《Spirituous, Earth before Condemnation (Volume 1 Complete)》 Prologue
In one tiny part, of the gigantic universe, resided a being named Spirituous. About thirty years prior, he had just returned from punishment with his father, but fell right into a trap! He was then born as a human and placed himself dormant within the person''s body, allowing the human to live a normal life as Spirituous watched on. With this person, they ended up slightly merged and he gained some of Spirituous''s personality, but due to that effect... How could an immortal God, with powers, not overcome this situation? Did he let it happen on purpose? What was really going on here? Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. As he continued to watch, now, he could feel the time of his return approaching. The very reason he had gotten punished, was what was going to bring him back, whether he was ready for it or not. He knew that he couldn''t stay like this forever, but he''d been waiting to meet her for so long. He''s seen her beside him in the future and he has been waiting...All this time... Why is she special? Why have I no choice but to share her? Spirituous sighs and waits. The one in which he resides in, and himself, will both fall for the same woman, but both of them need too... *** And yet, while Spirituous seems to be on a holiday and experiencing new things, he is unworried about certain parts of the future that he cannot see. He knew the reason for it and secretly sent out his spiritual essence to stay on the borders of his ''room'' so for any who would come, could see what he''s been doing and feeling. *** What he hadn''t realized, was how many and whom would come... Nonetheless, he still continued to reside within somebody else and wait... Volume 1, Chapter 1
Andrea opened the front door to her house with a sigh. Friday''s, as usual and well known, were long days. Many people couldn''t wait till the weekend, or their days off, and Andrea was no different. She sat down and put her head back against the door and took a deep breath in. The weeks were so long, but there was nothing she could do...What was the saying? Working to live? It wasn''t too much of a problem, as she had three small days of working four hours, but the other two days, and sometimes three, of eight to ten hours...Were very tiring...Sigh After counting to ten, she smiled and got up. Time for fun, she thought, while walking over to her music player. After putting on her favorite radio station, she put her work things away and got something to eat. Sitting down on her favorite chair, she put her feet under her and got her notebook and pencil. Tapping the notebook with her pencil, she thought of what she saw today. A pattern worth drawing about. This, was indeed, Andrea''s life. Very uneventful and lacking to an on looker, but, her future entitles...The direct opposite. Her house was small, only two bedrooms and no dining area. To Andrea, though, it was her sanctuary, she was happy and found it appropriate to who she was and what she needed. It was easy to clean and keep clean, as cleaning was her job as she worked at a hospital. She didn''t have many people come over, not anymore, so the two seater chair beside her rarely got used and sat their ignored, as though not even there...Just like one of the rooms to the house... Tiles, mop, bucket, trees, bins, people? Andrea took a bite of her crackers and cheese and tried harder on the basic things she saw today. Dirt on the tiles, shoe marks on the tiles? Nah, she thought, I''ve already done the paws in squares, surrounded by other kinds of paws in squares. She rummaged through some other images in her photographic memory and saw the trees again, saw the leaves and branches. Leaves, colorful leaves, because of spring. With a soft chuckle, Andrea tried to think of something else colorful, or to do with nature. Something good for both male, female and kids. Something to make their dining more enjoyable...This was because her biggest seller was, in fact, tablecloths...Of course, she didn''t get much money for all of the work that she puts into it, but making patterns was for another reason, other than to get money...It was to keep her sane, to keep her calm. To anyone who would call her a weak person...She would shrug and not care. Actually, there wasn''t much she did care about anymore...The world was black and it was scary. Her patterns made her feel like a normal person, but without them... Another chuckle escaped her lips, as she continued to think and she took another bite of her crackers and cheese. Ok, she thought, people like picnics, how about bringing the picnic to the table inside the house. An hour or two later, a piece of paper was full of red and white squares and colorful food. A 3D black and white basket here, a couple of black and white shaded leaves scattered and there you have it, a picnic on the dining room table! Andrea was happy with her adventure for today and got out of her chair. A microwave dinner went into the microwave and smelling it cook made Andrea realize that she was starving. Not having a huge appetite to always eat, Andrea was a healthy weight that matched her blondish, brownish hair and petite height. Eating her meal, she watched some TV before bed. Excitement went through her when she knew that she was having tomorrow off and would be able to do what she loved instead of working like a slave. Cleaning toilets and mopping floors at a hospital wasn''t what she wanted to spend her life doing, but Andrea knew that her job was well paid and gave her more than enough time and money to do what she really wanted, which was making patterns. Through and through, Andrea denied she had any kind of problem. What she would call it...Surviving. *** The next day, she woke up like the usual Saturday off, not knowing where she was going to go. Her best patterns came from Saturday''s. When she went somewhere new and saw something different, she would then let something take over her as she then put it on paper. It made her feel good to see a pattern at someone''s place, or in the shopping centre, knowing that she had put it there. She looked at a large map that was pinned to her wall, it was of the lower Queensland area of Australia and closed her eyes. She felt for the edge of the paper and traced her finger on the map in a circle. Stopping her finger, she opened her eyes, to see that her finger was on Noosa. This was a place she had been to several times before and with her mood today, she would prefer some place different. She tried again and came up with another place known as Lawnton. Mmmm, Andrea thought, where haven''t I been in Lawnton? Thinking it was an area in which she hadn''t seen much of, she was happy with the outcome. Lawnton it is, she thought, and I''ll just drive around till I find a great place! Being 28 years old, Andrea had herself a second hand car, as well as her small little home, all paid off. With a hobby in which gave her an extra side of cash, Andrea had been lucky to have what she has, and she knows it. Smiling, she set off on her journey across the Brisbane River to the north side of Brisbane. She liked the idea of no demands, as such from a partner, so being single was more than a want in her life but also a need. Andrea told herself that if she had a partner, she wouldn''t be able to do what she was doing right now, and instead of feeling lonely, Andrea felt happier. Boyfriends, she thought, yeah not going to happen! At least I don''t really know what I''m missing! ...She doesn''t seem to remember these thoughts later... Her life had become quite easy to manage, as she gave herself very little to do. Besides the obvious routines, such as shopping, working and seeing family, the only other thing was doing her patterns. She felt content, even though she didn''t actually have friends. She made herself believe that if she had them, she would have to go out, which would leave less time for her to do patterns. If she was honest with herself though, she felt like her personality wasn''t cut out for having friends. In the last three years, she had driven all her friends slowly away, by just wanting to be on her own. Switching lanes, so she could turn, she bit her lip, knowing the full reason why she put so much of herself into her hobby. Her life had come to a point where she was denied the only thing that she cared about, so her patterns helped her forget about the gaping hole inside her soul. *** Forty minutes later, she passed the suburb before Lawnton. Traveling up the main road, she saw the usual and knew that she had to go out to the backstreets, where people where more who they are and the more chance of nature. Going across a railroad and turning to the right, she ended up in a cornered area of such. She looked around. A few kids playing in a front yard, a park, small as it was and lots of fences and closed doors. How times have changed when she was younger. There weren''t as many fences and basically all neighborhood kids would be out on the streets, playing games out on the road, only to stop for a few cars that came throughout the day. She got out of the car and locked it. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. A walk around first, she thought, and then find something to put on paper. A slight force overtook her without her knowing or caring too much. This is what usually happened to her, she thought it more so as instincts than anything else. Ever since she had been small, this strange feeling would overwhelm her and it had scared a few people...But to Andrea, it was normal. The big pattern emerged in front of her, as the paper filled up, and then suddenly, the force that was inside her vanished. To a certain degree, Andrea felt like another soul takes over her body, but learnt a long time ago, that questioning it gave her no answers. Looking at the pattern in front of her, as though it was the first time, she saw the spots and triangles, but added was the other shapes. With a small laugh, Andrea even wondered if the pattern could hypnotize someone! Andrea was happy with her daily input on her hobby and got into her car, to go back home. Before she could leave though, her mobile sang It''s happy tune. Andrea sighed, knowing that even a message was just someone trying to involve her into some kind of activity that would make her more ''sociable''. The text said, ''Your niece would love to see you, come by soon''. Her older brother wanted her to join the rest of the universe, as usual. Well, Andrea thought, it can wait until tomorrow. She wrote back that she would see her beloved niece tomorrow and revved up the car and went back home, with the short pit stop for the toilet. Andrea never understood how time elapsed so quickly, but of course it did, and by the time she got home it was already afternoon and she was starving. An upside to her "socializing" would be to eat better, she thought, having a giggle. Her brother was all she had left in her family, he reminded her of that quite often. For some reason, to Andrea, it was still too much. He had told her once that she should see a doctor, that depression had come over her and she wasn''t living life. Andrea had scoffed at him, saying, ''Each to their own.'' She had hoped that he would see that her life was different to his and accept that this was the way she wanted to live it. He stayed silent for a whole month, but of course, tried another tactic the next month to get Andrea involved...It''s the usual routine. *** Sunday arrived and her niece was beautiful and she loved her. Andrea didn''t want to stay long but she was always forced to have a look at a picture or watch some amazing thing that ''they'' did together. She had a funny feeling that it was their mother''s last wish, before she had died, that they tried to get Andrea back on Earth... She felt like her brother and sister in-law always ganged up on her to try to get her back to normal again. How do they think that it was possible when her twin sister was died? That her other half is no longer here! Andrea held back tears, hoping that no one would see it. They knew, however, and they let her go. Andrea was off before two minutes had ended. Visits to her brother''s house ended like this often, they always saw her weakness and Andrea got angry that they ignored her strengths. When Andrea got home, she slid down her closed door and put her head in her hands. How is it possible that she go on living, to be someone that ''lives'' in this indecent world, she thought. Her reason of calling this world indecent was because her sister was taken from her. She was stubborn and thought it wasn''t fair. For a moment, she thought back to the good times of doing things with her sister, like going clubbing, joking about pickup lines and getting new ideas of patterns together. Her sister had been more outgoing then her, the one to poke the tongue or flip the finger at someone...Andrea couldn''t even think of a trait of her personality right now...It was like she had died along with her sister, walking like the dead, working like the dead... Andrea sighed and straightened up, there was no use living in the past. ...Nothing would change the fact that she was gone! *** Work was, as usual, a routine. Mornings consisted of cleaning toilets and emptying bins, afternoons were of mopping and sanitizing. Andrea knew that only one thing kept her here and that is because it''s where her sister had died... She had tried to get away after her death but realized that the hospital, for some strange reason, made her feel sane. So, Andrea stayed, and tried not to make it obvious that she hasn''t had much of a holiday since. For the last two years, Andrea tried to get through the hospital unnoticed. So, only few knew of her manners and nature and let her be. Most of the time others only said hello whenever she walked on by them, which was fine for Andrea, it was the way she liked it. Tuesday had come and gone and Wednesday had been a new day, started fresh, until Andrea''s boss told her to start on the fourth floor. Fourth floor was hard to do...Bah, Andrea thought, don''t think, just do, just do your job and get out! So, she did... And she was just about finished and moving on to the ground floor, when she heard something smash to the ground. Rushing back, to make sure no one was hurt, she saw a few frames on the floor in the hallway. Looking down, Andrea caught her breath in her throat. Three pictures were on the floor, among a certificate, one she knew and, knowingly, avoided it very well. ...Until now. As fast as she could Andrea cleaned up the mess, at some point someone was trying to tell her what went wrong but the reason was unheard through her ears. All Andrea wanted was to get out of there... Collecting the pictures after cleaning the glass, she put her finger over the top one remembering how, when and why this picture was important. It was a picture of the front of the hospital, the garden inside the hospital and a view of what was outside of a room looking from a particular hospital bed. It was history working all over again. After closing her eyes and opening them again, Andrea insisted on just looking at the picture and taking in how it was done. Her sister was so good when it had come to going from one scene to another. How well she had gone from the front door, to the garden and how the leaves formed two trees, two trees in two different areas of the hospital. And then from the garden, to the hospital room, railing on the side of the garden turned into the end railing of the bed. Before tears could make their way through her eyes, Andrea put the pictures down on the desk, to be redone in frames, and she left for the ground floor. ...The spiritual power contained inside of that picture...Was released. Connections started to re-established themselves... *** Being downstairs, Andrea felt back to normal. Getting the mop and bucket was easy and Andrea was just about to go on automatic when she saw something walk across the front doors of the hospital, it looked like it was pacing and then it disappeared again. Andrea looked around and saw that no one had seen anything out of the ordinary and continued on with her work. Looks like I''m going crazy as well as unsociable, she thought and knowing that wasn''t the only thing wrong with her. As her Wednesday at work came to a close, she saw yet another ghostly figure come out of nowhere, and again, no one else seem to be spooked or worried. Shaking her head, Andrea walked off, ready to knock off and go home for a much needed rest. Andrea was starting to feel like this week was starting to take its toll, it was taking too long to have play time and be happy again. She wasn''t only thinking that it''s only Wednesday and that she was working Saturday this week, but that she really needed some time to go out there to that anywhere place, where no one knew where she was, to just sit there and be calm. *** Before Andrea got out of the car, from driving to work the next day, she closed her eyes and tried to believe she was in that anywhere spot. She counted to ten and breathed in and out slowly, picturing kittens and little puppies that follow you around with their waging tails. She didn''t believe that after opening her eyes, Andrea felt calm, at peace and ready to go to work, even with a jump in her step! The day was even relatively easy, even seeing the ghostly figure again didn''t seem to stun her out of her calmness. Andrea was quite amused to come home and want to do something, other than watch TV before bed. Sitting down on her favorite seat and nibbling onto her dinner, Andrea thought about what she saw this week so far and tried to picture them all. Glass, Ghosts and Gardens. Again, Andrea was surprised when she heard herself giggle. She was happy with those three words and tried to think harder on how to get them onto paper. G''s, glassy garden¡­ah ha, she thought, colors blue and white, white leaves around eyes, various eyes, and uncolored, and separated by blue glassy lightning. This may not go so well, Andrea thought, but hey something may come out of it. Despite the idea being a bit farfetched, Andrea did it anyway. An hour later, with only a fifth of the page done, she sighed and put her pencil down. Sometimes, she thought, things may make more sense with a different day... *** Sleep that night was dreamless and getting out of bed had become relatively hard. Thinking of ways to make her pattern more tablecloth worthy, Andrea was quite closed off to everything around her when she was working. Cleaning the front windows of the hospital had to be quick, and Andrea was used to that but, just before turning to walk away, she nearly ran straight through the ghostly, transparent figure that she''s been seeing lately. Andrea didn''t know what to say, other then, "Oh¡­Sorry." Clearly only because she nearly ran into them... The ghostly figure didn''t move but looked right back at her, she wondered if he saw her. Andrea didn''t want to be rude but she didn''t like the idea of becoming a medium, especially since she was the only one that could see this see through handsome face. It really was quite astronomical, as she saw that there was a faint light that went around his figure, making him look like a special, divine being... A person to her right came up to her and asked if she had been talking to them, Andrea just nodded. The ghostly figure just stood there staring at her, grounding her leave. A small smile spread to his face, making him look even more charming. Andrea watched as his eyes looked really gentle towards her. Could it be...He can really see me? Looking down, Andrea tried politeness and said, "Excuse me." Walking around him, not through him, she started to head towards her next cleaning area. (The pattern that Andrea does at the park, is the pattern I will use for the cover of ''Universal Creations'') Volume 1, Chapter 2
Andrea thought that the day went slower after that, the minutes were longer, the jobs were tougher and people seemed to have a bit of an attitude. When she finally came to her last cleaning duty, she started to feel normal again. Humming a small tune, she cleaned the bins in the work stations and went to start with mopping. Nearly finished, Andrea thought with a smile on her face. But someone''s voice startled her, turning that smile into a frown. Looking around, still holding her mop, she saw the normal comings and goings, which was strange because she thought that the voice was directed at her... Andrea moved forward, going over the washed and slightly wet mopped floor, to the next room. And she saw him again. Just standing by the window, he looked at her, as though expecting her. Andrea dragged her mob and bucket from the hallway and went into the room. She did wonder how she was taking the ghostly figure so easily when, she was sure, other people would run screaming. "Hi, ah look, I''m not one to go out of my way for ghosts, can you just move on or something. If I keep seeing you or talking to you, I''m going to start looking like an idiot." With Andrea saying what was on her mind she nodded, smiled and went to turn away but that voice, so much clearer now, said, "Can you hear me?" His voice flowed over her like honey, she also felt like she was in the sun, heat pouring through her veins. It was a very strange feeling... Andrea stood still for a moment, but starting to get a bit agitated, she said, "Not only can I hear you, I can see you." Her eyes rested on the door, wanting to slam it shut behind her, but she just sighed. The number on the door startled her. Looking back at her ghostly figure, chatting aimlessly about things she didn''t hear, she simple said, "Goodbye." And she hastily left the room. That room that held so many sad memories for her, she wasn''t going to spend another minute there! How did being on the fourth floor by pass me and I not know? How could I have acted as though I was on any other floor? Andrea, feeling lucky that work was almost over, quickly finished the mopping and nearly ran back to her locker. I need to get out of here! She thought. Only having eyes in front of her, so that no strange ''see through, annoying people'' will stop her, she signed off and went to the car park. In her car, Andrea felt like she could finally calm down and start breathing normal again. Putting her hands around the wheel and her head on her hands, she counted to ten. Trying to put the past behind her, which she knew she wasn''t very good at, she started the car and went home. Andrea knew she had to work tomorrow and wanted to get a good amount of rest, as though that was the blame for her going somewhat crazy the last couple of days. *** Having had missed dinner the previous night, she woke the next day starving. Feeling like the day had to be fresh, it meant for something fresh! A nice soft bun with egg, bacon, cheese and even a sausage, was making her mouth water. With more than enough time before work started, she went to a takeaway store and sat and ate it, with quite a Sunday morning approach. Slowly biting her bun, she saw a family across from her. Curiosity flashed in her eyes as she wanted to figure out what they were doing. They had most of their meals and were not all on their own seats at the table. The kids were on their parents laps, demanding their attention. One of the parents was looking at a map or some similar brocher and then looked at their watch. They must be from out of town, she thought, although if they aren''t, I don''t blame them because there''s so many timetables for the different buses and trains. Andrea wondered where they were going. Near or far? It''s still pretty early, so maybe a theme park or to the zoo. Andrea looked at what they were wearing and what they had with them. Hats, sunscreen and maybe togs in the bag. She decided it didn''t lower the amount of places down by much, because it still meant a water theme park, South Bank or any beach. She made herself look away and called herself a sticky beak. It wasn''t like she enjoyed it...It seemed like something she just tended to do. Predicting what was going to happen to small things, seemed like it was natural to her. Of course, sometimes she was wrong, but, there were times that she had been able to pick up on some things and determine exactly what was going to happen... Just like how she had been overtaken by patterns, sometimes she was over taken to predict...It was strange, but again, nothing she could find answers too. After Andrea gave up on trying to find their destination, she decided to get going to work, even though she would be half an hour early. On the occasion of having some spare time, Andrea had her pencil and pad with her and made her way to the garden. Sometimes half an hour is enough time to write ideas, instead of drawing them and that''s what this morning was going to be. It was just in case she were to forget about potential future patterns, or to give her something to do while waiting. Sitting down in her usual place and opening her pad, she wrote, togs, buns, eggs, bacon and cups. Looking on her notes she noticed that this week wouldn''t be a curtain week. Smiling, she wrote down cheese, cheese can be so good for patterns. They come in so many ways and colors! One day, someone had said something about one of her cheese patterns, that it was nice shading, Andrea had just agreed and then laughed when she was no longer close to her. She was sure that person had no idea that the main idea had come from cheese. "Sorry to interrupt you, but what do those words mean?" Andrea stopped, looked up and saw him...The ghostly figure was also sitting on the bench with her. She decided to answer, but with concealment. "They just give me ideas for something else is all". Something went through her, she wondered if she should be concerned that she was talking to a ghost. She also wondered why she wasn''t scared, what she was feeling instead, was actually bothered and just wanted to be left alone. Closing her pad, Andrea went to stand up but he asked her before she got away, "Ideas...For what, may I ask?" With his true interest, Andrea couldn''t help but answer, "I do patterns as a hobby, I like putting things that have nothing in common together." Andrea opened her pad again, to a page where one of her patterns where, and showed him. She watched him intently as he looked over her work and after a long ten seconds, or so, he finally looked up at her and smiled. "That is beautiful, indeed." Andrea stared at him, his voice seemed soothing to her, melting down the way she had just felt bothered. She didn''t know if that''s what she expected, by telling him, but it still stunned her for some reason. Was it because she knew he generally meant what he said? After a short silence, she noticed he was still looking at her with that same small smile and eyes that made him even more charming. Coughing once, she continued, "I get rare ideas from here for some reason, not that those ones sell, but I like to think I make some unique patterns." Andrea couldn''t help smiling, remembering the cheese pattern again. Suddenly she shook her head, Andrea wondered if she was dreaming. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. "Why have you appeared in my room, and why do I see you randomly?" He asked. She hadn''t even thought about it! He didn''t even look like he cared too much about the answer...Was he perhaps?...Nah, why would he just want to talk to me!? He was a ghost! For some reason, she hadn''t tried to understand why he was here in the hospital, he just was. If you''re going to see a ghost...A hospital seems like a normal place. Right? She thought quickly and responded, "Why are you here? As far as I''m aware, you''re a ghost. What didn''t you finish?" Andrea sighed, knowing she was letting her unsociable side through to look like an attitude. With no questions answered, they both frowned at each other. Andrea stopped and killed the silence, "What do you mean, ''in your room''?" He answered, smiling again, "That is correct, you are in my room, not all the time I may add, but you appear randomly. I wonder if it works outside¡­" Andrea watched him look around, but he didn''t move. "So you''re not a ghost? You are actually somewhere in this world? What the?" Andrea raised her eyebrows ready to get up in bewilderment. Nothing seemed to be making any sense, she thought, this ghost might not even know that he''s dead for crying out loud! Maybe attitude was a good way to go about this! "We call ourselves Spirits¡­Ghosts are not here. I''m not even certain on what a ghost is." He smiled and eagerly put out his hand, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Cameron." Andrea heavily sat back against the chair, this is starting to get disturbing, she thought, and maybe I''m still asleep. Remembering that he was waiting for her to return his introduction, she said, "Andrea." And went to take his hand. They''re hands flew right through each other, but left a shiver down her spine, leaving Andrea more excited than scared. Cameron breathed in sharply and said, "Well, this is not ordinary." Andrea nodded, seeing that he was a little bit upset. Speechless, she tried to think of ghost stories that may have come into her past and tried to remember what had been said. Ghosts stick around because of unfinished business, you can''t touch them and they make you cold, give you shivers and only existed in movies... Andrea sighed and wondered, now, if any of that was true. Being able to see Cameron and talk to him was outstanding in many of the views that just went into her head. She thought that maybe he might know more, "Do you know of this happening before?" He seemed quite certain with the shake of his head. "I do not." Still staring at her, he added, "Spirits like us, only communicate with transpers or the Azulious. There is normally no other communication of any other kind." Andrea asked, "What is a transfer?" Cameron laughed and said, "A transper is a soul being trapped in their mind because they need to learn the spiritual way. They hold memories that continue to disturb them and stop them from becoming a spirit. They are on other planets, in a holder and we, the spirits, help them. Some are able to make it to our world by doing the transition, which is overcoming and accepting something vital. I believe each transper is different to what they have to achieve to become a spirit, but...Most seem quite determined to continue through their turmoil, as though they believe they belong in their holder." Andrea stumered, "What the hell are you talking about?" Cameron smiled, he seemed to be patient, and that was slowly annoying Andrea, "¡­I am a spirit, it is what we are called¡­" Andrea interrupted, "We are known as humans." "There you have it, now that is informed, second, is our job, as being a spirit, is to help with the callings..." Again, Andrea interrupted him, "What''s a calling?" Cameron thought for a moment, then answered, "Well, the transpers have their demands, could be as easy as nutrients, to as difficult as stopping them from going into extensive and painful turmoil. For some reason, as far as I can recollect, it is jobs we have always had to fulfil. And to do that, a calling is made to take us to them." Silence filled the room and Andrea looked around, wondering whether to be uncomfortable or not, but found somebody starring at her. No one she particularly knew personally, but knew of as another worker like herself. The person had been caught out starring at her, but instead of looking away, she caught her acquaintance waving at her. Andrea waved back and looked at her watch. Time to go, she thought, wake up Andy! "Time to do the ''job'' that you fulfill, then?" Cameron asked, as she got up. She nodded, not having anything else to say but, "Goodbye Cameron," still trying to be polite. *** Saturday''s were in different locations, no fourth floor. And with the change in routine, Andrea found it quite easy to accomplish her days work with no big problems. She didn''t understand what was going on with Cameron though and that was making her a little clumsy. Andrea also decided that when she got home, she would look up ghostly stuff and hope that it wasn''t as rare as she thought, maybe even offload to a professional. With the idea of being left alone and the ghost finding the ''light at the end of the tunnel'', a touch of enthusiasm went through her. Normality sounded good, something she was used to. By the time she got home, Andrea was exhausted. Working overtime lost her excitement of going on the internet, instead she made a sandwich and sat down on her couch to watch TV. *** Andrea woke up the next morning, realizing she had fallen asleep not making it to her bed, which was something she didn''t normally do. Feeling awkward, she stood up and wondered what has gotten into her lately. A shower first, she thought, then the internet, knowing she had to get rid of the biggest thing that has happened recently... The internet didn''t supply her with much that she didn''t already know. People talking on YouTube about ghosts moving on and some pictures. She did get one number that lived in Queensland, all the other numbers where from overseas. When she''d decided that information was enough for now, she went to give them a call. As though talking to ''ghosts'' was a full-time job, she found herself talking to a machine, leaving her name and number, she hoped that they would get back to her soon. Andrea wanted to do something fun but knew that if she didn''t go see her brother for at least half an hour, they would be on her back big time for the next week or two. After she rang them up to see if that was ok, she got her notebook and pencil and got in the car. Her brother seemed to be over enthusiastic when he opened the door to let her in. Big smiles didn''t win Andrea over, only made her concerned and suspicious, she knew her brother was up to something. Walking into their loundroom, Andrea saw what all the fuss was about and sighed. Another attempt at match making. The other male in the room was fair haired and had quite a big smile, showing his teeth. Mumbling her hellos, Andrea sat down and gave a stern look to her brother, who only brushed it away with a nod towards what''s his face. "Andrea, I''d like you to meet a mate of mine, Sean. Sean this is my little sister, Andrea" Sean got up out of his seat, to give Andrea''s hand a shake, and gave her another big, toothy smile. Andrea smiled back not wanting to be rude. Boy was her brother going to cop it! "Well, I''ll get the barbecue going shall I?" Her brother said, and off he went. Andrea was pretty sure he wanted to skip away and have his wife pat him on the back! Andrea would have felt better with her sister in-law in the room but assumed she was in the kitchen getting the salad together. Stuck in the loundroom, Sean spoke, obviously by chance of making the better of the situation, "I hear you like to make patterns, I saw some of your work on the dining room table. Impressive." Andrea was quite elated with the opening line, her work was her favorite subject, "Thank you, and yes I make patterns for tablecloths, curtains and covers." Not going into much detail, Andrea purposely gave him little to work on. She was a bit worried though, with the way he was looking at her, he wanted to keep the conversation going, so she added, "I like to think of it as a hobby that might be able to pay a bill once in a while." "Well wouldn''t that be nice, to have a job and that be your hobby hey. Being a mechanic with your brother, certainly wasn''t my idea as a hobby, I just seemed to be good at it." With his job entering the conversation, Andrea was already bored, still, she has to give the ''impression'' that she tried, so she asked him, "What is your hobby?" Sean sat back, breathing in, looking as though he had that many to choose from, nearly making Andrea laugh. After a moment, he answered, "I like to think I''m a photographer. I''ve been able to travel and take pictures from overseas and bring them back home to Australia. The problem is, it hasn''t gone past that...All the pictures I''ve taken are within family, so I haven''t sold any." "Oh," was all Andrea could reply with. She wasn''t unimpressed, just bored again. "Well I''m just going to go speak to Lyn, see if she needs any help." Andrea got up, nodding her apology, and went to her sister in-law to vent. Her brother''s house was so much bigger then hers, so much more space. It was obvious that a child lived here, with toys on the floor and a baby seat at the dining room table. Andrea walked past it and sighed. This place was far from the calling of hers. In the big kitchen, that held probably every dish and saucepan, whether you needed it or not, was where she found Lyn. Looking at her and the house, it seemed wrong. It seemed like it was too big for her. They had a room they didn''t even use and a huge backyard that was too big for one little toddler. Andrea wondered for a moment if they hadn''t completed their family yet. "Did you know about this?" Lyn let out a little yelp to Andrea''s sudden voice and turned. "Well hello to you too Andy! Ah, well, look you know how he is, he just wants you to be happy, back to normal again." "So what, I''m not normal now?" Andrea started to get angry, Lyn seemed to always put her foot in her mouth and she must remember to take it easy on her, because her brother was the real culprit. At least she could call on Lyn''s honesty, she wasn''t good at keeping secrets. Andrea tried again, "Is there a chance that Mark will stop anytime soon, at trying to match me with someone. I''m fully capable to do it myself." Lyn looked at Andrea and raised her eyebrows, looking like she didn''t agree at all to what Andrea just said, and replied, "Ah¡­I''ll try to talk to him again. But Andy..." Lyn looked unsure whether to continue or not. "He''s just trying to look out for you, he doesn''t mean any harm." Andrea sighed, munching on a piece of carrot, and said, "I know, I know. I won''t get mad at him, only if he stops it. This is the last one Lyn, understand!?" Lyn nodded, being small and petite it matched her nature. She seemed to let people walk over her too much, sort of made Andrea protective of her, and it made her feel bad to use her for this small matter. Before Andrea left the kitchen, she gave Lyn a hug, to assure her that she wasn''t upset, and went to find her niece. Soundly asleep in her bed, Andrea stared at her. How it would be nice to be a child again, Andrea thought, no worries and responsibilities. Life just gets harder and harder, there should be a choice to get older or not, even time to go back to being a ''child'' again, when things got too hard. Her niece moved slightly but didn''t wake and Andrea walked out knowing that if she woke the little toddler up, there would be hell to pay! Andrea smiled, not hell from the parents, but from the little one herself. Relying on Lyn to do her dirty work for her, she went through the rest of the barbecue as smoothly as she could, not giving the oppression that she was interested or available, but more so that she was full of respect and politeness. Andrea hoped that didn''t make him more interested... When her niece finally woke up, it was even easier, focusing her attention on something so gorgeous, was a lot more satisfying! Strangely though, it had been awhile since she had spent so much time here at her brother''s house, and it took her till it was time to go to realize this fact... *** Volume 1, Chapter 3
