The Templar's Legacy (Ancient Enemy)

  The Templar’s Legacy

  Ancient Enemy #3

  By

  R. Scott VanKirk

  Art by R. Scott VanKirk

  Edited by Jessica Knauss

  Errors and Omissions by R. Scott VanKirk

  Published by

  Quantum Duck Ink

  Centennial CO 80111

  ISBN: 978-1490493862

  Copyright 2013

  Dedication

  To everyone from Vibrant Solar – Thanks for everything.

  Special Thanks

  To Jim Butcher for many hours of entertainment and inspiration. I hope I can return the favor.

  Special Note 1

  The Templar's Legacy is the third book in the Ancient Enemy series following the adventures of Finn Morgenstern and his friends. While this book could be read stand alone, you will get more out of it if you read the first two books in the series in order.

  Special Note 2

  While I have taken every effort to write this book in grammatically correct English, if you find an error, please let me know at scott@scottvankirk.com so I can fix it for others. I welcome all comments and suggestions. You can visit me at my web-page to see what else I am up to at Http://www.scottvankirk.com

  Author's Disclaimer

  No person, place, or thing you know, or think you know, is depicted in this book so you can't sue me.

  Table Of Contents

  Dedication

  Guilt is Not a Survival Trait

  Colette

  Shady Business

  Shadow Scraper

  Not the Summer of Love

  Out, Out, Damn Shadow!

  My Boyfriend’s Back

  Appalachian Trail

  Pixies Suck

  Back at Camp

  Heading Home

  Death of a Frenchman

  Dancing Fever

  Death of an Irishman

  Missing Person

  Surprise

  ER Musings

  Recovery

  You What?

  Excuses

  Tell Us About Your Date

  Chasing Colette

  Finding Colette

  The Mad Scientist’s Lair

  Do What You Are Told

  Bullets Fly

  Hunted

  Rescue

  Between a Rock and a Sucky Place

  Protecting Your Own

  Plans—Cunning and Otherwise

  More Cunning Plans

  Techno-magic

  Overt Treachery

  Detente

  The Ties that Bind

  Conflict of Interest

  Meet the Family

  Terminal Velocity

  The French Connection

  Mice in the Walls

  Colette

  Sleeping Beauty

  Battle

  Rending

  Denouement

  A Note from the Author

  Excerpt – Power Games

  Excerpt – The Devil Made Me Do It

  A Note from the Author

  Titles By R. Scott VanKirk

  Guilt is Not a Survival Trait

  Some of Dr. Anderson’s “special” patients had an unfortunate tendency to try and eat me. That’s why we planned to always have two burly orderlies on hand when I worked with them. It didn’t exactly make me feel good about what I was going to do, but it helped build an illusion of security.

  I took a deep breath, girded my loins, and entered the plushly appointed room. The physical appearance of the woman I was supposed to help barely registered. The black stain that drenched her aura commanded my full attention.

  Its greasy, cold hunger filled my senses and triggered an avalanche of unpleasant memories. Each one struck me like a runaway boulder: Erik’s shadow-infected presence at Gregg’s wake just before he shot Dave. The terrifying speed at which the spark of my will had been snuffed as the monstrous spirit, Wendigota, possessed me. Daniel’s death as I ripped out his soul and devoured it without lifting a finger. The delicious satisfaction as the aching void of hunger, which defined Wendigota, was momentarily appeased.

  Fight or flight were the options presented to me by my limbic system, and I didn’t know if I could win another fight. When Wendigota, which now lay locked within me in a golden cage, squirmed in recognition of this new shadow, I started shaking with panic. Spring, my live-in dryad, shared my fear.

  Shit Finn, run away! We don’t have to do this! Just tell Holly that there isn’t anything you can do to help these people.

