Late Night Horror: Demons, Cults & Cursed Rituals Anthology

Welcome back, my spookies. Tonight, school is in session, but the lesson plan has been written in blood. At a strict religious academy, a forbidden book offers one rebellious student something far more dangerous than freedom. Deep in the Tennessee Wilderness, a self proclaimed soldier of fortune points his weapons at a Satanic cult and discovers that the devil is not merely a figure of speech. One truly terrible morning becomes a supernatural curse that no amount of flushing can stop. And at Strickfield High, a squad of vampire cheerleaders is about to learn that they are not the largest predator stalking the halls.

These stories are wicked, wild and darkly funny, filled with demons, witchcraft, occult rituals, possessed children, undead armies, and fangs after the final bell, so hide the holy water, check your reflection, and never insult a witch after midnight, Turn down the lights, turn up the volume, and prepare yourself for four horrifying tales of temptation, transformation, and supernatural revenge. And make sure you're subscribed because this is weekly Spooky. Every Wednesday, there's a brand new terror tale for you to enjoy seven years strong and still going. Now let's begin sin by rob Fields. I'm sitting here in this mother fucking classroom about to lose my mother fucking shit listening to this boring, mother fucking lecture.

Like I give two mother fucking shits about religion. Personally, I like my other classes. I just hate the ones about a fictitious God and the stories that come out of that big book of lies called the Holy Bible. That's what I get for coming to a hell hole like Strickfield Academy. Still, this place does have its advantages. For one, it's got great food, unlike your average high school cafeteria. Two they give you these sexy schoolgirl outfits. And three I get away with murder here. No really, I do get away with murder here. Listen and learn.

I'm listening to Sister Mary Theodore talking about some shit called revelations. I can't wait to get the fuck out of here. Then these two cunts get my attention. We ain't allowed to have smartphones on in classes. Let these nuns catch you with one. You're lucky if you'll ever see it again. So these two are going old school passing notes. Personally, I don't care if people pass notes. It's the two of them hissing piste when they pass them. When I've had enough of their pists, I snatch the note and crinkle it up, making sure the nun catches me.

She comes right over and holds out her hand hand it over. Elane. Now, she snaps, that's Laney to you. I reply and throw the crinkled ball up front. The bitch retrieves it and reads it to herself. Then she reads the rather interesting conversation to the whole class. These two both glare at me after the rest of the class finishes last, laughing at the juiciness the sister just read. The girls are both told to go see Headmistress Hiltonson. Then the bitch points at me, you too, Elaine. Now, I sigh and grab my books as long as it gets me out of this fucking class.

Excuse me, she demands, You heard me. I've easily got the attention of the other students. They know I don't take shit from anybody, especially these fucking nuns. Oh. I know, sister Theodore wants to call me everything but a child of God. I just love pushing her buttons, but not nearly as much as I love pushing Headmistress Hiltonson's. After school, I walk into detention hall and those two cunts are here. I think their names are Joni Sawyer and Teresa Gilmer. Yep, they're glaring right at me. I got them both in trouble two. I only have to be in detention just today.

Those two are here for a whole week. Ain't it funny those two are passing sexual notes to each other. I back talked both sister Theodore and had Mistress Hiltonson, and all I get is one detention period. I keep telling Hiltonson she can expel me anytime she likes, but she won't budge. Still, I cause more problems than both Janie and Teresa, and I keep getting the lesser punishments. You're dead, Jony hisses. After detention. Teresa adds, I roll my eyes eat me, remembering my shirt is tied up in front of me and not buttoned. I decide to provoke Jony and Teresa even more, and to show I really don't give a fuck, I pull down my bra and shake my tits for them.

Get the appropriate reactions from everybody else in here. Jony and Teresa are out of their seats and ready to lunge at me. When I quickly sit down, Sister Theodore, who's in charge of detention hall this week, comes in. I'm laughing inside when she points right at those two and tells them they'll be in detention all next week too. Teresa points right at me. She just flashed her fucking tits at us. Bad move. Sister Theodore not only kicks them both out of detention Hall, but she tacks on two more weeks for the f bomb and the vulgar bodily reference her words, I'm serving my detention by reading my Bible.

Oh no, I never read the false words of the fictitious God. No, I read a completely different Bible. To the naked eye, it looks like a copy of the Holy Bible, but what I'm really reading are the words of Hell. There's no name for this Bible that I'm aware of. I found it when I was swimming naked in the Castalia River next to some caves two weeks ago. I got out of the water and went into the cave where I was going to spend the night. Get the idea, yet, I'm a fucking runaway. I ran away from home when I was twelve.

Believe it or not, I came from a very rich family, probably not as rich as these mirons living in Strickfield. But our family never wanted for anything. And that was the big problem right there. You'd think I'd be so happy with having money and power. The problem was money just didn't interest me. It's fucking toilet paper. Then there was the whole society thing and the government bullshit. To put it mildly, I just do not respect or appreciate being told what to do. I fucking hate rules. I fucking hate society. On my twelfth birthday, I couldn't take it anymore.

I left that huge fucking mansion in Los Angeles with only the clothes on my back. I didn't take my smartphone or any money. Why I can just steal whatever I want. Through the years, I've paid my dues, I got my ass kicked, I learned to kick ass. I've even killed people. I learned so much in the wild that if it was a profession, I could have made big money. Anyway, I kept wandering from place to place, stealing everything I needed, or living off the land. I'm currently nineteen years old and doing just fine. Why did I come to Strickfield.

I just happened to jump off a train in that area. As I walked the tracks, two girls wearing Strickfield Academy uniforms decided to fuck with me. When they decided to jump me from behind, I grabbed one girl and snapped her neck. Then I grabbed the other one and bit a huge chunk of flesh right out of her neck. She bled all over me before she fell over and died. I took both of their uniforms and washed them in the nearby river. Curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to see what Strickfield Academy was all about.

After checking it out and seeing the place was pretty much a parochial school for fucking rich brats, I decided to settle down here for the time being. Unfortunately, you needed money to go here, so I had to steal some. Far from that, getting in here was easy peasy. Getting back to swimming naked in the river. I was staying at this nearby cave. I got done swimming and was sitting down. I had a fire going and was eating a hot dog. I was cooking on it. While I was eating, I saw something interesting sticking out a little further in the cave.

I got up and went to look. I found and uncovered this big, thick book, a copy of the Bible. Fuck. No, who the hell would bury that fucking book in here? No, someone buried this particular book to keep it secret. I took it back to my fire and opened it. The text was in some language I'd never seen before. Funny thing, though, I found I could both read and understand the words I'm not any special kind of girl with powers or anything. The only other language I could speak fluently was Spanish. But there I was reading away.

I read about a demonic goddess called hell Weaver. Turns out she was banished to the hellish dimension known as Perdition. Hell Weaver battled with an alien girl known as Genessa. Hell Weaver was going to use the reality sphere to change the entire multiverse into a hellish one of her desire. Genessa had done the unthinkable and damaged the reality sphere to where it is. This Bible doesn't say what happened to Genesa, but hell Weaver found herself banished and imprisoned in Perdition, where she remains trapped to this day. Hell Weaver had been able to communicate with other beings, which would explain how this Bible was created.

Hell Weaver had been trying to escape perdition for eons. There were two ways to free hell Weaver. One find the reality sphere and throw it into the Infinity Core. But since us mortals can't exactly move through time and space, hell Weaver had to fined another way, and she did. It's a long process, but if done correctly, it would weaken and shatter the barriers that keep hell Weaver locked in perdition. In fact, that's what I'm reading about again here in detention right now. First, Hell Weaver needs a disciple, an advocate, someone who's willing to get give herself to hell Weaver.

I already told you how sick I am of this fucking world, about everything being about money and rules. The more I'm reading these passages, the more I'm absolutely sure I want to commit myself to hell Weaver. Once I succeed in bringing her into our world, she can do what this Genessa kept her from doing. However, long ago. That was the first step to becoming hell Weaver's advocate, is to prove to her that I'm willing to do whatever it takes in fact, that's what's going to happen. After detention, thirty minutes go by quickly, Sister Theodore says we can leave.

I repack my bible and slide my backpack on. Sure enough, as soon as I leave through the gates of Strickfield Academy, Joni and Teresa are waiting for me, and they made it a point to bring friends. Teresa has a wicked smirk. We're gonna fuck you up. Should we kick or kill her ass? Petatole asks kill her ass? Joni immediately answers. Then she takes a switchblade out and shows me the glistening steel after we cut off her tits. I smile a sexy smile. What these old things? I pull my broad down and flash them all. Now get her, Petta yells.

I quickly turn and run. I can hear all those bitches right behind me. I won't be able to outrun them, especially with the weight of my hell Weaver Bible in my backpack, but I can keep some distance in between me and them. Unlike them, I'm in great physical shape, thanks to enough years of exercising and also running from the cops. I lead them to the abandoned house I've been staying at. When I reach it, I move to a basement window and throw my backpack in before I slide right in myself. I'm already moving up the stairway with my back when the bitches reach the window and start coming in.

It takes the bitches long enough, but they finally find me sitting at a windowsill of what used to be the master bedroom, and my tits are still out for them to see. Jony points right at me, nowhere left to run. You are so fucking dead, I laugh, Well, I'm right here. Come and get me. When they come for me, I pull two hunting knives out from behind me and go at them. The bitches are finding out this girl's got moves. In under two minutes, I've got multiple dead bodies all over the floor. I lick the blood off both knives before I put them down.

Mmm, you babes made me feel so dirty. I purr as I start taking my clothes off. I think I need a bath. When I'm fully naked, I look at the bodies and you can help me fill the tub. I step into the full tub and lower my naked body into the blood. When I'm seated, I sink underneath the blood for a long moment and come back up. Those girls were more than enough to fill this tub. Their blood is so rich, so warm, and so sticky. No, I'm not taking after that blood, Countess. This blood won't let me retain my youth and hotness.

