Ghost of Glasgow: Immortal Stonekeeper Case Files #2 (2023) Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Baba Yaga’s Hut

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Jonathan spent the next few seconds silently wondering what he should do next after the reddish hue retreated from the room. He had seen his fair share of gruesome deaths, but witnessing a murder play out in front of his eyes was a new kind of disturbing. Still, it did not add up. If Morevia Wright was the Ghost of Glasgow, why would she kill her own sister? Why vary her methods of killing so many times? When did she turn from a witch into a vampire? More questions turned up the harder Jonathan thought about it, but it was undeniable that he saw her murdering the old woman with his own eyes. “So what now? Do you recognise that vampire?” Lucy asked. “Because I don’t.” “Yes, but it does not matter,” Jonathan said grimly. “Baba Yaga is definitely involved somehow. I just know she is. We need to summon her.” “If you wish…” Lucy muttered. “Fortunately, my dark magic lets us bypass the majority of the ritual, so we won’t have to do any of that ‘face four corners’ nonsense. Did you at least bring the bottle of vodka?” Jonathan nodded and snapped his fingers. Sparks burst from his fingertips, conjuring a filled bottle of vodka in his palm. “Are you ready?” the vampire asked with closed eyes as dark magic swirled turbulently around her. Jonathan quickly stood beside her, setting the bottle between them. “Baba Yaga, Mother Of Death!” Lucy roared in a distorted voice. “Round to us—” “ — We enter the hut of Baba Yaga willingly! ” both of them announced in unison. Jonathan opened his glowing eyes as a huge reservoir of magic poured in from another dimension. The room trembled as though an earthquake had suddenly decided to tear through London. Grey soaked the walls as reality seemed to melt before his eyes. The vibration intensified as the vodka drained itself from the bottle. And then they were no longer in the asylum. ~ ~ ~ “Greetings, at last, Immortal Stonekeeper. I have been awaiting your arrival.” The first thing Jonathan noticed was how dark and messy his surroundings were. The second was how much he wanted to punch this old hag for hurting Anya. “How the fuck do you know me?” He stomped up to the one-eyed witch sitting behind a rotting wooden table. The old woman simply pointed at him. Jonathan growled aggressively as he felt something clamp onto his legs. He looked down. They were tied down by a cluster of vines that the wooden ground had somehow sprouted. “Have care,” Baba Yaga warned. “This glass jar is the only thing keeping your partner’s soul from dispersing. I can’t help her if you drop it onto the floor.” Jonathan ceased his struggle. “Well, well. You certainly have seen better days, Baba.” Lucy walked into the light. Her dark cloak was draped over her shoulders again, barely concealing the two trusty pistols hanging on her sides. “Lucy Westenra, or do you no longer go by that name?” Baba Yaga’s eye flitted to the vampire. “My apologies for taking away your memories; it was a mistake I sought to correct too late.” “Carpenter. Lucy Carpenter,” Lucy stated sharply. “You took my memories so that I wouldn’t recognise your disciple, didn’t you?” Baba Yaga kept her head hung low. “My poor Natasha… My sweet, sweet Natasha…” Her voice shook with emotion. “After everything you had to go through, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. Rest in peace, my dear child…” Wood scraped against wood as Baba Yaga stood up. “This has gone on long enough,” she said. “I have brought you here to resolve what I could not back then. I am placing my trust in you, Jonathan Warner. All shall be revealed.” “You know who the Ghost of Glasgow is?” Jonathan asked cautiously. “No, but you have been having strange dreams lately, haven’t you? Dreams that seem like memories of a distant past. Dreams that feel like you were there, even if that is impossible.” The man narrowed his eyes. “The Ghost of Glasgow is no more than a mere woman, driven to obsession by jealousy and longing for her dead husband. You, stonekeeper, are his present incarnation,” Baba Yaga co