Part Two: Something Resembling a Prologue
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
was created by Joss Whedon. Dragon Half
was created by Ryūsuke Mita. Not sure who owns the rights to these properties, but I don't, and don't pretend that I do. I acknowledge all copyrights.
Whenever I write an AU fic, I like to quote or paraphrase bits of canon dialogue. Expect that to continue.
Part Two: Something Resembling A Prologue
"God," said Aura, "that new girl is so stuck up."
"I know," Aphrodesia replied. "She sits next to me in history class, right? So yesterday, I come in with a brand new 'do, which she looks right at and doesn't say a word!"
talks," Harmony added. "Except to the teachers. Little suck-up."
"If I talked like her," Aura said, "I'd probably keep my mouth shut too. What is she, a Rasta Leprechaun?"
"And what kind of name is 'Kendra,' anyway?" demanded Aphrodesia.
The three girls entered the cafeteria and paused to scan the room.
"Speak of the Devil," Aura said. "There she is, in the corner. Sitting all by herself, I say with no
"Oh my God," Aphrodesia gasped, "is she actually doing homework?"
"Neg!" Aura said with a shake of her head. "At lunch?"
"Pos!" Aphrodesia replied. "She's, like, the king of all nerds!"
"Stuck up, and
a nerd," Harmony said. "The Trifecta of loserdom."
"That's only two things," Aura pointed out.
"Oh." Harmony wrinkled her forehead as she concentrated on a reply. Brightening, she said "Then that makes two
The other two girls stared at her expressionless. Harmony lost her smile and looked sheepishly back and forth between them.
"Right?" she asked.
"Right," said Aura. She and Aphrodesia snickered to each other. Harmony joined in.
"Uh-oh," said Aphrodesia, "Beeyotch alert. There goes Michelle Blake and her posse."
A girl, blonde or so, in a pleated skirt and a light blue blouse, was headed for Kendra's table. She wore a letter sweater as a half-cape, the sleeves tied loosely around her neck, and two other girls, similarly dressed, were with her.
"They always travel in threes," growled Aura. "How stupid is that?"
The other two girls nodded in agreement.
Kendra jotted down another quick note for later study. After wading through all eight volumes of Dramius, these high school textbooks were pretty light reading, and it was somewhat relaxing to know that her life would never depend on this knowledge.
A shadow fell over the book. She looked up to see Michelle Blake and her two cronies standing over her.
"Can I help ye wit' somet'in'?" she asked politely.
Michelle fixed Kendra with a hostile glower. "They have a saying in Japan," she said. "'The nail that sticks up farthest is the first one hammered down.'"
Kendra considered this. "Oh aye?" she replied. "If I ever go tae Japan, I'll remember. T'ank you." She waited to see if Michelle had anything more to say.
"Don't think you can just laugh this off," Michelle told her. "The lines are being drawn. You're going to have to choose a side."
Kendra blinked in confusion. "A side for wha'?" she asked.
"Oh, very cool," Michelle sneered. "Very above it all. That attitude is going to get you in trouble."
"I've no idea what ye're talkin' about," Kendra said quietly.
"Fine," said Michelle. "Play it that way." She and her two cronies turned and stalked off.
"This has 'won't end well' written all over it," Buffy said sadly to Willow.
"What has what now?" Xander asked as he and Jesse set down their trays.
"That," Buffy explained as she pointed to where Michelle Blake and her honor guard were just flouncing off from Kendra's corner table.
"Why is she over there?" Xander asked. "I thought you were supposed to help her fit in."
"We waved her over," Willow said, "but she said no, she had some homework to do, and no time for socializing."
"That's ridiculous," Jesse replied. "You can do homework and
"Doing homework together is
how I socialize," Willow pointed out.
"It's probably because of me," Buffy shrugged. "I kinda wig her out."
"How come?" Jesse asked as he squeezed a packet of ketchup out on his fries.
"She's got some kinda spidey sense," said Buffy, "and it turns out 'dere's somet'in' strange' about me. Go figure." She tasted her baked beans, grimaced, and started rummaging through her purse.
"Can't think why," Jesse said as he watched her fish out a bottle of Tabasco sauce and pour it on her food.
"So why is this worrying?" Xander asked Buffy. "You have worrying face."
"It's worrying because of Cordelia," Buffy replied.
Her three friends stared at her blankly.
