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Bible Black - 2
by The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)

***

It had been three days since Zane had killed the guy. 
The first two he'd spent laying low, not wanting to do 
anything to draw attention to himself, an underlying 
worry still eating at him. (mf-teens, nc, inc, mc)

***

Author's Notes: The second part is now complete, so I 
present it for your reading pleasure. Feedback on the 
first part has been pretty good so far, but I could 
always use more, especially since it generally 
motivates me to write at a faster pace. 

Should you want to send feedback, I can be contacted at 
SyntheticDivine@aol.com but make sure you use "Bible 
Black" as the topic to ensure I don't mistake it for 
spam and accidentally delete it. If you enjoy this 
story, in the meantime while waiting for the third part 
you might want to check out my other stories, info on 
which can be found in the Author Notes of the first 
part.

For those of you who haven't yet, it's suggested that 
you read the first part of this story before this one. 
It's not required of course, but the story will 
probably flow a lot better if you do. Part one also 
contains all the warnings on the sexual content of the 
story, so I won't take the time to repeat them again. 
Except to say that in part two the sex becomes a bit 
more.... Hardcore, perhaps, depending on your way of 
looking at it.

At this point I'm pretty confident that the story will 
be completed in three parts, so the next one after this 
should be the last. It will also though act as a kind 
of lead-in to my fifth story. More info on that will be 
conveyed in the Author Notes for part three. For those 
of you who've taken the time to read through all this, 
I now present to you the second part of the story.

***

Bible Black: Part 2

It had been three days since Zane had killed the guy. 
The first two he'd spent laying low, not wanting to do 
anything to draw attention to himself, an underlying 
worry still eating at him. When forty-eight hours had 
passed without the cops banging down his door, he'd 
relaxed a bit. Whatever the guy's buddies had seen, 
they hadn't been able to give the police useful enough 
information for Zane to be found. 

He'd also called Liz during that time, to apologize for 
walking out that night. She'd just been happy to hear 
from him, and had forgiven him pretty quickly. Then 
with his hair back to normal and all his negative 
symptoms gone, while it took quite a bit of work he'd 
been able to convince his mom to call off the doctor's 
appointment. The third day he'd spent gathering more 
energy.

The first place he'd gone to was a near-by cemetery, it 
had seemed the logical choice at the time. However he'd 
discovered there was very little energy to be had 
there. Even though he'd headed to the newer section, 
only one person had been buried in the last few days. 
And even then, standing over the grave, the tiny amount 
of energy he'd been able to pull from whatever body 
rested inside had been like the barest drop compared to 
the fountain from the other night. Just a quick breath 
of life and a short-lived surge of pleasure, there one 
second and gone the next. 

After that he'd decided it wasn't worth trying any more 
cemeteries. So after a bit of thinking he'd finally 
gone to the city's biggest hospital, and sat down in 
the waiting room. Surprisingly no one had questioned 
him. Two people died that day, and though he was a 
short distance across the hospital from the bodies, he 
was still able to draw much more satisfying amounts of 
energy from them. Only a few second bursts each, but 
the momentary high was still exhilarating. And it was 
still enough to leave him feeling incredibly alive 
afterwards.

Now after school on the fourth day, he was in his room 
lying on his bed. With Liz lying on top of him. They 
hadn't had sex though, they were just laying together, 
his arms around her, her head resting on his chest. It 
was a nice feeling, surprisingly nice. The song 
"Digital Bath" by the Deftones was playing on his 
stereo. Liz had brought a CD over with it on it. 

It actually seemed to enhance the mood. Zane found that 
he really enjoyed just being with her, which was 
something that he hadn't really expected. Still, every 
time that he started to enjoy it a little too much, the 
thought kept flickering back into his head that he had 
used the power to make her his, that they'd never even 
have been in the situation if he hadn't forced it on 
her in the beginning.

"Liz? Do you enjoy being with me?" Zane finally 
whispered softly.

She lifted her head from his chest enough to stare into 
his eyes, a small smile spreading over her face. "Of 
course I do, silly."

"No." Zane told her, pausing for a few seconds to think 
of how to word this before going on. "I didn't mean 
like that... I meant... Is it just the love you feel 
that makes you enjoy being with me? Or would you enjoy 
being with me even without it? Do you even know?" he 
murmured, just watching her.

"I...." She started, then paused, seeming to consider 
this. "My instinct is to just say yes, because I love 
being around you, almost as much as I love you. But 
then, that's the problem. The moment that thought pops 
into my head. How can I be sure? I mean, I think I 
would. I feel like I would. But I can't be sure that I 
would, you know?" she said, before she suddenly seemed 
to think of something and went on. "But I don't care, 
really. I've told you before, it doesn't matter to me, 
even if it isn't real. I love you, Zane. Nothing else 
matters to me." She told him, smiling once more. "You 
make me happy, and that's enough."

He just nodded, even though there was still something 
bothering him. He couldn't put his finger on exactly 
what it was, though, and so he let it slide for now. 
"Do you know Allison Raine?" he finally asked.

"Uhm... Sure. I mean, we're not good friends or 
anything, but I know her, yeah." Liz said, gazing down 
at him, before her expression suddenly shifted to a 
mixture of emotions he couldn't quite place. "Why?" she 
queried in a soft tone.

"Do you know my friend, Sean?" he asked, his eyes fixed 
on hers.

"Uhm.... Is he that sophomore I've seen you with a 
couple time?" she questioned in return.

"Yeah, that's him." Zane replied, grinning. "Anyways, 
he really has a thing for Allison."

"Oh." Liz said, her expression suddenly clearing. 
"Actually, that might be kinda tough. Allison really 
isn't the type to." Liz told him, seeming about to 
finish the sentence before suddenly stopping and 
changing the ending in mid-sentence. "Date sophomores."

"You mean guys a fair bit lower on the social 
hierarchy, but that's alright. I wasn't really planning 
on giving her much choice anyways. What worked on you 
will work on her." Zane informed Liz.

"But, you just want her for Sean, right?" Liz asked, a 
hint of worry creeping back into her feature. "You 
don't want her for yourself?"

"Why, Liz... Is that jealousy I detect?" he asked, 
finding it remarkably cute for some reason.

"I guess..." She whispered, blushing. "It's just... I 
wouldn't really mind you having sex with her maybe, if 
that's what would make you happy... But I don't want to 
lose you, Zane. And... Well, she's head-cheerleader for 
a reason. I just... I wouldn't want you to start things 
with her and then... Not want me anymore." She said, 
her tone sad with the last few words.

"Awww." He murmured, giving her a little squeeze. "You 
don't have anything to worry about, Liz. The reason 
we're together is because, when I had the chance to 
have any girl in the entire city, I chose you. Not 
Allison, you. I had a crush on you for awhile, Liz. 
You're everything I always wanted. I wouldn't give you 
up for anyone else." He told her softly, before tilting 
his head up to gently press his lips against hers, 
holding the kiss for several seconds before finally 
pulling his head away. "So don't worry about things 
like that, ok?"

She just stared at him for awhile afterwards, a radiant 
smile on her face. "Ok." She finally agreed, tilting 
her head in to press her lips back against his. The 
kiss stayed soft and lasted a good half minute before 
she pulled back.

"I was thinking of bringing you in on the actual effort 
of turning her into Sean's girlfriend, if you want." 
Zane told her.

"Would that effort include sex of any kind?" Liz 
murmured, her face only a couple inches away from his, 
and her smile suddenly turning sly.

"It could, I suppose. You wouldn't mind if it did?" he 
asked.

"Actually...." She started, once more blushing. "I 
kinda like the idea. Of the three of us together, I 
mean. I really enjoyed what we did with Lauren and... 
Well, Allison is pretty hot, after all." She said, 
before giving the tip of his nose a sudden lick.

Zane couldn't help but grin. "Alright, if that's what 
you want, I suppose we could come up with something to 
make you happy."

***

After Zane had come up with his plan and related it to 
Liz, she'd expressed quite a bit of excitement over it. 
She had also had some reservations about a couple 
aspects of it, though. Rather then try to work out a 
different plan, she'd just asked him to use the powers 
he had over her to make her enjoy those parts of the 
idea as much as the rest. 

When he'd shown concern and asked if she was sure that 
was what she wanted, she'd reassured him that it was 
fine. She kinda thought Allison deserved it anyways, 
she just had difficulty with the idea of doing 
something like that herself. She didn't think there'd 
be any problems so long as he restricted the commands 
altering her views solely to the plan with Allison. He 
hadn't seen any flaw in her logic, and so had given her 
what she wanted.

That night he'd used the ritual again, using the same 
pages with the spirals that he'd used for Liz. Once 
again he'd come out of it successful. Allison had in 
fact been even easier then Liz. It appeared Allison had 
an aversion to pain. She'd taken less then an hour, 
altogether. Again after he'd come out of it his 
memories of his time in Allison's dreams had been 
vague. He'd remembered the gist of what he'd done, but 
not clear pictures of it. She, he knew, remembered even 
less.

Right now it was just after school. Zane was hiding 
around a corner en-route between Allison's last class 
and the girl's locker room where she'd be headed to 
change for cheerleading practice. Given that it was 
after school, the halls were clear, so he didn't need 
to worry about anyone seeing him. No other cheerleaders 
took this route, and the football players usually took 
a different route around to the guy's locker room. Liz 
would just continue her day as normal until after 
practice. She didn't have any role until then, but she 
knew where to meet him when it was time.

He only needed to wait a little over a minute before 
Allison turned the corner just ahead of him, her head 
glancing to the side as she noticed him standing there. 
Before she could look away and walk on, he spoke. 
"Allison." Was all he needed to say, in a sharp tone, 
to get her to halt. She just stared at him, looking 
annoyed.

"What?" she demanded. Obviously she wasn't afraid of 
him the way some of the others were.

"Meet me after cheerleading practice in the music room. 
Don't do anything abnormal until then, and don't speak 
about this to anyone else." He commanded in a firm 
tone. Then without giving her a chance to reply he 
turned and walked off. The music room would be clear 
already, and as he turned the corner that was where he 
headed. He didn't mind waiting until they arrived, he 
had nothing better to do.

Zane couldn't have said exactly how much time passed, 
as he didn't have a watch and the room was one of the 
few in the school without a clock. He spent most of it 
going over and over in his head what he was going to 
do, reaffirming the plan for himself. Eventually Liz 
came in first, carrying her bag, an excited look on her 
face. It wasn't until about thirty seconds later that 
Allison came through the door, looking quite angry. She 
started to say something but then she stopped, glancing 
at Liz. It actually took Zane about fifteen seconds to 
figure out what was wrong.

"Oh, you can talk about all this in front of Liz, too." 
He amended the command he'd given her awhile before.

"How are you doing this?" Allison immediately demanded, 
glaring at him.

"Haven't you heard the rumors?" Zane asked in 
amusement.

"I don't believe in witches." Allison spat out, her 
hands clenching into fists.

"I guess you don't believe I'm controlling you right 
now then, either, huh?" Zane murmured, his amusement 
only increasing.

"No." Allison said after a second's hesitation, though 
this time she didn't look so sure of herself.

"Then you won't care about what I'm about to tell you." 
Zane said idly, before beginning to run through the 
commands he'd planned out. "As of now, you can't leave 
this room until I say. You're unable to fight, either. 
No matter what happens, you're incapable of trying to 
hurt either of us..." Zane told her, gesturing first to 
himself and then to Liz, before going on. 

"You're also incapable of doing anything you think will 
lead to us getting hurt later. You're unable to scream, 
or raise your voice above a normal volume. When I say 
the word.... Dragonfly, you'll forget everything that 
happened after I gave this command. You also won't 
remember anything about the minute right after I say 
the word." He went on, figuring he should give himself 
a little time for last minute commands afterwards, just 
in case. "Until I say that word you'll no longer obey 
any command I give after this point." He finished, 
watching her steadily.

She just looked at him for a few seconds, before 
finally raising her eyebrows. "Am I supposed to be 
impressed or something? So you can bark orders, so 
what?" she asked, looking annoyed as well as angry now. 
It was only to be expected, he supposed. After all, he 
hadn't given any commands that would visibly kick in 
while she was just standing there, so nothing had 
happened that she would actually notice. To her it 
must've just seemed like he was just talking.

