Episode 35: MOuRNING gLory

Souillon House!

A cast of youthful if not old ghosts were happy to see Erin Parrish and Kyra Whimsey pull through the iron gates of their home. After a stressful night of worrying that their new mistress might not return to them it was like old times, just they to keep the ancestral home tidy. At least now they had a television to keep them entertained. Scooby Doo to the rescue!

The protective sigils spread out around the property remained intact during the whole Baphomet drama. At least the ghosts within including Genevieve Souillon were safe from having their spirits funneled to hell by the vibratory lure of Lilith’s evil. What troubled them most was Genevieve herself going silent and simply staring into space. No late-night piano recitals or screams of anguish. It was ... too peaceful. The boys didn’t know what to make of it all. Even poor Earl up in the attic seemed to settle down, of course, he had his coloring book to keep him company.

Parking outside Erin sat in her Land Rover with Scooby Ben filling her dad in on the wondrous world she had ventured to. Ben was in awe of time travel of course, but as long as his daughter came home safely that journey was like a trip to Oz. With Kyra shutting off her engine and the Montoya clan, minus Rico, silent, still recovering on their own troubles of once again losing a loved one in baby Serena it was a long ride home.

Mother Rosalita occupying her daughter Isabel’s body found her white star tattoo comforting. While it no longer glowed or seem to suck in souls from the graveyard the new addition to her body made even Izzy smile. It was as if William was now with her always. He was waiting on the front porch for her, yet she had her mother to contend with at the moment.

“Mother?”

“Yes?”

“We will get through this.”

“Will we Isabel? I entered your body in hopes to understand why Serena vanished from within you. I have no answers.”

“I know how you feel, Mom. Even though I carried Serena like ... a surrogate ... I felt her love. I just don’t know what could have happened. Maybe, and I know it sounds crazy but ... my star is white ... that must mean purity, does it not? What if Serena left me for Heaven? Perhaps my star does the opposite of Abigail’s. At the very least if this is to be the case, Serena is in good hands.”

“I wish this were true. Yes, your guess has merit. Yes, if Serena is in Heaven, I am most grateful. After I lost her back on the island, I think now it was God’s way of telling me to let her go. He gave Serena and I a brief moment of physical love between mother and baby. The wings I grew perhaps a good omen of Serena’s future. I felt so invincible as an angel, yet now, here I am, back as a weeping spirit. I know I died here, that this is my true reality. You and Rico need me. I believe this is why I remain.”

“Well, I for one am very happy you are still with us. I love you, Mumma!”

“As I you Isabel. I will let you visit your William now. Come, I will walk you to the edge of the porch until I can go no further. William can greet you and keep your body from losing its control once I am away. Get some rest.”

“You, too.”

“I am always at rest Hija!”

Izzy opened her passenger side door at the same time Kyra did her driver’s door. Parting, Kyra met with Erin and Scooby Ben while Izzy stepped up to the porch to seek out William. Since his mark upon her she could see her new man’s true form, he was so very handsome. Thanking her mother for walking her to her prom date if you will, Rosalita stepped out of her daughter and took a walk around the yard. Scooby Ben feeling empathy led Ben Parrish to go along as a caring friend.

“Did we really stop Armageddon?” Kyra was tired and still shaking over it all. Hugging to each other’s side in the early morning chill, it was nice to feel sunlight again.

“Not Armageddon! I think it was more of a hiccup before the big day. We managed the impossible but it’s not over. I don’t think even sealing Lilith up on that island or dumping that wand into the Black Sea changed the future that much. All we did was exorcise Ewing Lambert and save a few lost souls at Thorn Briar cemetery. Nothing will ever be the same. All we can do is cope and jumpstart our lives where we left off.”

“We have our arm sigils back. Should we lick them and say good morning to the boys?”

“Not yet! I kind of like the birds singing for once. Even if they’re few and far between.” Erin peered out toward the main road. “Most of them are outside the sigil barrier. Very few animals dare to enter the grounds. If you’ve noticed the wildlife is minimal around here. Still around, just not as thriving as they could be. They sense the darkness around this place; some are just braver than others.”

“Like that lynx Vienna adopted.”

“Exactly! Anyway, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep much today. We have things to figure out before I can feel the necessity of tuning out the world.” She heard the squeaking of brakes out on the main road. “Starting with this. Why don’t you go make us some breakfast, I’ll work with Rico.”

Nodding Kyra kissed Erin on the cheek then stepped away, moving around Isabel and William holding hands. It seemed Izzy was fine as long as he held her. Her shell form without Rico up close was hanging in there with just touch. No inhabitation required, at least for now. It was nice to be herself.

Walking out to the main gravel path up to the house Erin Parrish watched the Shepard’s black van and trailer driving through the front gates. She expected the sigils might object to it and the van come to a jolt, but no. Rico was actually able to bring it home where no one could toy with the unknown. The stone wall within the trailer was just too dangerous to be left in the hands of the naive who might somehow activate its portal.

