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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper Part 12

‘Puuuurrrr, Puuuurrrr… Oh, that feels good. A little to the right,’ I think as my surroundings start to come back to me. ‘Oh, these are so dirty,’ I think as I look down at my paws and begin to lick and purr louder.

“Aren’t you a happy kitty?” Krystal asked in a baby voice as she continues to stroke my fur.

“I am a happy….” I pause midlick. “Holy Hells, what did you do to me?!” I shriek for it to only come out as a loud meow. ‘This can’t be!’ I meow as I bound towards the mirror at the end of the counter only to come face to face with whiskers and black stripped fur. I turn every which way trying to come to grips with the image of the black tabby that used to be Krystal’s cat. Silted green eyes stared back at me, wide and afraid. I can’t believe what just happened. I continued staring at my reflection in disbelief until a familiar smirk comes into view.

“YOU!!!!” I yell or cat shriek, as I gracefully turn, and leap towards Jona’s face. “YOU DID THIS TO ME, AGAIN!” I shriek as Jona catches me effortlessly and holds my small body an arm’s length away laughing as I struggle to mark up his flawless face. Jona pulls me closer to me, cooing at me as if I were a baby. My new-found claws of fury do their worst and gain satisfaction from the small amount of blood I draw from his cheek. That took the smirk right off of his devilishly handsome face. Anger replaced the smugness as he grips me by the scruff of my neck, preparing to throw me across the store. Fortunately, Krystal was quick for a human and plucks me from his clutches.

“I will take that. She may be a demon, but I can still put my cat’s soul back in that body,” Krystal says while gently stroking my fur, instantly drawing more purrs from me and calming me down in the process. She set me back down on the counter and leans over until she is on eye level with me.

“I know this is a bit of a surprise to you but in order for us to help you I couldn’t have you in my head.” She states matter-of-factly.

‘Oh, so the cat was a better idea?!’ I huffed, insulted by my current predicament. ‘You should have just put me back in a bottle.’

“Yeah, I know. The bottle would have seemed like a logical solution, but I sold my last lamp. Since you can’t survive outside of a live host. The cat it is,” Krystal explained.

‘Fine, I get that but…. Wait. How can you hear me? I know I am meowing because those norms are not looking at us funny,” I asked confused as to why communication seems to be easy.

“I know it has been a while, my dear but you should remember that psychics can communicate with almost any creature. We just had to tune into your frequency,” Jona offered as he retained his bored expression.

‘Right. Well, what now?’ I asked chagrined by this turn of events. ‘I need a new body, and you want your cat back.” I stated the obvious, resisting the urge to lick my paws again, before turning to Jona. ‘What is it that you want?’ I meowed.

“Someone is chatty over there,” a random person interrupted our conversation. I narrowed my new cat eyes at them and hissed.

“She is hungry. You know how cats can be,” Krystal covered picking me up and moving us to the other end of the counter.

Jona chuckled before placing his hand on his chest. ”Who me?” he asked. “I just want to help you and Krystal out of this sticky situation.”

“Ha! Lies! I know that is not all. You better start talking, fairy boy,” I grimaced as best I could with cat features. I did not believe a word the fae prince said.

“I will not stand here and be besmirched by a cat,” Jona said indignantly.

“Your ego is so… Did you hear that?” I asked, my ears perking up and swiveling towards the commotion.

“I don’t hear any…” Krystal started to reply as a low rumble sounded through the store. Followed by a loud audible POP that sounded around us. The ground in front of the cauldron was softer than I would have imagined as I landed on all four paws. I looked over to see Jona helping Krystal up from the ground. Humans are always so uncoordinated. But I think she is worse.

“Isn’t this a welcome surprise?!” a tall woman acknowledged us with a crisp accent. “I wasn’t expecting you in this form, Minerva,” she said picking me up by the scruff of my neck. “But this will make for great fun.” 

July 17, 2025

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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper Part 11

“Wait! How do you know him?!” We exclaimed in unison.