"Liz? Clear the table." Zane said over his shoulder 
without looking back, he knew she wouldn't hesitate. 
There was a table near the front of the room, it seemed 
the best spot. Grinning, Zane began to walk slowly 
towards Allison, who stood defiantly at his approach, 
watching him with a look that almost dared him to try 
something. Coming to a halt about a couple feet away 
from her, Zane met her gaze head on, glaring right back 
at her as they just stood there for a moment, as if 
challenging each other. 

Behind him he could hear Liz setting things on the 
floor, he'd figured she'd just shove everything off the 
table, but apparently she didn't feel like trashing any 
of the stuff. Finally, after glaring at Allison for a 
moment more he finally just suddenly reached out. 
Before Allison could even react, Zane had grasped hold 
of her shirt in both hands. Zane had definitely gotten 
stronger since he'd killed the guy, because as he 
jerked his hands opposite direction, her shirt seemed 
to tear easily under the force.

Allison gasped in shock and made as if to slap him, and 
then suddenly she froze, her hand having only just 
begun the motion towards his face. Wide-eyed, she 
stared at her hand, which Zane guessed she was trying 
to get to move the rest of the way and having no 
success at. His only concern was that it gave him a 
chance to get at her bra, which was now exposed. 

The clasp was in the front, and before she could react 
he had it open, his hands quickly pulling the cups to 
the side to expose the girl's large tits. They were at 
least a D cup. Letting out a shriek, Allison once more 
made as if to slap him, and once more froze. But this 
time she didn't stop to take in the shock of it, 
instead she just quickly began to back away from him, 
reaching up to try and cover her breasts with both 
arms.

"You know that's not going to help you, right?" Zane 
asked, following her with a grin on his face. The 
moment her back touched the wall she seemed to panic. 
Immediately she turned to the left and raced for the 
door. Zane would've thought she'd have known better. 
After all, if one of his commands had obviously worked, 
it should've been obvious to her that the others would 
as well. 

Just the same she reached the door and once more froze 
the moment she got her hand on the knob, apparently 
unable to bring herself to turn it. Turning back, the 
hand she'd grabbed the knob with immediately returned 
to trying to cover her tits with her arm. The look on 
her face was that of a trapped animal, desperate and 
afraid. "Stay away from me!" she said in an urgent 
tone, but given that she was unable to put any real 
volume behind it, it lacked the impressiveness it 
might've otherwise had.

"No." Zane replied simply, grinning even wider. 
Broadening his steps, he approached her at a quick 
steady pace. She turned to try and run, but he simply 
leapt forward. Before she even took a step he had a 
hold of her arms, which he quickly jerked behind her, 
pinning them behind her back. 

Immediately she started struggling without actually 
fighting him. She couldn't try to attack him to get him 
to let go, so she was desperately trying simply to get 
her arms away from him. Without the ability to really 
fight though, she was helpless against him. Given what 
his strength was like now, she could probably have 
struggled for hours without ever getting free.

Forcefully he turned Allison towards the table, and 
began marching her towards it. Liz was sitting on the 
edge of the table, watching. He could see her smile as 
her eyes fixed on Allison's tits, which were now openly 
exposed. Allison kept trying to dig her feet in against 
the ground, but keeping her moving really posed no 
problem for him, he had no difficulty at all in 
continuing to drive her forward. Finally he drove her 
up against the side of the table, not far from Liz, and 
held her pinned there. "Liz?" he murmured to the girl, 
after a few seconds passed and she hadn't moved.

Snapping her eyes and up and away from Allison's 
breasts, she just stared at him a few seconds before 
her eyes widened. "Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed, before 
hopping off the table and moving to rummage through her 
bag, which she'd laid beside it. Allison had continued 
to struggle against his grip, and he felt her struggles 
suddenly increase as her eyes locked on what Liz was 
pulling out of her bag. It's not like it did her any 
good, though. With a wicked look on her face, Liz came 
striding over beside them, carrying one of the objects 
he'd told her to bring.

"Stop it!" Allison exclaimed, her voice desperate. It 
was obvious she'd be shrieking if you could. "You can't 
do this! Just let me go! I promise I won't tell 
anyone!" Zane and Liz both just ignored her, though. 
Holding the girl's right arm out a little to the side, 
Zane just watched as Liz reached in, slipping one end 
of the handcuffs around the girl's wrist and closing it 
securely with a series of satisfying clicks. 

Zane pressed Allison firmly against the desk as he 
moved her other arm a little bit over, at which point 
Liz leaned in, her arms moving between them to guide 
the remaining end of the handcuffs to the girl's other 
wrist, and within seconds the girl's hands were bound 
firmly behind her. Since Zane seriously doubted that 
Allison had taken any magician's courses on escaping 
handcuffs at any point in her life, he released her 
arms without hesitation the moment Liz had the 
handcuffs in place, stepping back a step as Liz did the 
same.

"Please, let me out of these..." Allison begged. "I'm 
sorry, whatever I did, I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything, this isn't about revenge." 
Zane informed her. "We're just here to have fun, so 
just relax and it'll be over before you know it. If you 
try to run though, I will hurt you. You couldn't get 
out of the room anyways, even if you tried, so there's 
really no point."

"Just let me go! I'll give you whatever you want..." 
She continued pleading, but Zane wasn't in the mood for 
it. The girl hadn't tried to move from where he'd 
positioned her earlier, so Zane stepped back in, 
pressing up against her back. Reaching in around her, 
he slipped his hands down to the front of her jeans. 
Immediately she started to struggle, which did at least 
make it tough for him to get a hold of the button in 
the front. 

Immediately he let his hands slide swiftly back 
upwards, moving in to cup her large breasts. He could 
hear her emit a frightened whimper, and under other 
circumstances he would've paused to enjoy the feel of 
the soft flesh filling his hands, the feel of her 
nipples against his palms, but right now he wanted to 
make a point. Immediately he began to squeeze, hard 
enough to elicit a soft cry of pain from her.

"I'm going to take what I want from you Allison. You 
can't stop me. So make it easier on yourself and don't 
make me hurt you." He said, hissing the last words 
right into her ear as he squeezed her breasts even more 
sharply for a second before finally releasing. She just 
let out another whimpering sound as he moved his hands 
back down to the front of her jeans, but this time she 
didn't struggle as he began to undo the button and 
zipper. The moment he had them undone he pulled back 
from her just a little as he slipped his thumbs beneath 
the waistbands of her jeans and panties and began to 
draw them slowly down her hips.

As he got them down around her ankles, he heard a soft 
sobbing sound. Surprised, he actually rose back to his 
feet and took a couple steps around her. Indeed, there 
were tears streaking down Allison's face. "Awww." Zane 
murmured softly, tilting his head in. Extending his 
tongue, he drew it very slowly up along her left cheek, 
tasting her tears. Just a little salty. 

"How sweet." He said with a grin, reaching in to very 
lightly run the fingers of his right hand over the 
flesh of her left breast in a much softer caress then 
the earlier one. She trembled a little beneath his 
touch, but otherwise didn't move, the tears continuing 
to trickle down her cheeks.

"Tough exterior, but beneath it all you're just a 
scared little girl, aren't you?" Zane whispered in her 
ear as he walked back around her, moving one foot in to 
pin her bottoms to the floor. "Step out." He told her 
firmly, watching as she very slowly drew one foot out 
of them, and then the other, her feet winding up right 
beside the table as Zane used his foot to slide her 
clothes out of the way.

"Now..." He murmured, before taking a few steps back 
around her and reaching down into Liz's bag. Again he 
heard her emit a soft sobbing sound as he pulled out 
the pair of scissors, but there was nothing she could 
do as he cut the bra and the ruined shirt off her. As 
they hit the ground Zane once more used his foot to 
move them out of the way. And there she stood, naked 
and vulnerable before him. "Bend over the table." He 
said as he reached down to place the scissors back in 
the bag, keeping his eyes on her all the while. After a 
few seconds she suddenly slowly shook her head.

"I wasn't asking." He informed her as he stood and 
moved in to grab the chain connecting the handcuffs. 
Immediately he began to pull them upwards, dragging her 
hands with them, forcing her to either bend forward or 
have her arms soon cause her quite a bit of pain. As 
expected, she bent forward. "There's a girl." He said 
softly as he released the chain, gazing down at her 
exposed ass. It wasn't quite as muscular as Liz's, but 
it was close. It looked very tempting, but he had 
something else planned first. "Liz?" he finally 
murmured, smiling as he glanced back up to the waiting 
girl.

He'd been a bit too busy to notice, but Liz had already 
quietly slipped out of her clothes, and without 
hesitation she climbed onto the table at his prompting. 
Grinning, she slowly crawled forward along the table 
towards Allison, who was staring at her in horror. Liz 
finally paused about a foot away from the girl before 
sitting back and beginning to inch her butt forward 
along the table, moving her pussy closer and closer 
towards Allison's face, which caused the older girl to 
once more shake her head.

"No.... Please no..." Allison whispered, even as Liz 
continued to move closer. As her cunt came within an 
inch of Allison's face, the bound girl tried to pull 
back, but Zane just reached out, laying his hand on the 
back of her head. Without hesitation he forced her head 
down, pressing her face into Liz's exposed pussy.

"Make her cum, or I'll make you very sorry you didn't." 
Zane told her in a threatening tone. He heard the girl 
emit another soft sob, but just the same a few seconds 
later he saw her extend her tongue and begin to very 
hesitantly slide it over the lips of Liz's cunt. It 
wasn't very enthusiastic, but he was sure Liz would be 
able to get the girl to change her technique, and so 
very gently he released Allison's head.

"See, now that's where you belong, Allison. Pleasing 
others. Liz told me a few stories about you. You seem 
to know a lot about making yourself happy at the 
expense of others. So it's about time you learned to 
make others feel good at your own expense." He said 
with a smirk as he reached down to start stripping off 
his shirt. 

As he tossed it to the side, Zane just watched as Liz's 
hand moved in to rest on the other girl's head, guiding 
the girl's mouth and tongue up to her clit. He could 
hear soft moans begin to escape her throat as Allison 
closed her lips around the stiff nubbin, and for a few 
seconds Zane was tempted to stand there and watch for 
awhile, but no, he had something else in mind. Reaching 
down to start undoing his pants, he took up where he'd 
left off. 

"And you'd better get used to it too. 'Cause starting 
today you're going to spend a fair bit of time making 
someone other then yourself happy. I'm going to see to 
it." He told her as he stripped off his jeans and 
boxers, tossing them over to the side to join the rest 
of the clothes before stepping back around behind her.

"I just thought I'd try you out a little myself first." 
He said, smirking as he moved in behind her and reached 
down to grasp his cock, which had been rock hard since 
the first moment his hands had touched her breasts. 
Guiding it in, he let the head of his cock brush over 
the lips of her pussy. The girl wasn't shaved, but she 
seemed to keep her pubic hair, which was light blonde 
in color, neatly trimmed. It took him only a couple 
seconds of contact of his cock against her pussy to 
realize she was dry. 

Pulling back just a bit, he paused for a good twenty 
seconds without swallowing, letting the saliva gather 
in his mouth. Then, raising his right hand, he dipped 
the index finger between his lips and into the saliva, 
pulling it out and reaching down to begin to very 
lightly run the now-slippery finger back and forth over 
the girl's clit. Raising his other hand up to his lips, 
he spat the rest of the saliva into his palm, before 
reaching down to begin spreading the saliva smoothly 
over his cock.

Even after he had the full length of his shaft coated 
with the stuff he continued to toy with her clit for a 
few seconds more, but finally he pulled his hand away 
and guided his cock back in. This time as he felt the 
head of his cock brush against the lips of her cunt, he 
could detect a hint of her juices mixing with the 
saliva along his cock. It wasn't much, but it'd help 
just the same. 

Positioning his hard dick against the entrance to her 
hole, he could hear her emit a muffled whimper against 
Liz's pussy, but just the same he started to press his 
hips forward. It only took a second before he felt the 
girl's cunt stretch open as his shaft began to slide 
smoothly into her. He just watched as his cock vanished 
inch by inch into the girl's hot hole, until the full 
length of his stiff rod was buried to the hilt inside 
her.

Surprisingly enough, Allison was actually tighter then 
Liz, although she wasn't as tight as Lauren had been. 
For a few seconds Zane just rested there, enjoying the 
feel of having the head cheerleader's pussy wrapped 
around his cock. If someone had told him a month ago 
that he'd soon be fucking Allison Raine, he'd have 
wondered what they were high on. Yet here he was, with 
his cock buried inside the most popular girl in the 
school. Amazing how quickly things could turn around.

