Nydia's smile was sweet, but tinged with hot anger. "Odds are, dear, you'll never know. You'd better stick with dear old dad."
Toni flushed with rage, moving toward Nydia, her fists balled. No one made any attempt to stop her. When she got within swinging distance, Nydia, to Sam's surprise, gave the young woman a solid shot to the jaw with a hard right cross, sending her sprawling to the carpet. Toni landed on her rump and sat there for a moment, a glazed look in her eyes, her jaw beginning to redden and swell.
"You have all discovered," Roma spoke to the room, "that my daughter is very capable of taking care of herself." She gave Falcon a hot look. "Thanks to him. He insisted upon teaching her the rudiments of self-defense when she was a child."
Falcon had to smile. "Very good, Nydia. You remembered well."
Nydia rubbed her bruised knuckles and said nothing.
"Well?" Roma whirled to glare at Sam. "Your decision?"
"We're staying," Nydia and Sam answered in unison.
"A decision you will live to regret," Roma said with a smile, but thinking: all is working out very well.
The lights went out, plunging the room into darkness.
Nydia screamed in terror.
And from the firmament, the vault of Heaven, a figure ripped toward earth, moving at a speed untrackable by any machine known to man.
As the figure from the world behind the veil again made contact with earth, by the circle of stones behind the home known as Falcon House, a strange, unearthly sound was heard, and the creatures of the forest and the Beasts under the ground were still, as if frozen in motion by the appearance of the near apparition. The figure, huge, pale, and ghostly, made no sound as it walked to the dark circle to sit on one of the dark stones. There, it appeared to brood for a moment, its eyes like lighted sparklers in the night, but to be seen only by those of his choosing.
The phantom traveler rose from the rock and turned its awesome bearded face to the great house, its eyes becoming as mysterious as its identity and mission. The eyes glowed for a brief time, then faded into hard tiny bits of diamond white. The traveler turned his back to the dark mansion, shook its great head, and walked toward the darkness of the forest. The ground trembled slightly as the manlike traveler walked, its feet clad in sandals, with leather thongs laced up the legs, almost to the knees. The dark robe was ankle long, belted at the waist with leather.
As the ghostly appearing man passed the rock altar, still stained with the semen from the man rape, a sword appeared in one mighty hand. The sword came down on the altar of defilement with a clash of sparks and a noise not unlike thunder. Where the sword had struck the stone a huge splotch of white appeared, starkly visible in the night, burned forever in the altar stone.
The awesome man snorted in disgust, and then spat on the ground beside the black altar, the spittle hissing and sizzling on the earth.
And then the cosmic traveler was gone, vanishing as quickly as it came.
Sam felt hard hands reach for him and grab him by the shoulders. Instinctively, he reacted as he had been taught: with extreme prejudice toward his attacker, with survival the name of the game. He jammed stiffened fingers into the throat of the man, spun, and ripped one hand loose from his shoulders, savagely twisting it until he heard the joint pop loose from the shoulder socket. The man screamed in pain and fell to the carpet just as the lights came back on. Nydia had dropped to the floor when the room was engulfed in darkness. She was crouched behind a sofa on one denim-clad knee. "All right?" Sam asked. She nodded silently.
The man who had attacked Sam lay moaning on the floor, his face as twisted as his arm, which lay useless, out of the socket, the arm having been turned a full 360 degrees, something a human arm was not constructed to endure.
Sam spoke to the room of people, his voice thick with emotion, with all present knowing he meant every word, "I'll kill the next person who touches Nydia or me. Do you all understand that?"
His eyes touched each person, male and female, adult and teenager. Only a few eyes did not drop away from his savage gaze.
Nydia rose to stand by him. Sam took her hand. "Let's go."