“You first,” Krystal demanded crossing her arms again. I opened my mouth to respond but then shut it. I didn’t think I should divulge my sordid past to her but her glare cut through any resistance. There was hurt and a measure of insecurity in the heat of her stare. I knew that look all too well.

“Frack,” I swore under my breath. “He and I have a long, sordid history,” I explained waving her hand dismissively.

“Go on. I have time. I am not going anywhere. You don’t get out of this that easily,” Krystal demanded, stalking closer to the image of original self. “This is my body, and he will….”

“He will what?” I retorted uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on her hips.

“Nothing,” Krystal halted her approach and looked away from me. I returned the glare she had given me earlier.

“He and I have a sordid history as well,” Krystal sighed.

“Hey, Earth to dummy,” Misty snapped her fingers in front of Krystal’s face. We blinked back into the present.

“What?” I complained focusing on the irritated face in front of me.

“Your client is waiting, and he creeps me out. You need to stop acting like a ditz and get rid of him. I think he is looking for something,” Misty said rubbing her arms looking to the back room. The curtain with the giant peacock on it shifted and shimmered momentarily.

“Yeah, he does, doesn’t he?” I replied. “I’ll take care of him.” I made my way from behind the counter towards the back room. Before I got back there, I grabbed a huge colorful crystal before stopping in front of the curtain. I will definitely take care of him. Taking a deep breath, I pulled back the curtain and stopped short of entering the small space. Jona lounged on the plain chair. No, not lounged. He draped himself around the chair like a big jungle cat. All grace and low-key power.

My breath caught in my throat. He was beautiful. All the high fae were. Being one of the high-crowned princes made him even more irresistible. Our eyes locked once again, and the corner of his mouth quirked up again causing things down low to tighten in very familiar ways. Bastard!

“You are a beautiful creature,” Jona whispered in my ear. Somehow, I had been pulled into the room, and he stood behind me. Away from prying eyes, the curtain was drawn and the crystal discarded on the floor, completely forgotten. Something so familiar about him and not because of my sordid history with him. It appears Krystal’s history with him may have been just as scandalous. His tall stature overshadowing Krystal’s smaller frame. However, he managed to mold himself around her body. His arm a warm and heavy presence around her core, holding her tight. His sweet breath tickling her neck. “I have missed you. It has been far too long, Minerva,” he whispered.

“Who is that?” I laughed as I tried to pry Jona’s hands from Krystal’s body. His grip tightened and we were pressed together tighter. I could feel every hard-won muscle in his body as it burned along the softness of this body.

“Don’t play coy with me, Minerva,” he hissed smelling my hair. “I would know your essence anywhere.”

I laughed and began to struggle again. “I don’t know who that person is. My name is Krystal, and you are in my shop. State your business and be on your way,” I stated as he loosened his arms, and I slipped out of them. I tried to put as much space between us as possible by moving to the other side of the tiny room. Breathing distance so I could think.

“He knows it isn’t me. You might as well confess so we can end this,” Krystal said, sighing and crossing her arms yet again.

“Absolutely not, Krystal! He is the reason we are in this situation in the first place. His jealousy made me into a vampire in the first place. I will not let him know where I am. I spent the better part of a millennium keeping my distance from him,” I finished, pacing in Krystal’s mind.

“I don’t know what to tell you. He knows you are here and since you won’t let me take back over, I can’t help us,” Krystal replied trying to look bored.

“Then that is what we will do!” I announced rounding on Krystal’s mental image.

“What?” she asked when I reached out and grabbed her by the arms.

“Minerva, I don’t have all day. Actually, I do but I don’t want to waste it here. Come out, so we can talk,” Jona called.

“You can take over,” I said flinging Krystal’s conscience to the fore front.

“Holy Hells!” Krystal yelped as she blinked trying to refocus to her own eyes. Brilliant green eyes stared back at her, a little wider than before.  

“Krystal?” Jona questioned, testing the air before doubling over with laughter. Krystal scrubbed her face and ran her fingers through her blonde hair.

“What’s so funny?” she asked annoyed at the whole situation.