Andrea got home late enough to only get a shower in and a piece of fruit before bed. She didn''t realize how easy it was to be with her brother today and it was strange to her that she didn''t leave crying this time either... Remembering the day, she did feel like it was different to other barbeques that they have had together. She laughed at herself when she had trouble confessing that she actually enjoyed herself. She was sure it wasn''t because of Sean, she was still not interested in a relationship, but in general, she felt more at ease there today, then she had in a very long time. Waking the next morning, finding herself quite happy to work, was a bit frustrating...Because she found herself excited that there was something at work that she was looking forward to. It seemed like her life had taken a strange twist... She had her very own spiritual, ghostly figure that actually made her life worth talking about at the moment! But yet, at the same time, she wasn''t looking forward to it...Not being able to speak of it at all, actually made her sad. It was the first time in years that she had something exciting happening...And she couldn''t speak of it to anybody! Keeping her secret to herself yesterday, was disturbing to her, but for some reason made her smile. It''s been so long that she was her shadow, that she forgot what it was like to have something different in her daily routine. With that thought in mind, Andrea wondered about the phone call that she had made yesterday and wondered whether or not they would return her call. Andrea decided, that for now, that she would leave it up to them, fate would be in their hands. *** Seeing Cameron started to become a routine during the next week. Slowly, they began to know each other, even with the small amount of time that they had. She told him that she should be freaked out, and he had asked her why. Her reply was, "Well, for people, if you see a ghost, it should freak you out, right? Well, the fact that it hasn''t really freaked me out...Makes me freaked out!" He was confused with what she had said, and she gave up trying to make sense out of it for him. She did look at him then, realizing that he seemed to have an older mind, that the way she talked didn''t sound like the way he talked back to her. He had told her about some of the ''spirits'' history, which only confused Andrea. It seemed like they are quite taken by instincts and don''t show or know many emotions. It was a normal human trait to do what they wanted, and feel how they felt, and Andrea couldn''t fathom not knowing how Cameron could do his work and not think about wanting to have some fun! She couldn''t imagine just working at the hospital and not being able to do her patterns at all. Andrea told him about her brother''s latest schemes and how her patterns occurred. She couldn''t help but tell him about the funny cheese story and any others that sprang to her mind at the time. That was a weird time for her, he had started to smile before she had finished telling the story and she wondered if he was smiling at something else. Then all he said was, "I am certain it would have been an engaging moment for you, Andrea." All this, made work relatively easy and Andrea started to make sure that she had an ear plugs in her ears, as though she was singing, except she was either answering Cameron''s question or asking him one instead. And when she wasn''t around Cameron, her music was just an added bonus she tended to like. Every now and then, Andrea did mishap and with witnesses, and she would have to be silent and give Cameron a signal that she couldn''t talk at that moment, which was strange, but he seemed to understand. Another thing that became noticeable to Andrea, was that Cameron didn''t show up all the time. He seemed to show up at the front of the hospital, lucky for her she was to clean that nearly every working day. But it seemed quite random when he showed up in other areas, so, for when he did, not only did Andrea slow down her work but she did some extra work in the area to stay there longer. What Andrea failed to realize, was that Cameron didn''t ''show up'' randomly. The picture that had been drawn by her sister, has the answers of where Cameron appears, except for one other place. Andrea did spend her time at home wondering what the hell she was doing and would nearly call the ghost buster number, to try and get her shadow life back to normal again. Then, when Andrea was with Cameron, she would think of that and decide that she was just scared of something different, something that might actually become a life changing event for her. Andrea started getting over being her worst enemy by that Friday and told Cameron about what she knew of ghosts and why she felt that way. Cameron had politely and patiently reminded her that he was not a ghost, but a spirit, which still made no difference to her own outcome. Andrea found out more about the ''spirit'' world and he found out more of Earth. He had said no to flying, when she tried to describe what it was, and she had told him about planes. He seemed to acknowledge then, that he could teleport, but didn''t know how it was achieved. Cameron told her about how everything can be at their disposal without even moving, all they had to do was think about it. She told him about exercising, asking him about gaining weight, but he had no idea what that was. It was great to leave a room and be laughing, something she can''t remember doing because it was that long ago. "So, let me get this right, you have been a ''spirit'' for about thirteen years...And your years are, give or take, to about fifty to sixty Earth days?" Andrea said, concentrating more so than asking. "So, that''s about...Two years...?" Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Cameron smiled at her response, "That sounds about right, by the looks of it you know as much as I do that this universe is quite large. Our planet rotates around the sun ''Stylus'' in 56 days." Andrea huffed, "I''m actually starting to believe you aren''t a ghost, and that''s really quite frustrating, how am I to ever see that you are real, how am I ever to find you out there?...We have only ever traveled to the moon..." Cameron looked down at his hands and said, "Well, I have not looked too far in the way of beyond our planet, in that respect¡­" Andrea interrupted, "Astrology." "Astrology?" Cameron asked. "Astrology. The science of stars or whatever, the planets I guess." Andrea shrugged. Cameron nodded in acceptance and repeated, "Astrology. What a perfect word. I believe I will make that my next knowledgeable source for information that might have to do with what is transpiring here." Andrea stopped her work and looked at Cameron, smiling, she decided she liked the way he spoke. She remembered older movies, or movies that where about the older times, and it was like Cameron had belonged there. Finding her usual garden, curious acquaintance, looking at her, she waved and went back to work. Andrea moved faster and tried not to make a deal of talking too much. Not understanding why, Andrea got a bit angry, putting too much force to her mop and scrubbing that little bit harder, washed some of her anger out, but still left the confusion. With Friday out and one day left, Andrea realized that she hadn''t wished to be around her safe place so much this week, in fact, she hadn''t thought about it much at all. Her knew friend was starting to change her life drastically and not knowing much more to do Andrea just felt like she should just let it happen, confusing her even more. *** Saturday morning came too quick, as Andrea got out of bed, she heard the phone ringing. Having to race down the hallway before the machine would pick it up, Andrea was puffing when she answered the phone. "Hello" "Good morning¡­Miss Sage. Dianne Calling from "Wider Searchers", I received a call from you and I''m sorry for the late reply, I was wondering if you still required my help on some ''out of this world'' kind of search?" Andrea didn''t know how to reply to the unknown voice at the other end. To tell or not to tell. Andrea remembered that she did leave it up to fate, but to her surprise, she only responded with, "Ah, yeah, I have a slight feeling of disturbance. Uh, I''d feel better if you were to check out a place for me, just to make myself feel better, as I work there and all." It didn''t feel right to go into details. "Sure! Now with company policy, we like to give results! We would like to offer the full package with a price of two hundred and fifty dollars, which includes¡­" Andrea cut off the caller to say, "All I want is a reading, to know if a ghost is present or not. Maybe we''ll go from there." "No worries, all we need is your credit card number¡­" Again, surprising herself, Andrea interrupted, "You will get paid if I am pleased, you have my word." Silence filled the other side of the line and Andrea wondered if they had hung up on her. But they did respond with, "Ok Andrea, just a moment I will refer you to the owner, thank you¡­" Andrea heard piano music and was just about ready to hang up in anger, when she heard a male voice on the other line. "Hello there, Miss Sage, my name is Piet. Sorry to take up so much of your time, there are some company rules here, as we''ve been unpaid before, what I could do for you is make it so that we only hold your money and if you are not pleased, we can put it right back onto your account. Would that be an option you''d like to take by chance?" Andrea sighed, "Ok, something like that, but you aren''t the only one that has been out of pocket before." The owner seemed quite genuine and Andrea parted with half the price through the internet, knowing that if she was to use her credit card, it may very well be her own fault, if things didn''t work out. The owner seemed quite pleased that a half bill was paid. He was willing to wait until the job was complete, to get the other half, and got the hospital information from Andrea. To her surprise, he was going to come out today to do it, then Andrea hang up and rushed to get ready for work. For some reason, she was worried about what Cameron would think about what she had just done and whether or not to believe him as a ''spirit'' in another world in the universe, or a ''ghost'' just waiting for the white light. Andrea was starting to get used to her feelings away from Cameron and decided she would just tell him anyway, just because she was just plain curious about his reaction. But, she was a little bit anxious and wouldn''t know how to start that kind of conversation...Wouldn''t it make him upset that she hadn''t completely accepted him as a ''spirit'' yet? *** Being at work on Saturday''s, was something Andrea forgot about. Her daily jobs were slightly different and by one in the afternoon, with no sight of Cameron, Andrea started to wonder where he had gone. On her lunch break, Andrea decided to go to the garden and at least try to go back to normal. Sitting down on her garden chair, Andrea closed her eyes and pictured the week gone by. With her photograph memory the pictures seemed to go together as though she was living them again. At times she smiled and at times a frown was caught on her face. One of those frowns where caught by Cameron. "Hello, Andrea." Andrea jumped, slightly shaken out of her trance and looked around. Smiling at Cameron, she nodded her acknowledgement and her eyes fell on her curious acquaintance again, only to see some unmet man standing there talking to her. The curious eyes were followed by pointing fingers at Andrea herself. The unmet man looked over at her and started walking towards her. Suddenly aware on who this person may be, Andrea realized she hadn''t spoken to Cameron yet and realized that this may not go down so well. "Sorry Cameron, have to go," she got up and went as fast as she could to the man and walked him out of the garden, before she felt bad about doing it. "Hello Miss Sage. I am Piet, we met on the phone earlier today." Andrea stopped walking and returned his greeting, "Piet, nice to meet you." Piet was silent for a moment and looked towards the garden, from where they had came from, and back at Andrea. "Is that one of the places that you feel a disturbance, Miss Sage?" Andrea looked from the garden, to Piet and nodded only saying, "It''s Andrea, ah¡­Yes." Without saying another word, Piet went into the garden and looked around, after about two minutes, Andrea walked in, unsure of what to think or say. She saw Cameron looking at some kind of see through book, on the chair, where she had left him. Another two minutes went by, and finally, Cameron noticed her, and Andrea nodded towards Piet. Andrea straightened herself, noticing that Piet was actually looking at her. "What is it?" He asked in complete interest. Andrea shrugged and looked at the ground, hoping that was the normal approach to this sort of thing. Cameron was close by, she could tell, and his voice didn''t scare her like it used to. " I thought you had not spoken to anyone about me¡­" Cameron was looking at Andrea, forcing her to look away and back at Piet again. Piet was still watching Andrea, now with even more interest, as though he knew... Andrea had no idea what to do, she felt upset at herself for getting into such a mess. Cameron was next to her now, "Do not be upset Andrea. Nothing is wrong." Andrea looked up at Cameron, "I feel like I''ve done something wrong. I still don''t know how my life got so totally out of control." Piet spoke, reminding Andrea that he was still there, "Are you talking to someone Andrea? Is there someone else here?" Andrea bit her lip, not wanting to give away her secret. "I was¡­Have you found?" Andrea sighed, "I have to go back to work." And before they both could say anything, Andrea turned and walked away. The rest of the afternoon was slow. Cameron didn''t show up and Andrea wasn''t sure whether she was looking out for him or not. Her job was talking its toll, as she was not concentrating enough. She dropped things and was taking the long way to her other areas. Her boss came up to her when she still had two areas to finish, telling her to work quicker and that she was falling behind the last couple of days, making Andrea feel even worse. Picking up her speed, Andrea tried not to think about anything, knowing that if she were to think, she may just walk out. Volume 1, Chapter 4
After signing off, she walked to her car, unable to help but feel she couldn''t wait to get out of there. Sitting down, Andrea remembered the feeling of being lost. How can her life turn upside down in the space of a week or two? Closing her eyes, Andrea scouted through her mind, from when things were normal, to now. Blanking her mind, Andrea counted to ten, thinking of flowers and a light summer breeze near a beach. Smiling, she opened her eyes and nearly screamed when she saw Piet walking towards her from the doors of the hospital. Quickly putting herself together, she winded her window down and prepared herself for a conversation. "Hi Piet, did you find anything today?" Piet came to a stop in front of her window and leaned against her car, "Ah, not sure, I may need another day or two. Actually, I was wondering¡­" Piet smiled and breathed in, "If you''d like to go to dinner with me?" Andrea was stunned, her hand fell down from the steering wheel and accidentally hit the windscreen wipers on. Piet''s laughter put Andrea in a foul mood as she turned them off. "Well thanks for that, but I''m pretty busy these days." Turning on the car, Andrea smiled at Piet and started to put the window up again. Piet quickly said, "I''m sorry, I didn''t mean to offend you. Business then, I will call you when I know of some news¡­Have a nice weekend, Andrea." Andrea smiled, nodded and left, wishing she had learnt to speed off when she was younger and more reckless. Man, she thought, what is it with men noticing me lately. Andrea wasn''t sure what it was, but she didn''t want it anymore, nothing in her opinion has changed. She was not interested, and single was going to be it! Deciding that it was time to have some pattern extreme time, Andrea headed towards an exit on the highway, that she had only taken once before. Thinking she could have handled that day better, Andrea suddenly curved, just missing a car cutting her off. Ok, she thought, it¡¯s not worth thinking of today if It''s going to kill me! Turning into one street and then another, Andrea found herself on a road that she wasn''t even sure of the suburb. It was a T intersection, houses on one side and a park on the other. There was a fence around the park, with only two people in it, a young female pushing a toddler on a swing. Andrea pulled up along the curve and put her car windows down, it seemed windy enough to get a breeze and that made Andrea feel quite refreshed. Watching the people inside of the park was quite nerving, Andrea knew she wanted kids at one stage, but she''d been so busy and hadn''t really thought about it till now. Argh, she thought, what the hell is happening to me! I am not going to get clucky! Andrea didn''t understand how going to a park would get her thinking about kids, when normally it doesn''t. All she would normally see is patterns, it¡¯s like she was emotionless when being in a park, just seeing things instead. Why today of all days would I be thinking differently? She thought, while searching her car for a something to munch on. Andrea found one of the cheap home brand muesli bars, that were one month over the used by date, and tried to remember when it was put there. Searching her mind, Andrea remembered her niece but thought it would have nothing to do with her and thought otherwise. Ah, the trip to Stradbroke Island, she had taken some things, it must have somehow fallen out of my bag. Andrea remembered the day, she had gotten off the big boat that took an hour from the bay, and she had gone off to some bit of the island that was high above the water and it was so lovely there. Wind going through my hair, waves crashing over the rocks, birds somewhere nearby in the woods and a few other people talking. Opening her eyes, she saw that the young lady was looking at her, Andrea doubted her frown was seen, but a wave might be, as she waved. Andrea rolled her eyes, knowing pretty well what she may be feeling, worried, as though Andrea may all of a sudden pull out a gun or take her child. Andrea smiled then and tried to picture herself in the young lady''s eyes, thinking that if she was her, she would get the child and go home, hoping not to bring too much attention to herself. After another ten minutes, Andrea was wondering why she hadn''t come up with anything yet, her mind was blank. Her memories gave her nothing...The park with the people, who are gone now, gave her nothing and being in a place she had not ever been to before, gave her nothing...This hadn''t really happened to her before... Andrea got frustrated and after another twenty minutes, started the car. No use hanging round here, she thought. The car was idling, her feet were ready to use the accelerator and clutch, but she was stuck. Her gut was telling and showing her a place that she did not want to go, a place that was a favorite between her and her sister, but a place she had not gone to since. Roma Street Parklands, situated in the middle of Brisbane City, a place quite like a sanctuary and like hell all at once¡­ The last time Andrea had been there, was the last time her sister was out of the hospital, her sister having only wanted one thing. To go to their special place, to look over the city up high on the grassland where the fireworks could be seen. To see so many people go to places in their cars, people playing cricket or with a Frisbee, kids rolling down the hill, making her and her sister laugh. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. That place held a memory of her sister, the one with the cancer, holding her as Andrea cried, knowing that time was near, and time was coming to an end, as the cancer had become terminal. Andrea had cried, putting wet splotches on her sister''s shoulder, also making her sweater get wrinkles, by Andrea holding her clothes. Shaking her head, Andrea tried to get rid of the images from her past, on how had her sister had just sat there, happy to just cuddle her other half, to wait till the tears had come to an end¡­ Silence had filled the air between them then, silence of acceptance, silence of tears and silence of Andrea making any kind of deal about herself. Andrea had realized that things had been too much about her, about losing her two-minute older sister, that Andrea was not going to have a normal life after she was gone. So, after that day, Andrea started to make things more about her sister instead, about the one that wasn''t going to experience life anymore, that she wasn''t going to have more time to take on a partner, have kids and she wasn''t going to live a life with her loved ones. Andrea scrapped a tear from her cheek and returned her hand back to the stirring wheel, only just now realizing that she was going up the road towards Roma Street Parklands. How did I get here? Andrea asked herself, how had I just lost the last half an hour of my life? A minute later, Andrea pulled up at the cliff, near where her and her sister''s favorite spot was, and turned the engine off. Locking the car and only taking the keys with her, Andrea walked to the grassy lands where there were some trees and random spots on the hill, and that''s where, for some reason, Cameron was playing with some kind of string, as though waiting for her. Andrea walked towards Cameron and found herself crying. Sitting on the park bench, Andrea just let the whole story of her sister out, from when they were kids, playing in sprinklers, to the cancer that had killed her sole. And, like her sister, Cameron let Andrea cry it all out, she knew that if he could have held her, he would have. The moon was out with stars filling up the black sky, when Andrea finally fell silent. The silence was different this time, the place was also different. Andrea looked around, feeling like she had woken from a deep sleep, seeing a few people walking and cars waiting at the nearby traffic lights. Turning to Cameron, Andrea took a breath in, feeling the freshness of cold night air. "I think I should go home now." Cameron was looking back at her, he put his hand up to touch her face, and making his hands stop only millimeters from her skin. "I feel your pain Andrea, it hurts, and you need to release it. I would dislike seeing you as a transper, as you would not belong there. And in my world¡­That is what you would be." Andrea shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I''ve been holding on to the past too much, my sister was my life, but by the looks of it, I need to make my life be exactly that, mine. Ahh¡­I feel all cried out!" Cameron smiled, "Yes I believe you accomplished a good deal today, I see you have taken quite a load of your shoulders and your aura seems to have changed color. I am proud of you Andrea." Andrea sighed and smiled, "Thank you, I appreciate the total ''letting me cry'' thing, I didn''t expect to see you here and with the thoughts I was thinking¡­" Trailing off in her sentence, Andrea realized she didn''t want to go there again, that she did feel good and that change was going to happen. Andrea looked up and put her hand close to his hand, that was still near her face, their eyes were locked, watching the other''s face. She was going to do something, but the sudden electricity made time stop and thinking was out of the question. Cameron''s other hand came up to her mouth, touching nothing, but giving off sensational feelings to her. Andrea breathed in and closed her eyes, there was only a slight niggle in her head, saying the usual, that this was not what she wanted. But she didn''t move, it was like she was supposed to be there, at that moment, to experience the unbelievable. Andrea opened her eyes to Cameron, who was doing the same. He pulled his hands away, which to her astonishment, she wasn''t ready for. Cameron looked up and started to glow, making Andrea move back a bit, out of fright. He said, without any distress, "Do not be scared Andrea, it is a calling. This is very normal, I have to go¡­" Cameron tried to touch her cheek again, "I will see you soon." With that, Cameron vanished, it reminded her of movies, of how people were just there and then they weren''t, like teleportation. After a minute, Andrea was just about to leave, when Cameron popped right back up again, just a few meters away, checking a see-through pad. Andrea was just about to announce her being there, when she saw something out the corner of her eye. There was a see through being there, looking more like a ghostly figure, just moving around slightly reckless, giving Andrea the feeling that it was hurt, or in pain. Cameron put on something to his ears and Andrea could actually hear something, as though someone else was there with them. Standing up, not sure where to go, but having curiosity have the best of her, Andrea leaned forward to try and make out what was going on. Then, she heard crying and a voice similar to her own, then heard another voice that sounded like her mother. With that, Andrea moved closer again and found herself hearing her sister''s voice and hers, reminding her of the last moments that they had together. Cameron finally spotted Andrea, he looked a bit worried and off guard, giving her the impression, he did not want her there in the least, but Andrea continued to go closer. She heard more and more, giving her more memories, Andrea could not take it anymore and said a name she had not spoken in two years, "Amie?" Cameron was mortified, Andrea could hear it in his voice when he said, "Andrea, you must leave. You should not be here." Andrea kept hearing her sister''s voice with her own, with her mother''s and brother''s, even the doctor''s and again she found herself repeating her sister''s name, "Amie?" A familiar voice was heard over the herd of others, "Andy?" Andrea looked at Cameron then back at a black see through figure, falling to her knees with more tears in her eyes, Andrea said, "Amie, what are you doing here?" Cameron sighed and sat down next to Andrea, "I have been looking for faces such as yours in the spirit world, I only found one. I came to believe that was your sister, but I wasn''t certain, now I am sure it is your mother." Andrea stammered, "¡­My mum?" "Yes, and I believed there was more to find, when I was last called to help a transper, I looked for more faces like yours, and I found this one¡­" Andrea interrupted, "My sister Amillia. Why is she here?" "I have read up a lot about our history, I was quite taken by the fact that you were real, just not here. A subject who questions, is not looked upon well, there was little in the way of information, but I just had to find out. Asking questions is not our way. I believe somehow, your people are connected to ours. She is residing here, Andrea, because she has not transitioned, there is something keeping her in turmoil. And I believe, with the brief contact I''ve had with her, that it is you." Cameron stopped, seeing something she wasn''t through his eyes, "She wants to talk to you." Andrea moved her head to the'' nothingness'' that held something, and said again, "Amie?" "Andy, you were holding onto too much, I knew somehow that you were trying to, for so long, to let it go. But it was recent that it really worked. I feel like I may not worry about you anymore. I love you." Her sister''s words were over whelming, how could she have let Amillia down? Not only does her sister want her to have a life, but now, also Andrea herself does too. Simply, Andrea said, "I love you too Amie." A tear fell onto her cheek and she sniffed. Putting herself together was going to take awhile, but Andrea knew she was going to try her damned hardest now, she was going to make up for all that turmoil her sister went through because of her. Cameron looked at her and smiled, "She is gone. Amillia has transitioned." Andrea nodded, slowly at first and then faster, knowing that''s what was best for her. "Thank you, Cameron, I think I needed that. Get my life back in order. Still sort of unbelievable, but hey definitely something good." Cameron smiled, "It is good to see you like this Andrea, a huge event occurred, extra ordinary even, but you keep together and seemed to understand what transpired. You are quite amazing." Andrea looked up at Cameron and smiled, "I''ll see you soon ok, there''s something I gotta do¡­And Cameron¡­Thanks" With that Andrea left and got in her car, looking back only once more, to see Cameron glow and disappear. *** Volume 1, Chapter 5
A sore hip woke Connor up, and going to stretch, he nearly lost his balance to fell to the floor. With a mumble, he remembered he''d fallen asleep on the recliner again, then with another mumble, he then pushed with his legs to put the recliner down. Standing straight was a little difficult and he swayed a bit on his feet, and he started to remember the night before. The TV was still on, the PlayStation was still on, his esky had water in it and two beers were now warm. Everything right where I left it, he thought smiling. He took a step towards the toilet and felt something sloppy on the floor, a puddle, he let out a knowing mumble and he kept walking. While waking up he was wondering in what way to look after his little mishap from last night, either the newspaper or the paper towel. Lazy or the boring cleanliness? He thought, hard choice... Kicking a bottle with his toe, made him jump around and he held back a few swear words, thinking cleanliness might be the way to go today¡­After a smoke. Connor was out the front of his house, half way through his smoke, when he realized that people were looking at him. Looking down to see that he had only his boxers on, he laughed, he knew that he was still a little drunk. Putting on some music, after he got back inside, he started rocking his head, but decided against it when it made him dizzy. Connor decided that half an hour was enough work as the place was ok, good enough for him, and went for a shower. Just as he was getting dressed his alarm went off, only making him think that at least he wouldn''t be late for work. "G''day mate, thought you were ganna chuck a sicky?" Connor said to the guard out the front of the library building. "Nah, need the money, the misses wants a new car." "Then why doesn''t she go to work then?" Connor asked, knowing he seemed to be one of those guys that were owned by his partner. "Yeah yeah, you know how it is." The guard responded. Connor nodded, a thought came to mind that matched the situation most perfectly, a whip cracking! Walking into the library, he saw that his favourite receptionist was out the front and he leaned on the counter. "Hey sexy, how was ya weekend?" The young female adult looked sideways at Connor, and said, "I''m busy Connor." Connor turned to be in her line of vision and said, "I don''t see any customers Sarah, come on, you can''t expect me to go past and not at least try and act charming." Sarah laughed, "Charming? Please¡­" Connor knew this wasn''t going anywhere, so instead he thought he''d try and turn the situation over, "Ok fair enough, I''ll just have to take someone else clubbing then¡­" And Connor started to walk away. "Clubbing, as in free drinks?" He heard her say, secretly smiling before turning around, then he nodded at her. "I''ll go...If I can take my friends with me." Connor knew that she was trying to push her advantage of being sexy, even adding the lowered eyes and smile. Connor laughed, turned and started walking, glad to have the advantage, "Sorry sweetheart, the deal was for one, see ya around." Connor was sure people around here knew him as a sleaze bag, he was an arsehole, but he was so used to it. He had an athletic body, in which he used well with women, though, even one-night stands were becoming rare lately. Having dark brown, short hair that he rarely brushed, seemed to add to his appeal and women generally came up to him without him having to work hard at all... Working at the library in Brisbane was easy, the only thing he was afraid of, was losing his job to some robotic thing that makes him mute. But while he had the easiest job, he was going to at least try and keep it. Anyone can put away books, sort them out, scan them and whatever else that he may have learnt in the last one and a half years. But the library did help him with something else too. He did get the small chance to read poems and make his own on the spot. Connor knew that being an arsehole was just a cover up for being a wuss inside, how many men out there liked writing poems? He thought. His weakness didn''t disappear when he thought of other famous male poets...Instead, it made him dislike himself even more. For quite some years now, he felt like he wasn''t living the life that was given to him, feeling more so that he was denied the privilege to lead the ''real'' one that he was supposed to live. He had the certain suspicion he wasn''t very good in a previous life, but always laughed it off, telling himself that he didn''t care afterwards. How nice it would be to be a normal man that was good at brick laying, he thought, it sucks that the only thing that comes natural to me is putting words on paper! He kept his poems in his locker and they only came out during his lunch, sometimes, so he thought he was quite safe of not being caught with it. He knew why he was like this, his father didn''t like his mother doing them and told her to get another hobby and threw what she had in the loundroom fire. Connor didn''t understand his father, he would boost about things that he was personally proud of...But anything that didn''t qualify to his standards, had to be discarded. Poems weren''t the only things that he deemed something to be discarded, of course. He knew of his father''s upbringing and it being more difficult than his own, but also knew because of himself, that people can change and that is why he didn''t understand. His mother let him do it, no yelling at him, no hitting in anger, she just accepted that her work had just been burnt. His father was just another thing that Connor tried to laugh off and tell himself that he didn''t care... A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. He had liked his mother''s work, he also understood why she''s locked up any others that she has made since. Of course, poems didn''t always come naturally to Connor, in fact, he could go months without writing a decent one... Either way, he didn''t want to think about poems anymore, he was a man for crying out loud! Connor put his head phones on and did his work, while rocking his head. *** Finished for the day, Connor walked out the back to his car. The usual, he thought, takeaway, get some booze and then off home to get slaughtered! His favorite drink wasn''t on special, but, like always, a popular one was. Connor quickly tried to make a decision, and ended up with the popular one, saying he''ll make it up to himself and get his favorite drink when he gets paid next. Stopping afterwards into the takeaway shop, he picked up a meal and went home. Closing the garage door, Conner tripped over a shoe and nearly fell over. He got used to being clumsy back in high school, though, the other problem of being lazy is something newer. Connor had decided, some time ago, that tripping wasn''t his fault and things just spring up out of nowhere...He could have prevented tripping just now if he cared more, but he wasn''t going to worry about that now, time for shooting games and some takeaway! Swearing his ass off, putting crumbs on the floor, making the remote sticky and drinking himself silly...The night went as the usual for Connor and he fell asleep, again, on the recliner and holding the remote. *** Waking to the alarm, Connor stretched and went to roll over, causing him to meet the floor. Laughing, he slowly got up, only to fall again a step away. These kind of days for Connor were getting more normal by the day. Finally making it to work, just a little late, Connor walked straight passed Sarah. "Not ganna ask me out today, Connor?" Connor turned his head to smile at her, "Nope, only ya friends!" A quick glance back, before he was out of her sight, he saw her shake her head and mutter, "Asshole!" Running up the stairs, he got a cramp and nearly fell right back down them. Connor leaned against the wall and slowly breathed in and out. He knew he was driving himself into the dirt and that he had to stop, get back up again, like he had before... Waiting for his cramp to dissipate he remembered a face, one that was just like his own. He tried to picture him say, ''What are you doing!? Get back on your feet!'' Connor only got more like an arsehole, then somebody with a life plan, and people seemed to leave him alone. Unable to declare the difference between wanting or needing to be alone, he just decided it was better. Just as he clocked in, his phone rang. Oh man, he thought, do I or don''t I? He ended up answering the phone, "Yeah, Sup." "Connor?" The other line said. Conner shock his head in agitation, "Who else?" "Uh, yeah, I wanted to ask you if you''d be free tonight. Would it be ok to watch Bailey? I know It''s short notice, but we had something come up¡­" Connor didn''t want to go into details with his sister, so he simply said, "Yeah sure, what time?" "Six?" Conner agreed and put an alarm in his phone to remind him, he''d probably forget before he finished work if he didn''t, which only made him laugh. Heavy metal was his music today and things seemed to have gone quicker. At his lunch break, Conner was feeling rather skittish in some kind of weird way, which he knew was for a strange poem. After he had his lunch, out the back, he got his pad out and lit a smoke. Connor kept thinking the word ¡®Goes¡¯, so that''s how it started. After about twenty minutes, Connor quickly went back over his work. For you there is a story, A long one, as it seems. Lot''s to describe, lots to count, or it won''t come much of a dream. Everything makes sense, and the right characters are set. Only for the camera and lights, and action you will get. Is it too long? It''s hard to tell. With an included song, to go with the special smell. I suppose I must end now, I suppose I must go. Because it goes on and on, but only as nice, long and slow. Connor nearly tore the piece of paper apart, he had hardly any idea what it was about! Looking at it a third time though, he decided that he liked it and told it, "For now you''ve proven yourself worthy to stay in my book, be nasty...That''s it, you''re gone!" Rushing to work, Connor didn''t put his notebook back into his locker and it was still in his pocket when he went to see his nephew. His sister was out the door very quick, only asking if he was sure, before she left. Connor didn''t care, and shrugging had seemed enough for her as he walked into the loundroom, where the six-year-old was watching TV. "Hey buddy, What''s goin on?" Bailey waved backwards at him, without taking his eyes from the TV. Connor sat down, already wishing he was home, and at least there he could have a drink. ...But he wasn''t. Watching children''s shows just didn''t entertain Conner anymore, and he wondered how it did at some point. Sighing, he sat there and endured it...It seemed that loving his nephew came with a price, and he was sure that price would be repaid one day! Connor did change his mind about kids shows though, he didn''t realize how much jokes actually were made were they included adults. For a small moment, he wondered how much jokes he didn''t understand when he had been little. Eight came rather quickly and Conner had been told that was Bailey''s bedtime, so he said to Bailey, "Ready for bed mate?" Bailey just shook his head and continued watching TV, not giving any indication of moving. Conner sat there, half an hour wasn''t a problem and he could do that. So, he sat there, trying to get answers about school out of his nephew, even best friends or what he''s been up to...It was officially the most boring babysit he''s ever had... Finally, eight thirty came along and Conner turned the TV off at the end of a show. "Time for bed buddy." Bailey finally turned to look at him, he seemed uncertain, but still got up and started to walk slowly to the toilet. Conner wondered whether he should ask or not? He decided to wait, just in case, he didn''t want to be the over bearing uncle. Way too much work! Conner gave him three minutes to finish in the bathroom and got up. Bailey was so quiet, Conner didn''t know where he was. "Bailey?" He found him in his room, looking up from his bed at Conner. He looked scared and Conner felt absolutely sure he had to sit through this one. "What''s wrong mate?" "I''m scared." "Nothing to be scared about mate, I''m right here." Bailey pulled his sheets higher, "But there are monsters here when the lights are off." Conner put his hand over Bailey''s head, trying to comfort him, hoping it was working, "There''s no such thing as monster¡¯s mate." "But there is!" Bailey seemed quite certain of that fact, so Conner tried a different angle. "Ok well, maybe there is a monster, but he''s not all bad¡­Maybe he is fun and wants to play with you, not scare you." Bailey seemed to lighten up a bit, "You mean, he''s friendly?" Conner smiled, hoping to send out the idea that he knew what he was talking about, "He very well could be¡­You never know, he could be right there outside of your window trying to keep the bad monsters out!" "Really?" Bailey smiled. "Really mate, I wouldn''t be surprised if nothing comes in tonight because of that nice, little monster."...What the hell am I saying!? Bailey seemed quite content with that news and snuggled further into his bed. "Goodnight Uncle C" "Night mate, I''m right here ok, no one will hurt you while I''m here, remember my karate chop?" Conner said. Bailey smiled up at him, "Yes" and laughed. Conner kissed his nephew and turned off the light. Time will tell if he falls asleep, might as well get that going, he thought. Volume 1, Chapter 6
Conner walked back to the loundroom of his sister¡¯s place, stood there, and then made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find some booze. What the hell do these people live on, Conner thought, as he searched the cupboard''s...Nothin, you''re kidding! Well, they had vegetables and fruit. Yogurt, eggs and leftovers...The cupboards had cereals, spreads and other ingredients, but...As far as Connor was concerned, that was a waste of space! Conner was just about to give up, when he saw a cupboard above the microwave, ah, he thought, and that is where they hide the stash! Conner choose the highest percentage alcohol they had, which was close enough to his favourite. Filling half a glass, he told himself he hasn''t touched anything tonight, so he needed a big dose, then he filled the other half with anything black that sparkles. Sitting down, he turned the TV on and changed the channel, Connor wasn''t sure what he wanted to watch¡­ He realized that Bailey had been watching a movie but didn''t even care to press stop or even get up to put it away. Fixing himself, so he was comfortable, he found that he still had his notepad in his pocket. Pulling it out, he put it on the table with his phone, making sure he wouldn''t forget it, as he wouldn''t forget his phone. Flipping through the channels, Conner was certain nothing was half as good as playing his games at home. Looking at his notebook, he decided he''d look for a pen and try to see if he can do something while he was by himself, maybe his nephew being here would help him. Conner sat there with his eyes closed, not bothering to keep them open, and tried to come up with an idea. Kids, Kids and monsters, Kids hate monsters, monsters aren''t real! He thought, bad kids, good kids, bad monsters¡­.Good monsters. An hour went by rather quickly, and Conner came up with something that may very well help his nephew, with his fear of monsters. Looking over his work, Conner seemed quite proud. Once upon a time there was a monster, of sorts, He was full of freckles and warts. He lived by himself, in a sweet little home, People who lived nearby, left him along. He wasn''t known very well in the town, Especially by the royals who wore a crown. But one day, a six-year-old girl skipped by, And when she saw him, she didn''t cry. For what she saw only made her curious. She smiled at him, as though he was glorious. He was stunned, to be noticed at all, And of all people, a sweet little girl. As days went by, she skipped closer to him, And after some more time, she found his name was Tim. They talked about tea parties and dolls, Pretended to play barbies and trolls. The young girl turned into a teen, To her, the other boys and girls were mean. This creature that everyone seemed to dislike, could go jump or take a hike! For Tim was great at a lot of things, Not only talking and playing, but he sings! He was her very special friend, a friend to have for years, Even now older, having a yarn and some beers! People started to learn that this ''monster'' was great, And he became everyone''s best mate! He decided to make a note for Bailey''s parents, that if he gets scared, tell him that there are good monsters out there as well as bad. To his surprise, not long after he finished his letter, his sister came home with her partner, who seemed to have vanished rather quickly. Conner seemed keen to go, he finished his drink and put the glass into the sink, made sure he had everything, and he started for the door. But his sister stopped him, saying, "Was he good?" "Yeah, no troubles, I left you a note." Connor wanted to leave already. "I thought he''d be worried about going to bed." His sister seemed to be distracted. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Connor wanted things to be easier, "Yeah, he was fine, I talked to him about it. What I said worked for tonight, it¡¯s in the note I left." Take the hint already! "Thank you, I appreciate it, Conner" His sister seemed really sincere, and Connor hugged her, feeling as though she was holding something in. "I hope things are ok, sis." Connor let her go and went to go through the front door to his car. Half way there his sister stopped him saying, "It looks like we are getting a divorce." Conner stopped to look at his sister, it was a problem. She wanted to vent, and he just wanted to go home, "I''m sorry to hear it, I thought you guys were good." His sister sighed, "No, we have been trying to work it out for ages, but tonight we believed it to be the best option. I only hope we sorted things out right for Bailey''s sake." Conner looked down, not sure on what to say, "I''m sorry sis, sometimes things just don''t work out." His sister had stopped only a couple of steps away, putting her hand to her mouth now, acting like it would stop her from crying. "They aren''t. He seems quite certain that he isn''t in love with me anymore." Conner wanted to laugh, what a notion, he thought, his sister should know that he thought it was all crap! But he held it in and walked back to her. He knew if he was to say something, he would ruin the moment, so he just hugged her. And with that action, his sister, indeed, started to cry... Little pats and talking senseless things, seemed to help a little, she did mumble a few things that he didn''t understand, but it didn''t matter. He loved his sweet, little sister, she had so much in common to the person he wanted to be. He was a little jealous of her, to be who she is and not worry about her father''s words. Time went by slowly and Connor was just about ready to fall asleep when his sister pulled back and sighed. "Ok, safe trip home Connor, and please¡­.Look after yourself." She knew how terrible he lived but he still just nodded and left. Once out on the road, Connor finally let it out, ha! Like she knew how he must feel and how he didn''t care about looking after himself! *** Waking to the alarm the next day was easier than the day before. Not drinking much definitely had an advantage, he thought. Connor even did a load of washing before he left for work, nodding, he knew that it gave him tonight to drink! With that in mind and his rock music, his morning was good and easy. Connor decided he''d eat his lunch out the front this time, hiding didn''t seem fit to his good mood. Leaning against the stairs, that lead to the Art museum, Connor ate most of his lunch and lit a smoke. Trying to blow rings, he saw a good-looking female on her way towards the stairs. Trying to act like he wasn''t looking at such good eye candy, Connor had another drag of his smoke and discreetly watched her. The female was in no rush, no designer clothes, looking like she was on a holiday. Moving closer to the entry of the stairs, Connor stared longer, she looked quite happy making him look at her left hand and finding no ring. She had a certain appeal to her that Connor was unable to identify, he wasn''t normally one to hit on brunettes or girls that looked like they went to church. His eyes skimmed over her average figure and wondered why he felt like he knew her from somewhere. She was getting closer now and saw that he was there, she stopped walking and looked closer with her head, as though zooming in with her eyes. Connor wasn''t sure how to act, her face held different kinds of emotions, that changed every second. After a couple of seconds, the female started walking towards him again, but slower, like she was still deciding something in her head. Connor stood up straight and had another drag from his smoke, when she got close enough, he nodded his head, "Hi." She stopped in front of him to reply, "Hi." "Can I ask why you are looking at me funny?" He couldn''t help but ask. She stammered and put herself together again, "Just thought I was seeing a ghost is all." Her smile was genuine, surprising him that she actually meant it, she stayed where she was, waiting¡­Connor had no idea what it was that she wanted. But he did admit to himself that her smile was quite lovely, but even though he was happily admitting this, he still felt like something was missing¡­ She leaned on one foot, unsure of herself by the look of it, and then stared right at him, "Cameron?" Connor fell against the wall of the stairs and nearly fell to the ground, it had been a long time since someone had thought he was his twin brother. Connor should have known it was coming by the look she had, why didn''t he think that! At least then he wouldn''t feel like such an idiot now with the inability to talk! He couldn''t believe how shocked he was and wondered if he''d ever get over people mixing him up with his brother... Trying to act normal, that he meant to have looked that way, he crooked his head and knew arsehole had to be it to get away, "I can be whoever you want me to be sweetheart." The female stared at him and raising her eyebrows, unimpressed. That was something new to him, he wondered how she had gone through his act straight away, to see under it. Then she shook her head, what the hell, Connor thought, who is this girl? She spoke again, "I''m sorry, I just thought you were someone else, that obviously you''re not." And started to walk past him to go down the stairs. Connor got a bit angry with the way she had said ''Obviously'', and he was going to let her know it! "Sorry if I don''t meet your standards, me lady!" Connor was flipping her off when she turned around, Connor didn''t expect her to do that and pulled his hand back with a guilty look on his face. Walking back to him she looked determined to do something, Connor was starting to back away. "What is your name?" She asked. Stopping in front of him, she put her hands on her hips and waited. Ah¡­So sexy¡­But what the hell is missing!? For some reason, he felt like he was in trouble, she looked like a teacher, a sexy teacher, one he''d sit at the front of class for. "Connor¡­Ah?...Yours?" After looking at him sideways, she spoke her name, "Andrea, Connor do you happen to have or had a brother, that looked just like you?" Connor liked how she went straight to the point, but he wasn''t just about to let her in on his whole life story, "What''s it to you?" Andrea got closer, making Connor move backwards, he saw her searching his eyes...Hey back off! After a moment she smiled, "It''s ok, I have my answer. I''ll say hello for you." Leaving Connor in shock, she walked away, still in no rush, and he was left unsure on what to think. Connor, relieving himself from the stairs, started walking towards the library, to turn back twice to see nothing there. That was way crazy, he thought, What the...What the hell did she mean ''Say hello for you''? Shaking his head, he put his earphones on to forget, something he knew he was good at. Volume 1, Chapter 7