  Spring’s words didn’t elicit their intended cowardice. Instead, images of my little sister came and kicked my conscience in the nards. The pain of it overwhelmed my fear. Holly knew what it felt like to be ridden by one of these shadows. She’d spent her entire life bearing that awful weight before I’d inadvertently ripped it off of her and nearly killed her in the process. Even after everything that happened with Wendigota, the granddaddy of all these shadows, she begged me to help the other people at Shady Oaks. That’s why I was here.

  Finn, letting guilt override your fear is not a survival trait! You are afraid for a very good reason.

  I’m sorry, Spring. I promised Holly I ‘d do this. I can’t leave without even trying.

  I tried to reassure my inner caveman as I reassured Spring. I didn’t have to touch a shadow again. I didn’t have to get close to it. I didn’t have to do anything but talk to its victim. It would be okay. The bad monster couldn’t touch me, couldn’t hurt me.

  Spring, as always, followed my thoughts. No, no, Finn! What if it does? What if this one can jump off this lady? Tell Holly that whenever you get close to one, Wendigota starts to break free. She’ll understand and we won’t ever have to come back here.

  I’ll know, Spring. I’m already carrying enough guilt for three people, any more would break me.

  You’re an idiot!

  I know.

  To release the tension, I grabbed the Caduceus hanging from a chain around my neck and felt its soothing beat. A craggly piece of hard black driftwood, the power it offered would keep me safe. I could use it to protect myself.

  I took a couple of deep breaths and forced myself to look at my first patient in the visual spectrum.

  Janice sat between two mountain-sized men in a Hilton-grade comfy chair. Her mu-mu-covered bulk barely fit in the generous seat, and her haunted, bruised eyes scanned me nervously.

  The smell of her assailed me as soon as I started paying attention. A miasma of stale cigarettes augmented with some rather... um... earthy, undertones.

  Dr. Anderson stood next to her with a hand on her shoulder. “Janice, this is Finn. He’s the one who’s going to try and help you today. Finn, meet Janice.”

  I nodded at her a little nervously. “Hi, Janice.” I was ready to spring out of there if she charged, but she sat and stared at me with just a slight widening of her eyes. As expected, in my second sight, Janice’s lime-green aura struggled under the weight of the hyperactive black oil-slick.

  As I approached, the thick dark stain swirled in agitation around her. The answering squirm from its bigger brother, locked in its cage of my will deep inside my mind, shot a cold jet of fear across my bow. My nerve threatened to break, so I made sure Spring was monitoring our unwilling tenant.

  Janice didn’t try to jump me, but she did greet me in a cigarette-roughened voice, which would have been sexy without the added visuals and odorals (if that’s not a word, it should be).

  “Hello Finn, what’s a nice boy like you doing in a pit like this?”

  I ventured a nervous smile, took a shaky breath, and sat down in the second comfy chair a good eight feet away. “Just lucky, I guess. I’m the en
vy of all my friends.”

  She let out a deep Cathleen Turner chuckle. I would have relaxed more if the darkness riding her hadn’t pooled on the front of her aura and strained to reach me with little black tentacles.

  “You and me both.” Janice leaned forward and said, “So you’re the exorcist Dr. Frankenstein here was telling me about?”

  I laughed at the doc’s surprised expression. “Yep, though I’m more like a swami.”

  “Okay pretty boy, I’m all yours.”

  Pretty boy? She was crazy. “Right. Okay, well, has the doc told you what we’ve discovered about your condition?”

  “That I’m crazy? You don’t need a PhD to me tell that.”

  Like a lot of the patients I met here, once I got past my initial impressions, I found myself liking her. Unfortunately, my enjoyment of her banter was short-lived. It was obvious that the good doctor hadn’t told her what was really going on. He was leaving it up to me. I glared my thanks at him and then tried to figure out what to tell her.

  “Well, I can’t say if you’re crazy or not, but I can tell you that, like a lot of people in this clinic, your condition is either caused by an external agency, or at least made worse by it. It’s something like a demon or an evil-spirit that’s attached to your aura.”

  And eating her soul.

