Night Walker

Okay here is the chapter with some new material and the next chapter will be called "Zane" never before posted stuff. In anycase enjoy and thanks for the review. Oh I hope this chapter answers some questions, k.
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Jess had left an hour after arriving. She had things to do and I preferred to be alone for a while. Her visit did help a bit. I guess telling people your problem does seem to lessen the stress.
After a minute Jess left, the phone rang. Regretfully I went to answer it.
“Hello” I asked automatically.
“Hey baby, its me” came a familiar male voice.
“Chris…” I breathed “Um…how you doing?” I asked slowly.
“Ok…what about you? You sound drained”
“Just stressed,” I answered truthfully.
“Hope it isn’t cause of me” he replied, a rather bitter truth to it.
“A little”
“Well the doc said I could come home tomorrow”
“That’s great”
“Yeah, but I have some healing to do. Hey, Kana could I stay with you till I am fully recovered?” In one simple question all of my stress came back with a vengeance. This man had sold me out for a quick fuck and a grade, now he expected me to welcome him with open arms and nurse him back to health. I felt my blood boil.
“I know we haven’t spent any time together…and I must be worrying you. I am really sorry. I…I just really want to see you…” he said softly, making my heart melt with his sincerity.
Damn, I thought.
“Please, baby, with sugar on top” he joked.
“Fine” I replied, defeated.
“Thanks, Kana. See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah…”
“Love you. You should rest baby, you sound tired”
“Yeah, I’ll do that. Love you too” the last three words came out painfully.
“Okay bye”
“Bye”
The line went dead and I lower the receiver.

Well Kana you have stepped in it this time. Sure let the man that cheated on you into your home. Maybe, magically, all the pain will go away and everything will as it was. Have a happy ending with your soon to be husband. Yeah, like that will happen…although…. it could if I really wanted it to. Heh, I laughed at my own thoughts. Yeah get past the “I’m sorry’ s”, “I love you’ s”, and “ It will never happen again”. Well Chris, pray that I fall into denial and never wake up.

Not wanting to think about the situation anymore, I trudged to the bathroom for a shower. Upon entering the room a smile grew on my face. I had a fond memory about the bathroom.
My bathroom is a pale yellow with happy little sunflowers as a border. It used to be a cool gray, which was depressing, so I changed it. It is funny because Len pitched a fit when I painted it. He yelled about it, for days and than went on a brooding state for a week.
“Woman! You are not painting my bathroom yellow! This is my fucking apartment!”
“Shut up, Len. You are dead and I brought this place so this is my apartment and I can do whatever I damn well please” I retorted
“Why do you have to pick a pansy ass color?” he had whined and whined.
“That does it! I hadn’t planned on doing this, but just to piss you off…” at that I added the sunflower border. The look on Len’s face was priceless; he looked like he would have dropped dead if he wasn’t already dead.
The fond memory lifted my mood a bit, so I quickly stripped and stepped into the nearly boiling water. I never like hot weather, just hot water, and the steamy water spraying over my stiff body was the equal to heaven.
For an instant I thought I felt a cool breeze. But the warm air around me made me ignore the feeling.
Suddenly! I felt a cool pressure on my shoulder blades. It made me jump. I was about to spin around, but familiar voice drifted though the air, “Don’t, you’ll hurt yourself”
“What are doing in her Len? I thought you agreed not to do this,” I asked dryly, not having the energy to yell at him.
“You looked stressed, so I have come to offer my services”
“Which are?”
“Rubbing your stiff shoulders”
“Len…”
“Just let me touch you” he replied softy in my ear. Sending shivers down my back. I didn’t answer him, but it seemed he took my silence as a “yes”. Gently he began to rub my shoulder blades, adding more pressure as he went.
He slowly made is way to my neck. Without meaning to, I mewled in response. I had always been sensitive on my neck.
“You like that?” he asked in a soft tone.
“Yeah. For a dead guy you’re pretty good” I commented bending my neck forward to give him more excess.

