Ghostly Realm - Not Even Death Could Separate Them (4 page)

She opened her phone and put it up to her ear. “Hello?” She said in a slightly irritated voice. She rolled her eyes at the annoying interruption but Devon gave her a little smile as if to say
it’s okay.

“Oh, hello Mark.” Abigail said curtly into the phone. She leaned forward and picked up her tea cup and took a sip.

Devon watched her mouth as she sipped on her tea and talked into the phone. He was fascinated by how her lips moved. He would glimpse her pretty teeth as she talked. He didn’t know why he thought it was sexy but he did.

“No, you’re not interrupting anything. What do you want? I thought I made it clear last night that it was over?” She said.

Devon reached over and picked up a strand of her long hair off her shoulder and brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes and tried to identify the smell.
Strawberries? Raspberries?
He thought. “Abby smells like strawberries!” Devon whispered with a big smile.

Abigail turned her head and looked at Devon and almost burst out laughing at the almost comical expression on his face. She batted his hand away and he let go of her hair and she put on a fake frown.
Oh, please!
She thought as she pretended to be mad at him.

“Oh, sorry, what were you saying?” She said into the phone. She grew a serious tone. “Mark, it’s over. We’re just not meant for each other. You know it and I know it. So, let’s not make this hard okay?” She said with finality. There was a long pause and then she said. “Okay Mark. You take care. Goodbye.” She closed the cell phone shut and sat it beside her on the couch.

“Well, that’s that then.” Abigail said as she looked at Devon.

Devon took her hand in his and held it gently. “It was his loss Abby.”
Devon pulled her onto his lap and cradled her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes, his loss.” He murmured seductively as he pulled her up close to his chest so that her face was right up against his, her breasts pressed into his firm muscular chest. Her fingers reached up and played in his long black hair and it sent shivers down his spine. They gazed into each others eyes for a brief second and then Devon pressed his lips to hers in hunger and they both closed their eyes, letting go of their newfound feelings.

Devon couldn’t get enough of her intoxicating mouth. He ran his tongue over her plump lips and she opened her mouth to invite his tongue inside.
I love you, Dev.
He heard her thought and he deepened his kiss, trying to convey his love to her with his loving touch. Devon groaned as he felt her body undulate sensuously against his hardening body as his hands caressed her. He caressed her thighs and smoothly brought his hand to the juncture between her legs and rubbed her there through her jeans. They both groaned as their passion soared higher and higher. Suddenly, he scooped her up more fully into his arms and stood up.

He lifted his mouth from hers and gazed into her seductive glowing violet eyes and saw love reflected in them...for him. “I love you too Abby.” He said passionately as he carried her down the hall and into her bedroom.

A single candle was glowing on her night stand, it’s seductive aroma felt like the shade of her beautiful eyes, lavender violet. He couldn’t stop gazing into her soft and gorgeous eyes. He sat her down on the bed and lifted her cashmere sweater up and over her head and he tossed it on the floor. She reached behind her to unfasten her bra as he stood up straight and removed his own clothes. They both felt the excited urgency of what was about to happen as she stood up and took her jeans and panties off, then she kicked her shoes off. She laid back on the bed , her long blonde hair fanned out around her head. Devon looked down briefly to behold her beautiful nude body.

“Dev.” She whispered in longing as she held her arms out to him.

The seductive whisper of his name brought emotional tears to his eyes. He’d never felt so needed or loved before. He lowered his body to hers and their hot steamy flesh fused together as she wrapped her strong legs around him tightly. He let her caress the sides of his face and wipe away a tear as their loving gazes fused and connected as fiercely as their bodies did, their eyes naked with emotion. “Abby, my Abby.” He cried out softly and passionately as he thrust up deep inside her and lowered his hungry mouth down to hers again and drank of her intoxicating essence.

They rolled together over on the bed and she ended up on top of Devon as he thrust up inside her deeper and deeper, carrying them to the heights of ecstasy. She broke off the kiss as she found it hard to breath and sat up straight on top of him, impaled completely. Each thrust felt like her heart was being pierced too and the exquisite feeling rushed through her body like hot molten lava, making her feel like she was melting into him.

Their eyes locked together as she gazed down at him and Devon ran his big strong hands over her curvy hips and moved them around to the front of her to cup her soft full heaving breasts. He squeezed them and massaged them as her body moved in perfect rhythm to their pounding heartbeats. Her soft whimpers of pure joy was music to his ears.

