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Bible Black - 1
by The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)

***

A teenager named Zane stumbles across a set of books. 
Books that teach him how to obtain and use a dark 
power. At first the power is everything Zane ever 
wanted. He can do what he chooses, use who he chooses, 
he can even bring others under his control. Too late he 
discovers there's a price to be paid. His new powers 
are feeding off his life-energy, and he must now in 
turn feed off the energy of others, or perish. (mf-
teens, nc, inc, mc)

***

AUTHOR NOTES: I hereby present the first part of my 
next story. For those who enjoy this story and want to 
read more of my work, "The Cycle of Corruption" 
(Directory 28, under Cycle), "Dead People Aren't Toys" 
(Directory 36), and "Fear the Void Below" (Directory 
38) are all available in the Kristen Archives.

This story, when completed, will be at least 3 parts. 
There's an outside chance at 4. If you enjoy the story 
and want to read more, be sure to send me feedback on 
it, as it can greatly affect the speed at which the 
later parts get written. Feedback volume greatly 
dropped off after the third story, which is why it took 
me so long to get the first part of this story out. I 
probably would've completed it a week or two sooner 
with more motivation. For those who choose, I can be 
contacted at SyntheticDivine@aol.com but please be sure 
to put "Bible Black" as the topic to ensure I don't 
confuse it for spam and accidentally delete it.

Now for the proper warnings. The story to follow will 
offer a fair amount of perversity when completed. The 
first part only possesses mind control, some incest, 
and underage sex. Later parts will in addition likely 
contain rape, more hardcore incidents of incest, and 
various other possible perversions. If any of these 
things bother you, it's probably best if you don't 
continue reading beyond this point. For those of you 
that are left, I present to you my fourth story.


BIBLE BLACK - PART ONE

It was a semi-normal Saturday afternoon when Zane 
stumbled upon the set of diaries. At least, they looked 
like diaries. He was over at his friend Sean's house. 
In their attic to be precise. They hadn't had anything 
better to do, and Sean's mother had said that there 
wasn't anything of value up there, so if they found 
anything they liked they could keep it. All except for 
a few boxes in the corner that contained photo albums 
and other such mementos. 

Those they had been specifically instructed to leave 
alone. Zane was at the moment going through a chest 
that Sean had said belonged to his great grandfather. 
There were a couple items of very minor interest in 
there, but what caught his attention were the books.

They looked like diaries. Small, black, and compact. 
Each had a red symbol of some kind drawn on the front, 
a different one for each. And there were nine books in 
all. It was the symbols that drew his attention. 
Diaries would've been boring, but Sean's great 
grandfather was supposed to have been a magician or an 
illusionist or something like that. 

Zane had the fleeting hope that based on the symbols, 
maybe the books held the secrets to the guy's tricks or 
some such. Grabbing the top book off the bunch and 
flipping it open, Zane found himself in for a 
disappointment.

Covering the pages were more symbols like the ones on 
the covers, only these were drawn in a dark black ink. 
Zane glanced over them, trying to discern even one he 
might recognize from somewhere but... No, it all seemed 
to be pretty much gibberish to him. The strange thing 
though was that the more he stared at it, the more he 
wanted to understand what was hidden in the symbols. 
The more he wanted to decipher it. The symbols had an 
allure to them somehow. Something that made him feel 
almost drawn to them. And as he watched the symbols 
more and more closely, something happened.

It was like the symbols began to waver on the page, 
like the ink was shifting slightly back and forth. And 
he heard a faint whisper in the back of his head. 
"Power", "Closer", the whisper went, almost child-like 
in tone. The wavering of the symbols became more 
pronounced, until the ink of the symbols began to 
almost touch each other, and whenever they did Zane got 
the sudden impression of words on the paper. Words he 
could understand, but couldn't really see. And a 
feeling like there was something deeper in the book. 

With a start, Zane suddenly wrenched himself out of the 
stupor he seemed to have fallen into. Immediately the 
whispering in his head stopped, but his vision seemed 
slightly blurry for a couple seconds before returning 
to normal.

"Did you find something?" he suddenly heard Sean ask 
from off to the side.

It took Zane a second to find his voice, and another 
second to think of what he wanted to say, but finally 
he replied with. "Just some of your great grandpa's old 
diaries. I think they're from when he was a kid. 
They're just sorta about what his life was like back 
then." He lied, not even sure why he was lying, but 
just feeling a sudden inexplicable need to possess the 
books, to be able to study them further.

"Oh." Sean said, the boredom apparent in his voice, 
before the boy turned back to rummaging through a box 
he was looking through. Zane felt a near rush at that 
moment. His only thoughts now were on getting the 
books, and that word was his first step to that goal.

"Think I could borrow these for awhile? I think they 
might help me with a history project Mr. Erikson 
assigned yesterday. At least, they could save me from 
having to do a fair bit of studying and work on top of 
that." Zane told him, trying to sound as convincing as 
possible. The truth was of course that his history 
teacher had assigned no such project, but luckily his 
best friend was a year younger then him so they didn't 
share any classes.

"Sure man, take 'em." Sean said idly, lifting a 
magnifying glass out of the box and looking it over for 
a second before dropping it back in and continuing to 
rummage through. "I'm not going to miss them. I'm sure 
mom won't. Just bring them back whenever."

"Thanks." Zane replied honestly enough, plucking the 
books out of the chest a couple at a time and setting 
them down beside it. He couldn't take off with them now 
though or it would look suspicious, so reluctantly he 
resigned himself to the fact that he was still going to 
have to help go through the rest of the attic. Oh well 
though, he'd have time enough to study them later.

***

Zane stared at the pages, almost unable to look away. 
The symbols wavered across them, and impressions of 
words just sort of appeared in his head, as if he was 
reading them. The only shifting in his concentration 
was to occasionally turn the page. He more or less knew 
to do it whenever the impressions in his head suddenly 
stopped. It wasn't always clear though, because the 
words weren't entirely words. It was more like a series 
of meanings, strung together. 

He could feel the meanings, sense them, but his mind 
didn't always manage to attach a form to the feeling to 
turn it into a word. If he had to try to put it into 
actual speech, he'd have said the book was saying 
something about shadows and connections. But what it 
was telling him, on a deeper level, was far more then 
that. The book was like a guide to power. Power that 
could be obtained, that he could obtain. A dark power. 
The book told him how.

The beginning of the book played like a warning. He got 
the impression that the power could be dangerous. That 
the one who possessed it could be... Effected by it, 
somehow. But there were pieces of it he simply couldn't 
manage to understand. He could feel it, but he couldn't 
make it into words or images in his head, and while he 
could manage to work through that on some of the 
meanings, on this one he just couldn't quite understand 
without it. Still, the power could be strong, that much 
was clear. The one wielding it could do quite a bit, 
once they learned to use it.

The book then proceeded to describe the ritual that 
would awaken the power within a person. There were a 
lot of meanings behind it, but once those meanings were 
put together the ritual was actually fairly simple. The 
book was required, seemingly to help establish a link 
of some kind. As was a little preparation and a few 
spoken words, but other then that it seemed to be a 
matter of mental focusing. It had to be done in a 
certain way, but the book had told him how. 

As he came to the end of the ritual, the book stopped 
talking to him. At least, he couldn't think of any 
other way to put it. The symbols on the pages beyond 
that point simply didn't waver the way the others had. 
He didn't get any feelings out of them, and he didn't 
know why. He'd only gotten about a quarter of the way 
through the book. Still, what he had read had been 
enough to give him quite a lot to think about. The 
power the book had described.. It was real, he knew it 
was. He knew the things contained in the book were 
true. He'd felt them, as they'd come to him.

The idea of possessing such power was beyond tempting. 
The book had said there were dangers, but for some 
reason he couldn't bring himself to focus on them. All 
he could think about were the things he might be able 
to do with real power. The book hadn't actually stated 
what the power would make someone capable of, the 
impression of power and versatility didn't have details 
behind them. So his mind kept trying to fill in the 
blanks. 

He kept going over the various possibilities in his 
head, rejecting some, determining others were likely. 
All the while wondering. What if he did the ritual? 
What if he gained the power the book described? Even if 
there could be dangers, wouldn't it be worth it? It was 
all he could do to stop from trying to get all the 
stuff ready to do it immediately. But he was able to 
seize control of himself and resist. He could at least 
think about it for the night, sleep on it, and decide 
in the morning. 

It was a big decision, to take on power like that. And 
if he'd have it the rest of his life, one night spent 
considering it to be sure it was what he wanted wasn't 
much. Tomorrow was Sunday, so no school. If he did 
decide to do the ritual, he'd have the entire day free 
to handle it. Now all that was left was to think.

***

Zane was dreaming, though he didn't know it. He wasn't 
even aware of himself. He could see his room, and on 
the desk where he'd set the nine books, there was only 
one. Only it wasn't like the others. It was far larger, 
and it was made of something else. Flesh. Pulsing 
flesh. He could feel it, almost as if it was his own. 
There was chanting in the room, but he couldn't 
pinpoint the source. 

It seemed to be coming out of the walls, the ceiling, 
the floor. And the book... Was oozing blood. It was 
dripping from the pages down onto the desk it was 
resting on, and a pool of it had already collected 
beneath it. Shadows flickered at the corner of his 
vision, but just as he got the feeling that something 
big was about to happen, he woke up.

***

"Akuai." Zane whispered, his eyes closed and his arms 
spread to the sides. On the ground before him rested 
the book, to it's sides two sheets of paper with 
drawings on them. He'd drawn them himself, even though 
he wasn't much of an artist. But the skill behind it 
didn't matter, he knew. Only the intent with which it 
was drawn and the symbol it represented. 

On one page was a doorway, completely black, with 
lightly shaded shadows creeping out from the edges. On 
the other page were two lightning bolts, a black one in 
the upper-right, a blue one in the upper-left, both 
pointing towards an eye in the center. An eye of 
several odd colors. He'd instinctively known which ones 
to use, and where.

