The Grey Sight: An Erotic Novella

The

Grey

Sight:

A

(Very)

Erotic

Ghost

Story

By
Briony J. Lorien

The Grey Sight – Chapter One

Jess sighed and looked up at the cloudy grey sky.

“I’m still not sure why we have to go to a graveyard, at midnight, on a weekday. Some of us have work in the morning”

Lily shushed Jess, her long b
lond hair failing over her face.  “You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.  There’s just something about this place that calls to me.”

Jess gave a grumble as she followed Lily through an arched stone gate. White curtains of moss hung down from the pocked stone wall on either side of the graveya
rd.   As they entered the clearing, huge tombstones seemed to rise out of the darkness, tiny spires in a land of fog.  

Lily gave a content sigh.  “I love this place.”

                Her flashlight illuminated her bright blue eyes and flushed pink cheeks.  Jess, her gorgeous Italian friend, all dark hair and curves, gave a sigh.   “This creeps me out Lil.”

 
              “Give it time. It will grow on you, I promise.  Just look around!  There is so much history here, so many unexplained things.  Like this…”  Lily bent over a crumbling tombstone, brushing some dust away with the palm of her hand. 

This was her special tombstone, the one that alw
ays drew her in. 

“
Chase The Silver-Tongue Husher. Born, 1923, died 1955.”

              She rested her palm on the top of the stone.  Lily always came here, to this particular grave, she wasn’t sure why.  Through her hand, she could feel a radiating heat that pulsed under her fingertips, a drumming of something alive, something hungry and passionate.

              Jess frowned and rested her hand on her wide hip.  “Yes, it’s fascinating. Lily, I know you are super invested in this graveyard thing, but I have to work in the morning, and I’m getting nervous.”

              The graveyard was indeed getting, well,
weird
.  The mist had started to work itself into tiny tendrils that were slowly creeping up the walls and gates surrounding the tombs.  The midnight sky gave a shudder in the blackness as Lily pulled her hand away from the grave, and the heat of her skin instantly chilled. Jess was walking backwards towards the gate, her flashlight bouncing over the hazy ground. 

“
Yeah, I’m leaving.  This freaks me out. I’ll be in the car if you need me.”  

Lily waved half-heartedly and pulled out her roll of paper and black chalk. 

“Just one etching…” she murmured.  She heard the gate slam shut as Jess headed down the hill to the car, and suddenly she was alone, just her and Chase “Silver Tongue” Husher.

Lily swept the white paper across the tombstone, taping it in place while holding the black chalk in her teeth.   
“And Chase, who exactly
were
you?” she murmured quietly.   Ancestry was her job, yes, but it was also her passion.  She loved playing detective with the past – finding out who was related to whom, what they did and how they lived.  And how they loved.  Mostly how they loved.  

Lily so longed for real love in her life, for a deep and real
adoration to sweep her away.  The relationships – and by default the sex in those relationships - had been easy, brainless and quick – but Lily wanted passion. 
Someone to live for, someone to die for
.  
Was it so wrong to want something life-changing?
She swept her chalk across the grave in long strong strokes. 

Chase “Silver Tongue
” Husher’s name appeared on the paper, with a strange emblem after it.  Lily ran her fingers over the symbol.  It looked like a tiny pair of wings, connected by a single straight line.  She was so fascinated by this grave.  But why?  She was a professional digger into the past, and yet, no matter how much she dug after Chase, she could never find any information about him, or any relatives.  He was a complete mystery, his life a gaping hole where history should have been.

Thunder
rolled over the inky black sky, crackling through the clouds.  The mist had become so thick that Lily was having a hard time seeing her etching.  Rolling the paper quickly, she tucked it inside her trouser jacket.   The air was oddly warm, and the thick grey air had risen to her shins.  There was a charge in the air that made the hairs on her arms rise slowly.  The graveyard was illuminated by sudden pops of flash as lightning reached its arms across the sky.    Drops of rain pelted her forehead
.  It was time to leave
.    She walked quickly towards the parking lot, glancing longingly back at the grave.  “Goodnight Chase” she whispered.

              Then, the world opened up in a steam of light.

Electric and
blinding hot, the light pierced her eyes and threw her violently backwards against several overturned tombstones.  A roar, louder than any
sound
she had ever heard echoed around the graveyard.   The white light was all around her, pulsating with its electric charge.    Lily couldn’t move.   The lightning was snaking down in a circle that surrounded her completely.  A wide bolt pinned her facedown to the ground, its blistering sword searing its way through her belly. She was being burned alive.  
I’m dying
, thought Lily, as a heat raged in her eyes.  It was a blinding, pure white heat, the most intense pain she had ever felt.  Lily let out a painful scream. 
My eyes are burning
, she thought,
they must be on fire!
  Her body trembled and shook as the lightning crawled down her skin with pulses of light.

Then, a
s suddenly as it came, the light was gone and she was plunged back into a deep blackness.  

             
A minute passed before she could even think.
Am I dead?
Was that death?
   She curled her hands.  Dirt.
I feel dirt.
  Palms shaking, she pushed herself over until she was facing the sky.  The storm had passed, and she could see the stars so clearly
    Oh my God.
   Lily sat up.  Every inch of her body tingled with something potent and excited.  She felt drunk and deliciously disoriented.  

Shakily, she rose to her feet.   Where she had been standing before was nothing more than a dark, scorched hole in the earth.  Black soil
radiated out where she had been laying, her figure outlined in singed earth
.  No one is that lucky,
she thought.  “Lily?” asked a deep male voice behind her.   Lily let out a tiny scream before whirling around.

