Body and Soul (Body and Soul Trilogy) (3 page)

Kate repositioned herself, afraid of looking weak in front of her new, potential friends. When she couldn’t gain the control she sought from repositioning herself, she began to panic. The line started to pull quickly, the fish escaping, making its way back into the ocean. Kate’s fingers fumbled over the reel, trying to get a grip.

Just when Kate thought that the fish would pull the entire pole from her grasp, she felt Rico’s strong arms around her. He held the pole with her, taking her hand and gripping the reel in one swift motion. Kate couldn’t help but feel Rico’s warmth, his rough hands. Together, they pulled the fishing line back in, and Kate gasped when a decently sized fish emerged from the ocean.

“They can be pretty ferocious,” Rico said, letting go of the pole as soon as the fish was close enough to seize. He leaned over the edge and pulled it closer to the dock, expertly taking the hook from the fish’s mouth before tossing it back out into the water. He baited Kate’s hook and, taking the pole from Kate, cast it for her. She noticed that he made sure not to touch her again. Kate knew better than to fall for Adriana’s type, so she saw no reason for Rico to start being careful around her now. He didn’t seem concerned a moment before and his sudden aversion confused Kate. She found her thoughts focusing on the moments he spent touching her skin.

“Thank you,” she said at last, her voice unsteady.

“Hey, there’s no need to be worried about the next one. You’ll get it next time. You’ll be more prepared,” he said reassuringly.

Kate looked at him and smiled, feeling better already.

The sun was setting when Adriana and Rico dropped Kate off at her house. She stepped inside the warm house, the stifling heat already smothering her. After being in the warm sun all day, the heat inside was almost unbearable, and Kate knew that she would not sleep well. She wandered into the kitchen and placed her leftover lobster in the refrigerator, thinking about the meal she shared with Rico and Adriana. Adriana had pointed out her favorite local seafood restaurant after they made their way back up the dock, and they had wandered into the place, hungry and tired. The food had been delicious, the water refreshing, the conversation delightful.

Kate
turned to find her mother and father watching a movie in the living room, snuggling on the couch. She watched them for a moment before walking over and taking a seat on the couch next to them. She ran her fingers over the familiar cracked leather, feeling its cool surface.

“How was your day, honey?” her mother asked
suddenly.

“It was actually kind of fun,” Kate said
, surprised. She paused for a moment, still upset with Blaire. She thought that it would be better to keep her distance and guard her heart from disappointment, but could sense her mother and father waiting for her to continue. In the end she did.

“That fish must have been pretty strong,” Blaire said when Kate finished her story. She looked at her daughter, noting her flushed cheeks at the mention of the fish.

Kate raised her eyes so that she looked at her mother and nodded. She could feel a flash of hope surge through her body, a hope that she and her mother could have a real relationship, a real bond; but in that same instant Kate stood up, shaking her head to erase the nonsensical thought that she and her mother would ever connect, and walked out of the room.

When Kate reached her bedroom she glanced out the window at the waves, and was startled to see a dark
figure walking across the beach; his silhouette was lit by the moon’s soft glow. Kate walked to the window and pressed her face against the screen, squinting and searching for that shape in her mind. It wasn’t Rico; Rico was much taller, his muscles leaner than the figure outside her house. She pressed her thoughts, trying to associate this man’s figure with the one trapped inside her mind, knowing that she didn’t have much time before the figure retreated beyond her sight. When it clicked, she wished it hadn’t.

The man walking past her window was the same man that attacked her last night; Kate could sense the rightness in her thoughts, and was certain that it was him.

Chapter 4

Kate stepped back from the window slowly. She hadn’t turned on the light when she entered, and was thankful that her assailant didn’t know she was in her room. She leaned into the shadows, welcoming them, begging them
to conceal her whereabouts. Kate watched the man’s figure move slowly, afraid that he could hear her racing heart, afraid that he would find out where she lived. She was afraid that he would come after her again.

Kate continued to step back, and hit a creaky f
loorboard. She stopped suddenly and flung her arms out to balance herself. In her haste, Kate smacked the contents on her dresser, knocking over glass vases and perfume bottles. She listened in horror as the bottles collided and fell down, smashing on the floor in a loud crash. Down below, the figure stopped walking, and Kate stifled a scream as she sensed his eyes piercing the walls of the house, locking on her.

The figure began t
o walk toward Kate. He took large steps and swung his arms in wide arcs; his speed indicated that he had a purpose. Kate stood frozen, wondering why her parents didn’t care about the collision they should have heard coming from her bedroom. She stepped back involuntarily and cut her foot on a shard of glass. It lodged in her foot, almost causing her to cry out in pain. This was it; no one would even know or care about what had happened, because no one heard a thing. The figure was about fifty feet from the deck now, and Kate braced herself, deciding not to underestimate him.