Also, I'm pretty sure none of it is virgin blood. No, the first step to becoming hell Weaver's advocate is to wash yourself in the blood of your own kind mortals. I moan softly and scoop some blood into both hands. I bring them up and pour it over my face and hair. I bathe in this blood for several minutes before I get out of the tub and proceed to the second step. I lower myself to my knees and pick up one of the hearts I extracted from those girls. I don't even think about it as I bring it to my mouth and start eating.

I have to eat all the hearts of those sinful mortals I killed for their blood. They couldn't be innocent hearts. I kept a close eye on this particular group. They didn't just bully other students at the academy. They sometimes beat them within an inch of their lives. They also committed burglaries and hurt the people they stole from, sometimes severely. I needed to show I was even more merciless than they were and would do whatever it took to win hell Weaver's favor. These hearts are actually delicious, in case you haven't figured it out, I've eaten other humans for food, many times, kill or be killed.

That's how this world works. My tummy's really full, and I have one heart left to eat. I have to force myself to I feel like I'm ready ready to burst. I feel like I'm going to puke. I keep taking in deep breaths until I'm starting to feel better, but I do finish eating that final heart. Now, for the third and final step, I must summon hell Weaver herself and have her come before me. The Bible is already open to the pages I need. Then I light enough candles to illuminate this whole room for the ritual.

Note it's still daylight yet. I kneel down in front of the pages and start reading the incantations. When I finish, this light appears near me. I shriek with such happiness when I finally see her. Hell Weaver is so very beautiful. I've only seen the renderings of her in this Bible, but they don't do her justice. Even though she appears before me, She's not really here. It's just a manifestation of herself from perdition. She's still trapped there until I can free her, which will take much longer than the summoning ritual. I just did. I turn my body to face hell Weaver, but remain on my knees.

It's really you. Hell Weaver smiles and takes firm hold of my chin, and you are the first mortal to perform the ritual. This goddess is the best way I can describe her, an amped up version of a succubus. I mean, she's a combination of whatever makes up her flesh in her armor, the blank, fiery gems that are her eyes look deep into mine. You're so beautiful. I choke out. I love you. Hell Weaver's still smiling. I have never seen or felt such devotion from one among your mortal kind. Please please let me serve you. I beg her.

She still holds my chin. I can feel that you abhor authority. Why would you now obey me because I want to free you? I reply, I want you to destroy this world and remake it the way you desire. I hate my people, I hate this world what it's become. I want there to be hell on earth. I can feel myself crying now. I swear my eternal loyalty to you, my hell Weaver. I'll obey your every command. Whatever you want, name it. Hell Weaver smiles again. Interesting, none have ever cried for me before. I've read your words.

I reply, You're real, You're not a false god. I want to free you and be by your side. I'm crying more now. I love you. I choke out again. She lets go of my chin rh She takes my hand and helps me to my feet. She takes a I don't know a kind of motherly hold of my face as she looks into my teary eyes. Again. You have proven to me that you can become my advocate, Elena Lister. But you haven't just proven yourself to me, my daughter, You even feel for me. This is a first for both a disciple and a mortal.

It was so easy for you to bathe in the foul blood of your own kind. However, eating all of their hearts was something only you have succeeded in doing. It shows that you would give your very existence to serve me, and you do not fear me. I do not know whether you are foolish or I don't fear you because I love you. I cry. Do I need to prove myself more to show you that hell Weaver considers me. Now, come with me, my child. There is one way you shall prove your love for me. Suddenly everything changes.

Now I find myself in an extravagant bedroom. I know exactly where I am. This is my old house. I ran away from here when I was twelve. Hell Weaver folds her arms in front of her. You left your family at such a young age, especially when you had everything you could ever want. I hated my family. I growled everything was all about money and power. They were always forcing their ways on me, smothering me. This house felt like a fucking prison. I had to run away, and when I did, they wouldn't stop coming after me.

Not because they loved me, but because they wanted to prove their power and superiority. Then prove yours. Sever your ties with your family, completely, kill them, kill all of them. Suddenly, an ancient looking dagger appears in front of me. Do to them what you did to your enemies to summon me. Show me that you truly love and cherish only me. Do this act without mercy, and you shall be reborn unto me. I take the dagger and start moving throughout the house. Oh, the servants are quite surprised when they see me naked and soaked with blood, and that's the last thing they see before I use the dagger to kill them.

Wow, my parents sure had a lot of servants. Next, I find my brothers and sisters and I kill them too. A few of them don't recognize me because they were born after I ran away. As for my older siblings, they recognize me immediately. Being naked and bloody certainly gives me an advantage. Huh. Now it's down to only my parents. I find Mom and Dad sitting in bed together and watching TV. No surprise, the two of them aren't fucking as many kids as they've had together. Boy do they ever shit when they see me Elena. Mom gasps, good God, Dad practically chokes out.

I don't waste time and march right to their bed and slaughter them. I don't just give them a few stabs. I fucking lay into them. I hate them both so much that I viciously stab them multiple times. When their blood splashes on me, I rub it into the blood already on my body. Then I put the dagger down and tear them both open. I soak my hands and their blood, and wet myself more with it. I even wash my face and hair with it. My hell weaver watches me. Do you want me to eat their hearts too?

I ask yes, I'm still very full from the other hearts I've already eaten, but I don't hesitate. I reach inside my parents and pull their hearts out. I eat them both in front of my hell weaver. Much to my surprise, my tummy doesn't burst as I finish both of them. I love you. I tell her again, anything you demand, I will do. She approaches me. Indeed, you have won my love, my child. You may yet serve me and rule at my side. But for you to do so, you must be reborn. You must shed your mortal roots.

You must allow me to both destroy and remake you. This is all that I further require for you to be my true daughter. Will you knowingly and willingly give yourself unto me body and soul. I look into the Goddess's eyes. I give you my everything. Hurt me, torture me, abuse me any way you like. I'll prove my loyalty love to you again and again. Anything make me yours very well, then you shall be reborn unto me. The scenery changes again. We're in a temple, right in front of an altar. Even though hell Weaver can't leave perdition, she's able to bring me into her realm.

My goddess lifts me into her arms and places me on the altar. Now she has fangs just like a vampire and sinks them deep into my neck. I moan hard as she drinks my blood. Next, she easily pushes her hot claws into my stomach. I'm in serious pain, especially when I feel her hand on my heart. The pain becomes so intense I don't think anybody has ever felt this. I grit my teeth and want to scream so badly. My Goddess stops drinking from me. Drink the pain in my child, accept and relish it. This is how you will shed your mortal roots and become my true daughter.

Give yourself to me, body and soul. You must, yes, I scream. Now I can see my beating heart in her hand as she pulls it right out of me. Next, my body begins to burn with her fire. The pain is terrible now, as I feel my flesh and muscles burning right off my body. Soon I can feel I'm just a charred skeleton. I'm laying there helplessly as my hell weaver devours my heart. I'm only a skeleton with just my eyes left. I look up at my beautiful goddess in all of her glory as she finishes eating my beating heart.

Now she looks at me, you shall die and relinquish the mortal realm. You shall be reborn unto me. Very soon, I feel myself being levitated off the altar. Now I feel my skeleton disintegrating until there's literally nothing left of me. I'm dead, and yet I'm not. Now I'm in some kind of liquid, and I see something attached to my tummy like a cord. I can see how tiny I truly am now, And then I realize what my hell Weaver meant when she said I had to be reborn unto her, I'm literally inside the Goddess's womb, and she's pregnant with me.

I'm literally watching my own berth as I grow inside my new mother. When the time comes, I can see myself being pushed out of her own body. I'm a baby all over again. I watch and feel myself grow and mature as my new mother feeds me from her own bountiful breasts and nurtures me. She teaches me everything I need to know, re educating me. She gives all of herself to me, as an excellent mother would do with a child she truly loves. Until finally I'm a full adult once again. As I wake up and find I'm in my own bed, in my new chambers, my new mother is at my bedside.

Rise, my daughter, you have truly been reborn unto me. I sit up and face my new mother. Then she takes my hands so I can stand. She brings me to a walled mirror. I'm naked, and I scream when I see my new body for the first time ever. My hair was just a dirty color before. Now it's a mix of flaming red and yellow. My eyes still look mortal, but now there as red as my mother's. My tits were already sexy before, but now they're as big as mother's. I'm the sexiest I've ever looked. If I do say so, I'm the most beautiful thing that's ever existed now next to my mother.

Of course, I know I'm not mortal any more. Truly, I have been reborn through Mother. I quickly kneel before my new mother and cry again. I don't deserve this. Mother caresses my cheek and smiles. There is no return for you. Now. From the moment I birthed you, you truly became my daughter and my child. You ceased being Elene Alyster when you surrendered yourself unto me, and now I shall give you a new name. From this moment forward, your name shall be Sin, simply sin, for you abound with so much of it, more than any other being I have ever encountered.

She caresses my cheek again. Arise, Sin and stand with me. As of now you rule at my side. I obey Mother and stand in front of her. You are entrusted to complete the ritual, to release your mother from this prison that is perditioned, and to help me see my vision for this multiverse to its end. I gaze into her eyes. Yes, Mother, I will not fail you. I cry again. Now She leans in and licks some of my tears away. Must you continue to cry? I can't help it. Mother. I love you so deeply, and you've truly blessed me with your love.

That's why I know I can't fail you use the power I have given you. Sin you are no longer mortal, your power is now second only to my own. She presents me with new clothes to put on my new body. You shall return to Strickfield to the exact moment when you summon me. From there, you shall accomplish the first task needed for the ritual. Also, I have a second disciple on your world, my high priest. I have placed this knowledge within your mind as well. You shall know of my high Priest once the two of you encounter one another.

