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The Lovecraft Affair |
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Napoleon growled low in his throat as the wind increased trying to
push the car off the road.
"I don't think so!" he muttered as he turned the wheel back to the center of
the road.
"I am coming for my partner and you are not going to stop me!" he stated
determinedly.
Illya awoke in a bed alone but knew that he was back at the
Lovecraft estate. He shook his head slowly. 'How had he gotten
here? Where was Napoleon?' That thought had him out of the bed and
pulling on clothes. He had just finished tying his shoes when
his "wife" walked into the room.
"How do you feel? Our wedding night didn't go as I had planned." she stated.
He looked at her and felt a chill run down his spine.
"Sorry, I never could handle my alcohol." he replied.
Her stare chilled him even more.
"Breakfast will be served in five minutes, be there." was all she said as
she
walked out the door.
Shaking he lowered himself to the bed. "Napoleon where are you?" he
whispered.
It had taken most of the night to drive to the estate when he heard
the old man tell him to slow down.
"What? I want to get to Illya."
He felt himself sigh then realized it had been the other man or
spirit or ghost or whatever.
"They are strongest just before dawn; if you arrive after daybreak,
say breakfast time it would be safer."
Napoleon slowed down. "Will they hurt him?"
He felt himself chuckle.
"No. Not for five more days. They will try to pull him
into there world."
"I am supposed to like that?" What am I doing?
I am talking to myself! He thought.
"I believe you were talking to me." Lovecraft replied.
"It takes a bit of adjustment to realize that you are you
and me at the same time. We are two individuals
sharing the same body."
Napoleon sat back. "Uh when do we quit
sharing the same body?"
They were silence. "When we win and stop
them or when they win and he joins them."
Napoleon shook himself.
"Is it breakfast time?"
"Yes it is." They got out of the
car and headed towards the house.
Illya entered the dining room. She was sitting at the head of the
table; he raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't that my seat, my dear?"
She glared at him.
"No. Only I will sit at the head of anything. I
will be in charge of everything, do you understand?"
He stood still. "No, I don't think I do. Where is Napoleon?"
She licked her lips. "He left and he won't be back..."
She was interrupted by the knock on the door.
"What?" She snarled.
Napoleon answered. "I left something behind and I came back to get it." He
said
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