by Susan Firtik
"I can’t believe you’re both laughing at me!” Tashi said with a giggle to back it up. Then the three of them were rolling in the grass, grasping their sides it hurt to laugh that hard. It was healthy. Lina saw the shine in Netta’s eyes and felt a glimmer of hope. They finally simmered down to an occasional snigger, as they walked arm in arm to the porch.
"I’m starving! You’d think an ancient old-world host like Victor would feed his guests! What’s for dinner?"
Again, the house settled into a routine of sorts. Cooking, eating, and talking. Some nervous laughter at the thought of what they were planning and some out right guffaws at Tashi as she described her terrible yet wonderful time with Victor.
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Unseen, Victor watched them through the window from his perch on the large magnolia. Humans were an odd bunch. He’d never thought much about them, except they provided him with nourishment. Now he saw things a bit differently. They had something about them, openness, and a drive to be with others of their kind. Family was important to them. Although he didn’t understand a lot of this, he couldn't remember much of his human life anymore; he could appreciate it, for nothing else but it’s being just different.
Waving his hands and arms in an intricate pattern while whispering ancient, powerful words he felt assured they were now safe within his wards and the magic he had woven around the house. He formed into mist and drifted away from the sunrise to a nearby cave he’d readied for himself just a few nights before. A vampire was better than a boy scout, always be prepared but then, his very existence depended upon that preparation. The death sleep was on him just moments before he sank into the fresh dirt in the cave. Dawn was moments away. Unfortunately, so was Martiss.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Urell was impatient, his usual self, but this time it was impatience combined with anger. That made for a lethal combination. Martiss knew to stay as far away from his chambers as possible, but she also knew if he called she had better appear. The mood throughout the caverns was dark, with all the other demons on alert or having disappeared altogether.
“Serves them right if Urell calls one who’s missing! Then they’ll think twice about deserting me to handle the almighty asshole.” Just at that moment Urell came around the corner from his chambers, scowling, throwing lower demons against the wall as he came into contact with them.
"Where is that witch?!” He bellowed loud enough to be heard in the lower regions of hell.
"I am here, lord. What would you have of me?" She bowed and against her will she smiled, just a little anyway.
"I want you to hurry up and find those damn girls and bring them to me! I want their blood, their power, and that mirror! What I’ve wanted since I gave you the power you now have.” His tone changed as he leered at Martiss.
"Wouldn’t want that power to suddenly drain away, would you? Well, if it isn’t used darkly and used often, it diminishes and you will be powerless against even my small tantric demons."
Martiss shuddered at the thought of those little slugs. Small, maybe, but deadly as tantric demons had poisonous claws that would render you immobile but wide-awake to feel what came next. They had a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth and quills on their backs that they shot into their victims, filled with acid and they had deadly accuracy. Small demons? Yeah, and a hurricane is a little breeze.
"I have a plan, my lord. By tomorrow night I will have three of the sisters and possibly a vampire for your pleasure.”
He seemed surprised by her announcement, grunted, tossed a smaller demon into the wall and went on his way. She hoped that would appease him long enough for her to prepare for her meeting with the luscious Victor.
She wasn’t a true beauty like the good witches, but she wasn’t a crone either. Magic and a little glamour spell would do the trick. She returned to her quarters, stripped and perused her closet. She chose her deep red gown with the plunging neckline and the slit in the skirt from the floor to top of her hip. It made her seem taller. She was short and round, if truth be told. The dress hugged her generous curves, just right.
She naturally, would have nothing underneath. She would make it easy for Victor to reach her. She shivered in anticipation. It had taken her centuries to get him to meet her alone. Why now, all of a sudden? She should be wary of him. And even though she knew it was dangerous, the lust rising in her gut was more powerful. Her eyes shone with delight. She could feel his fingers crawling up her thigh. Shivering with anticipation, Martiss sat on her velvet sofa, spread her thighs and began touching herself.