As I dress, I will myself to change. I now have wings and horns that are metallic and razor sharp, just like my beautiful mother. My outfit is an armored bra and panty set with open toad stiletto boots. Mother is most pleased when she looks at me. Shall I begin now, Mother? I ask eagerly. Yes. The next morning, I'm walking the halls of Strickfield Academy. You wouldn't believe all the heads I'm turning now the nuns are looking at me with such anger. Mother has truly given me a beautiful new body and even greater beauty. I am sin now, but I'll resume being Lady Lister while in the mortal realm.

I'm also in my human form. By the way, I'm only going to be here long enough to claim the heart of one of these nuns. It can't be just any nune, however, it must be one whose shall we say, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Mother assured me that my new powers will allow me to find such a nun here easily. You will always find hypocritical false servants within your churches or places that profess to follow in the path of their fictitious God. You will see their sins on them as plain as mortal days. And no sooner do I walk right past Sister Mary Theodore.

Wow, this fucking nun reeks of sin. In fact, I can smell fresh sex right on her. Elaine Lister, She yells at me over here now, I walk right over to her eagerly. She's looking me over now. As usual, I have my uniform shirt tied in a knot in front of me, showing off my tight bra with my new juices ready to burst out. This time. I've got a belly button stud on, which is against the rules. Here she grabs my arm and pulls me into an empty classroom. Get in here right now, you jezebel. Then she pulls the door shut.

When she turns and glares at me, I immediately notice she's looking me over more. What you don't want me to go to head Mistress Hiltonson's office again, I purr softly. She's looking at my belly button stud Remove that now, I smile, a very toothy smile. Remove this. I untie my shirt and shake myself a little to let it drop to the floor. She's ready to give me hell again, but I can literally feel the lust welling up insider. No, I whisper, okay, maybe this. I grab the front of my braw, break it open, and let it drop to the floor.

Then I grab the nun and lock her in a deep, lustful kiss. She kisses me back with the same hunger and feels me up. Soon I let her strip me naked. Then I unzip the back of her habit and watch it fall to reveal she's not wearing anything underneath. Makes me wonder how many of her so called God's commandments She's broken here at Strickfield Academy, including the one on committing adultery. I kiss her some more and caress her, this time for the record, I'm not going to have sex with her. I'm here with this wretched, sinful nun for one reason only.

I feel her up a little longer before I will my finger nails to become claws and slide them into her flesh like butter. She only manages a gasp as I quickly rip her flesh open right up the middle. I reach up into Sister Theodore's rib cage and remove her corrupt heart. I hold the dripping trophy in front of me to examine it. Yes, this is perfect, well done, daughter, Now you must continue. I hear my mother in my mind. Yes, Mother, your every wish is my command. This is only the first piece for the ritual to free Mother.

There are many other pieces to obtain. A few more will be easy, while others will be most difficult. But I will free Mother. She will reshape this multiverse in her image. I'll be right there by her side to see it all happen. All life will be enslaved to her will. Including You Gamble with the Devil by David o'hanley. Travis gay Amble crumpled the rejection letter and tossed it into the trash on his way into the kitchen. It was the third one for the month. It frustrated him, but it wasn't the end of the world. Travis didn't need to work.

After all, his family made armaments for the military. Desert storm had inflated their net worth by hundreds of millions two years prior. Gamble didn't want to build weapons, however, he was a weapon. Every day went exactly the same, two scoops of Ultimate Orange to get him going. The ephedrin made his teeth grind and his ears hot, so he knew it was working. Then an hour on the total gym before breakfast. His diet never changed, nor did it need to. He'd structured his meals perfectly and followed each with beef liver tablets and amino acids. After the first meal of the day, he read from his collection of military manuals for two hours, then practiced martial arts.

None of that strip mall taekwondo bullshit either. He was a student of the Dance of Death, an expert in dim Mock, and he'd trained with ninja masters throughout the Midwest. After lunch, he did firearms training in the kill house he'd built, followed by a five mile run around the property after a well airned shower. Damble spent his evenings looking for work. It seemed like every week a new mercenary outfit opened its doors, and none of them wanted to hire Travis. He took some odd jobs out of various classifieds, but the have gun, will travel stick was getting old.

He wanted real action and he was about to get it. An increasing number of lawsuits were making it difficult for magazines to advertise his kind of work, but the Internet was quickly finding its way into every home in America. The message boards were full of opportunities, but he needed to get his name out there. He applied for three outfits in Somalia and another working the Balkins, before nodding off in the Lazy Boy with the latest issue of Gung Ho in his lap. A quarter past midnight, the overly excited salesman on TV woke him. Gamble watched the wiry little man with the pushbroom mustache excitedly Ramble on about the cheap junk he was hawking.

That's when it hit him. Travis needed a commercial enter earnest valiant. Ernie had a certificate of completion from an advertising correspondence course, a big dream, and a bunch of video equipment he'd be paying on for the next decade if he didn't start finding gigs. His day job as assistant manager of the m Pornium almost paid his rent. Almost wasn't good enough for his landlord, unfortunately, so when some gun nut offered him twenty grand to shoot a two minute commercial, Ernie did what anyone would do. He lied his ass off to make sure he got the job.

His seventy eight monsa wagon clanked and groaned up the ground path to Gamble's compound, and he pulled in front of the house. It was a strange structure that somehow managed to find synergy between Feudal Japan and Memphis Trailer Park. Sheik. Ernie kept his hand on the shifter, debating whether or not Gamble was an eccentric rich kid playing soldier or just another nut job with a manifesto. The size of the property told him that however it shook out, the check would still clear. He put the wagon in park. Ernie stepped out into the heat and humidity that seemed intent on sticking around despite it being the first week of fall.

Music from behind the Redneck Pagoda told him where he'd find his benefactor. He listened for a moment, trying to place the song. What kind of soldier of fortune listens to prince, he wondered. Ernie shook it off and grabbed the JVC video camera from its case to look as professional as possible. When he rounded the house, Ernie's shoulders sagged at what he saw. It was like watching the training montage in one of those shitty blood fist sequels. Gamble occupied the center of a training platform surrounded by fixtures holding wooden boards and stacks of bricks. He fired off blows in the air with loud jaws in silk pants emblazoned with tigers on both sides.

Once he finished the kata, Gamble bowed to an imagined sense and launched into a furious chain of attacks that left splintered lumber and crushed masonry in his wake. Maybe the commercial is for home depot, Ernie thought, with a quiet chuckle. Gamble bowed again and stepped down from the platform. You must be, Ernesto, he said, pulling a drenched sweatband from his high forehead. Somehow, his swazy level mullet was still pristine. I wasn't expecting you so early with a heavy foot, I guess. Ernie tried not to roll his eyes at the obvious bullshit he gestured at the former construction materials.

I guess this is just a regular part of your day then, of course, Travis assured him. Every part of my body is an instrument of death. Taking a piss must be pretty intense. Ernie chuckled, but cleared his throat and regained his composure. So you think you could do that again? You said you were looking for a lot of action shots for the ad, and that was well, it was pretty action packed. That was nothing, Travis waved it off. No, Ernesto, you're going to be shooting real action. We'll get some b roll today. Of course, some of the training drills I used to keep myself highly dangerous, some workout shots to show off my bod.

Maybe a dim mock demonstration too. That one come with a special sauce. Ernie bit his lip. It's the death touch, Gamble said, matter of factly, I can hit a man in the chest and rupture his cerebellum. It's about chi flow and utilizing the body's meridians to manifest an immediate fatal result. Sounds cool. Ernie nodded, how about we manifest you a commercial, and they did. Ernie filmed Gamble throwing ninja stars, doing push ups, shooting mannequins, and breaking bricks for the remainder of the day. Whenever it was time to switch tapes or batteries, Travis had him record audio for possible voiceovers, where he blathered about warrior cultures, recited macho one liners, and waxed poetic about the distinguished history of the mercenary profession.

When they were finished, Travis insisted on them having dinner together, despite Ernie claiming every possible food allergy. To get out of it, Gamble brought out the mre rations and let his guests choose the entree. Ernie perused the shelf as he scooped what the package identify as beef stroganoff from the pouch with his plastic fork. You've read all these, Ernie asked, most of them. Gamble said, I'm still working my way through a poor Man's James Bond series. But I've committed the Anarchist Cookbook to memory, the same with the Art of War, Machiavelli's The Prince and the Book of Five Rings.

I read one of the military training manuals every day. They're a bit too technical for recreational reading, but are an imperative part of my mission to be the world's greatest mercenary. Right, Ernie dropped the utensil into the ration pouch. I'd say, you're off to a good start. I'll go through what we shot and get you something this week that really captures your energy and badassness. Oh but that was just the filler. We haven't gotten to the good stuff yet, you know, the real meat and potatoes of what I'm doing. Hopefully those don't come in another of these pouches.

Ernie scowled. He was sure he'd earned his paycheck after spending the day on the set of Enter the Douchebag. There was more than enough material to convince people he could intimidate their ex wives, or beat up the neighborhood bully, or whatever the fuck kind of work. Gamble thought. A highlight reel would rum up. We still have to shoot the action scenes, Travis told him. The karate wasn't the action ninjitsu. Travis corrected him, No, the action has to be authentic. It can't be training footage or stage fights. You are going to accompany me on a genuine assault of a terrorist compound.

Yeah, I'm sorry to tell you this now, but I don't have a passport. Ernie shook his head. Besides, I have other clients this week, so I can't. You'll be home in time for frosted flakes, Travis interrupted with a smile. He hadn't done that all day. Ernie wished he hadn't then either. The expression made his skin prickle and his balls shrink up tight to his body. Gamble stalked across the living room and took the pouch from Ernie's hand with a delicate, almost loverlike movement. The smile grew wider. He pressed a finger to Ernie's lips as they started wriggling into an objection.

