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It was a strong, sulfur like smell that roused Tristan from sleep that Saturday morning, enveloping him with a scent that was similar to an overheating transformer. If he hadn’t been born with the second sight, he may have assumed that an electrical short had occurred, but his powers of clairalience told him that the smell had been produced by a visitor who was an otherworldly being.
Along with being distinctive, the smell was so overpowering that he crinkled his nostrils in an attempt to block it out, and after throwing his legs over the side of the mattress, he slipped into a pair of jeans and a white ribbed tank top.
No longer foggy with sleep but sharp and alert, he was attuned to the energy that surrounded him. His ears perked up, listening for even the slightest sound of movement, but the house was completely still, devoid of any noise except for the creaking of the hardwood floor as he padded across it.
He entered the modestly sized kitchen to see that there was a man sitting at the kitchen table, but since the stranger’s back was facing him, Tristan was unable to make out his face. He did, however, notice that the man had his hair tied back in a long braid that stretched halfway down his back.
“Who are you?” Tristan called out to him. “And why are you here?”
“My name is Ahanu,” the man replied. “And I’m your spiritual guide.”
“I’m not interested in being guided,” Tristan firmly said. “I just want to be left alone.”
“So you’d rather suffer by yourself, rather than receive assistance from someone who understands you?”
“Nobody understands me.”
“I do.”
No longer just curious, but thoroughly intrigued as to what the man’s face looked like, Tristan slowly approached him from behind. Judging from the energy that Tristan was picking up, Ahanu had nothing but good intentions. But it wasn’t until his gaze came to rest on the smooth, unwrinkled face of the visitor, that he undoubtedly knew the man sitting before him was not of the physical world.
“You’re dead,” Tristan stated.
A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Ahanu’s lips, and with hands clasped on the table in front of him, he spoke in a voice that was both low and smooth. “I may cease to exist in this dimension, but I am very much alive in another.”
“Okay.” Tristan’s gaze focused on the man’s eyes, which gleamed with both kindness and a sharp intelligence. “But who are you, really?”
“I told you, I’m a spiritual guide.”
“Why did you come?”
“To offer assistance.”
“You’re seventeen years late,” Tristan said. “What took you so long?”
“I was waiting for the right time,” he said.
“The right time…” As his voice trailed off, annoyance spread across his face.
“That’s right. Everything and everyone has a particular time, and yours is now.”
There was something about the way that Ahanu had spoken the words which filled Tristan with a kind of nervous excitement. For the first time in his life, it felt as if he actually had a purpose, and somewhere deep inside of him, a tiny sliver of hope bloomed.
Along with a cleft that graced his chin, Tristan noticed that Ahanu had a crescent shaped scar on the side of his jaw, but it was the raised, welt-like marks that covered his left arm that really captured his attention. From what Tristan could tell, the scars had been produced by a whip, and seemed to stretch further upwards past the hem of his T-shirt sleeve. But he didn’t have long to ponder that thought, because Ahanu’s voice suddenly broke through his concentration.
“You’re wondering how I got the scars.”
Allowing his eyes to drift upward, Tristan saw that the man was giving him a knowing smile.
“How *did* you get them?” Tristan asked.
“If you sit down and talk with me, I’ll tell you.”
Rather than engage in conversation, Tristan wanted to be left alone, but he couldn’t deny his overwhelming curiosity to hear the story behind Ahanu’s scars.
“You might want to get your breakfast from the stove, first,” he said as Tristan pulled out a chair. “It’s getting cold.”
Allowing his eyes to drift towards the stove, Tristan saw there was a breakfast plate being kept warm beneath a layer of tinfoil, and on closer inspection, he realized there was a note resting on top of it. After unfolding the slip of paper, he began to read:
~ Good morning, my heart,
Your father and I went into Kalispell for the day with Mona and Big John. We should be back by six, but if you need anything at all, you can always go to your Uncle Henry’s. See you this evening.
Love,
mom and dad ~
Tristan tore the foil off of his breakfast plate, and after pouring himself a mason jar full of milk, he carried his meal over to the kitchen table, where Ahanu sat patiently waiting. Lowering his eyes to his food, Tristan sliced into the chunk of boiled beef heart that was on his plate, and after wrapping it in a hunk of sweet bread, he took a generous escort bite.
