The Return: Shadow Souls Chapter 30

matted watched Mrs. Flowers go over Sheriff Mossbergs badge, holding it lightly in matchless(a) go past and running her fingers over it with the otherwise.The badge came from Rebecca, Sheriff Mossbergs niece. It had seemed entirely a coincidence when languor had al close to run into her earlier that day. t here(predicate)fore hed noniced that she was wearing a mans shirt as a dress. The shirt had been familiar a Ridgemont sheriffs shirt.Then he had seen the badge still attached to it. You could say a percentage of things ab emerge Sheriff Mossberg, exclusively you couldnt imagine him losing his badge. lethargy had forgotten wholly comprehend of g whollyantry and snatched at the little metal shield to begin with Rebecca could tour him. Hed had a sick noticeing in his stomach thence, and it had only gotten worse since. Mrs. Flowerss expression was doing nothing to comfort him.It wasnt in direct contact with his skin, she say softly, so the images I ticktack be haz y. only if oh, my dear bland she lifted shadowed eyes to his I am afraid. She shivered, sitting at her kitchen table chair, where two mugs of hot spiced milk sat untouched. lustrelessness had to sink his throat and touch the scalding milk to his lips. You think we need to go break through(a) to bear.We must, verbalize Mrs. Flowers. She shook her head, with its soft, wispy flannel curls, sadly. Dear Ma ma is most insistent, and I buns feel it too a peachy disturbance in this artifact. lethargy felt the faintest shade of pride tingeing his tending for having secured the artifact and then he thought, yeah, robbing badges from the shirts of twelve-year-old misfires is in truth something to be proud of.Mrs. Flowerss phonate came from the kitchen. Youd best put on s constantlyal shirts and sweaters as well as a pair of these. She emerged military position shipway through the kitchen door, holding s incessantlyal yen coats, apparently from the closet in front of the kit chen door, and several pairs of gardening gloves. prostrate jumped up to help her with the armfuls of coats and then went into a coughing fit as the feel of mothb every(prenominal)s and of something else, something spicy surrounded him.Why do I feel analogous Christmas? he give tongue to, forced to cough between each fewerer words.Oh, now that would be Great-Aunt Morwens clove preservation recipe, Mrs. Flowers replied. Some of these coats are from Mothers succession. lustrelessness believed her. still its still warm expose. Why should we wear coats at all?For protection, dear monotonous, for protection These dress possess spells woven into the hearty to safeguard us from disgust. up to now the gardening gloves? matt asked doubtfully.Even the gloves, Mrs. Flowers give tongue to firmly. She paused and then said in a quiet voice, And wed better pucker some flashlights, planeness dear, because this is something were going to have to do in the darkness.Youre kiddingN o, sadly, I am not. And we should let some rope to tie ourselves to contri preciselyeher. Under no circumstances must we enter the thicket of the Old Wood tonight.An minute later, Matt was still thinking. He hadnt had any appetite for Mrs. Flowerss hearty braised Eggplant au Fromage dinner, and the wheels in his brain full wouldnt stop turning.I wonder if this is how Elena feels, he thought, when shes putting together Plans A, B, and C. I wonder if she ever feels this stupid doing it.He felt a tightening around his heart, and for the three-hundred-thousandth time since hed left her and Damon, he wondered if hed d peerless the right thing.It had to be right, he told himself. It spite the worst, and thats the proof of it. Things that really, really hurt are the right thing to do. simply I further wanted to say ingenuous-bye to her. scarce if youd said peachyly enough-bye, youd never have left. Face it, moron, as far as Elena goes youre the worlds biggest loser. ever since she found a boyfriend she the the likes ofs ofd better than you, youve been working like you were Meredith and mediocre to help her keep him and keep away The Bad Guy. maybe you should get you all little matching T-shirts face I am a dog. I serve the Princess Ele SMACKMatt leaped up, and landed crouching, which was more than pain in the assful than it understanded in movies.Rattle-SmickIt was the loose shutter on the other side of the live. That first bang had really been a slam, though. The exterior of the boarding house was in pretty bad shape, and the wooden shutters in that respect somemultiplication suddenly came allow of their wintertime nails.But was it really just a coincidence? Matt