Reincarnated in Banshee Town

The next day, after saying goodbye and taking his day off from work, Ethan left early for the Philadelphia airport, Blake arrives that morning from Seattle to visit Ethan and his relatives.
After waiting a while at the terminal, Blake's figure appeared in plain sight.
Blake, who came from the west coast, radiated an elegant and safe presence. His style reflected a balance between casual and sophisticated, with tight shorts that highlighted his long, well-turned legs, and a white vest that enhanced his athletic figure. Her face, of captivating beauty, had a different air than the last time they saw each other, with large and expressive eyes that seemed to pierce anyone who looked at her, and her dark hair fell into soft waves, giving her a light but impeccable touch .
As soon as he saw it, Ethan couldn't help but smile. Blake's features were too obvious and easy to recognize so he stood out from the crowd.
— Finally! —Ethan gestured with the flowers in his hand.
Blake dropped the suitcase, surprised, and ran excited to meet him.
— Hey! —Blake said, still speechless, hugging him tightly.
Without thinking, Ethan hugged him and lifted him off the ground, turning him a few times.
—I could get used to this. —Ethan joked, feeling the pressure of his chest against his when he hugged him tightly.
  Among the people who passed by, some looked envious and others curious. But Ethan didn't care. All he saw was Blake in front of him, while they kissed each other.
After a moment, Blake picked up his suitcase, took Ethan by the arm, and they both left the airport.
— Is this bad boy yours? — Blake asked, stroking the soft body of the car that Ethan had parked nearby. I didn't expect that a fully restored 1970 Dodge Challenger had actually been purchased.
— Do you want to take it home? —Ethan waved the keys with a smile, after storing the suitcase in the back.
— Really? —Blake's eyes lit up.
—Of course, have fun. —Ethan threw the keys at him, which Blake caught in the air effortlessly.
Unexpectedly, although Blake had always seemed like a quiet and reserved girl, he proved to be surprisingly fierce at the wheel. As soon as he got into the driver's seat and started the engine, his attitude changed. His hands clung securely to the wheel, and as soon as he had a chance, he stepped on the gas with determination. The Dodge Challenger's engine roared under his command, and Blake maneuvered with impressive precision.
Ethan, who was in the passenger seat, leaned slightly against the back while watching his friend transform the road into his own domain. With each curve he took, he did it boldly, sliding through the traffic as if the other people on the road were just obstacles on his way.
-Wow! Next time I'll think twice about giving you the keys.- Ethan said with a smile, as the landscape began to change to the wooded surroundings of Banshee.
Blake turned his head just a little, his mischievous smile gave away how much he enjoyed that speed and freedom. He drove with such energy that, in a short time, the hills and thick foliage surrounding Banshee began to appear before them. The car devoured the miles with ease, and Blake's fierce ability behind the wheel quickly drove them to the outskirts of town.
— Impressed? — Blake said with a giggle, as he made one last turn that led them directly to Ethan's private entrance to the house.
—Impressive is falling short — he replied, with a mixture of wonder and fun in the eyes.
—Gira aquí —indicó Ethan, guiando a Blake por un camino privado. Cuando estaban a punto de llegar a una puerta, Ethan presionó el mando electrónico y la recién instalada puerta de hierro forjado se abrió lentamente.
Blake estacionó el auto y, tras sacar la maleta, miró a su alrededor, sorprendida.
—¿No te sientes solo viviendo aquí? —preguntó mientras admiraba la residencia de Ethan.
La casa de madera estaba ubicada junto al lago, rodeada de altos árboles. A lo lejos, las laderas estaban cubiertas de flores. Una barandilla de más de dos metros de altura rodeaba una gran área alrededor de la propiedad.
—Es tranquilo, a veces disfruto de la soledad. —Ethan la siguió, dejando que Blake explorara.
Blake corrió alegremente hacia el pequeño muelle que estaba junto a la casa. Allí había un bote de madera atado, balanceándose ligeramente con la brisa.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly over the lake, making the water glow as if it were covered in small stars. Blake, with his bright smile, hurried to the small dock where a wooden boat was moored. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he untied the strings with nimble hands.
— Come on, Ethan! We can't let this day go by! — she exclaimed, her contagious enthusiasm.
Ethan followed her, smiling. Seeing Blake so excited and free made him happy. He got on the boat with a slight jump, causing the small wooden boat to sway intensely. Blake gave a surprise laugh as he tried to keep his balance, but before he could fall, Ethan took her by the waist with a steady movement, stabilizing her.
—Carefully — said with a playful smile as he settled into the boat.