“Where do I begin?” he said returning to his seat as before. “First, my dear cousin comes and visits you and drama ensues. Secondly, her visit to you gets you in trouble with Korbin and the Peach Kiss. Something you didn’t need. Third, when your aunt comes to rescue you, you find yourself the pack mule for a djinn. It’s rather amusing. I had to come see for myself. Though the whole pack mule thing I didn’t know about until just now. How interesting. You were never a dull person; I will give you that.”

Krystal stood there, arms crossed, maw agape. “How could you possibly know any of that?”

“Why do you think I am here, my dear?” he replied, flipping his braid over his shoulder. “You have the relic, and we need it. Seeing who your hitchhiker is simply ices the cake. She and I have some catching up to do. Would you like to get rid of her?”

“Yes, please,” Krystal replied without thinking.

“Frack!” I shout as Jona stands from his chair and lays his hand on Krystal’s forehead. Not again, I think before darkness envelops me for the thousandth time.

July 11, 2025

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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper Part 10

“Where is it?!” I shrieked.

“You’ll never find it,” Krystal responded with a scowl plain on her imagined face.

Even with me taking over control of this body, Krystal was a strong one to contend with. Most times there is no one here with me or they are too weak and fade away. Why couldn’t she be a weak one so I can do what I need to do. Getting rid of her sister long enough to find what I needed was hard enough. I need this blonde bimbo to cooperate with me and then I can set some things right.

I growled in frustration, “I have gone through this entire store, looking for that infernal relic. I know you have it here. I searched his memories before he killed that body. He gave it to you for safe keeping.” The scattered memories paused when I reminded her of my transgression. Krystal frowned at the image of my original form, a comely brunette that stood before her.

“It doesn’t matter. You won’t be able to find it and neither will he. He will never get it back. Especially not after keeping me in that damnable dungeon,” Krystal snarled.

“I don’t give a flying frack about him!” I yelled back. “I need that damn relic to get back my original body.” I admitted to her sighing and rubbing my temples. This was not getting me anywhere.

“Look, this should be easy even for you.” I tried reasoning with her.

“Hey!” Krystal exclaimed. I waved a hand at her, dismissively.

“I meant, I get my body back, you get yours back. Which I am perplexed as to how you are still here,” I thought out loud. “You are a stubborn witch.”

“For a demon, you are dumb,” she snapped back at me. “I am not a witch. I am a psychic. A clairvoyant, actually. I don’t cast spells, and I don’t do the whole herb thingie.” Krystal’s image crossed her arms with a huff and turned away from me.

“Regardless of what you are, I need for you to give me the relic….” I started again.

“Hey, fartknocker!”

I turned from this internal argument and pointed at myself as if there were multiple people in the store. I mean there were multiple people in the store. But this name-calling was juvenile, and I had no idea why Krystal tolerated her so-called sister calling her names. Downright uncivilized.

All morning, we had been cleaning up the store. Well, the others were cleaning while I busied myself looking for the relic. Misty, the dark-haired sister, was chatty all morning talking about a vampire relic that was given to Krystal for safekeeping. It was usually used for opening portals throughout time and space. Unfortunately, Krystal’s memory of what it looked like was erased from her memory. Since I didn’t know exactly what it looked like I had to go off of the power emitting from it. The relic was mad powerful since it belonged to the goddess, Kalti, mother of vampires. How in the Hells Korbin came to possess it was a mystery to me. It honestly doesn’t matter at this point. I just need it to get on with my immortal existence.

“Yeah, you dummy,” Misty ribbed. “You have a client waiting for you. He is kinda yummy,” Misty said, lugging a box on top of the display case in front of us. She pointed to a tall, lean mocha man who was sporting a long braid down his wide shoulder and strong back. When he noticed us the corner of his mouth titled up in a sin eating smirk.

“Oh, my heavens!” I exclaimed as I quickly checked out my reflection in the nearby mirror.

“Oh, my heavens? Okay goober. You’re losing your snit today, sis,” Misty commented as she watched us. “I will send him to the back while you… clean up a bit.” Misty laughed, walking over to the man in question and pointing him towards the back of the store. His gaze racked over us our eyes locking for a second in the mirror before he glided towards the back room.

