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“I don’t know. I just. . . knew. ” He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I felt you. . . ”
“I can see him,” Jeff whispered in her ear.
Samantha kept her hand pressed to Roberto’s even though it was disconcerting to feel the icy flesh beneath her fingers. “Roberto, why did you stop the car? You don’t like me. If you felt me, why would you stop us?”
“Because of what you are. ” Roberto attempted to give her a condescending smile, but it failed. He looked more afraid than any other emotion. It was disturbing to witness. “I somehow knew you would be able to see me, to help me. ”
Samantha shook her head. “I can’t help you, Roberto. I don’t even know what I’m doing! This is all new to me. ”
The ghost gripped her hand tightly, startling her. Leaning through the open window, his face was illuminated by the glow of the dashboard. “They’re in the graveyard. Something is wrong there. It has been wrong since he died. They’re going to. . . ” Roberto struggled to speak, his tightening grip eliciting a cry of pain from her. “He died there. Do you understand? He died there!”
“You’re hurting me!” Samantha cried out, rotating her hand in a futile attempt to wrest free.
“He died there!” Roberto screamed in her face. “He died there! And the ghosts are gone!”
“Let her go!” Jeff exclaimed, lunging over Samantha to wrestle her hand free.
“You have to stop them!”
Prying Roberto’s frigid fingers from her wrist, Jeff leaned his shoulder into the ghost, pressing him out of the window. “Let go of her!”
Samantha twisted her wrist back and forth in the ghost’s grip trying to break free. She could feel the specter drawing power out of her. Through his touch, Samantha sensed his terrible fear and frustration. He was increasingly agitated, his thoughts flitting incoherently from fear to raw anger.
“I shouldn’t be dead,” Roberto shouted. “I was supposed to live forever!”
Jeff finally got Samantha’s wrist free. Using his body as wedge, the vampire hunter shielded her as she scrambled into the driver’s seat and hit the button to raise the window.
“Roberto, back off!” Jeff ordered.
“No, no! You have to stop them!” Roberto cried out, trying to reach past Jeff and snag Samantha.
The window slid up, cutting off the grasping ghost. With the last of his remaining energy, he beat against the window. Samantha stared at him, tears in her eyes, sorrow filling her. What little connection remained between them dissipated like a wisp of smoke. Sapped of her energy, Roberto wailed and vanished.
“He can’t reform unless you will it,” Jeff said in a tight, scared voice. He collapsed into the passenger seat, his hands resting on the dashboard. “Next time you need to tell him to let you go!”
“I…I…” She realized she hadn’t told Roberto to let go and felt like a fool. Closing her eyes, she saw something, faintly, tying her to the ghost - a silver thread writhing in the darkness. She imagined it snapping and suddenly felt Roberto fade from the grip of her power. “I cut off whatever it was connecting us,” Samantha whispered. Now it was gone and she felt strangely alone. Yet, if she concentrated just a little, she could sense the lost ghost circling the car in confusion. She immediately withdrew any thought of him, trying to raise a barrier between herself and the phantom.
“What did he tell you?” Jeff asked, breathing a little heavier than normal. He appeared shaken and his eyes darted back and forth, searching the illuminated road.
Samantha inhaled deeply, then told him. “Why would all the ghosts be gone?”
“You can’t feel any?”
Shaking her head, she said, “No, just Roberto and he’s, like, totally wispy. ”
Frowning, Jeff dragged his fingers through his floppy brown hair. “I’m not sure. But they’re definitely out in that graveyard doing something that’s. . . ”
/> “This Ethan guy is trying to bring him back, isn’t he?” Samantha’s voice quivered and she hated the fear that laced her words.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not possible,” Jeff said vehemently.
“But you’re not sure, are you?”
Jeff stared out at the bleak darkness, before reluctantly shaking his head. “No. ”
Settling into the driver’s seat, Samantha pouted. “Okay, that’s not good. So we can’t just drive out to the cemetery and say hello, can we?”
“I think we should. I think we should just go out there and say hello to Sergio and Innocente. If Ethan’s up to no good, we’ll stop him. . . somehow. But hanging back here isn’t going to help anyone. Maybe when he sees we’re here and realizes that our crew back in Austin knows we’re here, he’ll think twice about doing anything, you know, dangerous. ”
