So, I wasn’t going to write another part to this story. It came out of nowhere and I intended it to be a standalone piece. But then comments asked to know where it goes. When I sat down to write a piece of fiction as I felt like writing, it naturally became a part of Ginny and James’s story. If you have read the first & second parts, then I would love to know how well you think this part ties in with it and as always constructive feedback always welcome.
Ginny & James: You Will Be Mine.
Cassie walked away from her and off into the dark night. She felt the chill as the cold November air tickled the back of her neck. She tried hard not to freak out when the hairs on her arm stood to attention. Picking up her pace she rounded the corner onto Main Street and was glad of the illumination from the street lights above.
Sneaking a quick glance over her shoulder, Cassie laughed at herself and her stupid over active imagination. She had walked this walk countless times and it was less than 120 seconds from start to finish. She counted one chilly December evening not long after her twice-weekly visits to see Maisie started. That was all it took to get from Maisie’s duplex just off the one side of Main Street to her own bungalow sitting just behind it on the other side.
It was once a busy thriving shopping street. Stores lined its length from end to end in its heydey. But those days were resigned to memories only. Cassie herself wasn’t quite old enough to remember but Maisie was. She reminisced enough during their evenings together, that Cassie felt like she had almost lived that long ago era herself. The reality was that Main Street was long past its busy and bustling best thanks to the out of town shopping centres strategically placed on both ends of the small town.
Before she knew it she was turning the corner and on the home straight. It was only 8.30 pm but the dark nights were deceptive and despite the early evening hour, it felt like the dead of night. Cassie fumbled in her bag for her keys. Chiding herself for not being prepared, her quivering fingers feeling the night chill despite being currently wrapped in her chunky knit scarf that Maisie knitted for her last year in the depths of her oversized handbag.
There it was again. That feeling that something was watching her, or someone. Cassie picked up the pace, almost as fast as her mind as it raced through all the various scenarios she could imagine. Nearly there she muttered under her breath as she almost ran past the Mr and Mrs Marks town house. 3 more houses to go she chanted in her head, 3 more houses……….
Ginny laughed to herself as she watched Cassie slowly unravelling. She was playing with her and even though this kind of game was beneath her, it was still fun. She observed the girl as she hurried home, heart beat pulsating to its own dance track. Ginny could feel each heartbeat and the scent of fear she was emitting was overpowering to a demon such as herself. It was what she lived for. Sure the eventual murder at the end of the chase was fun too. But Ginny thrived on the thrill of the chase. On the fear and desperation as they realise that there is no escape.
She watched as Cassie fumbled with her keys in the lock. Oh, how she got to them all so easily. Their fears so easy to pinpoint and even easier to bring to life. Cassie’s was a little bit harder than usual but still just as delicious she thought as she rolled around the taste on her tongue. Cassie made it through the door and locked it from the inside as Ginny took her place outside the bedroom window.
Leaning against the door, Cassie inhaled deeply to calm her nerves and laughed nervously at herself. Tapping away on her Samsung she sent a message to Maisie to let her know she was home safe. Ha, she laughed at herself, safe, I’m sat here shaking on the floor. What on earth has gotten into me? Cassie forced herself up off the floor and double checked that every window in the house was closed and locked. But she still couldn’t shake that feeling that someone was watching her. Even 2 hours later when she went to bed. The last time she felt this terrified, Cassie was 7 years old and had accidentally walked in on one of her older cousins watching Poltergeist.
Tonight she would most definitely be sleeping with the light on. She so desperately wanted to call James but she knew he was on a night shift. The deputy sheriff job came with a lot of responsibility and crazy shift patterns. She accepted that when she met him 3 months ago. But a quick text wouldn’t hurt would it? Just to say good night…..
Ginny’s interest piqued when she felt her prey think of James. I suppose neither of us can have the man we want tonight can we, she thought to herself. Just the mere mention of his name sent Ginny into a rage she struggled to control even now. She thought this time would be different. They told her it would be different. For 500 years Ginny and James had loved and fought. Every time she let him go knowing one day he would be back. A new body, a new name but the same soul that loved her once and would love her again. Eternity was a long time when you’re alone. Even for a powerful demon such as she.
The prophecy read that when the name is bestowed once more, the flames of love would rage forever more. This was that time. James was James again. Not Johann, or Clint. There was a Mark, who met an early fate depriving Ginny of the chance to fix the love she destroyed. But now he was James again. But nowhere in the scripts did it mention that he would be recruited to into the coven of Demon Hunters whose sole aim was to rid the world of demons just like her. She definitely wasn’t banking on him hunting her and trying to destroy her once and for all. Ginny hoped that that just like all his previous lives, James didn’t remember any of their past together. If he knew the way to destroy her was to remove her green heart. The one kept locked away in her memories in a place only she knew. Well, then Ginny may as well give up now. But he didn’t each previous life was wiped clean ready for their fated love to rekindle once more
She needed him to love her before he destroyed her. Ginny wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. She wanted him to be next to her and rule the world with fear. Turning her attention to the now dozing Cassie, Ginny cackled to herself and thought how fun the next few days were going to be. If she couldn’t have James, no one could.