Blake grabbed the oars tightly, without losing his smile. Together they began to row, letting the soft sound of water splashing against wood fill the air. The surrounding landscape became more and more picturesque as the boat slowly advanced towards the center of the lake. The gentle wind caressed their faces, as the mountains and trees created a perfect postcard image around them.
Once they were far enough from the shore, they both let the oars rest inside the boat and leaned back to enjoy the moment. Blake, sitting across from Ethan, took off his white vest, revealing a light T-shirt underneath. Her face was blushed from the heat, and the sweat began to shine on her skin.
—This place is perfect — she whispered, looking at the reflection of the blue sky above the water.
Ethan, who was already feeling the heat, decided to take off his shirt. In doing so, his well-defined muscles were visible, reflecting the sun that filtered through the clouds. Blake glared at him, a mischievous smile peeking out of his lips.
—Hey, you could be a little more modest — Blake said jokingly, faking a disapproving look.
Ethan, without missing the opportunity, stood up in the boat with an exaggerated gesture and greeted himself as if he were an ancient gentleman.
—Miss Blake, let me warn you that if it's hotter, the pants will be next — joked.
Blake laughed. Without warning, he pounced on Ethan and pushed him with all his might. Ethan, unsuspecting, lost his balance and fell into the water with a loud dip. The boat wobbled violently, but remained afloat.
Ethan emerged, laughing as he shook his wet hair. — That was a low blow! — screamed, splashing water at Blake, who was laughing out loud from the boat.
—He couldn't let go of the opportunity — she replied, throwing her shorts into the boat and jumping into the water to join him.
They both swam together for a while, enjoying the freshness of the lake in contrast to the heat of the day. Blake, with his drenched hair and sparkling eyes, slowly approached Ethan. She put her arms around him, looking him straight in the eye, and at that moment, the world seemed to stop. The water was soft and warm around him, and the sound of the wind and birds in the distance was the only thing breaking the silence.
Ethan, feeling Blake's closeness and the intensity of his gaze, hugged her back. The heat from their bodies underwater created a palpable connection. Then Blake whispered with a mischievous smile:
— Are you sure you don't need to take off your pants? —
Ethan let out a low laugh and brought his face closer to hers, his lips just inches away.
Without saying a word, Blake slipped his hands from Ethan's back to his chest, letting his fingers run through the wet skin, feeling his breathing slow. Ethan, caught up in the magnetism of the moment, leaned his head toward her, his lips brushing against Blake's in a soft kiss, almost shy at first, but which soon deepened with increasing intensity. The water around them felt warm, as if the lake reflected the heat that was coming from their bodies.

Blake, without releasing Ethan, drew him closer, until their bodies were completely glued together. The movements of both became more instinctive, guided by the need to be even more united. The water was gently stirring around him, as if the lake itself participated in his privacy.
— You know? I didn't think I'd see you as soon as — Blake whispered between kisses, his voice barely audible on the sound of the wind.
Ethan smiled against his lips, and responded with a hoarse, choppy voice. —I couldn't wait any longer ... —
Her hands slid down Blake's waist, holding her firmly, as she tangled her legs around him. The lake, a silent witness, became an accomplice of that moment, covering them with its cloak of tranquility and privacy. 
Blake slightly arched her body, her eyes closing as Ethan held her tighter. The air between them felt charged with something electric, as if everything that had happened between them up to that moment had brought them exactly to this place, to this connection. Neither of them spoke.
The boat next to him, swaying slowly, became a fulcrum when Ethan took the edge with one hand, keeping his balance in the water. Blake let out a soft laugh, enveloping Ethan even more, as the sway of the boat and the lake marked an almost imperceptible rhythm.
Both were carried away by the tide of emotions, by the heat they radiated, by the feeling of being completely delivered to the moment. Time seemed to fade, caring for nothing but the present, each other, and the murmur of water around them.
When the rhythm of their bodies finally slowed, Ethan leaned his forehead against Blake's, his breaths still choppy.
—We should go back to the boat — Ethan said quietly, although he made no effort to move.
Blake looked at him, his eyes still bright, and smiled knowingly. — So soon? —
Ethan laughed softly, and with one last kiss on his cheek, he swam to the boat, helping Blake get on before doing it himself. Both leaned back into the small space, observing the sky, as the boat slipped toward the shore, echoing its proximity still floating in the air around them.
Back at the house, after a few hours of flight and intense exercise, Blake went into the shower. Meanwhile, Ethan took the opportunity to go to the tool room. He searched between some wooden boards and a thick rope, and after half an hour of work, a large swing appeared under a tree near the lake.
— What are you doing? —Blake asked, coming out with two bottles of beer in hand.
—Come, raise —Ethan said, finishing securing the swing.