Connor didn''t think of the strange occurrence again for the rest of the day, as he finished his work. He decided that he was going to go for a walk, before doing the usual of numbing himself with booze. Not far from the library was a place where the homeless got together, where people came to give them free food. He didn''t come here all that often anymore, but he thought he''d catch up on a mate of his, to see how he was going. Walking, he tried to see his mate through the little herd of people and getting closer, Connor believed his friend wasn''t even there. He was just about to turn around, when he saw someone that might know where his friend might be. He was seen before he got there, and he waved back to his friend''s friend. "Hey mate, haven''t seen you in a while, been busy hey? Reckon I could bum a smoke of ya?" Connor shrugged, "Yeah man, where''s Shane?" The other person put a hand on Connor and said, with a smile on his face, "He got up there man, you know he was last doing the magazine, he ended up getting a job in some warehouse hey. Yeah, he''s good man, you should go and see him." Connor smiled back, giving him a smoke, "That''s awesome, do you have his number or somethin?" A phone came out, which gave Connor the idea to bring his out and he got ''Shane''s'' number. "Thanks dude, nice to see ya again, get in there aye. Grubs up." Connor nodded towards the van pulling up. "Right on! I''m starvin"." He said, walking away. Connor didn''t see why it would be bad to ring his mate Shane now, so he did. They actually didn''t know all that much about each other, they just went through things together, which made them somewhat close in a weird way. Connor waited, and then waited again, as the line went to message bank. "Yo mate, its Connor, just got ya number from Pete and thought I''d give ya a call. Give us a call dude, let''s catch up sometime." Walking back to the library, he noticed someone under the bridge, looking out towards the Casino in the city. They were there just leisurely leaning against the railing¡­It wasn''t the relaxed posture that she used that caught his attention, with that small sexy figure and the clothes...He was pretty sure that it was that ''Andrea'' chick! Stuck in place, on whether to go ask some questions and make the tally go to his favour instead of hers, Connor wondered if it would be worth it. Looking back to the library where his car was, he started walking towards it. It wasn¡¯t worth it¡­ "Connor¡­" Her yell told him to stop, and so he turned to see her running towards him. Sighing, he stood there waiting, not wanting to meet her halfway. As much as he very much liked that figure running towards him, with her tits moving so seductively¡­ Ah, there was something wrong here, Connor thought. Her body looks great and all but the personality¡­ "Connor, sorry, uh I was wondering. Oh wow, didn''t think this was going to be so hard to ask. Uh, please tell me about Cameron." She looked up at him, waiting for his response, yet Connor didn''t know whether to laugh or just turn to continue to his car. "I know this seems weird, I''ve been there, but I know that I would like to hear who he was." Connor sighed, nothing was working, nothing seemed to be making sense and he didn''t want to be here. "Look, Andrea is it? I''m off home, I need a drink, something to eat, maybe in that order. You can either come with me or get nothing. I''m not in the mood to stand here all night." And with that, Connor walked towards his car and for the two-minute walk, she was following. Connor wondered if he had said the right thing, as she was most definitely thinking he would take her with him. He saw that she even waited patiently at the passenger side door for him to unlock it! Taking a moment, he thought about the fact that he could potentially let some psycho into his car, what if she was a thief? Then another thought came to him and that was¡­How can she stand there thinking I meant what I had said? She followed me all this way like a loyal puppy! Strange... Connor looked at her, as she was staring back at him and he couldn''t help his curiosity. He unlocked the door, admitting to himself that there was something about her that he just had to find out. Another factor was that she seemed to look really pretty...Her looks seemed to already play a weakness to him, yet, for some reason, that was it...When she looked at him or talked to him, he felt nothing. It was unexplainable... As he started the car, Connor shrugged, he didn''t seem to find the want to care of the potential bad that could happen anyway. If she were a thief, she might not find anything in his messy home. If she were some psycho, perhaps she¡¯ll be some entertainment tonight¡­ Unlocking the door for her, she got in and he was worried about any future times she might do this...What if she gets into a creep¡¯s car one day? Well one besides myself¡­ He admitted then, that he was also still a bit freaked out by Andrea! As he drove, he side glanced at Andrea, thinking it was the strangest evening with the strangest girl, and felt it was going to go all wrong with those odds! He asked if she wanted anything from the takeaway store and booze shop, at first, she said no but accepted a small meal and a normal bottle of booze with some coke. This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Connor parked his car out the front of his garage and cut the motor, he didn''t want to ask, but he was curious. "How do you know my brother''s name?" Finally looking at her, she was just about to put a chip into her mouth, but she stopped and looked at him. Connor waited for her to answer, he was just about to give up and get out, when she replied, "He told me." Connor nearly spoke out of anger to the shortness of her answer, but decided to get out, with a few mumbles. Obviously, she had to have met him prior to his death...But, he himself would have remembered seeing Andrea! Connor was confused. He thought the car was no use for an argument, but really, his house wasn''t either. This was too silly for Connor that he didn''t care, if she wanted to go home, the earlier the better. At the door of his house, he turned to her, again, she was eating a chip. He looked at her sexy lips, slowly chewing, and then her eyes, that were lowered like she felt it wrong to be here or something. She didn''t move, just ate and waited. Was she not good with people? Shouldn''t she initiate...Something!? Connor couldn''t help but laugh, he dropped the keys and laughed again. "This is stupid, you know, Cameron''s died, what use could I possibly be to you?" She looked rather comical, she obviously thought otherwise, what the hell is this woman up to? He thought. Connor sighed as he picked up the keys and let her in, mumbling his apology of the state of the house. He got out two glasses, filled his own and went to sit down on his recliner without a word. He heard her fill her glass, get her food and sat on the other recliner, next to him. Turning the TV on, they watched it in silence, making things more confusing to Connor by the minute. She seemed quite happy just to wait it out, by eating and sipping her drink. Connor was certain that she was waiting for him to talk. Well¡­Two can play this game! "You freak me out, you know that?!" Connor finally said, after about an hour of silence. It had been weird for the most part, but he had also felt comfortable, that she wasn''t going to be dangerous or trash his house...Well, trash his house more than it already is... "I''m sorry, sometimes I''m freaked out too...If that helps." She looked at him, eyes wide, waiting. Connor didn''t know whether to continue or not, but he remembered he wanted her out as fast as possible, which didn''t seem to be working either. "Cameron died two years ago, he was my twin brother and he was a much better person then me and most likely you! You strange woman¡­That enters stranger¡¯s cars and house¡¯s" As Connor mumbled, he couldn¡¯t help but lower his head in memories. His brother was someone his father loved without much effort. "He had a normal life, didn''t take much, gave a lot and didn''t complain much. He liked helping people...He was a social worker, mostly for kids, but he did unpaid work at home. Whenever someone in the family needed help, he would work out what was wrong before you even knew it yourself, and you were the one with the problem. He could be very smart in some factors, people¡­People he understood, he seemed to read them well and most of the time, he was right." Connor paused and looked at Andrea, "He was passionate with his work, didn''t have time to go and experience his own life, he had much rather help other people instead...His time was too soon." Connor sighed, taking another drink, "He was my best friend. He knew about things that my own father didn''t, he wanted to help me, but I said no...He got cancer, after three short months it was terminal, and there was no time to say goodbye¡­He had taken it so easily, as though he was treating another patient. He seemed rested right to the very end." Connor saw a tear go down Andrea''s cheek as she continued to stare at him. He got a napkin and gently wiped it off. Strangely, her crying face made his heart ache...He didn''t want to see it! "Why are you crying?" Andrea breathed out and licked her lips, "I know how you feel." Connor stood up, his bag of rubbish fell to the floor, "You know how I feel? What you have a best friend gone? Taken half of you with them? Never to return! A father that doesn''t even know who you are? That you know people on the streets because you''ve been there? Do you drink every night because it helps you forget? You know how I feel? What kind of bullshit is that?!" Connor was angry now, and as he was looking at her, he walked over to her seat and leaned on the arm rests, closer to her. Andrea looked a little scared but after a moment, she nodded and said, "Similar, yes." Connor looked at her like she was an alien from out of space, how can anyone know what he''s been through in his life. Connor let go of the chair and stood up again, still staring at Andrea. He didn''t know what to say anymore, sitting down on his chair, he took another drink and put his head back, looking at the ceiling. Andrea broke the silence, "My twin sister and I used to go to the art gallery, we would sit there. She would draw a picture, beautiful pictures, and I would do a pattern. We wouldn''t do much more, we watched the people, their reactions, the kids with the play artwork. It was something we did together. After, at night, we would go under the bridge, look out at the water, watch the city cats, sometimes go for boat rides¡­Today was the first time I went there¡­" Connor waited as she paused, "Since two and a half years ago. Six months before she died¡­" Connor looked at her with wide eyes, breathed in, but nothing came out. At a loss for words, he just stared at her knowing that they did, in fact, have something in common. They had both lost their twin siblings...At the same time...? Twin...She had a twin... Another unexplainable pain made his heart ache and Connor put a hand to his heart, feeling like he was going to have something like a heart attack... After a short amount of silence, that both of them seemed to need, Connor put his hand down to his side, trying not to bother about the pain he felt. He shrugged, "I don''t know what to say, Andrea." He looked at her, as she was looking back at him and licking her lips. She moved so that she was actually facing him and put her hands in her lap. "I met your brother, a couple of weeks ago. It totally put me out of whack, my whole miserable life changed." Andrea opened her mouth to speak again but closed it, then side glanced Connor''s unbelievable reaction. "No one else seems to see him but me." Conner could not believe what he was hearing, he must be dreaming. He picked up his half full glass and skulled it, hoping the burn going down his throat would wake him up. He saw Andrea do exactly the same, she looked a bit freaked out now, she was breathing heavy when she said, "You are the first person to know this much about him, I got a ghost buster person into the hospital where I work and I didn''t get much out of him, he said there''s something there and left it at that...By that time, I was used to Cameron''s presence and I didn''t follow through with finding out." Andrea got up from her chair and went to the kitchen, there he watched her get another drink. When the glass was full, she had another sip, closing her eyes, "We are not dreaming Connor. This is really happening." He saw her looking at him and he understood, not to freak out, believe it or not but don''t freak out. Which still didn''t make sense to him, as far as he was concerned, he had not seen his brother, or anyone else for that matter, as a ghost. But she knew about him and for some reason he still wanted to hear more. Connor turned to watch TV, he didn''t see the pictures or hear the words. He was thinking whether or not to take in what the woman had said, that he had just meet today, into consideration. He skimmed through the facts in his head, she knew Cameron''s name, she thought that he had been Cameron and, remembering her smile, he was pretty sure Cameron would put that on her face. He also thought of the negatives, that she could be dead set crazy, with some kind of spiritual know how, she could be a ghost herself! He hadn''t tried that yet, in fact, now he was interested, "So can you touch him?" He turned to her, she was walking back to the recliner, with two drinks, with astonishment, one was his. He didn''t notice that she had taken his cup away. "No, but it didn''t happen all that often, even with him as a spirit, I didn''t want to be rude and walk through him." She said, sipping again at her drink. Connor was so tempted to touch her and find out, that he put out his hand, wondering if she knew what he was thinking. Andrea put hers out without any complaint and touched his, nothing extreme happened, they were just touching hands. Connor pulled his away, crossing out that notion on the head, and went back to thinking again, anything to make this have more sense! Andrea put her feet up like she was right at home and it made Connor furious, what the hell is going on here, he thought, I''ve adopted a crazy girl. She turned to him and said, "I would show you, but I don''t know if it would work. That and...I already look crazy." You got that bloody right! And now...She knows what he was thinking too! He groaned, not wanting to take anymore tonight. He wasn''t going to bring up another word. And silence filled the room. Volume 1, Chapter 8
The next morning, Connor was dreaming about a water fountain, waking to the shower running. He needed to pee really bad, as running water was one thing to make him want to go! Torn on what to do, he heard the shower stop, so all he needed to do was wait, even for her to put a towel on so that he can scoot in and go to the toilet. He walked to the door and knocked harder than he had to, "Decent? I need to pee." "Ah¡­Hang on a sec." The voice on the other side said. Connor waited in frustration and when he heard it was ok, he dashed in. Connor heard Andrea silently walk out, he wished he had sneaked a peak before the calling. I''m a man, he thought, it would have been good enough reason too. He was glad he didn''t though, as for some reason, it would have felt wrong to do that. Connor instead shrugged and thought about his morning smoke. While he was having it, he noticed that he didn''t have one all night the night before, he had actually forgotten to smoke¡­ Connor didn''t know whether to get pissed off or to be quite proud of himself. This girl is driving me banana''s, he thought, totally dropping her when I know what the hell is going on. He pulled out a second smoke and lit it, he was going to make up for lost time... Connor felt lucky that he had today off, to figure out what to do with this female that had started living in his house. She even had a shower here, does she know that the towel she used is something that I now have to wash!? More work! "Ok, so Andrea, how about we go straight to the chaser here and go to ¡®Cameron¡¯?" It¡¯d be great if she never comes back! Andrea looked at him, observing, "Are you sure? I don''t know if it''ll work for you." Connor took his shirt off, and started for the shower, "Might as well give it a shot hey." And closed the door. Twenty minutes later, Connor made it out the front door to see Andrea stop dead in her tracks. "What is it?" Andrea slowly looked at him, then back at the park across the road and laughed. "I was here, not long ago. I stopped near the park there¡­Ha, crazy stuff!" You¡¯re the one that¡¯s crazy! Connor sighed, wondering if this was a good thing or bad thing, "What do you mean you were here, what to find me?" Andrea looked at him again, "No, I had a bad day, I got off a highway, drove a bit and came here. Where are we anyway?" Connor laughed, "Newmarket." Andrea looked uncertain, far away even, maybe a memory. It reminded him a bit about his sister and Connor did not want to go into any details about it¡­He hoped that Andrea would keep her thoughts to herself. "Oh." Was all she said and quietly made her way to the car. Connor watched her going to the driver''s side but said nothing and passed her the keys. While she was unlocking the door, his mobile started to ring, he quickly got in when the passenger side was unlocked and picked up the phone. "Connor speaking, leave a message." This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it While Andrea was starting the car, he was waiting for someone to talk. "Connor! What''s this bullshit poem you left at your sister''s place, what is this uh? How the hell is that supposed to help him sleep, treat him like a young man, not a baby! If he grows up to be a wuss, I''ll know who to blame! Not happy Connor!" Bang! Andrea spoke then, "Didn''t sound like a nice phone call." There was hardly ever a good phone call from his father¡­That was why he answered it by saying to leave a message! Being ashamed that she had noticed that someone had obviously yelled at him, Connor could only come up with a snide comment, "What are you? My mother?" He sighed, his father wasn''t her problem, it was his, so he shrugged. "Where are we going?" "Roma street Parklands, to the top of the mountain." Silence filled the car, until they reached their destination. Connor nearly had a mental breakdown, seeing her driving his car. He blamed it on not being awake at the time he gave her the keys. It had been a while that he wasn¡¯t in charge when being on the road and he was damned if he was going to let her drive him around again anytime soon! And even though she had told him where they were going, he wondered if it was a ploy, that maybe she would take him to a dirt road and shot him...Or...Slave trading...Mmm, maybe that wouldn''t be so bad, I wonder how much money I¡¯d be worth. I¡¯m a stud, a handsome man that could easily get a boner...Hang on! What the hell am I saying!? Even if sex is involved, I¡¯d be a slave! He gave Andrea a quick once over, before thinking, yeah, I could take her out. No problem. Hell, that type of idea is probably more probable then this one¡­Where we¡¯re going to see a ghost! Man, I just want this over and done with so that I can get some booze, get some takeaway and go back home! Oh, and while I¡¯m at it, I¡¯ll leave this crazy chick behind! But his strange thoughts only took him so far, as he soon got bored¡­ Once the car stopped, she gave him the keys and got out of the car, she seemed to be happy to be here. Connor got out slowly and locked the car. Turning, he saw a female look alike to Andrea, on the bench, just sitting there. She was beautiful, like that from a dream, and Connor felt elated all of a sudden, making him want to run and do something silly. It wasn¡¯t Andrea, right? They looked¡­So alike! Oh, the pain of two Andrea¡¯s¡­ To be honest, it was somewhat freaky but¡­Ah, she looked like an Angel! Looking at Andrea, then the Andrea look alike, Connor didn''t understand why he felt different for each of them. One drove him bat shit crazy and the other made him want to pull out all the stops to get her to notice him! But, since waking up in the morning, Connor finally felt like something was going right for a change! He smiled at her, the angel, even though she wasn''t looking, and he started walking towards her. Connor had to stand in front of this lovely female to get her attention, and even then, she looked like she was trying not to imagine a handsome man, at least that is what Connor thought about himself. "Can you see, Connor?" A voice tripped into his head. It took Connor a moment to understand it was Andrea''s, who actually wasn''t too far away, to his amazement he''d totally forgotten about her¡­ "Oh, I see¡­I see someone so lovely it breaks my heart." He said looking at the Andrea look alike. He had a satisfied, smug smile on his face. Finally, the see-through twin was looking into his eyes, realizing that Connor was indeed looking at her. "Hello." He said. "Hello" The reply made him smile further. "Connor, Cameron is right here." Andrea said. The name Cameron did turn Connor''s head, but he saw nothing, and returned his gaze to his beauty. "Names Connor, may I have yours?" She smiled politely, "Amillia." Connor thought the name was brilliant, that it matched her perfectly, he also remembered last night''s conversation with Andrea. "I believe I know your sister, Andrea." Amillia looked a bit stunned, "Connor, excuse me...What are you doing here in my room? And, I''m sorry, but I don''t know who or what Andrea is¡­I have to go." Amillia starting to glow, it shocked Connor that hard that he fell off the bench. "What the hell is going on here?" Connor couldn''t help but yell, he wasn''t ready to have ended that conversation yet, he didn''t even try a pickup line! He turned to see Andrea sitting on the grass with her hands in her lap, he walked up to her quite stealthily and caught on to what she was saying. "Totally! He seems to think that drinking is the answer to everything!" Connor interrupted, "I do not! Are you talking to him, tell him to get Amillia back, she just glowed and disappeared!" Stopping, Connor suddenly became aware that Cameron might also be real too¡­How big of chance would it be? Was there really a chance that he could see his brother again? Andrea turned and got up from the grass and frantically looked around, "You saw her? How was she, was she good?" Connor sighed and shrugged, and Andrea continued to rant, "Was she a spirit, or a transper, did you see her as a ghost, tell me Connor!" She was shaking him by the shoulders now. Connor saw something out of the side of his eye and looked back to where Andrea was sitting before, and he could see¡­Cameron. Cameron¡­ Cameron? It was really him¡­ And as Connor looked at his brother, he seemed to think that he was looking right back at him too, and then he said, "You must be Connor." Many flashes of memories went into Connor''s head, stunning him into silence as he stared at Cameron. Volume 1, Chapter 9
Andrea stopped and let go of Connor, but Cameron disappeared, showing nothing there now! What¡­ Connor took Andrea¡¯s hand without asking and walked them both closer to Cameron. Andrea tried to get out of the grasp, but he didn''t let her go. Connor was pleased that he already caught on to whatever it was that let him see Cameron before she did. "Andrea, I can only see him when you are touching me." She stopped and let him lead her. "Cameron, do you remember me?" Connor knew it might be a silly question but Amillia not knowing Andrea had set it off. Cameron looked at Connor and then looked at Andrea, he looked back to Connor, and said, "I am sorry Connor, you only look like me, but I do not have any memories, I believe we lose those memories when we perish, I am not sure as to the reason why." Andrea cut in, "Don''t you just love how he talks." Connor smiled, Cameron had talked quite oldish when he was alive too, he was big on being polite and respect was something he always acted upon. But now, at this instant, he just wanted to know if Cameron could remember him. "No memories then bro?" Cameron looked away, trying to recall and shook his head, "My apologies, Connor, I do not remember anything at all." Connor shrugged and fell silent, he wasn''t sure of what to make of today but it was starting to become too much. His head was starting to ache¡­ "Amillia!" He heard Andrea say, with quite a lot of enthusiasm, which didn''t mind him, he wanted to talk to Amillia again anyway. Turning, he saw her, that glow again, but this time the glow was disappearing, leaving Amillia to stay. Andrea took his light away though, by talking first, but Connor let her only because they were sisters, otherwise he''d push her away and take it all. "Amie, oh, wow I''ve missed you. I saw you, I saw you in turmoil, and you know what? I have been good, I have been doing things, and going back to our other places." To Connor, Andrea seemed as though she was trying to prove herself to her sister. Confusion set over him about the ¡®turmoil¡¯ and ¡®transper¡¯ and made note to ask Andrea about it later. But right now, he took the advantage of seeing this angel in front of him¡­ It was so weird¡­That he could see her and not feel so frustrated like he did with Andrea¡­They looked alike, yet, he felt so different to both of them¡­ Seriously, he thought, this couldn¡¯t be love at first sight could it!? He stayed silent, waiting and watching for Amillia''s response. "I do not remember you. Again, you have come to my room. Why are you here?" Connor wanted to jump in and take over, but again, Andrea started talking, "Don''t I look familiar? Do you not see that you are seeing the planet Earth? Your sister?" Amillia looked at Conner, "If you are my sister then why can I see this man? Who is he?" Connor looked at Andrea and he saw that she turned to look at him, trying to come up with a reason to answer Amillia. After all, it was a good question! Connor stepped in happily to take the chance to talk to the beauty, "I believe, Amillia, that we seem to be all connected here, Andrea can see my brother Cameron, and with Andrea holding my hand I can see him too, and Andrea has to hold my hand so that she may see you, as I do now." Amillia seemed stunned, Connor wanted to make things right, "Taking in a lot of information will do that for you...I was thinking Amillia. Can I get your number, I''ve lost mine." Ha, got it in! He was able to finally try a pickup line! Granted though, it wasn¡¯t a very good one. She probably didn¡¯t even have a number! Andrea slapped him with her other hand, and said, "Amillia, his house would totally overwhelm you, it would take a lot to clean." Andrea stifled a laugh. Connor let go of her hand and moved towards Amillia, "I''m sorry, your sister can be rather persistent, I meet her yesterday and the crazy girl has turned my life upside down." If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Andrea took his hand, walking more closely to her sister then he was, so he moved up to be just as close. Amillia looked from one to the other, "Am I to bring you from turmoil just to get you out of my room?" Andrea went closer again, bringing Connor along with her, saying, "My dearest, we are not in turmoil. I am sure more than ever that both of us are fine¡­I just wish that you¡¯d could remember me." Connor could see that Andrea was losing heart, he saw her put her other hand up to touch Amillia''s face and wished that she would be able feel it and make her sister whole again. But it didn''t work, Amillia was a see through being that didn''t make sense to Connor, and Andrea knew it, bringing her hand back down to her side. "Andrea, she will not remember, as I don''t remember, please don''t persist as she may go back into turmoil." Cameron''s voice broke through the trance, he had followed Andrea, and Andrea looked up at him and nodded. Connor couldn''t help but feel closeness between them. A connection that Cameron never seemed to have with the opposite sex. He wondered if they really had only met recently... Seriously, how weird would it be to get close to a ghost? Silence filled the area, and Connor looked around, not seeing anyone, and he wondered how Andrea had dealt with this, and how often, as she must have been very lucky to not to get caught. Cameron broke the silence, "When will I see you again? You have been absent for a while Andrea." Connor felt Andrea take her hand from his and turn around, Connor kept an ear out, whether it was to protect her or to hear how things actually go with a ghost, he didn''t know, but he was aware of Andrea''s side of the conversation. "I went to all our spots, not only to say goodbye, but to renew them, to make them more of a sanctuary again." She paused and then continued, "Yes¡­And no, it has been a big turn for me. But I''m not going backwards, that''s the main thing, and you have a point, I hope I wasn''t pushing her too hard." Connor wondered what it was that they were talking about, what places his fancy girl was fascinated by when she was alive and¡­Human. Connor finally turned to Amillia, who was sitting there again, staring at nothing in particular. He went to her and said, "I wish I could have seen your drawings." Amillia looked at him, surprising him, she smiled, "Drawings are interesting, aren''t they?" Connor was just glad that he had a conversation with her, "Yes, your sister told me that you would draw and she would do patterns, and then you would watch people, is that what you are doing now, when you aren''t watching me?" Amillia turned away from him again and watched in a distance, "I see so many things, I can open different categories, read different things and it''s so pretty." Amillia looked back at him and smiled, it was making his heart swim. Connor smiled back and asked, "What is it that you find pretty?" Amillia looked again, "It''s like it wants your attention, as though there''s something there that wants you to stare right at it, the only thing that seems to distract you is a calling." "Oh, I''ll be your calling anytime, sweet stuff!" Amillia looked at Connor, he was worried he may have pushed her too far, he had so many lines he could have used by now, but he decided to take it slow. Amillia finally said, "You do need a calling Connor, you seem quite taken by solitude. I hope you will find a solution to your problem soon." Connor stared back at her, wondering if she saw everything, how he was homeless, an alcoholic and someone that went more towards being a bad boy with each passing day. "You need to calm down, take things slower. And Connor, your father¡­Stand up to him, he is like that for a reason." Amillia''s voice bore through him like a knife. He felt like crying, not that he was going to, but it didn''t mean that he didn''t feel that way. "Amillia, if I was to leave and come back, would you remember me? Would you talk to me?" He asked. Amillia smiled again, "You seem quite genuine in wanting my response Connor, but you do need to self-improve as well, you do understand?" Connor made a mental note to himself to remind him of such and he responded, "Can we meet halfway then, if I say I''ll self-improve, would you self-improve? Maybe you could try to remember who you are so that I can get to know you better." Amillia''s face, to Connor, shut down, and she said, "I do not think that is possible." Connor wanted to prove to her, in some unbelievable way, that maybe it was possible, but he would leave it for now and at least please her, "I''ll do my part, no questions asked." Connor actually believed his words. The fact that someone was on his side, made things feel lighter than normal. The heavy burden of his dead twin brother seemed to have completely vanished...And this beautiful woman, who had seemed to have taken his ''I don''t believe in love'' heart, made her special to him. It was so strange, how could someone change so damned quickly!? Yet, here he was, happy to make a promise to someone he''d only just met, someone who has already become more important to him than his very own father! There was some type of fucked up destiny situation going on here¡­ There was no reasonable explanation at all! Women never stood out to Connor, like Amillia does, they never made him feel like he needed to work hard to get their attention. Why? Why didn''t Andrea make him feel this way? They look nearly exactly the same! But his empty heart had only seemed to fill up and be moved when he had first casted his eyes upon Amillia... So full, that it was nearly overflowing! Is this...Love at first sight? Did it truly exist? ¡­Had he been waiting for her his entire life? Connor sought her face and smiled, he wanted to imprint it into his memory¡­Not that it mattered too much, he''ll just get a hold of Andrea if he forgot it. Amillia''s laughter caught him off guard, not only because it sounded nice and pleasant, "That could work as well." Connor looked at her confused, "What could work?" "Who you called my sister," She said. Connor sat straight, there was another matter at hand here, as it looks like Amillia could read his mind. "It''s not hard Connor, you forget your mind and fence your heart." She saw right through him! Connor wanted to justify this idea though, so he turned around to find Andrea, and said, "Why didn''t you tell me that they could hear your thoughts Andrea?" Volume 1, Chapter 10
Cameron disliked seeing Andrea go, he felt more spiritual and complete when she was around. A certain part, deep down inside of him, knew that she was the one¡­The one that he would have to share with the person he was residing in¡­Yet, she was also the one person that he might have the chance to experience something different in his long existence. He had told her already, that his existence only had meaning when he was with her and it was mostly because of this part of himself that felt was lying dormant inside of him. A few times now, a huge amount of relief and patience had overcome him, but he was unable to reason to why he felt that way¡­But that only happened with Andrea¡­ He could not believe she even discovered his ¡®brother¡¯, in what he had felt like her world to be large, she had found him! He felt unhappy that he could not remember Connor, but the fact that she found him was amazing. He believed her too, when she had said that their similarities in physical features were very much alike, especially now that he had seen him with his own eyes. Cameron told Andrea, "I will talk with the Azulious, ask about what is transpiring, and I will find a way to get to you." Andrea went to touch him again, since that first time that she cried she has tried to touch him a lot, "Cameron, I will come and see you again soon. I think Connor and I will stay relatively close, we share a bond to the¡­Whatever this is, but we have to go, I will be at work again soon, as my week off is finished. I¡¯ll come and see you in two days. Ok?" Cameron nodded, he did not want to put pressure onto Andrea, she has dealt with much, and that is what she wanted right now, for him to understand. He liked hearing her thoughts, it was a pleasure that he would have rather had kept as a secret, but his ¡®brother¡¯ had made it known, so now he must respect that she knows of such. "Please take care and I will see you upon your return." Andrea''s smile was worth more than two days and he let her go and watched, as she disappeared past some kind of barrier, that he could not see. He did not want to think about the two-day difference between worlds. ¡­He was not about to remind Andrea that time flowed differently and for him personally, the two short Earth days will be less. With that knowledge, he knew he should not complain¡­Even though he felt like he wanted too¡­ *** Since meeting Andrea, he had not expected to feel so many unknown emotions. He had felt like he was sleeping, the time previous to meeting her, and she had awoken him. As much as Cameron tried, he could not remember anything before becoming a spirit, it was a wall that he could not surpass and what was known, seemed to be very little and Cameron started to ask questions. When Andrea and he had their compare conversations, from Earth to his world, he listened with great enthusiasm and wrote it all down when Andrea disappeared beyond the barrier. He knew that he was not abiding by the strict rules that the Azulious had laid out for the spirits, but the temptation to finding her seemed to help throw normal cautiousness out and into the wind. If, indeed, she was on another planet and they were humans, it would add up to be an astronomical amount of information that they do not have. Nonetheless, for information or not, he was determined to find her! It was, undoubtedly, his most important objective now! Finding Andrea had even become more important then the ¡®calling¡¯s¡¯ that he was supposed to be doing! He was going to employ a way to get to Andrea but that was also the substantial problem about this predicament...Getting to her! It had been burdensome to not be able to do what his instincts had wanted, while she had cried, as he had really wanted to hold her instead, but like her hand floating through him, his hand too had floated through her correspondingly¡­ It may not be useful to endlessly worry about circumstances beyond his control, but¡­Maybe he can adjust it! The obligation to not let this subject pass over him, grew with every day. Cameron made a book appear in front of him, skimming through it, he was looking for the word ¡®calling¡¯. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Searching on how ''calling'' worked was taking its toll, he did not understand how spirits have been accomplishing it for so long and have no truth upon how it is accomplished to begin with! Cameron saw, for the second time, that ''calling'' occurs through connection, like an instant teleport to the other part of the connection. Cameron shook his head, how does this help? He needed to understand how to make the connection at the other end, how to teleport to her planet. Skimming again, he found the word ¡®planet¡¯. It is said there were many planets were spirits existed, and many were transpers existed¡­That they were all connected. Nothing on ¡®how¡¯ they were connected... There has to be more knowledge of it, Cameron thought, we have to be connected to the people on Andrea''s planet because we obviously know that they sometimes do appear in among us spirits or transpers. Amillia became a transper, I became a spirit, yet we both originated from Andrea''s planet. What is the connection? He thought. Then he remembered a connection through Connor and Andrea, when they touched, they could see what they originally could not. Cameron decided to do another part of his job and that was to find Andrea''s sister. Now he was more curious, wondering if there was a connection between them as well, just like there was between Andrea and Connor. With the short time that he has had between visits from Andrea previously, Cameron only got as far as searching through half the people on his planet, in looking for Amillia prior to now. Finishing the rest of the population on the planet, he did find something out, and that was¡­She was not presently on his planet. Which only meant that Amillia must have been put on another spirit planet... *** Cameron was just about to look up books on planets again, when Andrea came back into his room. "Andrea, are you well?" He watched her look at him and smile, she gave him the usual look of that she was being watched. Cameron understood and watched her clean as they quietly talked. His eyes seem to fill up happily, now that she had appeared. Before, they lacked their handsome charm, but now they were lively. It was not an uncomfortable silence as he stared at her, drinking her in, but he did feel her grow a bit self-conscious and he secretly smiled. At first, she had not held much feelings towards him at all, being mostly scared and emotional, then she had been curious¡­But as the days had passed and a bond between them had been created, he knew that she was slowly letting him into her heart. To a point, even though they only had a small amount of time with each other over the coming days, he knew that it was needed for them to slowly get to know each other. If their time together had been hastened or shortened, there may not have been a chance between them at all¡­ What was our connection though? Why could he see her and only her? Why did it begin to happen now and not earlier? Many questions entered his mind and he truly liked it...Compared to before meeting Andrea, his mind would not think, and he does not want to return that way! The strange sensation of wanting to be closer to her went through him again... "Have you seen Connor much since we had last spoken? How is he coping with the information?" Andrea put her headphones on, and then answered Cameron, "Yeah we went back to his house, he got some clothes and had to go back to the library to get my car. He followed me to my house, he''s staying over. He''s all talked out, he was quiet there for a while, but I think he''ll be ok." She looked around again, got up and walked to some place Cameron couldn''t see and started cleaning again. "He seems quite hooked over my sister! I ended up making a deal with him that I would tell him things about her, if he told me things about you." Cameron stared back at her, he loved how much she wanted to obtain information about his old life, how curious she was¡­ Cameron smiled, and said," I would not mind knowing more about myself either, I hope that I was a satisfactory person. I wish we could have met while I was there and still human, to meet you in person." Andrea stopped working, to look up at him, "Me too." Cameron saw her suddenly shift and turn around, he heard her speak, "Sorry, Yes." It was her boss, telling her ¡®welcome back¡¯, but she wasn''t going fast enough, that if things don''t change then ¡®something will have to be done¡¯. Cameron felt dreadful, as Andrea didn''t need such a thing stated to her because she does her work rather well! He has many times thought that she being able to talk to him and do her work at the same time, was indeed a special feat! When Andrea turned around, Cameron spoke quickly, "Andrea, I can hear your thoughts, you don''t need to talk." She nodded, thinking she feels like an idiot. Cameron said, "I am not definite upon what an ¡®idiot¡¯ is, but I am assured that I would not call you that." She smiled, still cleaning, Cameron could hear her mind go crazy with feelings and things that Connor had said. A short life story sprawled out in Cameron¡¯s mind, that did not seem familiar, yet his brother had told it as his own story. Andrea''s inner thoughts suddenly said that he had died from cancer, and at the same time that her sister had, and that something strange is going on. Cameron sat back, still watching her, and said, "I concur Andrea. I have been pursuing several topics on the matter and nothing has been written down. I believe that this may be a first time this type of predicament has happened, and it may be because it is not supposed to happen. Our connections did indeed become entwined somewhat may¡­" Cameron broke off. He heard Andrea ask him what was wrong. "I have been trying to find out how ¡®calling¡¯ works. So that I can come to you. It seems to exist and have to do with connections, we use those connections to teleport from one end to another, but nothing tells me how to create a connection. Talking about this whole situation has just raised another question. What has made us four connected, I wonder if it would be the same answer as to ¡®calling¡¯¡­" Again, he broke off, wondering how they may be connected but not connected to no other people on Andrea''s planet. Andrea thought something about the past, then the fact that they were all twins and Cameron nodded, saying, "I will put that into consideration." Andrea''s thoughts changed, as she looked up at him, telling him he had changed her life, that she hasn''t been this alive since her sister had gotten cancer. Cameron got closer to her, how he wanted to touch her, and said, "I know. I see it and feel it Andrea, you have made my existence a lot more pleasant also." Volume 1, Chapter 11