When he was so close that Kate couldn’t see his outline any longer, she closed her eyes, waiting for his rou
gh hands to grab her shoulders, to stifle her screams. Nothing happened, and Kate peeked after a couple minutes passed. The man hadn’t broken through her second story window yet, and she strained to hear his footsteps on the deck below. Kate heard nothing. She wondered, momentarily, if he had given up.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Kate hobbled to her bed and sat on the edge. The shard of glass was beginning to hurt. She started to lift her foot and ended up s
lamming it back down in alarm when she heard pushing and shoving from below. The glass dug deeper into her foot, sending shocks of pain up her leg, but Kate stood up and stumbled to the window. She couldn’t see anything; the scuffle was too close to the house.

Kate relied on her ears instead
and pressed one of them to the screen, listening for any indication that her father had caught the creepy man. She halted her thoughts a moment, afraid for her father’s safety. The man could be dangerous or could have a weapon. If he wanted Kate so badly as to come after her two nights in a row, who knew what he was capable of. Kate turned then, half-walking, half-hopping to the door. She had to get to her mother, to warn her. She had to call the police.

A short silence and a sudden bang on the scr
een enticed Kate to turn around; she was morbidly curious about the person on the other side.

A dark figure clung to
her window. Kate’s eyes widened in alarm, and she stepped backward, reaching for the doorknob.

“Kate, its Rico. Please let me in.” Rico’s familiar voice was a quiet whisper, a calmi
ng breeze on a hot afternoon. Kate exhaled, not realizing that she had been holding her breath for quite a while. She breathed in deeply, steeling herself.

“What are you doing?” she whispered back.

“Saving your life. What did you think I was doing?” he retorted. His voice sounded strained and annoyed, and Kate imagined that the scuffle must have been hard on him. He breathed, calming his voice so that he didn’t scare Kate further. “Come on, Kate. Please let me in. It’s not easy holding on out here. I’m not Spiderman or anything.”

Kate staggered to the window, afraid of what her foot would look like when she turned the light on.
She could feel her sticky blood and knew that it covered her foot and, possibly, the bamboo floors.

When Kate reached the window she expertly pressed the screen in at its weakest points and wrapped her fingers around the edges so that it wouldn’t plummet toward the ground. She pulled it in and stepped back, allowing Rico to enter her bedroom.

“Thank you,” he said before wiping his palms on his jeans. Kate watched as he stood up, straightening himself out. “You’ve gotten yourself in a lot of trouble, Kate. What did you do, pissing off a demon like that? He could kill you.”

Kate stepped back involuntarily, his words like venom. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She was the victim in this situation; she didn’t start this. And what was with him calling
the man a demon? Of course he was evil, but demon was a pretty harsh word, even for a serial murderer.

“Well?” he asked again, his tone urgent, condescending. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kate said. “That man just tried to attack me. He’s crazy, and you think I started it?”

“Demon, not man,” he corrected. “Believe me; you would know if he was just a man.”

“Just a man? Demon? You’re the one that’s starting to act crazy. Remind me, why did I think it was a good idea to let you in?”

“Because I saved your life, Kate. Now come on, let’s make progress. We don’t need to keep circling around the same issues. The man is a demon, a child of Darkness, Kate.”

“Fine,” she said, knowing that she wouldn’t get any more answers out of Rico right now, especially since he wasn’t stable. The fight with that man must have ended with a concussion or something on his part.

“Now, tell me what happened after I left you yesterday. I know you lied earlier.
I could tell by your voice.”

Kate stood in silence for a moment, gauging Rico. She could sense his quiet confidence, his need to hear the truth from her; she could somehow tell that it was important, that she needed to tell him even if she thought he was slightly insane. She bit her cheek and shifted her weight so that she put no pressure on her injured foot, giving herself time to figure out what she would say. In the end, the truth was better, easier.

“That man attacked me last night. I got away, though.” Kate looked at the floor, ashamed and embarrassed for some reason.

“Did you tell your parents?”

“Not yet,” she admitted. “But I plan on telling them now that he’s come back,” she added.

“Don’t tell them. They won’t understand and the cops won’t be able to help you. In fact, that will make him angrier. It’s a good thing that you didn’t tell your parents, Kate. We don’t want them involved in this.”

Kate bristled. “Don’t tell me what I should and shouldn’t do, Rico. That man is crazy and we need the cops to help us put him behind bars. Now that he knows where I live I don’t have a choice; I have to tell someone before he makes it into my room.”

Rico sighed, shaking his head. This was going to take all night to explain, he thought. He decided to start at the beginning, because starting in the middle wouldn’t work with Kate.

“Look, sit down. It’s going to take a while, but you need to hear this,” he stressed.

“I need to
get a bandage first,” Kate whispered. “I cut my foot earlier and the glass is stuck in it.” She started to move toward the bathroom that was connected to her room but Rico held out his hand, palm facing her.

“Sit,” he said. “I’ll get it.”

Kate watched as Rico walked to the bathroom and turned on the light. He dug through her drawers, coming back with bandages, alcohol and tweezers. He sat down on the bed in front of her and placed the supplies on Kate’s bookshelf. Using the dim light that escaped the bathroom, he gently lifted Kate’s leg, exposing the bottom of her foot. She knew that it was bad, she could tell just by looking at it, but she was thankful that Rico showed no emotion when looking at the wound; it helped to calm her down while he took out the glass shards and cleaned it.