Without Truman and the Demigod, Erin still struggled with that concept. Did that make Herakles truly the son of Zeus or was there a better explanation? She was always taught the theory of the One true God. The rest were merely made up, at least she thought so until meeting the immortal. With he and Truman taking off for parts unknown she simply chalked it up to her bucket list of things she needed to rectify somehow.

The van weaving on the path concerned Erin. Seeing Rico arguing with himself through the windshield she just knew it had to be Vienna Edwards messing with him. Inhabiting Rico on the way home it was a safe bet her ghostly hormones were all over her host body.

Erin had to question who was really doing the driving. Even more Rico had no driver’s license due to his DUI accident. Luckily, the Belltower cops were generous enough to turn the other cheek just to avoid the hassle of the van and trailer.

Captain Fiona Waddle had her mind wiped of the events and went on home, but Dreyfus Bodine and Angela Dare were still privy to the dark side. Eerie Barker and the Flynn’s as well. Jana Stone and her mother Brimley back at their house for now in Belltower, things were feeling less stressful. Motioning Rico to stop on the path he braked and awaited her to walk out to him. Window down, music jamming metal he silenced the soundwaves.

“Shepard has a killer stereo in this rig.”

“Need I remind you he himself was a killer?”

“Right! Dammit, Vienna!” Rico peered down at his lap with gnashing teeth. Erin leaning over the windowsill glanced at his crotch, his dick was out of his jeans and standing tall, bobbing about by itself. “She won’t stop jerking me off. I’ve nutted three times since I left the cemetery. I kept my hands on the wheel I swear.” One at least!

Snarling Rico’s urethra spat up threads of cum that spilled over onto his lap. Erin had to cock an eyebrow. As long as Vienna inhabited his body her ghost had enough substance to get a grip on him. Merely looking at his fine ass cock even Erin struggled. Gemma still fused to her clitoris was complicating her hormonal urges. Already a nympho by human nature Gemma amplified her lust tenfold. Hell, a hundredfold! It was all she could do not to open this door and crawl onto Rico herself. Pushing away from the windowsill Erin lost her shit.

“HEY! I thought you were going to start behaving. OUT! NOW YOUNG LADY!”

“Awww, maaan!” Vienna spoke through Rico. “He liked it. Don’t let him tell you differently.” Vienna Edward’s ghost vacated the nineteen-year-old boy leaving him panting. “Why can’t my sigils keep her from taking me on rides like that? Now I feel as if I cheated on Portia.”

“Yeah, we need to discuss Portia more but that can come later. We need this rig out of sight but honestly with as dangerous as that trailer is I don’t want the boys getting curious and going in there tampering with that portal.”

“They can’t step into the back yard. The house can hide it from the main road.”

“Put your pecker away please. I can smell your nut way over here. My hormones are astronomic now with what I endured. I need you to put me in my place if I get frisky toward you.”

“Frisky? Not you too!” Not that she wasn’t a fantasy, she was. Fucking her would be amazing if he weren’t with Portia Ramirez now, or at least they were talking about being a family. His head was all messed up.

“Trust me I’ll be fighting these urges. The back yard is best but even then, I worry about the slaves. Now that I know they can come up to the house out back they might even invade the trailer. I guess we really have no choice, park it out by the shed. I know you’re beat but I want you to hook up the garden hose and clean up the lamb’s blood all over the floor. DO NOT TOUCH THE STONE WALL!”

“How is there a stone wall in the trailer anyway? Anything that big should tear up the suspension on this van. Although, this rig is built heavy duty. Makes you wonder where the Shepard got this thing.”

“Good point!”

Erin moved to the windshield and spotted the VIN numbers then took a picture of it with her cell. “I’ll have Angela run the VIN and see if it shows not just Herman as the owner but where the van originated. Might be interesting to see what info we can track down on him. If he’s immortal that means he must have had some sort of life beyond just being a Baphomet. Now that I kind of altered history, I’m stunned this boat even exists. Anyway, clean the blood up then back the trailer doors up to the biggest tree trunk you can find to prevent anyone physically getting in. Let’s hope the ghosts don’t phase through the metal walls. Hold up a sec.”

Seeing rubber gloves floating in air nearby Erin whistled and waved the boy over. It ended up being Amos. “Hey, baby boy. Momma has missed you. I need you to try something for me, okay?” Thumbs up yes! “Touch the trailer wall for me.” She led him to the halfway point then patted the metal herself. “Right here Amos. See if you can pass through it.”

She suspected he could after considering that Rosalita did it back at the graveyard. Vivian and Truman were astral bodies so still living. Rosa wasn’t! Of course, she and they did solidify upon crossing the tailgate. If the backing it up to the tree prevented access no ghost would harden into human form again. Amos touching the side of the trailer met with failure. A thumbs down.

“So, the ghosts can’t phase through the shell. That’s promising at least.” She told Rico leering back at her over the windowsill. “Okay Rico. Let’s park this bad boy.” She walked ahead of him with Amos until Amos could not go any further. Rico seeing Erin’s ass cheeks ended up rubbing his crotch of his own volition. Guilty or not, as long as he never hit that ass, he felt Portia would never hold it against him. A guy would always fantasize!