Apparently Liz was enjoying Allison's ministrations, 
because her moans were quickly growing in volume in 
intensity. It was a very sexy sight, just seeing the 
big-breasted blonde's head buried between his 
girlfriend's thighs. With Liz's moans egging him on 
Zane began to work his hips, drawing his hard cock 
steadily out of Allison's tight pussy, until just the 
head remained inside her, before burying the full 
length of his shaft back into her in one firm stroke. 

Reaching down with both hands, Zane grasped Allison's 
waist to steady himself as he swiftly picked up the 
pace, plunging his stiff rod back and forth inside her 
velvety hole in hard fast strokes. The sound of his 
hips rhythmically meeting hers soon filled the air, his 
balls banging against her clit as he drove his cock 
smoothly in and out of her.

By now Liz actually seemed to be grinding her cunt 
upwards against Allison's mouth, her eyes closed and 
her head tilted back as she moaned her pleasure. Zane's 
pace had increased such that his hips were actually 
pounding against the older girl's, his stiff rod being 
hammered back and forth inside her tight hole about as 
fast as Zane could move. 

The girl's bent position had her large tits pressed 
firmly against the table below, and the force of his 
thrusts seemed to be rocking her body slightly back and 
forth, although Liz's hand seemed to be trying to keep 
Allison's head as much locked in place as she could 
manage. If nothing else, Allison was definitely a great 
fuck.

Zane's eyes had shifted back to the sight of his cock 
vanishing in and out between the lips of the girl's 
pussy for only a few seconds when Liz suddenly spoke. 
"How is she?" he heard her ask. Glancing back up, he 
found her eyes locked on the sight of his hips slamming 
against Allison's, a wicked grin on her face as she 
panted, a sheen of sweat coating her body as her hand 
moved through Allison's hair, the older girl's mouth 
still seemingly locked around her clit.

"Not bad, but I've had better." Zane said with a wink 
at his girlfriend. The words were to taunt Allison as 
much as anything, to add insult to injury. And indeed, 
he could feel her body stiffen a little as he continued 
to hammer his cock home into her velvety cunt, the 
walls of her hole wrapped snugly around his stick. 
Apparently, even in the midst of being forcibly taken, 
the girl's pride could still be hurt. "My friend will 
really enjoy her." Zane added. When he felt her tense 
even more, he couldn't help but take a twisted pleasure 
in it. It actually seemed to heighten the feel of her 
tight pussy around his dick.

"That's right." He told Allison mockingly as he drilled 
his stiff rod steadily back and forth inside her. "I'm 
going to be giving you to a friend of mine, and I'm 
sure he's going to be fucking you quite regularly in 
the near future. And there's not a thing you can do 
about it."

He heard her make a muffled noise against Liz's cunt, a 
protest of some kind maybe, but whatever it was he 
couldn't make it out. Not that he would've cared even 
if he could. Liz's moans had taken on a kind of 
urgency, and her hips were now definitely grinding her 
pussy against Allison's mouth. Strangely enough, her 
eyes locked on his in that moment. And he could see it 
in her eyes a few seconds later as she started to cum. 

Though she emitted the loud screech he'd come to expect 
accompanying her orgasms, her eyes never left his. His 
hips actually slowed a bit in their screwing of his 
cock in and out of Allison's tight hole. There was 
something about staring into Liz's eyes as she came 
that he found thrilling. It didn't last too long 
though, and as Liz started to come down from her orgasm 
her eyes suddenly broke contact with his as she 
collapsed backwards against the table, her hand 
untangling from Allison's hair as she lay there and 
panted.

Allison's head started to lift away from Liz's pussy, 
but before the blonde girl could say anything Zane cut 
her off. "Quiet." He said sharply, he didn't want her 
voice ruining the experience for him at the moment. 
Concentrating on the feel of her warm pussy around his 
cock, he once more began to work his pace swiftly back 
up. Though it had dropped off quite a bit during Liz's 
orgasm, in less then half a minute he was back to 
pounding his hard dick back inside Allison's tight hole 
at a furious pace.

She apparently listened to him, as she didn't say a 
word. The only noise from her was an occasional soft 
grunt as he slammed his rigid shaft savagely in and out 
of her teen cunt, fucking her with hard forceful 
thrusts. It only took a minute more before he felt his 
pleasure starting to build, and only a few seconds 
later he felt his cock jerk inside the girl, jet after 
jet of his cum spraying over the inner walls of her 
pussy. 

Gritting his teeth, Zane remained completely silent as 
he pumped more and more of his cum into the girl's 
hole, until finally he began to calm. Zane just stood 
there for a few seconds, drawing in long deep breaths, 
before he finally began to pulls his hips back, sliding 
his softening cock smoothly out of the girl.

Allison didn't move, she didn't say a word, she just 
remained in that bent over position, not even making so 
much as a single noise. Smirking, Zane just stepped 
around her to move to where Liz was already climbing 
off the table. The moment he reached her, he tilted his 
head in, pressing his lips against hers. 

It was a hungry kiss, and Liz returned it with just as 
much enthusiasm, their tongues entwining as their lips 
seemed to lock against each other. Zane couldn't have 
said how long the kiss lasted, though it seemed like 
quite awhile, but finally he pulled back, his lips 
forming into a smile the moment they separated from 
hers. "Pretty hot, didn't you think?" he murmured as he 
stared into Liz's eyes.

"Very. Just taking her like that was so fucking sexy." 
She murmured in a breathless way, her hand reaching up 
to trail over his chest as her head suddenly tilted 
back in, her lips pressing against his for only a few 
seconds this time.

"I think I've created a monster." Zane said with a 
wicked grin as his hands moved down to her waist, his 
eyes still on hers.

She just laughed softly as she pulled away from him, 
turning to look over at Allison, who remained in the 
same bent over position, but was now staring at the two 
of them. "So now she goes to Sean?" Liz asked.

"Yep." Zane said with a grin. "Get the key, would you?" 
he murmured. As soon as she moved to retrieve it from 
the bag, Zane focused his attention solely on Allison. 
"Dragonfly." He told the girl in a calm, level tone. 
Immediately he saw the girl's eyes kind of glaze over, 
her face going blank. He hadn't quite expected that to 
happen for the extra minute where she was supposed to 
forget everything that occurred, but he guessed it was 
her mind's way of coping. Shutting down the conscious 
mind and just leaving the sub-conscious aware, so that 
a blank spot wasn't left by the forgetting itself. He 
didn't mind, as he wanted her in good condition for 
Sean anyways. As Liz moved over to undo the cuffs, Zane 
began giving Allison her commands.

"Just after you come aware again you're going to go 
take a shower. You won't notice that I or Liz are 
naked. You're not going to notice the fact that you're 
naked either until you're in the shower, and you won't 
remember being naked until you got to the locker room. 

"After you get out you're going to put your 
cheerleading uniform back on. You're going to forget 
you had other clothes on, you won't remember wearing 
them today, they got lost at home. Once you've got the 
cheerleading outfit on, you're going to come back out 
to me, 'cause there's a really nice guy I want to take 
you to meet. I'll tell you more about him then. You can 
leave the room and speak at any volume you choose 
again." He finished up. 

From his earlier commands she'd already have forgotten 
what had happened before he'd said the word dragonfly, 
so she'd never remember the sex to tell Sean about it. 
By now Liz had the cuffs off the girl and was moving 
her back to a standing position. It was only a few 
seconds later, just after Liz had gotten the handcuffs 
into her bag and closed it, that the glazed expression 
vanished from Allison's face.

Immediately her eyes fixed on him. "So you can bark 
orders, so what? Am I supposed to be impressed or 
something?" she demanded, looking annoyed as she stared 
at him. Zane had to resist the urge to burst out 
laughing, but Liz apparently didn't manage so well. He 
could feel her body press up against his back, her 
mouth pressing against his shoulder to stifle her 
laughter. Apparently, having forgotten everything that 
happened after he gave the earlier commands, Allison's 
mind had returned to her earlier line of thinking and 
she said the same thing she'd said then. Of course, her 
angry remark wasn't nearly so impressive given that she 
was standing there completely naked, her large breasts 
on display.

When neither of them responded in any way except for 
Liz's continued laughter against his shoulder, Allison 
only looked more annoyed. "I'm going to go take a 
shower." She finally remarked angrily, turning to storm 
out of the room. Quickly slipping away from Liz, Zane 
moved over to gather up the clothes, tossing all those 
belonging to either of the girls over to Liz.

"Get dressed." He told his girlfriend with a smile. 
"I'm gonna go make sure she doesn't run into a janitor 
or anything. Hide her clothes in my car, I'll get rid 
of them later." And with that, he was off after the 
blonde girl, trying manage to get his clothes on and 
move fast at the same time.

***

The second book was finally open to him. After cleaning 
Allison up and turning her over to Sean, who'd been 
extremely happy, Zane had parted ways with Liz and 
headed out to gather more energy. He'd found he was 
kind of missing the feeling of being alive that 
accompanied newly acquired energy. It had finally 
struck him to visit the city morgue and a couple 
funeral homes. At the time he couldn't believe he 
hadn't thought of it before. None of the energy at any 
of the places had been fresh enough to give him large 
bursts, but he'd been able to get several quick short 
bursts, and that had been enough to satisfy him.

It had also apparently been enough to make him strong 
enough for the symbols in the second book to begin to 
waver. Unlike with the first book, it didn't just start 
with the first section. No, the entire book became open 
to him all at once. It had taken a reasonable while to 
read through it all, and it would've taken much longer 
he was sure had it been in English. Most of the book 
had been filled with more rituals. Both new ones and a 
few stronger or more effective versions of rituals from 
the first book. 

Near the end of the book it had also described a few 
minor non-ritualistic powers that he should be able to 
use once he knew how. Surprisingly enough, Zane had 
found that he'd been able to commit most of what had 
been in the second book to memory. It was like the 
senses and feelings he'd gotten from the book had been 
stamped upon his brain, and had made memorizing the 
information drawn from them so easy that he'd been able 
to do so without even really trying. It hadn't quite 
been that way with the first book, so Zane also had the 
sneaking suspicion that the strength he was gaining 
from consuming life-energy might somehow be improving 
his memory as well.

Given what he'd seen himself to be capable of lately, 
he'd also decided to try testing the limits of his 
strength and speed. He'd done a few simple experiments 
in his back yard when the rest of his family was out of 
the house, and the results had been shocking. He hadn't 
consumed all that much energy since he'd first gained 
the power, but already he had to be close to the limits 
of what humans were capable of, quite literally. 

He was sure that if he put his mind to it, with what 
his abilities were now, he'd have no trouble making a 
few national Olympic teams in various sports. It was 
enough to make him wonder just how strong he was going 
to get with time. If he was already this powerful, was 
there a chance he could really exceed what humans 
should be capable of, given time and more energy? And 
if that was the case, where would it end?

It was enough to boggle the mind. Honestly, the very 
idea of becoming that strong was a complete rush in and 
of itself. The supernatural powers he had through the 
rituals were great in and of themselves, but the 
thought of having truly supernatural strength and speed 
on top of that was enough to set his mind racing. And 
there was no telling what the later books might make 
him capable of. Before he was done with the last book 
he might well have gained power beyond his own wildest 
dreams. 

The idea made it hard to stay patient, knowing what was 
out there open to him. The knowledge that he could be 
gaining power so much quicker then he was now if he was 
just willing to forcibly take the energy he needed was 
very tempting. But no, he had to show restraint. Though 
he was starting to feel like a monster these days, if 
he started killing people just to gain power he really 
would be one, without question. No, he couldn't cross 
that line. At least... Not yet...

***

There had been talk. Not gossip, it hadn't quite 
reached that level yet, but just the same Zane had 
found out. Mark was planning on confronting him soon, 
with a few of his friends. Sometime within the next few 
days or so. Zane didn't have any real doubts about his 
ability to defend himself at this point, he was 
confident he could handle the entire bunch of them 
without problems. 

However, he didn't want it to come to that. While his 
strength and speed had become truly impressive, he 
still wasn't sure he could handle an entire group of 
opponents alone. Which meant he'd have to use a couple 
other abilities, and he didn't want to make so open a 
display of his power. With Mark's earlier injury, and 
John's, it could've been put down as coincidence. 

