Will."
"All right, Chief. I have no objections to that."
Monty's car radio was squawking when the men returned to the police car. "Logandale One," Monty said. "Come in."
"Chief, what is your ten-twenty?"
"In front of the hardware store."
"Was that ambulance that took the Fowler girl into Blaine a hospital rig?"
"You mean belonging to the hospital?"
"Right."
"Negative. The independent service out of Aumsville. Don't know why Jenkins called that one."
"Ah—O.K., Chief. Can you ten-nineteen?"
"On my way."
"What the hell?" Joe muttered.
"Don't know. So let's go find out."
Father Le Moyne stood gazing out his living room window. He had heard all the young couple had told him, but he found it difficult to believe. He knew in his heart, though, it was true. He turned slowly. "Whitfield was where that giant meteor struck several years ago, destroying the entire town, killing everyone in it."
"That was not just a meteor, Father."
"Are you telling me—"
"It was the hand of God."
Le Moyne crossed himself, his eyes closed. "And the poor Fowler girl is a part of all this?"
"That poor Fowler girl, as you put it, Father, may now be a part of the living dead," Nydia said.
"I cannot accept that premise, Nydia," the priest spoke sharply. "I do not believe in vampires or zombies. Possession, of course. But it ends there."
"You're wrong, Father," Sam spoke bluntly. Another trait he had inherited from his father. "Would you like for us to show you?"
"I—" The priest hesitated.
"Why are you afraid, Father?" Nydia asked, tilting her head to one side, brushing back a strand of midnight hair that fell over one eye each time she did so.
The priest glanced at her. "Perhaps, Mrs. Balon, I know things about Satan you do not."
"I'm sure you do, Father. But I can assure you I have been on a much more intimate basis with the Devil's workers than you."
"How do you mean, child?"
Nydia met his gaze and said bluntly, "A warlock raped me."
* * *
Roma had won. She had managed to seduce young Sam—at the orders of Satan—thus guaranteeing a demon child would be born from Sam's seed. She had done so by trickery, placing Nydia in a state of suspending animation. Sam believed her dead.
Upon reentering Falcon House, Sam had followed the sound of sad funeral music. Upstairs, Nydia lay in a coffin. Weeping and sobbing people lined the room. They had—to a person—told Sam they wanted to accept Christ into their hearts, and turn their backs on the Devil. In his confused state, Sam believed them. He allowed Roma to set him on a couch, the witch beside him. He did not know her perfume was drugged with a powerful ancient aphrodisiac. He fell prey to its black power.
Sam was conscious of cool air on his groin, but he felt it wasn't worth the effort to open his eyes and look. He realized his underwear shorts had been removed. That seemed all right to the young man.
Roma touched his groin, brought him to stiffness. She brought him almost to the point of ejaculation with her skillful fingers. Then, with one swift movement, the witch mounted him, laughing as she did so.
Everything returned to Sam, coming in such a rush it almost overpowered him: the warnings he had received from his dead father; the sight of his father struggling with the witch through boundless space. This woman! Roma was the woman his father had been fighting.
Young Sam began struggling with the witch, attempting to dislodge her from his erection. Her strength was incredible. He exploded within her. She milked him of every drop of semen. Leaving the young man exhausted and confused on the couch, Roma padded naked to a table and drank deeply from a small bottle of fresh blood.
Sam was too weak to move as she began speaking in a language he could not understand. She was calling on the forces of the Dark One, the incantation evil as it rolled from her tongue. Lightning licked around the mansion, thunder boomed, ripping the countryside, the smell of burning sulphur strong in
"All right, Chief. I have no objections to that."
Monty's car radio was squawking when the men returned to the police car. "Logandale One," Monty said. "Come in."
"Chief, what is your ten-twenty?"
"In front of the hardware store."
"Was that ambulance that took the Fowler girl into Blaine a hospital rig?"
"You mean belonging to the hospital?"
"Right."
"Negative. The independent service out of Aumsville. Don't know why Jenkins called that one."
"Ah—O.K., Chief. Can you ten-nineteen?"
"On my way."
"What the hell?" Joe muttered.
"Don't know. So let's go find out."
Father Le Moyne stood gazing out his living room window. He had heard all the young couple had told him, but he found it difficult to believe. He knew in his heart, though, it was true. He turned slowly. "Whitfield was where that giant meteor struck several years ago, destroying the entire town, killing everyone in it."
"That was not just a meteor, Father."
"Are you telling me—"
"It was the hand of God."
Le Moyne crossed himself, his eyes closed. "And the poor Fowler girl is a part of all this?"
"That poor Fowler girl, as you put it, Father, may now be a part of the living dead," Nydia said.
"I cannot accept that premise, Nydia," the priest spoke sharply. "I do not believe in vampires or zombies. Possession, of course. But it ends there."
"You're wrong, Father," Sam spoke bluntly. Another trait he had inherited from his father. "Would you like for us to show you?"
"I—" The priest hesitated.
"Why are you afraid, Father?" Nydia asked, tilting her head to one side, brushing back a strand of midnight hair that fell over one eye each time she did so.
The priest glanced at her. "Perhaps, Mrs. Balon, I know things about Satan you do not."
"I'm sure you do, Father. But I can assure you I have been on a much more intimate basis with the Devil's workers than you."
"How do you mean, child?"
Nydia met his gaze and said bluntly, "A warlock raped me."
* * *
Roma had won. She had managed to seduce young Sam—at the orders of Satan—thus guaranteeing a demon child would be born from Sam's seed. She had done so by trickery, placing Nydia in a state of suspending animation. Sam believed her dead.
Upon reentering Falcon House, Sam had followed the sound of sad funeral music. Upstairs, Nydia lay in a coffin. Weeping and sobbing people lined the room. They had—to a person—told Sam they wanted to accept Christ into their hearts, and turn their backs on the Devil. In his confused state, Sam believed them. He allowed Roma to set him on a couch, the witch beside him. He did not know her perfume was drugged with a powerful ancient aphrodisiac. He fell prey to its black power.
Sam was conscious of cool air on his groin, but he felt it wasn't worth the effort to open his eyes and look. He realized his underwear shorts had been removed. That seemed all right to the young man.
Roma touched his groin, brought him to stiffness. She brought him almost to the point of ejaculation with her skillful fingers. Then, with one swift movement, the witch mounted him, laughing as she did so.
Everything returned to Sam, coming in such a rush it almost overpowered him: the warnings he had received from his dead father; the sight of his father struggling with the witch through boundless space. This woman! Roma was the woman his father had been fighting.
Young Sam began struggling with the witch, attempting to dislodge her from his erection. Her strength was incredible. He exploded within her. She milked him of every drop of semen. Leaving the young man exhausted and confused on the couch, Roma padded naked to a table and drank deeply from a small bottle of fresh blood.
Sam was too weak to move as she began speaking in a language he could not understand. She was calling on the forces of the Dark One, the incantation evil as it rolled from her tongue. Lightning licked around the mansion, thunder boomed, ripping the countryside, the smell of burning sulphur strong in
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