I'll Fight For You

We pulled up outside the church. It was dark and empty. We were in a part of town that you didn't really want to be in at night. I was a little scared to get out. Not because of the area but because of where we were headed. A church was such a complex place. The bad people wouldn't be able to reach me here. But what we were about to do in this church was almost disgraceful.
I got out and the others followed me. Vic was close behind me, hovering protectively by me. I started walking and pushed open the gate. To reach the front doors we would have to walk through graves. There was a narrow path but other than that we were forced to step over people's final resting places.
"You okay?" Vic asked in my ear.
"Yes." I managed to get out.
I went first and tried to look ahead. But I could see the poor people around me. Hovering over many many graves were the poor souls. Some were trapped, they had to be. They were trapped in their own coffins, screaming to get out. I could hear their nails clawing at the aged wood. Their hands were breaking through the grass. But once they were out there was nowhere to go. They were chained to their final resting place.
"I don't know if I want do this." I murmured to the others.
Just being here saddened me to my core. The place reeked of death. The stench was so potent it seeped up my nostrils and almost paralysed me. How can a place of pure safety and serenity be guarded with such vileness?
They knew I was here now. They knew I wasn't just a kid that wanted to get my kicks. They wanted help urgently and I understood that now. They all wanted me at once. The voices I could hear underneath the screams disappeared. Now all I could here were shrieks and yells inside my own head. Nobody else could hear them. They didn't understand the pain. I couldn't think.
I stopped walking and knelt down. I covered my ears with my hands and curled myself up. Why can't it just stop? There's too many of them. Hundreds of voices are dashing through my mind, desperate to reach me.
"Stop!" I screamed. "Please!" I begged. I felt arms around me and winced.
"Shh. . ." Vic soothed. "I'm here, Han'."
"Take me inside," I breathed weakly. Vic helped me up and he led me to the doors. Jaime opened them and we went in. The doors were closed and the voices went instantly. I could think again.
"What happened?" Jaime rushed.
"So many screams in my head," I muttered. I had tears in my eyes now. "They're all so sad."
"Maybe we should leave." Jaime urged.
"They're gone now." Jess said.
"Yeah." I nodded.
"The church is a safe place. Aidan used to come to think. No ghosts can enter unless they're summoned." she explained.
"Are you okay?" Vic rushed.
"I'm okay." I nodded. He took my face gently in his hands and kissed my forehead softly.
"You did really good." he told told me. I smiled and pulled away.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked Jess.
"I've watched," she said anxiously. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"No." I frowned.
We walked up the top of the alter. I sat down on the floor and crossed my legs. Jaime was watching me carefully and frowning.
"How do you know what to do?" he asked me.
"I phoned Rich. He told me Jess knows."
"You do?" Jaime asked.
"Kind of, yeah." she sighed.
"Jess." I urged.
"Guys, light some candles." Jess ordered.
Vic took some from the bag and set them out, lighting them. Jaime sat down on one of the pews and Jess joined him. Vic came up to me and squeezed my shoulders.
"I'll be right here, Han'." Vic soothed.
I sighed and closed my eyes. I flexed my neck from left to right and let my hands graze the floor beneath me. I my mind's eye I could see a light. It was coming from me. It was yellow with a white centre. The light shot away and bathed the entire church in light. I could feel the warmth it was emitting. I smiled gently and sighed.
"Do it," Jess urged.
My head snapped back and I felt something warm down my throat, almost as if I had swallowed hot soup. "I call upon the Dead!" I called, my voice echoing. "Lauren, if you are among us speak to us now in this sacred space. Indicate your presence and readiness by showing yourself to me!"
"Shit." I heard Jaime mumbled.
"Not here." Jess snapped.
I could feel a cold breeze rush through the room. My eyes opened and I saw Lauren sat inches away from me with her legs crossed. She looked at me with bright eyes. I smiled a little and put my hands in my lap.
"Why did you summon me here?" Lauren asked.
"I need to speak to you." I said.
"Is she here?" Vic asked. I nodded in reply and looked back at Lauren.
"They can't pull you back here."
"No." she agreed.
"I need to ask you some questions," I explained. "I'm going to die."
"Yes." she nodded.
"They'll try to kill me. But you're trying to help me. You're trying to protect me."
"Yes." she replied again.
"Do you know when it'll happen?"
"No. But it'll be soon," Lauren said. "They're getting ready. They don't like me talking to you. They think you'll be able to get away. They say you're too special."
"I'm one of The Haunted." I said.
"No, more special. You know. But you can't see. It's all inside your head."
"Is this to do with Hannah Charlotte?" I rushed.
"Yes." Lauren nodded.
"She's me."
"You are her." she corrected.
"Why can't I find her? I looked through the years."
"You didn't." she shook her head.
"Am I special because I lived before?"
"No Haunted has lived before. You could take back what they took."
"Where's Robin Bowe?"
"I don't know," she frowned. "They never want to lose what they have."
"Why?"
"They want you dead." Lauren said simply. I looked down and breathed deeply through my nose.
"I have Vic." I said.
"Hold him," she rushed. My head snapped back again and at the same time Lauren's did. I heard screeching in my ears and saw Lauren screaming. "Ahh!" she yelled.
"What's wrong?" I rushed.
"They know I'm here." she got out.
"You're safe. They can't enter."
"They're going to hurt you," Lauren whispered. "Let me go."
"No, I can't. They'll get to you." I said.
"Hannah, please let me go." she begged. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip.
"I release the soul of Lauren!" I called.
I felt wind around me and I fell backwards. My head hit off of the floor and I lay back, my arms sprawled out at my sides. I felt someone helping me up and saw Vic. He stroked my hair and kissed my cheek.
"What happened?" he rushed.
"She's gone," I said. "I let her go."
"You did soo good. I'm really proud of you." he told me.
"Thanks." I smiled weakly. Vic helped me up and wrapped his arm around me.
"Hey Han'." Jaime said.
"Yeah?" I asked. Jaime held up a map that was sat on one of the pews. I took from him and examined it. I ran my finger over a whole that had been forced through the UK. "That's it!" I exclaimed.
"What?" Jess asked.
"We've been searching US records. But what if she wasn't American. She was from 'outside'. Hannah Charlotte - me from 1890 - was English. That's why there's no record." I rushed.
"That's brilliant." Vic grinned. I saw Jaime looking at the ground and frowning.
"Hime?" I asked.
"Nothing," he shrugged. "It's nothing."

Notes

Hey! What did you think? I love this chapter so much! Things are getting interesting! One thing though guys - never never never fucking never try this! Seriously, I wouldn't even try this! You don't want to go summoning shit you don't know how to deal with. I don't want one of you possessed and dead, okay? As always any questions about my story or the supernatural just ask! I love hearing your ghost stories and experiences too. Send them to me on here or on my tumblr (link in my bio) :)