Recognition sparked as we both breathed as one in that moment, Jona.

July 3, 2025

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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper Part 9

“Frack! My head,” I mumbled to myself. “Where am I?” I questioned looking around the dank darkness. My head swam as I tried to sit up from my prone position on the floor.

“You can’t be serious,” an angry voice came from the darkness. I blinked slowly allowing my eyes to adjust. A young blonde woman with piercing violet eyes was staring daggers at me. She approached me, stopping in front of me, crossing her arms and continued to glare. I shook my head only to regret it a second later as the pounding increased from a dull throb to a rock concert.

“I am serious. I don’t know,” she replied talking to something off to the right of me though I didn’t think anyone was in this place with us.

“This is really, off-putting. Who are you?” I asked as my world started to come back into focus.

“I am the person whose body you just hijacked when Korbin killed you,” the blonde huffed. “Which I do not appreciate. You might want to apologize because now I can’t seem to function with you in my head.” Things cleared up quickly as I scrambled to my feet and looked around the darkness.

“Frack! This is not good,” I muttered to myself. I thought he would miss me more than he would want to kill me. I thought to myself with a sigh.

“That’s the understatement of the century! What are we going to do?!” the blonde shouted at me before she took up pacing in front of me.

“He shouldn’t have wanted to kill me,” I stated feeling indignant. “You think you know someone after a couple of centuries.”

“That is your takeaway from this situation?! He shouldn’t have wanted to kill me,” she mocked me not breaking her pacing. “You are a piece of work. No wonder he killed you,” she stated.

“Who are you again?” I asked as I tried to remember the last time I found myself in this situation. It had been at least a thousand years. This is such an amateur problem. I would get laughed at by the other djinn if they ever found out.

Korbin killing me again was a setback I didn’t count on. Honestly, I didn’t think he had it in him. He was such a simp the last time we crossed paths. I had him wrapped around my pinkie finger. I guess I should have expected it. Our last parting was not the best and I suffered the consequences then when he killed me the first time. Some people just didn’t know how to share with other people. Time should have healed that old wound. He is such a baby.

“My name is Krystal. Krystal Waters and I would love it if you left my body,” the blonde replied with a stomp of her foot.

“Huh? Oh, yes. I will as soon as I—.” I responded realizing she had answered my earlier question. Then it dawned on me. “Wait, you are the witch I have been looking for!” I smiled, perking up and staring at the image of Krystal.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” I finished before blinking up into the bright sunlight trying to focus my new eyes. Something was different. There were fast moving blurbs rushing past my vision.

“What the–?” I whispered pushing myself up into a seated position again. I couldn’t go very far though. This body was being restricted in some way, and I had to figure out how so I could get free.

Once I fully gained control over this body my surroundings came into sharp focus. I could feel the steel around me and the battered well-loved cloth of the seat I sat in. The scent of patchouli filled the space and burned my nose as the sunlight streaming into the windows blinded us. We were moving at a high speed. I got the sense we were traveling in a car down the highway.

“Thank the gods you are back,” the strange yet familiar voice sighed in relief.

“Uh yeah,” I replied, realizing it wasn’t the voice I was accustomed to hearing at least not in this body. I touched my shared face, expecting wrinkles only to brush against smooth, soft skin, an upturned nose and large round eyes.

‘Holy Hells! It worked,’ I thought to myself. All these years I didn’t think I was strong enough to keep the body of a witch especially with her still in here with me. The power thrumming through her is so immense. I could go back and bring Korbin to heel. Make him pay for killing me again. That bastard!

“Are you okay, Krystal? I came as quickly as I could. Aunt Stormi couldn’t hold Korbin for long. We had to bounce,” the stranger relayed with concern coloring her voice.

I just shook my head, pulling the seat upright. I adjusted to get more comfortable and pulled down the sun visor. A quiet gasp escaped my bow lips as I looked into the tiny mirror. Startled violet eyes stared back at me, large and filled with fear. I blinked again and smiled. The face was a little dirty and had some blood spattered but it was young and fresh. I fought the urge to cackle. I was going to have a lot of fun with this one.