"Sskarak. Aku ssandai. Ssendoriath amorian tunai." Zane 
whispered, the words simply coming to him. He'd felt 
the meanings when he'd been reading the book, but 
they'd been among the ones he couldn't form words for. 
He'd known though that when the time came they'd be 
there, and they were. He didn't recognize the dialect, 
though. The s syllabants were hissing, and the rest 
were all sharp, though his keeping his voice at a 
whisper dulled the edge somewhat.

"Kara. Kai tunai kara. Sseentha ssorak. Tokara akuai. 
Sshoma netoriat." Zane whispered softly before reaching 
out, laying one hand on each of the pieces of paper and 
leaning forward until his forehead was pressed against 
the symbol on the book. "Ssian. Orai. Akuai ssho. 
Mentora osso isshan." He finished. 

A second passed where nothing happened, and then he 
felt it. Like a ripple inside him. A shifting, a 
churning. And then all at once it flooded through him, 
so fast and so strongly that it was all he could do to 
hold his position. He didn't know about power, but he 
could feel a strange energy coursing through his body, 
unlike anything he'd ever felt before. There was no 
pain, no pleasure, just energy. Slowly, he lifted his 
head from the book, and raised his hands from the 
pages. The drawings on the pages were gone, though the 
symbol on the book remained.

Almost instinctively, Zane reached out to open the book 
once more. At first he was disappointed, when he found 
that he still couldn't draw anything from the symbols 
on the pages immediately following where it had stopped 
before, but as he flipped past the second quarter of 
the book and into the third, the symbols began to waver 
and shift before his eyes. A smile worked it's way 
slowly across his face as he continued turning the 
pages and discovered that while it hadn't been before, 
the entire second half of the book was now open to him. 
The second quarter was still missing, but he had a 
feeling it too would come with time. For now, he had 
some reading to do.

***

Rituals. That had been what most of the second half of 
the book had been filled with. More rituals, but ones 
that could only be properly done with the power he now 
possessed. He'd been both excited and intrigued by what 
he'd found. There hadn't been a single useless or 
boring ritual among them. Every single one of them he 
felt he could use, if not in the near future, then at 
least some day. Each of them had a quite useful effect. 
And the information he'd got from the symbols that 
hadn't had to do with rituals was a short explanation 
of other powers that should begin to manifest. 

Slightly enhanced reflexes, strength, and speed. A 
fairly enhanced capacity to heal. And also the 
impression that these things should grow stronger over 
time, as should the rest of his powers. That he'd learn 
to do more with the reading of the second book, and the 
books following it. He'd tried opening and looking at 
the second book though, but he'd gotten nothing from 
the symbols he saw there. No wavering, no feelings. He 
had the strong impression that he wouldn't, until he 
discovered what was hidden in the second quarter of the 
first book. Until he surpassed whatever was blocking 
the knowledge there from him.

He could still feel the energy flowing through him. The 
stuff that was supposed to give him his power. He 
didn't feel any more powerful then he had been the day 
before, but just the same he couldn't wait to try using 
it. He already had the first ritual in mind. It 
required a subject that was sleeping. You didn't have 
to be near the target, so long as you could picture 
them. The ritual put you into a sort of sleeping state 
of it's own. Through the power you entered the dreams 
of the target, and the dreams changed slightly. Became 
more real, made it so that your bodies couldn't waken 
from stimuli inside the dreams. And gave the performer 
of the ritual control of the dreams.

The rest was quite simple. Once you were in the 
person's dream, you had until they woke up normally to 
make them accept a symbol. The symbol was drawn on a 
page beforehand for use in the practice of the ritual 
itself. You could use their dreams however you wanted 
to make them accept it. They would feel whatever 
happened to them in the dream as if it were real. You 
had to make them accept having the symbol branded on 
their skin. If you did, they were yours. 

After they woke, no one would see the symbol, not even 
the one who'd performed the ritual. Zane wasn't 
entirely sure the extent to which the target would then 
be under the performer's control. The book had just 
given the impression that they'd be yours. The symbol 
was only temporary, though. The measurement of time as 
the book saw it and the measurement of time as Zane 
knew weren't the same thing, but from what he'd been 
able to conclude, he guessed that the symbol lasted 
around a month and a half to two months. 

He wasn't absolutely sure of that, but it was the best 
he'd been able to draw from what he'd had. If you 
couldn't get the subject to accept the symbol before 
they woke, though, it would be a long time before you'd 
be able to enter their dreams again. Zane hadn't been 
able to decipher how long, on that account.

He'd already chosen his first subject. Elizabeth Shale. 
Like Zane she was sixteen, and a junior. Also like 
Zane, she had dark hair and eyes. He was around 5'11", 
she was maybe 5'4". Zane thought they'd have looked 
good together. However they walked in entirely 
different circles. Elizabeth was a cheerleader. She was 
dating a senior named Mark. Zane couldn't really 
remember the guy's last name, but he knew the guy was 
on the school's football team. Zane was a loner, he 
kept to himself mostly except for a couple friends. 

Elizabeth was popular, without question. She wasn't 
quite the most popular girl in the school, but she was 
close. Zane, however, was not. The two of them really 
had never spoken that much, but while Zane had thought 
about Elizabeth quite a bit in the past, he wouldn't 
have been surprised to find that she was barely even 
aware of his existence. She sat a couple seats up from 
him in English III. It was his least favorite class, so 
he occasionally took the opportunity to spend some time 
watching her.

Zane was probably going to have to do some pretty 
extreme things in the dreams to get what he wanted. 
After all, you weren't allowed to work through 
deception. The symbol wouldn't take if the person 
didn't know what it was they were accepting or who they 
were accepting it from. Coercion could be used, though, 
so long as the person was aware of precisely what the 
symbol would do to them. Still, Zane was grateful that 
the subject wouldn't remember anything of the dreams on 
waking, whether it was a success or a failure. 

In the event that he failed to get her to submit before 
she woke, he didn't want her remembering the tortures 
he was going to have to put her through. He supposed he 
should feel bad about the idea of torturing her to get 
what he wanted, but somehow the knowledge that it was a 
dream and she wasn't going to remember it anyways made 
it not so bad in his mind. The strange thing was he had 
no doubt the ritual would work to get him into her 
dreams. Usually by this point your average person might 
question whether the ritual would work at all. But even 
though Zane had never had a chance to try using his 
power before, somehow he still knew deep down that it 
would do what the book said it would.

It was around midnight. Zane figured it was pretty 
likely Elizabeth would be asleep by now. The ritual 
wouldn't work if her mind was awake, so he'd decided to 
wait 'till a fairly safe time. Given that they had 
school tomorrow, Zane doubted the girl would wanna run 
on extremely little sleep. He sat on his heels with his 
legs crossed under him. 

Surrounding him were three sheets of paper with a weird 
spiral drawn on them, the sheets of paper forming a 
triangle with him in the center. Held out slightly in 
front of him was his right hand, palm turned upwards, 
with the paper with the symbol he'd chosen laying right 
on top of it so that the symbol pressed against his 
palm. It didn't really matter what symbol he chose, so 
he'd just gone with the flow of the rest of the ritual 
and drawn a simple triangle.

Slowly, carefully he reached out with his left hand and 
touched the tip of one finger to the paper on the 
ground in front of him. The ritual had simply explained 
what was supposed to follow as touching it with his 
power so, taking a deep breath, Zane tried to reach out 
to the paper with his energy. It was surprisingly much 
easier then he thought it would be. He could feel the 
energy flowing through his arm into the paper. 

He could still feel it, even as it ran over the surface 
of the paper, until it reached the spiral near the 
center. Zane felt a sudden surge of disorientation 
sweep over him with the unexpected sensation of the 
energy suddenly swirling around and around several 
times in a very short period, until finally he could 
feel it bound tightly into the spiral, and the 
disorientation faded.

Continuing to follow the books instructions, Zane next 
tried to flow the energy, not out and into another 
paper, but through the spiral and into another paper's 
spiral. Once more it was surprisingly easy. And this 
time as the energy suddenly hit the spiral, he was 
better prepared. It was still disorienting, but not as 
bad as it had been. Soon enough his energy was flowing 
through the second spiral, and it took only several 
seconds more to repeat the process with the third. 

Only when he could feel the energy bound into all three 
spirals did he finally close his eyes and let a picture 
form in his head. An image. Elizabeth's face. Softly he 
whispered her name in his own mind, making sure all the 
while to hold the picture of her steady in his head. 
Suddenly he could feel his energy beginning to swirl 
again, only this time from three sources at once. It 
wasn't like the energy was swirling inside the spirals, 
but more like the spirals themselves were spinning and 
taking the energy with them. 

The sense of disorientation was stronger this time then 
it had been with any of the others, but still he 
struggled to keep her face and name foremost in his 
mind. The spirals and energy continued to swirl, faster 
and faster, and then suddenly Zane felt himself 
falling.

***

It was a little over two hours later when Zane woke up, 
that was all it had taken him. The moment he'd gotten 
her to accept the symbol, there'd no longer been a 
purpose to his being in the dream, and the ritual must 
have simply snapped him back out of it. He wasn't sure 
if she'd been awoken by it as well, or if for her the 
dream had simply transitioned from the one he'd been in 
to a normal one. It didn't really matter much. He 
wasn't going to see her until later that day anyways, 
in school.

Even though he knew she wouldn't remember what had 
happened in their dream, he still had some memory of 
it. It wasn't detailed, but he could still remember the 
gist of what had happened. He could remember seeing her 
naked, which had been a great plus at the time, but he 
couldn't remember what she'd looked like naked. Which 
was gravely disappointing, but he didn't mind too much. 
After all, he'd be seeing her naked in real life soon 
enough. He could also remember being greatly bothered 
by her screams. It hadn't been nearly as easy as he'd 
thought it would be, torturing her. Her screams of pain 
had nearly been enough to make him decide to stop a few 
times, but luckily he'd held together enough to finish 
it. Only now he couldn't remember what her screams had 
sounded like, or what it had been about the tone that 
had gotten to him so much.