"Wait!" Roma said, stopping them as they turned to leave the room. "Someone, drag that foolish man from the room," she ordered, then looked at the Christians. "That will be the last act of physical violence directed against either of you—unless you attack us first—until we have decided your decision to stay with your God is firm and irrevocable. I promise you that. And I further promise to personally punish anyone who tries to harm you—physically—during that time." She quickly scanned the room with her dark eyes. "And the punishment will be severe. We will, however, attempt to sway you with words, deeds, and visual action or events. You have until midnight Thursday. After that …" She shrugged.
"THIS IS YOUR PERIOD OF TESTING!" the voice boomed in Sam's head. It was a voice he had not heard before, and it seemed to be near. "You were warned that you would be tempted. Fear not, for the LORD GOD is with you. Resist all you can, with all your might, and do not fear should you sometimes fail, for Christians are not required to be perfect, they are simply forgiven."
The voice faded into silence.
"Did you hear that?" Sam questioned Nydia silently.
"No. Hear what?"
"I'll tell you later."
Roma was conscious of something alien in the room, not physically present, but more a mental thrusting, and whatever it was made her flesh crawl with disgust. And something else crept its way up and down her spine: the first unfamiliar tentacles of fear. She fought the unfamiliar feelings until she had successfully driven them away, then stood quietly as her daughter and Sam left the room. She glanced at Falcon.
He pushed into her brain: "Did you feel that power a moment ago?"
"Yes."
"What was it?"
"I don't know."
She averted her eyes and looked at Karl, remembering his long, thick penis. She licked her lips and Karl smiled.
Falcon's eyes touched upon Toni, and she returned the frankly sexual leer.
"I believe," Black said, speaking for the first time, "that we all should retire for a little fun and games. We have time, for we are many and they are but two puny Christians." He put his arm around a young girl and squeezed one breast, feeling her braless nipple swell under his palm.
Fool! Roma looked at him, knowing that her son would never survive any violent encounter with Sam Balon's Christian offspring. By all that is unholy, she mused, talking toward Karl, Nydia could probably whip him. She thought: I have given my word, and I must see to it :hat it is kept. Saturday through Thursday, no violent acts toward either of them ... of course, she smiled, what is pudding to one person is poison to another. I will have the time to seduce Sam; to impregnate me, for that is not considered an act of violence if he agrees … one way or the other.
"You are truly a beautiful woman," Karl said to her when she reached his side.
"Yes, I know," she said smiling. "And that was a magnificent organ you displayed a few moments ago," she said returning the compliment. "For a bit of stimulation, shall we play voyeur for a time, watching Falcon work his way into your daughter?"
Karl licked thick lips. "Will she scream?" he asked, eyes bright with anticipation at the prospect of watching his daughter couple with the Master's agent on earth. There was always the chance she would be impregnated, and birth a demon. That would make the Master proud.
"They always do," Roma replied.
Sam and Nydia lay side by side in Sam's bed, but the only thing touching between them was their fingers. Sam told her of the voice in his head, and of the message.
She was silent for a time, then said, "Despite that, Sam, and all that is happening around us, I want you."
"Yes," was his reply.
"But I don't believe we should, do you?"
"No."
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"It may be wrong—I think it is, at times, that is—but I have to say it: I love you."
"And I love you, Nydia."
He could hear her silent weeping, and it cut at him. She asked, "Is it wrong, Sam?"
"I … don't know. We'll have to ask when this is over."
"Who do we ask?"
"I don't know that either. But I believe that somehow an … answer will be found. Here, I think. I get the feeling a moral question is not the … not going to be the main issue."
"I don't understand."
"Neither do I. Those words just popped into my head."
"Am I part of your temptation, Sam?"
"A little bit, I believe, and I am a part of yours."
"It isn't fair. God knew we would be thrown together, and surely He knew we would fall in love."
The words sprang into his head, then rolled from his tongue. "He had His reasons, Nydia. We'll know them when we face them."
She turned her back to him and cried herself to sleep, very much aware of him next to her … and wanting him.