Kate noticed Rico’s rough, yet somehow soft, hands. They worked quickly and skillfully, like he had done this sort of thing before. He was gentle but firm, making sure that he did everything correctly the first time, so that he wouldn’t have to go back or start over. Kate marveled at the fact that he didn’t touch her skin if he didn’t have to, and then when he did, it wasn’t for very long.

“There you go,” he said, getting up to toss out the bloody gauze. He put all of the supplies back before making his way back toward Kate’s bed.

“Thank you,” Kate mumbled when he came back. “I appreciate your help. I don’t know if I could have done that myself.”

“Anytime,” he said and smiled. “Now get comfortable. I have a story to tell you.”

Rico
repositioned himself so that he was facing Kate; his back leaned against the wrought iron footboard. He crossed his legs and extended them so that his black Converse sneakers hung off the edge. One arm hung over the metal footboard, tracing the intricate spiral details of the wrought iron; the other rested in his lap.

Kate grabbed a pillow, snuggling with it as she sat back against the headboard,
and curled up, her knees touching her chest, the pale, floral blanket wrapped around her legs. She watched Rico formulate his ideas; his eyebrows knitted together, and Kate could tell that he was deciding what to say and how to say it. She watched his silent war with a strange sense of fascination.

“You know h
ow the universe formed, Kate?” Rico asked, probing her thinking.

“Of course,” she answere
d. “A star exploded, and bang, hello world. You know, the big bang theory,” she added, seeing his look of incredulity.

“The big bang theory was invented by a demon scientist to lure people away from the light. It’s not true.”

“Why do you keep mentioning demons like they’re real? I mean, I’ve seen the exorcist too, but it doesn’t mean that demons are real.”

“Demons
are
real, Kate.” Rico paused, giving Kate a moment to pause and reflect, to mull over the possibility in her mind, to disagree if she had to. When she didn’t speak, he moved on.

“A long, long time ago, before the beginning of time
, Light and Darkness were at peace. They sort of lived like friendly neighbors, inhabiting the universe, creating galaxies and planets because they could. After a while, they grew lonely and decided to create living beings that would act as their children. Light created humans, mortal bodies with immortal souls. Darkness created demons, immortal bodies with no soul.” Rico paused again and waited.

Kate nodded to show that she was following, and Rico continued.

“Humans were made to live on planet Earth and demons were made to live on another planet, Lilith. Demons were never meant to inhabit this planet, but they do now. You see, demons are evil in nature, their sole purpose is to hate, to destroy. Endless battles raged on Lilith, and eventually there was nothing left except the demons’ bodies. Darkness, in a fit of anger and greed, took the demons and placed them here, on Earth.

Light grew angry with Darkness for doing this. Humans, and their mortal bodies, died at the hands of the
demons, who – as I said before – were created to destroy everything. That was the end of peace between Light and Darkness.” Rico paused again and looked up at Kate. He looked into her grey eyes, eager to read her thoughts, her emotions.

“What happened next?” Kate’s question came out as a whisper, so quiet that Rico could hardly hear what she said.

“Well, there were wars,” he said. “Every great war in history has happened as a result of arguments between humans and demons.”

“B
ut we’ve won some of those wars, the humans I mean. How is that possible? Aren’t demons scary monsters with sharp claws and jagged teeth?”

Rico chuckled. “We’ll get to that
stuff later. I need to explain some other things first. I need to explain the initial war, the one that started it all. This war wasn’t just fought among demons and humans; Light and Darkness actually fought one another too. This battle was the worst; millions of humans died, their souls ripped from their bodies by the demons that craved them.” He looked at Kate’s face when he said this, registering her shock and disgust, and smiled to himself.

“The demons, however, could not take the human souls. Instead, they found that they could inhabit human bodies, sharing the soul with the human owner. This is what people now label as being possessed. The human bodies resisted to this new torture, expelling the demons that claimed them.” Rico paused, tracing the floral pattern on Kate’s blanket.

Kate watched him, entranced by the story that he told. She was worried that it was true but also tried to convince herself that it wasn’t, that it could never be true. She untangled herself from the blankets, suddenly warm. He looked up at her and tore his hand away from the blanket, a look of sadness swirling within his cobalt eyes.

“I’m not frightened,” Kate said. “You don’t have to feel like you need to protect me.” She shivered despite the truth in her words.

“You’re cold,” he said. “Take the blanket. Wrap it around yourself.”

“I’m not cold,” Kate said,
confused.

Rico looked in
to Kate’s eyes, and she could feel the sadness he felt. It was terrible knowing that there were evil beings out there possessing humans every day. Maybe the man that she met earlier was attempting to share her soul, to possess Kate’s body. Kate shivered once more at that final thought and focused her attention on Rico. He sighed before continuing again.