by J.R. Bowles
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Mindy lay beside Jamal in her hotel bed. He had cherished her and was now sleeping soundly. She had made sure of it.
What a fool he is, she thought. Men are so typical, thinking with the wrong head. She knew who he was and why he was following the white man. Her Cherokee blood boiled at his stupidity.
The spirits had led her here and had prepared her for this. She would use it; the power that was now being sent to earth would be controlled by her. Since her Grandfather had taught her the ways to walk in the darkness, she knew this day would come, and now it was hers. She had joined with Jamal when the spirits had opened the second path to the coming power. Mindy had enticed Jamal to join sexually with her so that when the path opened she would be bound there with him; she drew the power she needed from that joining. She had experienced everything Jamal had. Yet she knew none of them were aware of her. Her own power was growing.
The one with the power was up, she could feel him. He had wandered the streets and had returned. She could feel his disgust and his anger at man's primitive nature. But then she also knew this is what he would experience. Guilt.
Guilt from wanting to be as God and create life.
He was near. Her mind's eye had seen the clerk in the lobby and had seen the girl become aggressive toward the man. His anger fed her own power. She was absorbing it, transmuting it. Then on the elevator she had felt what happened.
When she heard the door to his room close, she eased out into the passage. Mindy pressed the elevator button and it returned. The man was still there, as if he were frozen in time. She relished the fear and pain John had cast on him for his self-indulgence. She called her spirit song and mentally sang to the night, drawing his life energy from him. She absorbed all of him. The man collapsed to the floor with a trickle of blood streaming from his ear.
There was still one more in the lobby. One whom the spirit man had touched with his anger. She must have that energy too, she told herself. Mindy sent the dead man on the elevator up and then walked down to the lobby.
Shards of broken glass lay all over the carpet. The girl had begun to recover, although she still lay on the floor in front of the desk. Then Mindy reached out with her mind and gently sang the song of setting sun, taking the energy that John's anger had touched. Slowly and sweetly her soul drank in the woman's life energy.
Mindy returned to her room and slipped back into bed with Jamal. She smiled to herself, feeling smug and satisfied, for she soon would control him who had come. His power would be her power. All would answer to her.