He'd collapsed across the triangle, and he could feel 
the paper in his hand where his fingers had reflexively 
clenched around it. Uncrumpling it as he sat up, Zane 
took a quick look at the paper. The symbol he'd drawn 
on it was gone, the paper was blank. Just the sight of 
it brought a smile to Zane's face. Slowly gathering up 
the papers with the spirals on them and stacking them 
on top of the blank one, Zane rose and moved over to a 
desk beside his bed, reaching in to pull out the drawer 
and slide the papers into it before pulling the blank 
one back out. 

He'd hold onto the ones with the spirals, if he ever 
did the ritual again he could use them without having 
to draw the spirals again. But the blank one was 
crumpled, and so it was also useless. Closing the 
drawer, Zane crumpled the blank sheet the rest of the 
way as he walked partway towards the garbage can in the 
corner of the room. Pausing, he tossed the paper the 
rest of the way, watching it sail into the garbage can.

Only then did he start moving over towards his bed. 
Strangely enough, even though he'd been asleep during 
the period of the ritual when he'd been in her dreams, 
he felt utterly exhausted. Far more tired then he'd 
been before the ritual. And now he only had about four 
hours left before he'd need to wake up to start getting 
ready for school. 

Pulling the sheets down, Zane let himself collapse onto 
the mattress, just laying there for a moment before 
finally bringing himself to maneuver around to get his 
head on a pillow and his feet slid under the covers. 
Reaching down to draw the rest of the covers back up, 
Zane found himself yawning. Though even through his 
exhaustion he was really excited about the day ahead, 
he didn't think he'd have much trouble falling asleep, 
not with how tired he felt. Indeed, once he closed his 
eyes, it was only a few seconds before he felt himself 
start to drift.

***

Several hours later Zane found himself sitting in 
English III, a couple seats behind the girl who'd been 
the object of his ritual. It was only now that Zane was 
finally nervous. Now was the true test of his 
abilities, of the things the book had told him, of his 
new-found power. The dream resulting from the ritual 
could've possibly been explained away as his 
unconscious mind fulfilling a conscious desire, showing 
him what he'd wanted and expected to see. 

It wouldn't make much sense, but it was possible. It 
would be the idea most scientists would seize upon in 
such a situation. It all came down to this moment. Now 
he was going to finally test the power. Test the 
control he was now supposed to have over her. And if 
what he planned worked, there would no longer be room 
for questions on the matter.

The teacher was droning on, but most of the class was 
actually paying attention, so no one noticed as he 
reached down and carefully opened the book bag he'd 
carefully tucked on the floor between his legs. 
Reaching in, he slowly drew out the doll he'd tucked in 
there this morning, and received a shock. When he'd put 
it there in the morning, the doll had just been a blank 
figure. 

Now it looked like an exact copy of Elizabeth, right 
down to the clothes she was wearing that day. As he 
stared down at the doll he suddenly found himself 
coming to an instinctual realization. The same way he'd 
been able to work out some of the words he'd gotten 
from the book before. It was the knowledge that only he 
saw the doll this way. Anyone else who looked would see 
the doll as it had originally been.

Taking a deep breath, Zane carefully waited for the 
right moment. Once this started, it wouldn't be long 
before the teacher took notice and put a stop to it, so 
he waited until the teacher had turned and faced them, 
said something, and turned back to write a long 
sentence on the black board before he acted. Using his 
free hand, he quickly grasped the shirt on the doll and 
drew it up, jerking it over the doll's head and off, 
leaving the doll in a black bra. 

As he dropped the shirt, it fell a few inches and then 
just vanished in midair. For some reason it didn't 
occur to him to find this weird, nor did it occur to 
him to wonder why the doll's arms had suddenly been in 
an upwards position to allow him to get the shirt off 
when they'd been pointing downwards when he'd pulled 
the doll out of the bag.

Nonetheless, almost the moment he dropped the doll's 
shirt he suddenly saw Elizabeth reach down and grasp 
her shirt two seats in front of him, and begin to draw 
it up. Zane wasn't sure what thoughts were going 
through the girl's head as she pulled off her shirt, 
but as she dropped it to the floor beside her desk he 
found he didn't really care. Other kids were already 
starting to turn their heads to stare at her, so he had 
to act quickly. 

Using his free hand, he quickly gripped the bra on the 
doll between his thumb and index finger. There was no 
way he could undo the miniature given how small the 
clasp was, so he just gave a quick firm jerk, and felt 
the back of the bra snap open. Swiftly he pulled the 
straps down the doll's arms and let the bra drop. It 
too vanished in midair once it had moved beyond a few 
inches of the doll.

Almost immediately he saw Elizabeth quickly reach 
behind her back. It only took her a couple seconds to 
unsnap her bra, and just like that she was shrugging it 
off her shoulders, her breasts becoming openly exposed 
to the classroom. Quickly Zane shifted the doll a bit 
to the side and Elizabeth turned in her chair in front 
of him before pausing in a pose of sorts, causing her 
breasts to become clearly visible to his gaze. 

They weren't that big, only about a B cup, but they 
were definitely firm, and very slightly upturned. Her 
soft pink nipples looked extremely suckable, and Zane 
could already feel himself growing hard. That was when 
the hoots and wolf-whistles started. It was mostly 
guys, who even threw in a few cheers, but some of the 
girls joined in as well. Suddenly Elizabeth flushed a 
bright red, her eyes glancing horrified down at her 
exposed tits, her arms quickly crossing over them to 
try to block them from view.

At all the noises the teacher turned as well, and 
suddenly paused as her eyes settled onto the topless 
Elizabeth. For a few seconds the teacher froze, and 
then. "ELIZABETH SHALE!" The teacher came extremely 
close to shouting to be heard over the din of noise 
from the other students. "Get your clothes on and go to 
the principal's office, now!" The teacher barked. 
Almost immediately a few boo's issued from some of the 
males in the class. 

Still flushing a bright red, Elizabeth reached down 
with one hand to begin quickly picking up her clothes, 
still trying to cover her tits with her other arm. She 
had to move her arm away to try and pull her shirt back 
on, the class getting one last flash of her young 
breasts, before they were covered by the material, the 
girl still holding the bra in her hand as she slid out 
of her chair and almost ran for the door. 

She was followed by a smattering of applause by some of 
the same guys who'd boo'ed the teacher. And as soon as 
the girl was out of the room whispering broke out 
across the classroom. As unobtrusively as he could, 
Zane slipped the doll back into his bag. He didn't 
think anyone had noticed, but just to be sure he zipped 
the bag shut to ensure no one would see inside.

It took the teacher awhile to regain any semblance of 
order, and even then, the class was going to be ending 
soon anyways. Zane was already planning out how best to 
intercept Elizabeth in the principal's office between 
periods. Since it was likely she'd get sent home or 
even suspended, he had to get to her before she left.

***

Zane rushed out of the classroom as soon as the bell 
rang. He was the first one out of the room and 
immediately he was sprinting down the hallway, even as 
the other classroom doors were just opening. He'd heard 
some of the whispering in class and it had occurred to 
him that a couple of the other guys might stop by the 
principal's office to check on Elizabeth, though they 
were more likely to make lewd comments to her then 
anything else. He didn't want anyone overhearing what 
he had to tell her, so he was moving as fast as he 
could get his legs to move. A couple teachers yelled at 
him to slow down as he flew past, but he ignored them, 
and within about 40 seconds he was standing in front of 
the door leading to the office.

He didn't knock, he just very slowly eased the door 
open, just enough for him to peek his head around and 
gaze inside. He wanted to spot his target before he 
barged in, but as he glanced around the secretary's 
reception, he realized that he didn't see her in any of 
the old chairs lining the wall, which were apparently 
meant to make you even more uncomfortable while you 
were waiting for the principal to see you. 

Damn, he must've missed her. Which posed an interesting 
problem, as if she was already in the principal's 
office he was going to have to skip his next class if 
he wanted to wait around for her. And it was hard to 
skip class standing around in the only corridor that 
was going to let him tell just when she came out, when 
anyone who saw him there would know he was supposed to 
be in class.

It was at that point that the secretary suddenly 
glanced up from her desk. "Can I help you?" she asked, 
giving him a pointed look.

Zane blushed a bit, but he didn't see much point in 
lying. "I was looking for Elizabeth Shale."

"Oh. The principal was able to see her fairly quickly. 
She left a couple of minutes ago." The secretary told 
him, which actually caused him a little surprise. It 
also set his mind in motion.

"Do you know what her punishment was?" he quickly 
asked. He didn't really expect there to be that good a 
chance that she'd know though, so when she offered him 
a shrug he wasn't really surprised. "Alright, thanks." 
He shot at her quickly before closing the door behind 
him and once more taking off down the hall. This time 
he was headed for the parking lot. There was virtually 
no chance of the principal just letting Elizabeth 
return to class after that performance. If she hadn't 
been suspended, she had to have at least been sent 
home, which meant that right about now she'd be headed 
to her car. He just hoped he could reach her before she 
got to it.

As it turned out, he got to her just as she was 
inserting her key into the lock on the driver's side 
door. He'd called out to her when he was about fifty 
yards away to wait up, but she'd just ignored him. As 
he finally came up alongside her, panting from the 
exertion, she just shot a quick glance at him as she 
opened her door. "Go away. I don't want to talk about 
it." She said, her voice slightly choked. She probably 
just thought he was coming to tell her how much he'd 
liked the show or some such, like some of the other 
guys would've done. She had no idea he was the cause of 
it.

He didn't have time to argue about this though, he was 
already going to be late for his next class, and he 
didn't want anyone else in the school noticing that 
he'd conveniently disappeared around the same time 
Elizabeth had left. He'd deal with the others the next 
day, but he wasn't ready for that just yet. "Give me 
your address." He told her firmly, a command. At the 
same time he reached into his pocket to pull out the 
paper and pen he'd had ready there since before class 
even let out. With one hand he held them out to her.

