Brush with Death by E.J. Stevens
Brush with Death
By E.J. Stevens
Brush with Death
E.J. Stevens
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Copyright 2012 E.J. Stevens
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Chapter 1
Emma
I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. Simon was leaving another trail of kisses down my neck that made me tingle all over.
How could this be wrong, when it felt so right?
I am not the kind of girl who falls for the wrong guy. Really. My entire life has been a series of good choices. I have always done the responsible thing. So what was I doing here with an older guy?
Oh yes, the kisses. That had something to do with it, definitely.
I reached up to brush hair out of hungry eyes that promised a world of new pleasures. Tease. I slid my fingers along the line of scar tissue that crossed his handsome face, drawing a low rumble from his chest. Somehow that candle-wax smooth skin added to his amazing looks. I pressed myself against him, melting into Simon like I was made of wax too. With another growling rumble, he grasped my shoulders and gently pushed me away.
For someone who prided himself as a lady’s man, he sure wasn’t moving fast. Most guys my age are a raging river during spring rains and snow melt. They move fast and hard and are all over the damn place. Yuck. Simon is a river of honey, slow and sweet.
Not that I eat honey. I’m against bee oppression, but you get the idea.
Simon is a gentleman and I like that about him, but some days I wished he’d stop putting on the brakes. I wanted to continue our kissing, but I guess he could only take so much. Secretly, that made me feel crazy powerful.
So Simon was older and had a bad reputation. I knew all of that. I wasn’t naïve. I had entered into this relationship with eyes wide open. In fact, I’d resisted my feelings for nearly a year.
What had changed? Hello, like, everything. My best friend was plagued by ghosts, her boyfriend was a werewolf, and I could talk to snakes. But the big change? I was about to graduate from high school. I’d already been accepted into the pre-med veterinary program at Tufts University, a state away. Even Cornell had sent a letter asking me to visit their campus. Everything was changing, fast. I would be leaving at summer’s end. It was now or never.
Deep down, I knew that part of the reason I chose now was my recent brush with death. I had been in a car accident and was lucky to be alive. Surviving that accident had brought clarity to my feelings for Simon. When I woke up in the hospital, his was the face I longed to see.
I made my decision.
I decided to follow my heart. I chose us. I chose now. I didn’t regret it for one second. Well, not really. Did I feel guilt, worry, and confusion? Hell yes, but I wasn’t confused about my feelings for Simon. He made me inordinately happy. There was no denying that.
Our relationship, as Yuki would say, was made of awesome. Sure, Simon and I didn’t agree on everything. That was part of the attraction. We could debate all of the things we disagreed on…intensely.
No, the thing I was having trouble with, the problem that made me hesitate each time I sank into Simon’s arms, was the objection of my friends. Calvin and Yuki weren’t the most normal couple in the world, so you’d think they’d be able to see outside the box of social norms. Unfortunately, they kept getting hung up on the details—Simon was older, he was a total bad boy, and a studly werewolf.
I guess they were used to me dating harmless human guys, like Gordy. I could understand that, to a point. If I continued dating normal high school guys, they wouldn’t have to worry about me. But didn’t their judging of my relationship make them hypocrites? Why couldn’t they accept my choice?
Why couldn’t my friends just get over it already?
Chapter 2
Simon
As soon as I pushed Emma away, tension wracked her body like an unyielding electric current. I wanted to pull her back to me and kiss away the tears, which she remained unaware of, that rolled steadily down her flushed cheeks to glisten on the creamy pale skin of her neck.
But I could only provide a temporary distraction to Emma’s troubled thoughts. I was not the cause of her frustration.
Well, we were adept at causing each other a high degree of physical frustration, but the issue eating away at Emma’s happiness, like a hungry zombie gnoshing on brains, had another cause entirely.
That cause was the very reason that vampires and zombies filled my subconscious, and therefore my metaphors. Emma’s best friend Yuki, an exasperating Goth girl who could sense ghosts through smells, didn’t approve of our relationship.
Up until now, Yuki had refrained from the emo behavior typical of most Goth teens whom I’d encountered in the past. When I began training Yuki, I was impressed by her positive attitude and bull-headed stubbornness, though that stubbornness caused plenty of arguments between us. She had been through a lot in her short life and that was something I could relate to. I had even begun to entertain the notion that we could be friends.
But that was before I started dating Emma. Suddenly, Yuki acted like she’d been possessed by one of her smelly ghost mates, left to wail and moan and pout incessantly about the loss of her best friend to an old, nasty, roguish werewolf.
Where, I ask, is the fairness there?
