Night Walker

Okay there are going to be less chapters this time around because this time I am combining stuff, so the chapters are longer. I thank you for the review I have. Sorry that the seris has to start ove, but it won\'t take long to get to new stuff. One other thing, I did post a brand new story. Its still in the beginnig, but some feed back would be nice on it. Crimson and Sands of Time *new edition* will be back soon. Well thanks for your patience and enjoy ^.^
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Kana

I sat in the first row in a church. People were all around me dressed up. The white decorations implied that a wedding was going on. I looked towards the alter and saw Chris, looking as handsome as ever in a wonderful black tux. His hair slicked back and a gorgeous smile on his face. The sudden music of the wedding march stole my eyes from Chris. Up the row I saw the bride walk up. I couldn’t see her face since I thick veil covered her head.
Am I watching my own wedding? I thought confused.
In seconds the bride reached Chris and the priest stated the speech. Weirdly the elderly man skipped straight to the I do’s. Chris said I do and then a soft I do came from the mysterious bride.
“You may kiss the bride,” the priest proudly proclaimed.
The veil came up to reveal…
“…Ms…Ms. Brown!” I yelled as my history professor locked lips with my Chris for the second time within twenty-four hours.
The scene faded to black as I found myself sitting up in bed shocked.
“My god what the hell! What a nightmare” I said aloud, flumping back onto my pillow.
Pale gray light floated through the window by my bed. I turned my head to look at the clock at my nightstand. In bright red the numbers said it was five-thirty a.m.
“Its early, I had a nightmare of the worst kind, and most likely it is going to rain.”
Not a minute after my grumpy statement did the pitter-patter of rain hit my window. Slowly the rhythm increased so a steady flow of water rained down. “The angels must be crying today. I wonder for me or some other poor soul?” I thought dismally.
My bedroom looked as gloomily as me, dark, cool, and bathed in sad gray light. One of those days when you wish to stay in bed and pretty much screw the day. Be warm and happy under the covers, preferably with a nice warm body next to you.
That thought brought Chris back into my mind, along with the decision to confront him for his dirty deeds.
“I guess I have to get out of bed…great. I wonder how Len made out last night?” not that I really wanted him to do anything but if Chris got the shit scared out of him than he deserve it. Besides it was not like I can stop Len when he wants to do something. Len strikes as a person that will get hell-bent to accomplish anything, which is a good and bad thing.
The ringing of the phone broke me from my thoughts. With great effort I hauled myself from the comfort of my bed. The cold wood floor greeted my feet as I rose and proceeded to walk into the living room to answer the phone.
“Hello?” I answered automatically
“Is this Ms. Kana Fields?” a male voice asked
“Yes this is she”
“Ms. Fields I am calling on behave of Christopher West. He is in St. Marco Hospital”
“Oh my god! Is he alright?” I practically exclaimed.
“Yes…he will be fine, just minor injuries from a fall from his apartment. Would you please come down, Mr. West would like to speak with you”
“Yes, yes! Of course! I’ll be right there”
“Thank you”
“Yes bye” I abruptly put the phone down and rushed into the bathroom.
I merely cleaned my face and slapped on some fresh clothes. I hurried out of the building to my car parked on the street. It’s an old simple car that’s midnight blue. As long as it gets me from point A to B than I don’t care if it’s old.
I ignored the rain falling down, damping my brown jacket as I launched myself into the car and went off.
Len somehow you did something…you bastard how could take things that far. Wait till I get home…I thought angrily. I knew that violent ghost would do something extreme. No he just couldn’t settle to scare him.