Guiding Rico in backing up into the yard Erin heard distant drums. Wincing over it he knew the natives were restless. “Huh! First instinct, I thought those beats were slaves showing off that they could still cast a racket over the airwaves. Listening closer those sound more ... native American. Great! Now I’m dealing with tribal spirits? Yep! Fiona is going to have to let me meet the tribal elder. I need a history lesson on even the indigenous folk around here. It never occurred to me that maybe the ghosts all shared the property. I swear there’s no end to this madness.” Halting Rico to park where she knew her garden hoses would reach; he shut the Shepard’s van down. Hopping out Rico also heard the drums, although they were fading.

“Pow Wow?”

“Sooner or later. Not now though. Go grab some buckets from the shed there, the DeVore’s or whomever lived here prior to them left three old buckets. I’ll go grab some bleach so we can cleanse the floor. I’ll help you.” Agreeing, he sprinted to the shed and hooked up the hose while Erin went indoors through the back porch. Smelling sausage Erin swiped a patty from a plate as Kyra cooked. “Mmm! I was starving! All that sex back in the day depleted my resources.”

“So, you scissored Gemma.”

“I did! I had no choice at first, but she got into it. Having a huge dick or not, Gemma was fun while it lasted. I just wish that I could have saved her.” A tingle over her clit she smiled. “I think in a way I did.” She pulled up her shirt and found her stone glowing blue. Kyra eying it sighed over the infusion.

“You stuck with her down there?”

“I believe so. At least I’ll never lose her like I could have on that string I had her on originally. I wonder how she got into this stone after bursting into flame.” She had missed the ember still on the altar back on Arias Island. How that cooled ember ended up in Afghanistan was another story.

“Eggs?” Kyra slid two sunny side up eggs onto a plate next to the stove top. Erin greedily took the plate and sprinkled pepper on it. Wolfing them down with another sausage and dousing the flame with milk she was good to go.

“Compliments to the chef. I’m going back out to help Rico clean up.” She mouthed the words trailer rather than speak it aloud. Too many ghosts nearby which she didn’t want to know of the interior. “Where’s our bleach?”

“Upstairs bathroom where William was cleaning before all this stuff happened.”

“Oh, yeah! I need to change anyway.”

Leaving the kitchen, she entered the living room where a good number of the boys now that things were back to routine were watching TV. “Scooby Doo again? I swear it’s either Scoob or Ghost Hunter’s. You should try Sex in the City. No, scratch that!”

Just mentioning the word sex her pussy ached. Wincing at the boys she had to force herself to shut up or invite them upstairs for a quicky. Groaning over her throbbing clitoris she ran up the stairs and started down the hall. Seeing gloves standing guard outside the music room door Erin paused to look at the name on the glove. “Beau? Is everything alright?” He simply shrugged by the look of his hand motions. “Is Genevieve, okay?” He pointed at the door. “Kyra said she physically saw Genevieve by using her forearm sigil. Maybe it’s time I ... no, I have too much to do at the moment.”

Stepping to the door Erin knocked. “Genevieve? I’m home. Whether you want me here or not. Can we talk later tonight?” Nothing! Fidgeting she went ahead and opened the door. Stepping inside she looked around for gloves but found none. “Hmm? No inside guard.” Licking her sigil, she expected Genevieve to turn solid and bask in blue light. Not a soul in sight. Pondering if her sigil was working, she looked back at a very blue Beau who stood there watching Erin with a sad look.

“Beau? You said she was in here. Where did she go?” Another shrug he had no answers. “Why are you guarding an empty room? You want to believe she’s still in here, don’t you.” A single piano key pinged alerting her. “So, you are in here. Why can’t I see you if Kyra can? Unless... “ Thoughts only from there on.

“Unless maybe something altered things here. Her ancestor was on that island. Did her fate ... wait! She would have had to have survived for Genevieve to have existed. All of the women on the island were virgins so their ancestors lived. I guess the ladies must have all survived now that I think about it. Angela Dare hasn’t faded away. The Lambert’s still exist. Boggles the mind! Well, good for them I suppose.” Voice rising, she continued!”

Genevieve? Mrs. DeVore passed away last night. Do you remember her?” Ping! Ping! “Is that a yes?” Ping! Ping! “Aww! We’re establishing communication. I hope we can talk soon.” Ping! Ping! Erin did notice something in the contacts. “She’s only using the ebony keys. Wait! Dark keys? Darkey?” There could be so many interpretations of Genevieve’s word. Like Kyra’s suspicion of Darkevil! Angela Dare as in Dare Key! Who knows how many other options were hiding. Interesting note, however.

“Okay! I have things to do. Play us something relaxing okay.” She left the room and closed the door. A second later a beautiful sonata played. “She’s really talented. Hang in there, Beau.” She patted his muscular arm then felt her clit go crazy. To her bedroom she hurried! Door shut she leaned back into it and mumbled, “Oh, fuck! This updated hormone situation is going to be hell.” Resisting her own fingers, she went to find some fresh clothing. Deodorant too!