Len

My mood quickly turned foul after the phone conversation Kana had with Chris. There was no way in hell that bastard was going to get any rest here. I was about to argue with Kana till I noticed her expression. She looked drained, just emotionally exhausted, so I decided to leave the topic.
She had walked into the bathroom, stripping down to reveal the cute body she had. Her breasts weren’t huge; maybe a “C” or a minor “D” but she did have wide hips with a cute, firm ass. Her lightly tanned skin was flawless and her reddish-chocolate hair cascaded a little passed her shoulders. She was a pretty girl in a normal way. Of course, I’ve seen prettier women…but mostly whores. Kana, maybe not the type of girl I would look at physically, but that didn’t make her body any less tempting. I may be dead but I still had a males urges. Though I wouldn’t do anything to Kana. At the most I could at least lessen her stress.
Her tone when I first started was annoyed but it sounded as if she couldn’t bring herself to complain. I took her silence as a “yes” and started on her shoulders. Moving up I was greeted by the cutest noise that escaped Kana’s mouth. I guess that gave a spark in me.
I started to draw in energy to take a solid form, all the while still rubbing. I was rewarded my a few moans and mews. The old spark was starting to turn into a flame, a flame of desire. At that thought, I dropped my hands completely.
Shit, I can’t do this, I thought
“Please…don’t stop…” came Kana’s voice in a low whisper.
“But…” I started to respond.
“My neck is really stiff. You’re doing a good job…so please don’t stop now” she stated in a soft tone that just drove me wild.
Damn, dead but I still got needs. Ain’t this fucked up, I thought.
“Are you sure? I mean I’ll…go-go if you want me to” I asked, clear hesitation in my tone. Damn!
Kana had noted my worried tone and turned around with an eyebrow arched. “What’s wrong?” she inquired.
My eyes took in the full sight of her.

Her arms wrapped around her chest, covering yet pushing up her boobs. Her long hair looked black when wet and dark strands cascaded over her shoulders. One beautifully shaped led curved over lower regions modestly. She looked like some elegant Greek sculpture with her stance, but her being wet was something out of my wet dream. It took a lot to maintain a neutral expression. I guess she figured I didn’t always obey her privacy rules.
“Nothing…but…”
“I won’t yell at you if that’s what you’re worrying about” she replied giving a weak smile.
God, she’s so beautiful when she smiles.
“Well…if you want me to…”
“Yeah, I do” she finished off, turning around so her back faced me once again.
Keeping my cool I started my work again, rubbing her slender neck. It didn’t take long for those tantalizing sounds to return. I closed my eyes, focusing on something else. It seemed to be working.
“Len!” Kana gasped.
My eyes shot open to find my hands had taken a will of their own. Some how they had moved from Kana’s neck, over her shoulders, and now were comfortably cupping Kana’s succulent breasts.
My mind went blank, but my subconscious nature took over.

Without meaning to, my hands started to fondle her breasts. She moaned loudly. At that point my mind came back, unfortunately, its morals disappearing. Leaving raw need of a man. I couldn’t care less that Kana was alive and I was dead or she had an asshole boyfriend. All I cared about was my little butterfly and how I could make both our problems melt away.


Kana

I couldn’t believe what Len was doing. I thought for sure he had more self-control. I guess even death can’t stop a man’s hormones.
But it does feel good…Ack! No…stop…that’s so wrong…you’re engaged Kana! I yelled in my head.
“Len…” my breath caught in my throat as I felt his lips on my neck.
“Hush…you said you wanted this” he breathed huskily. Making shivers run rampant over my body.
“I said I want a…oh…a rub…aw…” I couldn’t stop the moans from coming out.
“That’s what I am doing” he replied in my ear before kissing it.
“Len, that’s…aw…not what I meant”
“Like you don’t know all men are dogs,” he answered in a deep voice.
Get a hold of yourself Kana! You’re engaged to…what’s his face…Chris…Chris! God, I am forgetting his name, I yelled in my head.
Yeah, but what his face cheated on you, came the annoying inner voice.
I know that! I will deal with it. I mean everyone makes mistakes.
You’re going to be one of “those” women? The voices argued.
No!
Then enjoy yourself.
But Len is dead for crying out loud!
Yeah, it took you this long to notice.
…That’s not the point!
Chris deserves this. He cheated on you for a meaningless fuck.
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Yeah, but I bet Len could make you scream more then Chris ever could. Him being dead makes it hotter.
That’s sick and wrong.
Most exciting things in life are wrong but that doesn’t stop people. Besides, Len cares about you more than Chris ever will.
No he doesn’t
Then why is he always there to hear you bitch about your problems? Why does always try to protect you? Comfort you? For the love of god he dished out justice to the bastard.
Shut up!
You know I am right.
…