"You guys were never in the popular crowd, were you?" Buffy said.
"What's the opposite of being in the popular crowd?" Willow asked.
"Being us," Xander shot back.
"Cordelia Chase was pretty much the Campus Queen, wasn't she?" Buffy said.
"Pretty much," Jesse nodded.
"It's rare to reach that level before Junior year," Buffy told them. "The fact she managed it as a Sophomore is…impressive. If she'd graduated, she'd have had time to groom a successor, but as it is…"
"As it is," Jesse said, "she just vanished, leaving the catbird seat vacant."
"And everybody wants it," Buffy nodded.
"So when she was…" Jesse said. "When they…when…" He took a deep breath. "It touched off a power struggle, right? Everyone wants to fill her shoes."
"You catch on quick," Buffy said.
"My Dad's a political scientist. He talks shop at the dinner table."
"And you're right. I've seen it before. It's a school-wide popularity contest, and it can get pretty vicious. From what I've heard, Cordelia at least kept the bullying mostly verbal. But now, everyone's expected to choose up sides. In the end, they're not gonna let anyone be neutral."
"They haven't bothered any of us," Willow said, slightly puzzled.
"No offense, guys," Buffy shrugged, "but to them, you're pretty much the bottom of the barrel. And they've left me alone because I hang with you. But they'll make a bid for our support before this is over. And none of them are gonna be happy with anyone who says no.”
"And if Kendra doesn't understand any of that…" Xander realized.
"She may get jumped in the girls room, by a gang out to give her a swirly. And with her training, her response is likely to be…" Buffy tried to think of an appropriate phrase.
"Really, really funny?" Xander suggested.
"Okay, you're not wrong," Buffy smiled, "but it'll have consequences. And it'll attract attention, which she's supposed to avoid."
"I don't get how the Van Helsing squad expects her to operate undercover," Willow said, "if she's supposed to deal with all of that."
"She was assigned to the school by grownups,"
Xander pointed out.
"Who are," Jesse added, "constitutionally incapable of believing what goes on in High School, even when they went through it themselves."
"Isn't there anything we can do?"
"There may be," Buffy said, "but I'll have to think about it."
"Well, think fast," Willow said, pointing.
Aura, Aphrodesia and Harmony were crossing the room toward Kendra's table, with a determined look on their faces.
Jesse swept up his tray and stood. "You girls hang back," he said. "Xander, you're with me."
"Wh-what?" But Jesse had already moved off, so Xander grabbed up his tray as well and, with a shrug at Buffy and Willow, followed.
"She'd better not have started hanging with Michelle Blech," Aura muttered darkly.
"Yeah, she'd better not!" Harmony responded.
They stopped several feet from the table and stood with their arms folded and their faces hostile.
Kendra was aware of them, but she kept her eyes focused on her history book. She had no idea why so many girls seemed angry at her lately, but the longer she could pretend she hadn't noticed them, the more time she had to try to think of a way to deal with it. Not that she was coming up with anything.
Aura cleared her throat. Kendra sighed inwardly, putting down her pencil and raising her head.
"Hey, Kendra," Jesse said as he slid into a seat at her table, seemingly from nowhere. "Sorry we're late."
"Yeah," Xander added as he sat across from Jesse. "They were out of pudding packs, and he made us wait 'til they brought out another tray."
"Dude," said Jesse, "overshare."
Kendra stared at Jesse and opened her mouth, not sure what she was going to say. Before she could get any words out, though, he continued.
"So what are we reviewing first? Math or history?" He looked at the book she had open in front of her. "History! Cool. You're in McDermott's class, right? I think they're on the Middle Ages."
"Knights and castles," Xander nodded.
"Oh, and speaking of," Jesse said, "if there's time, I'd like to talk to you about your D&D character. You still haven't chosen your equipment."
"Don’t wanna go dungeon delving with no equipment," Xander added. "That'd just be embarrassing."
"Oh, Jeez," Jesse said, turning to the three nearby girls as if he'd just noticed them, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. Did you want to say something to Kendra?"
The three former Cordettes stared open-mouthed at the seated trio. Then Aura started to snicker.
"That's okay," she said. The three girls burst into fits of giggling. They turned as one and walked away.
"Can you believe Michelle was trying to…?" Aphrodesia began, and the three of them laughed even harder. "I get to tell her!" Aura gasped. "I can't wait to see her face!" They staggered off, holding their sides.