I have something special for you to wear, he told the cameraman. The hour long drive through the Tennessee backwoods was filled with awkward silence. The men wore matching flak jackets, though Gamble wore his over his bare torso and camo stripes adorned his face and lean muscular arms. He'd given Ernie a kevlar helmet to match the body armor, but the would be murk didn't bother protecting his own head. It probably wasn't necessary anyhow, and it would have deprived him of the opportunity to be a stereotype while he tightened his headband around his brow like Rambo. Gamble had given Ernie little more information on their mission, only that there was a threat to the American way of life looming in the sticks southwest of Nashville.

Ernie wasn't entirely convinced the story wasn't part of some kinky sex murder thing when they finally came to a stop. Sure, he hadn't been tied up, and he did have the surplus armor. But maybe it was all part of Gamble's strange fetish. Maybe the mercenary wanted them to go out into the woods and jump into each other's foxholes before killing Ernie in a friendly fire fantasy. That seemed to be the case. When Travis opened the glove box, Ernie swallowed hard at the sight of the cold blue steel within. Take that just in case, the merk said, Ernie slid the revolver out of the compartment and checked to see if it was loaded.

It was that made the game a bit stranger. Ernie anged the barrel towards Gamble under his arm, just in case it was all a ruse. Why Why are we way out here, he muttered, I told you we're defending freedom and kicking ass. Gamble took a swig of Ultimate Orange from a travel mug before continuing. Saint Dimfna's youth asylum is three clicks through the woods and it's full of terrorists. Ernie shook his head vigorously. I'm here to film a commercial, call the FBI or something, why, Gamble got out of the truck. Ernie hesitantly followed him. The meager spray of moonlight coming through the trees made Gamble look like a mirage as he moved to the tailgate.

Calm down, er, Nesto, They're not actual terrorists, Gamble assured him, They're just devil worshippers. It was either this or crash a drug lab. The second one might seem undemocratic. Of US, free market capitalism is the anchor that keeps America in the harbor of freedom. After all, we're going after the Satanists, easy peasy. Chances are they won't even be armed. It'll be a walk in the park. Have you walked through a fucking park lately? Ernie's voice cracked and he brought it back down to a whisper. People get murdered in parks. You're one guy. The police send an entire swat teams for things like this, And what the fuck do you mean?

Chances are didn't you do some kind of recon or whatever it's called. We don't need a swat team. I'm better trained than those pussies. He unsnapped a plastic case. Plus, we have Sally, who's Sally Gamble held up the rifle. It looked like something out of a sci fi movie. He inserted a magazine and pulled back the charging handle. Sally is my babe, a Ruger Mini fourteen bullpup conversion with laser sighting and modified for full auto. She goes from Siesta to Fiesta with two pounds of trigger pressure. Each magazine is third rounds of mercury tipped boat tail hollow points that explode on impact and will turn this black mass into a Bielza bloodbath.

That okay, yeah, so that was actually pretty clever. Ernie begrudgingly admitted, but that's one gun against an entire colt. I have another. Gamble pulled an obscenely long piece of overcompensation from the high mounted holster on his right leg. This is my mistress. She's a save me the guns and AMMO review, Gamble, I could get killed. Ernie pointed at the Mercenari's waist. Are those fucking nun chucks? Of course? Gamble holstered his pistol and removed a sword from his case. He pointed it at Ernie. We want the video to show off as many of my skills as possible.

You're not filming a commercial. You're making a goddamn snuff film. Don't be ridiculous, Sir Nesto. He's she with the sword across his back. It's only a snuff film if someone jerks off to it. People jerk off to everything. You know what. The most rented movie at the Empornium was last month, Miss Piggy does Houston. Have you ever seen a muppet getting butt fucked by a grown man? Not since I rented the movie. Travis snickered and slapped Ernie on the shoulder. I'm fucking with you, man beating it lowers your testosterone. That's probably why you have man boobs.

By the way, grab your camera, kermit, it's time to take Piggy out dancing. The night vision filter on the camera cast the structure in various shades of green and black. Vines and graffiti gave life to the drab, battered facade of the two story asylum. The architecture itself was as exciting as a lego. Brick bars sat over broken window panes, and a pair of heavy wooden doors stood wide open and half off their hinges. Headstones of pauper raves stood among knee high grass along the western side of the building. Ernie panned the camera there and spotted only the occasional blur of movement.

As Travis Gamble closed in on the target through the cemetery, he actually looked like he knew what he was doing. Ernie redirected the camera to the hospital. Flickering light danced from some of the upstairs windows. Shadows fluttered on the walls, breaking up the verdant video feed with obsidian specters. Ernie fought back a nervous gag. Two people came around one side of the building in a lazy curve that skirted the boneyard. Ernie zoomed the camera in for a closer look. They wore matching outfits with sheepskin chaps and open robes. The camera was zoomed to its max, and the details of the medallions hanging around their necks were lost in the low resolution.

Something flashed in the moonlight and spurts of black liquid gushed from one man's neck. Gamble sprang from the tall grass and launched himself in a flying kick that dropped the other. Gamble drew his sword, striking a pose with it before thrusting the blade into the prone guard. He pivoted to find the first man, still stumbling. The spurting had lost its intensity. Gamble swung the sword and the man's torso separated from his legs. Ernie spewed strogan off into the bushes. He'd have to edit that out of the footage later if he survived and escaped a prison sentence.

Gamble waved for him to come. The cameraman, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and debated, running back to the truck, static crackled in his ear. Come on, er, nesto get some close ups of these two before we go inside, Gamble said over the radio. This sword is ridiculously sharp. Did you see how it cleaved that d' and d geek in half? He'd seen it, and, thanks to the reminder, vomited once more before responding that he was on his way. By the time he arrived, Gamble had taken place position at the corner of the building to make his next move.

Ernie dutifully filmed the corpses. Bubbles rose and popped from one of the victim's lips. Is this guy still alive? If he is, I want my money back for the sword, Gamble said, with a quick glance back. I stabbed him in the brain. Dufus, he's not alive. The bubble thing is air leaving his lungs since he's no longer using them. Oh, come on, the next part is going to happen pretty fast, Gamble said, It's all happening pretty fast, Ernie thought. The two men made their way along the front of the asylum. The mercenary made a show of checking the doorway before rolling through and sweeping the room with the barrel of his rifle.

He gave a series of hand signals that hadn't been part of Ernie's limited briefing. Gamble side, come inside, he hissed. Ernie did so. He filmed the dilapidated interior. Pentagrams, sick six sixes, upside down crosses, and the rest of the satanic regalia pedaled by Hollywood had been spray painted wherever there wasn't a fisthole or a thick patch of black mold to obscure the canvas. Gamble started up in l shaped stairway while Ernie took some quick establishing shots. Hey, a voice called out, who the fuck are you, dick Weed. Ernie froze in place. I'm talking to you, jiz Stain.

This is for black lambs only. What are you doing here, the gruff voice demanded, mostly trying not to ship myself at the moment, Ernie muttered He turned slowly. The man came closer, passing by a barrel of bursting detritus that cast a hell fire glow across the goat skull he'd fashioned into a mask. Ritual scars adorned his dark bare chest. His hand moved to the grip of a dagger. I asked, who the fuck you are? He growled, I'm I mean, I'm with ABC ABC. The guard stopped walking and drew the blade from its sheath. That stands for about to be castrated.

God, I hope not. Ernie's free hand covered his crotch. We're doing a peace on religious freedom in America. I didn't realize you guys were having a meeting tonight. I'll come back later, only in a seance. Dick Weed. The man charged. Ernie aimed the camera at him, hoping his last moments would at least look cool if anyone ever found the footage. Then the killer grunted and toppled forward. The animal skull shattered, spreading bone like confetti across the dingy tile floor. Ernie moved the camera down, since looking at the carnage through the lens was easier on his stomach.

Over half of the throwing star had buried itself into the coltest's brainstem. Smart thinking, not using the gun, I gave you, Gamble said over the radio, and waved him to follow upstairs. Yeah, I thought that was the best play. Ernie lied, he'd forgotten all about the magnum stuffed into his waistband he wouldn't next time. Ernie stepped around yet another dead body, wondering if Gamble might actually be the bad motherfucker he presented himself to be before jogging up the stairs as quickly as possible. Gamble stayed close to the wall as he stalked down the hallway with Sally pressed tight into his shoulder.

Ernie tried to copy the movement, but it ruined his shot, and his sense of professionalism overrode his sense of self preservation. He stepped into the center of the hall for the best angle on the mercenary candles, some of them scented burned along the sides, providing only enough light to avoid tripping over scattered debris and refuse obscene chanting in a malevolent tongue carried from one of the rooms. Further along the path, A masculine, deep voice bellowed arcane words of power that crackled with artificial amplification. Devilry of the worshippers gained fervor. There were other sounds closer, but not as scary gasps, moans, squeals.

Ernie's mind pushed them away and focused on the nefarious chanting. Gamble paused and peeked around an empty door jam. He ducked back, holding up a clenched fist that Ernie assumed meant stop. Gamble signaled for silence, and then pointed at the room. Ernie stepped cautiously as he maneuvered for a shot of whatever was waiting inside. His stomach pitched, but there was nothing left to throw up. Dozens of mutilated goats hung from the ceiling, some sacrificed so recently that the muscles still twitched and made them dance on their hooks. Guts dangled from their split torsos and trickled blood like broken faucets.