Cameron wished very much that he hadn''t died of cancer, that he had met Andrea beforehand, at least to feel her touch once. These wishes, they made him feel strange, like...Like he did not belong where he was currently. But, even with the strange feeling that was quite overwhelming to him, he could not help but continue to wish for these events to either not occur or to have occurred. How nice would it have been to have seen her with human eyes? He may not know how to go beyond the first meeting, but he was sure that they would have been with each other very often after that! Already he knows of wanting to comfort her, what else could be there to experience and do!? What did the humans do in a case such as this? Spirits did not have intimate relations, we rarely spoke unless we had too...This life...To Cameron...It was now...Lacking... An unspeakable amount of want went through him, to experience more and be with Andrea, and even though he was a spirit, and not a being that should have a want for something, he felt like he was still supposed to feel this way! He did, though, find it strange that both he and Andrea''s sister both died of cancer and at the same time in the past. Cameron stood up, startling Andrea, he looked down and said, "I apologize, I didn''t have the intention to startle you. I thought of an idea...If by chance things were determined, then I believe certain events went wrong with your sister and I. They doubled up, as though being twins had crossed over...It is hard to explain but what I am trying to state is that somehow, perhaps, her and I are linked...Tell me Andrea, what kind of cancer did Amillia have." He got down closer to her again, waiting for her response, "She had two at the end, breast cancer, and then not long after she was diagnosed with lung cancer." Andrea turned abruptly again, away from Cameron. He waited for Andrea to think of what was happening, he could feel her getting worried, getting panicky and then he heard her think that it wasn''t fair¡­ Cameron couldn''t take it anymore and he asked her what was going on. Andrea didn''t move back to him for another minute and then she sighed, closing her eyes. He saw pictures in her head of puppies and patterns and her sister, and then she opened her eyes in search of his. She told him silently that she was getting transferred, to clean at another hospital. She was being watched, already being on the ''last line'', which made Cameron confused upon what it meant. Her boss was worried about her and wanted her to go somewhere else and take it easy. Apparently, this ''hospital'' that she worked at was quite a heavily populated hospital. But to Cameron, all that meant was that a lot of people were hurt upon her planet. To him, in the spirit world, no one was ever hurt, they never needed such a thing as a ''hospital''¡­ Andrea kept repeating to herself that she wasn''t going to cry, making him completely forget upon his own thoughts and immediately want to comfort this beautiful being in front of him. Cameron thought of Andrea as a very strong woman, a woman that was capable to overcoming hardship and loss, one that could feel a tremendous amount of emotions! Not one tear escaped her eyes and he felt another type of emotion surge through him, yet he didn''t know or understand what it was! "Please, do not get upset, Andrea, we will still be able to meet, do be at ease and please do not cry." Andrea smiled at him and thought that she was told to go to the boss''s office, then to go home for the rest of the day. Cameron watched her pack up a few items and then turn to him, and said, "I will see you soon." And within moments, she was gone...Again... *** Cameron sat still for a moment, hoping Andrea will be able to endure on her own. He knew that she would see him, that not much time would pass before she would appear right back up again, so he was not going to just sit there. A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. Yet¡­It bothered him that she was upset, yet what was he to do? At least until the next time he sees her, he could at least find some information upon how he could become real in that world, so that he could comfort her the next time that she is upset... Cameron wasn''t going to waste time, the sooner he could show up to her in the flesh, the better the situation will be for her. He picked a book and started skimming through it, it all seemed to be rather unknowledgeable, as he knew already that he could do a better job at writing it. Yet, a question also came up to him in a surprise¡­Where did these books come from in the first place? Frowning, Cameron decided to think of this later as he had more pressing matters to attend to! Another book later, with somewhat the same text, was making Cameron feel wrong, something was wrong. He felt like hitting something, he hadn''t felt this kind of feeling very much and it was new...But that seemed like what he wanted to do¡­ With all the questions bouncing inside his head, and now Andrea getting into trouble, it felt like what Andrea had said before¡­That it wasn¡¯t fair¡­He felt like, right now, it wasn¡¯t fair! He knew that Andrea was still raw, so breaking down and becoming depressed again could still happen...With her ¡®boss¡¯ pressuring her to change, it will not help her! A fleeting image came up from being with Andrea before popped into his head and he wondered if that was her ¡®boss¡¯. After he questioned if that person was her boss, he knew that if it were, he¡¯d want to hit them for being too insensitive to Andrea! Yet, even if he wanted this, it wasn¡¯t like he could literally do it¡­He was stuck here, while she was on another planet entirely! Cameron felt hopeless and concerned for something that he can''t seem to reach out too...It was the most...Anger that he has felt in his spiritual existence! A calling came, he could feel it growing inside of him, he could see what was transpiring before he even got there. He already knew how to help the transper in need, however, how to help the transper wasn¡¯t what he was searching for. Transportation wasn''t something he cared to put too much effort into, as it was the calling that he wanted to know about. The connection that is made so that he can transport, is what he was looking for! Upon knowing how a connection is made, so that he could teleport to the so-called connection, should be similar to that of a calling. Or so he thinks. This was his only led so far into coming up with ideas and he was going to do his all into seeing if this idea could become a prospect into finding out more upon callings and connections... The problem was, he was unable to identify anything along the time of teleporting from one place to another¡­Because it happened too quickly! So¡­He was just going to have to make a better observation when he was finished with the transper and was to go back to his room! The transper was quite unpleasant, Cameron could tell that it was an old transper, to the knowledge that went into his system. He could feel death, leadership and cruelness. Cameron didn''t like what he was seeing and gave up trying to help, he filled up the nutrients and stood there. He saw someone in his head go lifeless, then another coming at him with something he''d seen before with other transper''s memories, another with another common object, books, a colour hair and humans, lots of humans looking at him. The transper''s turmoil was getting very strong and Cameron knew that he had to stop it or at least slow it down¡­ He put his hand into ghostly figure and felt the spiritual feeling go through him and into the transper. He did that ¡®til the images changed, and seeing younger people felt like a better experience to Cameron. He went to pull his hand away, but a picture stopped it. Cameron felt like hitting something again, really hard. This transper wasn''t getting better with this image, it was getting worse. Cameron concentrated on flowing more spiritual feeling into the transper, but he still wanted to hit something, seeing even more unnerving events. He pulled his hand out and fell with a thump onto the ground, next to the transper holder. Straight away, his instincts taking over, he crossed his legs and went into meditation. Moments went by before Cameron felt it was satisfactory to get up, he has had this happen before, some transper''s are unable to be helped, and this one was one of them. Cameron wanted to get out of there that fast that he forgot to think about the ¡®calling¡¯ as he transported back to his room. Transported back now, he felt like yelling, things weren''t simple anymore! Waking, like Andrea, to this life, was not something he could easily fall into routine to! Cameron pictured the transper and punched ¡®it¡¯, wanting to feel better but suddenly a hand came onto his, making him feel refreshed straight away. His eyes closed and he smiled, waiting for his core to be washed out. Feeling as normal as he had since he first remembered being here, he opened his eyes to see the hand holding his arm was flashing with white sparks. He turned his head to see the owner and saw Andrea, "Andrea?" Her smile was full of patience and showed gentleness, "No Cameron, Amillia." Cameron stopped her from pulling her hand away, he wanted to talk to her, ask how she found him and ask about Connor. "How did you come to be here Amillia?" She turned her head slightly, "You called for me Cameron, my job is to help those who help the transper''s. One transper made you very weak and I was too late to stop you in taking out your energy. I am sure you know that is not the way we use our spiritual essence, Cameron" Cameron nodded, "Yes. Of course, it is not and you are right¡­How do I find you again Amillia?" "I will find you, as you need me." Amillia tugged slightly at her hand but Cameron didn''t want to let her go, he wanted more answers! He thought it wrong though, to keep her, whom was a higher spirit then himself, against her will and let her go, as he already figured out that if he wants to hit something, she will come. Reading his thoughts, Amillia shook her head. "This is not a place to hold such emotion Cameron, I would take you back to be one of those that you are now trying to transition." Cameron frowned slightly but nodded his head¡­He knew that meant that he would become a transper again and that would mean that he would be even further away from Andrea then now¡­ That was something that he could not do! Cameron, knowing that she was right and wished to continue as a spirit, smiled and said, "Thank you Amillia. It would be a privilege to see you again under different circumstances." Amillia nodded, "Likewise my friend." And then, she was gone¡­ *** Volume 1, Chapter 12
Cameron picked up the piece of string that he kept in his room and played with it, sometimes, it would help him think and one time it brought Andrea back into his room. This time there was no Andrea, and so he started to think about how much time it was since he saw her last, for him it was about ten hours, so for her that would be about two days, maybe three. He rolled the string around his hands, it was a never ending cycle. Round and round. That was like his existence so far, teleport, help, teleport, wait. ¡­And his new life, see Andrea, don''t see Andrea. He saw his room when he had his eyes opened, when he closed them, he saw Andrea crying, Andrea laughing, Andrea smiling, picturing her clothes, hearing her voice. The want to touch her face made him put out his hand and tried to guess what it would feel like against his skin, gentle and smooth skin. He pictured the place where there were trees and grass, the place she had called ¡®Roma street Parklands¡¯. "Cameron?" Opening his eyes, he was blinded, he couldn''t see, but he felt something in his hand, and he had heard her voice! Trying to open his eyes again, he saw her, his eyes focused more, and he could see the grass, feel her hand around his. He was holding her face, emotions went through him and she jumped into him and gave him a hug. She was thinking too much for him to make out anything to answer to, which didn''t mind him, he was somewhat speechless as it was. As far as he was aware, he did not sleep, therefore he could not do as what Andrea calls as ¡®dream¡¯. What he did know, was that sometimes dreams were about something that you wished for and¡­Well this was something that he wishing for¡­ This could only be real, yet how could it be so? I...Turned into...A human? Cameron moved Andrea back so that he could talk to her, "No, I am unsure how this happened, I was just thinking about you. I''m glad I''m here too." Andrea started to cry, he smiled as he pushed her back into him, he didn''t know how long this would last, but he was going to take advantage of it. And, just as he thought, holding Andrea in his embrace felt great! It was even better than the idea of it, in fact, it was like he had finally gotten something that fits. "Cameron?" His brother''s uncertain voice made Cameron look at him. Memories flooded him, his childhood, his family, school, his job and, of course, his brother. The times that Connor had gotten into trouble, Cameron was always there for him. The times that Connor had been angry and upset because of their father, Cameron had been there for him. Their relationship had been good, considering that Cameron had been the one getting most of the attention. They had a few fights but for the most part, Connor hadn¡¯t taken things to heart that much that more than two days would pass before he spoke to Cameron again. His mother¡­ Just like memories of his father came, so did that of his mother. Back then, Cameron had never understood his mother, never understood why she had always stayed with his father when his father was like he was. But now¡­With Andrea in his arms, things sort of made sense. All it was, was that his mother did sincerely love his father¡­ That was all it was¡­ He knew that Andrea also had her flaws, just like that of his father, but something there was telling him that it didn¡¯t matter. Both good and bad was what he wanted, he wanted her strength and weakness to be known to him. Cameron wished to know more of her likes and dislikes, even if they might be the strangest of things to him but¡­What mattered was that he was now very sure that he loved Andrea completely. He didn¡¯t know why, nor did he know for how long he¡¯d loved her but there was no question, it was just simple fact¡­Just like how his mother loved his father¡­ Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Cameron looked at Andrea, then back at Connor, hearing her say, "Go to him." Cameron put Andrea down and got up. All Connor¡¯s past faces came to him, making him let out a tiny laugh. Connor was always the most passionate one between them, always showing different faces, he on the other hand wasn¡¯t. For some reason, nothing had fazed Cameron, therefore he didn¡¯t show surprise, nor hurt or anger¡­Nothing seemed to be enough to make him show those faces¡­ Connor stopped, shaking his head, he said, "I can''t believe it''s you." Cameron walked to him, the last two meters he ran and took his brother into his hands. He heard him repeat himself, "I can''t believe it''s you." Connor moved back, breathing out, and hit his brother on the shoulder, "Dude, why didn''t you pick up the phone or something?" Cameron laughed, he seemed like the Connor that he knew from so long ago. That happy face, showing that he could cry, yet he was still able to joke around¡­ He watched as Connor wiped a tear away, but he didn''t know what he was thinking, which was strange, and he turned to see Andrea smiling at them, with tears down her face. Cameron held out his hand to her and she came to him easily, making him sure that he had never been so happy in his known existence. He was now here, like he had never left. He felt like tomorrow he could go back to his work and catch up with all his patients! Understanding now quite a number of things that he hadn¡¯t understood while a spirit, Cameron still felt groggy. His mind might have worked too hard and Cameron could only think of what was happening now and a few memories that continued to connect to him like they had already been there but had been turned off¡­ They all were having a group hug when he felt a presence. He turned to see Amillia looking at him, then she looked at Andrea, and then to a Connor. Finally, Cameron understood how Andrea saw him before now, as he could see Amillia different. She was a glamourous light, see through and transparent, with nothing around her but the landscape of the planet he was currently on now. It was like the light was Amillia, and it was no wonder that Andrea was sometimes just staring at him like she had before¡­ Amillia spoke, looking directly at him, "Cameron, what have you done?" He wasn''t sure how to answer, as he didn''t know how anything had been done, as it just happened, "I do not know Amillia. You left and not long after, I appeared here¡­" Cameron stopped, he was wondering if there was meaning about the meeting with Amillia that could have been involved into his transportation. Perhaps if he hadn¡¯t seen Amillia, like he had just not long ago, he might not have been able to come here¡­ It was indeed an interesting theory. Amillia looked at him and put out her hand, "This cannot be Cameron, come back to where you belong." He looked at her hand, not wanting to take it in the least, but he unknowingly unwrapped his hands from the others and began to raise his hand to Amillia, when Andrea took his hand again and spoke to Amillia, "Please Amillia, just for a little while¡­Please?" It was good that Andrea did this, as Cameron felt an overwhelming force to have stopped himself and pull his hand back on his own. Connor took his other hand, giving Cameron no hand to give to Amillia. Connor moved closer to her and spoke softly, "Amillia, come with us, be here, with us. I wanna take you out on a date." Andrea let a giggle out, to which made Cameron laugh, as everything about Andrea seemed to stand out to him¡­ Cameron finally looked at Amillia again, momentarily remembering the predicament and trying to hide his fear. This was something untold in spiritual history, at least of what he knew of. And¡­There was hardly any doubt that he will be punished for doing this, even though he hadn¡¯t meant too. Any circumstance would lead him to be away from being at Andrea¡¯s side¡­Perhaps not even able to return¡­ Having felt like he had taken so much time to get here, Cameron finally felt something that he was not used too. He did indeed fear something after all¡­ He had to do this, he understood that Amillia''s instincts were to take him back to his own planet, yet his was to stay. How was he supposed to express that? There was an absolute feeling inside him, making him able to suppress any type of overcoming feeling that Amillia was trying to give him and he suddenly felt like he was even more powerful than her, his superior! Where was this power coming from? Amillia seemed to be thinking, to Cameron''s surprise, and he wasn''t going to interrupt her. If she could let him stay briefly, it would stop him from feeling like he would fight against her. It really was¡­A very strange type of feeling¡­ Silent and waiting, they all heard the people down the hill, kicking, throwing and talking. It was a park and even though it could be a lot more crowded, there were people around that are probably on their days off, making the best of their time with their children. Amillia nodded, "Cameron, you will have your thoughts known to the Azulious upon your return." ¡­And she disappeared. He heard Connor speak first, "Dammit, when can I see this girl in the flesh?" Cameron turned to Andrea, she had already turned to him, thinking exactly what he wanted to do. He was impressed on the picture that she had in her head already. He leant down and kissed her, his hands were holding her face gently, he heard her groan softly and he moved in further, taking her offer. Kissing was something he had only just remembered about now. Now that he had his memories back and knew what humans did as a type of intimate action, and Cameron was excited! Having her lips on his, touching her soft face with his hands, Cameron knew that it was all worth it! Touching her, it was like his existence seemed to have dreamt of it without him even knowing. That big and strange overwhelming feeling was at its height right now, as he deepened the kiss, unable to stop himself from taking things further. When he had been alive the first time, he had kissed before, but he had never felt like this¡­Like he needed this¡­ Was this what it was like normally? For a brief moment, he heard a sigh in the back of his head and felt content yet¡­ Connor interrupted them, "Come on guys, god, get a room. Let''s take him somewhere, he hasn''t been here for a while¡­I''ll be in the car." Cameron stayed close to her after pulling back, "He hasn''t changed." Andrea pulled further back and looked at him, eyes wide and eyebrows high, "You remember?" Cameron nodded smiling, "Yes, I remember." Andrea shook her head and blurted, "Wow, that''s...Amazing!" Cameron looked at her, at her mind, and touched her check, "I know." He doubted she knew what he was talking about her. Volume 1, Chapter 13
Connor had been eager when they joined him in the car and a conversation began as he drove. Cameron asked about all the rubbish in his car and the conversation went to Connor''s broken life before he met Andrea. Cameron was proud of his brother, from learning today that he had been a smoker and the same day finding out the he had already quit again, it was quite an effort. But¡­Connor''s life after his death, confused Cameron greatly! Why had he willing gone onto the streets? He had a place to stay, he had the money to have gotten a meal, but Connor did not do it that way. The shortness of the story made him more curious, but Connor seemed determined to make it out as ¡®nothing¡¯ and not worth going into detail about. When a decision was made to go back to Andrea''s place, Cameron was pleased, he wanted to see her house. See more patterns, as he had decided a long time ago that he had liked her patterns. Actually, another part of himself seemed very curious, or something, towards those patterns¡­ They talked about Connor''s work, being at the library and how his father had only lately called to yell at him for giving a poem to his nephew. Cameron was able to read the poem, as they continued to Andrea''s house, and when he was finished with it, he gave Connor back his notebook and said that it was well done and that it was a good gift to bestow. They were at the road, leading to her driveway, when Andrea suddenly said, "Oh no." Cameron looked out the window to see a small family standing at the front door, then seemed to have suddenly decided to go back to their car. Connor had already pulled over and went to turn to do a u turn, when Andrea spoke, "They see us Connor, just drive there¡­I''m sorry, I had no idea." She had really been looking forward to talking to Cameron! As it is, they had only been talking about Connor all this time driving but¡­She really wanted to know more¡­ Now, with her family were here, she was yet again having to wait to speak with Cameron! Connor seemed to understand, but could only console her, "It''s family, they worry about you." Cameron saw the closeness between Connor and Andrea, it made him happy to see that they had banded together through a tough circumstance where both of them seem to have come out for the best¡­Yet, a certain possessiveness that he had not known was there wanted to be the one that was the closest to Andrea¡­ As they got closer to Andrea¡¯s house, they saw faces of interest and worry, when they came to the side of the road, leaving it easier for their visitors to get out of the driveway. Andrea sighed, "Well, good luck to all." And then she got out of the car. Connor and Cameron followed her lead and also got out. "Hey, didn''t expect you." Andrea was saying, walking over to them. Cameron watched as she kissed all of them and took the little child out of the female''s hands. His heart gave out little flutters at the sight. How adorable... Andrea gave hugs and little coos over the little one before she turned to see Connor and Cameron. He could see that she was at a loss for words. "Ah¡­Mark, Lyn¡­This is¡­These are my friends uh¡­Connor and Cameron." Cameron shook hands, as his brother did, but heard Andrea thinking that she had already stuffed things up, so he wanted to somehow assure her that everything was going to be ok. She really did worry a lot¡­ He watched her hold the little one in her arms as she went to open the door, she was worried as all hell, but a quick look at him, she thought that she was glad that he was here. With that thought, Cameron smiled at her. The other female looked back at him and caught his smile and he smiled wider at her, not sure on what other impression to use. He was happy at the moment and felt weird to smile so strongly but¡­How else was he to interact with Andrea¡¯s sister¡­Wait, sister in law¡­ Everyone slowly made their way inside and Cameron heard the male say, "I need to talk to you." This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Then, as the other female passed, she had said, "Want me to take her?" A silent smile hit Cameron''s face when Andrea''s thoughts were ''no way!'' As Connor passed Andrea, he also said something, "You look like my future girlfriend." Cameron was trying to hide his smile when he went past her, he had to be part of the gang, "Got to love him!" Andrea''s face went from worried to pleasant and Cameron hoped that he was the one that had made that so. Cameron waited for Andrea, before they continued to the loundroom, putting a hand on her back and whispered into her ear, "Don''t worry sweetheart, things will work out fine." Cameron used a few modern-day words from his previous life, making his words seemed forced because he wasn''t used to them. He heard her thoughts, thoughts of not believing he''s here still, that he called her sweetheart and of her not being sure how this will turn out fine. Cameron tried again, stopping her from walking, grapping her hand, he was only going to tell her that it was fine again, but he ended up kissing her instead. Following his instincts for so long as a spirit, it couldn''t be helped! As a man now, he found the woman in front of him attractive and he knew he was obviously liking her very much so¡­The intimate action was something he couldn¡¯t seem to hold back from¡­ Making sure that she was more at ease, before he put his hand through her hair, he started to lose himself. He felt a need that he hasn''t felt for a long time and even then, it wasn''t this strong previously! It seemed so strong, as though what he ever felt before was nothing compared to this! The overwhelming feeling to be with this woman felt like it wasn¡¯t even a part of himself! That¡¯s how strange it was! Even with the knowledge of liking her, and now with his previous memories, he knew that he should go on a date with her first or something but¡­The strong feeling wanted more! Cameron forgot time, space and place, he went deeper into his desire with Andrea following¡­ He knew that she had forgotten the problems, he could see what she desired, his head was full of images that nearly drove him out of his mind! ¡­Not only did the little child stir but a voice interrupted them, bringing them back to the present. "Ah, sorry to interrupt¡­Can I talk to my sister for a second?" Cameron moved back, shocked, even he had forgotten what was happening. He noticed both he and Andrea where breathless and after a second, he looked up at the male talking to him, and said, "...Yes, of course...Andrea I''ll be in the loundroom." He saw Andrea look at him, still passion in her eyes. He walked away, so that she would wake up, just like he had to! He needed to make a good impression upon her family yet, he was being incredibly rude! Faintly hearing Andrea''s thoughts, it sounded like her brother was scolding her, like a father. Telling her that he had no idea what was going on and all of a sudden, she was bringing home two men and that one would have been better. Cameron sighed, there were problems already, not only was Andrea''s acting father talking to her about not paying visits, but Connor was starting to make an idiot of himself, making Cameron feel like he had to intervene. "You''d have to excuse my brother, he has somewhat of a stone age kind of attitude." The female looked at him and smiled, it was genuine, which made it easier to smile back and he decided he already liked her. "It''s ok, I quite often put my foot into my mouth too. Now we know something of each other" She said laughing. Cameron was curious, "Sorry, I''m Cameron, in what relation are you to Andrea?" Knowing already who she was, Cameron remembered that he had to act like he didn¡¯t know. "I''m Lyn, Andrea''s sister in law," she leaned forward to shake his hand, "Nice to meet you." Cameron wanted to know more, but he did not want to be impolite, not that it mattered because he heard the conversation between Andrea and her brother had come to a stop. They were walking back towards them when Cameron felt a weird feeling that he knew was for something, he just couldn''t put a finger on what it was. Andrea was watching him, she had a worried look on her face, then it turned to an excited look, a smile. He heard her ask him in her head if he needed to go to the toilet. Cameron laughed at the sudden thought. As a spirit, there were no toilets! No wonder it felt like such a strange thing to do! Only humans had to experience something like this! Finished laughing about such a nonsense thing in his head, Cameron said, "Oh¡­Oh, excuse me a moment." He nodded at Andrea before he left the room. After the second door of looking for the toilet, Cameron could hardly remember what to do, the bathroom looked unfamiliar and he wasn''t even sure of what he should use. He took a small moment to realize that as a spirit they didn''t have those kinds of organs, and they did not eat. It seemed so unreal now that he thought about it and wondered how he was able to stay a spirit when he was a spirit¡­Perhaps the spiritual essence was their life force? But with humans¡­It was oxygen, blood, organs¡­ Andrea''s giggly voice sounded in his ears, telling him to use the small circle bowl with water in it and to unzip his pants. Cameron looked towards a corner, with some kind of an attachment, he saw that it had some water in it and did what he was told to do. While trying to figure it out, he wondered why he couldn''t remember such an easy task... He remembered what he did as a living, his mother, his father, especially his memories with Connor¡­But why couldn¡¯t he remember what food tasted like, what toilets were for and that it was necessary to drink water? He started towards the door, feeling accomplished, when Andrea thought, ¡®flush the toilet at the back and wash your hands!¡¯ Cameron mumbled, he was going to have to get a hold of this. He looked around for something that meant flush, like she had told him. He applauded himself when he found it and laughed when he finally washed his hands in the bowl. Cameron was overwhelmed with even more memories when he remembered that he wasn''t supposed to wash his hands there and his laughter made him cough. After he finished washing his hands, he put his hands over his mouth for a last cough to clear his throat. When he looked at it his hand, he saw blood¡­ Cameron had a flash of a memory and already felt like he knew what the blood meant. He closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with emotions, he did not want this, he wanted to experience life, not finish it again. It seemed certain that it was not just him coming back as human... But also that of his cancer, it had returned along with him... Volume 1, Chapter 14
Cameron decided he''d worry about his potential cancer tomorrow, as today was his day to rejoice in life, embrace it and be with Andrea. Tomorrow he will make decisions, choices and try to make sense out of any of this. He walked out to see Andrea playing with her niece, thinking so easily that she was just so beautiful. Connor was making fun of the toddler and Mark seemed to be laughing at what he had said. Cameron smiled, it felt nice, to be here, to spend time with people. He suddenly felt an urge to see his mother and father, his sister and nephew¡­His family. He found that the little one seemed to smile at him and his brother a lot. Getting up the nerve, Cameron asked if he could have a hold of the little one. He watched Lyn and Mark look at each other and smile, then passed her over to him. Cameron cannot remember the last time that he had held a child, even in his previous memories, he was always working. When he got her standing on her feet, looking at him, he looked back and another memory came to him¡­It was of his nephew at about the same age. Cameron put her down in his lap and ¡®stole¡¯ her nose, repeating what he had done several years ago. He could feel Andrea''s eyes on him, thinking that he would make a great father, and that if she were the mother, that would be great. Cameron looked up at her then, and smiled, "I think she likes me." Andrea''s laughter was making him all funny inside and he decided that it was a good time to give the lovely child back to her mother, whilst saying, "She is beautiful." But really, Cameron was giddy¡­Too giddy! With Andrea¡¯s thoughts, he found himself extremely happy and another part of himself seemed to sigh in relief for some reason¡­ As Lyn, Mark and their daughter got into their car to leave, Cameron told them that they must meet up again and soon. He wanted to see them again before he had to leave, he wanted to be a part of the family. Family...Something that the spirits weren''t...But something that he missed now that he knew that he was missing it. Whilst a spirit, it¡¯s more like a job but you never know what you are missing because¡­Well, it just isn¡¯t there. You feel like everything is fine and you feel like it isn¡¯t a job that you are doing but since returning back here to Earth, Cameron now knew. He knew that it was like a lie¡­ Mark nodded his hand with force, then got him in for a manly hug, and said, "Break her heart, I''ll break yours." He knew Andrea was watching, she thought her brother was a mongrel. Cameron laughed at her and her brother thought that Cameron was laughing at him. "I mean it, Mate!" His stern look was seen by Connor, who said walking past, "Oh oh, Cameron''s in trouble." Cameron stopped and nodded. He looked so much the gentleman, but then he looked at his brother and said, "What are you, twelve?" Cameron watched Connor wave as the car backed out and started down the driveway away from them. He saw him turn, fidgeting with his hands, and he looked up to say, "Yeah I''m ganna get goin hey, got things to do and work tomorrow, so I hope to see you soon ok. I¡¯ll leave you two alone for a while." Andrea walked forward, towards Connor, and said, "You don''t have to leave Connor, stay. I can go, if anyone should leave, it should be me¡­" Cameron knew she thought that, that she didn''t think she had a right to make Connor leave. But her thoughts did state that she did have hope to be with Cameron soon, that maybe Connor will reject her offer of him being with his brother¡­ Connor shook his head, putting his hands up, "No no, I''m fine, really, I had a great time today. Just goin to calm down and besides, I really do have work tomorrow." Connor looked at Cameron and smiled. He was doing this on purpose¡­ Connor ducked inside and got his keys, surprisingly, he kissed Andrea on the cheek and punched Cameron on the shoulder, and even ran to his car. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Cameron wondered if there was actually somewhere that he had indeed planned to go. It was only normal that he couldn¡¯t read his mind, since he grew up with him as human, but since being a spirit and having that extra type of talent, he wished that he could read his brother¡¯s mind at the moment. "Bye." Was all Andrea said, her thoughts were quite different though. Cameron turned to her, picking up her hands, and said, "So you think this, my holding your hands, my being here at your house alone with you, is wrong?" Andrea raised her eyebrows, "Now you are using your talent against me Mr. It does make me feel bad though. I just feel I have no right to take you from your brother, when he''s known you your whole life." "¡­Maybe it would be more so your turn then, since I have spent so much time with him previously." Cameron wanted to add something else, lightly. "I don''t know how long I''ll be here. I want to make the best of it." Cameron put up Andrea''s hands to his mouth and kissed them, then he said. "I want to say something, and I''ve been waiting to say it to you." He looked up at her. She already knew what he was going to say, as her thoughts told him that she loved him too. Cameron pulled her in for a hug, and leaned in close to her ear, "And I love you." Cameron held her, as she held him. Considering all the times that they had wanted to touch the other, this hug extended for more than just a few seconds, but time was not something that they were worried about at the moment. For some reason they felt right, even though they really still didn¡¯t know much about the other. Granted, both of them were attracted to the other¡¯s looks but, it was more than that. Was it the words that the other had said? Was it that they looked straight at the other, completely submerged into them as they had spoken before? Andrea was thinking of her sister, Connor, Cameron and herself. How they were supposed to meet, that they should have somehow met in the real world at some time. That¡­There was something strangely supernatural going on and that, at this present time with Cameron in her arms¡­It wasn¡¯t as scary as she should think it is. Without this supernatural strangeness going on, she wouldn¡¯t have met Cameron and that thought was saddening. So¡­She could only accept that something weird was going on and go along with the flow¡­As long as she had Cameron by her side. Cameron started to move his hands to her hair and her thoughts changed again as pictures filled his head. Pictures of the last kiss, of their first hug and of right now. Cameron moved his head down as she moved hers up to his, kissing her again was like the first time and like the second time. Cameron then took the kiss deeper, to see what more pictures she could come up with. Again, it became too much for him and so he picked her up and took her inside. As he closed the door and locked it, he knew that with the time he had, right now, he felt like everything was perfect. He hadn''t married when he was human. He had gotten close twice, but both times, they had left saying the same thing, that he had put his work before them. He hadn''t worried too much back then for some reason. Not having any kind of urge to change or chase after them... Now, though, feeling like there was no tomorrow, he couldn''t see himself anywhere else. Was this what happened when you have died once before? That...Everything mattered so much more!? To some degree, he was thankful to the spiritual world. Being there, he was able to get to know Andrea, speak openly without having more important matters. Over time, he grew fond of her and their meetings. Who she was, now that he remembered, was someone he''d generally would have helped when he was human. He would try and get to know what made her smile or what wouldn''t make her feel bad... Sitting down on her bed, he placed her comfortably on his lap. What makes her smile? Truly, he felt very powerful, as one thing that makes her smile...Was him. He cuddled into her, both staying silent as they were both happy. Possessing her mouth, he felt the need to continue. Would it be asking too much if he could have more of her? It wasn''t like they had just met... There was also another strange need to be with her that seemed to come out of nowhere. It was a dormant side of Cameron that has been sleeping and¡­Was slowly awakening... Her hazy thoughts flooded inside of him as he continued to lose himself to her. He didn''t have much time, he thought as he started to undress her. With the time he had left, he was going to take advantage of it. He could feel that what they had, was just beginning, something that will grow into a much deeper love...And it wasn¡¯t just an idea or a feeling either, he knew¡­He knew it, like he could tell the future¡­Yet, how did that make sense when he already had cancer again? As much as he knew something, realistically he was already dying once again as a human! It was very confusing! How he wished he could grow old with her! How he wished he could have each holiday with her, to have trips with her and¡­A family. The urge to do all these things was incredible! Again, it was like a dormant part of himself really was waking up! Feeling something overtake him sometimes, Cameron found things speeding up when he came too and could only lose himself to what they were doing. Andrea was not at all fighting the intimacy, if anything, she seems to be initiating some of it herself. The strange things was¡­He really thought this time was completely different¡­As in different to being humanly possible¡­ Something spiritual was going on¡­But what? Nonetheless, he had forgotten, but he was sure that this time was the best experience he''s ever had. On purpose, he made sure he would remember every bit he could. Her voice, her feel, her thoughts and didn''t stop until they both collapsed. He honestly started to hate death, but what could he do? ¡­Should he tell her? Tell her that even if Amillia lets him stay, he¡¯d still have to leave soon anyway? Unconsciously, he hugged her tighter in his sleep, as he dreamt of having cancer two years ago... *** Volume 1, Chapter 15