Her head swiveled around, her expression clearly 
conveying that she was about to say something sharp, 
but at the same time her hands were reaching out to 
take the pen and paper from him, and as her body turned 
to press the paper against her car so she could write 
on it, she suddenly looked down at her hands with shock 
written clearly across her features. She just stared 
with her mouth open as she quickly jotted her address 
down on the paper, before turning to offer it and the 
pen back to him. With a smile he took them back, 
tucking them carefully back into his pocket.

"How... Why.." She started, looking thoroughly 
confused, but he cut her off, as he didn't really have 
time for explaining right now.

"Go home, and stay there. I'll be coming by right after 
school. Be ready." He told her, before turning to jog 
back towards the school, leaving her gaping behind him.

***

To his surprise, Elizabeth was actually sitting outside 
her house waiting for him as he drove up. She rose the 
moment he pulled into her driveway, and by the time 
he'd shut off the engine and was opening the driver 
side door, she was right by the car waiting for him.

"What happened in English today..." She started, before 
pausing as she just glared at him. "Did you have 
something to do with that?" she finally demanded.

"Yeah, I suppose I did." Zane told her, smirking. Then 
suddenly her hand flashed out, and he heard the sharp 
crack of her palm striking his cheek at the same time 
as the impact of the blow drove his head to the side, 
pain suddenly radiating from where she struck him. 
Slowly he turned his head back to face her, the smirk 
gone from his face, to be replaced by a glare. 
"Finished?" he asked in a cold, dangerous voice.

In response, her hand suddenly flashed out again, but 
this time he was ready for it, and his own hand shot 
out to catch her arm by the wrist. It was easier then 
he thought it would be to not only grab her arm mid-
motion as fast as it was moving, but to grasp the 
precise part of her arm he'd intended. She glanced at 
her wrist where his hand gripped it, then back to his 
face. 

For a second she just stared at him, then her lower 
lips trembled a bit, and a sudden tear streaked down 
her cheek from her right eye, to be followed soon after 
by an almost identical tear from the left. "Why would 
you do something like that to me? And how? How did you 
make me do it?" she asked pitifully, her voice barely 
more then a whisper.

"It was a test. I had to be sure of just how much 
control I had, if I had any at all." He replied, 
softening his expression a bit. He couldn't blame her 
for reacting the way she had. In her place he might 
have hit him too. "To answer your other questions..." 
He started, but then paused, unsure of how to continue. 
He hadn't really thought out a way to explain how he 
could do what he could do now. "I guess you could say 
that, I can do magic." He told her, offering a little 
shrug. "I don't know what else to call it."

"Magic?" she said scornfully, her voice strengthening a 
bit as her free hand moved up to brush the tears from 
her eyes. "You're kidding, right?"

Idly he released her wrist, before just pointing at the 
ground. "Kneel." He told her firmly. Immediately she 
dropped to her knees, a horrified expression beginning 
to spread over her face within seconds of her knees 
touching the ground. "If you'd like to call my ability 
to force you to obey me something other then magic, I'm 
open to suggestion." He told her, a smirk once more 
beginning to work it's way over his face.

"I didn't hear you ordering me around in class today. 
How did you do that?" she questioned, the fire having 
left her voice. Then, with a quick glance down, and an 
increasingly frustrated look, she added. "And can I get 
up now? Please?"

Zane guessed his order to kneel must have not only 
driven her to her knees, but stuck around to keep her 
there. "Sure, you can stand if you like." He told her, 
before moving on to her first question. "As for English 
class, I... Uhm... I sorta used a voodoo doll for 
that."

"Oh..." She said, as she rose to her feet, her voice 
flat. "A voodoo doll... Of course. Why didn't I think 
of that?" she asked sarcastically.

"To be honest, you can be as skeptical as you like." 
Zane told her, offering a little shrug. "It's not like 
it matters what you think of how I managed to do it. 
The fact is I did it, whether you want to believe what 
I tell you of the how is irrelevant. The only fact you 
need to worry about is that from now on you're going to 
be unable to stop yourself from obeying me whenever I 
give you an order. Now, take me inside to your room. We 
can continue this discussion there, if you like."

With a quick glare at him, Elizabeth turned to lead him 
to her front door. Quickly pushing it open, she stepped 
inside, holding it open for him as he strode in as 
well. The entryway was split into a set of stairs going 
up to the second story on the left, and a hallway 
continuing along the first floor on the right. Closing 
the front door behind them, Elizabeth took the stairs, 
climbing them two at a time and leaving Zane to follow 
in her wake. 

As they both crested the top of the stairs and stepped 
into the upper hallway, Elizabeth just turned to the 
first door on the left, quickly opening it and stepping 
through. Zane followed into what was quite obviously 
her bedroom. Even if he hadn't already known that's 
what it was, the teddy bears would've given it away.

It was a fairly spacious room. What looked like a 
queen-size bed rested in the center on the far side of 
the room, the image of the dark blue sheets and pillows 
kinda thrown off by the four stuffed bears resting 
against the pillows. Two pink ones, a white one, and a 
green one. 

"Cute." Zane commented in an amused tone. Elizabeth was 
already hurrying over to the bed, where she promptly 
scooped the bears up into her arms and turned to set 
them down on the middle shelf of a large bookcase with 
about a dozen other stuffed bears. The shelf just above 
contained about as many stuffed animals of other 
species. Only the top and bottom shelves actually had 
books on them.

"I swear, if you make fun of me for these, I'll..." She 
turned, gesturing sharply with one finger before she 
suddenly paused. Apparently she'd forgotten for a 
second just who she was talking to, and the limitations 
of what she might actually be able to safely get away 
with against him. "Do something really bad." She 
finally finished, crossing her arms over her chest as 
she glared at him.

Zane just tried his best to smile as gently as he 
could. "Why would I make fun of you for those? Like I 
said, they're cute. The penguin especially." He told 
her, pointing to one of the animals on the upper shelf. 
"I don't really keep any myself, but I still like 
stuffed animals. They're nice." He told her, giving a 
little shrug as he made his way over to her bed, before 
flopping down onto the covers. Stretching out on his 
stomach, he just looked up at her.

"Make yourself at home." She shot at him sarcastically. 
Then her expression changed a bit, and she glanced at 
the stuffed animals once before looking back at him. 
"You really don't think they're dumb, or anything? Mark 
always told me I was just being stupid in keeping 
them."

"Really, they're nice." He told her, his smile widening 
a little. She actually seemed to brighten a bit, until 
he added "Mark's just an asshole." At which point she 
resumed glaring at him. Admittedly Zane hadn't been 
around the guy a great deal over the past couple years, 
but he could still make that statement with a 
reasonable certainty.

"Look... I'm willing to admit that you've somehow got 
some kind of control over me." She finally said several 
seconds later, taking a step closer to the bed. 
"Whether it's magic or whatever... So, I'm not going to 
fight it. If you want, I'll give you a day or two where 
we can just hang out and do whatever you want. Movies, 
dinner, games, whatever. I could even give you a 
massage if you want, I'm pretty good at those. 

"Hell, I'll even rub your feet if that's the sort of 
thing you're into, just... Don't force me to take off 
any of my clothes again, and don't ask for anything 
sexual, ok? And after the couple days, we both go our 
separate ways, no problems. I won't tell anyone about 
what happened if you don't." She told him. Apparently 
her solution to the situation was to try to bribe him 
with lesser things to keep him from trying to take the 
bigger ones.

"I believe the analogy for this situation is that 
you're trying to pay me with my own money." He replied 
in a calm, easy tone. "The fact is you're already going 
to do whatever I want you to. And it's going to last 
longer then a couple days too. And if I decide I want 
you to take off your clothes and do something sexual 
with me, then you will. If I don't, you won't. It's 
that simple. You don't get a say in the matter."

"Look, you bastard." She started angrily. "You can't 
just do stuff like this to people." She looked about 
ready to go on, so he quickly raised one hand to cut 
her off.

"I'm afraid I can. So be very careful about what you 
say next, because if you piss me off things can go a 
lot worse for you." He told her firmly. She looked very 
much like she was considering that for a few seconds, 
but eventually he saw her lips clench slightly, a sour 
expression on her face. She'd surrendered the point, 
even if she didn't like it much. "Good. Now, I know 
your friends call you Elly, but from now on I'm going 
to call you Liz, alright?" he queried.

"Why?" she simply asked in return.

"Because I like Liz better then I like Elly. I don't 
need any more reason then that. Why, do you have a 
problem with being called Liz?" he demanded.

"No. Liz is what my parents call me." The girl told 
him, her arms finally unfolding from her chest, though 
the glare remained.

"Good, it's settled then." Zane said with a renewed 
smile. "Next up. As of now, your relationship with Mark 
is over. You're not going to be dating him anymore. 
From this day forward, you're going to be entirely 
occupied with me."

If the girl's anger has been fading, this was 
sufficient to piss her off again. "Look, you can't 
control my..." She started to say, before she visibly 
ground her teeth and started over, this time in a nicer 
voice. "Please.. Please don't try to control my life. 
If you're going to be forcing me to do stuff, I guess I 
can't stop you... But please don't ruin my life in the 
process." She said in what was obviously as pleasant a 
tone as she could manage at the moment.

"I'm not ruining your life. I'm improving it. Mark is 
bad for you, you just don't know it yet. You'll realize 
I'm right soon enough." Zane replied dismissively. She 
looked about ready to say something sharp again, but he 
cut her off before she could. "You're not going to 
argue with me about this, understand?" he asked 
forcefully.

"I... Yes." She answered in a muted tone, her 
expression showing real frustration. Apparently she 
didn't like being unable to get her mouth to work to 
say the things she was most inclined to say.