Ernie followed a long rope of entrails with his camera down onto the occupants of the room. On a collection of mildewed mattresses and in puddles of spilled sacrificial offal. The coltists, wearing nothing but their woolen chaps, fucked in every conceivable position. Bloody skin slapped together and peeled apart again and again. A woman chewed at a length of intestine to muffle her orgasmic shrieking. Two of the men interlocked their hands in a mystic form as they thrust themselves into a third from opposite ends. A gory blonde held herself up by the rib cage of one of the animals, while three mouths went to work on different erogenous zones.

Nothing at the Empornium compared to what Ernie was filming. He stole a glance around the hall, but kept the camera on the action. He was sure they couldn't see him recording, or his own cock straining against the fabric of his khakis. The blonde shuddered and squealed, then seemed to stare straight into Ernie's eyes. My eyes, he realized the blinking red recording light reflected off the fractured window behind her. Ernie moved his hand to the butt of the revolver. If she alerted the others, he was as good as dead. It was self defense, but that didn't make it easier to wrap his mind around.

He didn't want to kill anyone. He wasn't sure if he could, despite how easy Gamble made it look. Speaking of the mercenary slid something from a pouch on his body armor. Ernie turned to get a better look at the cylindrical device through the night vision. The lens flashed with a sudden flare, and then sparks shimmered and fell like iridescent snowflakes from the top. Ernie's mind flashed back to the bookshelf at Gamble's place, to the black cookbook with the white letters on the spine. Gamble chucked the device into the room, then gestured frantically for Ernie to move.

The camera went from the sparkling fuse to the confused faces of the orgy goers that noticed. Most kept on fucking, oblivious to the incendiary intrusion orgasms built around the room. Ernie scanned the crowd. The blonde was trying to warn the others, but stammered the words as her lovers continued biting, licking, and sucking at her flesh. Ernie couldn't make his feet move. He wanted to shout for everybody to run, but he only managed to lick his lips in anticipation. The swelling in his pants grew until it hurt. Lustful screams rose As the fuse shortened, Ernie dived away at the last second.

The bomb exploded, and so did he. When the ringing left, he could hear that the room was still full of screams, just not the pleasurable kind. Ernie huffed in post orgasmic exhaustion. Shame, fear, guilt, embarrassment, and lingering arousal all swirled around in his skull like a witch's brew. He pulled himself into a fetal position as Gamble stepped into the doorway and opened fire on the survivors. Ernie forced himself onto his back to keep filming. The other coltists had stopped chanting and were storming the hallway. Gamble had greatly underestimated their numbers, but luckily not their armament.

The MRK changed magazines and Sally sang like Streisand and his fists. Baseball sized holes opened and rampaging bodies. Heads exploded, Limbs and bits of ceremonial garb flew into the air. Another nail bomb slid down the corridor. Gamble fired from the hip as he straffed the Satanists with gunfire. The bomb went off, throwing corpses and pieces of them in all directions. Gamble let Sally hang from her sling as he helped Ernie to his feet. I sure hope you got all that on tape, he said, Uh huh. Ernie managed to squeak out. He was more concerned with hiding the stains spreading down his leg.

I got it all right, Let's see what they were up to, Gamble suggested, as he yuarded through the smoldering sea of carnage, Nails stuck out of charred flesh, and the smell of burnt wool hung heavy in the air. Gamble's pistol boomed as he delivered his own sort of mercy to a still groaning victim. He guided Ernie to the last door on the left and swung inside with the hand cannon ready. Ernie whimpered, it wasn't nearly as pleasant as the previous room. The cymbals painted on the walls of the room were much more intricate and well crafted than the crude graffiti he'd seen upon entry to the asylum.

This room wasn't for amateurs, he tried to blink away, pulling tears as he took it all in. Four hospital gurneys were lined up inside a circle of black candles. Each had a person strapped to it, and blood poured over the sides of three of them before disappearing down a floor drain. Ernie filmed the bodies first each was young, mid teens at the latest, with their chests torn open and their hearts burning inside. The pungent scent of incense rose from the low green flames engulfing the organs. A powerfully built man in heavy vermilion robes stood stoically over the only survivor.

The skull of a big horn ram hid his face as he moved his glance from Gamble to Ernie. A prepubescent girl squirmed against her restraints before him. You should leave, the priest said, slipping the mask off and letting it shatter on the floor. The ritual is for the eyes of the faithful alone. The ritual's been canceled. Pal Gamble leveled his pistol at the man's chest. On the bright side, you're about to meet the devil in person. I already have you fool. The priest raised a double bladed sacrificial knife. You must leave while there's still time.

This must end tonight. We must undo what. The gunshot boomed and echoed through the shower room. The priest's brains splattered the wall behind him. He stumbled back and forth, his eyes rolled up and crossed an attempt to see the puckered hole in his forehead. Gray matter slithered down the tile walls like slugs. The priest collapsed on top of the struggling child, and they slumped away in the heap. Ernie lowered the magnum's smoking barrel and let the gun clatter to the floor. God damn it, or Nesto Gamble jammed his own pistol into his holster. I was supposed to kill him.

He looked at the camera, still trained on the gore spattered wall. He raised an eyebrow and nodded depreciatively. Wow, you made that shot without taking the camera off the guy, he said with amusement. Maybe with some creative editing, I can still take credit for it, for the sake of the commercial. I mean, but damn man, you are unnatural at this sort of thing. If we get you in shape and work on that vomiting problem you have, you could make a damn good mercenary yourself. I don't want to be a fucking mercenary, Ernie screamed. I just want to go back to my shitty fucking apartment, cry in my scuzzy shower and think happy fucking thoughts.

Happy thoughts, the little girl said. She giggled melodically. Happy thoughts, Happy thoughts, there's you a happy thought? Er Nesto. Gamble moved to the gurney and started undoing the child's restraints. You rescued a little girl from a sick asshole. Sure I did most of the work, but you played a crucial role in the operation. Is that thought happy enough for you? Those aren't the thoughts that make Ernie happy? The girl said, in her sweet, dainty voice, Sarah is Ernie's happy thought. Who's Sarah? Your girlfriend? Gamble asked, do you know the rug hure? Ernie shook his head in equal confusion.

That was her name, The blonde that looked you in the eyes, the sacrificial child, explained, the one you didn't try to warn, the one you were thinking about when the bomb went off, the one that made you come like a virgin in a stiff breeze. She's your happy thought, not the way she was then, but the way she is now. I think she's talking to you, Ernie stammered. No, The gravelly, malevolent voice boomed from the child's mouth. Her voice returned to its previous delicate playfulness as she continued, I know you, Ernie, You can't wait to get home and watch the footage.

You want to touch yourself, to stroke your anorexic cock while you picture Sarah's smoldering flesh and the ravaged stumps that used to be her legs, pressing on the sides of your head while you lap at her ruptured gut. That's pretty sick, man, Gamble said, with a disapproving glance at Ernie. I don't know what she's talking about. She's she's fucking traumatized or something. Oh please, she giggled and sat up, suddenly snapping the remaining strap around her shoulders with ease, An innocent smile formed on her tiny face. I know all about the secret collection of videos, the ones you rent out to special customers, the ones you make at your cousin's mortuary with that adorable little gimp mask on to hide your shame.

She rolled off the gurney, kneeling next to the priest. Gamble jumped clear and reached instinctively for his pistol. The girl lifted the dead man's head. You like corpses, but you've never gotten to see one being made before, she continued, You've never had access to ones as fresh as these. Tonight. The girl shoved her fist into the back of the priest's skull and wiggled her finger out of the entrance room. She laughed and looked up at Gamble. What do you think, Travis. It might be a bit of a tight fit, but I bet our pal Ernie could have the time of his life with this one.

Listen, kid, Gamble started, Kid. The child looked down at her floral dress and frilled socks. Oh, yes, the little ones are so much easier to bargain with. Promise them an ice cream, throw a kitten in, and they'll invite any old soul in for a stay. The child blinked away her blue eyes and replaced them with red pupilless orbs. What in the hell? Travis stumbled back and whipped his pistol from the holster. Yes, hell, indeed, the child's voice deepened again. She stood, pulling off the priest's head with ease and bowling it across the floor. She pranced between two of the occupied gurneys.

Inside. It's a shame you didn't get here sooner to save the others. We haven't had a boy's night out since Loudon. I suppose I could burn down a convent in their honor. That would do nicely, don't you think. Ernie knelt to retrieve the revolver. When the gurneys flew across the room and smashed the tilted walls into shards, the child held up a finger and wiggled it disapprovingly. Her back rippled with movement. Beneath her skin. An alarm clock chimed in the corner. The girl snapped her fingers and it exploded, its little brass bell pinged off Ernie's helmet.

The child levitated from the floor. Time's up, warranties expired, trial period over, she growled. No refunds, no returns, and no fucking exchanges. Here's a lesson. You won't live long enough to need, Travis. Never summon what you can't put back. Gamble raised the pistol. The metal fissured, and the weapon fell to pieces in his hand. The girl floated around him and laughed demonically. You wanted to go to war, Travis, so allow me to oblige. First, we'll need an army. The child clapped her hands and groans filled the corridors of the asylum. The floor shook and fractured asbestos fell from the trembling ceiling.

Ernie looked over his shoulder and screamed. He stumbled further into the room, making way for the shambling cadavers filing through the doorway. Dismembered bodies crawled and hobbled, while disembodied appendages slithered like caterpillars into the room. More moans emanated from outside. Rotting children scaled the building, shaking off their dirt of their graves as they clawed their way through the crumbling walls. Sarah's buxom torso, with her bloodied blonde hair hanging from her mangled scalp, scurried across the room on ragged, nail studded stumps. Ernie shrieked in horror. As the reanimated victims of the Asylum and Gambles Home perverse roleplay converged on the mercenary.

