Order of the Dragon
Excerpt #2
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Melody watched Brock
open the hatch on the Bronco and quickly made her way over to him, placed her
hand on his forearm. When his eyes met hers she shook her head.
“You really don’t want
us to film it?” He frowned against the bright sun that was making sporadic
appearances between the dark clouds.
His breath sent large
puffs out in front of his face. The temperature had dropped significantly since
the day before.
“I told you… We aren’t
interested in being filmed. We just need your help getting rid of whatever is
causing trouble.” Melody said softly around her thick red scarf. “Something
just doesn’t feel right.” She admitted.
“Okay.” Brock looked at
Bastian to confirm their agreement. “We’re taking them later, though. For
evidentiary purposes. You said you weren’t sure if it was demonic or not.” He
said with finality.
Melody nodded but said
nothing. She was unnerved by being so close to the cemetery. It always seemed
to resonate within her, like waves of heat moving through her. She couldn’t put
up a block, because then they wouldn’t be able to make contact. Instead she
stayed quiet, reserved her energy for when it was important. It was risky to
even be here.
The sun moved behind a
dense cloud and the air instantly chilled. A soft breeze whispered through the
trees, lifting some of Melody’s hair. She tugged her hat down around her ears
and hugged herself, followed the three men toward the small natural archway. It
was made of blackberry branches, they were dark and bare for the winter.
Another sort of vine was woven through it and Melody recalled how beautiful the
white flowers had looked against the vibrant green in July. Blackberries had
the sweetest fragrance, even now in fall there was a hint of them perfuming the
air.
“Okay.” Corbin said,
all of his blocks were up and his energy was high, Melody walked closer to him,
let the waves of his tranquil thoughts comfort her. “This is where it started.
We came here after they rearranged the stones, cleaned them up and made it look
nice and pretty in here.”
Brock was following
them, glancing at some of the stones as they passed. There were only about a
baker’s dozen of them.
“Why were you here?”
Bastian asked.
“We had our grandmother
laid here.” Corbin said softly and Bastian visibly blanched.
“Sorry.” He said,
looking at Melody.
She gave him a tight
lipped smile, her dimples flickering.
“This is where you saw
the spirit of the woman you think attached to you?” Brock asked.
“Yes.” Melody said
softly. “I think this is where she’s buried.”
“Who?” Bastian asked.
“The woman or the child?”
Melody looked over at
Bastian, studied his face. “I’m not sure.” She said before looking back at her
brother. “Neither of them are here. Her child was, but when we came back and it
was cleaned up, the headstone that had a child’s dates of birth and death, was
gone. It was crumbling away to nothingness anyway. I’ve only ever seen the
woman as an apparition.”
“What’s the woman’s
name?” Brock asked, studying a tall dark headstone with the name Bleakman
carved into the bottom.
“We think it’s Persephone.
But we aren’t sure.” Melody said and Brock nodded. “She was a prostitute at The
Lodge when it was a brothel.”
He walked around the
tiny cemetery for nearly forty minutes as she spoke. He listened quietly as she
told him about what she’d uncovered about The Lodge’s history. When she’d
finished he stared at the sky for what seemed like an eternity before turning
to look at Melody. His eyes were glassy, his jaw working as if he were trying
to process something.
“What is it?” She said
quickly, her hands held up to him, but hovering at a safe distance.
If she touched him with
her blocks down, it might be painful to receive whatever he’d picked up on. It
was best to keep physical contact to a bare minimum.
“I’m not sure.” He
said, he was being honest.
Melody wondered if he
was aware of his abilities, if he knew that he too had been born an Empath.
“Not born.” Bastian
suddenly said from behind her.
Melody spun on him,
looked him over with her mouth turned down.
“I’m sorry,” Bastian
said, “Sometimes I can’t help it.”
Melody nodded, hugged herself
tighter as another frigid breeze whipped around them. “Are you sure?”
“No. But he never had
any experiences before…”
“Shut up about things
you don’t understand.” Brock said suddenly, his voice dark and menacing.
Melody whirled around
as he broodingly made his way past them, frozen leaves crunched beneath his
feet. She wanted to go after him but Corbin caught her elbow.
“I’m sorry bro.”
Bastian said, patting his brother on the shoulder twice when he’d caught up to
him.
They silently headed
back to the car and piled in. Corbin directed Bastian to The Lodge, which was
only a street down and two over. Brock was staring at Melody the entire drive,
but she kept her head turned to the window until Bastian parked. She was
concentrating desperately on the passing scenery, but Brock’s thoughts were so
loud.
She saw herself
kneeling, folded forward on cold cement, his hands around her neck, lifting her
jaw and holding it high as he caressed her thighs, her ass.
Melody’s insides
clenched deliciously, her cheeks flushed and she pressed her cool fingers to
them as the engine clicked and sighed. She swore she heard Brock chuckle from
behind her.
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