Possession of the Soul

Possession of the Soul
© 2015 by Trinity Blacio

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Chapter One

Light-years away, in the Realm of Royal Lights, Wol-itelm studied the human woman who would be joined to him and his other two mates. She was a beauty, for a human. He knew he had no choice but to sit back and watch his mates come together, at least for now.

Wol-itelm knew the Anasazi would be sleeping for another hundred earth years. It was rare for any of them to be awakened from their slumber, but he’d somehow sensed that something was going to disturb Earth’s balance, and he only hoped his friends would not prevent his joining with the three mortals on Earth.

Since Chax’s birth, Wol-itelm had watched him and protected him, making sure Satan kept close tabs on him. It was the only way the threesome would be safe. Otherwise, they would always be sought after for their powers, and hunted. Separated, they were no threat, but together, their powers exceeded those of anyone else on Earth.

“I have to be there for them, even if it’s from a distance.” Wol-itelm thought, as he turned and summoned his Earthly servant, Satan, The Master of Hell.

“What can I do for you, Wol-itelm?” Satan bowed before him.

“My mate, Chax, whom you call your Grand Duke, will be coming across his other mates soon. I want you to watch them all carefully. Others will try to stop their union, but this cannot happen. Even those close to you will fight to destroy them. I can’t do much from here, but I will make my presence known to them. Chax already carries my mark, and soon, so will his mates. At least with my mark I can summon them. I’ve waited to contact Chax because I didn’t want to draw attention to him.”

He turned and studied Satan. “You’ve done well to protect him and you will be rewarded. I want you to release Chax’s brothers from your service also. It will give Chax, Hoyt, and Tabatha more protection to have them close.”

Wol-itelm turned on his heels and walked to his window. “You won’t be alone much longer. Your companion will show herself soon. I wish I could tell you more, but the fates have blocked my sight from ascertaining anything further. The only reason I can see my mates now is because of you, and for that, I thank you.” Wol-itelm smiled and flicked his wrist, sending Satan back to his domain.

“Soon, my mates, soon.” Wol-itelm strode back to his huge bed and laid down. He was so tired. “Just a little nap.”

***

The heavy wooden door opened with a shove of her hip.

 
Thank God. Home at last!
Tabatha sighed as she entered the apartment and flicked on the light switch.

She stared at the small place she now called home with Melody, her best friend. Bangor’s city lights flickered through her bay window and cast shadows on the buildings surrounding hers. The shoulder-bag/briefcase she carried tugged on her arm as she let it drop on to the oak coffee table. All her personal belongings from the office now rested inside that case. Shaking her head, she started to sort through the day’s mail while she sat down on an overstuffed couch. Lifting her feet and resting them on the coffee table, she kicked off her pumps and sighed.

Her feet ached, and it felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to her head. She pushed her hair away from her face, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. Boots, her cat, jumped on her lap, begging to be petted.

 
God, my life sucks, Boots!

Her morning had started out a nightmare, and her day had gone downhill from there. First, someone had stolen her car from her apartment building’s parking lot. Frantic, she’d called the police. After the police officer had taken her report and given her a case number, she had walked two miles to work, where she’d arrived two hours late. At the end of the day, her boss had called her into his office and fired her. Cutbacks, he said.

 
Why couldn’t they have fired me when I arrived? They wanted more work out of me before they let me go,
she surmised,
that’s why!

The shrill ring of the phone disturbed her peaceful moment. Moaning, Tabatha let the answering machine pick it up.

“I know you’re home,” a male voice hissed. “I love those pumps you wore today. We’re coming for you next, Tabatha. We haven’t forgotten you.”

Chills skirted down her spine. She noticed the front door was unlocked. With panic racing through her, she jumped up, stumbling to the door. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hand trembled as she turned the lock. The sound of it engaging seemed almost as loud as her terrified heartbeat. She slid down to the floor, leaning against the door.

“You should have died with your family, but that’s okay. Those luscious tits and pussy will be fun to explore before I kill you,” the voice threatened.

To think that in one day she’d learned so much and had lost so much. Her parents’ protection had hidden so many things she had never known existed. Hell, at her very first job, The Red Fox Bar, where she worked as a barmaid, she’d met many different shifters and even a couple of witches. She had known the bar catered to the supernatural, and what better way to learn about the weird and magical than to observe it?

