It was two days after i killed Jacob. I was sitting in a chair inside a cocktail house, drinking some alcohol. I would never forget how Jacob Duncan looked at me when i killed him. He didn't look like my other victims when i killed them. When he died, his eyes squinted at me and his face went cold. It was like he recognized me just as i killed him. I gathered a thought from him.
Alanza.
That was my mother's name. She's a Ghost too you know? ( Read Post: Introduction) She's one of the twenty-two of us, Ghosts surviving. Although, she doesn't live with my brothers and me. She is standing as Vice President for some fancy company up there in England. She visits us every now and then, or else its us who visit. She gives us a call sometimes too.
Before we were found by Holly, we used to live with our mom back in Manchester. She didn't want Holly to take us then, but Holly talked to her and she agreed later on. I didn't know what Holly told her, but it sure worked. I'm thankful that Holly found us though. Alanza never had time for us. She was always busy working out! Whenever she was home, she was in her laptop doing some research.
But how did Duncan know about her anyway? Were they friends, or ex-co workers or something? I don't know why im all cooped up with this thing, but...i just....know something is wrong. I can feel it deep down in my bones.
Wait a minute...I remember that when i opened the file of Jacob Duncan a pang of recognition hit me. I was a kid, about the age of eight, nine years younger than my age now.
I closed my eyes.
I am playing with a new toy my mom gave me. Jeremy is sitting on the couch, playing a video game. Chase is watching a football game next to me on the carpet. The toy I am holding is a puppy, it has white fur and two brown spots on its back. I hug it out of love and joy. Chase looks at me with disgust and rolls his eyes.
"Grow up, Natalie! It's just a toy!" he says.
"Oh really!" I say. I stand up and put a hand on my waist. "As if you don't play with your little old cars!"
Chase clicks his tongue two times.
"Cars are cool, Natalie. Stuff toys like that...are lame and out of fashion!" he raises an eyebrow.
I scowl at him. Why does he always have to be mean with me? This is why I like Jeremy more. Chase always has to tease me! He always has to comment about how ugly my toys are, how childish it is to be wearing pajamas, how horrid my hair looks in the morning. He also teases Jeremy, much more than he teases me! I tease Chase and Jeremy too. My mother said it's normal for us.
I stick my tongue out at Chase and whirl out of the room. I take the stairs, but i still hear Chase calling out to me. "Natalie and Roger sitting in a tree...k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Roger was my crush in my class. I decide not to turn around and scream at Chase. I wipe my tears and run upstairs to my mother's bedroom.
I open the door and crawl in. I hear her inside the bathroom, singing softly to herself. I crawl underneath the bed. I curl up into a tight ball and clutch my puppy to my chest. I always do this when i am sad or lonely. I don't know why but i like hiding underneath my mother's bed. I have been doing this for four years now.
I hear footsteps coming from the bathroom. It is my mother. I raise my head a bit and pushed the bed's cover so i could peek at my mother. She is beautiful. She has blonde, golden hair, as yellow as the sun. She has beautiful orange eyes that can stare right into your soul, she has the reddest lips, and a beautiful bone structure. It was very obvious that she was an English woman, but there was also a shade of Spanish blood in her. Her father was English and her mother, Spanish. My brothers and I look like her, but I resemble her the most.
The phone rings. I put my hand to my mouth to stifle a scream. I look at my mother, she doesn't seem to notice. She walks over to the phone and answers it on the fifth ring.
"Hello?" she says in a high shrilly voice. It sounds like bells tinkling.
There is a pause.
"Jacob, how are you?"
I don't like not knowing things. I have been practicing this with Chase for a while now. I let go of my surroundings, and concentrate on the phone in my mother's hand. I reached out, focusing on the phone as if it is going to dissapear if i look away. And then, i reach it. I can hear the other person from the phone. My brother called this a super hearing skill. Jeremy hasn't developed this skill yet. Chase checked.
"What do you want, Jacob?"
Why do you sound so panicky, my love? It has been a very long time since I have talked to you. Tell me now, how are the children?
"The kids are fine. They are spectacular! Just like Adelio. And i am not your love!"