Her guard at the door was watching. That made her hot! She nodded to him and waved him to her. She would have her fun with Victor making him pleasure her. In the meantime, this hunk of a demon would do nicely, as she shoved him to his knees and commanded "Eat me!" softened only with a slight smile.
"And I’d better get off or your nuts will be cut off!"
She began her fantasy as her now willing partner began kissing her thighs as his hand pushed her labia apart. He had a decent tongue and used it well. She might keep him around. Oh! He sucked her clit while fucking her with two long, thick digits and made her come, hard! Oh yeah!
“Do it again!” she ordered.
This time he turned her over and began playing with her anus. Chills ran down her spine. Yes, she might just keep this one. He pulled her cheeks apart and began pulling wetness from her pussy back to her puckered hole. He groaned and was rubbing his throbbing cock against her cheeks, sliding into her crack forward just brushing her clit then back to just tease at her back door.
“I said, do it again! Make me come!”
He reached around to pinch her nipple with one hand, circle and pull on her clit with the other while pushing his cock into her ass. He would dip a little forward to gather moisture, and then enter her ass again just a bit. Back to the pussy juice and further into her ass. She was melting!
Damn this guy was pretty good at this! Once more with the magic slide and he was half way into her backside. The pain and the pleasure mixing into one huge, over the top orgasm she could not have stopped with ABS brakes. Wow! She leaned forward onto her arms and let him have his moment, she was feeling generous now.
He pumped harder and faster into her ass and she pumped back. It really felt good now. Then finally grunting loudly and finishing his duty, as she thought of it, she pulled away but not before telling him to come back to her quarters twice a day from now on. She wanted him back that evening with a blindfold. She tingled all over.
She returned to Victor and her fantasy. She would entice Victor, wrap around him and feel his cock as he strained to deny her. She would pull her dress apart, and ride his hard cock thru his clothes. She’d climax, strip him down and ride him until he was totally and completely weak and sated. Then she would capture him. Her plan was working just as she hoped. Then once she had the Green, she’d start planning on how to get the Yellow. She wasn’t sure about the sick one. She was a sister, but she didn’t seem to exhibit any power. She had time. She was patient, even if Urell wasn’t.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Monday, the morning before their “adventure” as the sisters started calling it, was bright and sunny. It promised to be another scorcher but the morning was still relatively cool. Tashi loved her mornings. Lina would rather have a root canal than greet the day before noon.
Netta was somewhere in the middle, depending on how she felt. Now that they were in the heat of the summer, mornings and sunset was the only time to enjoy the porch. Lina had asked the workmen to install the ceiling fans on the newly re-built and re-painted porch. That would extend the porch’s useful hours.
Jason knocked on the door and came into the kitchen when he saw someone was up, and asked Tashi how Lina was doing. Tashi was in a dark mood, so unlike her in the morning and hadn’t been told the whole story of Lina’s encounter in the garden. She was instantly curious. Netta wasn’t awake yet. So Lina had to relate the entire tale of the attack, purposely leaving out the distas
teful parts, eying Jason as if to dare him to contradict her. He just smiled.
He related to them where Pete had ended up. He had gone all the way down near New Orleans. Apparently, his reputation was on shaky ground and when word got out he attacked Lina, word spread far enough that he had to not only leave the state, but move even further south.
Fine with me, thought Lina. Jason also mentioned that Keaton had been out of town and would return tonight. Also that he had asked after Lina and her sisters. Specifically Lina and she couldn’t help the zing of happy-happy that ran down her spine when she heard that. She’d have to invite him out to the mansion for dinner, to get to know her sisters better, of course. She was smiling as she walked Jason to the door.
As Lina was turning to go back in, the dark haired, mystery man walked around the house to join up with the crew in back. He remained distant from the men, yet seemed involved. Lina was intrigued, and would have gone to investigate but Netta entered just then and Lina heard someone mention breakfast. Lina’s stomach immediately grumbled.