Gamble swung his nunchacoos at them wildly. The wood thudded against the flesh and cracked bones, but the assault didn't stop. Sarah rushed through the fracas and clamped her teeth down on Gamble's crotch. His high pitched screech disappeared in a cacophony of chewing and tearing as he was swallowed by the mass of the necromantic mob. Ernie staggered to the wall and slid down, unable to take his eyes off the scene as he had been with the orgy. That's what this is, he told himself. This is another orgy. Flesh on flesh, mouths on flesh, penetration, bodily fluids mingling, exchanging.

He didn't want to admit it, but it had the same stiffening effect on him as before. The demon was right. He liked the dead. He liked the way cold skin felt on his warm lips, and the way it held him when he slipped inside. He crawled across the floor tentatively. Gamble was crying under the heap of undulating meat and viscera. Ernie crawled faster. He sprang into the dogpile, guts squished between his fingers as he buried himself in the carnage. Sarah chewed viciously at Gamble's thigh, and Ernie grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her face up to his.

They came forward to meet in a kiss, playfully passing a piece of Gamble between their mouths. The child's laughter echoed through the asylum as the building collapsed in on itself. The helmet Travis had given him saved Ernie's life. It took a few hours to crawl out of the rubble, but he managed. He walked through the forest hand in hand with Sarah until the last bits of sinew tore and the arm came free from the rest of the Torso it was probably for the better. Whirlwind romances never seemed to last, anyhow. He kept the arm though, for the long drive home.

Rigor was setting in and it would give him one hell of a squeeze. Ernie hadn't just survived the night he'd been reborn. He had a new understanding of who he was and what he needed to do with his life. You can't wait for the things you want to come to you in life, No, you have to go out and find them yourself. He'd go back to Gamble's home. The books and weapons there were just what he needed. Sarah had been special, if only for one night, but she'd shown him what his life was missing. He pulled the revolver from his waistband and smiled.

Ernie just needed to find someone to love. Breaking the Seal by Douglas Waltz. The sharp pain in my head was what woke me from my unconscious state. My head felt like thin glass ready to break without warning. Drinking always did that to me. The sudden urge to use the bathroom is what convinced me to actually leave the warmth of my bed. I ignored the protests of my aching head and realized I had fallen asleep with my pants on. A fuzzy memory led me to believe that there should have been someone else in bed with me.

The state of the blankets on the far side of the bed confirmed this, but there was no one there. I shrugged and staggered down the hallway to the bathroom. I didn't even try to unzip my pants. I unzipped them and dropped them to the cool tile floor. My bladder protested at the delay, and I lifted the lid to let loose the contents of said blood. Filled with the previous nights drinking, the urine erupted from me with a force I had never seen before. I instantly grabbed my penis as it started to travel up, splashing the entire lid and the back of the toilet.

I was sure it would have hit the ceiling if I hadn't interfered by aiming it back in the bowl. The water in the bowl churned and frothed from the sheer velocity of the stream of urine coming from me. To be honest, I had never experienced a piss like this before. Usually there is the initial relaxation upon release, but now it was more of a sense of panic. It was then I realized two things. The bowl of the toilet was filling rapidly, and my stream of urine had not decreased in the slightest still churning the water like an outboard motor, I flushed the toilet and continued to urinate.

The flushing barely stayed ahead of what was coming out of me. It already felt like I had been there longer than was normal. Looking down, I noticed something on my chest. What the hell was on my chest? I turned the top half of me towards the bathroom mirror over the sink and nearly jumped out of my skin. There was a bloody pentagram on my chest. Why was there a bloody pentagram on my chest? I tentatively touched it and was mildly surprised it didn't hurt. I snapped out of the examination of this new discovery to flush the toilet again before it overflowed.

My finger had what looked like blood on it, but I figured it wasn't mine. That led to a whole new list of questions. As the urine continued to flow with the same velocity as it had when it started. The upper most in my mind would be whose blood was on my chest? In the form of a pentagram. Then my phone rang, I jumped from the sudden noise in urine splashed the wall behind the toilet. I had apparently left my phone in my pants pocket when I fell asleep. How much did I have to drink last night?

I wondered as I tried to figure out a plan to retrieve my phone from my pants. First, I flushed again when I pushed down the handle, for at least what I thought was the fourth or fifth time. It hit me I had just fallen into a routine where flushing the toilet repeatedly was part of my life. Now my skin crawled with panic as I reached out for the leg of my pants and dragged it closer to me. I thought I could just force my kegel muscles to stop the flow of piss long enough to reach down and grab my pants.

That was a a horrible idea. The attempt was met by a lancing, white hot pain in my penis, and it accomplished absolutely nothing. The urine continued to flow, and I screamed from the agony. My head erupted in sweat, and I saw little black dots swimming in my field of vision. I knew I couldn't pass out. I was absolutely positive that even unconscious, I would continue to piss, filling the room in no time. I was in a ground floor apartment, so the piss would have nowhere to go. I took some deep breaths and relaxed and continued to drag the pants closer.

The ringing had stopped, but now that I knew my phone was in the room, I had a lifeline to the outside world. But there was no way I was going to be able to pick up the pants and emerge unscathed. I glanced over my shoulder at the bathtub and knew what was going to happen. It was my only option. I continued to hold my penis and squatted, grabbing my pants and took the three steps to the bathtub and hopped in. I pulled the curtain to contain the flow and held my pants away from the stream.

I realized that I would need both hands to get the phone out of my jeans. I took another deep breath, released my cock from my hand, and went for it. Five seconds later, I had my phone in my right hand, my penis back in my left hand, and there was piss in my hair. The call had come from my friend Nate. I checked the message he left and had answered more than a few questions. Apparently, at my buddy Nate's house, we had been slamming shots and beer like they were water. When I'm drunk, I've been told that I become aggressively horny.

I had left with a girl he called Twitch the witch. He was checking up on me. I called him back and asked him about the evening. I also found out the reason for the odd name for my choice of female companionship for that night. She was always showing up at parties and tweaking out on meth. Usually she drank a lot, caused a scene, and that was the end of it. But my horny vision had selected her for my advances and we'd left together. Nate also mentioned that she was a practicing witch. When he asked if I was next to a stream or something.

I just ignored it and asked if he had her number. Nate has everybody's number, she answered on the first ring. I could hear the sneer in her voice when she asked how my morning piss went, and I realized my drunken personality had taken things way too far. After much pleading and begging, she felt that I had been punished enough. I gave her my address, and she said she had two requirements for removing the curse. One she had something else to do, and it would be an hour two to complete my utter humiliation, I would have to meet her outside.

I agreed to the terms because I didn't see any other way out of an impossible situation. But at the same time, my alcohol riddled brain saw a way to decrease my utter humiliation. I used my delivery app on my phone to order a pack of super absorbent adult diapers and a pair of oversized sweatpants. I even left a huge tip to make sure they were left by my doorstep. The delivery got there with ten minutes to spare before Twitch had scheduled to arrive, plenty of time. I bawled up my genes, held them against my penis, and ran for the front door.

I flung it open, grabbed the bag, and made a dash back to the bathroom. The jeans were already soaked, but the stream was blocked sufficiently that there wasn't piss everywhere. I dropped the bag on the sink and stood in the bathtub while I familiarized myself with how the diapers worked. It was a pack of twenty, but I was only going to need about four to pull this off. I was interrupted by a text from Twitch telling me she was parking her car and on her way to my apartment. I strapped on the first diaper and layered it with four more.

Then I pulled on the sweatpants. I was glad they were black hides the piss better. That made me laugh for some reason. I stuffed two more down the front of my pants and headed for the door. Opening the door, I saw Twitch across the street. At least I assumed it was her. She was the only person dressed in black goth clothes with a head of shocking green hair. An evil smile crossed her face when we made eye contact, and she stepped off the curb to cross the street. The landscaping truck never saw I live on a main road with a speed limit of forty five miles per hour, and she bounced off the front grill of that truck and was sucked under the vehicle.

The loudest sickening crunch filled the air, followed immediately by the screeching of the truck's brakes. Twich lay mangled on the road, her eyes wide open and staring at me. Blood and gray matter trickled down her ruined face. The diapers had lost the battle, and twin jets of pists shot down both my legs, onto the sidewalk and into the street. I knew the urine would reach Twitch and I started to laugh. The end The Bad Schoolgirl by Rob Fields. I walk into the main entrance of Strickfield High School with a lean donnerly or just simply Einstein.

Einstein was a name her older brother, Martin hung on her because of how unbelievably smart she is, how smart exactly is she? Well? Over that blizzard weekend, Martin and I had just finished having some hot morning fucking We stopped for some pillow talk, and he told me that Einstein once took his HDTV apart. She easily put it back together, but now he could access all of the satellite channels and streaming services for free. She even doubled the picture quality. I look at the geek now and just want to ring her fucking neck, but of course I won't.

The problem with Einstein is that she's always so fucking direct with me. She never sugarcoats shit. For example, I asked her why I fucking put up with her. I would have expected her to say because I'm sleeping with Martin, but no, she says it's because she's so cute that I really like her. I do have to admit Ainie is cute. I also have to admit the little shit does grow on you. We're walking the halls of Strickfield High, and I know I'm in hell. Just a few days ago, I had to deal with Jaren Hatley when she was on the Ultimate Caffeine High and tried to send Principal Matthew Van Diist on a permanent vacation.

Speaking of whom, He's standing right outside the door of the main office and he's eyeing both me and iine I'll tell him to fuck off if he says something to me, but he doesn't. He's definitely checking me out, all right. Either he's got an eye for me, or it's the fact that I'm wearing this fucking schoolgirl outfit again. Plaid mini skirt, white blouse with the sleeves torn off and tied up to my tummy, and my eighties rebock pump basketball shoes. I've been wearing this fucking outfit because if I wear any of Ainy's other clothes, I'd feel batshit claustrophobic and shred them.