thought, as soon as his heart had stopped galloping. In this boardinghouse where Stefan had spent so more time? Maybe somehow there were still remnants of his spirit around, tuned to what people thought within these halls. If so, Matt had just been given a solid whack to the solar ple xus, from the way he felt.Sorry, bud, he thought, almost saying it out loud. I didnt mean to pan your girl. Shes under a lot of pressure.Trash his girl?Trash Elena?Hell, hed be the first person to knock out any consistency who trashed Elena. Provided Stefan didnt use vampire tricks to get in front of himAnd what was it Elena always said? You cant be too prepared. You cant have too many subplans because, just as sure as beau ideal made a pesky shell around a peanut, your major plan was going to have some flaws.That was wherefore Elena also worked with as many people as possible. So what if C and D workers never needed to get involved. They were there if they were needed.Thinking this, and with his head feeling a lot clearer than it had since he had sold the Prius and given Stefans money to fair and Meredith for plane fare plus, Matt went to work.And then we took a walk around the estate, and power saw the apple orchard, and the orange orchard, and the cherry orchard, Bonnie tol d Elena, who was lying down, looking base and defense mechanismless, in her four-poster bed, which had been hung with dusty-gold sheer panels, right now held back by healthy tassels in various shades of gold.Bonnie was sitting comfortably in a gold upholstered chair that had been drawn to the bed. She had her small bare feet up on the sheets.Elena was not being a good patient. She wanted to get up, she insisted. She wanted to be able to walk around. That would do her more good than all the oatmeal and steak and milk and five- propagation-a-day visits from Dr. Meggar, who had issue to live at the estate.She k newly what they were all really afraid of, though. Bonnie had blurted it all out in one long sobbing, keening wail one night when the little redhead had been on duty beside her.Y-you screamed and all the v-vampires heard it, and Sage just picked up Meredith and me like two kittens, one under each arm, and he ran to where the screaming was. But b-by then so many people had go tten to you first You were unconscious nevertheless so was Damon, and somebody said, They-theyve been attacked and I th-think theyre dead And e precise-b-body was s-saying, Call the G-Guardians And I fainted, a little.Shhh, Elena had said kindly and cannily. Have some Black Magic to counterbalance it feel better.Bonnie had had some. And some more. And then shed gone on with the degree. But Sage mustve copen something because he said, Here, Im a doctor, and Im going to examine them. And you would really believe him, the way he said itAnd then he looked at both of you, and I guess he knew right away what happened, because he said, Fetch a military posture I need to take them t-to Dr. Meggar, my colleague. And the chick Fazina herself came and said that they could have one of her carriages, and just send it back wh-whenever. Shes sooooo lively And then, we got you two out the back way because there were were some bastards who said, let them die. They were real demons, white li ke snow, directed Snow Women. And then, then, we were just in the carriage and, oh my God Elena Elena, you died You stopped breathing twice And Sage and Meredith just unbroken doing CPR on you. And I I prayed so h-h-hard.Elena, fully into the story by now, had cuddled her, provided Bonnies tears kept coming back.And we knocked at Dr. Meggars as if we were going to break in the door in and and someone told him and he examined her and said, She unavoidably a transfusion. And I said, Take my blood. Because remember in school when we both gave blood to Jody Wright and we were practically the only ones who could do it because we were the same kind? And then Dr. Meggar got two tables designatey like that Bonnie had snapped her fingers and I was so panic-struck I could hardly hold still for the needle, alone I did. I did, somehow And they gave you some of my blood. And, meanwhile, you hunch over what Meredith did? She let Damon bite her. She really did. And Dr. Meggar send t he carriage back to the house to ask for servants who wanted a bonus because th-thats what its called here and the carriage came back full. And I dont know how many Damon bit, but it was a lot Dr. Meggar said it was the best medicine. And Meredith and Damon and all of us verbalizeed and we convinced Dr. Meggar to mould do here, I mean to live, and madam Ulma is going to turn that whole grammatical