He'd set it up so that even though his power had been 
what caused the injuries, he couldn't be directly 
connected with either event. If it came to a fight, 
though, his powers would become a bit more obvious, and 
he wasn't prepared to have actual evidence of what he 
could do out there yet. Though he enjoyed the witch 
rumors quite a bit, they needed to stay rumors.

So he'd come to a conclusion. Despite the temptation, 
Zane really hadn't wanted to kill again. He hadn't 
wanted to need to reach that point again. But Mark was 
leaving him no choice. Surprisingly enough, Zane 
actually didn't feel as bad about the idea as he'd 
thought he would. Maybe it was just because Mark was 
probably the person in the world he liked least at that 
point. And if Mark wasn't willing to just leave things 
alone, Zane couldn't bring himself to feel bad about 
removing him from the picture. 

Mark had already proven that he'd just keep pressing 
the situation. He'd gotten his arm broken over it, and 
that still hadn't been enough to persuade him to wise 
up and leave it alone. Nope, his pride had been hurt, 
and he apparently just couldn't take the thought of 
having lost to someone like Zane. With the way he was 
acting, he was practically begging Zane to enact a more 
permanent solution, so Zane had simply decided to grant 
the guy's wish.

Zane had already done the ritual the night before. The 
effects were already there, he only needed to use them. 
He was sitting in the beginning of a class, with the 
teacher just starting in on a lecture and not really 
paying much attention to anything else. Zane had his 
hand inside his book bag, his palm resting against a 
piece of paper he'd put in there the night before for 
just this occasion, a paper with two eyes drawn on it. 
Mark had a chemistry class right about now, Zane knew. 
It was precisely that that Zane planned to take 
advantage of. Letting the energy flow through his hand 
and into the paper, Zane just concentrated and closed 
his eyes.

Even with his eyes closed, he could still see, only 
what he saw wasn't the classroom he was in. It was the 
chemistry lab Mark was in, he was seeing through Mark's 
eyes. The ritual that was allowing this was similar to 
the one that had been used on Liz. This one had come 
from the second book. It didn't allow nearly the amount 
of control as the other one had, but it gave him a bit 
more direct control over the body and some elements of 
the mind. Earlier that day Zane had hidden a couple 
vials of certain chemicals in a bush outside the 
school, careful not to get his fingerprints on the 
vials. He'd then been able to use what control he had 
to get Mark to collect and place the vials in his bag 
without even realizing he had done so.

As Zane found himself looking through Mark's eyes, he 
realized Mark was just getting up from his lab table. 
Students were getting up to head over and collect 
chemicals from a cabinet the teacher was standing 
beside and supervising. It only took a few whispers 
into Mark's head to get the guy to sit back down and 
glare over at his lab partner, another of Mark's 
friends. "You go." Mark told the guy, Zane clearly 
hearing the words through Mark's ears.

With a shrug the friend rose to head off towards the 
cabinet, and as soon as he was gone and there was no 
one in his near-vicinity, Zane started whispering 
again. Carefully Mark reached down to open his bag, 
slipping one hand in to draw out the two vials 
contained within. The control that Zane had over Mark 
through this ritual was more a matter of very strong 
influence. There were certain points he couldn't force 
past. 

He wouldn't be able to make Mark knowingly kill 
himself, most minds would resist attempted influence 
towards that end too strongly for it to take. But that 
was easy to get around. This was where the more direct 
control came in. It was a simple matter for Zane to 
change the labels Mark saw on the vials. Oh, he didn't 
actually change the physical labels themselves, only 
the words Mark saw on them. 

It was easy to alter Mark's vision to make him see 
different words then were actually there. And after 
that it took very little effort to convince Mark's mind 
to open the tops of the vials and pour what he 
continually reassured it were completely harmless 
liquids into the beaker on the table. Once that was 
done, it was over. The liquids didn't even need time to 
mix. The moment they collided in the beaker Zane wasn't 
even given a chance to see the reaction, it was too 
fast, he just suddenly found himself flung out of 
Mark's mind, the connection severed.

In his real body he could hear the sound of the 
explosion. He knew that it wouldn't be that big in 
actuality, just the same it sounded loud enough. 
Suddenly he could feel it. Mark's life energy. There 
was no question, Mark was dead. The energy should've 
been too far away for him to reach it, but he supposed 
the connection that was supposed to form since he was 
responsible for the guy's death somehow made it easier 
to touch. Instinctively he reached out with his own 
energy, and then he was drawing it in. 

The class around him had kinda been tossed into chaos 
with the explosion, and most of the students were 
paying too little attention to the other students to 
notice anything he did now, but just the same he put 
his hands over his face so no one could see the 
pleasure etched in his features. It was pure ecstasy, 
drinking the energy. And it was so much better then the 
shorter bursts had been. Drawing it in, feeling the 
bliss radiating through his body. In all it took ten, 
maybe twelve seconds before the flow finally stopped.

Zane just gasped as the surge of pleasure began to fade 
into the afterglow, his hands slowly lowering from his 
face. Just in time to see the teacher trying to 
convince everyone to get under their desks. It was 
ridiculous, but Zane didn't want to stick out so he 
followed everyone else in moving under his desk, 
carefully closing his bag to obscure the paper within. 
It'd be a boring wait, since he already knew there was 
no danger to anyone else, but it was going to be 
interesting to see how things played out.

***

Zane was sitting in the school gymnasium, along with 
most of the rest of the school. After the... Accident, 
they'd all been gathered there for safety reasons at 
first. A couple other people had suffered very minor 
injuries, but the only one who'd suffered anything 
serious was Mark. It wasn't until they were in the gym 
that it got around that Mark had died, not long later 
they learned that it had been determined that they'd 
remain there while the police investigated. Zane 
figured they probably just wanted to do a cursory 
examination of the scene to ensure no foul play had 
been involved. He was actually surprised when a 
detective came in and escorted a few of Mark's friends 
out for what he assumed was questioning. Still, it 
could just be routine, but as he thought about it he 
suddenly realized that he was likely going to be the 
next person called. 

The first question Mark's friends would likely be asked 
was if Mark had any enemies. Zane would be absolutely 
amazed if he wasn't on the top of the list. All he'd 
need to do would be to stay calm, keep his emotions in 
check, and answer their questions as honestly as he 
could, excepting of course certain crucial questions. 
Zane had read enough to know that the biggest mistake 
guilty people could make when talking to the police was 
to lie about virtually anything that might make them 
look guilty or could incriminate them, even on simple 
things the police could check into. That was a huge 
error. 

On the little things that were unrelated to the crime 
you had to tell the truth. So long as it couldn't 
connect you to the crime, it didn't matter. Looking 
somewhat guilty was bad, but lying to the police and 
then having them find out about it was far worse. Liars 
often jumped to the top of the suspect list very 
quickly.

Indeed, as he had expected about twenty minutes later 
he saw the detective enter the gymnasium again and talk 
to a teacher near the door before disappearing back 
through it. The teacher then proceeded across the room 
to tell him the police had a few questions for him and 
he should see them in the principal's office, which 
they were using for the time being. Even as Zane rose 
to his feet and walked across the room to the door, he 
was steeling himself inside, preparing himself. A piece 
of cake, he told himself. Nothing to worry about.

It took him a couple minutes to reach the principal's 
office, and even once he was there he had to wait in 
the secretary's area a couple minutes more as they were 
still questioning someone else. It was another of 
Mark's friends, who glared at him when the office door 
opened and he walked out. Then the detective Zane had 
seen before was beckoning him in, and with one last 
deep breath Zane stood and strode into the office. The 
detective shut the door behind them and moved over to a 
chair in one corner of the room. Another detective was 
sitting behind the principal's desk, a notepad in front 
of him. He was thirty-something, dark reddish hair, 
dark eyes. He gestured Zane to the chair on the other 
side of the desk and without hesitation Zane moved over 
to drop into it.

"Zane Collins?" The detective asked. At Zane's nod, the 
detective just smiled and went on. "I'm Detective 
Aaron. I had a few questions to ask you concerning the 
boy who died today, a Mark Garings. I hope you don't 
mind?"

"Not at all." Zane replied, his voice staying level and 
even.

"What would you say your relationship to Mark was?" the 
detective asked in an easy-going voice.

"We didn't like each other. You might even have said we 
were enemies." Zane said, offering a shrug. "We both 
liked the same girl. She used to be dating Mark, but 
she broke up with him for me. He got pretty upset about 
it. I told him it was her choice to make, but just the 
same he wasn't happy with the situation."

The detective nodded, jotting a quick note on his pad. 
Zane probably could've seen what was on the pad if he 
leaned forward far enough, but he didn't want to draw 
attention to himself with something like that. "I hear 
you two had a confrontation about it not that long 
ago?" the detective finally asked, studying him.

"Yeah, he confronted me in the halls shortly after 
Elizabeth, that's my girlfriend, broke up with him." 
Zane replied.

"And what happened?" the detective pressed.

"We wound up agreeing to fight later that day. We would 
have, too, except later in the day he broke his arm in 
football practice before we were scheduled to fight." 
Zane told him. "That pretty much ended that."

Detective Aaron just made another note. "You're not on 
the team?" he finally asked.

"The football team? Nope. Never interested me." Zane 
said, watching as the detective made a quick mark on 
the paper, not enough to have written a word, but maybe 
a check or a line through something. 

"You don't seem very upset about his death." The 
detective finally responded, looking up from the paper.

"I'm not." Zane replied simply. "I mean, what can I 
say? I'm sorry the guy died. But it's not like I'm 
going to miss him now that he's gone."

The detective watched him carefully for several seconds 
before finally speaking again. "You know, a couple of 
the other students we've talked to seem kind of afraid 
of you."

"There's a rumor going around that I'm some kind of 
witch. I mean, it's utterly ridiculous, but I've heard 
even stupider stuff gossiped around here, so it's not 
like it surprises me all that much." Zane said, finally 
allowing a little smile to play over his lips.

The detective continued to watch him for a little while 
longer before finally nodding. "Were you anywhere near 
the chemistry lab at any point today?"

"No." Zane told him, which was true. None of his 
classes were anywhere near the chem lab.

"Do you know of anyone else who might have wanted to 
hurt Mark, or would've had any reason to see him dead?" 
Detective Aaron queried.

"Not that I know of." Zane replied steadily.

"Do you know anything else about what happened today?" 
the detective asked in a casual tone, but his eyes were 
fixed very closely on Zane's face with this one.

"I'm sorry, but I don't." Zane answered, not letting 
even the slightest hint of emotion show in his 
features.

The detective nodded. For a moment he seemed to be 
considering something, although Zane had no idea what. 
Finally he seemed to come to a conclusion, because he 
spoke soon after. "Well, thank you for your time Mr. 
Collins." The detective said, standing. Zane just 
smiled and rose to his feet as well. He was about to 
start to turn for the door, when the detective spoke 
again. "Actually...." He said, trailing off. 

When Zane looked back, he could see it in the guy's 
features. He'd changed his mind about whatever he'd 
been considering. Maybe it had been Zane's smile, or 
maybe something the man had realized himself, but Zane 
did his best to hide his feelings at the following 
words. "I have a couple more questions that just came 
to me, if you don't mind." The last words were more of 
a statement then a question.

Dropping back into his seat, Zane was careful to keep 
his face expressionless. "Go ahead."

The detective dropped easily back into the principal's 
chair, picking up the note pad and flipping a few pages 
down. "I hear from some of the other students that you 
had white hair not long ago?" The second detective shot 
Aaron a glance with that one, but didn't say anything. 
Immediately Zane could feel his stomach start to sink, 
but he didn't let it show.

"That's right. I had it bleached white for a short 
time." Zane lied smoothly. Saying it had been bleached 
explained it far better then the truth would.

"And I hear you when you came to school last..." The 
detective glanced down at the notepad. "Friday, you had 
it dyed back to it's normal color?"

"I did." Zane agreed, feeling the sinking feeling in 
the pit of his stomach only get stronger.

"Last Thursday, the night before, a young man died 
outside a convenience store. A few of his friends said 
that he had a scuffle with someone a few minutes before 
they found him dead. They weren't close enough to get a 
really good look at the face of the person he had the 
scuffle with, but they did describe him as a Caucasian 
male in his mid to late teens, matching about your 
height and weight, with white hair. I don't suppose 
you'd know anything about that?" the detective asked 
intently, his eyes once more fixed on Zane.