Amillia sat there, seeing pictures and colors and amazing lights. It was so amazing, her mind was buzzing with things that she seemed to not understand, one of the something''s was brown and sprouting into green, and another see through object that would open and close, which showed another lot of pictures on the other side. There were so many pictures, none of them made any sense, but they were so pretty. "Amillia?" She heard from somewhere else. She just sat there, seeing another colour with something shiny at the end of it, they mixed so well together. "Amillia?" The voice said, this time a bit concerned. Turning, she saw Connor standing there, hands in pockets. There was something else there, but she could not put a feeling to it. As she stared at Connor, a vision popped into her head¡­Cameron. "How is Cameron? Is there anything to report?" Connor shrugged, "He''s doin" fine. As though he never left. He still talks like you though, like he''s been away to some stuck-up boy¡¯s school or somethin." Amillia turned her head sideways, "What is stuck up boy''s school?" Connor looked at her, sat down, and said, "It''s where all the rich people go to learn how to do stuff." Amillia turned her head back to the pretty pictures. She didn¡¯t feel the need to understand what Connor had just said¡­ "Amillia, how did Cameron get here? I heard you two had some kind of meeting before he¡­Transported here." Amillia turned her head and nodded, "Yes, you are right." In a semi robot voice, Amillia told Connor what happened when she saw Cameron in his room. She pictured the whole thing as she explained it and listened to what Connor was thinking. She heard him think about what Cameron had said to get Amillia back, which it sounded unlike his brother. She turned her head, stopping to say, "Yes, we are not used to ¡®spirits¡¯ coming up with new ideas. We have very few who think for themselves and when they start making things harder for us, we turn them in to be transitioned.¡± Connor sighed, leaving a question as to why thinking would be such a bad thing. Amillia searched for the right answer, "We do not think, it¡¯s not the spiritual way, we are to be bound by instincts, to be the guardians of the transpers and not ask questions." Amillia was watching Connor again, she could see that he couldn''t help it as he said, "Why, Why not? I just don''t understand. That¡¯s like¡­A slave!" Shaking her head Amillia decided Connor was asking too many questions, "Why? It is not like we do not have freedom, we have things that we can do. Why should we ask questions?" Connor sat up, remembering he wanted to ask about those pictures she sees, Amillia smiled. Looking into the distance, she tried to explain some of the things that she saw as the pretty pictures and during one of them, Connor made a suggestion of something called a tree. "And what is a tree Connor?" He raised his eyebrows, thinking what it was with these people, that they didn''t even know what a tree was! Amillia interrupted any further thoughts with, "Enough Connor, we are not ¡®people¡¯ we are ¡®spirits¡¯!" Connor looked at her in astonishment, she felt his regret, as he didn''t want her to disappear or to stop his visits. "I''m sorry Amie, I didn''t mean you, just¡­Uh, a tree is a brown log, wood, lives in the ground, has branches and off those branches you get nice green leaves. The trees make oxygen for us, so that we can breathe." Amillia felt him hope that he has made up for being a jerk. ¡­The feeling of hope was quite a nice feeling and she liked it. "Thank you." But¡­She did not have trees here. Here, it was more like little spaces that they all stayed in and outside of the light was only darkness. She had no desire to walk anywhere else besides that of where the spirits were and did not know what was out there. Well, not at least till now¡­Now she had a certain curiosity upon what else was here¡­Perhaps a tree was out there¡­In the darkness¡­ Connor smiled, wanting to do more as such as to ask her on a date again, or to take her for a walk at the very least. Amillia felt his want, it was interesting to feel something that she had never felt before, it was the same feeling she felt when she realized Connor was there¡­ You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. What was strange to her, was that she knew that this was wrong, yet she couldn¡¯t stop herself from feeling it. Were all human¡¯s so complex? They felt something nearly all the time and it was starting to give her a headache! Was this the reason why Cameron had changed? Why Cameron wanted to stay with the humans? Because of hope? Because of feeling special that someone was giving him all the attention? She saw this in Connor, that his full attention was on her and she felt another type of feeling overcome her, but she didn¡¯t know what that was. Connor was thinking about her lips now, so Amillia put her hand up to feel them, all these interesting feelings were going through her mind. Why were her lips getting attention? What does my ¡®body¡¯¡­ An idea of Connor¡¯s hit her then and she found out what they were for¡­ Well, she never thought that contact with another in such a way was something that a spirit could do! She only ever held another¡¯s hand and transferred spiritual essence to them for them to calm down, but lips to lips¡­ Does it signify anything? She turned to Connor, when he said, "I''m turning you on aren''t I?" Amillia stopped her thinking, she had gone too far with questioning and felt like things were getting out of control! "I must bring Cameron back home." Connor''s voiced nearly yelled at her, saying, "No, ah no, I do believe he''s busy¡­With your sister." Connor recalled the last minutes when he was in Cameron''s sight. Amillia saw Cameron pick up Andrea and go inside a big¡­Something. "What does that mean Connor?" Again, touching beyond holding hands did not make any sense to her! Why would he pick her up like that and where were they going? Connor laughed at her, she asked yet another question and told her that he was proud of her. Amillia felt an urge to do something but was confused on what it was. Connor then told her that he may think that she would be the kind to poke her tongue out to something like that. The kind¡­To poke her tongue out? What kind? What tongue!? What is he talking about!? Amillia looked at him, waiting, and he finally said, "It means that they will get, uh, personal. They will¡­Grrr, I''ll only do this once." Amillia felt a pain, then saw a vision, it looked like Cameron and Andrea were very close indeed and then it stopped. Connor did some kind of gesture to the ground, and said, "Hope that was enough." She felt a pain again. She was confused though because he felt like he had no trouble coming up with that type of ¡®display¡¯ for her, yet¡­ Hearing him think that it was only because his brother looked like him and that the other looked like her that he had gone to such an extent, made her even more confused. But¡­Why was it painful? Did he dislike his brother? Did he dislike the idea of what¡­ As Connor started to think, why he was here picturing ¡®sick stuff¡¯ when he could go home and have a drink, smoke and play games, Amillia¡¯s mind went blank for a moment. She felt him wonder, but she was confused with his confusion of not wanting to leave, when he plainly just thought of doing just that and then she had all these questions because of it! This¡­Being, was very¡­ He didn¡¯t make any sense! His words, actions and thoughts were¡­ Not even knowing it, Amillia frowned for the first time while being a spirit. Deciding then, that Connor was going to be something to stay away from, Amillia then tried to revert back to how she ¡®should¡¯ be. "I am sorry to cut this short, Connor, but I will still see for myself." Amillia then connected to Cameron and teleported. Cameron''s thoughts were strong, they were travelling fast and Amillia understood very little about them. The feelings she felt were strong, and getting stronger, as the room was becoming a nest for the essence. Even watching them hold hands and have their heads together became draining to her for some strange reason. The feeling that Cameron possessed most was intoxicating and made her feel like she was missing out on something very vital in her existence. Not only that, she felt like she was in the presence of something so grand and superior to her, that she felt like she should also bow her head submissively¡­ ¡­Amillia felt no other thing was to be done but teleport back to her room. "Told ya." Connor said. Amillia, still full of feelings and thoughts, walked closer to Connor, making him breathe in. She could nearly feel his aura, she could see into his eyes, Amillia put out her hand, knowing somehow already, that he would take it. She watched how his hand floated through hers, how sparks were slightly going off as their aura''s mixed. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. Connor was wondering how she was feeling, and so she answered him, "I feel strange, like I''m not supposed to feel this way. I think I have crossed a boundary." She then heard him laugh, "You crossing a boundary!? I am talking to nobody, anyone walking past me will think that I''m crazy! I have stopped smoking and I have been smoking for, what, three years! I''m talking to somebody and not playing my PlayStation at home, with some kind of booze and junk food in my hand. You, boundary? Please!" Amillia could feel Connor getting upset, getting a weakness¡­ Her normal routine, for this kind of thing, would be to pass through energy to him and restore his feelings. Amillia put her hands on both sides of Connor''s perfectly still face, closed her eyes and she passed her energy into him. Opening her eyes, she saw Connor in front of her, not only was he in her room but he was actually there, she could feel his face between her hands. He was uncertain, "Amillia?" Staying still, she too could not believe what was going on. ¡­Why was he here? Connor''s thoughts led to so many questions, as he wanted to know if this is where she lived, how things worked, how ¡®the hell¡¯ it happened¡­ Amillia had enough, even though he hadn¡¯t voiced any of these questions out loud, "Stop it, Connor!" His silence was refreshing¡­ Letting her arms drop, she felt his irritation but turned away from him. Amillia didn''t know what to do, there were books but as far as she was concerned there would be nothing in them that would describe what was happening right now. She could teleport to many spirits, but teleporting a human here, to her!? In fact, it had come to be known that she had a unique talent just because she was able to teleport so easily to where she needed to go. Other spirits like her normally can only teleport to transpers, yet, she seemed to be the only one that could teleport to where a spirit was and Xelo, her superior, didn¡¯t want to question it. If there was anyone who followed the rules the most, it was him but¡­Wasn¡¯t it questionable!? Amillia couldn¡¯t help it, she was questioning so much recently that she could only feel full and¡­Well, what was it? Why did she feel full? Why did she feel like she was¡­More? And, to the most of it¡­It was this man that¡­ She then looked over at the silent Connor. He sat there, looking noticeably paler by the second, making Amillia seize her thoughts immediately. Amillia could then see that his heart was slowing down. "Connor?" He looked at her and she could see that he was weakening more so, his eyes then slowly closed. He fell to the floor with a thump and Amillia immediately kneeled down to him, feeling a drastic amount of emotion flow through her, yet she didn¡¯t know what it was. "Connor!" She yelled. Volume 1, Chapter 16
Putting two shaky hands to Connor¡¯s face again, Amillia tried to restore him. Nothing was happening though, and she saw that his heart had slowed even more! Amillia found Cameron''s connection, still holding Connor''s face, and teleported. As soon as she could, she yelled out for Cameron and he was on his knees next to Connor in an instant, "What is going on, Amillia!?" Amillia let go of Connor, feeling a terrible feeling, one close to which Cameron was feeling just before restoring him. It was feeling that was making her speechless. "Connor!" She heard Cameron yell. Andrea had come by then and in a hurry, she picked up his arm and stood there, making Amillia feel something else to seeing Andrea doing nothing else! Amillia couldn''t take it anymore, "Save him please! His heart has just stopped!" Andrea held his nose and breathed into his body, Cameron did something to his chest, then he looked up at Amillia and said, "Why is he not breathing, Amillia?" She found that she was rocking herself and stopped, "I saw he was¡­.I did¡­He was weakening, and I restored him, he ended up coming to my room, he was there, I was touching him and then he fell." Not even realizing that she had not even stated things as she usually did, and breathing heavily with overwhelming feelings, Amillia could only watch with scared eyes upon the lifeless body of Connor. Watching them continue what they were doing, Amillia saw an aura go around him again, "He''s coming back, He''s coming back!" Closing her eyes, Amillia waited, she heard Connor¡¯s heart, his pulse, still weak but they were there. She waited eagerly for him to think something, anything! Opening her eyes, she saw them blurring, and Amillia put her legs in front of her, cuddled them and started rocking again. Connor started to cough, he moved slightly, and it made her laugh, feeling like she had just lost a great weight upon her body. Amillia went closer to him, never wanting to touch something so bad in her existence. "I''m so sorry. I didn''t mean it." Finally, she heard him think that he heard her and told her not to worry, that only the best of girls made him faint! Amillia was so happy that she laughed, looking at Cameron and Andrea. Cameron was looking back at her and he told her that she was crying. Crying? Amillia touched her cheek and saw that it was so. She wasn''t totally sure of the emotion behind it, but it didn''t matter, Connor was ok and that seemed to be really important for some reason. "I think she has the touch of death Cameron." Connor said groggily, rolling over to his side. Cameron laughed, "You sad, sad man." Andrea stood up, sat on the chair closest to Amillia and looked at Connor. If things weren¡¯t so hectic at the moment, Andrea would want to jump into those arms of her sisters but¡­She should make sure that Connor is alright first. Luckily, she had learned CPR from working in the hospital, so that she was able to help Connor at this moment. Andrea had never thought that CPR would ever be needed, and she had only been one of the ones picked to have done it for free in the first place! Even though she was having troubles with her boss at the moment, Andrea was suddenly very grateful towards her! Amillia was certain that Andrea could see her, but why could she see her now, and not before? Something was making her feel different, her head was starting to hurt intolerably and Amillia tried to block it away. Andrea said, "Connor, we have been looking for you for days, where have you been? Cameron even had to act like you to your family." Connor tried to sit up, with that not working, he simply said, "What do you mean days, as far as I''m aware It''s still the day I saw you guys." Connor moaned, thinking that he wasn''t going to do what happened before for a little while, making Amillia smile. She was just so glad he was living again. Cameron looked from Andrea to Connor, "She is right Connor. You left our place and we have not seen you since, that was three days ago." Connor looked at Amillia, she heard him think along the lines of something about days on her planet and Amillia laughed at his knowledge, and said, "Connor is right, we may go around our sun in a lot less years or more, depending on this one." If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Connor had another quick thought of the time that it would take to teleport from one place to another, that it may seem instant but might actually take more time than they originally thought. Then, he thought that perhaps a black hole was around her planet¡­But then he told himself to stop thinking because it hurt too much. Cameron sighed, "It doesn''t matter, we are just glad that your back. He has some catching up to do." Amillia heard the word cancer from Cameron¡¯s thoughts and shot her head up towards Cameron. He was looking at her, telling her that he has about two months left to live on this planet. Amillia looked at Andrea, seeing her silent, still not looking at either of them. Cameron told her that Andrea knows, that she has taken it hard. Taken what hard? What is this cancer to be so¡­Like this? Again, Amillia didn¡¯t understand why humans always acted so¡­Emotional! Connor was silent and Amillia looked down to see him sleeping and it didn''t take long for pictures of her to come into his head and she seemed glad to that knowledge but did not understand why. Amillia stood up, as did Cameron, and he looked at Andrea and put a hand out to her. Amillia watched her take his hand and followed him to a place Amillia had been before, the room she left, the room that lead her to touch Connor the way she had. The room that she had felt like it had a superior presence in it¡­That seemed to no longer be here now¡­ When Andrea sat down, Cameron knelt in front of her and told her to stay here and that he was just going to make things more comfortable for Connor. Andrea nodded, only making Amillia more confused and want to question what was going on. Amillia watched closely as Cameron tried to wake Connor and half helped him onto the couch. Connor turned and fell right back asleep, as Amillia stood by, ready to watch over him a bit longer, but Cameron said, "Do you realize that you are now human?" Looking down at herself, she felt no different. She felt¡­ Blinking, Amillia felt her head ache, having stopped it previously, and tried her hardest to prevent it from getting any worse. Perhaps, she does feel a little different after all¡­ "Have your memories returned?" He asked her. Shaking her head, she wondered if that was what she was trying to block away and why her head hurt so much. Cameron sighed, "Amillia, I need your help. Can you restore me again?" Amillia touched him and felt her energy flow into him. Cameron asked her without voice if she could see anything that would become dangerous for him to be here. Strangely, this was something that made Amillia feel better, as it was something she was used to doing now. All the new things that were happening to her was really affecting her thoughts and actions! Amillia easily went to search Cameron¡¯s body and found something there that may stop his existence here on this planet and Amillia, acting on impulse, touched him and teleported back to her room. Cameron sat down in a sigh, and said, "That is not what I asked you to do Amillia, I just wanted to know if you could get rid of it." Amillia looked again, and said, "I did, it¡¯s gone." Cameron looked at her and stood up, he looked around the room thinking of Andrea. She knew that he didn''t find her when he looked at her. "¡­I don''t know how to return to her." Amillia had watched Cameron disappear, to teleport to his room, and still had not seen him for two callings later. Amillia didn''t see much of Connor either, he had not shown up in her room for quite a while, for his earth days it would be to Amillia''s best guess of three, maybe four days¡­Perhaps more¡­ She wasn¡¯t too sure on how days went here or there, they never cared for time here and it was something now that she wished she had asked Cameron before he had left. Amillia was trying to accept the fact that things had definitely changed and that she was one to ask questions, one in which was, why does she want to see Connor so much? There was a job she did have to do though, and she''s given enough time to Cameron to accept change to go to him and see that he gets his report to the Azulious¡­The leaders of all the spirits¡­ Finding Cameron''s connection, Amillia teleported and found herself in the middle of his report. She had not actually been in contact with them, but she had knowledge of them since before she could remember and for some reason, she knew it was a long time. Cameron was silent as he recalled his existence to the Azulious, as they were reading his mind. Amillia knew that the Azulious were the first of the ¡®spirit¡¯ kind and also knew that they have done more than any other spirit. The Azulious followed their instincts more then any other and knew to help the transpers, they decided on where the spirits were to help, when one transitioned from being a transper, and they were also the ones that filled in their knowledge in books. It was known to all that they were the ones that set the rules for the spirits, making the last judgement upon putting a spirit back into turmoil to be transitioned once again. Amillia still did not know where the pretty lights come from and the able use of teleportation, as that was something there already before the Azulious¡­Yet, how did she know that? With her thinking like this, voices told her to be silent, so her thinking seized. She heard Cameron speak, "We do not think, it¡¯s not the spiritual way¡­We are to be bound by instincts, to be the guardians of the transpers¡­And not ask questions." Amillia knew it was bad if he had to say those words. She remembered saying them not to long ago, when she had brought Connor to her room. All of a sudden, her name was called¡­ Standing up next to Cameron, she did as she was told. She also gave her existence knowledge to them. This time it was Amillia''s turn, "We do not think, it¡¯s not the spiritual way¡­We are to be bound by instincts, to be the guardians of the transpers¡­And not ask questions." Amillia was told that it was not to happen again, that they both were to be watched and if they were to do anything nonspiritual, they were to be placed with the transpers to be transitioned once again, which would mean that both her and Cameron would not be able to communicate to anyone¡­Starting all over again if they were to become a spirit once more... After being told this, they were free to go but Cameron did not even look at her as he teleported away, as did she¡­ *** Being watched made Amillia try hard to go back to normal, which only was of callings and then watching the pretties. Whenever she thought about Cameron and wanted to see how he was coping, she was stopped. One time she was stopped by those watching her, the other times she stopped her thoughts herself, feeling like she should not do it. She felt that the situation was not good and that going back to being a transper was far from what she wanted, so¡­For the time being, she had to be good. But as much as being a ¡®spirit¡¯ was a ¡®habit¡¯ and was doing something by instincts, it was no longer a ¡®right¡¯ feeling to Amillia. She didn¡¯t understand, but it just felt like she was now empty¡­ Volume 1, Chapter 17
A few times Connor came, he spoke to her, but she could not speak to him. Amillia could not even think about what Connor had told her because those who were watching her would then know. It was¡­Difficult¡­Especially when she felt immediately better and felt fuller when he was there. Just him talking or thinking, even though she wasn¡¯t trying to pay attention, seemed to help her. And that was a reason why it was so difficult, because she wanted to hear him, wanted to talk to him, to see him¡­ Getting back into the routine was harder than she thought, she told herself that it had not been long that she did all this stuff without any problems and that she was to do it again. As her watcher went for a daily update on her progression, she just sat down and watched the pretty¡¯s, that didn¡¯t seem to be so pretty anymore. Suddenly, her arm felt the touch of another, and she looked up to see Cameron, feeling a slight change in his aura¡­But it was vanishing¡­ She went to ask him how he had found her, but he silenced her and said, "I cannot stay here, I have to go back. She has been so worried about me and if it''s my last trip, I no longer care, this is not how I want to spend my time." Amillia nodded, she gripped his hand and she closed her eyes. Her existence had changed¡­Her instincts had changed¡­ Now she knew of another path and seeing this one as being something that made her feel empty, she wanted to go with Cameron! Actually, Amillia was smiling, feeling a nice feeling and one that made her feel lighter! She just couldn¡¯t wait to experience more! The brightness in her eyes were making things hard for her to see, she was even worried that Cameron had let her go and that she was trapped in some kind of white box. "It will pass." She heard Cameron say, and it did. Before, when she had brought Connor back from her world, it hadn¡¯t been like this but¡­ Looking up at the sun, squinting to its brightness, Amillia could only think that it was because she had been inside a house and that it had been night-time then. Amillia looked around, there was something that she noticed she had seen before that was near them. It was the see-through door and outside were those brown logs with the funny sprouting green stuff. Amillia realized this place was familiar¡­That the ¡®pretty¡¯s¡¯¡­Was it that the ¡®pretties were of someone¡¯s memories? Amillia then turned to look on the other side and found her sister cleaning in the corner¡­ With the sight of her sister, Amillia¡¯s mind filled up with memories. Having stopped them from coming previously, Amillia let it happen now, feeling overwhelmed. The human Amillia, was not like the spirit Amillia. She found that the person she used to be was a lot more¡­Different¡­ Laughing, smiling, cheekiness¡­She really was someone that tried to think the best of everything. Actually, now that she remembered her memories, she still agreed with herself that her and Andrea were very different, even though they looked very similar. Andrea was more of a negative, lonesome type person, whereas she had been the complete opposite. Frowning to memories that felt real, yet unreal at the same time, Amillia put a hand to her aching head. Cameron, who was watching her and remembering his own remembrance, smiled at her. He hadn¡¯t lost his memories upon returning back to the spirit world, so he didn¡¯t have to go through what Amillia was going through again. He asked her if it had been worth leaving the spirit world behind, to which Amillia nodded. ¡­A second chance was better than not knowing, even if she still gets cancer. Being here, being someone that could question, that could act more¡­Herself, sounded better already. Right, she was also the twin with more courage. Actually, now that she thought about it, she knew that she wouldn¡¯t regret this decision, she just knew it! Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Watching her sister work, Amillia stood there waiting, her sister was in her own little world, like always, and she looked as though she had circles under her eyes. Amillia couldn''t wait any longer though, so she walked up to her sister and put her hand down to her. Watching her look up, her face going from sad to shock, was giving Amillia happiness that she did not recall having while being a ¡®spirit¡¯. Already, she felt like this was a great decision! Andrea had got up, had it known by Cameron that Amillia was really here again and gave her a hug, that reminded Amillia of strength, and she returned it. Not only did she hear Andrea cry but herself also, and through the haze she heard Andrea say, "I can''t believe you''re here." Amillia shook her head, saying, "I know, me either! Cameron just said he was leaving, probably never to return and I took his hand to come too!" Andrea pulled back away from her and looked past her, "Cameron!" As Andrea rushed into Cameron''s arms, Amillia stood there and just listened. Cameron was saying that he loved her, not just out loud but in his head also. Andrea was just happy that he was there as Amillia could tell by the way she closed her eyes and leant towards him. It seems that the she had gotten less sleep and Amillia was sure that Andrea felt better now¡­Although, shouldn¡¯t she be getting more attention!? After all, she had literally come back from the dead! "Ah, excuse the interruption but can I just borrow this young lady please?" Someone said, taking Andrea''s hand then and walking her away. ¡°Rude!¡± Amillia stated bluntly. Amillia then looked around, seeing Cameron, who was obviously listening to Andrea''s thoughts and Amillia heard his thoughts on what was going on. There were a few people around, some not even looking at them but just walking past, and then there were others just sitting there talking to someone or playing with their phones. Hang on¡­Didn¡¯t they just come out of nowhere? Where was all the yelling and screaming? But it seemed that no one was giving them any attention and Amillia looked back to see where they had come from¡­It was sort of concealed but really, if one was close by they should have noticed two people suddenly appearing out of nowhere! There was one person though, that caught her eye. This unfamiliar person looked beyond interested in what was going on with them! Perhaps¡­Did he see us? Amillia turned from his gaze and tried to think of why he would be that way. Looking back at the unfamiliar person, who was currently looking towards Andrea, she saw then that he wrote something down on a little notepad. Amillia looked at Andrea, after she had returned from her ¡®boss¡¯, and she waited till her face turned to her and tried to get her attention. But, as much as she wanted to know more about her sister getting fired, it was probably a good idea to get Andrea to think of something else¡­ She got closer to Andrea, and asked, "Who is the man sitting opposite us with crossed legs and a notepad in his hands?" Andrea slowly looked in that direction, and then looked at Amillia with raised eyebrows, "I know him. His name is Piet, I wonder why he''s here¡­" No more was said though, as her boss took her away, making Amillia frown. "Andrea was fired, people were just making it too hard for her boss to keep her here, her boss had also told her that she had to spend a day or two in the mental ward." When Cameron was telling her that, she understood why Andrea was being taken away by some staff, Amillia had nearly started yelling at them, she''d only just given her sister a hug and she was gone¡­Only to get fired! So not cool! She thought, knowing now that Andrea was being admitted into the mental part of the hospital. Andrea having acted the way she did was only normal! She was talking to Cameron, hello! So what if he was like a ghost and no one else could see him, she was only telling the truth! Cameron stopped her from chasing after Andrea and with that she turned to see this ¡®Piet¡¯ person looking at her. Amillia felt like hitting something, she felt like hitting Piet, she had never met him, but he had a bad aura around him and for some reason she wanted him to be the target! Cameron dragged her along outside and after a minute¡¯s walk, he stopped. Amillia looked up at him and saw that he wasn''t himself, he was thinking that it had been the wrong time and that he''s caused trouble. Amillia had to say something and blurted out, "There was nothing you could have done Cameron, I think Piet made this happen." Uh? Why would I just say that!? ¡®I think¡¯, no, I didn¡¯t think at all! Besides, Piet wasn¡¯t even part of the reason why Cameron was thinking as he was! Amillia was sure that Cameron was thinking that it was the time that he had left Andrea, after a short time together, of why it was the ¡®wrong time¡¯. Then, he was thinking he caused trouble for Andrea, as if he didn¡¯t show up today, she might still have her job¡­What¡¯s this got to do with Piet!? Wanting to look at that ¡®Piet¡¯ again, Amillia felt like there was more to him and she just couldn¡¯t figure out why she felt that way! How did she feel like she knew him when she felt like she¡¯d never seen him before? But it was undeniable, she didn¡¯t like him and that was that! Cameron looked at her and she saw a picture of a man walking into a garden type area, not only did that place have memories but it was indeed the same man. "Yes, that''s him." Cameron''s thoughts took another detour, he was thinking of Connor, which Andrea had quickly told him where he was before she was taken away. "Ok, " She said, "Let¡¯s go." ¡­But Amillia didn''t move, she wasn''t too sure on how to get there. Cameron was watching her and laughed, he had memories longer then she had hers and went back into the hospital. He showed her his thoughts of some kind of box and then a vehicle, told her that he needed Andrea''s keys and they were going to drive there. Cameron hesitated when they were inside and Amillia could see that he wanted to see if Andrea was ok. Amillia waited patiently for Cameron to accept that he will come back very soon anyway and followed him through some corridor. He was picturing a past event to remember where he had to go and she saw Andrea showing him the way, while doing so, she was telling him that she hadn''t found any records of him while cleaning the hospital. That¡¯s right, they had three days together, or something like that. Didn¡¯t Andrea say three days? Oh, and didn¡¯t they say that they had to see Connor¡¯s family as well? Which obviously meant that Cameron had to act like Connor¡­ Amillia let out a small laugh, wishing to have seen it! She might not know these two twins very well, but it was obvious that they were as different to each other as she was with Andrea¡­ What else did they get up to in that three days? Cameron kept walking and turned a corner to the employee¡¯s lockers. He knew the combination, got her keys and started back again but stopping halfway through the corridor to some stairs, which lead to the car park. Through his mind, she saw her car and smiled, it was the same one that they went on all their trips together. Ah, hello old friend! ¡­Once they were in the car, they were on their way, heading towards Connor. Volume 1, Chapter 18
Cameron seemed responsible enough to drive and he seemed to understand the road signs enough to get us out of the hospital area, making Amillia aware that two years gone and dead, didn¡¯t mean the world wouldn¡¯t change! It felt like the world did a huge change, yet she also felt like no time at all had passed. It was¡­Just plain weird to her! Cameron didn''t speak till he was sure that he knew where he was going and when he did, he said, "I think I''ve figured out a few things Amillia, we cannot bring Andrea and Connor to our planet. I have a feeling that they just don''t belong there, they would stand out and be known. I checked it up when our watchers went to update, we have oxygen, just not that much. I thought that was the reason why Connor had troubles at first, but it would take longer for Connor to have fainted the way he did. I think It''s because he was human. He was alive, he had a heartbeat. Do you notice that when we are there, we don''t have a heart, we don''t have sexual organs, we don''t even understand getting angry¡­Did you notice that? We are not alive Amillia, Connor was, it¡¯s like he was on a death planet." Cameron paused, probably because he had to turn somewhere, and Amillia could see the turn he was looking for in his head. Once they finally turned the corner, he continued, "And think about it, we come here, we are doomed, we get cancer and have three months to live. We cannot survive if we are together, it is a connection that we are not able to make. We cannot go back, we knew that when we teleported out, but I don''t want things to end in three months. I just don''t know how I''m going to make that happen¡­" Amillia sat there, wondering if there was something along the line of her memories or her spiritual existence for anything that would help the situation¡­But couldn¡¯t find anything¡­At least not right now¡­ Amillia started to feel useless though, and she really questioned how she had become someone of use in the spiritual realm. Having that unique gift there, made her feel less powerful here. Clenching her hands and nodding her head, Amillia was determined! She will find something! Another voice suddenly came into Amillia''s head, changing her line of thoughts, ¡®Life, mife, crife, bife, sife, ah stuff it¡­Back, sack, oh yeah! Mack, pack. That¡¯ll do. For the love of my life, there''s no turning back. A shame you don''t come in, all in one pack. Ok¡­Now I''m just losing my manly status¡­Besides, does that make any sense, she is one pack dammit, one pack of two lovely tits and eyes¡­Perhaps I should say eyes first uh, she has one pack of two lovely eyes¡­And boobies¡­¡¯ "You hear him don''t you." Cameron asked, he was smiling at her as he had caught her laugh all of a sudden. "Yes," She giggled at Connor''s next thought, ¡®Pleeeeeeease come and see me again, if you don¡¯t, I''ll go insaaaaaaaaaane!¡¯ Amillia couldn''t wait any longer, she felt his connection and teleported, scaring him to fall over. Amillia¡¯s eyes sparkled as she held out her hand to help him up and Connor looked at it and wondered if it were possible. Her nod was all he needed, telling her that she didn''t have to ask him twice! He took her hand gently, stopping a moment, just happy to have a real hand of hers in his, and then finally got up. Once he was up, he pulled her close, put his hands in her hair and kissed her. Amillia was not sure if she had expected that or not but she didn''t pull back and realized that it was what she wanted too. She tried to show how sorry she was and how much she appreciated that he had still talked to her when she was being watched. What was weird though, was that she didn¡¯t understand why he was so devoted to her after so little time. She wasn¡¯t even who she was when she had been a spirit yet¡­ Remembering that he was already assuming that she was the ¡®type¡¯ to poke out her tongue at him, she was somewhat wondering if he might have already known that she was different or something! Her thoughts slowly slurred into the nothingness as she kissed the man back. It wasn¡¯t her first kiss, so she even tried to win and dominate, but Connor didn¡¯t have a bar of that and continued to advance in rank through her body¡¯s defenses¡­ "Oh wow, Connor, didn''t think a sleaze like you would get that far with a woman." The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Connor pulled back, silently apologising, and turned to whom had just spoken, and said, "If only you knew me Sarah, now all you''re going to be is jealous! I''ve got my girl now, but you¡¯re still lookin¡¯ for a date!" Amillia was still a gust with the kiss that she just had and didn''t realize that he had got her hand and started walking somewhere. Connor just about bumped into Cameron on their way out, which stopped them walking. Amillia just smiled up at him and watched Connor slap Cameron on the shoulder, and said, "Hey bro, sup, where''s Andrea? Wait, hang on, not a great place to talk, follow me." Amillia felt his hand tighten slightly over hers as she followed him, she tightened hers back, in his reply to his poem that he had made for her. Amillia couldn''t understand how his mind was always thriving, how he was always trying to impress her¡­Even if his poems didn¡¯t make much sense¡­ After Connor ¡®signed off¡¯, even though it wasn¡¯t his time to sign off just yet, he got everything he¡¯d need out of his locker and then continued to lead them elsewhere¡­ They were outside again now and walking towards the water, giving Amillia slight memories to some days with Andrea. Connor was looking at her, he said, "I know, Andrea told me." Amillia liked how he at least tried to read her mind, at least that one he got right! He interrupted her before she could reply, "And right now you''re thinking about me reading your mind?" Amillia laughed, he was relentless¡­And again right! They had walked down to some kind of street with some people and a van. Connor was leading the way and Amillia saw a few people wave to them and start walking over. Before they were in ear shot, Connor spoke, "Cameron I want you to see this." Amillia turned to Cameron and caught onto his feelings, he did realize that he had missed some time of his brother''s life and he wondered what that was. Curiosity filled them both as they finished the last stride to Connor''s friends, who said, "Hey mate, who¡¯s this? She''s hot!" Connor lifted their hands to their guest, and said, "Yeah, meet my girl, Amillia. Amillia this is Pete and Shane." Amillia went to shake their hands but Connor didn''t let her go, so she just nodded and said, "Hi." Connor swung their hands over to his brother, and said, "This is my brother Cameron." His friends nearly fell over, seeing a double of Connor, "Wow man, you never said that you had a twin, holy crap, that''s wicked! Hey, you here for dinner or what?" Connor looked at Cameron, "Here for dinner?" Cameron turned to Connor, Amillia could tell he wanted to talk but he gave in, feeling like he should learn something new from his brother, "Sure why not." Dinner was cheap, meaning free, and exhilarating, Amillia thought as she felt like she was tasting food for the first time. Connor had laughed at her a few times so Amillia decided that she was finished! Connor pictured her eating and she poked her tongue out at him, then he pictured her tongue in his mouth¡­ Shaking her head, blushing, Amillia was going to have to learn to give as well as she took with this boy! Connor stood up, Cameron also, Amillia was certain Cameron could not wait any longer to talk and be done, so that he can go and see Andrea. Over the last half an hour Connor had revised some of his past on the streets, Amillia heard and saw it to be quite a difficult time but with his brightened attitude she was sure he made it sound better than actually going through it. He spoke of getting ¡®moved on¡¯, and how he would ¡®borrow¡¯ power from elsewhere to charge up his phone. Connor also stated that he¡¯d slept on the ground and got bitten all the time by insects and how when it rained, that they were the worst of times¡­ Amillia didn¡¯t know if Connor knowing upon where to go to get some ¡®free grub¡¯ was saddening or something that made her pity him. Then, on that one particular day that there wasn¡¯t any ¡®free grub¡¯ that he knew of, he either went hungry, paid to go somewhere or went to some church place. Connor wasn¡¯t much for religion, he stated that he figured out a long time ago that if there were a god, then life wouldn¡¯t hold so much suffering¡­And Amillia was just as Apathetic. It was her brother¡­ Thinking of her own brother, Amillia had a moment of shock¡­She had not thought of him once and now¡­Now that she had, she really wanted to see him! Would it be possible? Ohmigod¡­My niece! My cute, lovable niece! I want to see her! Looking at Cameron, only to find him becoming more and more impatient, Amillia sighed¡­ She guessed that she would have to wait to see her brother and niece, and her sister in law¡­ They had time¡­Not much of it though, because if she was anything like Cameron and only had three months here¡­But it still should be enough time to go and see her family at least once though! They started walking away, waiting for Connor to say goodbye to his friends, and as soon as they were together Cameron said, "How long has passed? I figured it was at least two weeks, maybe three, at the most six" Connor looked at him, Amillia could see that he had news, when he looked at Amillia, he said, "Don''t say a word. I will explain." Cameron was looking at both of them but Amillia hadn''t gotten all the gossip yet! She saw Andrea being upset, when they had left for the spirit world, and that she hadn''t gone out of her way to see Cameron. Also, that Connor was low on sugar, he had to eat chocolate bars for the next day to feel normal, making sure that he could work¡­He didn¡¯t go to the hospital, to which made Amillia a bit upset¡­What if he needed assistance? He had stopped breathing after all, so he should have gone! "Just tell me please." Cameron had a hold on Connor''s shoulder, showing his desperation. Connor said, "It''s been 8 weeks, Andrea wasn''t that great after you left, she went to work and all. But as far as I was aware, she didn''t see you. She hasn''t talked to me much since actually, I went back home and tried to talk to Amillia but after a few times of being pretty much shutdown, I went back to Andrea''s, I figured it was the next best thing. She was quiet for days, I didn''t think to ask her for another three days after if she had seen you Cameron. We had a bit of difficulty after that with our families, ah we lied to them and Andrea nearly got caught out by her brother, and they had a big argument, which sort of followed after with another argument in my family. You would have been proud Cameron, Andrea talked back to our dad, she was already angry, and he just kept making her angrier, it was pretty funny actually!" Volume 1, Chapter 19 Amillia was watching some of the scene in Connor¡¯s mind, of Andrea yelling at his father¡­ That ¡®he should be glad that he''s still got a son¡¯, that ¡®that son was a good person and does great poems and that if she were his partner, she wouldn''t like having a father figure like him in her life!