Barbara Michaels - The Dark on the Other Side

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The house talked; Linda Randolph could hear it. The objects in it talked, too, but the house's voice was loudest. Linda was afraid that, as her husband suggested, she was losing her mind. Either that, or her husband was involved with dark, brutal forces beyond the limits of human sanity.

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Suddenly it was difficult for her to speak, or to look at him.

“You do go all the way, when you take up a cause,” she whispered. “Michael, it’s no use. I wouldn’t remember that, it’s the one thing my mind would utterly reject, would blot out. But I…had thought about it. Sometimes it seemed to me that I could hear the words, they were so loud in my mind: Kill him. It’s the only way you can ever get away. You can twist and evade all you like, but you can’t free me of that act-or excuse it. There’s no excuse for killing, unless it’s the only means of self-defense left to you. And he was not threatening my life.”

“What about your soul?”

“Don’t,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t talk about that. It’s the excuse I’ve used…but I’m not sure I believe in the soul.”

“Maybe that’s not the right name. But it exists-some entity other than the body. It brought me here-your call.”

“My call?”

“That’s not a good word either, but I can’t describe it because I’ve never felt anything I can compare it with. It hit me last night-a sudden, peremptory mental calling. You wanted me, you needed me, and I had to find you.”

“But I didn’t call you,” she said slowly. “Not that way or any other way.”

Michael stared.

“You must have. I couldn’t have been so sure without…Last night, near midnight-didn’t you ask for help? Not necessarily of me-a prayer, a mental plea…”

“No. Nothing.”

“Then who…”

In his surprise, Michael almost dropped the kitten. It eluded his fumbling hands, jumped down, and streaked for the door. In the silence they both heard the sounds. There was someone, or something, at the front door.

They moved closer together, like children afraid of the dark; their hands groped and clasped. Linda’s first impulse, to hide, was canceled by Michael’s behavior. He stood rock-still, facing the darkened doorway; and Linda accepted his decision. Whatever it was, running away wouldn’t help.

But when the opening door was followed by the sound of footsteps coming slowly down the hall, she went limp with relief. She recognized those footsteps.

Andrea stood in the doorway like a figure straight out of Grimm. The black, hooded cloak she wore, even while grocery shopping in the village, blended with the darkness of the hallway behind her, so that her wrinkled face stood out with uncanny distinctness. Over her arm was the basket she carried in lieu of a purse. She paid no attention to the cats, who were weaving patterns around her feet, but surveyed her unexpected visitors without surprise.

“I thought you’d be here,” she said.

Linda would have accepted that statement as an example of the old woman’s boasted ESP, but when Andrea raised a hand to push back her hood, she realized that there might be another explanation. Andrea was trembling. Terror and a strange exultation blended in her face.

“It’s out there,” she said. “Waiting for you. I saw it. Heavenly saints-I saw it!”

“It can’t be,” Linda gasped. “The cats didn’t notice.”

“There is a circle of protection woven about this house,” Andrea chanted. The effect was only slightly marred by her stagger as she crossed the room to put down her basket and lay her cloak aside.

“Where was it?” Michael asked.

“Under the white lilac bush at the side of the house.” Fumbling in a cupboard, Andrea accepted his presence without question. She straightened up with a bottle in her hand, jerked out the cork, and put the bottle to her lips. She drank deeply, her prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. When she lowered the bottle she shuddered, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I needed that,” she said. “Have some?”

“No, thanks,” Michael said.

“Suit yourself.”

Andrea put the bottle down on the table. Michael’s eyes moved from it to Andrea, to Linda, and then off into space; and Linda knew that he had deduced the source of her private liquor supply. He must have wondered about that…

Andrea got a glass from the cupboard and poured herself a stiff drink. Michael moved, as if in protest; and Andrea gave him a hostile glance.

“Need this,” she muttered. “Had a bad shock.”

“Why a shock?” Michael asked coldly. “You’re the one who believes in demons.”

Andrea collapsed onto the nearest chair. A cat left it, in the nick of time.

“Poor Tommy,” Andrea crooned, reaching out an unsteady hand. “Did Mama hurt the baby?”

Michael’s mouth curled expressively, and Linda turned on him.

“Leave her alone! She’s not young, and her heart isn’t too good.”

“Nothing wrong with my heart,” Andrea said decisively. She shoved the bottle away and set her empty glass down with a thud. “I said I needed that, and I did. As for you, Mr. Collins, if you’re such a pretty little skeptic, what the hell are you doing here? Stooging for the great Gordon Randolph? The delectable decoy, to lead her out into his waiting-claws?”

Michael took a step toward her and stopped himself with an effort that left him shaking.

“Sit down,” Andrea said gruffly. “I take it back. If you are a decoy, you’re an unwitting one. I know what you’re thinking-this crazy old bat has corrupted the innocent girl with her weird ideas of witchcraft. Baby, I didn’t give Linda the idea. She gave it to me. And, God help me, I didn’t believe her until tonight. I saw him. I knew him. He’s waiting out there, waiting for her. He can’t get in. Not yet. But he’s summoning his powers. Can’t you feel them, growing, feeding on evil? Soon he’ll be strong enough. Soon he’ll come.”

The high, crooning voice was semihypnotic. Crouched in her chair, monotonously stroking the black cat that had sprung to her lap, Andrea cast a spell of conviction. Michael shook himself.

“I thought you said you had a protective spell around the house,” he said.

“Ordinary white magic, against ordinary intruders. This isn’t ordinary. He’s strong. Very strong. But it takes time to build up the power. It’s building now. Can’t you feel it? I can feel it. Like electricity in the air. When it’s strong enough-then he’ll come for her.”

The cat’s fur crackled under her moving hand.

“What does he want?” Michael demanded. “Damn it, there has to be a reason, even if it’s a crazy reason. What is he after?”

Linda felt like a spectator, or a piece of meat over which two merchants were haggling. She hated the feeling, but she could not fight it; the force of the other personalities was too strong. They faced one another like duelists. Michael’s fists were clenched. Andrea’s weapons were more subtle-the crooning voice, the air of conviction.

“He’s after her soul,” she said softly. “Her immortal soul. His own is already in pawn to the powers of darkness. He wants hers, not to redeem his own, but to suffer with him, in flames, through eternity.”

Michael turned away.

“That’s insane.”

“Why should you stop at that, when you’ve accepted so much?” Andrea asked, in the same insidious whine. “You came here to save her, didn’t you? Oh, you don’t need to answer; I know, I know it all. I’ve seen the thread, the silver thread that binds the two of you. It’s knotted and tarnished now, but there’s no break in it. It will bind you forever, into death and beyond. It drew you here, to her side, when she needed you.”

Andrea stood up. The cat slid down like a pool of viscous ink. There was a power in the old woman, if only the power of her belief. It forced Michael to face her.

“But you can’t save her,” she said. “Love is a strong force, the purity of the soul is stronger; but nothing can avail against the powers of darkness except the concentrated power of good. And only I can control that power. I can save her. And I will! All my life, all my studies, have led me toward this moment.”

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