It took all of his willpower to keep his face neutral 
while the detective was talking, but Zane managed it, 
and by the time he'd finished talking Zane knew what 
the detective was trying to do. He must've worked the 
case of the guy Zane had killed too, and when he'd 
heard that Zane had had white hair and had conveniently 
had his hair back to it's natural color the day after 
the guy died, it had clicked for the detective to be 
suspicious. 

After all, dying away a strange hair-color would be a 
natural thing for a guilty person to do if they 
believed they might otherwise be identified. But he 
didn't know Zane did it, by any means, and even if he 
did it didn't matter. He didn't have nearly enough 
evidence to arrest Zane, he didn't even have enough 
evidence to take Zane in for a lineup, that's even 
assuming the guy's friends could identify him. 

No the detective was trying to get a reaction out of 
him. If Zane had been connected with the guy's death, 
the detective was trying to elicit panic or an 
expressionary reaction to being confronted about it. He 
was looking for any reason at all to look into Zane as 
a suspect. But Zane wasn't going to give him the 
satisfaction. The only reason the detective had 
considered whether or not to ask at all, Zane was sure, 
was because the guy probably hadn't wanted to let Zane 
know he might be on to him, in case Zane was the 
killer.

"Sorry detective, I wish I could help you, but I'm 
afraid I don't." Zane answered, offering another shrug.

The detective watched him a few seconds more before 
once more nodding. "Alright. Well, again, thanks for 
your time. We appreciate your cooperation." Detective 
Aaron told him, again rising from his seat. This time 
when Zane followed suit, the detective offered him his 
hand, and not to be rude Zane shook it. "If we should 
have any further questions in the future, we'll let you 
know."

"Your welcome. Sorry I couldn't be of more help." Zane 
said, before turning to stride towards the door. This 
time no one said anything to stop him, but as he 
reached the threshold he came to a stop. On a sudden 
impulse he glanced back, he couldn't help himself. 
"Detective?"

"Yes?" Detective Aaron asked, glancing up. He'd been 
jotting more notes down on the pad.

"That guy you said died near the convenience store? How 
did he die?" Zane asked, putting a curious look on his 
face.

"I'm afraid I can't release those details while the 
investigation is still ongoing." Detective Aaron told 
him, smiling.

"Oh.... Well, thanks anyways." Zane said, before 
turning his head back and stepping through the door.

***

Two days and four bodies later, and the third book was 
open to him. Zane had spent the previous night hunting. 
Zane had the feeling he was becoming addicted to the 
rush of pleasure that came with draining energy, 
because of late he'd been having trouble going any 
extended period of time without wanting it. And after 
finally having a taste of a truly satisfying flow of 
energy with Mark's death, he found he couldn't bring 
himself to go back to the short bursts at all. He'd 
also found that after Mark's death the idea of taking 
someone's life was actually meaning less and less to 
him as time went on.

So the night before, feeling restless, he'd finally 
given into impulse and gone downtown to feed. He'd 
chosen homeless people, ones who looked sick, like they 
weren't going to last long anyways, and for the first 
night since the guy from the convenience store he'd 
pulled he energy straight from its source. Every time 
he tapped into someone's life energy and began to drain 
it out felt like the first, the bliss was just as 
amazing, the pleasure just as intense. 

Only two of his victims had been the homeless he'd 
intended to target, though. The flows of their life 
energy had actually been weaker then most, perhaps 
because of the illness, but he'd only managed to pull 
about as much energy directly out of them as he'd been 
able to pull from Mark's body when it was already dead. 
Still, the feeling that accompanied the drain of energy 
was beyond intoxicating.

The other two victims had been a stroke of luck, as he 
was searching for a third target. Two guys had tried to 
jump him in an alley for his wallet. That had relieved 
Zane of even the slightest amount of guilt he might 
have otherwise felt over sucking every last bit of 
energy out of their bodies. They had been young, 
relatively healthy. He'd gotten about as much energy 
out of them as he had out of the first guy, and 
afterwards he'd finally felt... Sated, was the only 
word he could've put to it. He could feel the energy 
coursing through his body, the sensation of being 
alive, and he simply hadn't felt a need for any more. 
So he'd come home, where he'd immediately checked and 
found that the symbols in the third book finally spoke 
to him.

He'd spent the entire night reading the book. He was so 
pumped on the energy he'd drained earlier in the 
evening that the idea of sleep never even occurred to 
him, he never felt even slightly tired. The third book 
contained very few rituals. Instead, most of it was 
composed of detailed descriptions of things he could do 
with his power now, with study.

Most of it was a matter of using the energy a certain 
way, but there were other aspects that were required 
with some of the abilities. The book explained 
everything, both what he was capable of, and long 
detailed descriptions of how to use the powers. Again, 
he'd found memorizing the book remarkably easy, and by 
morning he felt almost certain that he'd be able to 
successfully do any given thing that had been described 
in the book on his first attempt.

That was when he first noticed it. It was only after 
he'd closed the book and had finally stopped thinking 
about the things he'd learned that it finally caught 
his attention, so faint was it. It was a slight 
sensation in his head, but as he focused on it, it 
seemed to become more like... A whisper of some kind. 
Extremely faint, so faint he couldn't make out what was 
being said, but it was definitely like a human voice 
was very softly whispering something in the back of his 
mind. It only went on for several seconds before it 
suddenly stopped, and if Zane hadn't had a clear head 
for a minute he doubted he ever would've noticed it at 
all. It was weird, but it wasn't like he hadn't dealt 
with even weirder stuff in the past few weeks.

It wasn't a major enough thing for it to be of any real 
concern to him, though. After all, he could've just 
been imagining it, and even if he wasn't it still 
could've just been some sub-conscious thing of his own. 
He was more concerned with his plans for tonight. He 
was considering going out hunting again. 

It wasn't like there was any other activity he could 
possibly do that could even come close to rivaling the 
pleasure he got each time he drew another person's life 
energy into himself. And he was getting a definite 
impression that as he went on, each new book was going 
to take more assimilated energy to see into then the 
last. To be honest, after having discovered what he was 
capable of now with the third book, he really didn't 
feel much like having to wait to see what the fourth 
would make available to him, no matter the price.

***

That night Zane was driving towards a lot downtown 
where he'd park his car before heading off to hunt, 
when he realized he was being followed. At first he 
thought it was cops, but the more he stared in the 
rear-view mirror at the truck behind him the more 
convinced he became that it wasn't cops at all. It was 
then that he decided on a course of action. 

Immediately he deviated from the route he was taking. 
There was a secluded park nearby, and it was there he 
turned his car towards. It only took a few minutes to 
get there and pull into the parking lot, which was 
deserted. Turning off his car and stepping out, he 
could see the truck out of the corner of his eye, 
stopped at a curb just outside the park. If they 
thought they hadn't been noticed yet, all the better.

Shutting the door of his car behind him, Zane turned to 
stride into the park, taking a path that would lead him 
into a small wooded area. Almost immediately once he 
was inside and out of sight, he glanced around at the 
trees close by. Picking one, he gathered himself and 
leapt. The branch he was aiming for was about seven 
feet overhead, but he had no problem gaining enough 
height to grasp it and pull himself up onto the branch. 

He'd gotten much stronger of late, much faster. It 
really wasn't that hard for him. It only took him a few 
more seconds to climb a couple branches further up the 
tree, where he positioned himself in the shadows, 
pressed firmly against the bark of the trunk itself. He 
knew he'd be really tough to spot there, even if the 
ones following him did for some reason look up.

As expected, about a minute later he could hear three 
sets of footsteps traveling up the path and into the 
woods. From the sound of it, they were trying to move 
quietly and failing miserably. It only took a few 
seconds more for them to become visible beneath him. 
There was enough moonlight filtering down through the 
trees for him to make out the fact that he had never 
seen any of them before. They were all in their 
thirties or so. What really caught Zane's attention was 
that the one in the middle was carrying a gun. Zane 
wasn't that familiar with gun models, and it'd be kind 
of hard to tell from that distance anyways, but it 
looked like a shotgun of some kind.

That worried him somewhat, but he knew if he let this 
whole thing pass without incident, he'd probably just 
wind up facing the three of them again. Only the next 
time he might not have noticed them in time to negate 
the element of surprise. So, when they were a few feet 
past his position, he moved forward and let himself 
drop off the branch. It was a decent fall to the 
ground, but he landed in a crouch without pain. His 
hitting the ground had made noise though, so the three 
were swiftly turning to face him even as he rose to his 
feet. "Looking for me?" he asked them with a smile.

The one on the right glanced back and forth between him 
and the branches above him a couple times with a 
confused expression on his face, but the other two 
focused immediately on Zane. "I'm Brad Garings." The 
middle one said, a dark look on his face. "And you're 
the guy who killed my nephew."

"Mark was your nephew, huh?" Zane asked, not seeing any 
real familial resemblance, but willing to take the 
guy's word for it. Shrugging, he went on. "Sorry you 
got your information mixed up, but Mark died in some 
kind of accident in the chem lab. I was nowhere near 
it."

The three guys approached slowly, the two to the sides 
watching him warily but the one in the middle just 
looking angry. "Don't even try that bullshit. Mark told 
me about you, before he died. His friends told me about 
you too. You're some kind of witch."

"You believe in witches?" Zane asked in an amused tone, 
a smirk spreading across his face. His question only 
seemed to make the guy angrier.

"Given what's happened to everyone who's faced you 
lately, I'd say something is definitely up, no matter 
what you are." Brad said, the three continuing to 
slowly approach. "What's the matter, huh? Too chicken 
to face someone in a real fight? You have to resort to 
some kind of fucking tricks to do your dirty work for 
you, witch?"

Zane could feel a cold anger beginning to build inside 
him, but at the same time a plan was forming in his 
head. All they needed to do was move a few more feet 
closer, and they were as good as done for. Still, in 
the moment he decided definitively to kill them, his 
anger prompted him to speak. "Warlock." He said in an 
icy tone.

"What?" Brad demanded.

"You called me a witch. A girl is a witch. Boys can't 
be witches, moron. I..." Zane trailed off, smiling with 
the same iciness that his voice was carrying, feeling 
almost glad to finally be able to openly say the words 
he was about to speak. "Am a warlock."

Brad's reaction wasn't quite what Zane had been 
expecting. The guy didn't show surprise or anger at the 
admission, he didn't move closer, he didn't try to 
speak any further. He just raised his shotgun the last 
foot it needed in order to be pointed at Zane and, just 
as Zane realized what was about to happen, before he 
could move, he heard the ear-splitting sound of the gun 
firing. The force of the blast as it took him in the 
stomach actually sent him flying back several feet to 
slam into the ground in a ball of agony. The pain 
radiating from his stomach was more intense then 
anything he'd ever felt before in his life. He could 
barely think through the pain, and in that moment Zane 
was absolutely convinced he was going to die.

He could see his own blood on the ground, but he 
couldn't bear to look down at his body to see what the 
damage looked like. His hands were already at the 
wounds and he felt... Holes. There were holes in him. 
He couldn't bring himself to reach in with his fingers 
to see how far through him they went, but even if he 
had been inclined it probably would've hurt too damn 
much to try. Not like he wasn't already in enough pain 
as it was.

"Looks like magic doesn't stand up well against a gun, 
does it, warlock?" Brad mocked, putting emphasis on the 
word warlock, a savage grin on the guy's face.

Zane could taste blood in his mouth, and he just lay 
there waiting to die. When the pain began to slowly 
fade, he thought that's what was happening, that his 
body was starting to go numb. Then, as the pain faded 
more and more, he started to realize that he didn't 
feel weak, he didn't feel light-headed, or sleepy, he 
actually sorta felt better. 

That didn't much make sense if he was dying. Even so, 
his mind couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. 
It wasn't until the last of the pain faded away, and he 
hesitantly tested with his fingers where his wounds 
were shortly before and found unbroken skin, that it 
finally dawned on him. The books had said his ability 
to heal would be enhanced, but Zane had never imagined 
he'd be able to take a shotgun blast straight to the 
stomach and be good as new less then half a minute 
later.

The other two guys had just started trying to convince 
Brad that they should get out of there, apparently 
assuming Zane was dead. Brad was still standing over 
him though, wearing that same grin. Both his grin and 
the other guy's talk quickly faded however when Zane 
started to rise to his feet. Even though he'd just 
burned off a decent amount of energy, Zane only felt 
slightly tired. He'd been working on that of late, and 
the energy drain that went with his powers impacted him 
a lot less now then it had in the past, though 
admittedly that might have something to do with all the 
excess energy he'd been taking in of late.