There is a pause. It seems like Mr. Jacob doesn't like hearing my father's name.
Well, that's nice to hear, Alanza. Tell me, how is Caine? Is he faring well? The last time I saw him, he was still a baby. He looks just like you.
Caine was Chase's real name. (Read Blog: My "Family")
"The last time you saw him, a riot broke out!" my mothers hisses. She is almost whispering now, like she doesn't want anyone to hear. Her voice still managing to sound fierce while whispering.
And what a riot that was, Alanza. How is Kassandra? And Matthieu?
This is the first time someone besides my mother who called me by my first name. Who is this man?
"What do you want, Jacob?" my mother groans.
You know what i want, Alanza. We work together.
"Used to work together," my mother corrected.
I just need you to finish one more person off for me.
My mom pauses. She stands there for a moment looking at my direction. For a moment i thing she saw me underneath the bed, but when i look up and see her blank expression, i know she is just staring off into space, thinking.
She sighs loudly.
"This will be the last, Jacob." she says in a firm voice. "After this person, i will not do anything more for you, you hear me? After this, you will never call me. I will not hear from you again, you understand?"
That's my girl. There's an envelope waiting for you outside the front gate. This shall be an easy quest for you, my darling, compared to the other tasks i have given you before.
My mother winces at the memory. "Don't you dare remind me of the other people you sent me to kill! Don't you dare! You have no right!"
But, darling, you enjoyed killing them. Don't you remember? You kept coming back for more, asking for more quests, more people to kill. Don't you remember that lust you had for blood? I'm willing to bet you still have the same eagerness in your eyes, the same spark- - -"
"DON'T!" my mother starts to yell. "I was young then. I didn't know what i was doing!"
Well, it seems to me that you knew what you were doing quite well, really.
A tear drops down to my mother's cheek. She wiped at it furiously. "I'll finish the person off for you." she says quietly.
Good girl, Alanza. Good girl!
My mother hands the phone up and places it on the table. She spins around and looks at herself in the mirror, adjusting her blouse and making sure there wasn't any tears left. She gives herself an experimental smile and lets out a loud sigh.
She takes out something from a desk near the mirror. I can't see it well from where i am. She sighs again and puts object back. She takes two deep breaths and walks out the door, closing it behind her.
I wait a few seconds and hear her heals clanking its way down the staircase and i hear her shrilly voice crying out "Good morning, my darlings!"
I crawl out of my hiding place and stand up, clutching my puppy to my stomach. I walk over to the desk in the corner. When i was little, i was warned never to touch things that wasn't mine. I never dared opening my mother's drawers before.
I crouch down and open the small drawer. As soon as i open it, i see a picture frame, face down on the drawer. I lift it and turn it around to face me. In it I see three people sitting beside each other at a coffee table.
It took me a moment to register that the two people there is my parents. They look years younger than they are now. They look like teenagers in the photo. My mother still has the same golden hair, her smile as wide as it can ever be, my father is beside her, his hair style is different. Instead of the curly wave he has now, he has tousled, spiked black hair sticking out to all sides. If there was any of us who looks more like him, it would be Jeremy. He has his arm around my mother and the third person. The third person was a man. He is lean, tall, and muscular. His hairstyle is somewhat similar to my father's. He is smiling up at the camera, eyes as wide as his mouth.
I took a sip out of the Martini I was drinking and looked up to see a smiling man beside me. He had a wide smile, and dimples.
"Hi!" the man said, smiling widely. "I'm Robert. Can I offer you a---"
"No," I said, cutting him off. "I'd rather you not."
"Okay, can you at least tell me your name?" he asked, being more persuasive by the hour. Did I mention how beautiful and elegant Ghosts can be? (Read Blog: Introduction)
I reached out and touched his mind. He wasn't drunk but he wasn't strong either. I took hold of every nerve in his brain, pulling at it, tugging. Leave me alone. I ordered.
He had a confused look in his face. He leaned back in surprise. Then he looked at me, confusion in his eyes. His eyebrows were pulled together. "I think I should leave you alone." he said, got up and left the bar.
I looked back at the drink in front of me.