“You need to learn how to balance yourself, Tristan,” Ahanu said while steadily gazing at the younger man. “You must capture the unwanted energy you receive, and direct it somewhere else.”
“I don’t know how,” Tristan said while lightly furrowing his brows. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“You do know how,” Ahanu rebutted. “You just aren’t fully utilizing your gifts.”
“Why does everybody call it a gift?” he asked. “All it does is make my life a living hell.”
“It’s only a curse if you choose to make it one. The way that you use it, is entirely up to you.”
“So I guess I choose to see those shadow people that follow me around everywhere. And It’s entirely free will that I sometimes get these really messed up feelings that something bad is about to happen but I don’t know what it is, so I can do absolutely nothing to stop it. That’s all my choice, right?”
“The fact that those things happen may be entirely out of your control, but It’s up to you whether or not you allow it to affect your mood.”
Rather than provide comfort, the words only served to further the frustration that Tristan felt. But after so many years of being alone and left to deal with unanswered questions, he was eager to get an opinion on a particular ability that was one of the more unusual he possessed.
“There’s something I’ve been wondering about, and I need your opinion on it.”
“Okay.”
“There’s this thing I can do…I don’t know what to call it, exactly, but it involves bending people’s will.”
With palms still clasped on the table in front of him, Ahanu leaned forward slightly while keeping his gaze focused on Tristan. “What exactly do you mean by bending people’s will?”
“Well, I’ve learned that I can get people’s attention by sending my thoughts and feelings out to them in an energy ball. I also discovered that I can affect the moods and decisions of those around me.”
“Sending thoughts and feelings are perfectly fine, as long as It’s done with good intent. But changing people’s moods and altering their decisions is dangerous territory,” Ahanu said. “Unless you fully understand what you’re doing, I strongly suggest you not go further down that road.”
“I don’t do it regularly or anything,” Tristan said with a note of defensiveness. “I only tried it out a few times to see how easily it could be done.”
“And what were your results?”
“With a lot of effort and a serious amount of concentration, I got a few people to change the direction of their thoughts so that they aligned with my own.”
“And how did you feel once you’d finished manipulating your victims minds?”
“Victims?” A deep crease formed between his brows. “The way you say it, makes it seem like I gained pleasure from doing it.”
“Whether or not you did is your business, Tristan. But the point still stands that you victimized someone.”
“Well, yeah…but not with the intent of being evil.”
“So it was done out of good will?”
The room grew still as Tristan suddenly fell quiet, but it was the way he dropped his eyes from Anahu’s that conveyed how ashamed he felt.
“The reason I’m grilling you on this, is so you fully understand how wrong it is to manipulate people’s minds. Not only is it unethical, but by misusing your gifts, it can encourage all sorts of negative energy to be funneled your way.”
“Okay.” He took a swallow of milk from the mason jar that was in front of him, then set it back on the table before cradling the glass in his palms.
“So, back to my earlier question,” Anahu said while allowing his eyes to once again soften. “How did you feel once you’d finishing manipulating your victims minds?”
“Horrible. It was like having a headache, only ten times worse than any migraine I’d ever had before. And the guilt just ate away at me.”
“So you learned that abusing your gifts comes with serious consequences.”
He nodded.
“That’s good,” Ahanu said. “You should never manipulate a person’s energy level unless It’s for a good cause.”
“What about all those funky vibes I pick up at school?” Tristan asked. “Would that be a valid excuse for manipulating energy fields?”
“Sure.”
“And how exactly would I go about doing that?”
“Well, one way is through meditation. There are also some grounding and shielding techniques I can teach you that will deflect any harmful vibes that come your way.”
“I’ve tried shielding myself before, but it never works.”
“It does if you regularly practice.”
“Alright.” He stuck his fork into a chunk of beef heart and popped it into his mouth before continuing on. “And what about those shadow things? Why do they show up in places where I hang out?”
“Because you have energy they want to steal,” Ahanu said. “They know that you have special abilities and they feed off of that. So by following you around, they’re attempting to leech off of your energy field.”
“What can I do to block them?”
“Once escort bayan again, it all comes back to shielding. It’s a powerful technique that you really need to master.”
Tristan nodded and drank the rest of his milk before pushing the mason jar aside.