Xander and Jesse watched them go, smiling. "That," Xander told Jesse, "was slick.
Are you sure you're the sidekick?"
"Even-numbered day," Jesse replied.
"Oh, right," Xander said. "Tomorrow
you're the sidekick."
They high-fived each other across the table.
Kendra had entirely run out of responses. She opened her mouth and started to say something, hesitated, and closed it again. She tried again, this time drawing breath to speak, but hesitated again. Finally, she shook her head.
"What…" she began. She considered her words carefully and started again. "What was dat?"
"That was…it's complicated," Xander said.
"Look," Jesse told her, "schoolgirl politics can get pretty intense. You need to know how to handle it."
They were speaking like authorities, so Kendra had the urge to cast her eyes downward. But they weren't Watchers, so she fought the impulse. But then again, they weren't enemies either. Her training hadn't covered this. She gathered her determination and looked them in the eye.
"Why?" she demanded. "It has not'ing to do wit' me."
Xander and Jesse looked at each other, unsure what to say.
"Buffy can explain it better than we can," Jesse said.
"I know you don't like her much," Xander added, "but she's good people. Honest. And if you wanna keep a low profile here, you really kinda-sorta need to talk to her."
Kendra frowned in thought, unsure what to do.
"Could it hurt?" Xander asked.
"It might," Kendra said quietly. "It might hurt her."
Xander and Jesse exchanged glances.
"What do you mean?" asked Xander.
Kendra hesitated again, but Jesse leaned forward and looked her right in the eyes.
"Please," he said.
Kendra quietly nodded to herself.
"De t'ings I hunt," she said, "dey know dat someone is huntin' dem. By now, some of dem must know dat I am here in Sunnydale. And some of dem…will be huntin' me."
She paused to see their reaction.
"Okay," Xander finally said, and waited for her to continue.
"Right now," Kenrda said, "dere's not'ing supernatural huntin' Buffy Summers, and ye'd best believe dat's de way it should stay."
In a deep, deep cavern, in the middle of an underground lake, lay a pebble-strewn island. On that island stood Queen Vina, resplendent in purple hip boots, matching bikini briefs trimmed in white fur, and a halter-top decorated with small silver skulls. In her left hand, she held a tall staff topped by a disk that had been carved into an inverted pentagram. In her right, an open book. Gaseous spheres of sickly green light floated around her.
"In the name of Demon Lord Azatodeth I call," she intoned. "Shekorikath, I summon thee. Come! Come! Come and harken unto me!"
The complex pentagram she'd painted on a level, cleared area glowed yellow, and a nauseous gray-green mist started to rise from between its illuminated symbols. The mist gathered in the middle of the circle, taking form and gradually solidifying. Even before the shape it was taking on could clearly be seen, a booming voice echoed out across the cavern.
"Who summons Shekorikath, He Who Has Been Set Over That Which Burns Without Fire, First Lord of the Fifth Darkness, Master of Lodestones, Keeper of--"
Vina rolled her eyes, hefted the staff and jabbed its point down on the rocky island floor. The pentagram flared green, and the vague figure suddenly screamed as green flames washed over it. As it sank to its knees, its form became clearer. It had three circular eyes, three horns curling around its head (the middle one coming to a point near the back of its neck), and warty purple skin. It wore a silken kimono over its hefty frame.
"I prefer that which burns with
fire," Vina said. "Just so you know."
The demon glared at her with open hatred. "Why…?" he began.
"That was for nothing," Vina said. "Just to show you what you're dealing with. You really don't want to piss me off."
The demon cautiously reached out one clawed hand to the edge of the circle. There was no barrier to prevent its leaving, but the tips of its claws vanished, each molecule snapping back to the Hell it came from, individually,
as it crossed the threshold. If he tried to step across --
"How may I serve thee, Mistress?" Shekorikath asked, his tone belying the respectful words.
"I need to find someone," the Sorceress-Queen replied. "Someone who was taken into the Shift Worlds as an infant, to hide her from my wrath."
"And you summoned me?"
Shekorikath said. "You must really have it in for this girl."
"You have no idea."
Buffy and Willow had finished their lunches and returned their trays, and now they were making their way out of the lunchroom. They noticed Xander, Jesse and Kendra taking their trays back as well, so they slowed down to let the trio catch up.