As the three guys before him stared on in shock, Zane 
rose to a standing position and began to brush himself 
off, though quite a bit of dirt had gotten mixed in 
with the blood on his clothes, and he was having a hard 
time getting it off. He was probably going to have to 
get rid of the outfit before going home, he couldn't 
let his mom see something like that in the laundry. The 
whole thing only served to piss him off even more 
though, as he'd really liked that shirt. 

Not that his anger really mattered, since he'd been 
planning on killing them anyways. Only earlier he'd 
planned to take them out all at once, as he hadn't 
wanted to risk trying to drain them individually when 
there was a chance the others might attack and somehow 
result in him getting shot. Now that he didn't have to 
worry about getting shot, that changed things entirely, 
and he was suddenly willing to test out one of his 
newer powers.

"That's not possible." The man on Brad's left 
whispered, just as Brad once more raised his shotgun. 
This time though, Zane had no intentions of getting 
shot.

It took less then a second for Zane to reach out with 
both his energy and senses, the way the third book had 
taught him. Suddenly, he could feel it, a presence 
outside of his own. It was both like a mind, and it 
wasn't. It was like some kind of entity, aware and 
intelligent but without a sense of purpose or a will of 
its own. 

So Zane let his will flow over it, like a wave crashing 
over a beach and getting soaked up by the sand, and 
suddenly the presence responded. Before Brad could get 
off a shot, what could only be described as a shadow 
suddenly stretched up out of the ground, whipping 
itself around the muzzle of Brad's gun and jerking it 
out of his hands. The shadow fell to the side, carrying 
the gun with it, which clattered to the ground a few 
feet away as the shadow vanished back into all the 
other shadows.

"No." Zane murmured softly, a smile working it's way 
across his face as he emphasized his next word. "That's 
not possible." The two men around Brad were starting to 
back away, until at his mental direction more shadows 
seemed to separate themselves from the ground, rising 
into the air like some kind of dark appendages before 
lunging in to wrap around both their legs, restraining 
both guys in place. The man on the left actually 
screamed as they both began to struggle to try to get 
their legs free, but Zane could feel the strength of 
the presence that was responding to him, and he knew 
they'd be unable. Brad was just staring at him with 
wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe the things he was 
seeing.

"The moment you heard I was a witch, you should've 
thrown out the idea of revenge." Zane told Brad as he 
began to walk towards the man. Brad started to back 
away from him, and just like that he found himself 
restrained by shadows the way the other two were. "Now 
that you know I'm a warlock, it's too late. You don't 
get to see what I'm truly capable of and walk away from 
the experience." Zane told him with a dark grin as he 
approached the last couple feet and reached out to lay 
his fingers against Brad's forehead.

For a second, just before he began to pull Brad's 
energy into himself, Zane wondered if the high the 
energy was going to give him would make keeping the 
shadows binding the other two more difficult to 
maintain. He needn't have worried, he soon found. If 
anything, the ecstasy of the energy flowing into him 
only made it easier. It seemed to heighten his 
connection to the presence outside him. 

The sight of what was happening to Brad seemed to freak 
out the man who'd screamed even more, he looked like he 
was about to break his own legs trying to get away from 
the shadows. The other man was at least a little 
smarter. Though there was worry on his face as well, he 
seemed to be examining the base of the shadows, 
searching for some way to get rid of them or get them 
to release.

In just under half a minute Brad was dead. As his body 
collapsed to the ground, Zane turned to the remaining 
two. The one on the left was actually in tears, and as 
Zane began to approach the both of them the guy started 
blubbering about how he didn't want to die even as he 
continued to struggle against the shadows. The one on 
the right seemed to have given up fighting, he seemed 
to realize that it was pointless. 

He was just staring at Zane with a sort of haunted 
defeated look, like he'd already accepted his death. 
Zane immediately focused on the man on the left, and 
with only the slightest bit of urging two more shadows 
separated themselves from the ground, wrapping 
themselves around the man's arms as the shadows around 
his legs released. The shadows around his arms began 
dragging him backwards towards a nearby tree, and by 
this time the guy had started screaming again.

Zane just followed as the shadows pinned the guy to the 
tree and held him there. As Zane stared into the man's 
eyes, he could feel the dark grin still on his own 
face. With Zane approaching the last few feet towards 
him, the guy seemed to be trying everything he could to 
get away from the shadows, the tree, and Zane most of 
all. Zane imagined the guy's back had to be getting 
scratched and cut through his shirt by the bark, but 
the guy didn't seem to care. 

It wasn't doing him the slightest bit of good, though, 
and as Zane approached to within a foot of him the guy 
suddenly lashed out at him with his legs. Effortlessly 
Zane caught the guy's left leg in both hands just above 
the foot, moving out of range of the right leg at the 
same time. With one simple motion Zane twisted, hard. 
He could hear the bones snapping inside the guy's leg, 
and once more a scream was drawn out of the guy, this 
one louder then any of the others.

It went on for some time, and by the time the scream 
ended the guy was panting to try to get his breath 
back, his pain showing clearly on his face, his cheeks 
streaked with tears. "You're the devil." The man 
suddenly choked out, his body visibly trembling.

"No." Zane told him, for the first time no longer 
really feeling human. Since he'd gained the powers he'd 
sort of viewed himself as the others had, as a warlock, 
just a human with supernatural abilities. Now, in this 
moment, seeing himself what he was capable of, how much 
beyond these men he was, he felt elevated to another 
level entirely. Humans couldn't do what he was capable 
of, humans couldn't wield the powers he had at his 
disposal. He had left humanity behind, along with all 
their rules and laws. In that moment Zane felt 
untouchable. "I'm a god." Zane whispered right into the 
man's face, his left hand still gripping the guy's leg, 
even as he reached into him and began to draw the 
energy out.

By the time he was dead and Zane turned to the third 
guy, he found the last of the men with his eyes closed, 
whispering soft prayers. Zane couldn't make out most of 
the words, so he wasn't sure which deity they were 
supposed to be to, but he didn't much care. As Zane 
walked slowly back towards the man, he saw the guy's 
eyes open. Even as he watched Zane, he continued to 
whisper one prayer after another. It was only as Zane 
finally reached him that the guy's whispers stopped, 
his eyes once more falling shut. Zane just stood there, 
unmoving, until about ten seconds later the guy's eyes 
finally opened again.

"Do it." The man said softly, his face surprisingly 
calm, even the haunted look he'd had earlier was gone. 
He had to know what was about to happen to him. He'd 
seen what Zane had done to the others. But there wasn't 
an ounce of fear in his features.

"Do what?" Zane asked, studying the guy.

There was a short pause, and then. "We both know that 
you're going to kill me. All I ask is that you give me 
a clean death. Don't just stand here and play games 
about it. Even if the death isn't quick, let me at 
least die whole." The guy told him, glancing sideways 
at the second man's body, which laid at the base of the 
tree. Zane could see faint hints of shame and even 
disgust in his features as the man turned his head back 
to face Zane. "Unbroken." He finished quietly. Zane 
knew without saying anything that the man knew he 
understood. It had nothing to do with the physical. The 
man wanted to die with his pride, he didn't want to 
face death as his friend had.

"I respect that." Zane replied, giving a single nod. He 
knew that with sufficient pain he could break the guy, 
turn him into precisely what he was afraid of being. 
But he couldn't help but admire a man who in the face 
of his own death was willing to go without fear, who 
desired not to beg for his life or rage against the 
injustice of his demise, but just wanted the chance to 
hold onto his self-respect. Quietly Zane reached out 
and laid his hand on the man's shoulder, and just like 
that he was draining the life energy of the last of the 
three. 

Every time before when he'd drained energy from a 
living victim he'd been able to see pain and fear on 
the faces of those he was pulling it out of, but the 
entire time he was draining the guy's energy, his face 
remained calm, almost serene. Even as the color 
vanished from his hair, the guy's expression didn't 
shift, didn't show the slightest hint of what he was 
feeling. As the last of the guy's energy was drained 
off, he didn't emit a gasp so much as a soft sigh, his 
body collapsing as Zane released his shoulder.

Zane just stood there for a moment, staring down at the 
man's body. Even with the fresh energy coursing through 
him, exuding a sense of being alive into every pore of 
his body, he still couldn't help but feel 
contemplative, his face remaining completely neutral as 
he studied the corpse. Finally, a couple minutes later, 
Zane smiled softly. "You died well." He told the guy's 
body, inclining his head slightly towards it, before 
turning to begin his trek back towards his car.

***

By the time Zane drove back up to his house, he had a 
problem. The whisper he'd gotten in his head the other 
night was back, only now it was louder and there was 
more then one of them. Usually only one seemed to speak 
at any given time, but whenever one let off another 
seemed to take it's place, different somehow then the 
one before. Occasionally they would all suddenly fall 
silent, but that would only seem to last a few seconds 
before they started back up again. 

They were loud enough now that Zane could make them 
out, only they didn't make any sense. They were like 
someone was speaking gibberish, just babbling on about 
completely pointless things that seemed to have very 
little relevance to each other. If Zane concentrated, 
he found he could ignore them, but it was hard to do. 
They were extremely annoying, especially since he 
didn't even know if they were really coming from his 
own head or not.

Still, he didn't see why any voices coming from him 
would whisper things like "Rabbit gods drink 
margaritas", "Weakness, blades drive weakness", 
"Fluorescent babies squawk like fish in a pretty blue 
garden", "The moon owes me a new bush" and other such 
incomprehensible ramblings.

Despite the bothersome whispers, though, Zane still 
felt like a god. The untouchable feeling he'd had when 
he'd killed the three men was still there. He felt like 
he could do most anything, and never need to worry 
about the consequences. Who among humans was strong 
enough to punish him, anymore? He felt like doing 
something. Doing something he could never do before. 
Doing something to exercise his newfound freedom. He 
was in the middle of striding down the hall to his room 
when the idea occurred to him.

Pausing mid-step, he turned back around. It only took 
him a few steps to reach the bathroom, and only a few 
seconds inside it to get the jar of Vaseline kept 
there. Stepping out of the bathroom, he resumed 
striding down the hall towards his room, but it wasn't 
his bedroom that interested him. It was the room next 
to his. His sister Michelle was only a year older then 
him, but at seventeen she was already in college. 

She was fairly cute, too, even though she wasn't 
gorgeous. She also just so happened to be the nearest 
target of any interest at all to him. How unfortunate 
for her. Strangely the fact that she was his sister 
didn't bother him the slightest bit. He supposed once 
you'd become a killer everything else sort of paled by 
comparison.

 Quietly opening her door, Zane slipped silently into 
her room before carefully closing the door behind him. 
Walking over beside her bed, Zane gazed down at his 
sister. The blankets came up to her chest, but from 
what he could see above that, she seemed to be wearing 
a white nightgown he'd seen her in a few times before. 
She was laying on her side, facing away from him. Her 
dark hair was very similar to his, and he knew if he 
could see her dark eyes, they'd be the same. 

Reaching down, Zane began to unscrew the top off the 
jar, careful not to make a sound. The moment he had it 
open, he set both the top and the jar on the nearby 
bedside table. Then, to save himself the trouble of 
having to do it later, he went ahead and started 
stripping off his clothes. Since he was still trying to 
remain as silent as possible, it took him a little 
longer, but soon enough he had his clothes laying in a 
pile nearby. Now he was ready.

Reaching in, he quickly grasped the blankets and flung 
them back. Jumping onto the bed, he could see Michelle 
starting to stir, but before she could come around he 
was already shoving her over and onto her stomach. 
Almost immediately afterwards he was on top of her, his 
left hand clamping over her mouth. From the way she 
started to struggle and the muffled noises she was 
making against his hand, it was obvious she was wide 
awake now. 

Tilting his head in, he spoke very softly in her ear. 
"Scream, and I'm going to hurt you very, very badly." 
He said, meaning it. If it came to it, he supposed he 
wasn't above sucking the energy out of even her as 
well. His sister had never been greatly important to 
him, and she'd become far less so of late. Still, he'd 
rather not have to kill her if she didn't force the 
situation.

His sister had always been kind of meek, even a little 
submissive. He really didn't expect too much resistance 
out of her. Indeed, as soon as she heard his voice she 
went still, and as he lifted his hand away from her 
mouth there was no immediate scream. She did speak, 
however. "Zane?" she exclaimed in an incredulous tone, 
as if she herself couldn't believe it. He guessed she 
would know his voice about as well as anyone, so it 
didn't really surprise him that she'd recognized it.