“So aside from shielding and grounding myself, what else can you teach me?”
“In regards to defense techniques?”
“Or anything else.” Rather than hint, his eyes directly encouraged the man to share more of his knowledge.
“Everything you need to know is already within you,” he said. “The Creator has blessed you with these gifts, now it is time for you to learn how to control and develop them.”
A faraway look came into Tristan’s eyes as he contemplated Ahanu’s words, which not only seemed to implore, but insist that he take heed and get serious about cultivating his skills.
“You and I are not so different, Tristan,” Ahanu said. “Just like you, I once had to learn to master my energy so that it could be directed in a useful way.”
“And what if I don’t direct it in a useful way?” he asked.
As if deeply considering the words that Tristan had spoken, Ahanu allowed a long stretch of silence to pass between them. He gazed steadily at the younger man with a look which was both thoughtful and curious, then eased out a soft breath before preceding with some words.
“Whatever you choose to do, or not do with your gifts is ultimately up to you, Tristan. But I think you know deep down that wasting your abilities would be a terrible shame.”
Tristan sat there for a few moments considering the words that had been spoken, but as his gaze came to rest on the empty placemat in front of Ahanu, it suddenly occurred to him that he had failed to offer his visitor a drink.
“You want some coffee?” He asked. “It’ll only take me a minute to boil some up.”
“I don’t drink coffee. I’m dead, remember?
“Oh, right.” A faint smile touched Tristan’s lips as he grabbed his empty cup and rose to his feet. “Back in a bit. Just going to get a refill of milk.”
After filling his cup, he put the carton back in the fridge, but before heading back to the table, he paused to take a sip from his cup. It was so cold and fresh tasting that he stood there for a moment, lightly sipping from his glass as he stared out of the kitchen window.
“So what happens if you drink coffee?” Tristan casually asked. “Does it just go straight through you, or what?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Ahanu responded.
He lightly chuckled and took another sip of milk, but as a cold draft suddenly blew right past him, he immediately stopped drinking from his glass.
“Remember what I said, Tristan,” Ahanu’s voice called out from right behind him. “Everything you need to know is already within you.”
Completely caught off guard, Tristan did a quick 180. But on realizing that Ahanu was nowhere in sight, his shoulders sagged with disappointment.
“You didn’t even tell me how you got that scar.”
His voice sounded pathetically lonely even to his own ears, and with the sulfur like scent of electricity still in his nostrils, he walked out of the empty kitchen.
* * * *
While Tristan was discussing psychic shielding techniques with a dead man, Claudia was browsing the makeup aisle of a drugstore with Kimi. Having always been indecisive, she was currently in the throes of deciding between two different eyeshadows. It took a few moments of going back and forth before she finally turned to Kimi, who was checking out a display stand of liquid eyeliners.
“I can’t decide, Claudia said while holding out the eyeshadows for Kimi to see. “Which one do you think would look better on me?”
Kimi’s eyes drifted from one to the other a few times, then to Claudia’s face before she finally gave her opinion. “I think you should go with Espresso for the crease of your eyelid. But under the brow bone, I would apply a bit of the Silvery Satin.”
“I never thought of using them both at the same time, but now that you mention it, I can see how they would complement each other.”
Having decided on a gel eyeliner rather than a liquid one, Kimi moved further down the aisle so that she could scan the shelves of lipstick.
“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you about Tristan,” Claudia said as she followed her friend down the aisle.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you,” Kimi said while grabbing a sample lipstick from the shelf and testing it against the back of her hand. “He asked for my phone number yesterday in history class.”
“Oh yeah?” A smile bloomed across Claudia’s face. “Wow, well good for him. I’m glad he finally worked up the courage.”
“It was totally cute the way that he did it,” she said. “You should have seen how nervous he was.”
“I can imagine.”
“And did you know that he can sign?”
“I did not,” Claudia lied. “But that’s very cool.”
“Kinda wacky how all three of us just happen to know sign language, huh? Along with you, him, and my brother, we could form our own little ASL bayan escort clique.”
“Yeah, pretty funny how that worked out.” She grabbed a tube of berry colored lip gloss off the shelf before adding, “So now that you two are officially talking, I guess It’ll only be a matter of time before I become the third wheel.”