Oh Dev!
Her mind cried out in passion.

Devon growled fiercely and his upper body sat up and he embraced her fully as she rocked herself on him, taking her pleasure as he thrust more powerfully. She gripped his hair and pulled it passionately as he wrapped his arms around her fiercely. Their mouths fused together again as they both exploded, becoming one as their bodies grew rigid then slowly descended back down to earth. Their bond so beautiful and ethereal that they felt they ascended to the heavens and back.

Abigail collapsed on Devon’s chest, both of them sated and complete.

Devon’s hands brushed her long damp hair away from her face and he brought a thick strand to his nose and inhaled the scent of strawberries. He took her head in his big hands and lifted it off his chest and kissed her again, savoring the smell and taste of her.

Abigail took his bottom lip between her teeth and playfully tugged as she sensuously purred like a kitten. “I must be dreaming.” She suckled his bottom lip as she murmured and he deepened the kiss again as he rolled their bodies again so they were on their sides facing each other.

Devon reached out to move Abigail’s damp hair from her face again and looked into her beautiful eyes. Their legs entwined and she snuggled closer in his arms smiling. “If this is a dream, it’s one hell of a dream!” He said huskily as he grinned boyishly.

Devon raised himself up on one elbow and looked down at Abigail, his hand caressed her beautiful face tenderly. His fingers and eyes drank in her pretty little nose, her passionate luscious mouth then he gazed hotly into her eyes again and whispered, “I don’t feel like a ghost. You’ve made me feel like a man again.” He lowered his mouth down to hers again and basked in another soul shattering kiss. He realized in that moment that no matter what their future held, she would always be by his side forever.

A short time later, Abigail and Devon went into the living room and sat together on the couch and talked. They both felt a happiness that neither of them could explain but were both happy they felt it.

Devon had just put another log on the fire and sat back down on the couch and put his arm around Abigail and she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Dev, will you tell me about your brother now?” She asked him.

Devon kissed her soft lips when she tilted her face up to his.“Okay Abby.” He said. “My brother Eric and I are half brothers. We share the same father but we have different mothers. I didn’t even know of my brother Eric’s existence or that I was my fathers bastard son until my father lay dying on his deathbed when I was twenty years old.” Devon began.

“My father was from Norway and was a viking Lord of a castle but he traveled all over the world on his pirate ship and was rarely there. That’s how he made his fortune. It was on his death bed that he told me that he had a wife named Lynessa and a son named Eric who lived in Norway.”

Abigail sat transfixed with fascination as Devon told his story.

“My mother and father fell in love when they met in New Orleans and he got her with child, me. She would tell me stories of my father when I was growing up and I knew him as a fierce yet kind and loving man. He procured a little cottage for my mother on the outskirts of New Orleans and even when he wasn’t around, he made sure that her and I were taken care of financially.”

Devon stood up and walked over to the little table against the wall and poured himself a cup of hot tea that Abigail had made. Her eyes followed him to the table and she smiled as he poured the tea with his powerful hands and remembered how they felt on her body and she felt herself blush.

Abigail cleared her throat. “Did you see your father often when you were a boy?” She asked.

Devon walked back to the couch and sat down and took a sip of tea. He placed the cup on his thigh and continued. “Whenever he had business in New Orleans every year, he would spend about a month with me and my mother. The year I was twelve, my mother died of consumption. I was alone for nearly a year before my father came back to visit. He didn’t want to leave me there alone so he took me with him.”Devon chuckled. “Boy, did I grow up fast!” He said as he remembered fondly the adventures he had with his father.

Abigail took a sip of her tea and remained quiet as she rested her cup on her thigh again.

“Mind you, I had never been on a ship before. I had only dreamed of someday being a pirate like my father. I would wander down to the docks even as a young boy and watch the men work unloading ships. I would beg for work and most of the time I’d get paid a coin to help unload crates or do whatever they needed. But anyway, even though I was grieved when my mother died, I was also excited that my father loved and cared about me enough to take me with him. He could have easily abandoned me but he didn’t.” Devon said proudly as thoughts of his father filled his voice with emotion.