I never liked going to hospitals, I always find them to be depressing. People in pain or dieing and living in Philly the violence is so bad that you see so many pass through the white corridors that soon even the nurses and doctors seem to be emotionless. Of course seeing dead people is very frightening especially if you are a child and everyone thinks your crazy. I try to forget that moment in life.
I found myself outside the room that held Chris. I hesitated for a moment before walking in.
Chris lay comfortably in the white bed; A few bandages clung to his soft face. His left leg had a cast on it and bandages were wrapped around his chest. For the moment his head was tilted to the side as he slept, his soft brown hair falling over his eyes in thin strands.
I approached quietly. “Hey…hey” I said in a soft voice.
His eyes fluttered open. It took him a bit to focus on me but he gave me a smile that always made me melt.
“Kana…”
“Yeah I’m here. How are you feeling?”
“Well I seen better days for sure” he replied lazily.
“I’m sorry that this happened to you”
“What? It isn’t your fault. But seriously something happened”
“What?”
“Well I said to the docs that I had accident trying to open the window. But the truth is that I pushed. I saw…I saw…well I don’t know what I saw but it wasn’t human…. it looked human but…but I think it was a ghost or something…you think I am crazy?” he asked looking rather scared. If only he knew how many times I asked that to my parents and doctors.
“No of course not. But are you sure it was a ghost. Maybe you had a hallucination”
“ A hallucination! No way! Well…”
“Did you take something?” I asked fishing for logical explanations that I knew were wrong.
“Well…I ate a sandwich that had some questionable lunchmeat on it. You think that made me see stuff?”
“Surly”
“But it seemed so real with the footprints and that guy. He had the coldest eyes I ever seen”
“Well there is no such thing as ghosts…people will think your crazy silly” I replied jokingly.
If only you knew
“Um…Chris about yesterday…you…and…Ms.”
“What”
“Never mind” I just couldn’t bring myself to ask about his fling with Ms. Brown, not in a hospital. I suppose I have to ask sometime…but I wonder if it is possible to forget about it? I thought sadly
I spent a good half an hour talking to Chris, making him laugh. All the while trying to push the thought of asking him out of my mind. I started to feel better when a chilling voice stopped me cold. “Hello Mr. West I am here to see how your doing” a mono-tone male voice from the doorway.
A man looking to be in his forties stood. About six foot, wrinkles thick on his brow with a receding hair line turning gray from black. Cold, dark eyes peered through narrow spectacles resting on the tip of his nose. He wore a doctors’ attire, carrying a clipboard. But what disturbed me most about this man was the nametag on his jacket.

Dr. J. Crandle
Neology

“Morning Mr. West how are feeling today. I had a large bump on the head” The doctor said moving swiftly into the room.
“Fine Doc”
“Well your brain is fine just some mild swelling so you might forget things easily for the next few days” replied the doctor. Thankfully not taking notice of me yet.
“Okay so when do I leave?”
“In a few days, we just want to make sure you are healing well”
“Okay, bummer. Oh! Hey Kana your going to be late to class” Chris said making the doctor look in my direction.
His cold eyes stared deeply into mine.
“Miss Fields how funny to be seeing you” he replied an eerie smile spreading across his face.
“Hello…” I replied in a not too friendly tone. I owned this man nothing, considering what he did to me. “What are doing here?” I asked trying to sound polite.
“Oh…well I have been transferred. You’re going to college here aren’t you?” he asked happily.
“Yeah small world”
“So you two know each other?” asked Chris puzzled.
“Indeed, I was once Miss Fields physician”
“Oh”
“Well I need to get going Chris I will visit you later on okay,” I stated gathering up my jacket. I wanted nothing more than to be far away from that doctor
“Okay then bye” Chris replied happily.
“I hope to see more of you Miss Fields you seem to be doing better…”
I glared at the man with a smug look plastered on his face. I quickly exited the room and the hospital.
Screw it.
I decided that it be a waste of time going to my morning class. One, the creepy feeling of the doctor hadn’t left me, two, that slut of a history professor will be teaching my class, and a certain ghost had to be yelled at. It isn’t my nature to lash out at people unless I am on my period or pissed off to no end. For the moment I am pissed at many people and Len will feel my wrath first. Then I’ll decide what to do about Chris if I can muster the strength to condemn him.


I stomped into my home, slamming the door behind me. My hair damp from the rain, and my skin ice cold to the touch, but I didn’t care about my condition.
“Len! Len you jerk get out here right now!” I yelled at my empty apartment. I wasn’t going to stop yelling till he showed up.