"Quiet!" he barked in her ear. He wasn't sure if she 
was aware that he was naked yet or not, but if she 
wasn't she'd find out soon enough. Lifting up just 
enough so that he could reach up under her nightgown, 
Zane grasped her panties in both hands and began to 
forcefully yank them down her hips.

"What the hell are you doing?" she exclaimed again, 
reaching back with one arm to try and push him away 
from her. She didn't have a good angle for it though, 
and even if she had she wouldn't have been strong 
enough even before he'd been enhanced by the power.

"Quiet." He repeated, practically growling the word. As 
he moved down a bit to drag her panties the rest of the 
way down her legs, she tried to lift up her upper body. 
Immediately he reached up to her back with his right 
hand and shoved her back down, his left hand gripping 
her upper thigh and digging his fingers in sharply, 
until she let out a whimper of pain. "This is just a 
tiny warning. Next time you try to move, it's going to 
hurt a lot worse, and I'm going to do some permanent 
damage." He told her as he brought his hands back down, 
grasping her panties and quickly jerking them the rest 
of the way off.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, sounding on the 
verge of tears now. "I'm your sister!"

"This is the last time I tell you to shut up." Zane 
hissed at her. "You say so much as another word and I'm 
going to break your fucking jaw." He told her as he 
climbed back over her, reaching out with his right hand 
to grasp the jar of Vaseline off the bedside table. 
Setting it down beside him on the bed, he reached in to 
scoop some onto his fingers before bringing his hand in 
to begin to smear it over his semi-hard cock. 

He could feel his dick respond and start to harden as 
he spread the slick substance over it. Even after he 
had his cock completely coated with the stuff, he 
continued to slide his hand smoothly up and down the 
shaft for a bit more, until maybe twenty seconds later 
he was completely hard.

Swiftly reaching back to the Vaseline jar, Zane scooped 
a bit more onto his index and middle fingers before 
moving his hand in to press both fingers against her 
asshole. With one firm shove he could feel her ass 
stretch open as his fingers sank into her. He could 
hear gasp suddenly when his fingers first made contact, 
and then she let out a soft whine as they slid into 
her. But even that he didn't care to hear at the 
moment. 

Moving his free left hand up, he grabbed the back of 
her head and shoved it down into the pillows, at the 
same time starting to pump his fingers in and out of 
her tight butt, twisting them back and forth inside her 
as he did to smear the Vaseline along the inner walls 
of her ass.

Since he didn't intend to suffocate the girl he lifted 
his hand away once he had her face pressed against the 
pillows, and like he'd hoped she didn't lift it away, 
so he wasn't going to have to listen to her. He did 
hear her make occasional soft muffled noises against 
the pillows, but they were barely even audible. 
Strangely enough the whispers in his head were louder. 

And they seemed excited. Even though their words 
continued to make zero sense, their tone seemed somehow 
encouraging. As he continued to plunge his fingers 
quickly back and forth inside his sister's hot ass, the 
whispers seemed to be rising to a frenzy in his head, 
and he could feel himself rising towards it with them. 
He could only bring himself to work his fingers in and 
out of her hole for a few seconds more to get the 
Vaseline spread as evenly as he could before he slid 
them back out of her.

Immediately he grasped his shaft and guided it in. 
Positioning the head of his cock against her asshole, 
the combination of the Vaseline on his cock and inside 
her ass caused it to only take a couple seconds before 
her hole stretched open and the head popped into her. 
As he began to sink inch after inch of his hard stick 
into his sister's tight butt, he could hear her 
suddenly emit a muffled screech against the pillows. 

This one he didn't mind as much, and he wasn't going to 
fault her for reacting to the pain. As he sank the full 
length of his cock deep inside her ass, the whispers 
became a pulsing inside his head. He could no longer 
make out the words, they were just pounding through his 
mind. Without even realizing it, he began working his 
hips in time with the pounding, the force and speed of 
his strokes seeming in perfect synch with the frenzied 
whispers in his skull.

The feel of her hot tight ass was incredible around his 
cock, but he quickly found that it was no match for the 
raw pleasure he regularly gained from feeding on energy 
these days. Still, he was enjoying this immensely, not 
so much for sensation as for the display of power. He 
was violating his own sister, and he loved it. She 
continued to emit muffled sounds of pain against the 
pillows as he rammed his stiff cock steadily in and out 
of her asshole, but he didn't care. 

They seemed to mingle with the whispers and egg him on 
as he fucked her, her tight butt occasionally clenching 
around the shaft of his dick. She wasn't doing it 
intentionally, but none the less it enhanced the feel 
of her slippery hole as he worked his rigid staff back 
and forth inside her.

"Fuck you're tight." Zane hissed out as he slammed his 
cock deep into his sister's butt. And it was true, her 
ass had to be the tightest hole he'd fucked yet. Her 
only reply was a muffled sobbing noise. He could feel 
his hips hammering against hers with every stroke, his 
stiff rod being buried balls-deep into her hot teen ass 
before getting pulled almost all the way out only to be 
slammed right back into her. The sheer perverseness of 
the act was quickly driving him higher. The pure 
knowledge that he was raping his own sister seemed to 
carry an intense pleasure all it's own.

A few minutes more of screwing his cock in and out of 
Michelle's tight ass and she had finally fallen silent. 
She just lay there, face against the pillows, not 
making a sound as he worked his hard dick back and 
forth inside her. The thrill of the perversity had 
started to fade a bit, but it didn't matter, as he 
could already tell it wouldn't be long. Closing his 
eyes, he concentrated on the feel of his sister's hole 
around his cock, his hips working to fuck her as fast 
as he could. It only took about thirty seconds more 
before he could feel his pleasure start to build.

The whispers in his head seemed to surge sharply and 
then suddenly fade as he passed the brink, his hips 
quickly pulling back to slide his hard staff out of her 
just in time for the first shot of his cum to spray 
over her butt. In an instant he had his hand wrapped 
around his cock, sliding swiftly back and forth along 
it as more and more of his cum sprayed over his 
sister's skin, until finally he started to calm.

Taking a few deep breaths, he actually paused when his 
sister didn't move. He knew she was still alive, he'd 
have been able to sense the change in the life energy 
had she died, besides, she could still breathe well 
enough even in that position. He'd just have to do this 
a little differently then he'd planned. Reaching in 
with his left hand, Zane grasped Michelle by the hair 
and sharply pulled her head up, finally eliciting 
another squeal of pain from the girl. 

"Ssaekara." He said softly as he brought his right hand 
down in a quick motion in front of her face, his energy 
flowing just so. And just like that she was asleep, his 
hand releasing her hair so that her head fell back onto 
the pillows. When she woke, everything that had 
happened in the space of about an hour or so before 
he'd used the ability would seem to have a really 
dream-like quality, a sense of unreality to it. 

Given that she'd been asleep for the earlier part of 
the hour before he'd woken up, he didn't have to worry 
about the potential for problems of other memories 
being affected so. When she woke her ass would probably 
still be somewhat sore, but everything that had 
happened would seem like a dream. Oh, she might still 
suspect, regardless. Might wonder if it had been real, 
especially with the soreness. But given that the memory 
would have no true clarity even in her own mind, if he 
knew his sister as he thought he did Zane was 
absolutely positive she'd never confront him about it. 
Never even tell anyone. Not if she wasn't even sure 
herself, and perhaps not even if she were sure.

Rising and sliding off the bed, Zane went and got a few 
tissues before returning to clean his cum off his 
sister. Afterwards he carefully replaced her panties 
back into their original position before moving to 
collect his own clothes and slip back into them 
himself. Lightly covering his sister with the blankets 
the way they'd been when he'd first entered the room, 
Zane then just collected the tissues before leaving the 
room. He'd throw them away in a wastebasket in his 
room. After all, he wouldn't want his sister noticing 
them in her wastebasket and wondering. Excepting the 
soreness, it'd be like he'd never entered her room at 
all.

***

It was the night after what had happened with his 
sister. Well, to be exact, it was morning already, as 
his clock read 4 AM. In the space of one night he'd 
racked up a total of six bodies. It really didn't 
bother Zane that he was becoming somewhat of a serial 
killer. The conviction that he had surpassed humanity 
had remained as strong as ever. He couldn't bring 
himself to feel sorry over killing humans when he 
himself no longer considered himself to be one.

There was one problem, however. The whispers that had 
been bothering him the day before had only gotten 
stronger. With each of the six people he'd drained the 
life out of, the whispers had seemed to grow in 
intensity and numbers. Until now, by the time he'd 
arrived home, it was like a constant cacophony in the 
back of his mind, a steady underlying noise that he 
couldn't turn off. It made it hard to think clearly. 
Sometimes the whispers even seemed to mix in with his 
own thoughts. 

It would've been easier if the things being whispered 
were at all coherent, but they were too much like the 
echoes rattling around the mind of some hopelessly 
insane mental patient. It really made him hope they 
weren't a product of his own mind. He tried to ignore 
them as best he could, but it had grown quite 
difficult. If it continued to intensify each time he 
drained someone's energy, he guessed it'd probably only 
take a handful more times before it became 
overwhelming. This was worrisome, as even the thought 
of having to take a break to figure it out without 
being able to taste the feeling that came with drawing 
energy into himself was almost painful.

At the moment he was laying on his bed. He had the 
fourth book laying in front of him. He'd just gotten 
home, and it had been the first thing he grabbed. He 
wanted to check to see if it was open to him yet, but 
really he was sort of hoping it would hold a key to 
making the whispers stop. Flipping the cover open and 
glancing down at the first page of symbols, he felt a 
sudden surge of disorientation sweep over him.

If he hadn't already been laying down, he doubted he'd 
have been able to keep his feet under him. Instead of 
fading however, the disorientation was quickly getting 
worse. The whispers in his head seemed to be growing in 
volume, and as the symbols from the book seemed to swim 
through his vision, Zane felt himself losing 
consciousness.

***

Once more Zane found himself in the room with the 
altar, only now the pale blue glow emitting from it 
seemed to rhythmically pulse. It also seemed to stretch 
out much farther from the altar then it had before. 
Whereas before it had illuminated a space of only a few 
feet around the altar, now the illumination seemed to 
stretch to around twenty or so feet out. The good news 
was the whispers that had been plaguing Zane were no 
longer in his head. The bad news was that they weren't 
gone altogether. Now they seemed to be echoing out of 
the walls, reverberating off the stone floor, but at 
least it was still a sufficient distance away that Zane 
could barely even hear them.

Zane wasn't sure what he was doing here again, but 
since there was nothing on or around the altar that he 
could see, he assumed he had to take the same path he'd 
taken before. Turning to start towards the doorway he 
knew was behind him, Zane found himself stopping short. 
Directly in the path between him and the doorway, at 
the edge of the altars glow but veiled in shadow as 
Zane himself was standing in the way of the light, was 
the door-shaped mirror he remembered from the hall he'd 
been in the last time he was in this place. 

Zane quickly stepped to the side so the glow of the 
altar fell cleanly over the surface of the mirror, and 
indeed once more Zane found himself looking at himself, 
even though he was no longer in front of the mirror 
enough for it to reflect him. He was staring at it from 
an angle, but just the same a reflection was staring 
back at him.

The other him looked Zane up and down for several 
seconds before smiling. "You've come a long way." The 
boy in the mirror said, and even though there was no 
noise for it to cut through this time, his voice still 
had a piercing quality to it that Zane couldn't 
explain.

"A long way towards what? What you are?" Zane asked 
softly.

The boy in the mirror just shook his head, still 
smiling. "Towards what you already are, what you've 
always been. Remember, I am already you. You're simply 
taking steps towards understanding who we really are, 
in mind."

"So if I'm taking such big steps on my own, why I am I 
here again?" Zane queried, figuring he couldn't have 
been brought here just to be told how far he'd come.

"Because you're not ready for the step you were about 
to take." The boy said, staring at him. "The book you 
were about to read, it requires a strength you don't 
have yet. That's why you're here."

"But I thought I wasn't even supposed to be able to 
read one of the books until I'd accumulated the power 
necessary to use whatever was inside it." Zane 
responded, feeling quite confused.