construction he was living in into a hospital for the poor people. And ever after that weve just been nerve-racking to get you well. Damon was fine the next morning. And Lady Ulma and Lucen and he I mean it was their idea but he did it, direct this pearl to Lady Fazina it was one that her father had never found a client rich enough to buy, because its so big, like a good handful in size but irregular, that means with twists and turns, and a lustre like silver. They put it on a thick chain and direct it to her.Bonnies eyes had filled again. Because she saved both you and Damon. Her carriage saved your lives. Bonnie had leaned forward to whisper, And Meredith told me its a secret, but not from you that being bitten isnt that bad. There And Bonnie, like the kitten she was, had yawned and stretched. I would have been bitten next, shed said almost wistfully, and quickly added, but you needed my blood. Human blood, but mine especially. I guess they know all active blood types here because they can taste and smell the differences. Then she gave a little jump and said, Do you want to look at the fox key half? We were so sure it was all over and wed never ever find it, but when Meredith went in the sleeping accommodation to get bitten and I promise that was all they did Damon gave it to her and asked her to keep it. So she did and she took good care of it and its in a little chest Lucen made out of something that looks like plastic but its not.Elena had admired the little crescent, but other than that there was nothing to do in bed but talk and read classical books or encyclopedias from Earth. They wouldnt counterbalance let her and Damon rest in the same room.Elena knew why. They were afraid she wouldnt just talk to Damon. They were afraid that she would get contiguous to him and smell his exotic familiar smell, made up of Italian bergamot, mandarin, and cardamom, and that she would look up into his desolate eyes that could hold universes inside the pupils, and that her knees would go half-hearted and shed wake up a vampire.They didnt know anything She and Damon had been safely exchanging blood for weeks before the crisis. If there was nothing to drive him out of sanity again, the way the pain had before, he would conduct himself like a perfect gentleman.Hm, Bonnie said, upon audition this protest, pushing a piffling throw reside around with toenails that had been multi-colour silver. I maybe wouldnt tell them that youve been exchanging blood so many times from the beginning. It might make them go Aha or something. You know, re ad something into it.Theres nothing to read into. Im here to collect my beloved Damon and Stefan is just helping me.Bonnie looked at her with her brows knitted and her mouth pursed, but didnt venture a word.Bonnie?Um-hm?Did I just say what I thought I said?Um-hm.Elena, with one motion, gathered an armful of pillows and deposited them on her face. Could you please tell chef that I want another(prenominal) steak and a big glass of milk? she requested in a muffled voice from under the pillows. Im not well.Matt had a new junk car. He was always able to get his hands on one when he really needed it. And now he was driving, in fits and starts, to Obaasans house.Mrs. Saitous house, he corrected himself hastily. He didnt want to tread on strange cultural customs, not when he was asking for a favor.The door at the Saitous was opened by a adult female Matt had never seen before. She was an pleasant womanhood, dressed very dramatically in a wide vermilion skirt or maybe in very wide red -faced pants she stood with her feet so far apart that it was hard to tell. She wore a white blouse. Her face was striking two swaths of straight black hair and a smaller, neater swath of bangs that came to her eyebrows.But the most striking thing of all about her was that she was holding a long curved marque, pointed directly at Matt.H-hi, Matt said, when the door swung open to reveal this apparition.This is a good house, the woman replied. This is not a house of evil spirits.I never thought it was, Matt said, retreating as the woman advanced. Honest.The woman shut her eyes, seemed to be searching for something in her own mind. Then, abruptly, she lowered the sword. You speak the truth. You mean no harm. Please come in.Thank you, Matt said. Hed never been so happy to have an sure-enough(a) woman accept him.Orime, came a thin, feeble voice from up steps. Is that one of the children?Yes, Hahawe, called the woman that Matt couldnt help thinking of as the woman with the sword.Send him up, why dont you?Of course, Hahawe.Ha ha I mean Hahawe? Matt said, turning a nervous laugh into a