“Yo, Krystal?! Earth to fartknocker,” the stranger said breaking my fascinated admiration of my new toy.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I replied a little confused at the name calling. “Who are you again?”

“Great, Aunt Stormi did say you would have a little bit of confusion,” she replied slamming on the breaks. The stranger turned to me flipping her dark hair.

Not a bad dye job but not her natural color. I thought. Pale purple eyes stared back at me. Shared nose and facial features, even though she looked a little older around the edges.

“You know how to get yourself in all kinds of shit, don’t you? I. Am. Misty. Your older, bolder, more beautiful, well-travelled sister,” the stranger announced. “Now let’s get in the store before people start to mistake you for the homeless,” Misty finished and opened her car door to leave.

“A sister, huh? This complicates things. I will – “I muttered to myself.

“Don’t even think about it. She is my sister, and you won’t be able to fool her long. Get into my shop, so we can find you a fracking body. This ends today,” Krystal’s voice interrupted my thoughts as she turned her head to glare at her reflection in the mirror.

“We’ll see about that,” I replied with a smirk before closing the sun visor and leaving the car.

June 26, 2025

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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper part 7

“Krystal, Krystal, Krystal,” he says. “You do know why you are here, don’t you,” he states, not asks.

With a sigh, I blow my bangs out of my face, “No, I do not, Korbin.” I shift my weight from one foot to the other while I stand in front of the tall pale vampire staring at me with those piercing blue eyes. “All I know, is that I am standing here, dirty and hungry wondering that myself.”

Korbin smirks at his phone and slips it back into his pocket. “Come now, Krystal. You know that I tolerate a lot of things, but you crossed a line in helping her.” I rub the amethyst crystal in my pocket. I’m surprised they didn’t take it from me. They took my shoes but not my crystal. Vampires are so weird.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I reply snarkily. But I knew exactly who he was talking about. The edict Korbin had put out about the Fae was known throughout the supe world. Especially here in Atlanta. And I knew as soon as I saw that fae princess walk into my shop it was going to cost me. I was just hoping it wasn’t going to cost me my life.

Korbin sneers and clenches his fist. “Don’t lie, Krystal. Especially to me. It is so… unbecoming.” His words tickle the side of my neck as he angrily whispers. I stiffen as his hand caresses my jaw angling my face towards him. Damn his vampire speed. I forget how quickly they move. I didn’t even see it. Now he is inches away from my jugular making goosebumps prickle my skin. Fuck, he is way too close.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Waters, I wouldn’t harm a hair on your pretty little head,” his hand moving my hair over to my other shoulder exposing my neck better.

“Yes,” I squeak trying to calm my fear. Fear is like an aphrodisiac to vampires. They either want to eat or fuck and I do not want to be either for him. Korbin is a monster.

“Yes?” he hisses as his tongue slowly licks my neck causing my body to involuntarily shiver.

“Yes, I do know why I am here,” I reply clearing my throat and taking a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to break the edict. But I had to help her. I saw what happened and she was just trying to get home,” I stammer. His hand grasps my throat, and my back is against his desk. My eyes slam open wide as his bright blue pools come swirling into focus. I’m transfixed as my face goes slack. I try to fight the pull, but I can’t. His hand releases from my throat, and he goes back to stroking my hair.

“Why was she here in this realm? What did you see?” Korbin demands. The swirling in his eyes growing in intensity.

“I-I-I-I,” I swallow and try to shut my eyes tight. “Her brother Prince Adar and another vampire I didn’t recognize.” The words start flowing. Fear is a great motivator. “They were making some sort of deal. He kil—. “

“Korbin, kindly take your cold dead mitts off of my niece. We need to have a word,” Stormi bellows as she stands in the doorway, white hair blowing on an invisible wind of power.