"Oh, you have the raw power to use what's in the book 
alright. You just don't have the strength to control 
it. And there's no point to using an ability you can't 
control." The boy told him, a strange expression on his 
face. "So I'm going to teach you. And once I have, not 
only will you feel stronger, more capable. Not only 
will you be able to effectively use everything in the 
book. But these noises..." The boy said, pausing for a 
couple seconds, just long enough for the whispers 
coming out of the walls to be heard. "Will be gone."

"What are they, anyways?" Zane questioned, having 
wondered about just that plenty of late.

"You've been taking pieces of other people into 
yourself, Zane. What did you expect?" the boy asked, 
smirking. "The energy you've been taking isn't like 
most other kinds of energy, you know. Still, their 
minds weren't in the energy. So you're not actually 
carrying around other people inside you. You just took 
in little pieces of who they were that had become... 
Sort of imprinted in the energy over time. Like echoes 
of the people they had once belonged to. The more of 
them there are the harder they are to ignore, and the 
more they can effect your mind. But trust me, once 
you've learned control, you'll be able to block them 
out as completely as if they were never there."

"How do you know what to teach me, if I don't know it, 
and you're really me?" Zane pondered aloud.

"Because you haven't seen the books as I have. You've 
taken in a lot of the knowledge they impart, but you 
have yet to see the deeper meanings. On the surface, at 
least. Deep down, you understood. Because I understood. 
I know what it is you need, and I know how that control 
must be gotten." The boy told him solemnly.

Zane just paused for a moment, staring at a reflection 
he shouldn't have. He wasn't entirely sure if he bought 
that answer or not, but he supposed it couldn't hurt to 
try to learn the control the boy was speaking of, if it 
would really help him. "And how's that?" he finally 
queried.

"Trial by fire." The boy told him, the look on his face 
somewhat sad as he said the words. "The path the books 
entail must be continued. It cannot be stopped now, and 
we don't have the time to wait around and learn the 
slow way. No, here and now, in this place, you will be 
forced to learn control." The boy said, pausing, his 
head bowing slightly before he went on. "Or die trying. 
If you cannot master control of your power, it will 
kill us."

Zane a certain level of panic start to rise up inside 
him. "What do you mean, it will kill us?" he demanded, 
staring at his supposed reflection.

"I mean just that." The boy told him softly. "Very soon 
it will begin. And once it does, you will either learn 
control, or you won't survive."

"What will begin?" Zane asked in a frustrated tone. At 
the moment he would've given quite a bit for a clear 
answer. Luckily he wasn't disappointed.

"Your powers will turn against you. They will seek to 
tear you from this place, not back to where you came 
from, just out." The boy said, glancing upwards, which 
caused Zane to do the same. 

All he saw was darkness, which suddenly struck him as 
strange. The last time he'd been here, it had been easy 
to chalk down as there simply not being enough light to 
see the ceiling. But now the altar's glow reached much 
farther then it had before, far enough that he 
should've been able to see the ceiling if it was of 
about a height with the ceiling from the rest of the 
place. But no, with this room he still couldn't see 
anything above him, just a darkness that was suddenly 
giving him a very bad feeling.

"You see, despite what you might think, up until now 
you haven't had control of your power." The reflection 
continued, breaking into his thoughts. "You've been 
using them on pure instinct, or through rituals that do 
the controlling and the shaping for you. Even with the 
shadows, you never had control. You coaxed, you 
directed, but you never controlled. And as you start to 
use greater powers, that will no longer be acceptable. 
The stronger abilities cannot be simply guided, if you 
do not control them, if you do not have precise hold 
over them, they will devour you."

"And how am I supposed to control my powers, if that's 
not what I've been doing already?" Zane prompted.

"That's what you must learn. Because if you go out 
there." The boy said, once more glancing up. "You will 
never come back. We do not have what it takes to 
survive out there, I'm afraid."

"Can't you give me some idea of what I'm supposed to 
do?" Zane demanded, starting to get a little desperate.

In response, the boy just closed his eyes. "It begins." 
He whispered.

At that exact instant Zane suddenly felt the energy 
inside him begin to churn deep in his gut. He could 
feel more and more of his energy flowing down into it, 
gathering, turning faster and faster inside him. That's 
when the currents started. It was like the air around 
him in the room was starting to spin from the ground 
up. At first it was just like a breeze, ruffling his 
hair and blowing at his shirt, but it was quickly 
gaining strength. 

When Zane glanced back into the mirror, the boy was 
gone. Zane found himself feeling quite desperate now. 
He kept trying to force the energy inside him to stop. 
He'd focus on it and try to will it to settle, and in 
response it'd only seem to turn faster. It was becoming 
like a miniature tornado inside him, and the faster it 
went the stronger the currents of air around him seemed 
to get. 

It had long since turned into a strong wind, and it was 
whipping at his body and face as he stood there, 
pulling his shirt upwards and quickly obstructing his 
vision with it. Zane didn't have the time to spare to 
worry about holding it against his body the entire 
time, so instead he quickly stripped it off. The moment 
he released it, it flew upwards, vanishing into the 
darkness above him.

Zane swiftly glanced around, looking for anything that 
might give him a clue as to what he was supposed to do, 
when his eyes settled on the altar. Whereas before the 
top had been a completely smooth surface, now there 
seemed to be two handle-like protrusions sticking up 
from one side of the stone. Zane didn't even hesitate, 
he quickly started to move towards the altar. 

He seriously doubted the handles would help him with 
whatever control he was supposed to gain, but if the 
wind kept gaining strength he was going to need 
something to hold onto very soon, and the stone 
protrusions were the only halfway decent choice in his 
immediate surroundings. Indeed, the wind was already 
strong enough that he had difficulty just struggling 
towards the altar. The angle of the wind didn't provide 
any resistance to his movement, but it was seemingly 
constantly throwing him off balance. 

The moment he lifted a foot off the floor it would 
instantly become a struggle to get it back down where 
he wanted it. Still, not long later he managed to reach 
the altar. Immediately climbing onto it the best he 
could, Zane reached out to grasp hold of the stone 
handles. They actually seemed to offer a fairly good 
grip.

He'd actually hoped that having the stone altar beneath 
him would help provide a buffer from the wind, but if 
anything it seemed to make things worse. He just wished 
he knew what to do. He had absolutely no ideas in a 
situation like this. He didn't know how he could gain 
any more control of his power then he already had, 
which apparently wasn't much. He kept trying to make 
the energy swirling inside him halt it's spinning, but 
it just wasn't responding to him, no matter how hard he 
tried to force it to do what he wanted. 

The wind was whipping around him so hard that it 
actually seemed to be howling right outside his ears. 
Then as it kept growing in strength, the thing he'd 
been afraid of finally happened. He could feel his body 
begin to drift upwards with the force of the wind. 
Tightening his grip on the handles as much as he could, 
he could feel the wind tugging on his body, until his 
feet were extended straight up above him, his hold on 
the stone becoming the only thing keeping him from 
being carried up into the darkness. 

The force of the wind wasn't strong enough to really 
yank him in that direction yet, so there wasn't enough 
pressure on his hands to make holding on that 
difficult. The pull of the upward current was just 
strong enough to keep tugging against his grip, and so 
long as it stayed like that he'd be able to hold 
steady, but as he well knew things were going to get 
worse fairly quickly. For the second time in the past 
couple days Zane came to the sudden realization that he 
was going to die.

"It's yours." A voice suddenly said inside Zane's head. 
It was like he both felt it and heard it at the same 
time, despite the steadily increasing volume of the 
sound the wind was making outside his ears. The voice 
was both strong and calm at the same time, and it 
definitely wasn't Zane's. "The power is yours. You keep 
trying to use it, trying to direct it as you wish, and 
that is not enough. You have to understand that it's 
part of you now, as much as any limb on your body. You 
don't try to use your arms and legs, you simply use 
them, because you control them." 

The voice was saying inside his head, but it was taking 
time, and with every second that passed Zane could feel 
the force of the wind picking up, the strain on his 
hands gradually increasing. "If you just think about 
using one of your limbs, you try to force it with your 
mind, it does nothing. You have to control it as an 
extension of yourself. While the power will respond to 
mental direction, to instinctual feelings. It is never 
truly yours until you control it." The voice said 
forcefully.

The entire time the voice was going on in his head, 
Zane was trying to do what it had said. He tried to 
calm himself enough to just use the power. His hands 
were starting to hurt, and it was quickly getting tough 
to hold his grip on the stone, but still he managed to 
focus. He tried to simply control the power, but it 
wasn't as easy as that, and no matter how many times he 
tried he kept finding himself attempting to make the 
energy stop with his mind. All the while he could feel 
it spinning faster and faster inside him.

"You can't make it obey your will. It is not a child to 
be commanded or a mind to be dominated. It is a part of 
you. Stop treating it like a foreign object planted 
inside you and understand that it is an extension of 
you." The voice radiated through his head. It was only 
making things more difficult, however. It was harder to 
focus when the voice kept talking right inside his 
head. And by now most of his concentration was being 
taken up by just trying to keep his hands around the 
stone anyways. 

By now the strain of trying to keep his grip had his 
hands feeling like they were on fire. The only thing 
that was giving him the will to keep holding on through 
the pain was the knowledge that the moment he let go, 
he was as good as dead. "Don't try to focus!" the voice 
shouted forcefully inside his head. "You don't need 
focus! Focus is of the mind! Your mind is what's 
holding you back! Forget everything else! Feel it! 
Control it!"

What Zane could feel was his hands starting to slip. 
Despite his best efforts, the wind was getting too 
strong. That combined with the pain were causing his 
hands to slowly lose their hold, inch by inch. The 
harder he tried to grip it through the agony surging 
through his hands, the faster his grip seemed to 
disappear. That realization is what finally caused it 
to hit him, what caused everything to sink in.

"Control it or die." the voice said inside his head, 
once more seemingly calm. That was when Zane felt the 
last of his hold on the stones slip away. Immediately 
he could feel his body flying upwards towards the 
darkness above. But it was too late. Zane finally 
understood what had to be done, and in a fraction of a 
second he stopped the energy spinning inside him. He 
didn't try, he simply quashed it, as effortlessly as 
breathing. Immediately the energy inside him returned 
to its normal flow, and the wind around him stopped. 

Zane was just starting to feel the beginnings of relief 
that he wasn't going to die when he started to fall. 
Staring at the ground, he realized he must've reached 
at least forty feet up, the wind had carried him that 
fast. 

Zane wasn't sure exactly where the point above him was 
supposed to be that crossing meant death, but wherever 
it was it was much higher up then the ceilings in the 
rest of the place. None of that mattered now though, as 
all Zane could concentrate on was the sight of the 
stone altar rushing up to meet him. This was definitely 
going to hurt. The split second before he would've 
impacted with the stone, however, the room around him 
vanished.

***

Zane suddenly found himself on his bed again, back in 
his room. The idea of it having been a dream was no 
longer even an option this time, though. Not only did 
his hands still ache like hell but, glancing down he 
found himself without his shirt. Wherever it had been 
carried by the wind, he doubted he'd ever get it back. 

It didn't bother him too much though, as he hadn't been 
nearly as fond of that shirt as he had been of the 
shirt that had been ruined by Brad. Almost immediately 
the whispers suddenly returned to his head as loudly as 
they'd been the last time he was in his room. But these 
too he was able to quash effortlessly. He was able to 
use the energy to simply push them away, and just like 
that they were gone from his mind, and he finally had 
some peace inside his own head again for the first time 
in awhile.

The pain in his hands quickly vanished, and Zane found 
himself feeling surprisingly good, despite the fact 
that he'd come pretty close to dying a matter of 
minutes before. The energy felt far more natural inside 
his body now, and Zane felt strong. Stronger then he'd 
felt earlier that evening without question. 

It was like the energy was finally in tune with him, 
and that that had only served to enhance the effects it 
had already been having. Zane wondered how much more 
he'd be capable of, now. A second later his eyes fell 
on the fourth book, laying open in front of him, and he 
couldn't help but grin. He had some reading to do.

***

(So ends Part 2 of the story. To be continued in Part 
3, where we see the full lengths of what Zane is 
becoming. Is his power somehow guiding him down this 
dark path? How long can he truly go on draining the 
life out of people until it catches up with him? Will 
it be Detective Aaron who learns the truth, or will 
something else entirely come forth to confront him? And 
what about the voice he heard when he was in danger? 
Was it actually a part of his own mind, or was 
something else attempting to guide him? And last but 
not least, what about Liz. Can his relationship with 
her survive given the recent developments? 

These questions to be answered in Part 3. Don't miss 
it.)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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