Crescent Bound (57 page)

I walk over to Alberto
, lifting
his hand and watch it drop to his lap, yep, complete dead weight. All the times before Megan somehow arranged it so we are at the
guy
’
s
house or a place where he can crash for the time being.  Why on earth did we do it here? 

Megan shifts next to me and in a sarcastic voice,
“
I think I have a wheel barrel out in the garage, want me to go check?
”
  She smiles so innocently, but I know her better than that, she would hit the road and not even look back and think it was the most comical thing in the world. 

I grab her arm and smile innocently back and say,
“
Oh
,
no you don
’
t, your ass is staying right here and helping out. Now listen to me…
”
I look directly into her eyes, changing my
voice to
a subtle hypnotic tone,
“
Megan, you
are
going to use your telekinesis
,
I want you to concentrate, just visualize moving his arm at first,
okay
?
”
 

She nods slowly and turns towards Alberto, nothing at first, but
I remain patient.  Lisa appears
next to me and I raise a finger to my lips signaling for her to be quiet.  Then suddenly Alberto
’
s right arm
rises
up and hovers in midair. 

Megan looks
over at us and smiles proudly,
“
I think we can do it, this will be so kick ass!
”
  Megan is bubb
ling with excitement that she’
s able to move something larger than a pencil.

“
Five cheers for Megan
,
”
I
say
,
“
b
ut I
’
m not ready to bring out my pom
-
poms yet
.
”
Lisa
looks thrilled too
as she leans over to me. 

“
This is fun.
”
I roll my eyes at them and think
we
haven
’
t even moved him off the couch let alone out of the room.

Taking in a deep breath I say,
“
Come on
ladies;
let
’
s
get th
is
show on the road.
”
  Megan turns back to Alberto and focuses once a
gain.  This time I am impressed,
s
he actually has his entire body off the couch and
just
sl
ightly dragging the floor.  He’s almost
to the doorway when he suddenly drops to the ground with a loud thump.  Megan puts a hand over her mouth and looks at me.

“
Oops!
”
  I motion my hand in a manner to keep going.

I walk by Lisa and whisper
,
“
Better go grab some pillows for Alberto, I may not be psychic, but I get this uncanny feeling he
’
s going
to
feel some pain tomorrow.
”
  Lisa shifts out of the room and I can hear her laughing as she leaves.

By the time we have Alberto by the front door Megan is leaning heavily against the wall.

“
I don
’
t see how David makes it look so easy, why didn
’
t we just do the mind sweep on him here in the foyer?
”
I open up the door.

“
David has been doing this for a long time now, and if you wouldn
’
t find human men so enticing maybe we wouldn
’
t be doing this at all.
”
  I sigh and look at her,
“
Come on Meg, just a little further, shape your energy, pull it together and gently
float
him down the steps.
”
I tried using a calm voice as I watch her focus. His body ever so slowly ascends and hovers out the door and just above the steps.  I
’
m thinking
yes
, you
’
ve got it
and then he falls.  We both watch his unconscious body roll and bounce down the steps.  I look back
at
her and say,
“
When you said
“
This was going to be kick
-
ass
”
were
you referring to his ass per se
?
”
Megan rolls her eyes at me.

With a t
ired
expression
on her face Megan says
,
“
Are we close enough to Lisa
’
s car now?
”

I can tell her energy is drained and since he did roll down, he really is just a few feet away from the car.  Megan and I grab an arm each and haul him to the passenger door.  Lisa uses her air element in helping us lift his body up into the seat.  I
reach over
and buckle him in, checking for any cuts or bruis
es
. 
I see a
few on his arm, so I place my hands tenderly on him and focus my healing energy into his wounds. He will definitely feel sore tomorrow, poor bloke for falling in love with a witch.

Megan starts walking toward
her Porsche.  I shift in front of her,
“
And where do you think your going?
”
 

She crosses her arms over her chest
and retorts
,
“
You and Lisa can follow me to his house.
”
  I give her a smirk and point towards the motorcycle.

“
And what about that?
”
She glances over at it like it
’
s some kind of alien insect. 