desperate sentence as the sword swung by his midriff again. Not Obaasan?The sword-woman smiled for the first time. Obaasan means grandmother. Hahawe is one of the ways to say mother. But mother wont mind at all if you call her Obaasan its a friendly greeting for a woman of her age.Okay, Matt said, difficult his best to seem like an all-around friendly guy.Mrs. Saitou gestured him up the stairs and he peeped into several rooms before he found one with a large futon in the exact middle of a completely bare floor, and in it a woman who seemed so tiny and doll-like as not to be real.Her hair was just as soft and black as the sword-womans downstairs. It was put up or arranged somehow so that it present around her like a halo as she set on the bed. But the dark lashes on the pale cheeks were shut and Matt wondered if she had fallen into one of the sudden slumbers of the elderly.But t hen quite abruptly, the doll-like peeress opened her eyes and smiled. Why, its Masato-chan she said, looking at Matt.Bad beginning. If she didnt scour own that a blond guy wasnt her Japanese friend from about lx years agoBut then she was laughing, with her small hands in front of her mouth. I know, I know, she said. Youre not Masato. He became a banker, very rich. Very thick. Especially in the head and the stomach.She smiled at him again. Sit down, please. You can call me Obaasan if you want, or Orime. My daughter was named for me. But life has been hard for her, as it was for me. Being a shrine maiden and a samuraiit takes discipline and more work. And my Orime did so welluntil we came here. We were looking for a town that would be peaceable and quiet. Instead, Isobel foundJim. And Jim wasuntrue.Matts throat swelled with the desire to defend his friend, but what defense could there be? Jim had spent one night with Caroline at Carolines pressing invitation. And he had becom e possessed and had brought that possession to his girlfriend Isobel, who had perforated her body grotesquely among other things.Weve got to get them, Matt found himself saying earnestly. The kit insolatee who started it all who started it with Caroline. Shinichi and his sister Misao.Kitsune. Obaasan was nodding her head. Yes, I said there would be one involved from the very beginning. Let me see I blithe some charms and amulets for your friends.And some bullets. I just sort of filled my pockets, Matt said, embarrassed, as he spilled out a jumble of different calibers on the edge of her futon cover. I even found some prayers on the entanglement about getting rid of them.Yes, youve been very thorough. Good. Obaasan looked at the hard copies hed printed of the prayers. Matt squirmed, knowing that he had only been running down Merediths To-Do list, and that the impute really belonged to her.Ill bless the bullets first and then Ill salvage out more amulets, she said. Put the amul ets wherever you need protection most. And, well, I suppose you know what to do with the bullets.Yes, maam Matt fumbled in his pockets for the last few, put them into Obaasans outstretched hands. Then she chanted a long, elaborate prayer holding her tiny hands out over the bullets. Matt didnt find the incantation frightening, but he knew that as a psychic he was a dud, and that Bonnie had probably seen and heard things he couldnt.Should I aim for any peculiar(prenominal) part of them? Matt asked, watching the old woman and trying to comprise along on his own copy of the prayers.No, any part of the body or head will do. If you take out a tail, youll make it weaker, but youll enrage it, as well. Obaasan paused and coughed, a small dry old-lady cough. earlier Matt could offer to run downstairs and get her a drink, Mrs. Saitou entered the room with a tray and three cups of tea in little bowls.Thank you for postponement, she said politely as she knelt fluidly to serve them. Matt foun d with the first drink that the steaming green tea was much better than hed expected from his few experiences at restaurants.And then there was silence. Mrs. Saitou sat looking at the teacup, Obaasan lay looking white and shrunken under the futon cover, and Matt felt a storm of words building up in his own throat.Finally, even though good sense was counseling him not to speak, he burst out, God, Im so sorry about Isobel, Mrs. Saitou She doesnt deserve any of this I just wanted you to know that I Im just so sorry, and Im going to get the kitsune whos at the bottom of it. I promise you, Ill get himKitsune? Mrs. Saitou said sharply, look at him as if hed gone mad. Obaasan looked on in pity from her pillow. Then, without waiting to gather up the tea things, Mrs. Saitou jumped up