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Authors: Rod Kierkegaard Jr J.R. Rain
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Allie. You know how it felt when you lost Victor.”
“ Yeah, yeah.” I was too happy to even be crabby at her at this reminder of my great lost love. I was just lying back in my bed with that dorky infatuated grin still on my face. I literally could not wipe it off.
“ And don’t go wandering around in the dark alone again, either.”
“ I won’t—Millicent’s already given me hell for that.”
Once upon a time, according to Millicent, instead of including others like Ivy, the triad of witches had been her, me, and Sam Moon. The three of us had been locked in a three-way bond closer and more intimate than any lovers, and our union had spanned many lifetimes and many centuries. We had practiced our craft in the marshes of ancient Rome and told fortunes on the heath during the Scottish wars—and we had even been in Salem together during the witch trials...
“ And by the way, Millicent really, really doesn’t like Eric. She totally disapproves of my having any kind of relationship—keeps warning me against him.” I leaned back against the hard paneled wall beside the bed.
“ Not against him , Allison! Against your falling in love with him. That road can only lead to heartbreak—and great danger for all of us ... ”
“ Was that Millicent whispering in your mind just then?” asked Sam. “Wow, that felt so weird—it sort of tickles . It’s strange, but when she’s inside you, it’s like I can feel her presence there, too. It makes me almost remember her, you know?”
I knew. Like me, Sam is blocked by rebirth from remembering our history as a group together. But unlike me, whose senses become more open every day to recalling pieces of my past lives, her block is permanent because of her vampirism.
Of course, that grants her many other powers I can never have. Like eternal life, for one.
“ I’ll see you when you get back, okay? Stay safe, Allie—and call me if you need me. Remember, I can drop by any time.”
I smiled at that. As a vampire, Sam had the power of flight. In her winged state, she looked like a giant, monstrous bat, and it was really hard to see any sign of her humanity. It was actually a pretty terrifying sight, but I knew she would be there for me if I got into trouble, and that was a very reassuring feeling. Not to mention, she had recently learned to teleport. True story.
And don’t ask.
I went into the bathroom to take a shower. And almost fainted from shock. A very pale, very naked woman was standing there, gazing into the bathroom mirror. For one wild second I thought it was Marisa returned from the dead. Because my next realization was that I was seeing a ghost; the young woman’s skin flickered in and out of the solid world.
“ Millicent !” I said, finally recognizing her. “You look so young. And so...naked. What happened to your dress?”
“ The moon is still very weak,” she said. “I’m trying to read traces of Marisa’s immediate past from her possessions, but I can’t see anything. It’s as if they have somehow been wiped clean of her presence.”
I, on the other hand, was seeing too much. Of Millicent, I mean. I was used to her as an old ghost in a Victorian gown or even an attractive fully-dressed middle-aged lady, but this new, party-girl-gone-wild look of hers was spooking me out just a teeny bit.
I turned and went back into the other room.
She was there now, too, running her astral fingers up and down Marisa’s parka. “You have made this yours, as well,” she said. “Don’t be embarrassed, Allison—now you see me as I really am. A young girl at the height of her powers. Her powers to bewitch.” Her hair turned a brilliant red briefly, as she came to life—then faded back to a white ghostliness. But she was right; she had been pretty amazing-looking. I was just grateful Eric couldn’t see her right now.
She smiled. “Thanks for that thought, dear. It’s true men used to fall in love with me in the old days. They made such fools of
“ Yeah, yeah.” I was too happy to even be crabby at her at this reminder of my great lost love. I was just lying back in my bed with that dorky infatuated grin still on my face. I literally could not wipe it off.
“ And don’t go wandering around in the dark alone again, either.”
“ I won’t—Millicent’s already given me hell for that.”
Once upon a time, according to Millicent, instead of including others like Ivy, the triad of witches had been her, me, and Sam Moon. The three of us had been locked in a three-way bond closer and more intimate than any lovers, and our union had spanned many lifetimes and many centuries. We had practiced our craft in the marshes of ancient Rome and told fortunes on the heath during the Scottish wars—and we had even been in Salem together during the witch trials...
“ And by the way, Millicent really, really doesn’t like Eric. She totally disapproves of my having any kind of relationship—keeps warning me against him.” I leaned back against the hard paneled wall beside the bed.
“ Not against him , Allison! Against your falling in love with him. That road can only lead to heartbreak—and great danger for all of us ... ”
“ Was that Millicent whispering in your mind just then?” asked Sam. “Wow, that felt so weird—it sort of tickles . It’s strange, but when she’s inside you, it’s like I can feel her presence there, too. It makes me almost remember her, you know?”
I knew. Like me, Sam is blocked by rebirth from remembering our history as a group together. But unlike me, whose senses become more open every day to recalling pieces of my past lives, her block is permanent because of her vampirism.
Of course, that grants her many other powers I can never have. Like eternal life, for one.
“ I’ll see you when you get back, okay? Stay safe, Allie—and call me if you need me. Remember, I can drop by any time.”
I smiled at that. As a vampire, Sam had the power of flight. In her winged state, she looked like a giant, monstrous bat, and it was really hard to see any sign of her humanity. It was actually a pretty terrifying sight, but I knew she would be there for me if I got into trouble, and that was a very reassuring feeling. Not to mention, she had recently learned to teleport. True story.
And don’t ask.
I went into the bathroom to take a shower. And almost fainted from shock. A very pale, very naked woman was standing there, gazing into the bathroom mirror. For one wild second I thought it was Marisa returned from the dead. Because my next realization was that I was seeing a ghost; the young woman’s skin flickered in and out of the solid world.
“ Millicent !” I said, finally recognizing her. “You look so young. And so...naked. What happened to your dress?”
“ The moon is still very weak,” she said. “I’m trying to read traces of Marisa’s immediate past from her possessions, but I can’t see anything. It’s as if they have somehow been wiped clean of her presence.”
I, on the other hand, was seeing too much. Of Millicent, I mean. I was used to her as an old ghost in a Victorian gown or even an attractive fully-dressed middle-aged lady, but this new, party-girl-gone-wild look of hers was spooking me out just a teeny bit.
I turned and went back into the other room.
She was there now, too, running her astral fingers up and down Marisa’s parka. “You have made this yours, as well,” she said. “Don’t be embarrassed, Allison—now you see me as I really am. A young girl at the height of her powers. Her powers to bewitch.” Her hair turned a brilliant red briefly, as she came to life—then faded back to a white ghostliness. But she was right; she had been pretty amazing-looking. I was just grateful Eric couldn’t see her right now.
She smiled. “Thanks for that thought, dear. It’s true men used to fall in love with me in the old days. They made such fools of
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