Shrugging her shoulders
,
“
Maybe one of the guys can come by later and take it back.
”
  I hold out my hand to her.
“
Really? Well I
’
m not
sure about that, why don
’
t you go get his helmet and bring it
to
me.
”
  Megan stands there studying me for a moment.  I want this whole situation resolved with no loose ends, and yes, I know how to ride a bike. 

Megan shifts away
and
then back
again
with the helmet.  I point over to Lisa, sitting patiently in her Celica with Mr. Alberto riding shotgun,
“
Ride with Lisa and show her where to go, I
’
ll follow,
”
I tell her
and
then
shift to the bike.

My cell rings,
“
Hey?
”

Marc
’
s voice has concern in it,
“
Where are you?
”
  I think about it for a second.  How do I explain, and then Lisa starts driving away.  I pull the bike off its kickstand and start up the Ferrari.

“
Hey, let me call you back, I
’
m test driving a Ferrari, love.
”
Marc laughs. 

I can imagine his expression. 
“
You do that, babe
,
”
h
e says and hangs up. 
I slide the cell into my jeans, put the helmet on and take off.  The bike rides like a Ferrari
should;
it
’
s nothing close to any motorcycle I have ever experienced.  It literately glides down the road.

I sway from one lane to the other, in and out of the cars on the highway.  Shifting the gears with such ease, I lean my body down more.  This bike
’
s aerodynamics
is
designed so you ride it in a hunched-over position.  I soon fall for my new found fascination with crotch-rockets.  I have my
iPod
on and a song called
,
“
As The Rush C
omes
”
begins playing.  Can it get more perfect than this? 

I shift again moving the bike faster, pushing it to
the
limit. I rocket pass Lisa and Megan like they are at a complete stand still and quickly decide I better slow it down, either, I  may miss the turn or more likely for me, I
’
ll have the cop
s pull me over.  So I down
and drift the bike back behind Lisa
’
s car.

We finally arrive at Alberto
’
s home and return him safely on his couch.  I wonder about placing him on his bed upstairs, but Megan quickly reassures me that she had no intentions of dragging him up a flight of never
-
ending stairs.  Once we have him settled, Megan leans over and kisses him attentively on the lips. I can hear her whispering in his ear.

“
Goodbye my Italian stallion, I
’
ll never forget you.
”
  I narrow my glare. 

“
Oh, come on, already, we should have been at the track by now.
”
  I pull on her arm and lead her out to the car.

Chapter 36

We have a couple of
hours to drive until we arrive at
the IWDR
, short for International Witch Drag Racing track
.  So, I ask Lisa if she carries any extra clothes with her
,
and she surprisingly nods and points towards the back of the car.  Megan reaches over to a small pink designer duffle bag and rummages through an array of different style
s of
attire
.

“
What exactly do you and
Dawson
do
, Lisa, that would cause a girl like you to need suc
h a vast assortment of clothing?
”
Megan asks with a dark, intriguing brow.
Lisa places both her hands on the steering wheel t
ightly and replies back with a shy expression.

“
Some
times
,
things can get kind of…ripped, or soaked or lost from…..uh, the rain, I don
’
t know, but you know the girl scout motto;
Readiness is all
and
one can never be too prepared
.
”
 

I giggle and say,
“
You mean
the
Boy Scout
motto and the first
part of that
is a Shakespearean quote from Hamlet.
”

She waves her hand at me, unperturbed,
“
Yes, you know what I
’
m saying.
”

I look over my shoulder and
tell
Megan
,
“
Can you f
ind me a T
-
shirt.
”
 

She leans over my seat and says,
“
Why, what
’
s wrong with what you have on?
”
 

I unzip my jacket and turn towards her and Lisa, so they both can see my shirt,
“
Save a bro
om, ride a witch? Megan? Really?
”
They
both start laughing.  Megan finally throws a black T-shirt at me.  When I shake it out I see it wasn
’
t a plain tee, faded white
words display
,
“
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
”
boldly across the front.  I roll my eyes again
,
I
’
m
not sure which shirt is worse.

Megan grabs the shirt from me and says grinning from ear to ear,
“
Here, you have to listen to this song while you change shirts.
”
  She leans in-
b
etween Lisa and
me
to switch songs.