Abigail was trying to picture what Devon looked like as a twelve year old boy and imagined what he was like. A boy on the verge of becoming a man, a boy not afraid of hard work and needing a father to guide him into manhood. Devon had paused talking, a look of reflection on his face as he thought back to the time when his father was alive. He had never spoken of these things to anyone before and even though it had been over three hundred years since he’d been dead, it felt good to have somebody to talk to.

“When your father took you with him, is that when you met your brother?” Abigail asked. She wanted him to keep talking. She loved the sound of his deep voice, it soothed her in a way that made her heart melt.

“Oh no. My father never talked to me about his life in Norway or the family he had there. I don’t even think my mother knew of his family in Norway, if she did, she never told me of it. I had heard rumors from other shipmates but nobody talked of it to speak of. Looking back, I realized that my father must have ordered his men not to tell me of his family in Norway. I understand now my father’s reasoning, but of course at the time of his death, it was a shock to me.” Devon said as he continued. “My father and I sailed to many ports during the time I spent with him on his ship, but we never traveled to Norway. I questioned him only once when I was about eighteen years old why he never took me to Norway to see his castle and to see the place he came from. He adamantly refused and I never questioned him again. I figured he had his reasons.”

Devon shook his head slowly, remembering as if it were only yesterday. “When my father lay on his deathbed on the ship, I was at his side. I knew he was dying and so did he. The sword wound was deep and had pierced his heart, so he only had moments before he would be gone. He told me to get his wooden box from under his bed and I did. He always kept it locked, so I didn’t know what was in it. My father pulled a corded necklace from his neck that had a key dangling on it and he handed it to me. He told me to open the chest and to hurry before he died.” Devon cleared his throat again as emotion choked him up.

Abigail had tears running down her cheeks as she listened. She felt Devon’s grief as he told her of the last moments of his father’s life and she swallowed the lump that was in her throat. Thoughts of her own father’s death brought back painful memories and she wiped her tears away with her hand and listened as Devon started to talk again.

But, instead of continuing, Devon glanced at Abigail and saw the tears running down her cheeks. He was so engrossed in telling her about his father that he didn’t realize how it might effect her. He reached out to take her hand in his and gave a gentle squeeze. “Are you alright? I can finish later if you want.” He said with concern.

Abigail gently squeezed his hand back and wiped away a tear with her other hand. “No, please tell me Dev. It’s just very emotional but I want to hear all of it.” She said with determination.

Devon settled back a little bit and kept Abigail’s hand in his and cleared his throat again. Every so often he would unconsciously rub her hand with his thumb and Abigail’s heart felt like it would leap out of her chest at the intimate contact. Devon continued his story. “I opened the box and saw there were papers inside. Documents and a map. I lifted them out and glanced at them.
I’m leaving my castle, my estates and my ship to you son. I don’t want THEM to have any of it!
He told me in a raspy fading voice. I put the papers down when he started to cough up blood and his final words to me were.
There’s a map to a hidden treasure that I hid years ago, I want you to have it. It was always meant for you and your mother. I loved you both more than life itself.
There was a long pause and I thought he had died but then he said lastly,
Tell my wife Lynessa and my son Eric...tell them...that I’ll see them...in Hell!
And then he was gone.” Devon said quietly.

Abigail remained quiet until she felt Devon squeeze her hand again and he gazed at her with pain filled eyes. “Lynessa and Eric, they were your father’s wife and son in Norway.” She said even knowing what the obvious truth was. “And until that moment, your father never talked of their existence? Wow. I wonder why your father never told you that information long before he died?” Abigail asked the question out loud.

“At the time I was in shock. I buried my father at sea and for over six months I roamed around with no clear path to follow. It wasn’t until my ship was attacked and I nearly lost it that I gave a thought to the documents.” Devon said.

Devon continued. “I went to Norway and arrived at the castle that my father had bequeathed to me. I know this may sound odd but I did not want my father’s castle, his title or his estates. I had father’s ship and the treasure, that was enough for me. I wasn’t from Norway, I didn’t want to live in Norway and had no intentions of making a home there.” He looked at Abigail’s and saw her smile.

“That doesn’t sound odd to me at all Dev. You wanted your father’s wife Lynessa and his rightful heir Eric to have your father’s castle, title and estates. Right?” She asked.