And I don't really want to go shopping for new clothes. Okay, Iiny wear. Are these vampire cheerleaders you want me to check out? I ask? They usually hang out in the north hall. Ainy replies in her mousey voice. This way, I let Aine lead me to said hallway. Sure enough, six cheerleaders are huddled together and yacking away. I immediately see the items of old bloodstone they're wearing as jewelry. Old is spelled old with an E on the end. See, I'm the only vampire who can truly walk freely in the daylight. These bitches are using old bloodstone to be able to walk in the daytime and not burn ainy, and I just walk right past them.

Then I start hearing nearby jocks whooping and hollering. Turns out they're doing it to me. It's the bad schoolgirl. You're such a badass. Will you marry me? How about a date, babe? And that definitely pisses off the cheerleaders. Remember, most cheerleaders love the attention since they are at the top of the food chain in the female circuit of high schools. Now that they've seen me, they're not going to be so happy. In fact, they all turn towards me in advance. The hallway gets quiet in a big fucking hurry. I'm ready to defend iiny if they decide to vamp out.

Who said you could walk our hallway, bitch? Alyssa Meren demands her twin sister, Ali grins. This is our hallway. You need special permission to walk it. How much money you got? The other four just look on in anticipation. I really feel the need to laugh. I'll let you in on a little secret. Being the one unique type of vamp that I am means that I can detect other vamps, whether they're master or not. Now these bitches are just regular vamps, which means they think I'm completely human. Only other master vamps can detect me. In this case, they don't notice my eyes are red.

I give them the same sexy smile that Martin loves so much. Oh, you two are so cute. I raise my finger. How about this? You two can take turns sucking my dick, and I'll come and go wherever the fuck I like. The twins just look at each other, mouths wide. They're ready to start a full on fight with me. I quickly raise my arm. Now's not the time. I give them a quick nod to my right. They look to see Principal van Deist staring attentively down this hallway. The twins each raise a hand, telling the others to back off.

We'll let you go this one time as a courtesy. Ali says, next time you come down here, you'll be paying. Alyssa adds. I laugh as Ainy and I turn and walk away. Ainie asks me, you think that was wise? Bells what pissing them off? Fuck? Yeah, they'll be looking for me exactly what I want. I lightly slap her shoulder. Don't worry, I've got a plan. And then I smell Principal Vandist coming our way. I wait for him to reach us. What can I do for you on this very fine day, sir, I crack, not even turning around.

He takes hold of my shoulder and turns me around. Look, I know you're new here, but we don't need you starting trouble already. I smile. No trouble, no trouble at all. Like you said, I'm new here, just want to get familiar with my new school. He glares at me. I heard what you said to those girls. Yeah, and you're gonna take me to the office and wash my mouth out with soap. Then I glare back and tell him where only he and I and he can hear me. I would love to see you try. He's irritated with me, but he knows he can't really do anything.

Then I show him my schedule. Room two thirty seven is first period. Far as I'm concerned, we're allowed to walk the house freely to get to our classes. Maybe you should say something to the cheerleaders, unless that is, of course there in charge here. When he doesn't answer me, I flash my sexy smile again. Way I see it, the students run this school. You're just here collecting a paycheck. If you really do run things here, then fucking grow a pair. As I turn to leave, he grabs my arm again. Don't you test me. I'm still smiling my sexy smile.

That's more like it. I take my arm back now, fuck off and help make this school a better place. Iiny and I turn away from the principal and resume heading to Room two thirty seven. The cheerleaders just glare at us as we walk right past them. I even make sure to flip the twin bees off. Throughout the day, I end up having classes with both Iiny and members of the cheerleading squad. I can easily keep an eye on said people. The downside is that several horny boys are keeping their eyes on me. I hadn't planned on being labeled the schoolgirl.

But what could I do? I couldn't just let Jaren Hatley have her way with Principal Van dest Oh, well, I don't have to be the least bit afraid of the boys. I catch an occasional glare from whatever cheerleaders are in my classes, but I just give them right back. Thanks to my ultra sensitive hearing, another master vampire quality, I can easily hear the cheerleaders talking. Tonight is a basketball game in the gym. After the game, they're meeting the boys for their ritual. They don't say where. Yeah, you bitches do that. You go hunt for your victims, and I'll hunt all of you that night.

Ainie and I are just outside the gym. Sure enough, the cheerleaders are inside and the game is going on. What are you going to do? Bells Aine asks me. Oh, I think I'll head on in and watch the game. I tell her I can tell Eine's a little scared. You can go home if you want. I can handle those bitches. Irony shakes her head quickly. No, I got you into this. I'm gonna see it through. I turned my attention back to the gym. Me too. Then I can move on now Iiny's gone from scared to upset.

No, we can talk about this later, I say no. Irony grabs my wrist and pulls me into the empty library. Then she points right at me. You are not going to just up and leave Martin like that. I fold my arms in front of me. I asked you this before, I'll ask you again. Am I just supposed to wear Martin's college ring? Look? I only stayed because you told me there were vampires on the cheerleading squad. Okay, I confirmed their vampires, and I'll deal with them. Once I do, then that's it. I'll give your uniforms back and get my shit and finally leave Strickfield.

Einstein's really pissed now. She shakes her head. I said, no, you are not walking out on Martin like that. He's really into you. She points right at me, and not just because you're fucking him. I narrow my eyes on her. What are you saying that Martin's in love with me? I don't buy that. We've only known each other for about a week. We're just sleeping together. Iiny, that's it, and you, what are we supposed to be besties? Hang out at them all together and do each other's nails. I'm over a hundred fucking years old. I hunt supernatural vermin.

I'm a fucking tabon. I'm a master vampire. A normal life will never be in my future. Why can't you understand that? Stop acting all high and mighty bells, Iiny snaps and stop running away all the time. Who the fuck is running away? I demand. I don't have any family left run away from. I'm the last in my family tree. I'm alone in this world, and that's the way it has to be. I unfold my arms and raise my finger. Has it ever occurred to you that my being in your house is potentially putting you and Martin in terrible danger?

All an enemy would have to do is know that I'm staying with you both, and they'll come at me through the two of you. I point to the gym case in point those bitches know you're with me. What's to keep them from attacking your house? Iiny, and I continue to argue. Some of Inini's shit gets to be repetitive. I've finally had enough and walk out of the library. Iinny's right behind me. We're not done here, Bells, you're risking bodily harm, Einstein, I tell her, when she grabs my wrist again, you are not just going to up and leave Martin like that, Iiny hisses.

I don't turn to her. I really don't have time for this shit right now. We'll talk about it when we're done with what I'm here for I look inside the gym. Fuck, the game's over. The cheerleaders are gone. I turned to AINI I could have been keeping an eye on those bitches, but no, you had to get all fucking emotional on me. I turned to her, Why don't you just go home. I'm gonna have to track them down now before they hurt innocence. You're just slowing me down here. I march right into the gym to start tracking the vampire bitches.

Unfortunately, I can hear Aine crying behind me. I can't worry about that right now. But then I suddenly stop dead in my tracks. God damn it. Thornton Jillian never had any fucking feelings when he was a master vampire. You'd think that when his blood mixed with mine, I'd have no feelings either. True, I'm a master vampire, but I'm my own breed. I still have my humanity, which means I still have feelings. And now I feel like a complete piece of shit for hurting Iiny's feelings. I turn around and walk back to her. Okay, come on, she doesn't move.

I have to make this right. Okay, I admit it. I'm a fucking hardcore cunt. You should know by now that I don't have a filter. I say what I feel. I'm just telling you the honest truth here. This is the hardest thing for me to say. I'm sorry, Okay, I know I was harsh, but I just wanted you to understand. I can't be with anybody on a full time basis. I just can't. Irony gets her shit together. Martin's been taking care of me ever since our parents died. He's been working at Mire and Automotive during the week and Friday nights and weekends at Denoyer's grill just to keep a roof over our heads and the bills paid, all while taking classes at Strickfield.

You he's all I have. I just want the best for him. I know he's really into you. My brother's been with other girls, but he's never looked at them the way he looks at you. Bells, I'm begging you, please don't hurt him. I put a hand on Iiny's shoulder. Martin and I will talk about things and go from there, but I make no promises. She nods, Okay, Okay, now, come on, let's go find those cheerleaders. We turn and head to the girl's locker room. As I suspected they're not in the showers. I've been around them long enough to get their sense.

When we go outside, I see their footprints in the snow until they stop dead. They flew away, Irony, I tell her they turned into bats and flew off. I can't go after them since I can't change form. You're a vampire. You can't change form. Iroinny shrieks. If I can, I've never figured out how to do it. I'll have to leap in order to go after them. If you're coming, then you're gonna have to hang on tight. I grab ainy and leap high into the night sky. I still have their scents in the air. I manage to go a full three miles before I have to land and take another leap.

Glad iine remember to wear her jacket. The scent is getting stronger as I land near a forest. Then I look and see some cars. I recognize a few of them and know they belong to some of the jocks. Stupid, stupid boys. They probably met up with the cheerleaders thinking they're gonna get laid. Yeah, they'll fucking get laid, all right. It's gonna get dangerous inside these woods. Iiny, I whisper, you need to stick close to me. When I tell you, you run and hide. Got it, bells, she whispers back. I take Inine's hand and lead her into the woods.

The bitches aren't that far away now. Their scent is very strong. Thanks to my vampire vision, I can easily see in the dark as if it's still the light of day. We walk a little bit until we move behind a big redwood. There are four guys there with the cheerleaders. They're all around a campfire. It looks as if two of them are flat on their backs while the other two are in a trance. I know I could have saved them if i'd acted sooner, But I have feelings. I guess it's no wonder why other vampires I've taken down tell me that having feelings is my biggest weakness.