Korbin smiles as he turns his head to face my aunt as she enters the room. “Stormi, always a pleasure,” he states as he straightens to his full height releasing me from his thrall. I immediately roll off the desk and away from danger. “I will have to discipline my staff. You shouldn’t have been able to make it down the drive –” Korbin pauses. His voice falls short, and he stills as he faces my aunt and an unknown woman. Their eyes lock as his smile turns sinister.

“Hello, Aloys. It has been a long time,” she says.

“Delphine?” he whispers, “It has been a while”

June 11, 2025

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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper Part 6

“Could this car be any older?” I asked, not hiding any of the disgust curling my lip.

“Djinn, that body you’re hitching a ride on is much older than this car,” Stormi replies with a snicker.

“Humph, you are one to talk,” I huff and stare out the window. “Where are we going anyways?” I ask as she continues to watch the scenery.

“The Peach Kiss,” Stormi replies under her breathe. Her answer made me slowly turn my head to face her. I could feel the color drain from my face as the information begins to sink in.

“Stop. The. Car. Stop the car and let me out, now!” I shout as I try to open the door.

“What the Hells are you doing?” Stormi asks alarmed by my actions. “Don’t do that,” she shouts trying to keep the door locked. The car swerves to the side of the road just as just as I manage to unlock the door and open it. I tumble to the grass as the car screeches to a halt.

“I can’t go there! I just can’t! Do you know who runs the Peach Kiss? Do you?!” I shout as I gingerly get up from the grass. My pants leg stained and ripped; my knee bloody as I star backing away her.

“Yes, I do,” Stormi replies slowly approaching me as if I was a cornered animal. I guess I am given who runs that vampire kiss. “How do you know Korbin?” she asks suspiciously. Her tone stopping me dead in my tracks. I had been pacing without knowing it. I sigh in defeat as Stormi continues to stare me down demanding an answer. And she is intimidating in her full stature at 6”1’ and broad-shouldered. Her arms fold across her chest causing her muscles to flex. Impressive woman. There is no way out of this without sharing more information than I was comfortable with.

“Is that what he is going by these days?” I ask brushing dirt and grass off of my blazer. I huff out a breathe. “When I first met him, he was the third son of Charlemagne. He slaughtered many of my kind. I don’t think he would take too kindly to me being here.”

Stormi nods, listening intently. “I completely understand what you’re saying. I wouldn’t want to see him either if I shared you two’s… history,” she rubs her chin and places her hands on her hips. “The thing is if you want to get what you need from my niece we have to go through him.”

“What?” I ask.

“Korbin has my niece. If she is the only one who can help you, then you have a choice to make, djinn. Run and keep running your whole unnatural life. Or face your demons head on. The choice is yours.” She summarizes as she strolls back to her clunker.

May 29, 2025

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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper Part 5

I meant to post this last week. 2 posts this week it is then. Enjoy!

“Madame, you have me mistaken,” I huff with indignation ignoring the second gun pointed at me in less than 24 hours. “I am not a common – demon,” I spit as I straighten out my clothes. These portal trips are always so unsettling I think as I pause staring at the gun in question. It’s not just any gun, but a 357 Witcher special with Fae scope and what looks like a hair trigger.

The wizened old woman holding it smirks but doesn’t lower it. “My apologies, djinn.” I cock my eyebrow up in questioning. The woman nods and I finish pulling myself back together. The Witcher special mimics my every move. I weigh my options as our gazes meet and I have no choice but to lift my hands up in surrender. A normal gun wouldn’t kill me. It would piss me off but I would be able to heal the body I was inhabiting and kill the offending moron who pulled the trigger. However, the Witcher special would leave me floating around looking for another body. They are only given out to hunters within SNOB and hers looks like it was well used.

“This whole situation seems completely unnecessary. If you would just point me in the direction of the proprietor of this establishment, I will conduct my business and be on my way,” I try to reason with the old bat. The old bat’s smile cracks as it widens and with a cackle lowers the gun. But only slightly.

“What business would you have with the proprietor of this establishment?” she asked as the wounded cat returns next to her, stalking closer on the counter. He hisses at me and mews at her until she strokes his fluffiness. I hate cats, I think, as I shrink back a little before realizing what I am doing. With a heavy sigh I square my shoulders taking a step forward.

