Ryder came into view a few feet away from me as Z came up the middle of the cemetery keeping a safe distance from me. I watched the awe in Ryder's eyes. Not many knew we could do this, light up like a freaking Christmas tree, only white.
He just stood there looking them over much as Billy and Mrs. Gracie did. I could see the darkness surrounding him in this view. It was much better than second sight. I could see though and surprisingly, besides the darkness I knew would be there, he had a pure soul.
"You glow in the dark Synthia," he said softly as if he was afraid he would wake the dead.
I didn’t reply, he wouldn’t understand me if I did since I'd taken the powers I was using from the dead. Which meant it would come out in different languages and maybe even some Latin.
He watched me as I turned my eyes to the grave in front of me and swallowed, trying to calm the power inside of me, to dump it from where I had borrowed it from. I felt his eyes taking in every spell that was visible on my arms since I'd left in a tank top and jeans with sandals since I'd dressed in a hurry.
I felt power slinking away slowly as my mind grasped onto the part where he and his men were inside sanctioned and spelled grounds. "Grounds, not for you they be." I winced as my words came out sounding as Yoda.
His lips twisted up into a wicked grin. "Be as that as it may, I told the guard you were mine. You stole my car."
"Borrowed it I did, return it I will."
Oh bloody fucking hell.
"Okay Yoda, can I have the woman whose body you stole back?"
"My body it is, yours I am not. Dead I speak until drained I am," I smiled unable to help myself. The expression on his beautiful face was priceless.
"You speak the dead?"
I smiled knowing he wouldn’t be able to make sense of it. Billy chose that moment to poke his head up from the ground and wink at me. "Billy, you knew they were here?" I said to him but Ryder wouldn’t hear it as such, he'd hear some weird Yoda version.
I watched the child bob his head happily before he went to ground again. I raised my eyes in time to catch Ryder staring at the ground in which Billy had been in. "See the dead you do."
"You can raise the dead." Not a question, statement.
I nodded carefully watching his face register the news.
"But you cannot raise your parents or your boyfriend," he continued.
I shook my head from side to side ignoring the pain those words always brought with them. The light around us started to dim as the power diminished back to where it had come from slowly. Ryder narrowed his eyes as if he was considering the implications of what I had done tonight.
"What are you?" He asked carefully his eyes sizing me up.
I narrowed my eyes at him and pointed to my brands. He nodded his head, right before he scratched it while his features turned questioning. The music changed before he could ask any more questions.
I watched him and Z both jump as if they were under attack, but I knew it was only the ghosts getting in one last dance. They liked to scare anyone who came in on our time together. Not that I was anything special.
I laughed as Billy blasted House of Pain's Jump Around and did just that along with the rest of the ghosts before my power drained. My head bobbed with him as a smile lifted across my lips. This was my favorite part of coming here.
Ryder and Zahruk both looked at me like I was nuts as I danced with the ghost when Billy insisted. Dancing with the dead, boy they would think I was completely nuts now. I shouted over the music to Billy who would tell the rest. "Next time dance sooner! Powers fading. I should be back in a few weeks."
I turned to Ryder who wasn’t watching my face as I jumped around in place. His eyes were locked on my boobs which were bouncing even in the confines of the bra I wore. Billy saw it too, kid was crazy…or well he was dead so it wasn’t like he could be killed again. His finger was pointing at Ryder and me while he continued to jump up and down.
Zahruk was trying to count the dead jumping around instead of watching bouncing boobs. I knew the instant he figured out there were thousands of them, more ghosts than headstones stood inside the cemetery and I'd brought most of them here. His eyes flew to mine and locked even as I still jumped with Billy.
"Necromancer," he growled in warning.
I shook my head slowly, carefully. I wasn’t a necro, but I could manipulate the dead like one. It was just something I could do since I'd taken on dark arts. As the song died off, I turned to look at it from their eyes. I had a cemetery of dead, dancing to some—one—hit—wonder from the nineties. They all jumped in perfect unison even though their feet never touched the ground.
"You need to explain how the hell you can raise that many spirits," Ryder growled.