Fuck them. I lean over to Iinny and whisper in her ear. Stay here. I see her nod before I let go of her hand. I take off my shoes and hand them to her. Then I move and leap over to the other side of the fire. Everybody hears me land when I reveal myself. Everybody that can look does the twin mir and bees point right at me. You shouldn't have come here, Ali hisses, six of us to one of you. Alyssa notes, you really came out here, One of the other cheerleaders asks, in surprise. I put my hand to my chin.

HM, six of you to one of me. I lower my hand and look at them. Yeah, you're right, those are definitely bad odds yours. Then I vamp out, changing my face and readying my claws. Then the bitches scream what the fuck? The bitches are actually scared of me? I guess so, because they all turn tail and run. The two guys that are still tranced just stand there. I check on the two guys that are down. Ainie approaches me. I'm ready to tell her she should have stayed put, but I know she's concerned. Are they dead bells?

I feel for pulses no, thankfully, and then I finally understand. I know why those bitches are wearing the old bloodst AINI what made you think they were vampires? I saw them smile and show fangs like yours, she tells me. Alissa also showed me her claws, but they have to be vampires. They turned into bats, right, yeah, they did, but they freaked out when they saw me. Iine, they can't possibly know that I'm a master vampire. You mentioned old bloodstone bells right, and here's what I determined. If they were true vampires, they could use old bloodstone to be able to walk in the daylight.

However, they would have to keep their stones charged by drinking twice as much innocent blood, and by innocent I mean virgin blood. I've been listening around school. I haven't heard a single story about any bodies being drained of blood, or of that many people even disappearing. So we get to the other possibility. Those bitches are practicing witchcraft and are using the Old bloodstone to turn themselves into vampires. Though they can walk by daylight, which means their transformations aren't complete, they have to charge their stones with soul energy in order to maintain their powers and continue their transformations.

What they don't realize is once their transformations are complete, they would need virgin blood to charge their stones to be able to walk around during the daylight. I think you and I both know that pure virgin blood is very hard to come by in this day and age. I point to the guys you keep an eye on them. I'm going after those fucking bitches. They didn't turn into bats this time. I can easily find the six girls thanks to both their sense and their footprints. Seriously, I've heard over the years that cheerleaders can be such fucking airheads, but this is too much.

I easily find two of them together. They're both holding each other. Their faces are half vamped. Suddenly they scream and try to come at me. Classic rookie mistake. I snatch the both of them up and toss them over my shoulders. They both hit the snowy ground and moan. I'm on both of them Before they realize it. They scream as I reach my claws out for them and relieve them of their old bloodstone jewelry to make them human again. I hold one girl to me as I glam the other to get information. When I get what I want, I glam the other.

Unlike normal vampires, who can only glam as a means of hypnosis, I can both bend people to my will and actually look into their memories, whether they remember or not. I come to find that these bitches have indeed killed people by taking their souls to charge their old bloodstone jewelry. I could easily kill these two, but I'm not a butcher. No, I have a much more suitable punishment for them. I peer so deeply into their psychees and corrupt them so that they ultimately end up going insane. I let the girls go and pursue the others to more scream.

As they come out of their hiding places and attack me, I easily swap them away like flies. They truly have no idea of how fast a full vampire can move, even more so for a master. I'm on both of them before they can even get up. So tell me, was this thing with using old bloodstone to turn yourselves into vampires your idea? I ask, knowing full well that it's not. We just wanted to live forever. One of them says, we just wanted to be important. The other says, you don't know what it's like to be invisible to people.

I'm not sure whether they can see me smile or not, but I find what they say fun me. Actually, yes, I do know what it means to be invisible to people. The only difference between you two and me is I choose to be invisible, but you two such stupid girls. You took lives for selfish reasons. Well, now you'll have all the attention you two could ever want. I'll see to that personally. I take their old bloodstone and also make them insane. That just leaves the little twin mir and bees. Like the others, they made the mistake of screaming before attacking me.

These two are fully vamped out and want to give me a fight. Looks like these twin girls are the strongest out of what was their squad. They've probably siphoned more energy compared to the others. Well, they are mirans. All they care about is money and power. But being a mirror means so very little to a tabon. While Alissa and Ali are close enough to being full vamp, they're finding out that there are bigger predators out there than them. They try to fight me with just basic street fighting. I'm a master of many different martial arts.

To finish them off, I thrust my foot into one twin's gut so hard I can hear her spine crackle hard in many places. Then she falls onto her back. As for the other twin, I quickly bring my other foot up over my shoulder and connect with her neck the slight crack tells me that I've damaged her spine. Also, she falls Immediately after relieving the twins of their stones, they become fully human once more, Only now the two of them are paralyzed for life. I could drive them insane, but I feel like I've done enough now I won't let them die out here.

I bring the cheerleaders back to the campfire where Ainie is. I know she has a smartphone, so I tell her to call nine one one and ask for some ambulance. I still feel soul energy inside these stones, so I recite the spell to release the energy and send it back to the rightful owners. The two guys that were flat on their backs begin to move again. I make sure they're okay before I glam them and make them forget all about me. You better get out of here, bells Aini tells me. I can see the flashers coming over there.

I'll get this. I see where Eini's pointing. Good idea. You gonna be okay if I leave you here. Iinne grabs my wrist one more time. Please don't leave Strickfield. Don't leave Martin. I'll be at the house when you get home. Iine. I promise. Also, I promised you that i'd talk to Martin. I'll be waiting for you. When Inini lets go, I leap into the air and am long gone before the police and ambulances get there. I have no doubt that Einstein will take care of everything. Well. I won't go into every detail about all the sappy shit.

It's two weeks later and it's Friday at Strickfield High School. I look at my nails that Iinie polished for me. God damn you, Heinie. As you can tell, I did keep my word to Einie and remained at the house. Martin was already home when I got there. He looked tired from his classes. Still he had enough energy to come and take me in his arms. As much as I wanted to tell Martin that we were done and that I wanted to leave Strickfield, I realized I just couldn't do that to him, not like that again.

Part of me wished that I'd lost my emotions when I became a master vampire. But I love and need to feel, which is something very few vamps can do. Martin and I made love for the first time that night. Normally we just fuck. As for Iini, I think she pretty much knew that I I was sticking around. The Next morning, still two weeks ago, Martin had to go to work and then classes. He would be gone all day. It was just Irony and me and we went to school. Wouldn't you know it? Both of us were called into the principal's office.

Turned out that the talk of the school was that the cheerleading squad was permanently gone. It was in the Strickfield newspaper that something had happened to them in the woods near the south end of the village. Limits four of them were committed to a facility called Glenview, which was near North Ridgeway. As for the twins, they ended up in a special hospital over in Shore City, where they would be cared for for the rest of their lives. It didn't surprise me that their parents didn't want to care for them themselves. Fucking rich misers. Anyway, getting back to Principal van dest he had both Iiny and Me in front of him.

He pointed right at us. I don't know what happened with the cheerleader, but I know I know that you two had something to do with it. I roll my eyes. Can you even prove any of this shit? If not, go fuck yourself and let us go back to class. Oh you're going back to class, all right. He stood up and put his palms on the desk. He had this weird smirk on his face. I want you to to go see Miss Temple in her office. Now. I believe you know the way, Aileen, you can take our new student to meet her.

When Aileen got up, I was a bit reluctant. I wanted to see what else this shit he'll had to say. When he told me to get going, I got up before we left. I made sure he saw me give him the finger and flick my tongue. I He took us to the gym and to Miss Temple's office. There turned out she taught a few of the gym classes, a few of the English classes, and was also the cheerleading coach. She looked really fucking happy to see us. There were four other girls there too. I won't go into details on them, but just seeing the six of us, we had the strangest mix there.

Miss Temple couldn't wait to tell the six of us that we were all the new fucking cheerleader squad bull shit. I quickly told her and stepped back. You can fucking kiss my ass. Believe it or not. Miss Temple wasn't even upset with me. She just simply said language. Then she explained that Principal Van Deist had personally hand picked the six of us to be the new cheerleaders of Strickfield High. I still told Miss Temple to go fuck yourself. Then I about lost my fucking shit when I saw that Iiny and the others gladly accepted their uniform and shoes.

As much as I protested, Iine looked so happy to have been given such an opportunity. I would have also told Iine to go get fucked. But we've had time to bond over the last several time. So not only am I possibly developing feelings for Martin, I've gotten used to having Iiny around. I think I've said this before, but she fucking grows on you. As soon as we were back out in the hallway, I grabbed Iiny's shoulders. I am so gonna fucking kill you. Now you won't, she said quickly. I'm your best friend again, always so fucking direct.

Getting back to now, I'm wearing a fucking cheerleader uniform. It'll be another game night as a full fledged cheerleader. Oh, and now I'm known as both the bad schoolgirl and the bad cheerleader. Aine told me she had a reason for the two of us joining the squad, and it wasn't for us to show off our tits and asses in front of the crowds at the basketball games. Aine explained that a lot of shit goes on here in Strickfield. She promised me there would be more than enough work to keep me here for a very long time.

In other words, we'd be keeping our eyes and ears open for shit to investigate. Over time, I would learn other interesting things about the other four cheerleaders. So I sigh to myself and realize I've gotten too close to the donnerlies and the great food at Denoyer's Grill. Looks like I'm stuck in this fucking village indefinitely. Seriously, why couldn't I have lost my feelings when Thornton Jillian's blood mixed with mine over one hundred years ago. Well, my spooks, we survived detention, the abandoned asylum, the worst hangover imaginable, and one extremely bloody night after a basketball game tonight proved that forbidden books should probably remain buried.

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