"Scrambled eggs and hash browns sound good to you, lil sister?” Netta grinned big and got the eggs out for her. Mornings weren’t all that bad anymore, Lina thought.
The small matter of the witch and the “adventure” tonight was at the back of Lina’s mind all day and her work suffered for it. She thought of Keaton, then she thought of the witch. It was like a bad tennis match. But if all went well tonight, she would call Keaton for dinner, maybe kiss him goodnight, or maybe he’d ask her out. Then maybe all the drama would be over with and she could concentrate on getting the house and clinic finished and then start on the downtown shop. She felt like she was starting over or had gone back in time to the very beginning. Shake it off, Lina. Let’s get crackin’! She heard her inner voice, urging her forward.
Victor showed up exactly as the sun set and had with him a short poem of sorts that the sisters had to chant three times in unison—without a break—or the spell wouldn’t work. The three ladies looked worried but determined, especially Tashi, as this would possibly open up an avenue for her to be alone with Victor. She couldn’t take her eyes off him and he always seemed to be within inches of her, with slight touches on her arm or his hand on her shoulder. Pure torture!
"You three will arrive at the old newspaper building. There is a lot behind it to park your vehicle. From there you can see the loading docks. That is where I will be meeting Martiss. You should be able to see us clearly from your car.” He continued, when no questions came up.
"Do not get out of your vehicle. Doing so will cancel the glamour on it protecting you from being seen. Once you see me holding Martiss as we have discussed with her arms bound, start the chant immediately. Three times, in a row, all three of you together.”
Why did this sound so simple? And if it was, why did Victor need them? Why not any three people? Ask idiot! Lina faced Victor and got his attention.
"Uhhhh, Fang, I have one last question...why us?"
"I apologize if I do not comprehend your query beautiful sister, may I ask you to repeat it?”
Lina immediately thought, Man, he could lay it on thick, and avoid the subject as well!
"I asked you why it had to be us. Why three sisters and not just three people. And don’t you dare evade my question, you toothy, winged, vampire…mister.”
“You are connected to each other and therefore the power will be amplified.”
Lina seemed satisfied with the reply but she was probably a little wary of him. Her eyes told him she knew he was hiding something. Good or bad, they were goin’ for broke now.
I’m not stupid. I wasn’t born yesterday. Didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. Okay! Okay! Got it. Something was wrong. Maybe not wrong but hinky, off kilter. Lina scolded herself. Stop it! Enough of the synonyms!
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Victor had to admire her spunk, however, he couldn’t give her a totally honest answer. She would not go and she would not risk her sisters, if they knew the whole truth. Not altogether a lie, but not the whole truth either. He knew they were daughters of magic women, even as they apparently were unaware. The spell would be that much stronger.
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Netta sat down beside Lina noticing her anxiousness. She took her sister's hand and held on tight. That seemed to do the trick, as Lina relaxed and tried to concentrate on what Victor was telling them.
They left the mansion an hour before midnight. Lina thought that sounded so cliché. No self-respecting witch would believe a rendezvous in a warehouse at midnight. It was so...melodramatic and movie-of-the-week.
Lina worried. “Think the witch will show up? Anyway, the plan and the trap are set. There was nothing to do about it now.” The sisters sat in their car, exactly where Victor had instructed. The moon was full. Figures. "Can any of you see anything? Even with the full moon, it’s dark out here." Lina whispered.
"I can’t see over Tashi’s head from back here but you’re right, it’s almost unnaturally dark,” Netta agreed, shifting to sit in between the two front seats. They all watched and scanned the area.
Suddenly there was movement on the loading dock. Victor had arrived a bit early but that gave the sisters time to focus on the area they were to watch. Exactly at midnight...the air stilled. Crickets stopped their incessant chirping. The temperature lowered and fog or mist floated in around the building and parking lot.
Lina shivered at the feel of the hair on her head rising with goose bumps. It was more of an inkling, not a chill, a deep feeling dread. They’d been warned that the magic might make the night feel cooler than normal.