¡¯. She was indeed angry, like Connor had said, which seemed unlike her. Connor, though, had not stopped talking, "Not long after that Andrea was actually sick in bed, I tended to her and she got over it and wanted to go back to work. She transferred back to the other hospital only recently¡­So, without too much detail that''s how it went." Amillia nodded to Cameron, "She did look pretty cool standing up to your father like that." Connor continued, "After another week, things were going back to normal, but Andrea and I knew each other. She went to work, I went to work and we rallied up after at each other¡¯s houses. We would talk, she told me that her new job didn''t seem to have Cameron show up, and that she missed him. Andrea was unsure whether to go back to see you Cameron, she didn''t want to hear bad news, not that it mattered too much, as she seemed pretty tired all the time. She and I would talk and eat about an hour of her being home and then she was already in bed till morning. I really don''t want you mad at me bro, but I had to act like you one day there at her brother''s house¡­Andrea didn''t like the idea, but it actually turned out alright, we didn''t touch or anything but I told him about your job and stuff, so at least we talked and what not. I think he liked me actually. Oh, I mean, I think he liked you.¡± Cameron lost his frown for a second to have a smile, but then his frown returned, "I have to go and see her, I''ll be back." Amillia watched as Cameron teleported, she wasn''t sure how he finally managed to work out the calling system, but it looks like he had. Connor was looking at her, wondering if it was ok to resume what they had going before they had bumped into Cameron earlier. Amillia seemed to forget everything else but the recent kiss that they shared and followed Connor when he took her hand. *** Connor opened his house to let her in and Amillia was expecting him to turn and just kiss her endlessly, but he didn''t¡­ All that time in the car was only awkward because she couldn¡¯t help but wonder more deeply in getting more passionate with one particular man. It had been a long time, and just like Connor, she had been with others before but not too many. She had more of a party life prior to her death and her experiences were more so of one-night stands but already¡­She felt things were different with Connor. Seeing that he was thinking and acting so normally¡­It angered her! But after he kicked off his shoes, he took her for a walk down a hallway, into a bedroom¡­And that¡¯s when she felt like he might have been suppressing his urges and wants all this time, as she heard him tell himself to calm down and don¡¯t think so much! Amillia''s feelings started to go fluttering in her stomach and she was just about to turn him herself and kiss him, when he pushed her onto the bed. She let out a little sound of fright when she hit the bed and heard him laugh at her. As she tried to sit up, she saw him rummaging about, getting out a notebook. She had seen a lot of what he had thought of while she wasn''t around was in fact her and she didn''t understand what he was waiting for, what he was doing!? Amillia saw that he was nervous as he said, "I want you to know something Amillia, I''ve already figured out that you¡¯ll probably get cancer like Cameron. Yes, Andrea told me, and I wanted you to know how special you were¡­Are¡­To me, and to not waste any time. There is something that I want to do, especially if It''s only three months with you." Amillia watched Connor come closer to her, seeing his devotion and put the pieces of paper up, so that he could read them. With a quick, awkward clearing of his throat, Connor spoke, "These may not match the situation exactly, I''m still not the best at putting two words together, but I want you to hear the difference between them, this one is called ¡®My life¡¯ and I wrote this not long after Cameron died¡­The first time. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. I''m in a small world of my own, just a couple of friends to play alone. No luck, no chance, It''s no easy little prance. My life is boring, my life is bad, I''m not a tiger to run around mad. There''s no such thing as giving and getting, For the world is all greedy and no letting. My life is weird, my life is hard, no people to trust, no people to love.¡± Seeing Connor take a deep breath, he continued, not leaving her anytime to think too much, ¡°Amillia, you changed my life, my poems were dead, they showed little good feelings and happiness. I feel more alive now than I did before Cameron died." Amillia watched, now willingly waiting as he turned to the other page, sighing and he said, "This one is only for you and it¡­" She saw him clear his throat and say, ¡®oh god¡¯ in his head as he got on a knee, continuing, "This one is called ¡®Simple Vow¡¯. I think about you day and night, you are the flame that gives me light. It''s a weird feeling I have for you, by the look in your eyes you feel it too. I love how you look at me with that cute face, I will treasure it, even if you''re on my case. When we embrace electricity goes through me, I''m glad hugs and kisses have no fee. So with this ring and love I have for you." Connor held up a ring and looked at her, asking if she would marry him¡­ Marry? Stunned, Amillia had never thought that Connor had thought so far! How in the world did he keep these thoughts from her!? ¡®Especially if it¡¯s only three months with you¡¯. Those words echoed in her head like a drum. On one side, her feelings of this were only sad, but on the other, she wanted to make the best of her time¡­The best¡­Of her time¡­ Well¡­She liked this man. Why not!? Amillia let out a tear and nodded hopelessly. Connor then started to put the ring on, and said, "I will never ever feel in the blue." Amillia was speechless, she just got up and dived at Connor, making them fall to the floor and kissed him. "I''m sorry I didn''t see you all the time, love. After Andrea told me about the cancer coming back, I spent a couple of days thinking about what I wanted and how I wanted to go about things. I saw no other option, I wanted you in my life for as long as it could happen." Amillia went to sit up but he pulled her close again, and continued, "My head has been spinning with words and somehow I remembered that first poem I said to you tonight and I thought about how my life used to be and how depressing it was. I was miserable! And then, I would think of now, well last week, where you may not have been real, but I felt great! And once I knew of how I felt, I wanted to make things special, so I put the words in my head to make a poem with at least the idea that I was thinking of you. And whatdoya know¡­It led to¡­" He didn¡¯t continue, thinking he¡¯d already been cheesy enough but Amillia understood. He found out through his words of making a poem that he had wanted to marry her¡­ Amillia was smiling, watching some of the time that she wasn''t around in his mind. She had missed out on being with him and seeing him make his decision and Amillia was glad that she had this special gift of reading his mind, as though she was there in spirit. She was just about to get more comfortable when she heard him think that he was getting too cheesy with words and would like to do something even more passionate without words¡­ Amillia gave her agreement by putting her fingers up his shirt and bending to kiss his bare skin. It was so strange¡­That she rarely knew this guy. So strange that being in love finally happened to her after all this time and¡­So strange that she felt like another Amillia. Not spirit Amillia, not human Amillia but¡­Another one. One that didn¡¯t want to die a second time, one that wanted to make the best of her time, even if it¡¯s to marry someone! She thought that being with Connor would be the same, but it wasn¡¯t. Touching was something that she liked to do, and Connor let her do so. Normally sex was sex¡­But at this moment, she felt like she might not be able to do this very much anymore and wanted to touch this man, that would most likely be her last. Upon still being clothed but seeing him nearly naked, Amillia felt a power that she never had before. It wasn¡¯t like a spirit could gain this power¡­No, it was the power of holding the attention of someone of your desire. Connor¡¯s face and eyes following her, his hands touching her body and his thoughts¡­Full of her¡­ It was great! Of course, after a while of Amillia being the lead and making him squirm, Connor took over. Amillia didn''t thank Connor for his beautiful poem until later, not that it mattered because Connor seemed pretty happy about himself and she was already busy doing something else. Connor had told her that she was very welcome and that he was going to try and work with Cameron to find some kind of way to stop the cancer from breaking them up. Amillia was worried with his thoughts though¡­As it seemed that he had taken a great amount of time to think things through. It may not be a very long three months, but he was already thinking of finding different ways to help the cancer without going to hospital, because there wasn''t much description in the way of who they were¡­ They were dead after all and being admitted to the hospital needed a person¡¯s, an alive person¡¯s, name. But if they really had to, they would swap names, just so they could get seen to. If Amillia used Andrea¡¯s name, it should work¡­But again, the hospital had their time of trying to get rid of the cancer, but they ended up failing¡­ Connor had thought that they¡¯d only use the hospital if they were sure they they¡¯d get more time¡­ He had already looked up a few remedies and was hoping that one of them worked! Amillia was getting sad thinking about it and put her hand around his neck to nibble on his ear. She slowly made her way down his neck waiting for his thoughts to change, and of cause, to her delight, they did. This was much more enjoyable and considering that she had just gotten engaged, she thought she had enough reason to not think of cancer for a small amount of time... Volume 1, Chapter 20
Piet had to know more, things seemed to be what he thought, and that was that the impossible was really happening. He had been finding little things that did actually explain these events, like seeing someone in the garden when he first met Andrea. Piet didn''t want to make a deal about it, but he must have sounded too convincing to Andrea when he had asked her out for dinner, as she had driven away before he could ask her some questions. Piet had no chance to explain anything, he had no idea how far in she was with what she saw, that''s when he had decided to continue to follow her. Piet had followed her to Roma Street Parklands, he had seen her cry, seen her bring a male there and seen her with two males then that looked exactly the same. Piet had decided it was time to talk to them, but Andrea had gone elsewhere, or wasn''t working at the hospital anymore, and one of her male friends had gone as well...And her other male friend seemed have gone elsewhere too! It was hard to keep up with it all! Just who should he follow? One of them, he was sure, used to be a spirit, yet it seemed like he had come to be human again! Then, the other male, they looked so alike and sometimes he wasn¡¯t even sure which was which! Piet wasn''t fast enough on getting one of the male¡¯s home address and where Andrea worked after. He did try to stake her place out but one time he slept in and the other time he lost Andrea through a traffic light, because he had been trying to stay far enough away from her. He wasn''t in any rush, but he did want to make sure things were going as his friend, or to him, his lover, had planned¡­ Piet was hanging around, trying to get a hold of them somehow, and finally he was convinced when he saw them all together earlier near the front door of the hospital. But with two of them walking off and the non-Andrea look at him as though he was a problem, he let them go. It was all so difficult to keep up with four people, the only one he could count on at the moment was the one in the mental ward. The personalities of who they all are were still confusing to Piet on who was who. Even with his special gift, it didn''t matter still, they all seemed too human instead of the those in history that he knew of. Piet looked up from his notepad, to find one of the males pop up, and Piet wasn''t shocked this time. ¡­He wanted to catch him before he lost another chance! "Hey, hey sorry to stop you there, I don''t know if you know me¡­" The man stopped and looked at him, "I believe you are Piet. You asked Andrea out on a date." Piet wasn''t surprised with his intellect, and nodded, "Yes, yes, I did. I didn''t want to scare her. But I wasn''t sure how to go about things, I haven''t seen such a¡­" Piet looked around, "I have a feeling I know what''s going on here." The man looked at him frustrated, Piet sighed and said, "I''m sorry. I know you are one without much time." Looking at Piet, the other man said, "What is it that you know Piet?" Piet looked around again, and got closer to his ¡®new friend¡¯, "I would like to talk to you all at once, instead of repeating myself¡­Spirits and humans are an interesting subject, don¡¯t you agree?" Cameron took a moment, obviously surprised, "My name is Cameron, and until Andrea gets out of the mental ward you will have the most of three people, is that sufficient enough?" He said and Piet sighed. "Yes, please." Was all he could reply with, feeling weird upon the reason he was even so polite about it. Which one could this person be? If he was being so polite, perhaps he unconsciously knew that it was her...A man? ...Well let''s hope he was wrong... Cameron looked at him and sighed also, "I will take you to the others as soon as I talk to Andrea, I have not talked to her in two months." Piet nodded, "Yes, I know it has been awhile. I will stay here ''til you return." Piet sat back down and waited, he knew Cameron would take a while, to get in there in the first place and then be able to talk to her without getting caught. Or will he go the human way? Mmm, who is it!? Which one will be her? Could she really be one of the men? Seeing Elitress as a man did not make him happy¡­But with the way Elitress was, he wouldn¡¯t be surprised if being a man would suit her! *** It was at least two hours when Cameron turned up again, this time from the elevator. Piet stood and walked outside to wait for him and then followed him around the corner. Cameron then turned to Piet, and said, "I am just going to drive to Andrea''s house and come back to drop of some clothes, then we will go to Connor''s, we will talk then, is that ok?" Piet nodded and followed him to the car, Cameron seemed to have a skip in his step, and he had trouble keeping up¡­ Piet saw that Cameron obviously had something on his mind, something good, and he wasn''t going to ruin it, so silence filled the car. Piet was trying to decide on how things would be said, he would know that they would have some questions, and he wanted to make sure that he remembered what he might need to answer, as sticking to basics might get hard. Elitress had told him many things, so for the most part, he just had to remember! She had a certain way to ask questions and it was to help him find out who she would be but¡­Did he remember? After all, a couple of decades had gone by since then and these people have only given him ideas, not hard evidence upon who was who. Of course, time wasn''t really an issue for him, it was just that he had four people...That he still hadn''t gotten to know of much of yet. After this needed conversation, surely a different future would be seen, and he''d be able to find out who was who! This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Fidgeting slightly, he was a bit nervous, yet excited¡­ If he could truly find her as soon as possible, and return her memories, she¡¯d only have praise for him! Piet stayed in the car, whilst waiting for Cameron to drop off the clothes to Andrea, and then they were off again to Connor''s house. Cameron surprised him by saying, "Amillia told me that you had a bad aura, why would she think that?" "I defied them, came back, by the looks of it just like you." Piet replied. Silently, he noted a small similarity to one in the past. If Amillia had thought badly of him, that was to be noted! It made him think that Elitress was not this man nor Amillia¡­But if this man was not Elitress, he may be one of the others! Both Hellsuntra and Spirituous talked this way, he could be one of the two¡­ Cameron spared a moment to look at him and then back at the road. They were on the same line then, Piet thought. At least this part he got right! "I do believe we have some questions for you then," Cameron said. Piet nodded, "I believe so." Cameron looked at him again, and asked, "Can you read my mind? What where you doing in the spirit world?" Piet answered, "No I cannot, I only have been able to read one person¡¯s mind and I was one to looked after the transpers." The car stopped and Cameron got out, waiting for Piet to get out to lock the car. Then they walked to the front door and knocked. Piet started to wonder if anyone was home, when someone finally opened the door. It was a really happy ¡®Andrea¡¯. Piet couldn''t help but smile to hers. This body looked glamorous, something he was willing to get used to. Her smile vanished when she saw him, and said, "What''s he doing here?" Piet put his hand out, hoping that she would shake his hand, she had a toothbrush in her hand and used it for an excuse to pass the shake. "Hi, I''m Piet" he said. "Amillia." She said but mumbled something and disappeared to the bathroom. Cameron laughed for a short moment and Piet decided to follow. They went inside and waited patiently, this time it was Connor that came out, putting a shirt on. "Hey bro, What''s suppenin¡¯? Oh¡­Hey." Cameron looked at his brother and nodded, "I''m good, this is Piet¡­We need to talk." Piet hadn''t had much interaction with other people for ages and he was finding this rather entertaining. Connor stopped short, and said, "Talk talk, you know what? I''m in the mood to celebrate!" He walked to the kitchen and got out a glass, "Wanna drink, love?" Piet heard something faint coming from the other side of the house, and added, "I would love to celebrate with you, what are we celebrating too?" Connor stopped to look at Piet, and nodded saying, "Hell yeah! Why not? What''s your grog mate?" Piet shrugged, "Anything you have." Connor was nodding his head still as he got another two glasses out, "Yeah let¡¯s get it rockin" hey, music would be great." Cameron stepped in, "Can we please talk?" Connor stopped, "Yeah man, shoot!" And he smiled. Amillia came in then, wearing something more appropriate, taking the offered glass from Connor and sipping it. Piet slightly remembered the robe beforehand, at least now she was wearing shorts and shirt. He decided she looked good in anything¡­But Elitress most likely isn¡¯t this person¡­But if it were Andrea¡­Then at least the body was similar! Cameron sighed, smiling, "Ok What''s the big news?" Piet was interested too, as for celebrating, he wanted to understand why they were all so happy¡­ Connor put a hand around Amillia, "Where getting hitched!" Piet was immediately worried, things may have gone faster than he had thought! He looked at Cameron, who was also smiling, "And, I''m going to be a father!" ¡­Things were definitely going faster than he thought! He couldn¡¯t imagine if Elitress was Andrea! She¡¯d be pissed if she found out that she was pregnant! Wait¡­Maybe this was¡­What she really did want¡­ Piet could never understand the inner workings of his lover, Elitress. With all that she had tried to teach him or get him to do, he just could keep up with her all the time! Perhaps¡­Perhaps she done all this just for the child¡­ ¡­Nonetheless, Piet felt shaken to all this sudden changes and really felt that things were ironic for him! There were pats, hugs and kisses everywhere and Piet could only think that he was in the right place, yet everything was not what he imagined, "Wait! Just a minute!" They stopped and looked at Piet, which made him shy all of a sudden, people looking at him was a strange feeling¡­ "Way to go to wreck a party man." He heard Connor say. Taking a deep breath and trying to remember his ¡®play¡¯, Piet begun talking, "Please stop, look, I have been here, done that, ok. I was a ¡®spirit¡¯, sort of still am. I really don''t think this is a good idea! I died through a car crash, time and again! It happened three times, twice in front of the love of my life, she was great, I was able to read her mind before I came back. And then I couldn''t be with the Azulious anymore, they saw what I was doing but I left, the first time I died I was lucky, I didn''t become a transper and went straight to be a ¡®spirit¡¯¡­I was able to contact her and she me, and it started all over again. She had told me that two lives with me where better than one or nothing. So, we did it again." Piet looked at them all, and they seemed like they were listening, he tried to remember more of the story that he needed to tell, "The third time, they made me a transper and I was trapped in my thoughts. I never thought I could get out. It was a long process, and by the time I got out and became a spirit again, my love was old, she remembered most of what we had but by that time our secret was making her life hard, she could not tell anyone, she could not show anyone, and we decided to part on good terms. Making stories up was hard, people never knew the real you because you had to lie, having to make up a false name was a lie!¡± What was next? Taking a short moment to remember, Piet then continued, ¡°We got married twice, I''m sure people knew who I was, even though we tried to only invite people who didn''t know me well. She did get pregnant three times." Piet looked at Cameron, "But it miscarried, all three times¡­I''m sorry, but you guys have to stop this, It''s heartbreak for all of you!" Piet looked at all of them and put his hand to his mouth, "The last time I saw her was a eighty¡­Four years ago. After she died, for some reason I didn''t get run over anymore, I was able to stay here and not worry when my death was going to show up. I did not grow older, it is like time has stopped. I feel trapped and decided to not only make a living but try and prevent this happening to others." Piet sat down and faced away from everyone on the recliner and breathed in. Piet snuggled up a little more on the chair, hearing everyone get closer to one another and start talking silently, he wasn''t going to say anymore, pretending to sleep, but he listened to what they were saying and wondered how long it would take to finish his mission. Did he do it right? Did he miss anything? He didn¡¯t know why he had to say that type of ¡®story¡¯ but¡­Whatever¡­ Who was who? Elitress was one that didn¡¯t care about meaningless things. She did whatever she wanted. She clearly stated to me that if she heard this news, she wouldn¡¯t care¡­But all these people seemed worried and didn¡¯t know what to do¡­ Who was it!? "Piet...Piet..." Piet pretended to wake up and took in his surroundings, it looked as though it was the next day. Piet sat up and looked at Cameron, he wasn''t sure whether to say something or wait until something was said to him. Piet waited long enough though, so he said, "Did you people hear me last night or did I speak to no ears?" He saw Cameron look up at Connor, who looked at Amillia, who looked back at Connor. Piet had done his job, there was one last question, "So have you worked out the connections yet or am I to tell you?" Piet felt some pride to the fact that they were silent and looking at him again, "With me and Miranda, I was always able to see her in the garden in the hospital, at the front of the hospital and in Roma Street Parklands. It was the same spot all the time, I figured ages ago, before becoming human again, that we could teleport to a location, which I''m guessing Cameron has already known, as I''ve seen him do it." Piet looked around again, and continued, "Look, it may be very different for you guys but that is what was so important to us is all but what I''m saying is you can teleport to locations that are special to you people. Oh, and one other thing, the time for me was three months, when I went from being a spirit to a human before I died, I had three months." Piet got up, he wanted to go and be in solitude again, he had decided that what needed to be said was said. He walked towards the front door and was stopped by Amillia, "Wait, where are you going?" Piet half turned to put his hand on Amillia''s shoulder, "It''s up to you people now to make the decision, or how you go about things and I wish you all the luck and happiness." He kissed her on the cheek, waved to the boys and left the house. His duty, of telling them the ¡®story¡¯, was now done. All he had to do now was see how they act and find which one was his lover! Volume 2, Chapter 1
(Note from Author: Anonym and Switch incoming! If you don¡¯t know who Anonym and Switch are, there are two prequels that tell you about them. Anonym and Switch, Obtaining Power to Retaliate is first, showing why Anonym has come to Earth and ¡®Unyielding Beloved¡¯ shows a part of their journey towards coming to Earth. Of course, the other characters and their existence is written of too, upon who they are and why they are with Anonym and Switch.) Far from the area that Connor, Cameron, Amillia and Andrea where, there was a strip of land that held cattle and sheep¡­And now dragons. ¡°Where are we Elementress?¡± Anonym asked, once shapeshifted back to her human form. ¡°Ah! I think we are on a planet that is much better than the last! The world is bigger! Oh, and there¡¯s many that look like us!¡± Elementress stated, after having a quick look upon the earth and air around her. Anonym frowned slightly, she was having so much fun teasing Timothy whenever she had asked him where they were, and it seemed Elementress wasn¡¯t going to play the game! ¡°I feel it.¡± Came a distant sounded voice from Switch. ¡°Me too.¡± Stated Xavior. ¡°Something¡¯s here!¡± Anonym really didn¡¯t think this would happen! She wanted someone to take the bait so that she could tease but what was going on!? ¡°There¡¯s no magic but there¡¯s definitely a being here that reminds me of what happened back in our galaxy!¡± Xavior continued. Switch immediately made the black dragons of Enoor become invisible and looked at Anonym, already slightly perplexed. They were here to look for help to fight against their so called ¡®father¡¯, who had created their miserable fates. Yet, that still didn¡¯t mean that they couldn¡¯t fall into danger! They had come across another that had wanted to wipe them out and they had to teleport away from the world that they had been on. ¡­Will this place be safe? ¡°There¡¯s more¡­¡± Xavior continued. Switch closed his eyes, concentrating upon the unique aura¡¯s that not only he had but Anonym had as well. This was¡­This was worrying! This place did indeed have more than one! Not only that, but an aura felt like it was scattered across nearby space! They would have to proceed with extra precaution! ¡°So, where are they then? Let¡¯s go and talk to them!¡± Anonym stated easily. Alex ran around her then, giggling as a young, invisible dragon stomped after him. Seeing this, Switch sighed and turned towards a close by mountain, already ready to make their first home on this new planet. In no time at all, a deep cave was made, with an entrance now blocked and air coming in from a small opening elsewhere. ¡°Let¡¯s go and check out the place!¡± Anonym stated, really happy that there was a chance to get more on her side and excited about this new planet. ¡°Tell me! Is there dragons? Is there witches? Oh¡­I hate witches!¡± Switch took her into his arms protectively and sighed, he would much prefer to stop her from going anywhere but¡­Anonym wasn¡¯t one that could be stopped! She was in a league of her own and he never had to heart to stop her from anything! What Switch does like to do though, was accompanying her, making sure that she is safe and watch her for his own entertainment. She wasn¡¯t like many that he had seen in his past¡­As Anonym was a person that went beyond expectations and did things without rules, doing whatever she wanted¡­Which seemed to grab hold of his attention. ¡°Don¡¯t forget that you are to be much more careful now!¡± Switch stated, trying to coax his wife over. Anonym humphed and put her arms to her chest, ¡°It¡¯s fine, it¡¯s fine! I want to see if this place has good freedom elixir!¡± Switch frowned, ¡°No freedom elixir!¡± ¡°What! Why not!?¡± Anonym raised her eyebrows, how could she not try out freedom elixir? ¡°Pregnant women shouldn¡¯t drink alcohol! Leave it to us men to drink!¡± Xavior stated with a smirk. ¡°Shut up!¡± Anonym stated angrily. She¡¯d completely forgotten about this type of ¡®rule¡¯! If it was up to her, she would think ¡®so what!¡¯, but¡­Switch and his anger was not something Anonym liked to see¡­It was a tad too scary! Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. She had seen a few of Switch¡¯s tricks! She knows that he can turn people into icicles and bring forth some type of explosive out of nowhere! How could she fight everything he throws at her!? Even if she were go to invisible, he could bring her back to being visible again! But¡­She will beat him far and square one day! After all, she needed to be strong enough to beat someone who made the two of them, so, if she couldn¡¯t beat Switch, then what was the point of trying to get revenge from her creator!? Switch put a hand to his head and shook it defeatedly. He knew Anonym wasn¡¯t stupid, well not completely stupid, but her careless nature can be too much sometimes! It must have been hard to live life over and over again and come to a point that very little would make you scared or be surprised about, as he himself knows, but why¡­Why can¡¯t she take his children seriously! As it was, Alex was a little cannon! They both were too much! ¡°We will take this slow because of the aura¡¯s we feel! There¡¯s more then one here Anonym, so we will search for them slowly, and in the meantime¡­It would be nice for me to take in this new world and learn a few things, it¡¯d help us fight our father!¡± Anonym stayed silent, knowing of Switch¡¯s power of existence and couldn¡¯t help but want him to grow stronger as well! Sighing, releasing her hands from her chest, Anonym could only wait to meet the person she would convert to help her fight her father. There were no if¡¯s, but¡¯s or maybe¡¯s! She will gain more power and kick her father¡¯s ass! ¡°Then, can we look around?¡± Anonym asked with mischievous eyes. After all, it had been awhile since she had played around! She could go invisible and cause a disturbance or¡­Or maybe do something different this time, like turn into a snake and scare the hell out of everyone that way! Letting out a laugh to her inner thoughts, everyone else looked at her and couldn¡¯t help but get goosebumps! How was it that the most shameless, the most villainous person out of all of them was a mother, a pregnant woman? It was starting to become normal for them all but still, knowing that Anonym had come up with an idea, then Elementress wanting to know what the idea was, it was the men who sighed after looking at each other defeatedly! The cave, which was in in a place called ¡®Scotland¡¯, did indeed stay their home for quite some time. The dragons easily didn¡¯t mind as they had treasure, due to Switch, and Switch was also the one to bring them food¡­But, the rest of them did go out to see the sights. Learning upon quite a number of things, such that as nuclear bombs, which finally made sense to Switch upon what happened in his home planet of Bracabra, Switch was happy to continue to stay low key yet¡­Anonym was the one that caused disturbances, much like her son! ¡­They could not return back to a place called ¡®England¡¯ because of Anonym¡¯s blunt and uncaring to laws attitude! No, it may have been fun but finding out after they left that there was a type of ¡®warrant¡¯ for her ¡®arrest¡¯, seemed to make things a bit more difficult! They were supposed to stay lowkey! It was truly lucky that Switch was able to teleport to get them away from all the sirens! Anonym was indeed punished by Switch because of this and so her and Presley, Switch¡¯s dragon best friend, played a trick on Switch, then another one, then another one, until he changed his mind and let her out of the cave once again! Over time, they came to see the difference of this planet, to that of Altervale, Roneglaise, Bracabra and any others that they had come across and found it to be strangely different. There were no wolves that turned into humans, there were more advanced, yet there was no cultivation in buildings or weapons. The planet was bigger and¡­They still had not been able to find the owner of any of the aura¡¯s that they had felt upon arriving. Having this time, Switch was glad for it though. He had learnt quite a number of things and also had learnt of different cultures and foods, which helped calm his pregnant woman down from wanting to continuously cause trouble outside of the cave! Anonym and Alex even ended up doing some type of ¡®magic¡¯, showing off their powers to those who said they were real ¡®magician¡¯s¡¯ and suddenly they were on something called a ¡®TV¡¯¡­ Of course, Anonym can turn into creatures, so it was really her being ¡®pulled out of a hat¡¯. Alex was one that was able to do daring things because he was able to make copies of himself, to which nothing happened to himself personally if one of his copies was trying to get out of a bind and even ¡®killed¡¯ in the process. And¡­Alex really liked how he could walk out from behind a curtain and that he had everyone¡¯s attention! They found out more about electricity and saw what it did for items such as phones and computers, then found out about internet, who Xavior already knew the idea of mostly, because of Altervale, and he had tried to explain it to Switch. It was a strange new way to live for all of them though, even that of Xavior and Elementress, and they found that old habits do indeed die hard as they still found a more comfortable way of living inside their cave¡­Of course, a simple extra was added in the cave to supply not only that of power, but that of a ¡®TV¡¯ and some things called ¡®movies¡¯, which seemed to entertain both Alex and Anonym when something of war was on it. And so, their days continued in this type of easy way¡­Until a certain day down the track¡­ *** Back to the present, when Piet left Connor¡¯s house, the rest were all quiet. The news that Piet, an acquaintance of Andrea, had told them about spirits and humans took some time to sink in. Amillia sat down on the chair and Connor sat in front of her on the floor. Connor didn''t want to think about something so serious, even though it included his new want to be with his fiance for a lifetime¡­ Cameron closed his eyes and couldn¡¯t see a future without Andrea and decided he had to try and figure out a solution. ¡°What do we know?¡± Connor spoke out, quite bluntly, ¡°You guys have three months, that you guys cannot go back to being ¡®spirits¡¯ because the Az¡­Somethinglious will make you transpers¡­That you obviously can come back if you die¡­That Cameron can never become a father and you guys will not grow old when Andrea and I die.¡± Cameron looked at Connor and sighed, ¡°Those are the facts told by Piet. I would prefer to have matters a lot less complicated.¡± Amillia put a hand through Connor¡¯s hair, hearing in his head a cat purring, and said, ¡°If this can happen, there may be a solution. It might be something easy, something like maths, one plus one equals two.¡± Cameron looked at her, as though she were joking, and he remembered the Azulious and how they reacted to them returning after Connor''s mishap that happened a couple of Earth months ago. ¡°How would that be possible, we are not even sure what this is, how are we to equal something else up to make an answer to what is going on?¡± Connor got up from the floor and took Amillia¡¯s hand, ¡°Sleeping last night, in my opinion, was the best option and taking my girl out now seems to be yet another great option!¡± He walked up to Cameron, with Amillia following close behind and put his hand on his shoulder, ¡°Look, I love what I have now, I don¡¯t want to let it go, but we need to get together, all four of us, to ask real questions¡­And I think you know this. I also thought that it only takes one, with only one computer, too look stuff up.¡± Cameron looked at his brother and sighed, ¡°Yes, you are right, I will attempt to find any information that would help us. First, I will check on Andrea and hope that she will be out soon, will we meet here tonight?¡± It was agreed upon by all of them and with Connor and Amillia walking out the door and Cameron teleporting to the fourth floor of the hospital, where Andrea was being held under observation, Connor¡¯s house became empty and quiet. Volume 2, Chapter 2
Whilst Connor and Amillia went on their first date, Cameron found his way to level eight of the hospital. He saw her in there as he did the day before, except now in different clothes. She was looking out the window as if wishing she were elsewhere and it near broke his heart. He knew if Andrea had said the real reason of her being held was because she had been talking to a spirit, who now is half human and was the father of her unborn child, she would probably never leave the mental ward¡­ For some reason, even though he knew he would hurt over him being the reason she was being detained here, it hurt more then he expected¡­It was like he wasn¡¯t just angry at himself but angry at¡­Something else too¡­ Being let in, as it was a time for visitors, he walked straight over to her and pulled up a chair. ¡°Andrea.¡± Andrea looked at him and smiled, just as fast, she was in his arms and he could hear her think that she should be out today. Cameron had nearly forgotten about his good news, with Piet somewhat destroying his hopes, as now being with Andrea put him up in high esteem again. ¡°I am glad, we have been lost without you. Piet came by and told us some information, he is said to be a ¡®spirit¡¯. Did you know that?¡± Andrea shook her head with raised eyebrows, she of cause knew that Cameron and Amillia were spirits but Piet being one had never crossed her mind. ¡°No, wow, you serious? Did he say anything about what is going on?¡± Cameron wanted to say the easy information first, ¡°Yes, he filled us in on several bits of information. Where have you seen me Andrea? He said that there were about three locations he used to see his wife, if we can at least get those places out of the way¡­I know of two places, obviously ground floor of the hospital and Roma Street Parklands. I have a feeling fourth floor of the hospital as well.¡± Andrea dropped something she had in her hand and Cameron started to panic, but her thoughts were of a picture, it was only shading with trees and windows, and something else. Andrea looked at Cameron and then picked up the item she dropped and showed him, it was the picture Amillia drew before she had died from cancer. Andrea remembered the day, not too long ago, that the picture had fallen to the floor with other items and she had to clean it up. That¡¯s right, she thought, everything started to happen after this picture fell¡­ Cameron looked at her and wondered if she had figured it out. Cameron heard her think that she was sorry to stay away all that time when he was gone, that had made her think about the links between them more and she figured it was something to do with the picture. She remembered that she saw Cameron in the garden, fourth floor and in front of the hospital, which was what was drawn on the piece of art paper in front of her. To a certain degree it made her scared upon how her own sister could draw a picture two years ago and it seems to be some sort of way of telling them where a spirit can teleport! Andrea started to cry, she was a mess inside, he could see that she had nearly lost hope again and gone back to her way of thinking before she had met him. She had been in a zombie state back then and he saw that she had wished recently to not feel so much. The mixed emotions made his head swirl and he wondered if reading her mind, as Amillia can read Connor''s and his, was going to make him dizzy. Cameron held her and made sure that she knew that he was here and that he wasn¡¯t going anywhere. He had to let her know this! He will do anything he could to make things better for her, he just didn¡¯t really know how to go about it¡­ Some time passed and then she said, ¡°I love you Cameron. I¡­Although it sounds weird, I feel like I¡¯ve been put here for a reason when you¡¯re around. And now that Amillia is also here, it¡¯s like I¡¯m whole but when you are not here and Amillia¡¯s gone, I don¡¯t even know what I¡¯m doing anymore. It scares me.¡± Cameron seemed to have free reign inside her head and saw that she can¡¯t even remember much of the last month, it was somewhat blurry with only a few things clear, one being her fight with his father¡­Connor had stood out just as clear in the same scene and it made Cameron happy to see his father in any way, even if it was fighting with his brother¡­ When he and Amillia were being held by the Azulious, Andrea and Connor had obviously gone to see how his father was going. Cameron believed, like Connor, that Andrea yelling at him couldn''t have been helped as his father was down Connor''s throat even on the phone. He didn''t understand why Connor had such a sore spot, he still wanted their father to be proud of him and devoted a lot of effort in the past to try and accomplish that. This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Sadly, in the memory from Andrea, all he saw was his father yelling instead of talking openly with his son¡­But seeing everything else as somewhat blurry did worry him¡­ ¡°I see it Andrea, you were not yourself.¡± He said, which made her breathe in and hope that she wasn¡¯t going to cry again. Andrea looked down, she was getting sick of being such a cry baby. Andrea looked at him, ¡°I¡¯m such a wreck aren¡¯t I, how could you possibly like someone like me?¡± Her sarcastic laugh and smile made him feel hurt, ¡°How could I not Andrea, you have a beautiful mind, you are up front with who you are, and you like me in return.¡± Andrea smiled again, this time it was genuine, and Cameron felt better. He kissed her head and said, ¡°Some people we know are getting married, I believe you are related to one and me the other. Any idea who that would be?¡± Andrea stood up, maybe a tad too fast as she got a slight head rush and put her hand over her mouth, but he could see that she was happy, ¡°Really? Wow, oh my god I¡¯m so happy for them.¡± Cameron got up and put his arms around her, where she belonged, ¡°They are, at this very moment, on their first date.¡± Andrea let out a laugh, she pictured Connor when she first met him and now. Cameron saw something he had to talk to his brother about, ¡°He flipped you off!¡± Andrea didn¡¯t lose her smile, if anything she laughed again, ¡°Yeah, ha, that¡¯s right he did!¡± Cameron was just thrilled that she was so happy that he didn¡¯t realize that a doctor had come up to them, ¡°Excuse me, I would like to check on the young lady if you don¡¯t mind.¡± Cameron let go of Andrea and stepped back, nodding at the doctor, ¡°Not a problem, is there a chance that she will be able to return home today?¡± He heard Andrea think of home before the nurse said, ¡°We will see how things will go. She was admitted staying here for a minimum of a day and so far, we haven¡¯t seen anything wrong with her. Pregnancy has made this more of predicament then a placement. We will see how the baby is going and have her talk to the psychiatrist and go from there¡­Are you the baby¡¯s father?¡± Cameron smiled, ¡°Yes, yes I am.¡± The doctor smiled, ¡°Well then let¡¯s get this going, this way Andrea. She won¡¯t be long.¡± And they left Cameron there, still smiling. The memory of Piet talking last night stayed in the background of his mind, trying to make a surface of unknowing sadness, but Cameron still could not believe how lucky he was. Now that he remembered his time on Earth before becoming a spirit, he was certain that this time he was happier than that of any past that he had beforehand¡­And it unquestionably felt right, like the path that he was supposed to be on¡­ Andrea followed the doctor to a room that looked close to her normal doctor¡¯s room. She had been to another room yesterday¡­When they had found out about her pregnancy the doctor had been able to lower her prognosis to minimum security and luckily she wasn¡¯t able to take medication, in which she would have only minutes after the check-up. The doctor sat down and started, ¡°How are you feeling Andrea?¡± Andrea shrugged, ¡°I guess, still in a way¡­I don¡¯t believe it.¡± And she still couldn''t, she had only once thought that her emotions are going sky high because she was pregnant, every other time she thought that she was just going crazy! A few times she believed that she was actually in the right place, here at the hospital and in the mental ward! As much as she knew of the term ¡®baby brain¡¯ and doing silly things when pregnant, she felt like she really was going through something weird and strange. Was it because the father of the child is a spirit? Could it be normal for her to feel like this? Andrea had never been pregnant before so¡­She wasn¡¯t sure upon whether to tell the doctor that it felt like sometimes she blanked out¡­ Thinking of this, Andrea decided that she needed to talk to her sister in law, surely, she¡¯d know¡­Yet¡­What if she doesn¡¯t? What if Andrea could not talk to anyone simply because she had a different type of child growing within her? ¡­A sense of loneliness washed over her then¡­ The doctor let out a small laugh and said, ¡°Yes, it can give people that impression sometimes, but you will begin to believe a couple of months in, when you start getting a bump and little kicks. Normally, it¡¯s the father that doesn¡¯t believe it until the child is laying in their hands¡­How are you feeling health wise?¡± Andrea looked at her hands to think, ¡°I, uh, feel ok. I think I have been stressed a little but nothing I can¡¯t deal with. The worse was getting sick before I came here about four weeks ago, but I told you that yesterday, so yeah¡­Not much of a change since then.¡± The doctor nodded, ¡°Ok, well we¡¯ll get a urine sample from you and check the heartbeat. If you¡¯d like to do that now that would be great. Do you think the father would like to come in and hear the heartbeat?¡± Andrea smiled, ¡°Yes, he would!¡± The doctor turned back to his computer and said, ¡°Ok, you go do that for me and bring him back with you, I will see you when you return.¡± The doctor then started typing, so she left with a little bottle. Making her way back to the main area, where Cameron was waiting, she skipped to be in front of him. ¡°Did you want to hear the heartbeat?¡± Cameron was delighted, what a fantastic thing that they could do with the unborn. ¡°Yes, of cause!¡± Andrea put up the cup, showing Cameron what deed is to be done, and said, ¡°Uh, I¡¯ll be right back.¡± Cameron couldn¡¯t believe it, he knew his old memories included things like this, but he never really used to think of it much. He wasn¡¯t going to have children back then¡­His work left him heartbroken for children and always thought that if he were to ever want children one day, that he would adopt instead. Cameron remembered other thoughts of his old ways, of thinking of children out there that were hungry and only making another that needed food should not be the right method, that it had never mattered if it would have been his or not, and that¡­He had felt an immense want to look after all of them¡­ It did worry him to bring in yet another child when there were so many out there that needed help and support.... Cameron felt, for a moment, that he was a hypocrite and that he didn¡¯t deserve to be a father, yet, at the same time, he felt an overwhelming feeling of being on the right path¡­ This child¡­It had to be born and he knew that but didn¡¯t know why¡­ But with Andrea coming back, hiding her cup behind her back, he couldn¡¯t help but smile. He just wanted to be happy, even if it was for a short time! He grabbed her hand and said. ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± Volume 2, Chapter 3
