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to his potential customers. Jimmy seemed a bit too pleased with his abuse of Daisy, as if he were proud of the way he had her too scared to do anything but what he told her to do. He’d threatened to kill her if she left him, and she was obviously too frightened to do so. Cyrus had no doubt Jimmy would carry out his threat, since he had killed before. Daisy’s time would be limited if she stayed with Jimmy, and she wanted out…bad. If Cyrus took his body, he would be helping Daisy and saving countless others that Jimmy might come across in his lifetime.
    The way Jimmy’s brain replayed the horrible things he’d done, relishing them, as though those memories would tide him over until he could perform some other depraved act, made Cyrus itch to get his hands on the bastard.
    The anticipation of getting a body after fifty years crept through him, warmed him, excited him.
    Almost as good as sex.
    He called upon all his self-control, waiting impatiently for the bar to close before following Jimmy and Daisy back to their crappy, tiny trailer in an even seedier part of town. He wanted to wait until the over-indulgence of alcohol lulled Jimmy into the false security of sleep before taking his body, but if the bastard started rutting all over Daisy, he’d do it before Jimmy could hurt her again.
    Thankfully, as soon as the two got inside, Jimmy fell face down onto the couch. Daisy went to the cramped bedroom in the back. Cyrus waited until Daisy was asleep and made his move.
    He floated over his next body and pushed through the middle of Jimmy’s back.
    Cyrus looked forward to the fight that would momentarily ensue, especially since he always won. Souls were not easy to steal. They were resilient, tough, had a zest for life. He hadn’t yet met a soul that was keen on the idea of death.
    Too bad, Jimmy Boy, your time is up.
    Cyrus found Jimmy’s black soul crouching near his heart, and engulfed it. It fought admirably—they all did—but Cyrus was stronger. He suffocated the soul, giving it no choice but to vacate its home for a chance of survival elsewhere.
    Within moments, Jimmy’s mouth opened, and when he gasped, his black soul, nearly invisible to the naked eye, floated out and sank toward the floor. Cyrus opened what were now his eyes, and watched Jimmy’s soul disappear.
    Yeah, you rot in hell, you bastard.
    Instinctively, human souls knew there was a chance for survival outside a body, but they weren’t aware that there were only three choices available for that survival. Up, down, or floating around in limbo. Cyrus and his kind were the only ones capable of possessing a body and keeping it alive after the original occupant died—or managing a hostile take-over, as he preferred to think of it.
    Humans rarely survived possessions because most spirits were only capable of compromising weak souls, souls that were tired of living. They were easy to overtake and control. On the rare occasion possession happened to a strong-spirited individual, the traumatic event was likely to cause some form of mental damage.
    When Cyrus was first created, and learned that spirits could not invade a body unless invited to do so, he wondered how possessions could happen at all. People didn’t casually throw out invitations to the undead.
    But, live and learn he did.
    Invitations came in many unwitting forms. A body could become receptive to possession by a simple wish—maybe something as seemingly innocent as the desire to be more open to the world—and the mentally unstable were especially vulnerable.
    For the most part, ghosts had no desire to possess the living, or didn’t realize they could do so. Mainly, those lost souls floated around in limbo until whatever tied them to Earth was gone, whether it was a loved one, a task not finished, or simply not being ready to move on.
    However, not all entities were so benign. There were also the Havoc spirits. They were nasty entities who liked to cause problems simply for the hell of