This was more a feeling of: I should NOT have come here. Yup, that’s the one. Big time. Shit.
"I don’t know about you guys, but I think we should leave. Now!" Lina whispered loudly. This time her inner voice agreed, Run! Run! Run! Too late. Victor was standing with a woman. Lina could only assume was Martiss the witch. The sisters watched in fascination as she glided around Victor as if he were a prize horse at the fair.
Tashi tensed and the green monster reared its ugly head. "She better back off. Soon! I don’t like this one bit.”
The air got even cooler as Martiss walked, no floated, around the dock, as if she didn’t want to be in contact with Victor. He was so sure she was in love with him. Something was amiss. Martiss moved closer to Victor and slapped him. Hard! All three sisters gasped. He stood stock still, the impact barely registering. Then she sidled up to him and rubbed him up and down with her body.
"That’s it! He is so dead! Again!" Tashi jumped out of the car, before anyone could blink and immediately the glamour Victor had placed on the small car vanished and they were exposed. "Get your witchy hands off him! And you! Move away from that bitch or you’re dead meat!”
Martiss just grinned. Victor’s eyes were huge as he gaped at Tashi. "What have you done, Tatianna?”
Lina and Netta couldn’t believe their eyes! What in the world had gotten into Tashi? Even if she’d been jealous, she would not have put them in danger, yet she had! She must really have it bad. They both scrambled out of the car and ran for Tashi before she could climb onto the loading dock and all over Martiss. Victor was a blur as he rushed to them, jumped, and placed them on top of the next building.
"Stay here!" He vanished and went for Tashi. Too late. Martiss had her in a binding spell and had another ready to throw at Victor as soon as he came closer.
"My master would be happy with just one of the sisters but as an added bonus, I will also bring him an elder vampire.”
As she threw her arm his way Victor was locked into position, unable to move yet totally aware of everything around him.
"Tashi? Are you uninjured?" He projected his thoughts to her, hoping she’d remember how to answer him.
"Victor?” Her response was faint but there.
"Stay calm, my love. This shall end soon." Tashi didn’t look so sure. To tell the truth, neither did Victor.
Netta and Lina watched helplessly as Martiss t
ouched each of her captives, spoke some gibberish and all three went from solid people to swirling smoke and then they were gone.
Netta screamed first, only by seconds. "Taaaaaashiiiii!" as Lina wailed "Noooo!"
They sat in the car for another hour, hoping Victor would bring Tashi back and they could all just go home. Nothing happened. There was an eerie silence around the buildings that grew the longer they stayed there.
“We’ll come back tomorrow for any clues and maybe get some help in the meantime.” Lina stated in her logical voice.
The drive home was quiet but for Netta crying as silently as she could. They had no idea what to do. Where to go? Who could help?
CHAPTER NINE
They returned to the mansion to find a note addressed to Lina on the kitchen table.
"If all goes well, I will relate this information in person. If not, please be brave. Believe I have not betrayed you. You need information to fight this evil. Martiss is only a small witch, yet you know by now how powerful she can be when she wants something.
“To help yourselves and save us from the demons, you must find the old files and newspaper articles from The Herald in the time-frame of approximately 1912-1915—look for the surname Jackson. It’s likely on the third floor of the same building as tonight. Move discreetly, as there is a guard. Act quickly, for they will soon be destroyed when they tear down all three buildings in seven days. Please, I beg you, do not attempt this alone. Find a trusted friend or guardian. Again, I must ask your forgiveness, and ask that you not try to find me.
"Martiss will prevent any rescue. I am beyond saving. Remember. Trust your colors! I had never been fond of any particular color, until I found my Yellow."
“What the fuck? Excuse my French.” Lina sank into the chair, looking hopeless.
Who could she ask for help? Lina thought. A trusted friend? She hadn’t lived or visited here in over 10 years, she hardly knew anyone well enough to trust them with this sort of problem! Netta was beside herself and needed to settle down or she’d be in the hospital again.