“Len…” I whispered
“Its okay…I won’t hurt you…”
“I know you won’t…but…”
“Let me do this”

I had to pause. My head screaming at me this was wrong on so many levels, yet my heart pounding, screaming back it was right. The way he touched me, the way he talks, just all about him.
To hell with it.
I whirled around to face Len. He looked surprised, but that didn’t matter. Right then and there I leaned up and kissed him.
“Do…as you…want…” I managed to say.


Len

What the hell? What did she say? Is she giving me permission to…to…do her! God, what does she think I can do to her! Oh wow I’m spazzing there’s something you don’t see everyday.
I looked down in her pleading eyes. She wanted this; she wanted me to erase the pain inside her, if only for a short while.
“Kana…I…”
“Please…I need a distraction,” she whispered.
I felt a jolt a of hurt shoot through my being but quickly faded. I gazed at her with longing. There was no way I could say no to her. I held her to steal some of her energy so I could form a solid form. However, I haven’t ever done this. I mean sex…sure I have done that hundreds of times before, but never as a ghost. I had no idea if I could do it. I mean as ghost I did have an image of myself but I didn’t know if I still had my “friend” after all a ghost has no need for a dick. So do I still have it? God! What a dumb question to ask myself. Well there is no way to know if I don’t give this a go, I thought with humor. But then again can I really do this to her?
Kana’s lips dragged me from my thoughts. I instantly started to kiss back, it was slow, gentle; something I had never done before. Any other time I had kissed a woman, the kiss was fast and furious and meant nothing. All I had wanted was sex and nothing more, but now…I have no idea how to explain it…I guess the closes thing to say is…well for the first time in my existence, I feel…complete, content.
I guess this is the close to heaven I will get, I thought contently; it’s more than enough for me.
I started to kiss harder, a desperate need taking over my being. It is strange; I never felt like this or at least don’t remember feeling like this, but it didn’t matter. Kana is mine and only mine, fuck Chris, fuck Zane; this is what I wanted most. Kana pressed up against me, her hands in my hair, and her sweet lips on mine. God, this was heaven. I never felt so alive.
Our lips separated and I started kissing her neck.
“…Len…” I heard her weakly whisper, a smile formed on my face. It felt so right to hear her whisper my name. I was about to move lower when Kana went limp.
“Kana? K…” I suddenly stopped my statement as I felt the sensation of being wet. “What the…”
As a ghost I have limited sense of feel. Hot and cold, soft and rough are about the limit. I cannot feel wetness, like the spray of the shower. However, right now I can feel the warm water hit me, I feel it run over my skin. The sensation shocked me so bad that I almost dropped Kana. My attention instantly went to her.
Kana was out like a light, her warm skin was ice cold and her lips were turning blue. “Oh my god!” I said aloud. I couldn’t have sucked that much life force, could I? Then something clicked in my mind, “ Your host has to be excited, their blood coursing their veins” Samuel’s words echoed through my head.
“That’s the secret!”

