Meeting Jacob

I pulled up to my warehouse and hit the garage button to open the door and pull in.

Jumping off the bike I unlock the door and head inside.

"Hey, Jacob I'm home". I shout my voice echoing around the warehouse.

"Did you bring back my magazines?" Jake says floating down the stairs.

Did I forget to mention that Jacob is a ghost, he died in 1876, and I came across him when I was in the cemetery that night chasing a vamp. I caught a witch trying to use him in a ritual to summon a demon. Long story short, I kicked vamp and witch's ass and rescued Jacob, we've been together ever since.

"Sorry, I forgot. Got into it with Smith and Johnson again today and was expelled then a police officer actually pulled me over for speeding. Can you believe that?"

"You getting in fights and speeding. I don't believe it. Blasphemy I say" He says in mock outrage.

"You might be a ghost but I can still kick your ass, Jacob".

"So Smith finally pushed you too far?" Jacob asks as I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge looking for something to eat.

I pull out all the fixings for a sandwich, "Yeah. I ended up punching him in the face then Smith waddled up and tried to be big man campus".

Laughing and trying to catch his breath( you're dead Jacob, you don't breathe).

"Oh, how I wish I could have been there to see their faces when you put them in their places". He finishes watching as I devour my meal.

"It was nothing big, they've been pushing my buttons for a while now, it was bound to happen sooner or later". I reply nonchalantly.

"I know it was bound to happen I just wanted to see it". He giggles

I shrug as I finish my food and head toward my room. I have an enormous suite with a king-size bed and purple comforter. Hardwood floors, a walk-in closet, and a large bathroom suite. I strip off my clothes on the way to the bathroom and step into the shower.

After I start to prune I step out and clear the fog from the mirror. My tattoos stand out from my pale skin, I have a gold dragon running up the right side of my body from my right calf on my right side to my back, its snout is settled over my left shoulder above my breast.

A series of vines of flowers run from my left shoulder down to my wrist. Then there are the Enochian symbols on my wrist to my knuckles.

All of my tattoos have meaning (except for the one of snoopy on my ass) they represent very different parts of me.

Stepping out of the bathroom I find Jacob lounging on my bed.

" You had a visitor today sweetheart".He says resting his hands behind his head.

I flash a mean look at him. He knows how much I hate pet names.

"Sorry".He doesn't mean it. I pull on my scooby doo pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

Walking back out of the room I head to the t.v room to watch a movie, just as I'm about to settle down to watch the avengers the doorbell rings.

Cursing whoever is at my door I stomp over to it and pull it open. There standing on the other side is a person in a hooded cloak, I start to close the door when a hand shoots out and stops it from closing.

What sane person talks to someone in a cloak? Not me that's for sure.

"If you don't remove your hand from my door you'll lose it".I say to the hooded figure.

"I apologize, but I have a message for you". He says in a creepy monotone voice.

"Take off your hood so I can see who I'm speaking to".I say stepping back a little.

He takes off his hood."Put your hood on so I don't have to see you when I'm speaking to you". Oh man, he doesn't have any eyes or skin on his face.

"My appearance tends to have that effect on people". he chuckles

"No shit dude, warn a lady next time".

"I have a message from the council". He continues as if I hadn't spoken. "They request your presence...."

"Whoa you mean they are summoning me to them?".I cut him off.

"Um basically. Yes," He seemed nervous now.

"Tell your council if they want to see me they know where I live. I'm not a dog for them to summon when they want. Now I have a movie to get back to see you later. Or maybe not". I trail off closing the door in his surprised face.

I head back to the t.v. room to watch my movie.

"Damn sups thinking they're always right". I mutter