"So, you do anything fun this weekend?" Willow asked.
"Flew home after I dropped you guys off Saturday night," Buffy replied. "Will, it's amazing. The lights of the town, spread out like…like lights on something dark. I wish you could see it."
"Not on the likely," Willow sighed, "unless you carried me."
"I'm not sure I'm that strong," Buffy frowned thoughtfully. "I mean, I know I could carry you on foot, but flying? Maybe. Want to try it sometime?"
Willow considered it, then slowly shook her head. "I got vertigo once when I tried to ride a horse. I'm a terra firma girl."
"I wish I could fly in the daytime," Buffy said. "That would be breathtaking. But I kind of stand out in that form."
"Well, maybe your Mom could come up with something. An illusion, or invisibility or something."
Buffy shook her head. "Mom's pretty frantic with getting the gallery up and running," she said. "I don't wanna hog any more of her time than I already am."
The two girls reached the door of the lunch area and waited for Kendra and the boys to catch up.
"Anyway, enough of that," Buffy said. "How about you, Will, did you do anything fun this Sunday?"
"Oh," Willow said, "no, nothing like that. I did my homework."
"Don't you usually do that on Friday afternoon?"
"W-well, yeah, but I thought I'd review it just to be on the safe side."
Willow thought back to the previous afternoon. She'd had the magic books from the store spread out in front of her, the candles lit and the incense burning, and had tried for hours to make a feather float in the air. Once, it had fluttered upward for a moment, but then it had settled down. After that it hadn't budged, no matter how she concentrated. She'd eventually gone hoarse from chanting.
"Will? You okay?"
"You kind of zoned out there."
"Oh! No, that's…there was a trig problem that was really tricky; I was just --"
will you get off the party train? Sooner or later you're gonna have to buckle down and get serious."
Willow giggled and flashed Buffy a quick grin as the other three joined them and they all stepped out into the hallway. Kendra fell into step to Buffy's right.
"It appears dat we must have words," she said.
Buffy nodded. "I have a free period right after lunch."
"As do I. I planned to go to de library for a bit of trainin'."
"Cool. I'll walk with you. Guys, I'll meet you out front after sixth period, 'kay?"
Buffy did her best to explain about the struggle for Campus Queen as the two girls made their way through the school. The blonde was just summing up when they passed through the lobby.
"But," Kendra asked, "can I not just tell dem dat it doesn't matter ta me who wins?"
Buffy shook her head. "The keep-your-head-down approach. It has its merits, but in your case there's a fatal flaw: You're mysterious."
Kendra blinked in confusion.
"You're mysterious," the blonde repeated. "Nobody knows what your deal is. That means they're all wondering, speculating, passing rumors back and forth."
"Right. And the end result is, you're interesting." Buffy shook her head again. "It doesn't make for a low profile."
Kendra knitted her brow as she tried to work this out. "I suppose…it does make sense," she said, "of a sort. But what do I do about it?"
Buffy glanced at the bulletin board as they were about to enter another corridor. She stopped and took a closer look at it.
"Hold that thought," she said as she read the flyer carefully. She nodded to herself and turned to the Slayer.
"There," she said, pointing. "That's what you need."
Kendra read the flyer, growing even more confused.
"What," she finally asked, "is a 'cheerleader'?"
Giles had prepared a sign declaring the library closed for inventory, and he picked it up as he heard the library doors open. Instead of coming in alone, though, Kendra walked in with Buffy Summers. The Slayer was in mid-sentence, and Giles paused in surprise as he heard the rest.
"…a sacred callin'," Kendra said. "I was given dis power for a reason, an' it was not t' wave pompoms at people."
While Giles was trying to make sense of that, Buffy countered with, "I didn't say you should be
a cheerleader, I said you should try out
as a cheerleader."
"I-I beg your pardon," Giles said.
"She wants me t' be a cheerleader," Kendra told him.
"No I don't!"
"Ye're makin' no sense!"
"Er, just -- just a moment," Giles muttered as he put the sign down.
"It's part of my plan," Buffy said. "And it makes perfect
sense, if you'd just let me explain!"
"What's de point?" Kendra demanded. "You may have time t' join de pep squad, but I'm de one de vampires are worryin' about!"
"We don't have to worry about the Slayer," Cordelia said.