“Yes Abby. I know my father must have had his reasons for leaving all he had to me but I could not accept it in good conscience.” Devon said. A look of exasperation came into his expression and he continued in a somewhat subdued tone. “I went into the castle alone, with the documents on me and announced myself to a guard. Without question, the guard lead me to the main hall where my brother and his mother sat side by side on thrones.”

Abigail listened enthralled as she listened. She visualized everything so perfectly, it felt as if she were right there with him as he told her everything that happened.

Devon went on. “I stood before them and told them who I was. I pulled the papers from inside my shirt where they were tucked away and held them out to Eric. I said,
Our father had bequeathed all that he owned to me on his deathbed six months ago but I feel it was only right that I give them to his rightful heir. I release any claim to his title, his castle and his estates.
Eric slowly stood up and stomped down the few steps to me and snatched the documents from my hand. If looks could kill, I would have died right there that moment. Eric’s hatred of me was fierce to behold but I stood my ground and put my hand on the hilt of my sword. When Eric sat back down on the throne, his mother tried to speak but he gripped her arm hard and twisted it to silence her and I looked into her face. It was contorted with rage and hatred too as she glared at me. I looked again at Eric, he resembled me very little. He had red hair like his mother. He was at least a foot shorter than me and he was stocky although muscular, it was obvious he ate very well and was a lazy sort. His long red hair and full beard and mustache were unkempt and messy. His eyes were dark blue, so dark they appeared black.” Devon looked at Abigail, she was staring off into space as if in a trance. Only when he stopped talking did she notice and her eyes were drawn to his.

“And then what happened?” She asked in a mesmerized voice.

Devon nodded slightly and continued. “Well, then Eric spoke.
You! The bastard son of our father, have the gall to come here to MY castle and GIVE me what is rightfully mine?
He raised his head up and laughed in a loud roar then looked back down at me and stood up.
You!
He pointed to me.
The offspring of a tavern whore who beguiled my father, bewitched him with her wily slutty ways DARE to come before me, Lord Eric of Norway and tell me that you don’t covet all my riches, all my lands, my title, my castle?
He drew his sword and I drew mine. Lynessa hissed loudly,
Kill him son!
He charged down the steps with a mighty roar and the fight began. He was cumbersome and clumsy in his movements so the battle was not long and it wasn’t very hard to knock his sword from his hands and he lay at my feet with my blade at his throat. Lynessa rushed down the steps screaming with a dagger raised high in the air.
Do not kill my son!
She screamed wildly as she jumped on my back and plunged her dagger into my shoulder. I instinctively reached up with my other arm and grabbed her by the throat and slung her away forcefully. I felt her neck snap and knew she was dead. Eric struggled underneath me and I dug my sword tip into his neck and said to him.
I came here in peace, to give you the documents our father gave me. I want none of it, do you understand?, none of it!
I rose up releasing him and he rushed over to his mother’s dead body. He glared at me and said,
You will pay for this Devon! I will hunt you down until you are dead!
I didn’t reply, I turned and left. A year later I encountered Eric’s pirate ship and we had a fierce battle. Many of our men died on both sides and when the battle was turning in my favor my brother came up behind me and ran his sword through my back and up through my heart...killing me.” Devon finished with a sigh. “A most cowardly way to kill a man.”

Abigail felt so overwhelmed and sorry for what happened she hugged Devon and he embraced her back. “I’m glad you’re a ghost Dev. I can’t bare to think that I could lose you someday.” She said compassionately.

Devon chuckled and hugged her closer. “I’m not going anywhere Abby.”

Abigail covered her mouth with her hand and yawned.

“You better get some sleep love.” Devon said.
 
 

“Do you sleep Dev?” She asked him curiously.

“No, I don’t sleep but I do rest. I grow weary sometimes and I usually go to the cottage my mother and I lived in. That’s where I usually stay when I’m here in New Orleans.” Devon said.

Abigail didn’t want him to leave. “You can rest here with me if you want Dev. Would you stay?” She asked.

Devon stood up and took her by the hand and pulled her up on her feet. “Come on, let’s go lay down. You need some sleep and I need some rest.” He said with a smile.

They walked back to Abigail’s bedroom and they climbed into bed and got under the covers and Devon took her in his arms and she laid her head on his chest. She moved her hand over his chest and sighed with contentment and soon drifted off to sleep. Devon smile and closed his eyes to rest, her sweet little snores soothed him.