Blake sat next to him, and together they began to sway in front of the beautiful landscape of the lake, with laughter echoing through the trees.
Later that night, they both lay down on the large sofa in the living room, watching television. On the table were empty pizza boxes and beer bottles
Tinkering with the remote control, Ethan took a sip from his bottle and asked:
—Your dad is in Los Angeles, why is your uncle in Pennsylvania?
— Who knows? —Blake smiled — It is normal for family members to live in different places.
Ethan nodded, drinking another sip of beer.
—So can you stay a couple more days this time?
Blake shook his head with a smile.
—No, tomorrow morning I'm going to my uncle Jonathan's house. Dad asked me to bring him some things, but he wanted to come see you first.
—Then we must take advantage of the time we have left, these.
Blake turned around with a mischievous smile, casting a fun look at Ethan. — Are you sure? Don't you need to rest a little more? — he asked, pretending concern.
Ethan bowed an eyebrow, noticing the playful tone in his voice. — Rest? Who needs to rest? tonight you are not going to sleep for a minute — he replied, faking indignation while a smile formed on his lips.
With a quick gesture, Ethan waved his hand in the air before gently dropping it onto Blake's buttocks, generating a crisp sound that echoed in the room. Blake let out a carefree laugh, and his body swayed slightly.
— Wow! I want to see that — replied Blake, his vibrant laugh filling the space as he got up, standing firm on his legs. With a provocative air, he leaned toward Ethan, challenging him with his eyes.
Ethan, leaning back, leaned his hands behind his head, watching Blake's movement as his eyes slowly traveled through his body. Her breasts, reflecting the soft light in the room, swayed with each of her movements, and Ethan couldn't help but a satisfied sigh.
— What, are you tired of being brave? — she commented mockingly, but her gaze did not deviate from Blake for a second.
Blake leaned further, his face just inches from Ethan's, and whispered, — Brave? Don't be smart, I know you love every second of this. —
Ethan laughed softly, but his gaze remained intense. — What about you? You don't seem to be in a hurry to stop. "
Without saying more, Blake gently pushed him onto the sofa, riding on it with an agile movement, planting his hands on both sides of his head. Ethan looked at her with his eyes narrowed, feeling his body close, the heat that radiated, the electricity between them that grew with every second that passed.
Blake smiled, leaning a little more, brushing his lips against his without kissing him, letting the moment lengthen, fueling the tension. The breathing of both grew heavier, the environment around him charged with desire. Finally, Blake lowered his head and let his lips meet Ethan's in a deep, slow kiss.
Time seemed to stop for an instant.
The next day, at nightfall, Ethan woke up Blake, who was still sleeping soundly.
—Come on —Ethan said, as he started loading things into the car.
Blake, somewhat sleepy, confusedly sent an address to Ethan from his mobile phone before falling asleep again in the passenger seat.
—I guess I'll get a little out of line with her. —Ethan muttered, lighting a refreshing cigarette.
After smoking it, he climbed into his Dodge Challenger and drove in the direction Blake had indicated.
Blake slept more than an hour before finally waking up. She stretched sleepy and her breasts rose in the dim light of dawn.
— Where are we? —asked looking out the window, still somewhat confused.
There was already light, and the desolate pastures passed slowly in front of the car.
Ethan handed him a cup of coffee that he had bought on the way.
—We're almost there at your uncle's house —he said calmly.
The city they were heading towards was desolate, with houses in poor condition along the road. Occasionally, crows could be heard squawking, adding an atmosphere of extreme desolation.
In comparison, Banshee Town seemed much more lively and prosperous.
After a few minutes of advance, they saw a red brick factory wrapped in vines by the road. The double-decker factory appeared to have been abandoned for many years.
The upper windows were broken, some crows flew from side to side, and the rotten wooden frames swayed in the wind.
A gust of wind blew, producing a moan that echoed in the empty factory building.
Blake giró la cabeza instintivamente, y entonces vio a un niño pasar rápidamente detrás de una ventana en el segundo piso. Le dio unas palmaditas en el brazo a Ethan.
—Oye, mira, hay un niño pequeño.
Ethan miró hacia la ventana, pero no vio nada. Solo el cuervo seguía saltando entre los marcos de madera.
— ¿Estas segura? —Ethan sonrió mientras le revolvía el cabello—. No puede haber un niño en un lugar como este.
Blake se sentía algo confusa, pero volvió a mirar hacia la ventana. Esta vez, solo vio unos cuervos volando lejos.
Sacó la lengua, avergonzada, sintiendo que probablemente había visto mal.