“No way. First off, we’re only *talking* to each other, not going out. And even if it does get to the point of us dating, you and I will still hang out and do things together.”
“I was only joking,” Claudia said with a smile. “And just so you know, I’m totally cool with the fact that you and Tristan are getting together. I know he’s wanted this for awhile, so it makes me happy that things are working out for him.”
“We’ll see how it goes,” she replied. “He’s not the type I usually go for, so I’m kind of uncertain if we’ll even click.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing,” Claudia said. “Changing things up and getting with someone different will take you out of your comfort zone.”
Having reached the end of the makeup aisle, the girls headed for the section of the store where they sold snacks. They each grabbed a soda from the beverage cooler before picking out a bag of Cheetos and a few candy bars, but before they could make it to the checkout aisle, Claudia grabbed Kimi’s arm, forcing her to a halt.
“Oh my God. He’s here.”
“Who’s here?” Kimi’s gaze darted around before finally coming to rest on Lucas, who was standing in an aisle directly across from them. “Oh, you mean *him.*”
In an effort to remain unseen, Claudia tugged Kimi’s hand to pull her along, but it seemed that Kimi wasn’t so eager to leave, because she remained firmly rooted to the spot.
“You don’t want to talk to him?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Claudia stuffed her hands into her leopard print jacket before continuing. “Guess I just feel kind of awkward…you know, now that we’ve kissed.”
“So because you swapped spit, that means you can no longer speak to him?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Don’t be silly, Claudia. He’s standing right there. You *have* to talk to him. “
“Why? It’s not a rule that you have to talk to someone after kissing them.”
Kimi rolled her eyes, then lightly shook her head before taking another glance at Lucas. “If you don’t want to talk to him, then fine. But I’m going over there to ask him for a ride home.”
“Kimi, no.”
“You mean you’d rather walk? It’s like thirty degrees outside.”
Unable to offer a rebuttal, Claudia could only stand there in silence before finally uttering an, “All right.”
As if preparing to tell a secret, Kimi suddenly leaned in close, and in a lowered tone of voice she said, “You really have to start using your feminine power, Claudia.”
“Okay…” Rather than hold her friend’s gaze, she chose instead to avert her eyes to Lucas, who was currently tossing a bottle of what seemed to be shampoo into his basket.
“He wants to have sex with you,” Kimi said while shifting her gaze so that it followed Claudia’s. “Which means he will do *anything* you ask him.”
“But I don’t really want him to do anything for me,” she said. “Because then he’ll just expect me to give him sex in return.”
“Well he might *expect* it,” Kimi said. “But that doesn’t mean that you have to actually give it to him.”
“So you’re saying I should string him along.”
“No. I’m saying you should take advantage of the fact that he wants to get with you. You know a guy who has a *car,* which means there is absolutely no reason why you should ever have to walk around this reservation again.”
Although it should have already been obvious to Claudia, she was only just beginning to understand what using her feminine power was all about. It was almost as if a light bulb had gone off over her head, and as her eyes locked with Kimi’s, a smile slowly began to spread across her face.
“You get what I’m saying now, don’t you?” Kimi asked with a sly smile of her own.
The nod that Claudia gave confirmed that she did.
“So, let’s go ask him for a ride.” She gently nudged Claudia forward before following on her heels.
They were only halfway down the aisle when Lucas suddenly spotted them, shifting his gaze back and forth from one girl to the other before deciding to focus entirely on Claudia. As they came to a stop in front of him, his eyes drifted past her leopard print velvet coat to take in the form fitting tunic that she wore, but it was her skin tight leggings that captured his gaze and held it hostage for several long moments.
“Hi, Lucas.”
“Hey, Claudia. How’s it going?”
“Pretty good.” She brushed a curly lock away from her face, tucking it behind her ear before launching into her request. “Kimi and I were just about to walk home but we noticed you shopping, so we thought we’d stop and ask if you could give us a lift back to my place.
“Oh yeah, sure. No problem.”
“Great.” A wide smile crossed Claudia’s face, and after exchanging a pleased look with Kimi, she followed alongside Lucas.
Rather than engage in small talk, they only exchanged flirtatious looks, but it was the way they walked closely together and in near perfect step, that made it glaringly obvious how into each other they were.
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