* * *
"You're restless this night, Sam," Jane Ann said. She had abruptly awakened and automatically looked around the room for the mist that was Balon.
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
"Don't you sleep in your world?"
"Not as you know it."
"You're holding something back from me," she said, her tone not accusing.
"Yes."
"And you're worried about it." Not spoken as a question.
"To a degree."
"Can't you tell me about your concern?"
"A … friend; an acquaintance … a longtime resident of the world without end … has quarreled with God. He has found an exit and left the firmament. Against orders, I think. But I can't be certain of that. Even He … has moods."
"He made man in His own image, didn't He?"
"Yes and no. He made man and woman in our image."
"I don't understand."
"You will."
"Very well. Who is your friend that he would have the courage to quarrel with God?"
"A mighty warrior. The mightiest of the mighty. And a man who hates Satan and everything the Beast stands for."
"Does he have a name?"
"Yes."
"But you're not going to tell me, are you?"
Balon was silent.
"Is God angry with your friend?"
"I doubt it. No more than He is angry with me for leaving."
"Has your friend come to earth before?"
"Which earth?"
"Tricked you with that one, didn't I?" She smiled. "I got some information you weren't supposed to give, I'll bet."
"Jane Ann …" Balon seemed to sigh in exasperation.
"All right. This earth."
"Many times."
"Where is he?"
"He is not here."
Jane Ann smiled. "Michael, the archangel. Has to be. It's reasonable to assume you would make friends with him. Both of you enjoy a good fight."
Balon projected nothing, but the mist seemed to stir.
Jane Ann giggled, the giggling startling Balon. He projected: "What in the name of all that is right and just do you find to giggle about? A woman of your age?"
"A woman my age? Oh? I didn't realize I was so unattractive."
"I didn't say that, Janey. I just … well, I can't seem to make you understand the seriousness of the situation."
"Oh, I understand, believe me, I do. I know all the pain and degradation that lies before me … that I have to face before I am taken home. At least I think I do. But my main concern was of and for Sam. Now I know that he will be all right."
"How like a woman."
"Chauvinism in Heaven? Really, Sam! How mundane."
"Go to sleep, Jane Ann. You're getting carried away with this verbal cuteness."
"You're angry with me."
"That emotion is not … really displayed in my world."
"What emotions are allowed?"
"Allowed is not the correct word. But I'll let it be."
"Is love allowed?"
"Of course. Love is pure and good and just. You'll see, Janey."
"Love between two people?"
"In … a sense, yes."
"Sam?"
"What is it now?"
"I love you, Sam Balon."
"Go to sleep, Jane Ann."
"Chicken."
"Go to sleep!"
And she drifted off into a calm sleep, even though she felt she knew the horror that lay before her. She was not afraid. And when she had tucked herself into the comfortable arms of Morpheus, and her breathing had slowed, leveled, the mist that was Balon came to her, to hover over her.
And as the ever-living vapor wavered by her, Balon projected: "Oh, Jane Ann, you do not know how hard I fought to come here; you do not know how difficult it was; and you do not know the horror that awaits you. But I do. And I will suffer as you, but will be powerless to help until the end. When your time comes, Jane Ann, don't fight it; let life slip from you; let it ebb until I can take a hand and end your suffering.
"We sinned, Jane Ann, years ago, we sinned—just as our son and my daughter have sinned and will sin again, for Him. But God works strangely, sometimes, my love, and to enter His kingdom is not the easiest or the simplest thing to do. Have strength and faith, my love, for I will be beside you in all your trials, and He will be watching us both.
And I do love you, my darling. As much in this world of mine, His world, as I did as a mortal."
And the mist became a blanket that covered her with a gentleness, a love so pure, it could only come from above.
THIRTEEN
It was as if nothing evil had taken place, or was about to occur at Falcon House. The late breakfast was all smiles and cordiality, with everyone present speaking and smiling at Sam and Nydia, each group inviting them to sit and have breakfast with them.