and ran out of the room.Matt was left speechless. I I Obaasan spoke from her pillow. Dont be too distressed, young man. My daughter, although a priestess, is very modern in her outlook. She would probably t ell you that kitsune dont even exist.Even after I mean how does she think Isobel ?She thinks that there are evil influences in this town, but of the ordinary, benevolent kind. She thinks Isobel did what she did because of the stress she was under, trying to be a good student, a good priestess, a good samurai.You mean, like, Mrs. Saitou feels guilty?She blames Isobels father for much of it. He is a salaryman back in Japan. Obaasan paused. I dont know why I have told you all this.Im sorry, Matt said hastily. I wasnt trying to snoop.No, but you care about other people. I wish Isobel had had a boy like you instead of her daughter.Matt thought of the pitiful visit hed seen at the hospital. Most of Isobels scars would end up invisible under her clothes presuming she learned to speak again. Bravely, he said, Well, Im still up for grabs.Obaasan smiled faintly at him, then put her head back down on the pillow no, it was a wooden headrest, Matt realized. It didnt look very comfortable. Its a huge pity when there has to be strife between a human family and the kitsune, she said. Because there are rumors that one of our ancestors took a kitsune wife.Say what?Obaasan laughed, again fuck concealing fists. Mukashi-mukashi, or as you say, long ago in the times of legend, a great Shogun became angy at all the kitsune on his estate for the devilry they made. For many long years they were up to all sorts of pranks, but when he suspected them of ruining the crops in the fields, that was it. He roused every man and woman in his household, and told them to take sticks and arrows and rocks and hoes and brooms and flush out all the foxes that had dens on his estate, even the ones between the attic and the roof. He was going to have every private fox killed without mercy. But the night before he did this, he had a dream in which a beautiful woman came and said she was trustworthy for all the foxes on the estate. And, she said, while it is true that we make mischief, we repa y you by eating the rats and mice and insects that really spoil the crops. Wont you agree to take your anger out just on me and execute me alone instead of all the foxes? I will come at dawn to hear your answer.And she kept her word, this most beautiful of kitsune, arriving at dawn with twelve beautiful maidens as attendants, but she outshone all of them just as the moon outshines a star. The Shogun could not contain himself to kill her, and in fact asked for her hand in marriage, and married her twelve attendants to his twelve most loyal retainers as well. And it is said that she was always a faithful wife, and bore him many children as fierce as Amaterasu the sun goddess, and as beautiful as the moon, and that this continued until one day the Shogun was on a journey and he happened to accidentally kill a fox. He hurried home to explain to his wife that it hadnt been intentional, but when he arrived he found his household in mourning, for his wife had already left him, with all hi s sons and daughters.Oh, too bad, Matt muttered, trying to be polite, when his brain elbowed him in the ribs. Wait. But if they all leftI see youre an attentive young man, the sensitive old woman laughed. All his sons and daughters were goneexcept the youngest, a girl of peerless beauty, although she was just a child. She said, I love you too much to leave you, dear father, even if I must wear a human shape all my life. And that is how we are said to be descended from a kitsune.Well, these kitsune arent just causing mischief or ruining crops, Matt said. Theyre out to kill. And we have to fight back.Of course, of course. I didnt mean to upset you with my little story, Obaasan said. Ill write out those amulets for you now.It was as Matt was leaving that Mrs. Saitou appeared at the door. She put something into his hand. He glanced down at it and saw the same calligraphy that Obaasan had given him. just that it was much smaller and written onA Post-it note? Matt asked, bewildered.Mrs. Saitou nodded. Very useful for slapping on the faces of demons or the limbs of trees or such. And, as he stared at her in complete amazement, My mother doesnt know all there is to know about everything.She also handed him a sturdy dagger, smaller than the sword she was still carrying, but very serviceable Matt instanter cut himself on it.Put your faith in friends and your instincts, she said.Slightly dazed, but feeling encouraged, Matt drove to Dr. Alperts house.