She stood in the Master's cavern, in front of a portable chalkboard looted from the school. Arrayed before her were about a dozen Aurelian vampires, all in their demonic faces. They were sitting in a random collection of benches and wooden chairs. To her left was the raised dais where the Master stood, watching her and the rest of the Order.
Of them all, only Cordelia was wearing her human face. Some of the Aurelians were a bit disturbed by that, glancing at the Master and wondering why he hadn't ordered her torn to pieces for the offence.
"Not worry about the Slayer?"
demanded one of their number. "Are you nuts?"
"Well, obviously we have to be careful," Cordelia conceded. "But that's been true for as long as humans have been recording history. She's, like, a known quantity."
Cordelia stepped to one side and indicated a column of notes on the board. At the top of the column were the words The Slayer.
"There have been Slayers long enough for us to know all the important stuff," she continued, indicating the bulleted lines that said things like Super Strong, Special Combat Training,
and One Dies, Another Called.
"We may not know a lot about this particular Slayer…yet…but we know what to look for."
She stepped to the other side of the board and indicated the second column of notes. This one was headed with the words Dragon Girl.
"But this dragon girl," Cordelia said. "She's new. She's the one we need to learn more about. She's the one who took out two of the Master's chief acolytes in two nights."
Cordelia put down her chalk and dusted off her hands. Though she stayed in human face, her expression hardened.
"She," the former cheerleader said, "is the one we need to worry about."
Giles took off his glasses and pulled out his cleaning cloth.
"When you've quite
finished," he snapped.
Kendra fell silent, immediately coming to parade rest and giving the Watcher her full attention. Buffy drew breath to speak again, but changed her mind. She waited as Giles cleaned his glasses and put them back on.
"Miss Summers," said the librarian, "I trust you can explain what you're about?"
"Easily," Buffy began heatedly, "if I can…" At Giles' glare, she lost her attitude. "…finish a sentence," she muttered sheepishly.
"All right then," Giles nodded. He picked up the sign on its free-standing metal base and carried it to the library doors. Placing it just outside in the hallway, he closed and locked the doors. He crossed back to the tables, where Kendra and Buffy waited.
"Proceed with your explanation," he told the girl.
"It's just that Kendra is kind of a mystery girl," she said. "She's standoffish, she doesn't join any of the clubs, she never talks to anyone, and that attracts attention." She turned to Kendra. "You try out for the cheer squad, people will say 'oh, okay, she's normal,' and they'll stop wondering what your deal is. Mostly."
Giles pondered Buffy's words.
"It's not without a certain…elegance," he conceded. "And it's far from the worst plan I've ever heard. But there's rather a glaring flaw."
Buffy mentally reviewed her plan, then shrugged and shook her head.
"With Kendra's…athletic prowess, shall we say, it seems fairly likely that she'll make the team," Giles pointed out.
"Dat's right," Kendra realized. "I'd be expected t' join practice sessions, attend sportin' events…"
"It could seriously interfere with her calling," Giles finished.
"Oh," Buffy smiled, "you had me going there for a second. No, that won't be a problem."
"I suppose I could resign straight away, once trials were over," Kendra said.
Giles shook his head. "That would rather defeat the purpose," he said, "as it would attract even more attention."
"No, really, no problem," Buffy assured him. "I though you'd realize." She turned to Kendra. "You'll never make the team," she said.
There was silence in the library while Kendra stared at Buffy.
"Excuse me?" she finally demanded.
"Athletics is only part of being a cheerleader," Buffy explained. "Personality counts too. You have to be open, energetic, enthusiastic. You have to be, you know, cheerful."
"I have a personality," Kendra glowered.
"Yeah," Buffy said carefully, "you really do. And it's a great personality for vampire slayage. If I was a vampire, I'd totally be terrified of you." She studied Kendra's expression. "Especially right now," she added. "But it's not a good personality for cheerleading. For that, you need to be 'up.' Like this."
Buffy stepped back and spent a moment getting into the mood. She curled her hands around the handles of imaginary pompoms. She took a deep breath and raised her arms.
"H! E! M! E! Arrrrr, Y!" she shouted, forming the letters with her arms. On the rising, drawn-out R,
she gathered herself for the jump on Y.
She used the momentum from that jump to roll into a cartwheel. Then she raised both hands up and shook them furiously as she jumped up and down. "Hemery! WOOOO!"