The doctor was waiting for them and after taking the cup from Andrea he put in a stick and waited a few seconds for it to come out in all sorts of colors. ¡°Ok, looking good there Andrea, again, if you have trouble going to the toilet please make sure you see a doctor.¡± Andrea nodded. ¡°Ok, let¡¯s move on, I¡¯m sure daddy here is truly excited! Will this be number one for you?¡± The doctor looked at Cameron while standing. Cameron nodded. All he could think about was that fact that the doctor had just called him ¡®Daddy!¡¯ The doctor went over to the long hospital bed and pulled out a few items, ¡°Andrea, would you like to lay down please?¡± Andrea got up and Cameron lifted her onto the bed, with her thanks Cameron stood back, not wanting to be in the way. ¡°This is going to be cold.¡± The doctor said, putting gel onto Andrea¡¯s stomach, silence filled the room as the doctor was searching for something. A noise, a rhythmic beat was found, and the doctor looked at Andrea, saying, ¡°Ah, there is your baby.¡± Andrea looked at Cameron, who just listened to the magical heart of his unborn baby, with his eyes closed. Too soon after, the doctor wrote down some numbers and then took the utensil that he was using away, Cameron wanted to look at it, his curiosity showing itself but thought he''d better not ask about it. Moving to the computer, the doctor typed something in and then clicked on his mouse a few times. Cameron helped Andrea down, figuring that was it and sat down beside her, waiting for the doctor to do or say something. Finally, the doctor turned to them and said, ¡°Ok, it looks like the heartbeat has become irregular to the chart, but don¡¯t think it means anything, what I¡¯m going to do is get Andrea to check up again tomorrow to make sure that there is nothing wrong. By then we will have results on yesterday¡¯s test results also. Should have had them today but they have been rather frantic up there of late¡± Andrea looked at Cameron, who looked down. He breathed in and then looked up to speak to the doctor, ¡°Is this an effect that a miscarriage may have?¡± Andrea gave him a look but turned back to the doctor as he spoke, ¡°I wouldn¡¯t want to alarm you, certainly with the figures we have here, but it may be yes. But it may also mean that the baby may have moved more so yesterday and may be sleeping today. It could mean a few things. Maybe in the future something like this could be seen and things could be done to find out, but as of today we can only say so much.¡± Cameron stood up, ¡°We will, of course, be here tomorrow to make sure things are ok.¡± Andrea also stood up and looked at the doctor, ¡°Was there anything else?¡± He walked towards the door, ¡°Ah no, I¡¯ll get you to come here tomorrow, about nine, and I¡¯ll fit you in as soon as I can.¡± And he smiled. Andrea walked out with Cameron, he took held of her hand and once the doctor had shut the door after them, he stopped her. ¡°There is something you should know, and I really am unwilling to say it.¡± Andrea licked her lips and looked up at him, ¡°Would it have anything to do with you saying the M word in there?¡± Cameron had the think for a moment to understand what the M meant, and then said, ¡°Uh yes, Piet did come across his, uh, partner getting pregnant.¡± Andrea looked away from him, and then breathed in, ¡°And that¡¯s what happened? She had a miscarriage?¡± Cameron put his hands on both sides of her face and pulled her closer to him and said, ¡°Yes, three times.¡± Andrea nodded and closed her eyes. She felt him put his lips to hers and she put her hands up onto his back. His kiss was amazing, and she was allowing herself to forget what was happening to her unborn child, even for a little while. Cameron heard that she wanted to forget the conversation, so for the next half hour of visiting time he told her some other points that Piet had brought up and Andrea was then up to date with information, like the rest of them. She did agree with the rest of them, that, Piet had been quite vague in his statements, and that when she gets a chance, she¡¯ll try to meet up with him again to get some more information. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. The question was still in the air as Connor and Amillia finished ordering what they were going to eat. Snide comments from Connor about the car drivers, waiters and the menu had made her laugh, but mature conversation had not developed between them since they left the house. Connor loved to make her laugh, but something was penetrating his thoughts, it was a question of will she still marry him after what Piet had told them. Not knowing how the conversation would start, he was stopped by her words instead, ¡°Yes Connor. As long as you want too as well.¡± Connor saw that she was looking at him, waiting to hear his thoughts or to say something, ¡°Well, yeah of course, why wouldn¡¯t I? You¡¯re like awesome! I want the lot babe! You know that friends and family stuff, but I just don¡¯t know how that is going to happen.¡± How can three months be enough time with her when he felt like he had waited for her his whole life! Connor was looking at Amillia and she was speechless, he noted that time was of the essence and that he wanted to get things done as soon as possible, to have some kind of a fun fulfilled life with this beautiful young lady. ¡°Yes I know, I am not sure how to go about things either¡­I remember that if I wanted a wedding when I was last human, that it would be beautiful and full of family and friends but I¡¯m not sure that is the way to go in this circumstance.¡± That¡¯s right, in both of their thoughts they knew that preparing a wedding might take three months all on its own, so¡­That was just something they couldn¡¯t do¡­ Connor was all for a quick wedding, ¡°Wanna go to Vegas?¡± Amillia laughed, she had not thought that things would ever be in that kind of situation for her. But the idea did appeal to her. ¡°It¡¯s definitely an idea.¡± Connor laughed, ¡°That¡¯s my girl.¡± The drinks came to the table then and silence filled the cubicle. Connor was still lost in thought, he wanted to take her skydiving, take her to the zoo, see her response to elephants, and with that thought he shook his head. For some reason he was thinking like a girl, if that is how girls thought in the first place... Amillia snuffled a giggle while listening to him. To hide her amusement, she had a sip of her drink, but she knew that he had seen her smile. ¡°Oh, and you have better ideas?¡± Amillia thought that she did in fact have a better idea, and that was to stop her from getting cancer so that these awesome ideas wouldn¡¯t have to be rushed! She was silent for a moment, wondering if Connor would still love her if she came back fifty years later, like Piet had come back to Miranda. It seemed possible at the moment, but how would he feel then? Would there be an emotional change between them? Amillia sipped another mouth full of her drink to try and disguise her feelings, it was then that she heard him speak, ¡°It¡¯s going to be hard isn¡¯t it? To show you things and give you experiences¡­Well, for the time I have and the time that you may take to come back to me, I hope I can fit in as much as I can in three months!¡± Connor was all for the romance, especially when it had the added bonus of the bedtime, but when he saw Amillia¡¯s eyes fill with tears, it was the opposite reaction that he had craved for. He moved to her side of the cubicle and put his hands around her and wondered whether he should apologize or not. He decided against it, he knew that if he did it, it wouldn¡¯t be who he was and if she liked him for him, then why bother? Amillia nearly choked and after he helped her cough, he realized that she was now suddenly laughing¡­He had forgotten for the moment that she could read his thoughts! How annoying that must be for her, to be inside his head all the time! Amillia finished coughing and started nodding, ¡°Ha, yes it can be. And very different at the same time. Everyone I could hear before you were so¡­formal, then you¡­You are so, I don¡¯t even know what it is on how you think, it¡¯s like you mock people all the time and you¡¯re a laughingstock. I don¡¯t know how I could take anything serious while I¡¯m inside your head.¡± Connor smiled and said, ¡°Well, then you know my defense, now for my offence!¡± Amillia wasn¡¯t ready for his kiss! She didn¡¯t understand this man and she may never, but she loved how he could still surprise her, even if she could read his thoughts! Amillia was surprised though that he thought of his dad not more than a second after they finished kissing and wondered whether to ask her about his dad or not. Connor asked her that he would like to take her to meet his dad and, of course, his mum as well, after dinner, and if she would mind. Amillia sat back further and looked at him, ¡°Are you sure?¡± Connor showed no emotion on his face but of course she heard them, he was worried about what his dad would say, what he would do and with the fact he hasn¡¯t talked to him for about a month and his dad would most likely say something about that! Amillia asked, ¡°Maybe another time then?¡± Connor sighed, at that moment he was glad that she could read his mind, as it seemed that he wasn¡¯t ready yet. Connor was stopped to get a drink by her hand, then she said, ¡°But maybe it would be good to go see him, since we have so little time, I would like to meet him, I know you feel ill of him but I¡¯d still like to form my own opinion. And it may very well get the intended fight out of the way, since you seem to think that¡¯s what is going to happen anyway.¡± Connor was silent, his hand was still, he could only see his father yelling at him and telling him other things, except that he was proud of him¡­With that thought, he wanted sex, sex he was sure, would help the situation tremendously! Amillia took her hand away and sat closer to him, and whispered in his ear, ¡°It is only death that comes after life Connor, what is there to be feared off? Strangely, besides your love, anything less than that for me seems a little bit insignificant¡± The sudden change in his images, to his father dying in cartoon, made her laugh. Then himself laughing at a big cartoon smoke saying ''boom'', making her laugh even more. Amillia could feel his acceptance in seeing his father and felt overwhelmed with pride. He seemed to give that feeling to her without even realizing it¡­It¡¯s just, what he said was true. If he just kept up and just being who he was, she felt like she would fall for him over and over again! ¡­In the next half an hour, she knew that he was feeling sicker by the minute, as they got closer and closer to their destination. She made light conversation to try and set his mind at ease, but it was becoming more difficult then she had originally thought! Volume 2, Chapter 4
Amillia could hardly believe Connor¡¯s worked up state at the thought of seeing his father! She thought that he would fear death more, or something like that but now, he was trapped in the now, somewhat gearing himself up for a fight! Death for herself was simple, she¡¯d been there and done that, yet, for Connor, he seemed to hold back on much that had anything to do with it. Her idea of bringing death in with his father seemed to fade and he was worried again about the yelling and about his mother. She found it quite amusing that he still thought it was quite a huge deal to do this, that his existence seems to want it so much but yet dreaded it do his core. She had only gotten small snippets of his past with his father and wondered with how little he thought of him, yet why he wanted his approval so badly¡­ ¡­Ah, should she just tell him to forget it? Amillia couldn¡¯t understand how Connor could have stayed sane after all these years with a father that dominated like he had and to maximise that, his father had made it completely obvious that he had liked Connor¡¯s twin brother better¡­ Amillia could hear and see all the favouritism that went on in the family, that Cameron seemed to be the next leader, that Cameron did this, that Cameron did that and Amillia had a sudden urge to cry for Connor and his life experience of having a father. A father should be moral support for a young man, a hero in some respect, so that they have someone to look up to and with Connor¡¯s thoughts, she found that he had nobody like that upon his upbringing¡­ Their first date was over and Amillia was unsure whether it was still on his mind to see his father. Not bringing it up was hard yet getting into the car after they had walked out from the restaurant was easy. Connor was thinking of girls with skimpy tops and chairs after about five minutes of driving. She saw the boobs in the tank tops being big, pink for the tops, and chair legs, on how they were made, and Amillia didn¡¯t seem to take offence, if anything she realized he was trying not to think about seeing his father. ¡°Connor, please calm down!¡± Connor turned to her and grimaced, ¡°I can¡¯t help it!¡± With his head going back to the road, Amillia wanted to point out, ¡°No offense but looking at a chair leg and how it was made sort of bores me.¡± She got what she was looking for, which was a smile, a wonderful smile. Her mind was then full of another picture, a closed rose, but it started opening, it was a beautiful color of purple and pink, like magenta, and then when it fully opened, it said, ¡®I love you¡¯. Amillia smiled, she might have the most obnoxious man, but he was a romantic in his own way. ¡°I love you too.¡± Again, she saw him smile¡­ Amillia was just about to ask if Connor wanted to pull out from seeing his father, when he said, ¡°I wonder if there was more to what Piet had said or if that was it. All he really said was that it didn¡¯t work for him, I mean do you know for sure that it¡¯s going to be three months? What if you don¡¯t get sick at all?¡± Amillia didn¡¯t feel different, but, as she looked down, she saw the tiny fragment connected to her lung that wasn¡¯t supposed to be there. About to make things more open minded, she already was interrupted by more rants from Connor, ¡°What did he do to try to prevent from being hit by a car, did he not go out so it wouldn¡¯t happen? He could have filled us in more, instead of falling asleep, and on my couch at that¡­And he drank my booze!¡± Amillia looked at him and reminded him, ¡°Don¡¯t forget, while he was sleeping, we were wondering whether or not to believe him in the first place and wondering if he wasn¡¯t as crazy as us.¡± Connor thought back to that and couldn''t see how Piet made it all up, because he simply knew about things even before he was informed of them. Connor remembered, showing some of the conversation in his head to Amillia. They asked a few unanswered questions, wondering if he was for real, what he could have done to stop it. They had written down some things about cancer that they needed to look up to try and help it without getting too much medical attention. They had agreed that Cameron could try one and Amillia could try another¡­But not long after that, they had all gone to bed. A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. Amillia closed her eyes, opened them, sighed and said, ¡°We¡¯ll get on the internet when we get back and see if we can get onto something soon. If we prove whatever is going wrong, by even another month, anything could be possible.¡± Connor slammed his palm onto the stirring wheel, ¡°That¡¯s right! This three-month thing is crap! It¡¯s not even medically possible. It¡¯s not Connor possible!¡± Connor looked at her and smiled. Amillia wasn¡¯t sure what to say, she seemed to have not the same enthusiasm as Connor. As much as she wanted things to be Connor possible, she had a feeling that it wasn¡¯t going to be so. She thought about a situation that had happened before, that she was around for, Cameron. He had cancer then he didn¡¯t, she took him back to her room, and it was gone. All she needed to do was teleport back to her room, then teleport back to some place back here on Earth. Connor saw her eyes go wide and look at him, he put his eyes back on the road and asked, ¡°What?¡± ¡°Cameron had it, and then when I teleported him back to my room¡­Back in the spirit world, he didn¡¯t have it.¡± Connor hit the steering wheel again, ¡°That¡¯s it! Nice work! Wow that¡¯s awesome, whenever you start feeling inhuman just port back to your room and then come back. Problem solved!¡± Amillia did feel better, there was definitely something there that they could try, as it had already worked! It was moments later though, that she was reminded about the Azulious and how they would probably be waiting on the spirit world for that precise moment that they would indeed use that method... *** Arriving at a house, unseen before to Amillia¡¯s own eyes, she turned to Connor, who put the hand break on, and he looked back at her. He silently told her that they were here. There were no pictures or images now in his head, and he leant over to give her a kiss. Amillia put her hands on his face and then around his neck, feeling herself go deeper into just thinking about his lips and him¡­The man who seemed to be using her right now to calm down! Amillia smiled through their kiss and gently pulled on his ear, making him bite her lip lightly in return. ¡°Connor!¡± A voice interrupted them, making them both move apart in a hurry to the sudden shock, and to Connor welcoming Amillia to hell. Getting out of the car, Connor walked to Amillia¡¯s side and opened her door. Helping her out of the car, he rolled his eyes to hear his name was being yelled out yet again. Amillia heard him think that he¡¯s still a boy in his daddy¡¯s eyes and he smirked, waiting for her to laugh. Amillia didn¡¯t find that funny at all though and put her hand to his face saying, ¡°I hope he sees that is not the case, Love.¡± His named was yelled out again and Connor was getting weak, she could see it, but his sudden yell startled her, ¡°Oi dad, stop yelling at me and either wait for me to come inside or you come out here! Pick one!¡± After all, you of all people told me it was rude! Connor grumpily thought. He remembers never able to leave a room when his father was talking to him, he had to even go to his father often, as his father would never come to him. It might be taking some time for them to get inside, but it didn¡¯t mean they weren¡¯t going! Connor frowned. Hold it together man, he told himself. Amillia stayed with Connor in place, while his father responded, ¡°Boy, get your butt in here! Now!¡± Connor thought about girls in tank tops again and he seemed to calm down considerably when Amillia was one of them. He grabbed her hand, stomping towards the house and Amillia finally saw the owner of the voice waiting for them at the front door. ¡°Oh¡­I see you have company¡­Hello there.¡± She was taken aback to the softer tone of his voice, like he was a completely different man! Amillia shook his firm hand and smiled back, even though it was completely awkward! It was like his yelling at her man had suddenly become a secret that couldn¡¯t be talked about and like it had never happened! She smiled more when she heard Connor think his father being the perfect gentleman when she was here and that he should have said Amillia was here from the start. ¡°Hi.¡± Connor put his hand out to his dad, ¡°Amillia I¡¯d like you to meet my father, Bruce.¡± Then, he looked at his father and put his hand around Amillia, ¡°Dad, I¡¯d like you to meet my fianc¨¦.¡± Amillia heard Connor count down from three and looked from him to his father. She saw that Bruce was holding something back but pulled together rather good and said, ¡°Oh, uh, fianc¨¦? Ah did I hear that right?¡± Connor smiled and said, ¡°Yep, you¡¯ll have a new edition.¡± ¡°Connor I¡¯ve only met this girl once before.¡± His father stopped, he must have seen Connor think, ¡®and what dad?¡¯ on his face. His father looked back at Amillia and suddenly said, ¡°I thought your name was Andrea...¡± For a quick moment, both Amillia and Connor were stunned, being reminded of this certain fact¡­ I forgot about that! Was the thought that went through both of their heads. Amillia looked at Connor and saw his thoughts wonder to the past, when Andrea yelled at Bruce. It was hard not to laugh and had to remind herself that a response was needed, ¡°Andrea would be my twin sister.¡± Bruce stared at her and silence filled the air for a moment, then he smiled and said, ¡°Double trouble hey.¡± Amillia nodded, as the surroundings were starting to get uncomfortable. She watched the change of emotions written on Bruce''s face, there was a certain sadness but, strangely, he had lightened up a little and Amillia wondered if he had just made a joke in his head. Connor said, ¡°Where¡¯s Mum?¡± Finally, Bruce stepped aside and answered, ¡°In her room. And you mister, I need to talk to you.¡± ¡°Yeah Yeah, just ganna introduce my girl to mum.¡± Connor led Amillia through the house, passing a loundroom a kitchen and another room before getting into a room with an elder lady. When they entered, she turned around and smiled, ¡°Oh lovey, how are you dear?¡± They kissed and hugged, and Connor pulled Amillia closer, ¡°I¡¯m good mum, this is my fianc¨¦, Amillia.¡± The elder lady¡¯s face showed shock at first but lit up and she smiled at Amillia, ¡°Oh wow, what news! And what a couple you make. Oi! Bruce, open some beers, we¡¯re celebrating!¡± Amillia couldn¡¯t help but love this lady, she was charming, and she seemed to be the total opposite as the man that had been at the front door! Connor¡¯s name was repeated yet again and Connor kissed her on the cheek, ¡°Better go and talk to him! You guys talk, I¡¯m sure there¡¯s something you could talk about.¡± Winking at Amillia, Connor then walked away¡­Towards his father¡­ Volume 2, Chapter 5
Connor wasn¡¯t too far from the loundroom when his father, yet again, yelled for him. Shaking his head, Connor was already ready to go back home! When he finally saw his father, standing at the fireplace and looking at a picture of the family, Connor couldn¡¯t help but yell, ¡°Yes Dad, what can I do for you?¡± His father snapped to attention, ¡°You trying to be a smart-ass boy?¡± Connor smirked, ¡°Ah no, it just comes naturally.¡± His father was getting angry, Connor could tell, his eyes went to slits and his mouth was nearly a perfect line. ¡°There¡¯s no need¡­¡± Connor interrupted, ¡°That¡¯s right dad there¡¯s no need, look you¡¯re going to have to change, at least while myself and Amillia are around, because she¡¯s going to be a part of the family and you might as well get used to it. Now, there¡¯s a few things you should know, one is Amillia has cancer and you may see us more often. I don¡¯t care if you hate me or her but be nice, please! And two, I need you to be a friend, because the father figure thing is just not working. I¡¯m not going to have you spoil my happiness just because you don¡¯t like who I am! I say tough, get over it and move on! I may need a shoulder to cry on, and I¡¯d rather it be you then a stranger! And¡­This is your last chance, if things don¡¯t work out between Amillia, you and I, it may be the last couple of months that you have a birth son at all!¡± Connor wasn¡¯t sure if he had actually said those words or not, as his father didn¡¯t change his face or rigid stance for at least a minute. He was just about to pinch himself when his father finally broke the silence, ¡°Well, that¡¯s something I¡¯m definitely not used to, especially from you Connor! I will find the medium between us, but it doesn¡¯t mean I agree with your unmanly poems. I did wish though that I had more time to get to know this Amillia girl, I strongly suggest that you find more about her before you take the steps of real responsibility.¡± Connor sat heavily into a couch chair and closed his eyes, he didn¡¯t understand how someone could be so closed off into his own little space, ¡°Your suggestion is beyond your control as we are getting married!¡± His father huffed and said, ¡°But you don¡¯t know her, how can you trust her. What if she¡¯s not the one for you? Have you even considered these things?¡± Connor stood up and walked towards the picture his father had been looking at when he had first walked into the room and picked it up. It was a family picture with Cameron before his death. Those days were easier, even though his father was still on his back, but the family smiled more. It has been quite some time since they have been so close¡­Connor remembered when he was homeless and that they had rarely rang him. Sighing, he felt at fault that he didn¡¯t pick up the phone much back then, but he could not help but feel he could have gotten more help from his father in the past. After a short moment of looking at the picture, Connor looked to his father, ¡°We could be like this, you know¡­A family, people who love each other, trust each other to make their own choices and not fight about who they are.¡± Connor looked back at the picture and then suddenly smashed it against the coffee table. His father went wild almost straight away, his eyes were wide, and mouth opened in shock, ¡°What the hell! What did you do that for? You need to clean this up and fix it right now!¡± His yell echoed throughout the house¡­ Connor looked at his dad, ¡°This is what we are right now, can¡¯t you see? We are broken! We have so many small bits and pieces around the place and we can¡¯t connect on the same level. In the next few months, will you choose to put the picture back together again, or throw it in the fire!?¡± Connor was getting sad, his father was shaking his head making something of nothing¡­Not understanding¡­ Connor had had enough, he had not known what he was going to tell his father when walking into the room, but he knew that change had to be in order, or the family would get worse and he would practically disown them¡­Which was something that he didn¡¯t want to do! If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. For so many years Connor had put up with his father mocking him and telling him that he just wasn¡¯t good enough! He had not done any kind of retaliation to his father¡¯s hurtful words! It was like¡­Two years of anger had finally blown up inside him and he had let it lose! And¡­It was for a good reason! Connor did want his father and mother in his life, he wanted to share them with Amillia and give her the best experience he could give her! She didn¡¯t have a mum or dad anymore, so it was his, she could have his but¡­He wanted his father to get his head out of his ass first! Suddenly¡­His father slapped him in the face and Connor grabbed his arm, ¡°I know, that you wish it was me instead of Cameron that had died! I have known all this time! It has been years and you still haven¡¯t accepted the fact that I¡¯m still here! You still think I¡¯m a boy, you don¡¯t trust my judgement, you don¡¯t see my happiness! And¡­I¡¯m sick of waiting! Waiting for you to be proud of me, waiting for you to accept me! I don¡¯t care for it anymore!¡± Conner hadn''t realized that his voice had slowly risen to a shout while he was stating his inner most thoughts. He had even gotten to a point that he didn¡¯t even care if his father was really listening to him or not because¡­He really hadn¡¯t much want to care about his father at the moment! Connor let go of his arm, he couldn¡¯t look at his father a moment longer and decided to clean up the mess that he had made with the photo frame. His father stood there silently, waiting for Connor to clean up so that he could move because of being bare foot and not wanting to step on glass. Connor saw his movement to go pick up the picture, but Connor got to it before him and without looking at him, he put it out of reach, saying, ¡°I¡¯ll be keeping this! When you make your choice, I will do what is required.¡± As soon as he was finished cleaning, his father made yet another move towards the picture, to which Connor took it again. His father was boiling mad, Connor had never seen him so mad and it was making him feel strange, as if he didn¡¯t care. For the first time in his life, his father¡¯s mood or reasoning''s behind his moods didn¡¯t matter to him at all... His father put out his hand, ¡°Give it to me Connor! Now!¡± Connor held his stance, ¡°No!¡± He had gone this far, he wasn¡¯t going to back down now and become that ¡®nobody¡¯ in his father¡¯s eyes once again! Even if he was thought of as a bad guy, at least it was better then before! Anything was better then feeling like he should have been the one that had died instead of his brother! ¡°You cannot come into my house and take my possessions like this, it is theft!¡± His father still did not remove his outstretched hand. Connor could see the outcome already, his father was going to be an old, lonely man. ¡°And you can¡¯t tell me how to live my life! I¡¯m sick and tired of trying to get your opinion of me upgraded to something more than it is! I¡¯ve had it! I am happy with who I am, and no one should tell me otherwise and you will let mum do her poems as well, and you will like it old man! Besides¡­Don¡¯t you think that we are living borrowed lives? Why can¡¯t we take advantage of the fact that we are still alive! Go ahead, put me up for theft and I¡¯ll burn it!¡± His father went to go hit him again, but Connor stopped him. ¡°I feel sorry for you Bruce. You go around threatening everyone, yet when you are in that position you go a step further and try to give the blame to somebody else. You hold a lot of anger, but I¡¯m sick of you blaming me! I won¡¯t come by for a few days, as I don¡¯t want to lose my temper at you again, but you will see us. Again, you have a few weeks to change!¡± With that Connor walked up to his mother¡¯s room and gave her a kiss. ¡°I love you mum, we are off, we¡¯ll come back soon ok.¡± His mother took his hands and looked at him, ¡°I¡¯m sorry he¡¯s like this Connor, I have tried but he has to do this alone¡­I didn¡¯t think it would take so long though...Right well, I love you both, see us again soon!¡± Connor kissed his mother¡¯s hands and turned to Amillia. Things were ok again, she filled his heart with such warmth that the thought of losing his father to bitterness wasn¡¯t so bad. If he thought about it more, he¡¯d probably realize that he got his strength from Amillia, yet he didn¡¯t want to go into depth upon why he suddenly stated all those words to his father. As far as he was aware, they were said, it was done, and upon the reason why he had said them didn¡¯t matter anymore¡­ He put his hand out to Amillia, as she put hers out to him, ¡°Ready?¡± With a nod from her and a wave, they were gone¡­ Connor had to start getting things together, not only did he want to kick the cancer in the butt, he still had to go to work and look after Amillia. Smiling, when the car was out of the driveway, Connor felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders! He was going to do this, and he was even looking forward to it! He had to admit though, speaking to his father the way he did, felt awesome! Connor nodded and thought he¡¯s gone from a Jedi knight to a Jedi master! But¡­His heart still hadn¡¯t gotten back to normal yet! Connor smiled, ¡°I feel like I could beat up an anaconda!¡± Amillia laughed at him. ¡°I''m serious! I have never talked to him like that! I feel invincible! Haha!¡± Amillia didn''t want to be the one to take him off his high horse when what he said might have been what needed to be said. As much as she wished everything worked out nicely for her first visit to her future in laws, she couldn¡¯t¡­ She had never thought Connor would yell at his own father! That surely was a surprise and probably pretty embarrassing for them but¡­Amillia knew Connor and knew of his feelings¡­So she understood. Connor wanted them to be a family and felt like this episode had to be done or that they couldn¡¯t move forward, it was just sad that it had to be done on this day, the first day to have met them¡­ Hopefully, she thought, they¡¯ll get along and well, perhaps it was this very day that made it possible¡­Who knows! Volume 2, Chapter 6
On the way home Connor and Amillia talked about the conversation that Amillia had with his mother. It was light conversation at first but the yelling from the two men, from just down the hall, made his mother apologise and say that he has been like this since the death of Cameron. Amillia had asked her how she could stand it, even though it was a risk of asking but for her sake she didn''t understand at all. Well, she had seen a bit of Connor¡¯s mother in his thoughts and memories but still had not put together who she was and why she was putting up with his father so easily. If her man acted like one of his son¡¯s didn¡¯t exist, having wanted one to die instead of the other¡­Then on top of that mocked his living son, Amillia would be very angry! So¡­That was why she didn¡¯t understand Connor¡¯s mother¡­ Connor told her, before she continued to tell him the conversation she had with his mother, that his mum loved his dad, that his mother took the good with the bad. It wasn¡¯t just that too, she was from a time that divorce wasn¡¯t looked well upon. She not only wanted things to work out, but this was her life and she had accepted it. In fact, it was his mother that made Connor see how many didn¡¯t take marriage seriously in the last decade¡­ Connor then went into an older story of his dad, from when they were younger, on how his mum couldn''t give him anything other than advice to change a bad habit. His father hadn''t taken the advice but changed promptly when it occurred to him through a bad episode of health with his mum. Amillia pondered and figured that his father¡¯s bad behavior may have been the reason for his mother¡¯s illness and finally sought to change, simply because he didn¡¯t want to live without her¡­Of course, from what she could see and not being told more, Amillia just assumed this silently. Connor was silent for a while and admitted that if there is anything that he did get from his father, it was the affection that he had for loved ones, especially his girl. He told Amillia that if there was a weakness for Bruce, it was his mother, Eve. Connor never understood though, why his father was so hard on him and nobody else in the family. His mother was his father¡¯s love, his brother was his father¡¯s pride and he¡­Was he anything but a sore loser in his father¡¯s eyes? Why¡­Why couldn¡¯t they just get along!? Ever since the bridge, meaning Cameron, had died, they had not once been able to have a simple conversation¡­ *** Andrea had little to do but sit, eat, sleep, think of patterns and with Cameron only able to come back in the visiting hours, she had quite a few hours on her hands to only have herself to keep her entertained. There was too much time to worry and stress over things that were out of her control¡­And the biggest problem out of her control was¡­How could she overcome a miscarriage, when it is inevitable? For three hours, Andrea was alone, until she had to prove that she wasn¡¯t crazy to the psychologist. ¡°Would there be a reason for you to talk to yourself Andrea? Would there be a connection to this and your sister¡¯s death?¡± The psychologist said. Andrea tried to figure out how to answer without giving too much away and¡­What was with the questions! Weren¡¯t they a professional? Idiot, Andrea stated to herself, they don¡¯t know anything about me, but¡­Starting so quickly with questions¡­ Clearly, Andrea was nervous¡­ Oh¡­What was the question again? Something about connection with her sister and talking to herself¡­To her, Amillia wasn¡¯t dead, but of course telling this person that should not be something that she should do! ¡°Uh, I did not deal with her passing well¡­I was a wreck for quite a while, and I got a lot better when I started talking to myself.¡± Andrea knew that ¡®reason¡¯ was vague, also sounding ridiculous, as it was leaving out pretty much two years¡¯ worth of information, but she wasn¡¯t really one to go into deep conversations with just anyone! The psychologist nodded, Andrea liked that she was open minded and looked like she understood her discomfort, ¡°And what of your brother Andrea, did he see much change in you in the last couple of years?¡± Andrea thought back, ¡°He stayed at arm¡¯s length for a while, every now and then tried and give me a life. I saw him nearly always once a week and he tried to set me up a few times with men.¡± ¡°And, how did you cope with him doing that?¡± The question was just that, and Andrea wondered if the psychologist was really trying to figure out what was wrong or wasn¡¯t worried about Andrea and was just filling in some time. Perhaps she might be lucky and get out of here in no time then! If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Alright, he has a great wife and she would talk to him for me and I just hung around for a while just not to be rude. I think the men got the picture quite easily that I wasn¡¯t interested.¡± ¡°Would there be a reason for that? Was it timing, place or was it because of your sister?¡± The psychologist asked. Amillia looked down, remembering that it was all three, well, that and that she really and simply wasn¡¯t interested¡­ ¡°It was¡­I didn¡¯t really see any kind of relationship out of them. They seemed to be on a different wavelength, didn¡¯t connect, that sort of thing. But obviously that is in the past now, now that I have found Cameron.¡± Andrea frowned for a moment and had a slight bit of panic go through her when the place where she was at, right at this moment, probably had records to state this ¡®Cameron¡¯ as died! Luckily, they didn¡¯t ask about Cameron¡¯s last name! The conversation continued about her relationship with Cameron, then onto his brother, as Andrea accidently brought him up, and then was asked how happy she felt. Life in general seemed to be good enough for the psychologist and after being told that she was cleared in her department, the psychologist then asked about the baby. Andrea had nearly forgotten how fun it was to talk about her unborn child and got carried away with news and how reactions occurred towards the pregnancy. Just as Andrea had thought, it seemed that the psychologist wasn¡¯t going to go into deep conversation with her and was somewhat glad that sometimes the hospitals rushed to get people to leave. It might not be good for someone who needed to stay but for her, where she didn¡¯t think she belonged in the hospital like this, it has, for a change, worked out rather well! Cameron had been rung up and before long Andrea was interrupted with his appearance, the conversation was happily ended and Andrea could finally leave the hospital, only to come back again tomorrow morning for her next check up with the doctor. After the check up tomorrow, Andrea would only need to come in if there are any major concerns from a local doctor instead, so it was all good news¡­ Cameron and Andrea were on ground floor, closer to freedom, when he brought her closer to him. He had quickly searched the area for people before he teleported. When the brightness faded Cameron moved closer again towards Andrea and took her face into his hands and kissed her gently, as he had missed her. Time on this planet was so different, he was always busy back being a spirit but now, that he has come ¡®back¡¯ here, he doesn¡¯t know what to do with himself¡­Not only that but a part of him never felt right when being a part from her. Eagerness enveloped him and he would find himself drumming his fingers or lifting his whole leg in little bounces in irritation to the loss of her presence. Then, having done these little things frustrated him more because it was annoying to his eyes or his ears! Yet¡­He simply couldn¡¯t help it¡­ He had even started to realize that he got a headache while being away from Andrea, really not understanding how that worked at all! How could it be normal to obtain a headache through someone¡¯s loss of presence? It didn¡¯t make any sense! ¡­While visiting hours were closed Cameron had eaten, even had a nap and surfed the internet for potential cancer cures but it was never in the least bit satisfying¡­Until now, now that she was in his arms once again. It was like, he only made sense when she was beside him¡­ The biggest thing on his mind was his unborn child and trying to come up with something that would help against termination. Cameron had forgotten how sadness and anger had felt until now, but it was definitely something he didn¡¯t want to get used to. ¡°I am glad that you are out, I have been lonely without you. I have not seen Connor nor Amillia and nothing has come to mind on how to figure out our questions.¡± He watched her face and her smile forming, then heard her response ¡°Love you too.¡± The feeling going through him after hearing this was so great that Cameron sighed. Why had he longed to hear this so much yet before, while he had been alive, he hadn¡¯t much worried about it at all? It was the total opposite¡­ Actually, he really did think he had changed quite a bit since he was last human. His personality might not change so much but there was something else that he couldn¡¯t put an understanding upon, and it was starting to come through to be known of more and more often¡­ Cameron gave Andrea another quick kiss before moving away from her and walking towards the car, then he heard her wonder why the car was at Roma Street Parklands. ¡°More parking here.¡± Her laughter was the highlight of his day, following close behind was his child¡¯s heartbeat, so Cameron¡¯s day was already much to his liking¡­Most possibly his favorite day so far¡­ Andrea scoffed at his talent of teleportation and said, ¡°Cheat.¡± Cameron laughed, ¡°I am not a cheat. I am just taking advantage of the situation.¡± Just as Andrea put on her seat belt and was ready for the trip home, her mobile rang. She did see, when she got it back and turned it on, that she had a few messages and missed phone calls. But this time it was Connor, not her brother, ¡°Yo Andy, Sup?¡± Andrea rolled her eyes, ¡°Hey Connor, I¡¯m out and heading home. You guys going to your place or mine?¡± ¡°We are headed back to mine, oh and hey, I think I have figured one thing out, so I¡¯ll see ya¡¯s soon.¡± Before she could say more, he hung up! ¡­He seemed to be one of those guys that always wanted the last say¡­ ¡°Yes, he is like that, I did not fight with him much as I would always seem to lose out.¡± Cameron smiled and then laughed, ¡°We got on so much better after that.¡± Andrea let out a giggle, it was nice to be happy again, the last month has been long enough and she felt like she deserved this. ¡°He said that he found¡­¡± Cameron interrupted, ¡°He may have found something and that we are going to his place.¡± Andrea huffed and thought that there¡¯s no need to speak anymore, that she might as well become mute! Cameron laughed, ¡°I will retain myself from interrupting you again then my love, I am sorry. I would much rather hear your sweet voice in any circumstance, I do indeed feel like a fool!¡± Andrea smiled at him, ¡°It¡¯s ok. I can¡¯t imagine what it would be like to know what people are thinking all the time, I¡¯m pretty sure it would annoy the hell outta me¡­It¡¯s funny, when you¡¯re a child you wish you had powers and become a hero. But then you grow up and meet someone with something like a special power, things seem to be fine not to have it.¡± ¡°It is very different to my old life Andrea, I feel like this life is separate, as though I have been born again. I have the memories of my being here before I died, but I do not feel like the same person. I still feel like the spirit that has come to earth again, not the child that was born here and grew to be a man.¡± Cameron continued to watch the road but picked her hand up and gave it a kiss. ¡°My being right now is in love with you, but the being that was on this earth originally may have had different feelings towards you¡­I hope I am making some kind of sense for you to understand.¡± Volume 2, Chapter 7
