Chapter 160: Blathering Fool
*Grams, how do I bind the tongue of a ghost? Yes, I already asked Moira. She said that you can’t. – Nessie*
The Fool, as Nessie had taken to calling the ghost in the bar, had become more and more vocal ever since Tank had announced that they were having babies. He became so annoying that Nessie began avoiding the front half of the clubhouse. She even skipped girls’ night.
Then she started using the freight elevator as another way to avoid that area. He continued to get louder and soon she could hear him in her office.
Church was over and the movie was nearly over. Even in her office, Nessie knew that Tank was in the bar. She felt the presence just before he told her how to silence the fool.
She was ready to cast him out. And she knew that she had to do something before he became strong enough to hurt the babies. His anger was strong enough that he would.
Dropping her pencil on the desk, she stood up and stormed down the hall. The angry look and way she carried herself caused anyone she passed to quickly move out of her way.
“That’s it!” she yelled entering the bar and causing it to go quiet. “I’m not listening to yer blathering foolishness anymore! Yeh killed yer bairn. Damned near killed yer wife. And now yer gonna bitch about yer own death. I’m not listening to it anymore.”
Some of her hair suddenly flipped over her shoulder. There was no one near her, no air flow where she stood. Those who had been a little put off by her knowing of the murder were creeped out by this sight.
Nessie simply grinned. “Yeh think yer gonna scare me with a little hair flip?”
“Noel, you need to get away from the bar.” Siobhan ordered from the doorway. The bartender nodded as she quickly made her way out of the bar. “In fact, why don’t you all get out of there?”
A glass fell off a table and the bar cleared out quickly. The only man that remained was Pagan. He propped himself against the bar and crossed his arms.
“I’m not leaving her alone with him.” Pagan declared.
He had been here the night that Tank killed the man. He knew what she was talking about. How she knew, he wasn’t certain. But growing up in the Wiccan traditions, he didn’t question her abilities.
“I’m not alone.” She declared with a knowing smile. “But I need yeh to open the front door.”
“You sure?” he asked as a glass fell from the edge of a table.
Nessie grinned at him. “Very. The protectors outside need to come in.”
Stephen walked over and leaned against the bar next to Pagan. “I’ll stay.”
“He’ll try to posses yeh.” She warned the man with a soft look on her face. “Yeh time is short. Yeh'll be easy to take.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Then someone can snap my neck and I’ll stay here.”
“Oh, lad. Yeh’ve already made peace with yer death. Yeh won’t stay.” She told him softly. “Pagan, take the lad and go open the door. Sinner needs to come back in.”
There was a murmur in the crowd that was gathered outside the bar. One of the beer bottles on the bar moved slightly and then wobbled before tipping over.
“Which one is it that yeh don’t want to come inside?” Nessie asked the room as Pagan and Stephen walked towards the front door. She heard the doors open and began to speak in an ancient language.
There were only two words that anyone understood.
Sinner.
Coon.
Once she stopped, there was a rush of air from the front door. The men shivered as the unusually cold air flowed past them. As it reached the bar multiple glasses and bottles fell over.
In less than a minute, it all settled down.
“Yes, Sinner, I will tell her. Coon, I shall ask. Uncle, may they enter-"
“They can come whenever they want.” He said in the silence, not even trying to hide his emotions. “They were both presidents here. They are always welcome.”
Nessie nodded as tears slid down her cheeks. She fell to her knees and began sobbing.
“Close the doors!” Siobhan yelled. More gently she told her niece, “Close the link.”
Softly she spoke the ancient language again. Knuckles scooped her up and she wrapped herself around him. Sobs racked her body as the pain was ripped from her soul.
“Take her upstairs.” Siobhan told him softly. “I’m going to call Grams to find out what to do for her.”