"And to tell you the truth, you were right." He said, 
waiting just long enough for the confusion and mingled 
hope to enter her features before continuing. "You 
can't stop me." He told her, smirking. "But I'll make 
you one promise. I'm going to do my absolute best to, 
in the next few minutes, see to it that all your 
worries are put to rest. Ok?"

She looked extremely suspicious of him. He guessed the 
cruel teasing and the taunt hadn't done him any favors 
in gaining her trust. All the same she finally offered 
a slow nod and offered an "Ok." In return.

"Good, now I want you to be silent and listen very 
carefully to what I'm about to tell you." He said. He 
was about to try something he wasn't entirely sure 
would work. He wasn't positive if he could affect 
actual emotions as well, or if he just had physical 
control over her. If what he was about to do worked, it 
would make things a hell of a lot easier on him. 

"From this moment on, you're in love with me. 
Completely in love with me. You love me with all your 
heart. You love me more then your own life. You love me 
more then you've ever loved anything before. You love 
me more then all the things you've previously loved 
combined. I'm everything to you. You never want to stop 
loving me, because it's the most amazing thing you've 
ever felt." He told her steadily. Then, as an 
afterthought, since he wasn't sure if her mind 
recognizing he was done would override his previous 
command. "And you can talk now, if you want."

As he'd been talking, she'd just stared at him. But he 
could see her body start to tremble a little as he'd 
gone on, and finally when he'd stopped she just very 
slowly sat on the edge of the bed. It was enough to 
cause him to rise from his laying position to his knees 
on top of her covers, both curious and excited to see 
if it had worked. For a few seconds more she just 
stared at him, and then very slowly she reached out 
with one hand, her palm moving in to gently caress the 
cheek she'd earlier slapped. "I... I hit you." She 
whispered. "I'm so sorry." And then she started to cry.

It definitely wasn't the reaction he'd expected. But it 
was enough to let him know that unless she'd decided to 
try out her acting skills, then the words he'd spoken 
had worked. Her hands had moved up to cover her face, 
and he could hear her sobbing. Carefully he reached out 
to wrap his arms around her, pulling her body in 
against his and reaching one hand up to the back of her 
head to guide it towards it's shoulder. 

She didn't even need the encouragement, her hands 
dropped away from her face and before he knew it her 
face was buried against his shoulder as she cried, her 
body shaking softly in his arms, her arms moving around 
him as well. "It's ok... Shhhh... It's alright..." He 
tried to say in his most comforting tone, his hands 
beginning to very lightly stroke her back. "It doesn't 
hurt, I'm ok. I forgive you. Just promise never to do 
it again, k?" He murmured softly.

Tearfully she lifted her head just enough to look at 
his face. "I promise. I swear... I'll never hurt you 
again... Never..." She whispered, before collapsing 
back into sobbing against his shoulder. He had to hold 
her and stroke her back for a couple minutes more, 
making soothing noises all the while, before she 
finally started to calm. Even after her tears were 
gone, though, she clung to him, her arms wrapped 
tightly around him. "You don't hate me?" she finally 
murmured into his shoulder, her words muffled somewhat, 
but still distinguishable.

Just the same, he slid his hands down to her waist and 
lightly pulled her away from him so he could stare at 
her face. Reaching up with one hand, he very gently 
stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingers. "I 
could never hate you, Liz. I love you." The last words 
were of course a lie, but if it had really worked and 
she was in love with him, they were words she'd want to 
hear.

"Really?" she asked in a quiet voice, her hope plain on 
her face. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, I mean it. How could I not, as cute as you are?" 
He murmured, bringing his hand around from her cheek so 
he could give the tip of her nose a very light tap with 
one finger before letting his hand return to her waist.

Even though her eyes were still red from her crying, 
the radiant smile that broke over her face made her 
look beautiful despite that. "I love you so much." She 
said as she stared into his eyes. "I don't care why I 
love you. I know I love you because you said I should 
but... It doesn't matter to me. I just know I love you, 
and whatever it took to make me love you, I'm glad for 
it."

"What about Mark?" Zane asked in a soft tone. "You 
don't mind my not wanting you to date him anymore?"

Vigorously she shook her head, seemingly in a hurry to 
reassure him that he had no competition. "It's you I 
want, not him. He doesn't mean anything to me. I 
promise, I'll never see him again. I just want to be 
with you."

Smiling, he just stared into her eyes for a few more 
seconds before tilting his head in to very lightly 
press his lips against hers. She closed her eyes first, 
but he followed suit shortly. The kiss remained light, 
almost innocent in a way. Neither of them seemed 
inclined to turn it firmer or more aggressive. After 
several long seconds of holding it, just enjoying the 
sensation, Zane finally pulled his head back, lifting 
his lips away from hers. When she opened her eyes once 
more, an almost silly smile spread over her face, and 
she blushed a little. "Would you do anything for me, 
Liz?" Zane finally murmured.

The smile was still on her face as she moved back in to 
slide her arms around him again, pressing her body 
against his. "I'd do anything to make you happy. 
Anything at all. All you have to do is ask, Zane." That 
was when her cell phone rang.

With a slight feeling of annoyance, Zane caught her by 
the arm as she started to turn towards it. "That might 
be Mark. I'm sure he heard about what happened in 
school, so he's probably calling to find out about it. 
Tell him you're feeling really messed up today. You 
don't know why you did it. If he asks if he can come 
over, tell him no. But do not tell him about me, or 
that you're breaking up with him. Not yet. That can 
wait 'till tomorrow." He told her calmly. "K?"

He'd spoken fast, but the phone had been ringing the 
entire time, so by the time she nodded and he released 
her arm, the phone was on the seventh ring when she 
grabbed it and clicked it on. "Hello?" she said into 
the receiver.

There was a pause and then. "Hey Mark. Yeah, it 
happened, but I honestly don't know why I did it. I 
think I took something that really messed my head up." 
She said, which immediately set Zane to wondering, but 
she was already going on. There was another pause as 
Mark must've said something back, and then Liz went on. 
"I'm not feeling as messed up now, but I'm still not 
feeling so good. You don't need to worry though, I 
don't think I'll be doing anything like that again 
anytime soon."

Again there was a pause, longer this time, before Liz 
replied to whatever was said with. "No, the principal 
already contacted my parents about it. And Lauren will 
be home soon. If she saw anyone else around the house 
and told my parents about it, I doubt I'd get out of 
this house again before my eighteenth birthday. No, 
we'll get together later sometime, after I've had a few 
days to work on settling them down a bit first, k?"

Zane's mind was steadily working through things. The 
mention of Liz's parents and a Lauren, who Zane assumed 
must be a sister, caused things to occur to Zane that 
he hadn't thought of before. He was so busy puzzling 
them out that he barely even caught Liz finishing the 
phone conversation with "Alright, talk to you later." 
But he did take notice as she hit the button to turn it 
off before closing the phone.

"Two questions. Did the principal really call your 
parents? And is Lauren your sister?" Zane asked the 
moment she'd set the phone down.

"No, he didn't even suspend me. He said he knew it'd be 
highly embarrassing for me for my parents to find out, 
so he made me promise not to do it again. Once I had he 
just sent me home for the rest of the day for, and I 
quote, 'Violation of the school dress-code'." Liz said, 
cracking a smile as she turned back towards him. "And 
yeah, Lauren is my sister. She's thirteen, so she 
doesn't go to our school." Liz explained as she climbed 
back up onto the bed.

Zane just gave a little nod. "And your excuse was that 
you'd taken something that messed you up. Taken 
something. So you and Mark have been doing drugs, 
then?" he queried with a disapproving look.

She actually blushed, lowering her eyes a bit as she 
answered. "Yeah, kinda regularly."

"From now on, if you want to be with me, you're not 
going to be doing that stuff anymore. Understand?" he 
asked softly.

"Yeah, and it's not a problem. I'll never do them 
again, I promise." She told him earnestly, reaching out 
to clasp one of his hands in both of hers. "So long as 
I have you, nothing else matters."

"So Lauren will really be home fairly soon?" Zane 
asked, still thinking a bit.

"Yeah, she should get home any time now, why?" Liz 
asked, looking slightly puzzled as she watched him.

"How good would you say you are at talking your sister 
into things?" Zane asked her, the beginnings of a smile 
on his face.

"Usually? Not very." Liz told him, still looking a 
little confused. "But Lauren owes me a few large favors 
I never called in, and she usually keeps her word. If I 
needed to, I could probably use those to get her to do 
something I needed her to do."

"Well, I was thinking of something you could do for me, 
something to prove your love for me. Something to show 
me once and for all that you're putting Mark and all 
the stuff that went on in your relationship with him 
behind you, and devoting yourself totally to me." Zane 
told her slyly.

"And... It has to do with Lauren?" Liz murmured, her 
eyes widening with the realization of what he was 
implying.

"Yes, but first, there's something else we have to do. 
All the love you feel for me right now, is gone. You 
don't love me any longer." He told her, watching her 
very carefully to see what her reaction would be.

Her expression, though, was unreadable. He couldn't get 
a hint of what she was feeling. When she finally spoke, 
it was in a whisper. "Why did you do that?"

"Make you love me?" Zane asked, offering a shrug. "I 
have my reasons."

"No." Liz whispered, shaking her head. "Why did you 
make me stop loving you?"

Zane sat back on his heels, surprised. It wasn't quite 
the sort of thing he'd expected to hear her say. "I was 
testing something, your reaction mostly. I didn't know 
'till today the extent of the control I had over your 
emotions. Having given you love, I needed to see how 
you'd handle having it taken away." He told her. Not 
mentioning the fact that it was because his control 
would eventually wear off in a month and a half or so 
and he wanted to have some idea of what she'd do at 
that point.

"Well, I'm not handling it that well." She said, her 
voice louder but almost cracking. "Please, you don't 
know how this feels. For those moments I felt... I felt 
happy. Truly happy. Just loving you was enough to make 
all the rest of the problems in my life seem trivial by 
comparison. It gave me hope. It gave me.. Meaning." She 
said, looking at him with pleading eyes. "To have that 
taken away... Please, I don't care that it's not real. 
I don't care how you're doing it. Just make me love you 
again.. Make me feel that way again."

