Finding the Past
Part 2
By:
Selena Illyria
© 2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
I/R, Paranormal

“We have a problem.”
Sebastian looked up from his book to watch David close the door behind him. The man seemed to consume the space he was in, half the room seemed to disappear behind him.
“David, to what do I owe this visit?”
“She wants me to investigate both you and her father.”
“Who is she?”
“Your wiiiffffeee,” David hissed.
“Oh.”
Sebastian slipped a bookmark into his place and closed the book. David walked further into the room until two thirds of the room was gone.
“Tone down your power, you’re consuming unconsciously,” Sebastian ordered.
David looked around. His cheeks flushed a bright red color. Rubbing the back of his neck he gave Sebastian a sheepish smile.
“Sorry about that.”
The room returned to normal, the darkness seeping toward David like ink moving in reverse back to a bottle on its side.
“May I sit down?” David asked gesturing to an empty chair. Sebastian nodded his head, inky black hair slid over his shoulder only to be brushed back over his shoulder and tucked behind his hair behind his ear, the silver obelisk dangling, glimmering, shining and quaking with every movement.
“What is going on, David?”
“Lea wants me to investigate you and her father.”
“She will find nothing.”
“Are you so sure about that?”
“What do you mean?”
“The fact that she’s asked me to look into you and her father tells me that she remembers something.”
“She remembers her attack, nothing else. If she remembers anything after that all the better I can then claim her as my wife officially.”
“She’s a mortal!” David said standing up suddenly the chair falling onto its back.
“And as mortal I shall protect her with my dying breath.”
“You can’t die, we can’t afford that,” David hissed.
“Those days are behind . . .”
“Don’t finish that sentence, do not even think it. Do you know what would happen if you were to die, here of all places?”
David started to pace. Sebastian sighed heavily.
“Yes, I am aware of it.”
“Hell, Bastian. All hell would break loose. We don’t have enough of us left to defend ourselves from the other dimensions. How the fuck are we supposed to defend this backwater?”
“This backwater as you put it is your home now too,” Sebastian pointed out.
“Yes, but no one will notice if I’m dead, no will care, you . . . you will be noticed. You will be more than noticed.”
“Calm down David, you’re getting agitated.”
“I can’t calm down, damn that Humphreys, he’s the reason we’re in this mess to begin with. He’s the reason so many of them, are here in the first place.”
“He’s the reason I’m here.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, she’s the reason you’re here you moron. If you hadn’t fallen in love with her none of this would be happening.”
Sebastian calmly placed his book on his lap and his hands on top of the cool leather. His power coolly sliding to his fingertips, the air becoming cold, darkness seeped from him engulfing the wall in back of him.
“Are you blaming her?” He asked calmly.
David looked up and did a double take, raising his hands in supplication.
“Please Bastian calm down, I’m not blaming her, I’m . . . I’m just frustrated with this whole situation that’s all. This has turned into a mess. “
“Yes, I know but it is a mess I’m willing to make for her, she is my wife. Nothing anyone does or says will change that.”
“I know, Bastian. Should I let the others know that we could have problems? After the attack, we didn’t really discuss this with the others.”
“The others understood when I explained how she became my wife.”
“Yes, but they need to know that she could remember,” David warned.
“Fine, fine, call them forth.”
Sebastian sighed, his shoulders sagging. He could feel his power receding as the darkness pulled back into himself. He could feel that that they were on the edge of something. Something was about to start, but he wasn’t sure what they would be facing.


* * * * * *



20 Years ago . . .
Mr. Humphreys had just become a newlywed, beaming brightly at the future ahead him and his blushing bride. But underneath the polish, gleam and prestige was a man who craved power. He had been born on the wrong side of the tracks, always lusting after what he could not have. And then one day he met a man that would change his life.

It was a hot summer night. Mr. Humphrey’s walked toward his car in the flickering light of the parking lot.
“I know you want power.”
Mr. Humphreys whirled around peering into the darkness. All the lights had gone off except one. He could see a man wrapped up from head to toe in all black, one could only see his eyes. Mr. Humphreys jerked back when, suddenly he could see those eyes up close, black, bottomless inky orbs looking back him, constantly moving.
“Who are you? And how do you know my name?” Mr. Humphreys demanded.
“Who I am and how I know your name doesn’t matter, but I know you want power and all the things that come with it, take this, use it,” The stranger said as he shoved a book at him and then in a swirl of dark clouds he was gone. The book seemed to glow in his hands the leather became hot. He dropped the book. It fell open to a page with the title: Demons of the Second Dimension. Underneath was scrawled. Demons of this Dimension can grant two wishes in exchange for flesh and blood. Mr. Humphreys was both horrified and fascinated.
“Wishes? Two wishes?” He murmured out loud.
An overwhelm urge drove him as he picked up the book, his eyes scanned the pages as he read the words. Something took hold of him, he wasn’t sure what it was but he knew one thing, he had to use the book, just had to. Closing the book and tucking it under his arm he made his way to his car, unlocking it he slid into the seat, he started it and drove carefully back home. Paranoia caused him to watch for anyone that could be following him. By the time he got home he was breathing hard and jumpy. He turned off the car, climbed out of it and headed for the house, taking the back entrance. He made his way to his study once there he closed and locked the door. He put his briefcase down and turned on the light. He shrugged out of his coat not noticing its fall to the floor. All he cared about was reading the book and figuring how to summon the demon to him. He wanted the power he felt the book could give him, wanted it desperately, whatever the cost.