The man in the picture, was the man I killed two days ago. The man who recognized me as my mother as soon as I killed him. The victim I shall never forget, even if i will myself to do it.
Jacob Duncan.
-Natalie
Alanza.
That was my mother's name. She's a Ghost too you know? ( Read Post: Introduction) She's one of the twenty-two of us, Ghosts surviving. Although, she doesn't live with my brothers and me. She is standing as Vice President for some fancy company up there in England. She visits us every now and then, or else its us who visit. She gives us a call sometimes too.
Before we were found by Holly, we used to live with our mom back in Manchester. She didn't want Holly to take us then, but Holly talked to her and she agreed later on. I didn't know what Holly told her, but it sure worked. I'm thankful that Holly found us though. Alanza never had time for us. She was always busy working out! Whenever she was home, she was in her laptop doing some research.
But how did Duncan know about her anyway? Were they friends, or ex-co workers or something? I don't know why im all cooped up with this thing, but...i just....know something is wrong. I can feel it deep down in my bones.
Wait a minute...I remember that when i opened the file of Jacob Duncan a pang of recognition hit me. I was a kid, about the age of eight, nine years younger than my age now.
I closed my eyes.
I am playing with a new toy my mom gave me. Jeremy is sitting on the couch, playing a video game. Chase is watching a football game next to me on the carpet. The toy I am holding is a puppy, it has white fur and two brown spots on its back. I hug it out of love and joy. Chase looks at me with disgust and rolls his eyes.
"Grow up, Natalie! It's just a toy!" he says.
"Oh really!" I say. I stand up and put a hand on my waist. "As if you don't play with your little old cars!"
Chase clicks his tongue two times.
"Cars are cool, Natalie. Stuff toys like that...are lame and out of fashion!" he raises an eyebrow.
I scowl at him. Why does he always have to be mean with me? This is why I like Jeremy more. Chase always has to tease me! He always has to comment about how ugly my toys are, how childish it is to be wearing pajamas, how horrid my hair looks in the morning. He also teases Jeremy, much more than he teases me! I tease Chase and Jeremy too. My mother said it's normal for us.
I stick my tongue out at Chase and whirl out of the room. I take the stairs, but i still hear Chase calling out to me. "Natalie and Roger sitting in a tree...k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Roger was my crush in my class. I decide not to turn around and scream at Chase. I wipe my tears and run upstairs to my mother's bedroom.
I open the door and crawl in. I hear her inside the bathroom, singing softly to herself. I crawl underneath the bed. I curl up into a tight ball and clutch my puppy to my chest. I always do this when i am sad or lonely. I don't know why but i like hiding underneath my mother's bed. I have been doing this for four years now.
I hear footsteps coming from the bathroom. It is my mother. I raise my head a bit and pushed the bed's cover so i could peek at my mother. She is beautiful. She has blonde, golden hair, as yellow as the sun. She has beautiful orange eyes that can stare right into your soul, she has the reddest lips, and a beautiful bone structure. It was very obvious that she was an English woman, but there was also a shade of Spanish blood in her. Her father was English and her mother, Spanish. My brothers and I look like her, but I resemble her the most.
The phone rings. I put my hand to my mouth to stifle a scream. I look at my mother, she doesn't seem to notice. She walks over to the phone and answers it on the fifth ring.
"Hello?" she says in a high shrilly voice. It sounds like bells tinkling.
There is a pause.
"Jacob, how are you?"
I don't like not knowing things. I have been practicing this with Chase for a while now. I let go of my surroundings, and concentrate on the phone in my mother's hand. I reached out, focusing on the phone as if it is going to dissapear if i look away. And then, i reach it. I can hear the other person from the phone. My brother called this a super hearing skill. Jeremy hasn't developed this skill yet. Chase checked.
"What do you want, Jacob?"
Why do you sound so panicky, my love? It has been a very long time since I have talked to you. Tell me now, how are the children?
"The kids are fine. They are spectacular! Just like Adelio. And i am not your love!"
There is a pause. It seems like Mr. Jacob doesn't like hearing my father's name.
Well, that's nice to hear, Alanza. Tell me, how is Caine? Is he faring well? The last time I saw him, he was still a baby. He looks just like you.