Yuki herself is dating a werewolf, my alpha Calvin, so playing the “you can’t date a guy who shapeshifts into a wolf” card was a pitiful attempt to derail our relationship. I can also assure you that I am not nasty. I maintain impeccable hygiene and grooming. And, if we are to cast stones, my wolf spirit smells like pine needles and puppy breath, unlike Calvin’s spirit who reeks of wet dog.
As for the roguish bit, I’ve changed. I fully admit to a dark time in my life, before I met Emma. I did things that I am not proud of.
It is easy to be a scoundrel when you have nothing to live for.
Now I have an important role in my pack and a woman who I care for deeply. I am not the innocent man I was before the dark period of my life, before my first love Meredith died at the hands of a hunter and I cast my destiny to the wind…and the needle, but I hope that I am worthy of Emma’s heart.
How will we ever know if we are truly destined for one another if Yuki continues to hold her friendship hostage? And Calvin is only making our situation worse by supporting Yuki’s ridiculous behavior. I know deep within my shared soul that I can make Emma happy, if her friends would only give us a chance.
When I first met Emma and Yuki, I thought their bond was unbreakable…something s
What the bloody hell are Calvin and Yuki thinking?
I balled my right fist and bit my knuckle hard enough to draw blood. I pulled my eyes from Emma’s anguished, far-away gaze to look at the blood that pooled at the base of my thumb. Werewolves don’t suck blood like pop-culture vampires, but in my world blood matters—just not in the way you think.
The blood of the Old Ones coursed through my veins, marking me as werewolf, as other, and aligning me to our pack. I obey my pack alpha, and have sworn to protect him with my very life, but I hadn’t known then the pain that he would come to cause my new mate.
My bloodied hand would heal with a speed that was driven by my werewolf metabolism, but when would Emma’s heart mend?
Chapter 3
Yuki
“What are we going to do?” I asked, throwing my hands in the air. “She’s totally tossing her life away, right?”
“We don’t know that,” Cal said.
“Aren’t you worried?” I asked.
“I’m worried about both of them,” Cal said. “But mostly, I’m worried about you.”
“Me?” I asked. “Have you been listening? Emma is dating Simon. Simon. Don’t you find that, like, totally panic inducing?”
“Are you sure you’re worried about Emma and not just missing your best friend?” Cal asked. “She’s pretty tough and Simon isn’t all bad. But you and Emma haven’t spent this much time apart before. Maybe that’s what you’re actually worried about.”
I sighed. Cal was right. I mean, sure, I was worried about my friend. Simon had this whole lady-killer persona and he was totally old, but I had to admit that more than anything, I was feeling hurt. It was like Emma had abandoned me for a shiny new toy. More like a rusty old piece of junk.
“When did you get so smart?” I asked.
“I was born this way,” Cal said. “I just try to tone it down for the masses.”
I poked him in the ribs and we both started laughing.
“Thanks,” I said. I tilted my head up to look into Cal’s blue eyes and felt a magnetic pull that beckoned me to lose myself utterly and completely in their azure depths.
“For what?” Cal said, raising one eyebrow.
“Making me laugh,” I said. “I needed that.”
There was something else I needed. Kiss me. All I had to do was think it and Cal’s lips were on mine. That had been happening a lot lately. I’m not sure if it was a soul mate thing, but it was like Cal could read my mind. I just hoped he couldn’t read every thought that passed through my head.
That would be embarrassing.
*****
Eventually we had to pull apart. School wouldn’t wait for us. No matter how great the kisses, school office staff just wouldn’t accept making out with Cal as a valid excuse for tardiness. I know this for a fact. Using kissing as a reason to be late for class? That stunt almost landed me in detention. I was going to try using it as an alternative for gym credit, but decided not to press my luck.
I flipped down the visor mirror and fixed my hair while Cal turned off his truck. Ghosts, school, death, and taxes; some things were just unavoidable.
Ugh, school. Things hadn’t been so bad after I cleared my name and we helped turn in a gang of local drug dealers who were making meth in a lab off Witchtrot Road. For a while teachers treated us with more respect and students were nicer. That was actually kind of freaky at first. I’m used to being a total outsider that everyone at this school, except my small group of friends, ignores.
Well, almost everyone. Freshman year I was in the wrong place at the wrong time wearing my nonconformist Goth bling and caught the attention of the J-team. I’ve been on their radar ever since. It’s not a fun place to be.
The J-team are bullies who enjoy tormenting other students, especially those who are smaller and weaker than them. The coups de grâce, the true nail in my coffin? The J-team hate anyone who dares to be different. They refuse to tolerate any student who shows a shred of individuality. Dress, act, talk, or (gasp!) think different and you are in for a world of hurt. Yeah, I do all of the above. I’m different and proud of it.
I might as well have a target painted on my fabulously Goth back.
