LUCAN
Not in the mood for fixing any more cars, I decided to leave Caleb to it - probably a bad idea, but seriously I couldn’t give a crap what disasters he’d get himself into in my absence. The truth was since I’d come back from the vampire mansion I’d been trying to pull my thoughts together on what I could do next to sort this shit out. But, like always, my mind drew nothing but a complete blank. I took a seat behind my desk and pulled out the top drawer for another one of my ‘special’ cigarettes hoping it would help relieve me from some of my frustrations.
“A penny for your thoughts?” The sudden familiar, nasally, high-pitched voice sent a shiver down my spine.
Lighting the end of my joint I looked up to see the ugly-ass poltergeist staring down at me yet again, it’s yellow eyes glaring with a mixture of hunger and amusement. I rolled my eyes.
As if I didn’t have enough on my plate.
“What the hell do you want?” I asked uninterestedly as I put the joint to my lips and took a long drag.
“Oh, y’know …” the poltergeist tilted its head to the side and floated higher into the air, “I was just passing … thought I’d stop by …”
It was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t amused. I noticed it eyeball the piles of paperwork scattered across my tabletop. If I didn’t know any better there was some sort of messed up curiosity behind them. Then again, maybe the joint was messing with me - heck, it wouldn’t be the first time…
“Can I help you?” I asked it bluntly.
“I think the question is can I help you,” it smirked, crossing its arms together and puffing its translucent chest out proudly. “You obviously need it.”
“I don’t need anyone’s help,” I grounded out, returning to the papers on my desk, hoping it would leave me alone. Unfortunately, it didn’t budge.
“Come on!” It pressed, swooping down to my level. “Jump off that high horse of yours and just admit that you need some help … like a name …”
Leaning back on my chair, I uninterestedly took another drag from my joint. “What name?”
“Oh you know … the name of something important …,” the poltergeist’s ugly smirk seemed to grow uglier by the minute, “something that could maybe point you in the right direction?”
I just stared at it for a moment, trying to work out whether it was telling the truth or just winding me up. Before I could say anything in response my cell phone started vibrating. Frowning, I whipped it out of my back pocket and answered. “What?” I growled down the line.
“Good afternoon to you too, asshole,” Ruth’s irritated voice answered back.
I instantly felt myself relax a little. “Tell me you’ve found something.”
“The Grand Grimoire,” she responded.
I rose my brow in confusion. “What?”
“I can’t talk about this over the phone, someone might hear,” she paused for a second before continuing, “Meet me somewhere.”
I threw a quick glance at the clock above me and saw that it was nearly 5:30pm. “There’s a diner in Old Town called ‘Lizzy’s’. I’ll meet you there in five.” With that, I hung up and stood up to grab my jacket.
“The grand Grimoire, huh?” questioned the poltergeist who was still hovering in front of me. “What a coincidence, that was the name I was just about to give you …”
“Oh yeah?” I said, pulling on my jacket and crushing the bud of my cigarette on one of the overflowing ashtrays. “You wanna give me a heads up on what the heck it is?”
The poltergeist broke out into a fit of nasally giggles. “That one I’m going to leave for you to work out, devil-boy!” And with that, it was gone.
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