Caine was Chase's real name. (Read Blog: My "Family")
"The last time you saw him, a riot broke out!" my mothers hisses. She is almost whispering now, like she doesn't want anyone to hear. Her voice still managing to sound fierce while whispering.
And what a riot that was, Alanza. How is Kassandra? And Matthieu?
This is the first time someone besides my mother who called me by my first name. Who is this man?
"What do you want, Jacob?" my mother groans.
You know what i want, Alanza. We work together.
"Used to work together," my mother corrected.
I just need you to finish one more person off for me.
My mom pauses. She stands there for a moment looking at my direction. For a moment i thing she saw me underneath the bed, but when i look up and see her blank expression, i know she is just staring off into space, thinking.
She sighs loudly.
"This will be the last, Jacob." she says in a firm voice. "After this person, i will not do anything more for you, you hear me? After this, you will never call me. I will not hear from you again, you understand?"
That's my girl. There's an envelope waiting for you outside the front gate. This shall be an easy quest for you, my darling, compared to the other tasks i have given you before.
My mother winces at the memory. "Don't you dare remind me of the other people you sent me to kill! Don't you dare! You have no right!"
But, darling, you enjoyed killing them. Don't you remember? You kept coming back for more, asking for more quests, more people to kill. Don't you remember that lust you had for blood? I'm willing to bet you still have the same eagerness in your eyes, the same spark- - -"
"DON'T!" my mother starts to yell. "I was young then. I didn't know what i was doing!"
Well, it seems to me that you knew what you were doing quite well, really.
A tear drops down to my mother's cheek. She wiped at it furiously. "I'll finish the person off for you." she says quietly.
Good girl, Alanza. Good girl!
My mother hands the phone up and places it on the table. She spins around and looks at herself in the mirror, adjusting her blouse and making sure there wasn't any tears left. She gives herself an experimental smile and lets out a loud sigh.
She takes out something from a desk near the mirror. I can't see it well from where i am. She sighs again and puts object back. She takes two deep breaths and walks out the door, closing it behind her.
I wait a few seconds and hear her heals clanking its way down the staircase and i hear her shrilly voice crying out "Good morning, my darlings!"
I crawl out of my hiding place and stand up, clutching my puppy to my stomach. I walk over to the desk in the corner. When i was little, i was warned never to touch things that wasn't mine. I never dared opening my mother's drawers before.
I crouch down and open the small drawer. As soon as i open it, i see a picture frame, face down on the drawer. I lift it and turn it around to face me. In it I see three people sitting beside each other at a coffee table.
It took me a moment to register that the two people there is my parents. They look years younger than they are now. They look like teenagers in the photo. My mother still has the same golden hair, her smile as wide as it can ever be, my father is beside her, his hair style is different. Instead of the curly wave he has now, he has tousled, spiked black hair sticking out to all sides. If there was any of us who looks more like him, it would be Jeremy. He has his arm around my mother and the third person. The third person was a man. He is lean, tall, and muscular. His hairstyle is somewhat similar to my father's. He is smiling up at the camera, eyes as wide as his mouth.
I took a sip out of the Martini I was drinking and looked up to see a smiling man beside me. He had a wide smile, and dimples.
"Hi!" the man said, smiling widely. "I'm Robert. Can I offer you a---"
"No," I said, cutting him off. "I'd rather you not."
"Okay, can you at least tell me your name?" he asked, being more persuasive by the hour. Did I mention how beautiful and elegant Ghosts can be? (Read Blog: Introduction)
I reached out and touched his mind. He wasn't drunk but he wasn't strong either. I took hold of every nerve in his brain, pulling at it, tugging. Leave me alone. I ordered.
He had a confused look in his face. He leaned back in surprise. Then he looked at me, confusion in his eyes. His eyebrows were pulled together. "I think I should leave you alone." he said, got up and left the bar.
I looked back at the drink in front of me.
The man in the picture, was the man I killed two days ago. The man who recognized me as my mother as soon as I killed him. The victim I shall never forget, even if i will myself to do it.
Jacob Duncan.
-Natalie
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