"Even if it might mean that I'd be doing something with 
Lauren as well as you? Even if it might mean I might 
make you do things with Lauren?" Zane asked, still 
watching her carefully.

Liz just took a deep breath before speaking. "If that's 
what it takes... Then so be it. Just please, do it now. 
Don't make me feel like this anymore." She begged, and 
he could see definite pain in her expression. It 
worried him somewhat, that she actually seemed to act 
addicted to the feeling he'd given her. But he could 
figure out a way to neutralize that before his control 
eventually wore out.

He stared straight into her eyes as he spoke the 
commands. "You love me as much as you ever did. You 
love me even more then that. You love me more then you 
ever imagined you could love a person." He said 
solemnly but commandingly. Almost immediately he could 
see something a lot like relief spread over her 
expression, and then suddenly she was smiling, and 
before he could react she'd flung her arms around him.

"Thank you." She whispered in his ear. "I promise you 
won't regret it. I'll make you happy, I know I will." 
She told him before pressing her face against his neck.

"Good, 'cause I already know something you could do to 
make me happy. When Lauren gets here, you're going to 
call in all the favors she owes you. You're going to 
have her join us in a little threesome, and we'll all 
have some fun. Alright?" he asked with a grin.

"Whatever you want." Lauren murmured in a happy tone, 
nuzzling his neck.

They actually had to wait another six or seven minutes 
before they heard Lauren's footsteps climbing the 
stairs and starting to move down the hallway. Liz just 
pulled back to glance towards the door, and Zane simply 
smiled and gave the girl a little nod. "She's your 
sister, and it's your job to convince her. Get to 
work." Taking a deep breath, Liz just nodded in return 
and rose to her feet, turning to stride out of the 
room. He could hear her moving down the hall in the 
direction the other footsteps had taken.

It took another ten minutes or so before Liz finally 
came back into the room, a younger girl trailing behind 
her. Lauren was an obvious bleached blonde, though she 
shared a very similar facial structure to her sister. 
They had the same dark eyes, too. Lauren was only about 
an inch shorter then her older sister, though, and her 
tits already seemed of a size with Liz's.

"That's him?" Lauren asked, taking one glance at Zane 
before turning her attention to her sister. "You're 
breaking up with Mark for him?"

To be honest, Zane felt somewhat insulted. It's not 
like he was bad looking or anything. Alright, he wasn't 
great looking, but he was at least semi-good looking. 
His lack of popularity had never been on account of 
looks. No, his being a loner and a bit of a nerd had 
been more then sufficient to take care of that. He 
perked up quite a bit though when Liz spoke. "Don't 
even start." She shot at her sister, glaring at the 
younger girl. "I don't care how hot you think Mark is. 
He's a jerk, and I don't want to hear about this 
anymore. I don't want to be with him, and that's final. 
Zane means a hell of a lot more to me then Mark ever 
did."

"Whatever." Lauren said, shaking her head. "Still, you 
want me to have sex with this guy? I mean, Mark would 
be one thing, but this guy's no Mark. And it's not like 
I've had sex with enough guys for something like this 
to be meaningless to me, Elly." The girl went on, 
referring to Liz by the name most of the people at 
school used. Zane guessed Lauren was different from 
Liz's parents in that regard.

Liz shot a quick glance at him, then without him saying 
anything she turned back to her sister. "Lauren, do you 
think you could just call me Liz from now on?"

Lauren just gave her sister a long look, then she shot 
an incredulous glance over at Zane, like she knew this 
was somehow his fault but she had no idea how he'd 
gained that much influence over her sister in so short 
a period. Just the same, she eventually shrugged her 
shoulders, seeming to give up. "Whatever." She repeated 
in a dull tone.

"And yeah, I know you haven't had sex with many guys. 
But your not a virgin either. I know for a fact that 
you had sex with Ryan... What's-his-face." Liz finished 
after a short pause, apparently unable to remember the 
guy's last name.

"Cumberland. His name was Ryan Cumberland." Lauren 
corrected her sister. "And he's the only guy I've had 
sex with. I wasn't exactly planning on having my second 
be because my sister actually came into my room and 
said I needed to repay the favors I owed her by 
screwing her new boyfriend."

"No, you'd just have rather had sex with my old 
boyfriend." Liz shot back, looking somewhat annoyed.

Her statement seemed to annoy Lauren as well, because 
the words "Shut up!" were the first words out of the 
girl's mouth.

"Look. You owe me, big time." Liz told her sister flat-
out. "I'm letting you wipe the entire slate clean in 
one afternoon. So stop bitching about it."

Once more Lauren stared at her sister for a long 
moment, before finally she again shook her head, a sour 
expression still on her face as she turned to Zane. 
"Fine. You want me to just strip right now?" she asked 
in an annoyed tone.

Zane just tossed a smile at Liz before responding to 
Lauren. Reaching out to pat the bed near him, he let 
his eyes shift back and forth between them. "Both of 
you." He said, just to make sure it was clear.

Liz didn't even hesitate. Her face lit up and she 
almost rushed to the bed, a big smile on her face as 
she climbed onto the bed and moved to the spot he'd 
indicated. Lauren took a bit more time, but finally 
grudgingly she made her way over and onto the bed. 
Settling down beside her sister, the annoyance was 
still on her face, but Zane could read something behind 
it, much better hidden. 

The girl was nervous. Very nervous, if he was any 
judge. It looked like she'd actually been honest about 
her lack of experience. The whole argumentative thing 
might've even simply been a facade to cover her 
nervousness. Then again, it could've been quite real, 
and simply a convenient bonus that it happened to work 
as a cover too.

"Now, kiss." Zane told them, his smile turning quite 
sly.

Liz turned towards her sister without the slightest 
hesitation, but Lauren was glancing back and forth 
between them at a rapid speed. "You mean.. Each other?" 
Lauren demanded incredulously, pulling back from Liz a 
bit and looking at Zane like he was insane.

"Yeah, so she's your sister, so what? Liz, could you 
help me out here?" Zane said, giving the older girl a 
look.

"Lauren, I told you to stop bitching, alright?" Liz 
told her sister, reaching up to brush some of her own 
hair back with one hand. "You need to make a decision 
right now. Do you want to pay off the favors, or not? 
Because if not, the moment they get home I'll be happy 
to tell our parents about the episode with Aunt 
Sharon's car. And that's just for starters. If you're 
not going to hold up your end of the bargain, there's 
no reason for me to hold up mine."

Lauren just glared at Liz. "I could tell them about 
this, too. How you tried to get me to have sex with 
your boyfriend. How you tried to force me to make out 
with you."

"Oh yeah?" Liz asked, just smirking at the younger 
girl. "If you honestly think they'll believe that, go 
ahead. Because I can promise you right now if you go to 
them with a story like that they'll take my word over 
yours. So I'll say it again. It's your choice. Are you 
going to repay the debts, or not?"

Lauren didn't even respond. She just got a really angry 
expression on her face before suddenly reaching out to 
seize Liz's shoulders in both hands. In the next second 
Lauren had mashed her lips against Liz's, hard. So hard 
it looked like she was trying to force their lips to 
somehow meld together. Liz's eyes widened, and she 
wasn't given a chance to respond. Lauren held the kiss 
for maybe three or four seconds before suddenly pulling 
back, tossing a sideways glance at him. "Happy now?" 
she demanded of Zane.

"That's not exactly what I had in mind, and I think you 
know it. Liz?" he prompted, smiling. The older girl 
just offered him a smile in return before she tilted 
her head in. Lauren was watching her apprehensively, 
but didn't resist as Liz initiated the kiss this time. 
And it was definitely much softer with Liz in control. 

Zane could see the girl's lips working against her 
younger sister's, and then after a little he glimpsed 
her tongue suddenly flash out of her mouth to gently 
probe between Lauren's. Lauren resisted though, 
clenching her lips tightly shut. Pulling back a few 
inches, Liz just gave her younger sister a look. Lauren 
stared right back at her for a good fifteen seconds or 
so, but finally she let out a soft sigh and closed her 
eyes, parting her lips.

Zane could see Liz's tongue slip into Lauren's mouth as 
the girl's lips once more pressed against each other. 
He couldn't see much more except for the occasional 
flash of tongue here and there as their lips moved 
against each other, but just the sight of the sisters 
kissing was perversely erotic for him. 

Zane was actually quite happy when Liz suddenly took 
the initiative and moved her right hand up to cup 
Lauren's left breast, the other girl's eyes suddenly 
flashing open as Liz's fingers began to slide over the 
flesh of her breast through the cloth of her shirt, but 
after a few seconds Lauren's eyelids slowly closed 
again.

It was only a few seconds later that Liz's head pulled 
back once more, her hand moving away from Lauren's 
breast. By the time Lauren's eyes opened, though, Liz's 
hands had already reached the hem of the younger girl's 
shirt. As the shirt was slowly drawn up her body, Zane 
could once more see the nervousness hidden in Lauren's 
expression, but this time she didn't resist, she just 
slowly raised her arms. 

It quickly became apparent that Lauren wasn't wearing a 
bra, but then she didn't need one. Her firm young tits 
stood out proudly without even the slightest hint of 
sag. Liz drew the shirt up over the girl's head along 
her arms and off before tossing it to the side, a deep 
blush spreading through Lauren's cheeks as she sat 
there. Then, with a quick smile flashed at Zane, Liz 
suddenly leaned down.

Lauren emitted a soft gasp as her older sister took her 
right nipple into her mouth. Her eyes went wide and her 
blush actually faded a bit with her surprise. Zane 
moved a bit closer so he could get a better view of Liz 
sucking her sister's nipple, her lips locked around the 
nubbin of flesh. 

