The City of Lost Souls

Arcanum Corvus is an author. He has a book on the New York Times Bestseller list called, Amissus animarum. There's a catch, nobody know's what he looks like. Matter of fact, nobody knows who he is; well there are a few. Arcanum has a past, and he cautiously exposes it through his characters. There's more to Arcanum than meets the eye. So who is the mysterious author, nobody truly knows.

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36. Chapter Thirty Six

            "It's a great opportunity. I can't pass it up." She smiled, checking over her final itinerary. Someone spoke on the other end. She listened before sighing, "Please I'm a grown woman. I know what I'm doing. I'll be observing, and see the new clinic they've opened up. Now I need to be wrapping up our call. I will see you when I return. I love you too." She rolled her eyes, as she hung up. She set the phone down on her desk, and started packing her bag.

     "Sure I can't persuade you to stay?" His voice came from behind her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist.

     "Alvin I need to go." She smiled, placing her hands on his arms. Her head fell back gently against his chest.

     "Let me join you then. What shall I do without you?" He purred softly against her neck. His lips gently brushed her ear.
Her smile widened, "Wait for me. Distance makes the heart grow fonder." Ornella spoke with such articulation of each word. 
"Oh what shall I do though with that distance?" He turned her, so she was looking into his eyes.

     "You'll work. You'll help treat patients. You'll save lives." She stood on her toes, and pressed a kiss against his lips.

     "Woman you're a fierce fire and you set my soul alive. Where have you been?" He held her gently by her chin, and returned the kiss.

     "Sadly I'm not quite sure. My life has been rather a blur." A softness took over, her normally hard features. She smiled, swallowing back the emotions she was taught to ignore.

     "Well I would like to know more. You spent quite some time with one person. He must have captivated your heart. Where did it go?" Alvin gently stroked her cheek, and she sighed. "There was a lot he wanted. There was a lot I wanted. There was a lot I would never be able to give him." She gently retreated from Alvin's touch. She returned to her packing and cleared her throat.

     "So three weeks roughly you'll be away?" He asked, loosening his tie.

     "Yes give or take. I will check in with you. Please don't worry." She smiled, placing her favorite pair of heels into the luggage bag.

     Alvin came up behind her, gently placing his hands on either side of her hips. He gently squeezed, sliding his thumb in the waist of her skirt. "You do realize you've had a long day. A massage I think is in order." She stood up, brushing against his dress pants. His lips met her exposed neck. The chain to her necklace was a cool shock to his warm lips. He slowly removed the pin, which kept her hair up. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her shampoo. Ornellas breathing hitched, as he pulled her snuggly against his growing erection. She let her head fall to one side, as his hands started to explore her hips, thighs, and her derriere.

     "Oh please don't stop baby." Her voice was becoming soft, sounding as if she might purr. A sly smile, spread across his face. I don't intend to, he thought to himself. Just as his hand, found the zipper to her skirt, her phone rang.

"Ignore it baby," he whispered, continuing to trail kisses along her neck.

     "It could be work." She smiled, hoping it wasn't important. As she checked the caller id, she straightened herself up. "It's my father. I need to take this." She quickly and quietly moved away from Alvin. "Hello father." Her voice was pleasant, almost professional.

     "Good evening. I hope I'm not interrupting. Please let me keep this brief. When you're available; you're signature is needed on some paperwork. It's regarding your trust, once our time has come. The will has also been revised. We'll send you a PDF to look over just so you'll know what to expect. Then we'll speak with our lawyer, and we'll sign the papers. Hope that's alright with you?" he waited, before continuing. "Truthfully Ornella you don't have a say, in the matter. It's our legacy we're leaving you. So do your best to schedule a time. See you soon I'm assuming. Good night." His tone was clipped, quick, and all business. The phone went silent. She stood there, and slowly let her hand fall from her ear. She locked the phone, and stared at it. "Baby, I was paged into work. I'm so sorry. I love you. Have a safe flight." He was dressed, and looked very professional. "See you in three weeks." He gave her a quick peck on the lips, and let himself out of her condo.

     She stood there, and tossed the phone on the bed. Tears brimmed and she clenched her jaw tightly, "Ornella Acantha Agostinelli. You do not cry. No man is worth crying over." She spoke to herself, swallowing hard. Her eyes wandered over to the picture frame that sat on her dresser. It was of her, and Arcanum. They were young. It was on their one year anniversary, when the photograph was taken, by no other than Abby Zydef.

     "Bitch" Ornella muttered, and took the photo down, and placed it in her drawer. There it would be covered by articles of clothing. She'd not have to be reminded. She knew what she had lost. Even though she had Alvin in her life, something was missing. It was Arcanum.

     She finished the remainder of her packing, and glanced at her phone as it chimed. Sure enough the email had been sent. She sighed, and decided to look it over on the flight. The likelihood of a book keeping her attention was highly unlikely. She absolutely hated the movies they played on long flights. It was decided to download the file, and read it on her iPad. It would allow her to see all the fine print, without squinting. Ornella prided herself on being physically fit, not needing glasses, and her aging process was taking its sweet time. It also helped to her advantage; she never took recreational drugs, never placed a cigarette upon her lips, and refused to purposely damage her skin in the sun. Ornella could truly be a vampire. She preyed on her victims at night and abstained from daylight. She lived by a strict diet and preferred fruity, girly drinks as they were referred to.

     "Well time to get down to business." She sighed, and placed the rolling luggage by the chair, which sat by her bedroom door. Her coat draped over the arm of the chair. Her purse sat underneath the coat. Everything was laid out in meticulous order. Her plans had to always move with precision. There was no time for mishaps, or mistakes. That was something she'd always say. "A mishap is an unlucky accident. A mistake is your own misguided judgment." With that, she retired to her bed. Her satin nightgown, rubbed gently against her thigh, as she slid under the covers. She reached up quietly and turned the light out.

     The noise from outside, seemed much louder tonight, than most. Then again, everything seemed to be amplified tonight. She prayed to the God's of menstrual cycles this wasn't a follow migraine. It had been a week since her cycle. The last thing she could handle was a sensory heightened migraine. Finally, the lull of the traffic put Ornella to sleep. The city's lullaby, for those who were lost, the lost souls.

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