“I don’t believe that is any of your business unless you are the shopkeeper of… The Krystal Ball.” I challenge after picking up a store flyer that rested on the counter on her right. That didn’t seem to be the correct response as once again the Witcher special is aimed at my face.

“Have a care, djinn. That is my niece you are looking for. I knew she was in deep when I saw this mess, but I didn’t realize how deep if the likes of you are just popping up in her shop.” The woman replies with a wave of her free hand. Beyond it, the store lay in shambles. Display cases are tipped over, feathers and herbs are strewn about, and crystals lay scattered all over the place.

“What happened here?” I ask taking in the destruction. What if she was kidnapped or worse, murdered. What am I going to do now?

“Damn it! She was my only hope.” I pout.

“This wasn’t your doing?” she asks me.

“I just arrived. Of course not. I just found out about this place 5 minutes ago. This looks like this was done hours before now. I am a djinn. I have no need for careless destruction.” I retort.

She hums to herself as she weighs the truth in my words.

“True. Well, djinn –”

“Minerva.”

“What?” she pauses really looking at me.

“Minerva. That’s my name. Minerva. Please stop calling me djinn. It’s rude.” I explain.

“Fine, Minerva. You didn’t do this, but you can help me with who did.”

“How is that?” I ask narrowing my brows suspiciously.

“We hunt!” she exclaims with a wild gleam in her eyes.

“Hunt what?” I ask exasperated. This was not what I set out to do today. I wanted to get a mani/pedi, catch a movie and have a delicious dinner. Not hunt go on a hunt with a crazy woman.

“Vampires.” She says finally holstering her gun. She stalks from behind the counter towards me.

“Oh no!” I reply backing away from her approaching form. “I stay away from those vile creatures for a reason.” She stops in front of me, her stance strong, arms folded over her chest.

“If you want to stop running from SNOB and conduct business with my niece, you will.” She demands.

“Damn it! Frack it all to Hells!” I growl. “How did you know I was running from SNOB.

She laughs again. “I have been with the bureau before it was mainstream. I know who you are and why you would seek out my niece for help.” I sigh heavily and hang my head down, defeated. “Good, it’s settled then,” she responds triumphally slapping me on my shoulder.

“My name is Stormi. Stormi Waters, retired SNOB portal enforcer.”

May 27, 2025

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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper Novella – Part 2

I duck inside a bodega on the corner and make my way to the back of the store. Damn it! They caught up to me. They are freaking relentless. “She went this way,” gruff voices called out as men in suits ran by the store’s front door.

Here we go again. I angrily press the numbers on my phone and listen to the ring tone. When I hear the click, I launch into my rant, “they are on to me. You said this wouldn’t happen! You need to fix this, NOW! I’m on my way to you.” I end the call abruptly and exit the store. I make my way to the subway entrance across the street trying to keep to the shadows of the evening as the sun sets.

“He had one job. One job! To get me a clean body so I wouldn’t have to keep running.” I mumble to myself taking the stairs down as quickly as possible without falling. “Impractical heels,” I hiss as I stumble on the last step. A couple rush past me, just making it on the train as the doors slide shut.

“Frack!” I curse as I look around the platform. A disheveled man slumps over on a nearby bench and judging by the smell of cheap alcohol wafting off of him he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I move further into the subway.

A chime sounds and I pull out my phone: K’ is all that comes up. That fucker. This is the last time I deal with an amateur like him. If this wasn’t an emergency I would go to Raheem. But it is and Raheem is still sore over the whole Budapest thing. You would think one hundred years and an apology would be enough to be forgiven.

“Hey pretty lady, you got a dollar?” the disheveled man asks. The stench of stale liquor smacks me in the face.

“Ew! Get the Hells away from me!” I shout, quickly moving away from him. He throws me an obscene arm gesture and moves on to a group of women that just entered the subway. I look around noticing more people have joined me on the platform waiting for the next train. Unfortunately, one of them is that damn SNOB fae.