Andrea looked down at their entwined hands, she understood most of it. She didn¡¯t understand how this could happen though, that a spirit and a human could fall in love and even conceive a child. The spirit reading thoughts, coming back to earth as a human, getting sick with a death sentence and yet life must go on, Andrea thought. She looked up at Cameron, ¡°Why haven¡¯t you been uh¡­Calling? What happened to your job?¡± Cameron looked at her quickly, before turning back to the road, ¡°I am not sure. I have thought of it once or twice before you have just now brought it up, but I did not come up with some kind of answer. I believe that connections with the transpers have seized by my being here.¡± Sitting back and closing her eyes, there were so many things to consider. The Azulious may come to get her sister and Cameron as, surely, they should know how to get here¡­Or¡­Would they not know? Could it be that while Cameron and Amillia were here, on Earth, that they were safe from the Azulious? Andrea found more questions about health, if by miracle she somehow kept this child alive, how would she overcome being without Cameron if he was gone? And then the opposite, how many miscarriages would it take for us to understand that having a child wouldn¡¯t happen? Andrea felt a tear slide down to her chin. Crying was not usual to her and she wiped it away roughly, opening her eyes to see Cameron looking at her. The car had stopped, they were parked at Connor¡¯s house behind his car, and Andrea wasn¡¯t sure how long he had just sat there waiting for her to notice. ¡°Not long Andrea, I believe you are being emotional, a symptom to pregnancy perhaps?¡± Andrea smiled at him, he noticed a lot about her, it was something she wasn¡¯t used to yet and it still overwhelmed her. Cameron smiled and got out of the car, walking around to the other side and he opened her side of the car door. How she loved the gentleman inside him, how he wanted to look after her and make her feel special. He helped her out of the car and pulled her close to him into a hug, stoking her hair, and he rested his head on top of hers. Andrea couldn¡¯t believe how nice it was just to stand there and be held, like a child saying hello to a loved one after the first day of school. Andrea didn¡¯t want to let go but after some time Cameron pulled her back a bit, he kissed her lightly on the lips, holding her to a promise, and then pulled back, to take her hands to then walk to the front door. Cameron opened the door for them and walked into Connor¡¯s house after Andrea. Connor was yelling profanities with Amillia laughing and Cameron welcomed the change in mood. He was worried that Andrea was starting to get upset and it seemed it was the right time to walk through the front door! Looking at Andrea, he saw her smile and responded with one of his own, satisfied that she was thinking emotionally better now. ¡°Oh, for crying out loud! Look at that idiot just standing there, what a moron!¡± Connor huffed. Amillia giggled and said, ¡°He was the ¡®me¡¯ in team honey. Ha, maybe he spilt his drink over the keyboard.¡± ¡°Woman! You are making excuses for everybody, I can¡¯t see you playin'' this game and making excuses then!¡± Connor was silent for a moment, ¡°Oh! For friggin'' sakes! That¡¯s it, I¡¯m done! Stupid game!¡± Cameron thought it would be polite to announce their arrival at that moment, ¡°Connor, Amillia, we are finally altogether again.¡± Amillia looked up at them and smiled, she made her way over to Andrea and gave her a hug. ¡°Bout time crazy girl, how is the little one?¡± Amillia got down on her knees and put her hands-on Andrea¡¯s tummy. Silence filled the room and for some reason excitement ran through Cameron¡¯s veins. He watched Amillia¡¯s face, her voice cooing and saying that Aunty loves it very much. Suddenly, she seized her cooing and removed her hands from Andrea¡¯s tummy, ¡°The child seems to be slowing its circulation and I feel like it isn¡¯t the way it¡¯s supposed to be. How did the check-ups go?¡± Andrea looked up at Cameron and he moved closer to put a hand around her, ¡°We heard a heartbeat but apparently it was not as averagely strong as the day before, otherwise the baby seemed to be fine in the doctor¡¯s eyes.¡± Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Amillia looked angry, ¡°Ok, well I¡¯ll be watching over this child in any case.¡± Connor came up behind her then and put two hands on her shoulders, ¡°I¡¯m sure they won¡¯t mind Amie. Look guys, the idea I thought of came up with a conversation I had with Amillia. She told me about Cameron losing his cancer when you guys teleported back to whatever Ville. I reckon you guys should do that again when needed.¡± Cameron nodded, ¡°That is definitely one way to go, but I am sure that the Azulious would find us after teleporting and keep us from returning...¡± Andrea raised her eyebrows and asked, ¡°Did Piet say anything about doing that kind of thing?¡± Amillia shook her head and said, ¡°No, well not much, in fact he seemed quite vague over everything he had said. Would it be worth it to try it out, considering there may be no return ticket?¡± Cameron tightened his hold around Andrea and said, ¡°Well, we may put that as a last resort, in the meantime it could be a good idea to check out other prospects.¡± ¡°Like what? Seriously, I haven¡¯t found anything, the best was something taken off the internet several times! It¡¯s hard to keep up with it, actually¡­It sounded like a cure for cancer but looks like someone doesn¡¯t want a cure though. People have taken it and been cured, and I mean cured from their death beds, and not just with cancer either. But the person behind it is persistent, they keep putting it up somewhere else after several hours. Other things were not too much out of the norm, chemo and tablets¡­What not.¡± Connor sighed and then kissed Amillia. ¡®Talked to dad today Cameron, he knows about Amillia and I getting hitched and about her having cancer. Still didn¡¯t stop him from yelling at me but I gave him an ultimatum, see if he can grow up. Hehe¡­¡± Cameron raised his eyebrows to that, Connor had not talked back to their father very much at all to his knowledge. And on top of that, an ultimatum, to Cameron¡¯s surprise he thought it was a little over the top and felt bad for his father. ¡°I wish I could talk to him¡­To see him again.¡± ¡°And me with my brother, oh and the niece I¡¯ve never meet!¡± Amillia smiled. ¡°Maybe we can swoop spots for a day just to see them hey, reckon we could pull it off?¡± Andrea put her head against Cameron¡¯s shoulder and added, ¡°Well, my brother seems to be in the mood to see me. Four messages and two missed calls from him, so you¡¯re welcome to take my spot for the next visit, but if I was you I wouldn¡¯t, he¡¯d probably yell your head off or try to hook you up.¡± ¡°Yeah he¡¯s a funny one isn¡¯t he.¡± Connor adding his thoughts, and then Cameron, ¡°I liked him, he cares for Andrea very much.¡± They heard light snoring then and looked at Andrea, as she had fallen asleep, and they stifled a laugh as Cameron picked her up and took her to a bedroom that Connor pointed out. ¡­Nothing woke her up and Cameron didn¡¯t know whether to be worried or not about her exhaustion. ¡°This is quite normal in a pregnancy, the child still looks uneasy though, but she is just tired, I think she needs this.¡± Cameron forgot that Amillia could read his mind still, being a higher being in the spirit world was easily recognized but here, as people, it was different. He watched Amillia as she stared at Andrea¡¯s sleeping body, and then she walked closer to her and kneeled down on the floor. Cameron watched as Amillia put her hands on top of Andrea¡¯s tummy and started to glow¡­ With these simple acts, Cameron didn¡¯t know why he finally felt at ease, like this is what he had been waiting for since seeing Amillia from returning with Andrea. But, he did not understand why he felt this way so Cameron opened his mouth but wasn¡¯t sure whether to stop it or let it continue, as, would this be an answer or just something that they can scrub of the list of what was not going to work? But, not even ten seconds past before Amillia¡¯s glow disappeared and she got up and turned to Cameron, smiling. ¡°Baby is much better now!¡± Such good news! Andrea will be happy! His child was safe and growing, and Cameron went still to a sudden image of a girl entering into his mind¡­ A bit distracted Cameron smiled back at Amillia, but both of their smiles disappeared when she asked, ¡°Why does it work on the child and not us?¡± *** ¡°What, really? Oh my.¡± Andrea was over the moon, her child seemed to be blossoming at the moment, and that was not even her words. Andrea wanted to celebrate, she felt like she had so much energy all of a sudden! Her sixteen-hour nap was very refreshing, and she was looking forward to going to see the doctor. Andrea didn¡¯t know how awesome Amillia¡¯s talents were until just now and already knew that they will come in handy so much¡­She was looking forward to knowing every little thing about what the child does! Andrea stopped for a moment and sighed, she will lay back on Amillia as she knew better than anyone that if she were to get too annoying Amillia and what she would be doing would seize altogether, as her sister would only tolerate so much. Cameron seemed to be beside himself, he told her that we shouldn¡¯t have to worry about a miscarriage now, well as long as Amillia can see that nothing is wrong, so then the child being born may actually happen! Andrea saw that he actually was holding back on some enthusiasm about the pregnancy because when she woke up, he was all over her and talking about how excited he was, which in turn made her excited and it went from there. Andrea got into the shower and felt even better when water was running down her skin. She was so happy that she was quite quickly washed, dried and dressed, just to get back to the action outside of the bathroom. Andrea caught the end of a conversation that Amillia was talking about, ¡°¡­in the hospital, I remember that! At least we know the connection now! I wonder what happened to that.¡± ¡°Why you though? Why that picture? I mean, was this in motion before you guys spat the dummy the first time or what?¡± Connor, as usual, put in his thoughts. ¡°Hey you, watch it! I did not spit the dummy!¡± Amillia hit Connor on the shoulder. ¡°Yeah you did, you also peed ya pants pretty good.¡± Connor poked his tongue out. ¡°Oh, you are in big trouble mister.¡± Amillia pushed him against the wall and went to put her knee to his manly area and said, ¡°Go on try me.¡± Connor smiled sheepishly and put his hands up in surrender. With the man in her power surrendering, Amillia put her knee down and went to kiss him instead. Volume 2, Chapter 8
Andrea couldn¡¯t take it anymore, ¡°Oi! Before you take this to another room, fill me in first hey!¡± Cameron came over to her lazily smiling and seeing this different side of Cameron made her happy. He was always so serious, seeing him laid back and happy was a nice change. Not that she didn¡¯t like him when he was serious! When he was in front of her, he put his forehead against hers and silently said, ¡°I will tell you on the way to the hospital, we have to get going, I am not usually one to be late.¡± Andrea kissed him, ¡°I¡¯ll finish getting ready then.¡± She heard whispers from Connor and Amillia but couldn¡¯t work out what was being quietly said, then their laughter made her stop to look at them¡­They really were a pack of thieves, she thought. The laughter and the giddy happiness in the atmosphere made Andrea sort of lose it and she started to laugh too. She put her hand over her mouth to try and contain herself, but it wasn¡¯t really working! She couldn¡¯t help but be happy with things looking up, as her sister was here, and she was happy, her child was doing fine, and she had met the most lovable man that she had ever known¡­ It almost felt like the happiness that would be ripped to shreds in mere moments¡­ With that thought, Andrea cleared her throat and no longer felt like laughing. It wasn¡¯t like she stopped being happy, it was more out of self-defense, so that if something bad were to suddenly happen¡­She wouldn¡¯t fall into a pit of despair¡­ *** Connor had to leave for work¡­But it was hard to leave, and he never thought he would feel this way! Finally, though, he made it to work at the Brisbane library just in time and as he was walking in, he caught a glimpse of Sarah looking at him. He had absolutely no desire to go and talk to her, like he may have used to, and just went to go up the stairs, when she called out his name¡­ Muttering to himself, he turned around and walked over to her, he didn¡¯t want to be there, he would prefer to work then talk to this girl that knew of the old Connor. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± ¡°You¡¯ve been very quiet Connor, is there something on your mind?¡± She had her head tilted and if the old Connor was around he would have put his face right up next to hers, leaning on the desk and said something like, ¡®Just checkin'' new ways to get your attention sweet lips¡­¡¯ But now. he shrugged and simply said, ¡°Nah I¡¯m great, fabulous even. How are you doin''?¡± How it worked on where he suddenly no longer cared to be a playboy, he hadn¡¯t a clue! What he did know though, was that he was owned, he was taken and completely satisfied with that! Yeah, him¡­Connor, the idiot, the bastard who has trouble taking anything seriously, has a girlfriend! No¡­Wait! A fianc¨¦! Suddenly, he felt like laughing! As much as he didn¡¯t want to change his current circumstances, it didn¡¯t change the fact that this was most definitely weird! It really wasn¡¯t all that long ago that he didn¡¯t really believe in ¡®love at first sight¡¯ and that there were men really happy to be with one woman for years and years¡­ Sarah put her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at Connor. How could he not know that she was trying to flirt and the fact that he didn¡¯t care in the slightest, made him want to laugh even more. Watching the girl not having a clue that he was not interested, go on to speak, Connor sighed, ¡°I¡¯m good, my girls are wondering what to do this weekend. Say, would you be interested in a pajama party, of course¡­You would know that some of us don¡¯t actually wear pj¡¯s¡­¡± A few people looked their way with astonishment written on their faces and pure jealousy on the males of course! If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Connor looked back at Sarah with a smile, ¡°Actually I¡¯m busy, thanks though and have a good time.¡± And then he leisurely went to walk up the stairs¡­ He heard her yell his name and knew that she could not believe that he had knocked her back, especially with such a good invitation! With that, he couldn¡¯t hold it in anymore, his laughter was huge and lasted until he got to the locker room! *** ¡°So, the picture does hold a connection. Was that the same for Piet?¡± Andrea asked Cameron, while walking up to the doctors. They decided to take the staircase because teleportation made things to quick and they were early. ¡°He said that three places connected him. The garden and front of the hospital and Roma Street Parklands, yet we can go to fourth floor.¡± Cameron answered slowing down, he had forgotten about exercise until now, puffing slightly he thought to go for a walk later to keep fit. ¡°Mmmm, I wonder, with Piet having three places to teleport and us four, if anyone that might have been before Piet had only two places to teleport?¡± Cameron looked at Andrea and by reading her mind he could see that she was putting something together in her head, it was more so lines and boxes¡­Actually, he had never thought of anyone else having the same thing happen, other then Piet and themselves but¡­Could there be even more in the past then? ¡­He thought back to a memory of his former life and believed what Andrea was doing in her head, that the box type pattern, was like that of a family tree of some kind. But it disappeared and he heard her sigh, ¡°Why is a teleportation link or whatever there in the first place? Has this happened a third or fourth time, is there any way we could actually find out? Seriously, we are going to go crazy asking all these questions Cameron, we may as well just not think about it and stay sane!¡± Cameron sighed along with her, and said, ¡°We are indeed asking a lot of questions that we may not even get the answers to. I suppose what we should be looking at is some kind of cure for cancer instead, or time will become too short and it won¡¯t matter...¡± Before they got to the door, Andrea stopped and looked up at him asking through thoughts upon if they will actually find a cure or will it be too late. It was obvious, without looking into her thoughts, upon how upset the thought of losing him was like. Her eyes, her face¡­It all turned sad and Cameron could not handle it, he wanted to be close to her, always, even in death. There was something there, something he was addicted to or something he felt that was attached to Andrea and there was just no if¡¯s¡­There was no other way¡­His happiness was in the palm of her hand and if she was upset like this, it hurt him to a point it was harder to breath¡­ He had read books on people in love and thought that this was probably it but¡­There was something deep inside him that also played a part¡­For some reason he felt like he had waited an eternity to be with this woman, this very human woman that cried¡­She wasn¡¯t some superhuman, she wasn¡¯t the most beautiful woman either but¡­She was like his other arms and legs¡­Or whatever, like he¡¯d lost her ages ago and never wanted to let her go ever again¡­ Was this like every other love or could he really state he was different? Whatever it was, Cameron couldn¡¯t think more upon it if Andrea looked this way and so¡­He took her in his arms and mumbled through her hair, ¡°I hope not, I will further my search today and try to find something that will at least give us another month at the least.¡± Walking into the eighth level, they went up to the desk and was told to sit down in the waiting area. Andrea¡¯s phone went off, making the receptionist look at her, and saw that her brother was trying to contact her again. Andrea quickly hung up on him and tried to look not so obvious messaging him that she would see him soon and that she was at work. At least she wasn¡¯t lying, she thought, putting her phone away. She really was at work! ¡°Did you want to see him next?¡± Cameron asked. Andrea sighed, a lot of that was going around lately, ¡°Not really, I¡¯m sure he¡¯d have some kind of problem with me! He would want to make whatever it is known to the world¡­That swapping idea is growing on me!¡± They made their way to the waiting chairs and Andrea leaned against him, she may not be used to this partner thing, but she liked it. Her thoughts were so opposite before Cameron, it is hard to remember how she felt and what she thought, it was as though not only Cameron was renewed, but her as well. Cameron smiled at Andrea¡¯s thoughts, he could sit here all day and listen to her. He swirled his finger up and down her arm seeing puppies and kittens in his head. Cameron was just about ready to doze off when the pictures stopped, her voice wasn¡¯t there either, there was nothing. Cameron looked down at Andrea and moved her head to the side a little so that he could see her. Sighing with relief, he realized that Andrea was asleep! He didn¡¯t believe how easily it was to get worried here on this planet! There were definitely advantages in the spirit world, he thought, continuing his finger up and down Andrea¡¯s arm. Not being able to have such emotions, like in the spirit world, was good and what he would state as easier¡­But then he realized the sweet emotions, like love, and decided that life was about all the emotions, not just the good or the bad. It was like an old part of his last human life was being renewed, as he continued to think about life and filling it up with as much as you can. Experiencing life and experiencing different emotions, different paths. Being happy and sad are two different things and both should be experienced. Being rich and being poor, again two different paths that should be experienced. Being honest, being dishonest¡­Everything! ¡­Like he being a spirit and human, he was able to do what¡­No one but he and Amillia has done! Oh¡­And Piet¡­ He was only one of two people that knew what it was like to be a spirit and to know that such things as emotions was both a blessing and curse! He knew that some kids that he had talked to before did shut out emotions, but not having them at all was something else entirely. He also felt like his existence meant more now that his emotions had returned to him¡­Now that he felt¡­Well, that¡¯s it isn¡¯t it¡­Emotions are feelings, which really is another way to experience life¡­ Volume 2, Chapter 9
¡°Miss Sage, the doctor is ready for you now.¡± A voice said, ¡°Right through this door please.¡± Cameron tapped lightly on Andrea¡¯s arm, then harder when she didn¡¯t stir. ¡°We can go in now.¡± Andrea got up and stretched, when she looked around to see faces looking at her, she remembered where she was and started walking with apology written on her face. ¡°Do not be sorry, you were not out long sweetheart.¡± Cameron said. Walking up through the psychic ward, they then made their way to the doctor¡¯s office and sat down. The doctor was silent for a moment, checking the computer, then turned herself towards her patients, ¡°Ok, nice to see you guys again. How are you feeling Andrea?¡± Andrea shrugged, ¡°Good actually, besides the fact that I seem to be able to sleep at the drop of a hat lately. Is that normal?¡± The doctor smiled, ¡°It¡¯s very common that woman would not only sleep more in the first trimester but also her last trimester. It does tend to vary, as we are not all the same but sleeping easily and more often is not something I would worry over needlessly. Now your test results have come back, and everything seems to be fine except your iron levels. I¡¯ve got a prescription for you to help you there and if you haven¡¯t already, I want you to get onto the prenatal tablets, they will also help. Now, I¡¯ll get you to do the usual, please.¡± Andrea took the cup that the doctor held out for her and stood up¡­The ¡®usual¡¯ was probably a pretty good thing to say about this particular process, Andrea thought. Once she was out of the room the doctor turned to Cameron, ¡°Is there any questions from you Cameron?¡± Cameron nodded once, ¡°Is there more I could do for her, of course I will try very hard that she will eat healthy and sleep well, but what about doing something else so that it is easier for her?¡± The doctor smiled again, ¡°It is also very common that the father¡¯s respond with this exact question, but unfortunately the best you can do is understand her mood swings, be there for when she cries and try to help her if she¡¯s angry. You obviously have the others under control, like eating and exercising. Don¡¯t bother yourself too much Cameron, she will need you often, especially when she is in third trimester and onwards. You won¡¯t even have enough time on your hands to worry when your child is born.¡± Cameron smiled, ¡°Thank you.¡± With that, the doctor turned back to the computer and said, ¡°No problem.¡± Cameron silently waited for Andrea, thinking how fathers have gone centuries wondering how they could help. With that in mind, he remembered a trip that he had once made to a transper, he had seen the vision of a female giving birth, with people around yelling. They had told her to push and he had felt himself puffing, as though he was the one giving birth and after a while, he found himself exhausted and nearly fainting. After a moment he looked back into the vision and saw that a child had been put in her arms and after the mother only a quick look, everything had gone black and that was the end¡­ Giving birth¡­ Why were humans created in a way that giving birth was so painful!? Cameron had somehow known that there was nothing else and had made the transper more comfortable before leaving that time¡­But now, remembering the short-lived mother figure leaving behind a small dependent child, made Cameron extra anxious and he quickly looked at the doctor and said, ¡°Are you sure? Are you sure that there¡¯s nothing more that I can do!? What¡­What is the ratio of a pregnant woman dying while giving birth in this age? You will have equipment, you will keep¡­¡± ¡°Cameron, calm down¡­¡± The doctor stated, putting her hands up, even ready to pat Cameron on the shoulder to help soothe him more, ¡°It¡¯s highly unlikely that Andrea will die, we will make sure that nothing happens to her but you¡­You need to calm down or she¡¯s going to know that you are panicking and is that going to help her? Uh?¡± The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Cameron blinked and took a deep breath and swallowed¡­ He lost his composure¡­Lost it¡­Completely! ¡°Thank you. I will not panic!¡± Cameron stated, nodding his head¡­To himself¡­ *** Amillia woke to her own words being yelled¡­ Sitting up, she saw that she was sweating and tried to remember what she had spoken. After another minute, she laid back down and closed her eyes, just about ready to drift off again, when she saw Piet and his black aura around him. She remembered now, she had yelled out ¡®No!¡¯ But what for she wasn¡¯t sure, laying there she tried to remember what it was that had woken her up, besides that of her own voice, why had she yelled it out? And why is it that it feels extremely important that she remembers!? Trying to get more comfortable, she realized that she can¡¯t remember¡­How silly it was to have dreams and not remember what they were! Turning to her other side, she huffed, thinking about dreams and their importance. How can they hold something of reason, something vital to man or spirit kind, and then not be able to remember what that reason was? How cruel humanity was! Amillia laughed, she may like certain people of this world, but it was hard to call it home. In the spirit realm, it felt like things were less¡­Complicated¡­ Why is it that humans had come to an age that living had so many dramas!? Perhaps it would be better if the humans hadn¡¯t advanced so rapidly and were still living in tents like that of what the Indians used to do! Bah¡­ Again, she sat up and decided that there was no more of a nap to happen today, she was already too much awake! Getting up out of bed wasn¡¯t tricky, it was staying on her feet that seemed to be harder than she thought, as she fell back onto the bed. The spirit world didn¡¯t have these things, she thought, we didn¡¯t sleep, didn¡¯t eat, didn¡¯t have to do much at all actually. In fact, she was sure that gravity was different here as well! But now getting out of bed seems to be difficult, just because of being tired. Amillia understood now why Connor liked shooting people on his TV. Perhaps it really did help get rid of some frustrations¡­ Finally getting out of the bedroom, she walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, she knew that she should eat something¡­Yet another thing that she was still trying to get used to and accept! Deciding on something easy, such as two-minute noddles, she put the pan on and went to the toilet. Again, as she sat there, she tried to imagine what it was that made her upset in her sleep. She saw Piet, saw his aura, yelled ¡®no¡¯ and woke up. Putting her memory down a notch, she tried to just picture Piet, it wasn¡¯t a very good picture, but she knew it was him. Without even thinking, his black aura went around him. Amillia was starting to get angry with herself, perhaps because she didn¡¯t understand¡­She even felt like she wasn¡¯t even able to do the simplest of things at the moment! Washing her hands, she thought of something different. She figured she would turn, and pretend Piet was there in front of her, so she turned and tried to imagine him. She felt herself walk towards him and want to touch him, words filled her head, the words of the spirits, and she knew it was her instincts. She held her breath and tried to stop walking. Her feet didn¡¯t stop, Amillia put down her heels more firmly and found herself stopping¡­With that, she also got Piet off her mind and closed her eyes. She thought of Connor and smiled, thought of Andrea and felt glad to be here and then thought of the unborn child inside of Andrea¡­ She saw the tiny spark inside of Andrea, it was so tiny that zooming in was compulsory. Amillia opened her eyes and looked sideways out of the door, not seeing anything, more so thinking. Why was it that she could see this child? Why did it spark, Andrea didn¡¯t spark, Cameron did, she did, but not Andrea, yet this tiny tiny child did! Amillia raised her eyebrows and thought, this child is half spirit and half human, no wonder its circulation was getting deprived. It needed that extra spiritual essence to continue. And so did her life on this planet, just like Cameron¡­They needed some type of spirit essence¡­ So that she could keep watch and see to this child¡¯s delivery is made with life instead of death, Amillia had to find out how to get this ¡®spirit¡¯ type essence without having to go back to the spirit world to get it¡­But¡­Isn¡¯t that just impossible!? Amillia ate slowly while searching the internet for something at all to help with cancer. She came up with transfers, maybe they could get a lung transfer or something, to gain some time or even live a long life. But then she thought they¡¯d have to go to hospital to get it done, nevertheless she wrote it down to bring up when all four of them were next together. Putting a big question mark beside her written word she also thought of the fact that the cancer could spread to multiple organs and that if it was such a great idea, doctors would have done it from stopping her dying the first time. Granted though, it had been a couple of years since then¡­Perhaps they had more of a chance to live now than they had beforehand¡­ Dammit though, she thought, can there really be so much change in just two years! It was so utterly useless! Spirits didn¡¯t have to worry about cancer! Amillia scribbled out the word and started to feel useless, why couldn¡¯t this happen in a time when a cure for cancer had been found and was easy to get to. Amillia turned off the computer and resolved that the best and easiest way for them not to die for the second time would be to duck in and out of the spirit world. If they were quick and teleported to and from, it should be fine¡­Right¡­ Amillia didn¡¯t want the others to think that she had just given up, so she picked up her pen and she decided on writing down ideas of how they could go to and from the spirit world without the problem that they may not be able to come back. Firstly, it was obvious on how to get there, but where was a safe place and how were they going to teleport directly to there? *** Volume 2, Chapter 10
Andrea was just leaving the bathroom, when suddenly hands went around her mouth and a whisper came over her ears, ¡°I will hurt this child of yours if you don¡¯t do what I say. Understand?¡± Andrea nodded, through fear, and said nothing, then he took her hand and removed his other hand from her mouth. Walking towards the floor exit, Andrea tried to see who was stealing her away but only saw the back of him, thinking it was male, simply because of the short hair. His hold on her hand was hard and strong and Andrea was worried that if she were to scream, he would just do something fast and easy, like turn and stab her. She was silent and followed to the elevator and when she finally looked up to see her kidnapper, she saw Piet. ¡°Piet?¡± She stammered. ¡°Yes, now be quiet, we¡¯ll be out soon.¡± He whispered back, having others inside the elevator. Ground floor came before she could think about what to do to help herself with this situation and Piet nudged her towards the front of the hospital. Andrea knew that she would have more hope with getting help here in the hospital, to anywhere outside, so that if she was going to do something, it had to be now! Andrea turned her head towards her left and then right, she saw some kind of uniformed man. But just as she was about to yell out for help, she was pulled closer to the front, near the doors, and then black light blinded her. Andrea had run out of time¡­She wasn¡¯t in the hospital anymore¡­ Looking around, she saw that she was at Roma Street Parklands and was being led towards a car parked not too far away. ¡°Let me go!¡± Was all she could say. Andrea wasn¡¯t sure what line she should try to cross, it being her child that was the one on death row. Should she hit, kick? Should she scream and just sit down like a child on a tantrum? ¡°Honey, it¡¯s alright, now get in the car!¡± He stated. His words and how they had been said stunned her and confused her, and she stood there dumbfounded. With that he pushed her a bit and forced her in the back of the car, hitting her head in the process. Andrea put her hand up to her head after he shut the door. Thinking fast, Andrea pulled at the car door and it didn¡¯t open. She scurried to the other side of the car and tried the handle. Piet was in the car by now and he turned to look at her, ¡°Not ganna work. Now come on, don¡¯t you remember me? At all?¡± Andrea narrowed her eyes and looked at him confused, ¡°Wider Searchers, the garden¡­?¡± Piet shook his head, ¡°It¡¯s alright darling, you¡¯ll get it all coming back to you soon. Well done by the way. Waiting for you all this time has been worth it, seems to be going all to plan.¡± The car was going now, and he was driving, Andrea wasn¡¯t watching where, but she did find her voice again, ¡°What are you talking about? Where are you taking me?¡± Andrea looked at the passenger chair, then at Piet¡¯s head. Finding nothing to hit his head with, she thought maybe that her bare strength would be enough. While she was planning on it, she heard his response, ¡°Does the name Setharyan mean anything to you?¡± Andrea shook her head, closing her eyes. She knew what she had to do, she had to hit him hard enough to give her enough time to get out of the passenger side door¡­Which meant that she had to climb into the front of the car. ¡°What about Elitress?¡± Piet asked, watching her. They were at a traffic light now, and Andrea tried hard not to let on about her potential escape. ¡°No, nothing is ringing any bells.¡± ¡°Well¡­All in good time. Now, don¡¯t you think that I¡¯ve already thought about that? Have a look, there¡¯s a knife on the dashboard, pretty easy to get to, well for me anyway. You do something and well hey, I¡¯ll leave it up to your imagination.¡± Piet seemed to be enjoying himself¡­ Andrea sat back, she looked around, but they were already somewhere she wasn¡¯t sure of. Closing her eyes, she pictured Cameron waiting for her, he was probably wondering why she was taking so long in the bathroom back at the hospital. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Andrea opened her eyes, remembering that she had dropped the full container before Piet had taken her. Cameron would be beside himself knowing the potential danger already on their child¡¯s life. Putting her hands through her hair she started to feel useless and finally stressed to a point where she knew there wasn¡¯t much that she could do. ¡°Don¡¯t stress darling, it¡¯s not good for the baby. We need that thing to be born remember. That or¡­¡± He said turning into a dark street and parked on the side of the road. Andrea felt ashamed, she could have screamed in the hospital, but he had bluffed her! But what did he mean by that anyway? That they needed the child? ¡°Why?¡± He got out of the car and opened the car door for her. She went to punch him, but he grabbed her hand. Smiling he lent closer to her, ¡°Mmm I¡¯ve missed you.¡± Andrea spat at him, ¡°You fake, twisted bastard!¡± His laughter made her angrier, he grabbed her other hand and moved closer again. He licked the side of her face and laughed. Andrea knew she needed to get tougher, that or she was going to cry, ¡°So that story you told us, it was all fake!?¡± Piet smirked and stared at her. After a couple of seconds, he shrugged, obviously not caring whether she got it right or not. ¡°Where have you taken me?¡± She asked, lifting her head up slightly. ¡°Place doesn¡¯t matter, you know what matters?¡± He said, closing the car door but still holding her hand. ¡°Time. Time is of the essence darling. Time, time, time.¡± Walking down the road, Andrea looked back at the car left behind. She thought that they would go into the house or something, but it looked like they were going by foot now to wherever he was leading her. ¡°Time? Time for what?¡± Her voice was trembling, Andrea breathed a deep breath in to try and shake it off. Piet turned, to go down another road, and Andrea was forced to speed up her walk. Piet looked around quickly and started to run, Andrea pulled on his arm, trying to slow him down, but she was forced to follow. A brick wall was in front of them, and Andrea looked from the wall, to Piet, and started to panic, ¡°Piet?!¡± She saw him put out his hand and close his eyes. She looked at the brick wall, only metres away now, and also closed her eyes but couldn¡¯t help but let out a small shriek and brace herself for impact! After a few seconds Piet stopped, and Andrea fell off something. Opening her eyes, she saw Piet above her, looking down at her, but he was still holding her hand though. Andrea looked around, seeing nothing, and she frantically looked back at Piet, and said, ¡°Help me!¡± Piet didn¡¯t look at all worried, ¡°Help you uh? Ok.¡± He let her go and she felt like she was falling, except she didn¡¯t move from where Piet was. There was nothing to hold onto or stand upon. It was a place of nothing. Her body looked as though it was lit up by a light, but when she looked around, she saw pitch black everywhere else. It looked like a movie nightmare and it gave Andrea the chills. His laughter started to make things more certain that she was trapped, that now, there was absolutely nothing that she can do! ¡°I¡¯ll just leave you be for a bit, then maybe we¡¯ll talk.¡± He sent out an air kiss and smiled, ¡°Looking forward to it!¡± And he disappeared¡­ *** Cameron knocked hastily and hard for the second time on Connor¡¯s front door. ¡­Silence on the phone, silence now at his house, Cameron was fretting so much that he backed up, ready to barge down the door! He was just about to take the first step when he heard a faint noise from inside, ¡°Connor?¡± Cameron went up to the door and yelled, ¡°Amillia, open the door!¡± ¡°Urgh, oh man, ok coming.¡± Cameron started to jump on his feet in frustration as he waited. He sighed and started to pace and finally the door opened slightly, and he rushed in. He saw nothing and turned around to see Amillia on the floor next to the door. She was sweating and looked really pale. Cameron knelt down beside her, thinking that things did not look good for more then just him at the moment¡­ What was going on!? ¡°Are you alright Amillia?¡± Amillia opened her eyes and weakly said, ¡°I¡­I was just trying to think about ways to¡­When I fell. Extreme agony and oh man, my head hurts!¡± Cameron helped her up and sat her onto the recliner. ¡°Andrea is missing. She went to go to toilet, and she must have been taken as she got out because she dropped the container.¡± Amillia interrupted him, wide eyed, ¡°Andrea¡¯s gone?¡± Cameron looked at her, wondering if the bigger problem was Andrea or Amillia, ¡°Are you ok? You look like you¡¯ve seen a ghost.¡± Amillia looked past him, ¡°Something has changed, I feel like I¡¯ve lost something.¡± Cameron stood up and paced, ¡°Tell me about it, I cannot even teleport to her, she does not have a connection at the moment. It is as though she is off the edge of the planet!¡± Amillia closed her eyes, ¡°Please stop pacing Cameron, when was she taken?¡± He stopped and nearly yelled at her, ¡°About an hour ago, Amillia¡­She¡¯s gone! What do I do?¡± ¡°Oh.¡± Was all she said, making him turn and stare at her like she had lost her mind. Amillia put her hand to her head and said, ¡°I¡¯d say I was somehow connected to it. Although I haven¡¯t had my eye on the time.¡± ¡°What? What do you mean connected? You knew¡­Without knowing, that this was happening?¡± Cameron knelt down to see her eye to eye. ¡°Are you sure? May it have been the cancer talking? Making you unwell?¡± Amillia sat back, still holding her head in her hand, and said, ¡°Something weird went down Cameron. I felt it.¡± Cameron stood up and put his hands up in the air, ¡°It still does not get us any closer on bringing Andrea back here Amillia! I¡¯m going to call Connor again.¡± Amillia asked for a glass of water and while Cameron got one for her he tried Connor¡¯s cell and again got his message bank. Hanging up in frustration, Cameron walked to the loundroom and gave Amillia the water. ¡°I¡¯m afflicted here Amillia, is there any kind of information you can give me that would help me find Andrea right now!?¡± Amillia moaned and had a sip of water, ¡°I can¡¯t see anything at the moment,¡± Looking up at Cameron, she then yelled at him, ¡°Because my head is thumping!¡± Cameron sighed, ¡°I am sorry. I just cannot bear the fact that Andrea may be hurt or injured somewhere.¡± Amillia removed her hand from her head, ¡°What about the police?¡± ¡°They said it was too early to report her missing, but they were going to investigate the tapes from the hospital floor. It just sounded like they weren¡¯t in a rush to do so¡­¡± Cameron closed his eyes, picturing Andrea getting taken from the hospital, getting pulled along¡­ Did she struggle or scream, he thought, where did they go so quickly that he couldn¡¯t even teleport to her? What was happening!?