  I don’t think she needs to know that just now Spring. Besides, without the Caduceus, it can’t eat very much.

  Unless it gets to you.

  Spring, please.

  Janice interpreted my pause a prompt.

  “An evil-spirit has attached itself to my aura.” Her face conveyed her trouble digesting this tidbit of new-age speak far more than her words.

  “I know that’s hard to swallow, but it’s true. I’ll give you the short version of my history with these things. When I was ten years old, I started having night terrors. Something monstrous, black, cold, and hungry hunted me through my dreams.”

  Her eyes widened and her flushed face grew pale.

  “These dreams haunted me for weeks until my dad helped me. He taught me a way to protect myself, a meditation technique he borrowed from shamanic practices. When I practiced what he taught me, I could keep the black monsters away. After a while, they stopped bothering me.”

  I had her full attention now. There was a hunger in her eyes that had nothing to do with the hunger of the thing riding her.

  “Now it gets harder to believe. Recently, I’ve learned that the black monsters are real. I’ve learned how to see auras. The thing all the crystal-touting new-agers go on about. With my new sight, the monster on you looks like a coating of black, oily slime poured over your aura.”

  I decided to spare her more detail. I didn’t want to freak her out even more.

  “It’s attached itself to you, and I want to help you get rid of it. I’m going to try and teach you what my dad taught me.”

  “Okay.”

  “I don’t know if this will work, but I don’t think it can hurt.”

  She smirked. “You don’t think it can hurt?”

  I blushed and examined my hands. “No, this is all new to me.”

  She gave a short bark of a laugh, exposing yellowed and crooked teeth, leaned back in her chair, and waved me on. “Okay then, swami away.”

  I looked up and licked my lips. “Okay. It’s pretty easy to do.”

  She raised an eyebrow, and I hastened to add, “Well, it’s easy to describe anyway.” I took a deep breath and dove in. “Basically, I create a golden shield around myself. In my imagination, I make this shield impenetrable. Nothing bad can get through it and the shadows just splash right off.”

  We worked on it for an hour with no obvious results from either of our vantage points.

  When Dr. Anderson called the time, I felt like a complete failure. I looked at him helplessly. His return gaze was completely impassive. I found no sympathy there. (Not that I was expecting any.)

  Janice chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, handsome. I was always a slow student. We can try it again tomorrow.”

  I looked at her in surprise. “Really?”

  She struggled to push her bulk out of the chair. She looked at the two orderlies and asked, “Boys, how about helping the fat lady up?”

  They sprang to her aid, and when she was standing, she addressed me again. “If there is one thing I’ve learned, swami, it’s that grim perseverance will often get you there as reliably as beauty and talent.”

  I stood and smiled at her ruefully. “That’s good, ‘cause I have no idea what I’m doing.”

  She barked out another laugh. “You’re a lousy cheerleader, but I never liked those bimbos. Thanks for trying to help.” She turned, and headed out of the room.

  Deep down, in it’s cage inside my mind, my own personal shadow squirmed once again as she left. The only difference between the one riding Janice and the one I carried in its cage was size. Mine made hers look like a sunny day.

  I turned to Anderson as he watched her leave. “Sorry, Doc. She’s a nice lady, too.”

  “Anyone who can function under the onslaught of these parasites is a truly remarkable person,” he replied.

  I had to nod in agreement. Both of us had taken turns under the yoke of a shadow. It sucked big donkey... thingy.

  I left the session with Janice feeling frustrated and useless. I knew how to strip that shadow right off of her. I had the ability to do it, too, but it took power, power from myself and my Caduceus. I’d done it several times before, and by the last time, I’d barely ripped the soul of the infected person at all... Okay, that sounds bad, but when it really went bad, it went really bad.

  Big Bertha squirmed within its cell whenever I got close to a shadow-ridden person. I’d no idea what might happen if I reached my mind out and applied some of the power of the Caduceus to touch another shadow, and I didn’t want to find out.