The J-team, Jared Zempter and Jay Freeman, have gone out of their way to make every year that I attend Wakefield High a living hell. When their football teammate, Dylan Jacobs, died a few months ago, they blamed me. So. Not. Fair.
I definitely didn’t have anything to do with Dylan’s death, though I did help his ghost find peace, but the J-team rarely listen to reason. They are convinced that since I wear black clothing I must be a witch, so when Dylan died on a road with a legendary curse, they figured it was my fault. Personally, I think they just like tormenting me, but they managed to convince the entire football team of my guilt. That was not my finest moment. I almost peed myself. But we’ll keep that potential piece of gossip on the down-low.
The J-team, with the help of their giganto jock friends, kidnapped me and stuck me in a school supply closet. Their brilliant plan? To convince me (I think Jay was hoping for some torture, seriously the guy is creepy with a capital C) to use my supposed witchy powers to bring Dylan back from the dead. I do have some connection with the dead, but that’s my little secret. The J-team don’t know that I can smell spirits of the dead. I’ve helped lots of ghosts find their way into the light. But resurrection? So not in my job description.
Fortunately for me, my dung beetle spirit guide clued me in on a way to contact Cal’s wolf spirit and my friends came to the rescue. No black magic zombie jock raising here. That’s a very good thing. Aside from the obvious downside of a brain munching football player, I’m also sure that if anyone in Wakefield ever managed to raise the dead it wouldn’t go unnoticed. The one thing that scares me more than being tortured by the J-team is facing the wrath of the witches who I stole an amulet from last Halloween.
Well, that and flying monkeys. It’s a thing.
Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a thief. If you had asked me last year if I’d ever go on a road trip to Salem with a werewolf and my BFF to steal a mythological amulet, I would have said you were cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs crazy. When I learned of the spirits unleashing on Samhain, the night of Halloween, I tried to find a way to survive the spirit horde. My friends helped, but our research only turned up one thing that could protect my sanity from the evil spirits who cross through the veil on Halloween: Nera’s amulet.
In a strange twist of fate, or serendipity, the amulet was sitting in an occult shop display case in Salem Village. Salem isn’t far from Wakefield, one reason why our histories are intertwined. We managed to steal the amulet in time to survive the spirit storm. I should be pretty stoked about that, but I feel mostly fear and guilt.
I’ve been having a recurring nightmare in which the Salem witches who I stole it from come looking for their amulet. Eventually they find me, leaving behind them a wake of blood. In the dream they kill everyone I love. Each time I wake up screaming, I vow to return Nera’s amulet before anything can happen to my friends.
My friends, of course, are against that idea. They worry that I won’t be able to face the spirit storm on Samhain without the amulet. Evil spirits may come for me, but I have other plans. Emma has been helping me create a map of local hot spots for evil spirit activity; places where tragic deaths and murders have occurred in the past.
My plan is to arm myself with this knowledge and avoid areas where the evil spirits, the ghosts I refer to as The Grays, tend to gather. If I can find a place to hide from The Grays, then my chances of surviving Samhain are much better. Of course, there’s more to my genius.
Last Samhain, I felt the calming presence of a spirit who I had helped to find the light. I think he was trying to protect me from The Grays. Since then, I’ve helped more spirits find peace and my hope is that all of the ghosts who I help will re
I’m helping people who are trapped here on earth while building an army. The job keeps me busy. It’s no wonder I’m behind on my homework. Guiding lost souls is not exactly a normal extracurricular activity, but no one ever said my life was normal…or easy.
It was less difficult when I had Emma’s help. She’s a total research goddess. My friend, Gordy’s new girlfriend, Katie, works at the library and is also great at research, but she doesn’t know about my ghost problem. Gordy and Katie think I’m normal. Well, not that being totally addicted to anime and black clothing is normal, but they have no idea that I can smell the dead.
They also don’t know Calvin’s secret. Gordy is a great friend and I’m discovering that Katie is a total sweetheart, and less annoying than I originally thought, but there are some things best left unsaid. Cal is responsible for the safety of his people. One nervous slip of the tongue could put his entire pack in danger. That’s a risk we’re not yet ready to take.
Maybe someday. It would be nice to have the freedom to talk to Gordy and Katie about our troubles. With Emma too busy with her own drama, I could really use the help.
I checked my reflection one last time and shrugged. The future was coming fast, way too fast. I swear Chronos, the god of timekeeping, was messing with me. If I thought about how unprepared I was for Samhain, I’d go crazy. I need to build an army. I have to find and help as many spirits find peace as possible, before October 31st. Somehow, I also must sneak into a witch’s occult shop and return Nera’s amulet to its rightful owners.
But first, I have to survive high school.