Lauren's eyes shifted to him as he moved alongside her, 
and on impulse Zane tilted his head in, pressing his 
lips up against hers. Lauren seemed a bit more 
receptive to his kiss then she'd been to her sister's, 
almost immediately her lips parted and her tongue 
actually slid into his mouth. He was surprised by her 
taking control of the kiss, but he was careful not to 
show it, his tongue delivering a couple quick licks to 
the underside of Lauren's before he began to ever so 
gently suck on her tongue.

He could hear a little moan emit from deep within 
Lauren's throat, but he ignored it, letting up on his 
suction a few seconds later to resume playing with her 
tongue with his own. She worked her tongue in return 
against his, creating a miniature duel inside his 
mouth, even though she was obviously the less 
experienced of the two of them. 

Finally he let his lips part from hers, giving the tip 
of her tongue one last soft suck before he let it slide 
from his mouth. Only as he pulled his head back and 
glanced down did he see what had caused Lauren's moan. 
Liz was still sucking her younger sister's nipple, but 
she'd advanced things a step farther. She already had 
her hand down Lauren's skirt, and from the visible 
movements beneath the cloth, Zane had a pretty good 
idea of what she was doing.

Zane just grinned as he reached down to start stripping 
off his own shirt. He could hear Lauren emitting a 
couple soft gasps even as he was stripping the cloth 
over his head, and as he tossed it to the side he could 
see Lauren's eyes fix on his body. The hint of 
admiration he saw in her eyes caused a spark of 
pleasure to run through him. He wasn't nearly as well 
built as Mark, he was sure, but he wasn't flabby by any 
means. He worked out on occasion, and it was enough to 
tone his body a bit. He also shaved his chest, stomach, 
and pubic hair on a regular basis.

"Get her skirt off." Zane told Liz, not bothering to 
pay attention after that but focusing on unbuttoning 
and unzipping his own pants before quickly laying back 
to begin working them over his legs and off. Kicking 
them to the side, he shucked his boxers off just as 
quickly before sending them flying after his jeans. By 
the time he rose back up, Liz already had Lauren out of 
her skirt and panties. Zane's eyes immediately fixed on 
the light patch of pubic hair sparsely covering the 
young girl's cunt. If he hadn't already been hard from 
the sight of Liz working on Lauren a moment before, 
Zane was sure the image of the sweet teen pussy before 
him would've been enough to give him an instant hard-
on.

Hard, his cock was just under seven inches long and two 
or so inches thick. He could see Liz and Lauren's eyes 
both fix on his cock, and Liz even visibly licked her 
lips. He supposed it wasn't the nicest thing in the 
world to do to one's new girlfriend when you fucked her 
sister before you even fucked her, but such was life. 
He'd just make it up to her later.

"Lauren, lay on your back over there." He told the 
girl, pointing to the center of the bed near the 
pillows, before moving over slightly himself to give 
her room. "Liz, strip." The older girl practically 
rushed to obey. It only took her perhaps twenty seconds 
to get her clothes off, and there was almost a shyness 
to the smile she gave him when she saw him looking at 
her body after. 

Liz was definitely more athletic then her sister. Not 
that Lauren was overweight or anything, but Liz's 
cheerleading had definitely given her a tight and even 
somewhat muscular body. Her breasts weren't quite as 
pert as her younger sister's, but they were ever so 
slightly bigger, and the lips of her pussy were a bit 
larger, her mound slightly more pronounced. Not for a 
second did Zane regret his decision of who to bring 
under his power.

By the time Zane looked back over, Lauren was on her 
back, staring at him with a nervous expression on her 
face. Her legs were a bit too close together for his 
liking. "Liz? Spread her open for me, would you?" he 
murmured softly. Lauren's eyes widened slightly, but 
she didn't object, and within seconds Liz was kneeling 
beside her. Leaning in, Liz grasped the girl's knees 
and slowly spread her legs apart, revealing her younger 
sister's tight little pussy once more to his gaze. Then 
Liz took it a step further, her right hand leaving the 
girl's knee and moving in, her index and middle fingers 
laying themselves on the lips of Lauren's pussy, gently 
spreading them open to display the pink gash within.

Still grinning, Zane moved between Lauren's legs, 
positioning himself until his hard cock was barely an 
inch away from the girl's pussy. This time the girl's 
nervousness was clear on her face as she stared between 
her legs at the hard rod that would soon be buried 
inside her. "Liz, lick the poor girl's clit, make sure 
she enjoys this as much as she can." He told the other 
girl. For the first time Liz hesitated, but only for a 
second. 

Taking a deep breath, she leaned in, her right hand 
moving slightly to the side as her other hand moved in, 
so she could spread the lips of the girl's pussy open 
with one finger from each side instead of just using 
one hand alone, making her clit more accessible. 
Extending her tongue, Liz very slowly ran the tip of 
the warm muscle over the girl's clit. Zane heard Lauren 
even a soft gasp as Liz's tongue made contact, and then 
a little moan as Lauren delivered a second stronger 
lick.

Reaching down, he grasped the base of his cock, moving 
his hips a bit forward as he guided it in. He could see 
Liz's eyes fix on the sight of the head of his cock 
suddenly being positioned against the entrance of her 
younger sister's cunt, and her tongue actually seemed 
to speed up over the girl's button, licking it with 
quick little strokes. 

Zane could feel the girl's wetness along the head of 
his cock, so Lauren was definitely getting something 
out of Liz's attention, even if it was coming from her 
sister. Pressing his hips firmly forward, he could feel 
the thirteen year-old's cunt stretch open as the head 
of his cock slipped into her. He could hear Lauren emit 
a much louder gasp as he began to sink inch after inch 
of his hard staff into her tight little hole.

Releasing the base of his stick, he pressed the last 
couple inches of his stiff rod into her hot wet pussy, 
his balls coming to rest against her ass as he just 
held there for a moment, enjoying the feel of having 
his cock balls-deep inside his new girlfriend's 
thirteen year-old sister. Zane had had sex with a 
couple girls before, but Lauren was by far the tightest 
of the bunch, her sweet little cunt was like a velvet 
glove custom-fitted to his cock. 

He continued to enjoy the sight of Liz's tongue sliding 
smoothly back and forth over her sister's clit for a 
few seconds before he finally began to move his hips, 
easing his hard cock slowly out of the young girl's 
hole, his hard shaft glistening in the light with her 
juices as more and more of it reappeared out of her, 
until just the head remained inside her. Then with one 
firm push, he sank his hard dick smoothly back into her 
tight teen cunt in one long steady stroke, a long moan 
emitting from Lauren with the combined sensation of his 
cock and her sister's tongue.

Within seconds Zane had established a steady pace of 
sawing his rigid shaft in and out of Lauren's tight 
cunt. Occasionally on an outstroke Liz would suddenly 
move her head forward and down just enough for her 
tongue to suddenly brush over the shaft of his cock 
where it entered her sister's hole before jerking her 
head back up just before his instroke, a sly smile on 
her face each time she returned to lapping at her 
younger sister's stiff nubbin. It gave Zane a sudden 
idea, and Lauren's moaning had increased to once every 
few seconds, so he thought she might actually be far 
gone enough for it to work. Slowing his pumping but not 
quite stopping, Zane just smiled as he spoke, "Liz? Why 
don't you straddle Lauren's face? That way while you're 
licking her you can get something out of it too."

Almost immediately Lauren started to back up against 
the headboard, and Zane had to grab her legs to hold 
her in place. "No! No way!" Lauren was saying as she 
looked quickly back and forth between the two of them.

Maintaining a slow but steady pace of pumping his hard 
stick in and out of her pussy all the while, Zane just 
smiled at the girl. "What, you have an objection 
because it's your sister? The same sister who's been 
licking you for the past couple minutes? I didn't hear 
you objecting when you were the one getting tongued. 
She licked you, now you can return the favor, it's as 
simple as that. If you have a problem with her being 
your sister or with her being a girl, then you can feel 
free to voice those objections after we're all done." 
Zane told the girl firmly, punctuating his statement 
with a couple hard thrusts of his cock deep inside her.

If Lauren had anything more to say, she didn't get a 
chance to speak it. Even while he was talking Liz had 
pinned her sister's arms to the bed and maneuvered her 
crotch over her sister's face before settling her cunt 
down right against Lauren's mouth. Liz just stared into 
his eyes as she ground her pussy back and forth over 
her sister's lips. After a few seconds she let out a 
sudden moan, before just grinning and nodding at him to 
show that Lauren's tongue had finally gotten to work. 
Releasing the younger girl's arms, Liz leaned back in 
to resume lapping at her sister's clit, her own hips 
continuing to grind her pussy against Lauren's mouth 
despite the reciprocated tonguing.

Continuing to hold onto Lauren's legs for better 
balance, Zane finally picked the pace of his hips back 
up considerably, screwing his stiff rod deeply in and 
out of the thirteen year-old cunt before him hard and 
fast. The tightness of her young hole was amazing 
around his cock, and he could see the girl's juices 
dripping from the spot where his dick joined them down 
over his balls as well as over her ass. Regardless of 
what she might say, having Zane and her sister use her 
like this was turning Lauren on to an extreme.

Pounding his hard staff back and forth inside the young 
girl as fast as he could move his hips, it was only a 
minute more of the combined sensation of his fucking 
and Liz's licking before he finally felt Lauren's tight 
cunt begin to convulse around his cock as she came. The 
feeling of her already tight hole contracting around 
his dick was squeezing him almost to the point of 
discomfort, but it was still an exhilarating 
experience. Lauren was making quite a bit of noise, but 
most of it was muffled against Liz's pussy, so if any 
of it was words Zane couldn't understand them. Liz 
issued a sudden moan though, so he assumed the 
attempted sound must be causing some kind of vibration 
against her cunt, and almost immediately he could see 
her redouble her efforts in attacking Lauren's clit 
with her tongue.