“How in the Hells does he keep finding me?! Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter and duck behind a column close to the tracks. I chance a peek around the pole to see him holding up that same photo to the group of women and then another couple dangerously making their way towards me.

“Allah, if you ever loved me, I need this train to get here now,” I quietly pray. Gods only knows if he will listen. I peeked around the column again and almost gave myself away. The fae is just in front of my hiding place. His back is turned, and he is on the phone. I’m done for. I managed to make it almost half a millennium without being caught. There isn’t anyone else close by I could jump into, and I will not go back into a lamp. I’m lost if he turns around. I’ll push him. That’s it. I will push him on the tracks and make a run for it.

As I set my mind to do just that, the sweetest sound comes to me. The train’s horn blares announcing its arrival. The fae turns back towards the oncoming train as he hangs up his phone. He stands there facing the entrance of the subway just as the doors open and I slip in. I hear his curse as he turns. We lock eyes as the doors slide shut and I wave as the train starts back on its journey.

April 23, 2025

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Chronicles of a Soul Jumper

No matter how much money I spend on these damn eye creams, they never make these bags go away. I grimace at the reflection in the storefront window. Sighing, I replace my large, dark designer sunglasses trying to hide my shame. I fluff my bangs and begin strolling back down the street towards my luxury apartment.

Mrs. Bingham steps out of the black town car and looks around spotting me walking towards our building. Dirty old bird. If she wasn’t so old and knocking on death’s door, I would jump into her. Unfortunately, she is, and I am not going to get stuck in a corpse again. I didn’t appreciate it 200 years ago and I wouldn’t appreciate it now even if she is the richest person in our building. The old bird waves when she sees me. My fake million dollar smile automatically slides into place. Years of practicing pays off. Unfortunately, I always have to relearn how to smile with every new body.

“Oh hello, Mrs. Bingham. Lovely to see you this morning,” I call out to her returning her wave. She nods in acknowledgement and continues to shuffle to the front door. Miguel, the doorman, opens the front door and steps aside to allow her to shuffle through.

He looks up as Mrs. Bingham finally reaches him and smiles nodding to her. His smile is faker than mine, I scoff. As Mrs. Bingham disappears from sight, another man steps to the other side of the door, his back to me. The stranger is tall and lithe with sandy blonde hair. His ears are slightly pointed. Not enough that norms (humans) would notice but us supes (supernaturals) do. The other man resumes whatever conversation he and Miguel had been having before Mrs. Bingham’s presence interrupted them. Bits and pieces of it float my way, forcing me to stop in my tracks.

“No, I don’t know any woman who looks like that,” Miguel replies.

“You sure. She may be older?” the man asks.

“Nope. She cute. I would have remembered someone like that. She would have stood out to me,” Miguel responses.

‘Shit’, I silently curse. They could not have possibly found me so quickly. I’m just being paranoid. Maybe he is looking for a missing person. I try to convince myself as my steps become slow and measured.

“Look again, Miguel,” the other man replies, handing a photo to my doorman.

Miguel takes the photo the man is holding and studies it. He starts to shake his head when he suddenly looks up and sees me. Then smiles. “Maybe our newest resident has seen your mystery woman,” I hear Miguel call out. The other man turns in profile and I freeze.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! They found me. Freaking SNOB detectives! Freaking fairies!” I murmur to myself. And before he can fully turn, I leap into the alley.

“Ma’am. Ma’am, stop. I have to ask you some questions!” the other man shouts.

“Oh no!” I call back over my shoulder as I pick up the pace down the alley to the next street over. Fortunately, it’s rush hour and the streets are packed with people leaving work or heading to happy hour. I blend into the crowd and keep my head down as the man skids to a halt on the sidewalk behind me. I hear him curse and pull out a cellphone.

“Yeah, it was her. Damn it! She ran,” the man says as he spins in a circle looking for me. With a heavy sigh, I cross the street taking my cell phone out of my purse. This time was supposed to be different. I want my money back.

April 13, 2025

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