  How’s Bertha doing? I asked Spring. The creature was actually named Wendigota by the Native Americans it had terrorized centuries ago, but Bertha was less scary.

  Still locked tight and secure el cap-i-tan dude.

  Thanks Spring. Any change at all?

  It’s hard to tell, but I don’t think so. The cage looks pretty stable.

  That’s good.

  Yep, so let’s not screw with a good thing. Translation: don’t mess with any more shadows. I agreed with her at a very deep level. The thought of being under the control of that monster again freaked both of us out, but I didn’t think I’d be able to stay away from the shadows. I had to help these people somehow, because I knew how they felt.

  I plopped myself into one of the comfy chairs in the common room fighting disappointment and sleepiness. I’d had to get up at the unholy hour of eight in the morning and that just sapped my will to live. I needed something good in my life, something to offset the PTSDs I carried from the horror I’d endured a little over a month ago.

  “Bonjour, Monsieur Finn!” Colette’s lilting voice pulled me right out of my well of self-pity. A pretty woman talking to me? Maybe the Karma Fairy had decided I’d had enough.

  Yeah, right.

  Colette

  Just seeing Colette cheered me up. She was friendly, pretty, and her French accent spoke the language of love directly to my libido. We’d only talked a few times, but I really liked Colette, even if Spring wasn’t impressed with her. The first time I met the French intern, Spring told me she thought that Colette was too petite, too slender, to be a good breeder and, in any event, was on birth control pills. Spring counseled me to find someone else to breed with.

  We didn’t see quite eye-to-eye on the whole purpose of getting a girlfriend.

  Spring’s running commentary on suitable mates meant that I could rarely have a conversation with a healthy girl without blushing. Still, I was determined to get to know Colette. I had the inside track. Dr. Anderson had told me that she was an unpaid intern and would undoubtedly appreciate an offer of a free lunch or three.

  I stood up. “Hi, C
olette!”

  I’m telling you Finn, she’s not worth the effort! Those aren’t baby-making hips.

  Shut up, Spring. Please?

  Colette came up to me with a sunny smile and leaned forward with her expressive lips in a pucker. I knew immediately what she was going for because I saw her do the double cheek kiss with one of the orderlies once. I leaned to the right and she leaned the same way. We had to stop before we collided. I blushed and immediately, we both shifted left and then right again. Each time pushing in and then pulling away. We probably looked like a couple of mating cranes or something.

  I finally pulled back in complete embarrassment. She pulled back as well and laughed. Her eyes sparkled at me, and a mischievous smile curled across her lips.

  She grabbed my hands lightly in hers, and her smile broadened. “Finn, stand still.”

  I did, acutely conscious of the touch of her hands on mine. She pursed her lips again and leaned forward to my right. She stood a few inches shorter than me and had to stand a bit on her tiptoes to bring her lips to my right cheek. She said into my ear, “First, you kiss to your left.” Her cheek brushed mine lightly and her lips smacked ever so softly next to my ear. A shiver ran down to my toes. She pulled back, caught my gaze with her twinkling eyes, and leaned to my left. The touch of her cheek on mine was as light as a butterfly kiss. “Then you kiss to your right.” Her lips smacked softly again, and she stepped back. “Simple, no?”

  I was so aroused that I thought I was going through a second puberty. I squeaked out, “No. I mean yes!”

  She patted me on the cheek still smiling. “You are cute when you blush.”

  Of course, I blushed even harder.

  Don’t just stand there with your dick on your forehead, Finn. Ask her to lunch.

  I pushed past a hundred carefully cultivated rejection-avoidance mechanisms and blurted out, “Would you like to go to lunch with me?”

  “But, of course. I am very hungry.”

  “Great!” OhmygodOhmygod, she said yes! Ohmy... A jolt of pain flashed behind my eyes as Spring kicked me in the mental keister. It did the trick. “Uh, do you like pizza?”

  She smiled with delight and said, “I love zi American pizza.”