Len

Something annoying was invading my dream. I tried to ignore it, wanting to remain in my haze of fuzziness. Yet the annoyance, which I discovered to be my name being shouted, kept on going. With great unhappiness I faded away from my dream to the familiar soundings of my bedroom. Now fully awake I heard that other than my name being shouted was a barge of curses.
I guess Kana is summoning me, I thought. I then walked over the living room where the yelling was coming from.
“You rang” I replied in a dry tone.
“Yeah! You bastard what did you do to Chris?” she exclaimed.
“What? I did nothing” I replied with fake innocence.
“The hell you didn’t! You pushed him out a window!”
“Is that what he’s saying. Well I guess he would fail to mention that he fell out of his own stupidity”
“Liar!”
“I am a ghost Kana I can’t hurt the living. I merely scared him into having a accident” I replied plainly.
“You could have killed him!”
“Really from the second floor? Please…that would have been to good to be true. At least if he became a ghost I could kick his ass”
“Len you have gone too far this time! I’ve had it with your interference in my life!” she yelled.
“You seem to forget that I did for you! Don’t tell me you don’t believe he didn’t deserve it!” I replied my voice getting louder.
“He may have deserved it but it isn’t your place to deal with it”
“Well you sure as hell aren’t going to do anything. You would welcome that bastard back with open arms”
“So what! I can if I want!”
“He doesn’t deserve it!” I yelled back “For the love of god the man fucked another woman! You saw it! You cried all night…making yourself sick! Do you have any idea how much it hurts to see you like that! When you’re happy I feel it and when you’re sad I feel it. I much prefer to see you happy!”
“Oh! So it’s all about you! Go suck on someone else’s emotions you fucking parasite!” she yelled.
That one did it. My temper had been weighing thin with her defending the piece of shit; I launched myself at her. I really couldn’t do much but my sudden moment was enough to back her into the door. My arms either side oh her head.
I glared down at her “Don’t you ever say that again!” I said in a deadly tone. She glared defiantly up at me. Tears leaking from her eyes from pent up anger. “Why, because its true” she replied. My temper cooled looking into those sad eyes. Force wasn’t going to serve well this time.
With a woman you have to use a gentle touch, I thought.
“I’m sorry Kana. I care for you, I care when you feel bad; not because I feed from your life force…but because I do truly care about you. I just hate to see you go back to a man that doesn’t love as much as you deserve…forgive me…” that was the best I could muster. Apologies aren’t my strong point.
“…Then what am I supposed to do. I hate him but…I still…love him, Len” she said in a low voice. Her head tilted down in shame “I want to dump him…I do…I don’t want to be one of those women that take back guys that hurt them. But it’s hard…it’s real hard”
Great I’ve upset her

I fed from her aura. Strength filled my soul giving it a solid form. I as draw power from a breather I receive a physical form. Of course there are some catches to this. One you can’t draw this power from any person. The person must have a strong life force (children or young adults work best) and as a ghost grows stronger the breather gets weaker. Not to kill them or anything, more like a feeling of fatigue. Maintaining a physical form doesn’t last long. However the stronger the soul of a ghost and the life force of a breather the longer a form lasts (but most breathers run away so a breather must be willing to stay close to you for good effects)
I finally took a solid form. Warmth ran through my body like blood should have. I could feel the coolness of the wood floor beneath me.
This is heaven.

I took my hand and lifted Kana’s head to look at me.
“Len…” she whispered. I nodded. She then pushed off the door and wrapped her arms around me. It felt good to like this. I copied the gesture, placing my arms around her, stroking her soft hair gently.
“You really are a bastard…” she replied her words muffled in my chest.
“Shut up you need this” I replied.
“Why?” she asked, which confused me.
“Why what?”
“Why he do it?”
“Who knows, every man has his excuse. I have my share as well”
“What were you like when you were alive Len?” the question caught me off guard. I figured she would ask me sooner or later, but I much preferred later than sooner.
I took a deep breath “Lay with me and I’ll tell you” I replied letting her go accept to grab her hand to lead her to the worn couch, I had to keep our connection.
I flumped down on the couch pulling her with me, so she rested on top of me; our bodies seem to fit together perfectly. She snuggled into my chest for a reasons I had no clue, my body still had to be ice cold to her.
“Are you sure you want to know about me? Because a lot of it isn’t pretty”
“Yeah” she whispered
“Okay…well it all began…”