Más adelante, tras doblar una esquina, apareció una casa de madera con techo azul y paredes blancas. Estaba rodeada por una cerca baja de madera blanca. Detrás de la casa, un pequeño bosque se extendía hacia el horizonte.
En los terrenos cercanos, se veían cultivos que crecían hasta más de medio metro de altura, dorados bajo el sol de la mañana.
—Debe ser aquí —dijo Ethan mientras reducía la velocidad y aparcaba frente a la casa.
Blake sacó su teléfono móvil y comenzó a llamar. Poco después, la puerta de la pequeña casa blanca se abrió y salió un hombre de mediana edad, de apariencia algo atractiva.
Blake salió del auto sorprendida, corrió hacia él y lo abrazó con fuerza.
Ethan apagó el motor, salió y comenzó a sacar las maletas de Blake.
Mientras lo hacía, oyó pasos pesados detrás de él. Se giró para ver al tío de Blake acercándose con una sonrisa y extendiendo la mano.
—Hola, soy Jonathan Gaines. Gracias por traer a Blake.
—Señor Gaines, llámeme Ethan. No hay de qué. Blake y yo somos amigos —respondió mientras le estrechaba la mano.
Jonathan tenía las manos cubiertas de callos y vestía como un típico granjero estadounidense, con botas de cuero marrón, jeans azules y una chaqueta encima de su camisa.
En ese momento, otra figura apareció desde la casa: una mujer rubia de mediana edad con una niña pequeña.
Después de abrazar a Blake, la mujer y la niña se acercaron.
—Puedes llamarme Jonathan —dijo el hombre, feliz—. He oído que el padre de Blake te mencionó. Esta es mi esposa Karen y mi hija Wendy.
Jonathan sonreía mientras presentaba a su familia. Ethan le estrechó la mano a Karen antes de volver al auto para sacar una bolsa de chocolates que había comprado en el camino.
Blake le había contado que la familia de su tío tenía una niña, así que decidieron comprarle algo.
—Wendy, encantado de conocerte. Este es un pequeño regalo para ti —dijo Ethan con una sonrisa, entregándole la bolsa de chocolates a la niña.
Los ojos de Wendy brillaron al ver el chocolate, pero, tímida, miró a su madre antes de tomarlo. Karen y Jonathan asintieron con una sonrisa.
—Este es un regalo para ti, Wendy. Puedes aceptarlo —dijo Karen suavemente.
—Gracias —respondió Wendy con una sonrisa, tomando el chocolate y mordiéndose el dedo, antes de añadir con una inocente sinceridad— Te ves muy guapo.
Todos se echaron a reír. Jonathan tomó a Wendy en brazos y le dijo a Ethan:
—Vamos, entra. Karen ha preparado un buen desayuno para ti.
Ethan levantó la mano y miró su reloj.
—Gracias, pero ya comí en el camino. Además, tengo que regresar al trabajo, no quiero molestarlos más.
After saying goodbye to Blake and the family, Ethan got in the car and returned to Banshee Town.
Back at the police station, he went straight to the coffee machine. With a large cup in hand, he went to his desk.
— What time did you go to bed last night? —Siobhan asked, hitting his desk with the task sheet.
—Not too late. Only around three —Ethan replied with a smile.
—Young people are always in good health. Is your little friend gone yet? —Siobhan grabbed his arm with a mischievous smile.
—Yes, I just said goodbye again. Although, compared to her, you are a girl —Ethan said with a fun look.
Siobhan raised an eyebrow and, with a dangerous smile, walked behind him, surrounding his neck with his arms.
— Who do you call a girl? Say it again if you dare —threatened in a playful tone.
—Sorry, I was wrong. You are a very mature woman! —Ethan said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender.
—That's how I like —Siobhan replied, rubbing her hair.
—This is a police station, boys. Why don't you look for a room? —Brock intervened, sitting to the side, laughing.
In an instant, Brock was pushed back with two middle fingers, and Emmett laughed.
Later Ethan and Siobhan went on patrol. As they toured the area, Alma's voice echoed on the radio, reporting a case of harassment in a backyard.
After looking at each other, Siobhan turned the wheel in the direction of the incident site.
Upon arrival, they heard screams from the backyard.
— Get out of my yard or I'll call the police, you bastard! —was heard from the house.
Ethan and Siobhan quickly crossed the lawn. In the backyard pool, a naked man with long hair furiously cursed someone on the other side of the fence. Another naked man was hidden behind him, embarrassed.
Ethan watched the scene, confirming that they were all indeed men.
—Hey, what's going on here? —Siobhan yelled at the hooded man outside the fence.
The hooded man, without running away, clung to the fence and shouted furiously:
— Why did you betray me? Why?!