She dropped back into a normal stance as Kendra and Giles looked on with stunned expressions.
cheerleading," Buffy said.
"…It's undignified," Kendra said.
"It's unpretentious," Buffy replied.
"I think we're wandering off the point here," Giles began.
"It's fun," Buffy insisted. "You know what fun is, don't you? Have you ever had an hour of fun in your whole life?"
"I know how to enjoy meself."
"I quite enjoy de homework I get here," Kendra said.
"Getting rather far afield, in fact," Giles continued.
"Homework?" Buffy exclaimed. "For fun?"
"Well, it makes a change from fightin' for me life
Now it was Buffy's turn to be stunned.
"Oh," she said. "Right." She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."
Giles took advantage of the sudden silence to clear his throat. Kendra swallowed hard and returned to parade rest.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said.
"Ah, yes, well," Giles said. "Miss Summers…do you really think attending these, these tryouts will have the desired effect?"
Buffy glanced apologetically to Kendra, then turned back to the librarian.
"Really do," she said.
Giles nodded thoughtfully. "Then I suppose it's worth a try," he said. "I've no better alternative."
"Great!" Buffy said. "They start this Saturday, at ten in the morning. You there?"
Kendra looked doubtful.
"I…I suppose," she said nervously. "Are…you goin' to be there?"
"Sure, wouldn't miss it," Buffy smiled back. "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
"An' will y' be tryin' out as well?"
"Will I…" Buffy blinked in surprise.
"Ye seemed t' enjoy it just now."
Buffy slowly nodded. "You know, I think I will," she smiled.
"Excellent," Giles said. He checked his watch. "Well, Kendra and I had planned a bit of combat training, and we still have about an hour left for that, so if you'll excuse us…"
"Ooh, kung-fu fightin'! Can I watch?"
"Er…" Giles and Kendra exchanged a look. "I don't believe either of us is comfortable with that idea. Not just yet."
Buffy nodded and let Giles lead her to the library doors while Kendra went into Giles' office to change into her gym clothes.
"I've been thinking of taking up self defense my…self," Buffy told him. "Not that I intend to go looking for trouble, but if it finds me, maybe I should know a few moves."
"The best defense against a vampire," Giles said, "is to run. Their strength is, is easily a match for the strongest human, and usually more." He unlocked the doors and opened one for Buffy.
"Maybe you should be the one to teach me, then," Buffy said. "Just, you know, so I can do the Boy Scout thing."
"The, uh --"
"I'll, um, I'll consider it."
"Cool." Buffy said. Giles locked the door behind her after she left.
"Well," Giles said as Kendra emerged from his office in a loose gray T-shirt and basketball shorts. "That was bracing. Rather like a stiff midwinter breeze."
"I'm sorry about me earlier outburst," Kendra said. "I don't know wha' came over me."
" Miss Summers does appear to shake things up a bit doesn't she?" Giles said. "Think nothing of it. You just had a brief moment of humanity, that's all."
"Yes, sir," Kendra said. "It won't happen again, sir."
Giles said nothing, taken aback by her words. There it was again -- that sad
feeling he got sometimes when he spoke to her. With an effort, he shook it off.
"Er, yes, well," he said. "Help me get out the weapons." He fished out the key to the book cage.
"You know," he remarked conversationally as he was setting up a practice dummy, "Miss Summers asked me to give her a bit of training as well."
"I can't think why," Kendra replied. "How much supernatural danger is she goin' t' run into on the cheer squad?"
Catherine Madison stirred the cauldron carefully. "I call upon you, O Laughing Gods," she muttered. "Let this working be made; let my will be done." She picked up a pair of fashion dolls in cheerleader outfits. They had been tied together, back to back, with laces from one of her daughter's sneakers and one of her own carefully preserved pair.
"Let my will be done," she said again. She dropped the dolls into the cauldron and watched them sink into the thick green brew. When they were no longer visible, she leaned forward and inhaled deeply of its vapors. She felt the power stirring, ready to flow into her.
She dipped her fingers into the cauldron, picking up a dab of the stuff with each hand. She closed her eyes and finger-painted the greasy concoction over her eyelids. She shuddered with glee as the dark power flowed into her.
Amy would be home from school in a few hours. She'd been wasting her youth, but soon Catherine would make sure there'd be no more of that.
"My will be done," she whispered once more.
TO BE CONTINUED
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