So, working her way through college, she’d waited tables, learning all she could. Tabatha remembered meeting Sammy that first weekend at her job. She had nearly scared the life out of her. As a cougar shape shifter, Sammy was minding her own business when two huge male cougars started to harass her. Both Sammy and Tabatha had laughed the next night when they’d talked about what had happened. Sammy had handled both of the male shifters, transforming and swiping both their faces with her paws. They never bothered Sammy again, that Tabatha knew of. Soon after that, she and Sammy had become close friends, laughing all the time when the subject was brought up. Sammy had explained many different shifter customs to her over the next year.

To top it all off, one of her closest friends was a werewolf who was dating her best friend. To think she would have gone out into the world not knowing anything about shifters and other beings if it wasn’t for the fact her parents had been murdered by one of them.

The worst day of her life flashed before her eyes.

***

Ten Years Earlier

The sun’s rays reflected off the lake, blinding her for a moment as she stared out the bedroom window. Shielding her eyes with her hand, Tabatha watched her mother step outside with supplies to stock their boat for their outing. She had to wait for the right time to tell her mom she couldn’t go today, and if she didn’t figure out something reasonable to tell her, the following week her room would be her prison. She couldn’t count the times her mother had grounded her for not doing homework, but now Tabatha had a plan. She’d put off a major report due for school and today was the only day she had left to complete the project with Melody.

Walking to the porch door, Tabatha pushed open the screen and yelled, “Hey, Mom. I can’t go out on the boat today with you guys. Melody is coming over and we’re going to work on our science project. It’s due Monday.” She moved out onto the deck.

“Tabby, why do you always put things off?” Her mom frowned at her. “You know today is supposed to be for the family. It’s rare for your father to have a day off.”

“I didn’t know Dad was going to be home. You said we had no plans. Plus, Mel’s mom is on one of her drunks, and I told Mel she could stay with us tonight.”

“Fine, but I want it done
before
tonight. You’ll be at the table for our family dinner. Is that understood? And tell Melody she is more than welcome to stay as long as she wants.”

“Hey, why does she get out of this and I have to go?” Her older brother Ben asked, frowning at her. “I had plans with a friend, and you made me cancel those.”

“Don’t you start, too,” their mother warned over her shoulder as she carried a cooler to their father, who waited on the boat.

Ben followed their mother onto the vessel and sat at the front of the boat. Ben’s glare should have burned a hole in her, he was so pissed. Tabatha waved at her parents before the engine was started. Her father looked down and turned the key. A clicking noise followed, and then a bright light exploded in front of Tabatha, sending her flying back onto the porch.

As she lifted her head, a steady drip of blood clouded her vision, but it didn’t prevent her from seeing the destruction. Scraps of white wood lay on the ground around her. With part of the boat’s deck now gone, Tabatha stared at it in shock and shook her head as she tried to stop the ringing in her ears. She wiped the blood from her face and she watched the black smoke rising from the water where pieces of the boat still burned.

“They’re all gone!” she screamed and sobbed. “Mom, Dad and Ben!”

***

Present

The jingle of the door lock and the push of the door against her back shook her out of the memory. Tabatha leaned harder against the door as she tried to bar anyone who tried to enter.

“Tabatha, let me in. Why do you have the door blocked?” Her roommate, Melody, yelled behind her.

“You’re alone, right?” Her voice squeaked, showing her fear. Numb all over, Tabatha rose and peeked out the safety hole.

Melody stood there alone. “Yes!”

Tabatha backed up, waiting for her best friend to come in and shut the door.

“What are you doing?” Melody asked. She put her hands on her hips and gave her that irritated look she always did when Tabitha didn’t do something right. “We have to be ready in an hour. Shane will be here soon.”

“Please put that chair against the door and block it, Melody. Do you know where I put that phone number for the detective who’s working on my family’s case?” Panic surged through her system. “Would you make sure the door is locked, too, please?” Dumping her purse out onto the coffee table, Tabatha searched for the detective’s business card.

“Tabby, what’s wrong? Something’s happened, hasn’t it?” Melody grabbed Tabatha’s hands and stared into her eyes.

“The person who killed my family is after
me
now. There’s a message on the answering machine. You have to leave. It’s not safe here with me. I won’t have you taken away, too, Mel. You’re all I have left.”

Pounding on the door startled them. They screamed, grabbing one another’s arms.