
“You okay?” Dad asked with anxiety all over his face again.
“I’m just tired.” I lied, smiling to reassure him just like my mother used to.
“Okay, get some rest.” Dad agreed with a smile. “By the way, Billie and Ally both called for you earlier. You may want to give them a call.”
“I’m so tired. I think I’ll just wait and talk to them tomorrow, I don’t want to be on the phone all night.”
He smiled, “Okay, see you in the morning.”
Once I was safe in my room, I closed the door and locked it behind me. Within just a few minutes, I heard the television in the living room again and I knew that Dad believed my flimsy excuse. I was glad he was so easy to deceive. I hated to make him worry.
I turned back to my empty room and stared up at the plaster ceiling. I didn’t know how this was supposed to work exactly.
“Are you there?” I called into the emptiness. “Can you hear me?”
Nothing.
I stepped away from the door and listened, straining to hear anything that meant he was near. As I stood there, I felt a change in the air as it became slightly heavy, like the air just before a storm.
He was there. I could feel him swirling and gathering overhead even though I couldn’t see him. I closed my eyes, trying to hone in and
There was a sickening tilt and spin to the world. I was falling and then I was spinning again. I felt the weight of long skirts around my legs even as I knew I was kneeling on the wood floor. Voices came from everywhere, crowding around me. These voices spoke to slow at first, and then so quickly that I couldn’t understand what was being said. Surrounding all of this was a prism-like light that blotted out everything.
I was falling down again and the prism became the crystal wine glass some version of me was holding as my new husband toasted me and over the rim of the glass, Alastor’s blue eyes held me captive. How could I deny the truth in this?
Again there was that nauseating spinning and Alastor became nothing more than a puff of smoke. I was then standing at my bedroom window; I felt his lips on my neck as his fingers pushed my long hair aside.
“I love you my darling.”
I was falling again, spinning until I stood at the door to the office; I could almost see that other me there in a long white nightgown with my hair flowing down my back. Alastor was at the desk, his clothes were rumpled and his hair was mussed as if he had just run his hands through it. His beautiful blue eyes were foggy and bloodshot as he looked up at me.
I saw the gun then, a bulky black thing in my pale white hand. I was raising it up, there was a flash of light, a cloud of smoke, and then Alastor’s face contorted in pain. He fell then, the blood from his chest spilling out over the floor.
“My Becca,”He grimaced as he lay dying. “Forgive me.”
I fell backwards, immediately back in the here and now. I could feel the wetness on my cheeks and my vision was blurry with unshed tears.
Dear God, what have I done?
Dad was calling me for dinner, his voice echoing down the hall. I didn’t want him to find me like this. Wiping my tears away, I went out to join him.
He met me in the hall with a cheery, but sleepy smile. “Where have you been hiding?”
“I just got back.”
“Oh,” Dad said with a stretch and a yawn. “Did you get your outline done?”
“Yep.” I said and turned him back toward the kitchen. “I got it all done.”
We ate in silence. I kept going over the articles in my head. Was I that Rebecca? If so, I killed Alastor. Why would I do that? The two people in the photograph seemed so happy, what happened?
I had barely eaten more than two bites when I excused myself claiming I was tired and wanted to lie down. Of course, such a logical explanation sent Dad into an immediate panic.
“You okay?” Dad asked with anxiety all over his face again.
“I’m just tired.” I lied, smiling to reassure him just like my mother used to.
“Okay, get some rest.” Dad agreed with a smile. “By the way, Billie and Ally both called for you earlier. You may want to give them a call.”
“I’m so tired. I think I’ll just wait and talk to them tomorrow, I don’t want to be on the phone all night.”
He smiled, “Okay, see you in the morning.”
Once I was safe in my room, I closed the door and locked it behind me. Within just a few minutes, I heard the television in the living room again and I knew that Dad believed my flimsy excuse. I was glad he was so easy to deceive. I hated to make him worry.
I turned back to my empty room and stared up at the plaster ceiling. I didn’t know how this was supposed to work exactly.
“Are you there?” I called into the emptiness. “Can you hear me?”
Nothing.
I stepped away from the door and listened, straining to hear anything that meant he was near. As I stood there, I felt a change in the air as it became slightly heavy, like the air just before a storm.
He was there. I could feel him swirling and gathering overhead even though I couldn’t see him. I closed my eyes, trying to hone in and
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