((OOC: Ghost fight!!))
Rome nearly jumped out of his skin as the cold spot hit him, and a creepy voice whispered in his ear:
“She hates you.... She is leaving you just like your brother did. You mean nothing to her, she felt sorry for you and it was handy to have you around. But not anymore she will leave the moment you ask if she is a werewolf. You will break her little heart, by even considering she could be one. And you wonder why she hates you? You are nothing; you are worthless for Elle....”"Elle?" Rome said out loud. "Who the hell is--" but of course he knew who the voice was talking about. But the only person she ever told him who called her that was of course--
Rome wheeled around. And he saw the ghost
clearly this time. And
damn he looked familiar.
"Holy sh*t, Cal, look out!" Rome cried, pointing.
"What?" he asked. No one in the room moved.
"Can't you see him, he's there! The ghost!"
"Rome, is this another one of your visions?" Aly asked patiently.
Before Rome could answer, the ghost--this, like, 18-year-old infant--rushed him and shoved him against the wall. He felt the plaster behind him (and possibly some of his bones, but he tried not to think about that) giving way with a sickening crack.
And
that got everyone to move, as everyone shouted at once:
"Get the shotgun!"
"Rock salt! Where's the rock salt?"
"Where is he? I can't see him! Rome, where is it?"
But then the ghost flickered where he stood, and a feral grin played on his lips as he held Rome against the wall with superhuman strength.
"It's Nick!" Rome gasped, trying to pull the ghost's hand away from his throat. "It's the ghost of her brother!"