Zane

I walked up the steps to my apartment building, happy to be out of the nasty whether. Rick and Tim…the guards at the door gave a respectful nod in my direction and I did the same for them.
The narrow and dirty hall of the building had a few people in it; some smoking, others talking, and two playing some cards. Each very different then the other, in appearance and race, but all them had the black bandanas with a silver snake on some part of their bodies. The simple clothe the sign of the members of the Black Vipers, a once legendary gang.
Yeah, like in once upon a time, in two years its already starting to loose the power it once held, I thought bitterly.
I moved forward into the hall stopping to gaze at the dirty mirror in the hall. I stared at my odd reflection. A twenty-five year old man, slender but tone in all the right places. Deep tanned skin; showing my African heritage, the signature black bandana controlled my long, stringy blood red hair that at the moment was tied in a low ponytail, and dull purple eyes stared back at me. Wow was I a mutt.
I once heard that purple eyes are the rarest of human traits. Whoever my parents were, they must’ve been a strange looking pair. I have an odd and appearance and an odd name, Zane Aitan. Who names their child that? Fuck, I don’t know and I don’t care…it’s my name. I guess no one can say I am not an original.
A smirk spread across my face, yeah I’m odd.
I moved my damp bangs from my eyes, before turning from the mirror to look down the hall. On cue one of the men talking in the corner ceased his conversation and walked over to me.
“Yo Zane. Any luck?” he asked coming up to me.
This is Tito, a Latino and second in command of the Black Vipers. His hair was short and gelled back, a thin mustache covered his upper lip with light black hair; diamond stud earring decorated his left ear, and the required bandana was wrapped tightly around his neck. He is shorter than me and more slander, but no mistake he is a strong guy.
I reluctantly, started to answer his question. “Yeah, Deon said he need some of our guys for a transport” I replied emotionlessly.
“Deon, man? Man he is nobody, es muy malo,” Tito complained.
“We got no choice. Since the downtown scene no one is respecting us as before”
“This is shit man…shit” Tito ranted in his Spanish accent, “We are behaving like dogs…starved dogs, man. If Len were…” he quickly cut off.
A glare formed on my face as I pushed passed Tito and up the stairs, looking for an escape.
“Zane, man. Don’t be like that” I heard Tito call out. I could hear his footsteps follow me.
I reached my apartment on the third floor, walking in the unlocked door. I didn’t have to worry about looters. I controlled this building and everyone living here was either a member to the Vipers or under the influence.
I wanted to slam the door in Tito’s face, but if I did that I wouldn’t hear the end of it from him. Tito was one of those people who needed to know everything. He needed every detail so he could come up with a plan. In his own way Tito is very logical. I guess that’s why he’s second in command…not my decision…but Len’s.

I plopped myself down on the warn couch.
Might as well make myself comfortable for the lecture that is to come, I thought dryly.
I knew I could easily dismiss Tito, but I know if I do that I would regret it later. After all Tito is the real reason the Vipers are not total demoted to a simple street gang. Tito’s organization with everything was the life’s blood of the gang. I resented him for it. Another prick rubbing my shortcomings into my face. However, I hated to admit it, but I did need Tito around.
Damn, insecurities never seem to leave you, do they?


On cue, Tito followed me into the apartment. He stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. It reminded of a disappointed parent. I guess I am a disappointment to the gang.
“Man, you need to stop this sulking shit. So we are in some bad times. We can get through it, man. We just need to be smart about it, man”
“Do you think I’m a good leader?” I suddenly asked. I look at Tito sardonically, waiting for his answer.
“…Course you are, man” he answered.
I didn’t miss the pause in his answer, which pricked at my nerves. “Just not as good as Len was, right?”
“No man, I mean…Len…he was…great…” he glanced nervously at me. He could see my face darken.
“Look, man, Len is not here anymore. He left you as second in command for a reason, yo. He believed in you and so do we, man,” he continued.
I really wanted to laugh. Yeah you all believe in me, what a crock of bull. I knew the only reason they followed me was because of Len’s words. Yeah, Len was a damn god and his words were the fucking commandments. Who the hell are they fooling? As long as they believe Len named me second in command they would follow blindly. Yeah…they don’t see me…they see the shadow of Len, fucking asses.
“Zane, Zane, man?” came Tito’s voice, breaking me from my thoughts. “You all right?”
“Yeah” I replied coolly “Your right, we need to be smart. For the time being get some people together to do the transport work for Deon and we’ll go from there. No screw ups this time”
“Right” replied Tito, turning to leave. Before he left the room, he called back to me. “I know you miss Len, Zane. Don’t let it get you down, man. Len wouldn’t want you to be like this, man” Then Tito disappeared out the door.

A few moments passed before I did laugh out loud. “Ha, yeah he wouldn’t want me to be depressed. He must hate me so much, the bastard”
I reached in front of me to the small coffee table, where a bottle of liquor stood. I took a big gulp, the clear liquid pouring down my throat.
“To you Len. Rest in peace, you bastard!” I said loudly to the empty apartment. I took another swig from the bottle. I began to remember the past, what I did with no shame.
A lone tear slid down my face. I whispered to no one, “I’m…sorry…Len…”