Sam and Nydia declined each offer, electing to sit at a table by themselves, after serving themselves at the buffet line. Roma appeared at their table, assuring them the food was not drugged, and would not be again. Up until midnight Thursday. She added the disclaimer with a slight smile.
"Your friends will join you momentarily," the beautiful witch said. "And be assured, they are all right."
"The young girls who came with the new group?" Nydia asked.
"Alive and well," her mother assured her.
"Where are they?"
"In a safe place."
"Why aren't they allowed to dine with us?" The daughter held on to the subject like a bulldog.
"Why … they might decide to run away, hurting themselves in the process. They might run off into the woods, and get lost."
"Better that than what you have planned for them, Mother."
The two women stared daggers at each other.
"Drop the other shoe, Roma," Sam said, chewing slowly, reflectively, a thought just popping into his mind.
Roma helped herself to a piece of her daughter's toast, nibbling at it. "Why, whatever do you mean, Sam?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean. But it won't work, Roma. I won't come over to your side because of the kids."
"I see," she said, her smile suddenly very evil. "Oh … wait until you hear them screaming, Sam, dear, then make up your mind."
"You said no violence, Roma," he reminded her.
"No physical violence directed against either of you," Roma corrected. "And has anyone been ugly toward either of you this morning?"
"It won't work, Roma."
"I think I'll give one to Karl this evening." The evil smile became more malevolent. "Yes … Janet, I believe. The youngest one. Twelve, I believe she is. What a tight, tender cunt she must have. Oh, my … how she will wail."
Sam looked at her, the loathing for her blistering through his eyes. "And if I choose to interfere?"
"Why, darling … then we must defend ourselves. It would be only right and proper according to the rules. After all, we would not be assaulting you, would we?"
"You just have to be, Ro
ma, the most despicable bitch I have ever encountered."
She patted his hand. "Of course, I am, darling. And I am so looking forward to you making love to me."
"Never!"
"Never say never, darling." She patted his cheek and laughed as he slapped her fingers away. "Ta-ta, ciao, and all that, dears."
She walked away, a regal bearing to her stride. She stopped at each table, chatting for a few seconds with each Coven member.
"She acts like this is some sort of fucking social gathering," Sam said.
Lana, Linda, and Judy appeared in the archway to the dining area. Black and Susan just behind them. "Judy looks very pale," Nydia observed.
"Take a look at her neck when she sits down," Sam said, the words popping from his mouth. As before, he wondered where they came from. Then he said, "Your mother is a vampire."
Nydia dropped her fork on the plate. "Don't ask me how I know, Nydia. I just do."
"Then Black … ?"
"Must be the same. Falcon, too." And the vision came to him, numbing him: the events of the black mass replaying vividly in his mind. "That's what she was doing kneeling by Howard, hidden by the stones. Remember what I said to her in the room: Howard was one of them, now?'
"My mother drinks … blood!"
"Gross, isn't it."
"I don't believe it, Sam. I … just can't. That kind of thing … I mean …" She shoved her half-eaten breakfast from her. "Who is telling you these things, Sam?"
"The same person … thing … whatever, whose voice I heard earlier. The one I told you about. The message about the period of testing."
She gazed at the young man she loved so desperately. Something about him had changed. He seemed older, stronger. "Your face has changed, Sam. It's … harder, somehow."
"I know." The reply was quiet but firm.
The trio of young women sat down with them, Lana and Linda bubbling and happy, Judy strangely silent, forcing a smile of greeting, picking at her food.
Sam looked at her neck; the fang marks were partially hidden by makeup, but the bites were visible if one knew what to look for. He lifted his eyes to Nydia, projecting silently: "She is one of them. Be careful."
Nydia nodded her head, a gesture so minute only Sam saw it.
"This is so wonderful," Linda gushed. "Isn't this the grandest house you've ever seen?" She looked around at the new arrivals. "Who are all these people?"
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