   His
hair was dark, the color of richest chocolate.  Locks of thick curly hair curled behind his ears, and fell bewitchingly over his eyes, which shimmered a strange onyx black.   Dressed sharply in a vintage grey suit, he stalked towards her like a cat. 

His
wide eyes were trained on her, his face fascinated.  Lily was both terrified and mesmerized at the same time by his easy elegance, the way he seemed to be drifting over the ground.  She took a step back.

              “Who are you?”  

Suddenly
he was next to her, his full lips open with curiosity as he inspected her face.

 
              “I can’t believe this…” he murmured.  He pushed a lock of her blond hair behind her ear as he trailed his fingers down her chin with the other.  Lily’s eyes met his, and she found herself paralyzed with yearning for this odd stranger.  
She KNEW him.
Deeper she seemed to fall into his black eyes, until the graveyard and all the earth faded away
. All she could see was him.
His breath smelled like clean wind. 

Lily’s knees buckled, and she grabbed a hold of his arm to steady herself.
He was lean and hard underneath all those clothes.   An uncomfortable passion for this man was clawing its way through her chest.  His red lips beckoned her closer.

“Maybe I should have asked WHAT you are…” she murmured as she reached for him. 

              “Lily? Oh my god, Lily?” 

              Jess’s shrill voice broke through Lily’s spell.

              “LILY??”   Lily looked up. The man’s face broke into a bemused smile.

              “She’s worried about you.”

 
              “I don’t want to go.” Lily whispered. “Who are you?”

He grinned.
   “I think you know.” He winked at her before stepping back from Lily, though she could see it pained him to do so.   Jess came bursting through the tombstones. “LILY! Oh my god! Did you see it?? Did it hit you?”

Jess grabbed Lily’s face, checking her hair and limbs.
  

“
I was sitting in the car, and then all the sudden there was this lightning everywhere! Were you close to it?  It hit right where you were standing!”   Lily looked back over at the man, who was leaning sexily against a tombstone, watching Jess with amusement.   Lily realized with a start that Jess couldn’t see him. 

“Who were you talking to?” she asked
Lily. 

“No one…I was just confused, I think.”

She trailed off as Jess grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the gate.   “We are LEAVING.  I hate this place.   You could have DIED, Lily.  Why didn’t you come in when it started drizzling? NEVER AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME? Why do you care about that STUPID grave so much? You drive me crazy!” 

              Lily let herself be dragged away; never letting her eyes drift from the stranger’s beautiful face.   “Will I see you again?” she mouthed.   The man gave a silent nod, his black eyes never leaving hers.  Just before the gate closed behind them, Lily looked back at the tombstone she had been etching on.   It was cracked in half, the beautiful symbol shattered in two.  
Chase
.  She did know who he was.  The man was Chase.  She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she did, instinctively.   Chase “Silver Tongue” Husher, in the flesh. Sort of.    Jess pushed her into the car and climbed into the driver’s side. 

              “We are going home, and I’m going to fix you some tea and make sure that you’re not hurt.”  Jess let out a huge gasp and yanked Lily’s chin up.

              “Let me look at your face!”   Lily made a face. 

              “You’re hurting me, what?” 

              Jess’s face was frozen in shock.  “Lily…your eyes are GREY.”  

Chapter Two

The next morning, Lily opened her
newly grey eyes and stared at the ceiling. 

              Chase had been in her dreams . At first, he had been chasing her through the graveyard as lightning bolts struck the ground all around them.    He took her hand and they knelt on the ground.  With the bright illumination of light snaking down all around them, Chase had lifted her effortlessly onto his lap, while at the same time running his strong hands up the outside of her thighs.  His lips had opened in delight as he found her warm core….Lily blinked, back on the bed, her hands behind her head. 

There was no use in replaying the dream.
He wasn’t here.
  She wasn’t sure he was even real – more likely he was some sort of mental delusion or wishful fantasy on her part, caused by a near-death experience.  It was wishful thinking based on the fact that she had never felt longing like had when she had looked into his black eyes.   

She crawled out of the covers and limped to the bathroom.   Her eyes gave her a jolt of surprise in the mirror.  She lean
ed forward. 
Still there
. Her once sapphire irises now shone with a foggy pale grey, the color of a stormy morning.  Grey light was radiating out from them as they changed and shifted in the sun.  Lily blinked twice and shook her head.  Letting out a confused sigh, she pulled her curly blond hair up into a loose ponytail and wandered into the living room.  

Jess was in the kitchen, looking
stunning, as always.   Jess was every man’s fantasy – curvy, dark and naughty.  Her hourglass figure filled out every item of clothing – she had a large, high bouncy chest, a flat stomach, and round hips. 

Thick dark hair flowed over her shoulders, framing a dramatic, heart-shaped face.   Her long fringe lashes blinked rapidly at Lily. 

“You’re up! Any change in the eyes?” 

Lily shook her head and sat down on the kitchen stool.  “I feel normal, but…different.  It’s hard to explain.  And my dreams…” She trailed off again.  Jess set down her steaming mug of tea and wrapped her arms around Lily.

“I’m so glad you are okay. When I saw the lightning flash, I just thought…”

              “That I was dead
.”  I thought I was dying too. Then I saw Chase.   And he saw me.
 

Jess pulled Lily’s face close to her own.  He
r wet pink lips brushed Lily’s, her tongue lightly teasing against Lily’s mouth.