It took a good twenty seconds or so before Lauren 
finally began to calm, the contractions of her pussy 
around his cock coming to a halt, and her noises 
gradually quieting. With a grin he very slowly drew his 
hard stick out of her pussy, the head slipping free 
with a soft but audible pop, before gesturing to Liz to 
move over beside him. Liz seemed reluctant to move her 
cunt away from her sister's mouth, but after a couple 
more seconds she finally lifted away, moving over to 
kneel beside him facing Lauren. For a moment the 
thirteen year-old girl just lay there, panting, her 
eyes closed. 

Zane could see the glisten of Liz's pussy-juice coating 
Lauren's lips and chin, and it was quite a bit of a 
turn on in and of itself, but still he waited, until 
Lauren finally opened her eyes. Once more she looked 
back and forth between he and Liz for a little, and 
then he could see a sudden smile working it's way 
across her face, and she spoke. "That was the best 
orgasm I've ever had." She told them. Given that she 
was only thirteen and thus hadn't had time to have all 
that many in her life, Zane wasn't as impressed by that 
statement as he otherwise might've been, but he still 
couldn't help but feel pleased with himself.

"Does that mean you'll stop resisting, and go along 
with what I tell you, from now on?" Zane asked the 
girl, arching one eyebrow. Though she blushed a little, 
just the same she nodded, the smile still on her face. 
"Good." Zane told her with a grin. "Liz, lean back a 
bit." He told the older girl, before turning his 
attention back to the younger one. "I want you to prove 
it, then, and eat your sister out like she deserves, 
without needing any more coaxing or anything done for 
you." He informed her in a commanding tone, backing off 
a bit to provide more room. Almost immediately Liz 
leaned back a bit as instructed, before spreading her 
legs to reveal her very wet pussy, a big grin on her 
face.

Very slowly Lauren lifted up onto her hands and knees 
and crawled towards her sister. So long as she obeyed, 
Zane was in no mood to rush her. It still didn't take 
very long until she was positioned between her sister's 
legs, the girl just staring for a few seconds before 
tilting her head down and in. Zane maneuvered himself 
to get a better view as he watched Lauren give her 
older sister's pussy a soft little kiss before pulling 
back just a little and extending her tongue, beginning 
to run her tongue up and down the length of Liz's hot 
slit, tasting her sister's juices. Liz moaned her 
encouragement, reaching out to lay one hand on the back 
of her younger sister's head as the thirteen year-old 
lapped at her pussy.

Lauren actually seemed to be avoiding her sister's clit 
at first, her tongue sliding up and down along her 
sister's slick gash. Once he even saw Lauren's tongue 
suddenly vanish about an inch into Liz's pussy, and the 
younger girl actually seemed to give it a couple quick 
in and out pumps before pulling it back out and 
returning to teasing her. Liz just let out soft 
frustrated moans, her fingers clenching a couple times 
in Lauren's hair but almost immediately releasing both 
times, never pulling or pushing on the girl's head. 

Zane didn't even think Liz noticed as he moved behind 
her, until he reached smoothly around her to cup her 
breasts in his hands while moving his head in to 
deliver a quick lick to the back of her neck. Liz let 
out a gasp, and with his view over her shoulder Zane 
could see Lauren suddenly glance up from her licking to 
see his hands caressing her older sister's tits, his 
fingers teasing her stiff nipples with light pinches 
and occasional flicks of his fingers. Almost 
immediately Lauren suddenly moved her head up a little 
to capture her sister's clit in her mouth. She must've 
found a good combination of sucking and licking too 
because Liz suddenly issued a loud moan.

As Zane began to run his tongue along the side of Liz's 
neck, Liz laid her head back against his shoulder, his 
fingers continuing to tease and torment her nipples. 
Keeping his eyes fixed on the action beyond, though, he 
could see Liz's hand tighten a bit on Lauren's head, 
and he could see her begin to grind her hips up a bit 
at the younger girl's mouth. 

"Oh fuck! Suck me." Liz suddenly panted out, her head 
thrashing a bit against his shoulder as her sister 
sucked on her pleasure button. His pinches and flicks 
of her nipples became a bit harder, and after another 
thirty seconds or so Liz suddenly arched her back, 
letting out a little screech, her hand obviously 
holding her sister's face tightly in place. Her screech 
settled into a few very loud moans, and then finally 
Liz slumped back against him, Zane's hands immediately 
moving from her breasts down to her tummy. Liz's hand 
slowly released, and Lauren lifted her head away, 
licking her lips a couple times before smiling.

"You know, that was actually more fun then I thought it 
would be." Lauren said with an impish look.

"Of course it was." Zane replied, just grinning as he 
lightly stroked Liz's stomach. He was now left the only 
person not to cum, but of course he fully intended to 
remedy that. Once Liz had recovered a bit, he gently 
released her, sliding off the bed and rising to his 
feet before turning to face the bed once more. 
Considering for a second, he finally pointed. 

"Lauren, I want you to bend over the bed here." He 
said, before gesturing to a second spot a little away 
from the first one. "And Liz, I want you to lay on your 
back on the edge of the bed there, beside her." After a 
quick glance at each other, the girls scrambled to 
obey. He had to back up a step as Lauren slipped off 
the bed and rush over, and by the time she'd bent over 
the spot he indicated, Liz had already been in position 
a couple feet away for a few seconds.

Both of the girl's cunts were clearly visible from 
where he was standing, and both looked very inviting. 
He actually took a few seconds to make the tough 
decision, but he finally reasoned that since he'd 
already fucked Lauren, Liz deserved the first turn. As 
he approached her, Liz spread her legs a bit, her right 
leg winding up pressed against her sister's back. 
Grasping the base of his cock, Zane quickly moved in, 
guiding his hard stick to his new girlfriend's hole. 

With one firm shove he felt her pussy stretch open as 
the first few inches of his cock slid into her. 
Releasing the base, Zane pressed his hips smoothly 
forward, sinking the last few inches of his cock into 
Liz's wet cunt in one easy stroke. Liz wasn't nearly as 
tight as her sister, but Zane still loved the feel of 
her slick pussy around his dick. Especially the way she 
looked up at him as he rested there, with his cock 
buried to the hilt inside her. Like her entire life had 
been leading up to that moment.

Staring down into her eyes, Zane began to work his 
hips, plunging his hard cock smoothly back and forth 
inside her. He could feel it as she suddenly wrapped 
her legs around his hips, pulling him deep into her 
with every stroke. It restricted his movement a bit, so 
that he was only able to slide his staff about three 
inches out of her before pounding them back into her 
hot hole, but he didn't care. He could see her gently 
biting her lower lip, but she was still emitting soft 
moans as he screwed his cock back and forth inside her 
slippery cunt. 

Moving his hands to the bed on either side of her to 
support him, Zane finally just closed his eyes so he 
could focus on the sensation of the velvety walls of 
her pussy squeezing his cock as he picked up the pace 
even more, hammering his stiff rod deeply in and out of 
her in short savage thrusts. He could feel his balls 
slapping against her ass with every stroke of his hard 
dick into her young box, and it was all he could do a 
minute later to bring himself to stop.

Quickly reaching down to gently but firmly pull her 
legs away from him, he could see the disappointment in 
Liz's eyes as he slipped his cock smoothly out of her. 
Zane didn't have time to pay attention though, as 
almost immediately he was taking a few steps to the 
side to move in behind Lauren, quickly guiding his cock 
in toward the young teen's pussy. The slickness of the 
girl's cunt, combined with Liz's juices still coating 
his cock, made it quite easy for him to sink his cock 
smoothly into the thirteen year-old. 

Immediately he admired the difference in feel between 
her and her sister. The tightness of Lauren's hole 
around his cock was actually slightly more pleasurable, 
but strangely enough he thought fucking Liz was 
probably a little more enjoyable. Not that fucking 
Lauren wasn't fun, of course, which he once more proved 
by grasping the girl's waist and immediately beginning 
to ram his hard stick back and forth inside her tight 
little slot. It's just that there was something about 
Liz.. Putting it out of his mind though, he once more 
concentrated solely on the feel of a wet pussy around 
his cock.

He could see Lauren's hands clench around the covers of 
the bed as he pounded his rigid shaft in and out of her 
young cunt, her body being pressed firmly against the 
bed every time his hips slammed against hers, his hard 
cock sliding deep into her tight wet tunnel. Out of the 
corner of his eye he could see Liz starting to play 
with her pussy as she watched him fuck her sister, her 
fingers seeming to plunge in and out of her hole in 
time with Zane's cock working in and out of Lauren. 

"Like that Lauren?" Zane demanded as he hammered his 
stiff rod back and forth inside the young girl. The 
only answer he got was a moan, and it seemed to egg him 
on to new heights, speeding up his hips another few 
notches until he was fucking her about as fast as he 
could.

Beside them Liz's fingers were almost flying in and out 
of her pussy, her eyes fixed on the sight of Zane's 
hips pounding against Lauren's, his hard dick sliding 
in and out of the thirteen year-old's cunt hard and 
fast. Zane had never enjoyed a fuck so much in his life 
as he was enjoying screwing the sisters, side-by-side. 
And he hadn't even cum yet. 

He didn't think it would take much longer though, the 
walls of Lauren's tight cunt seemed to squeeze his cock 
with every stroke of his hard shaft deep inside her, 
and the sensation was quickly driving him to the brink. 
After about twenty more seconds of pumping his stiff 
cock in and out of the young girl he realized it wasn't 
gonna take much more and quickly pulled his hips back, 
his dick sliding smoothly out of her.

Immediately he moved back between Liz's legs, the older 
girls hand immediately pulling away from her pussy as 
Zane positioned his cock back against it, the full 
length of his hard shaft sliding swiftly back into her 
slippery cunt in one long stroke. Immediately he 
started fucking her fast and furious, the pleasure 
quickly starting to build inside him. 

The bed was rocking with the force of his thrusts, his 
hips slamming his stiff rod all the way into her hot 
wet hole before sliding it almost all the way out and 
then pounding it right back in. It only took another 
fifteen seconds or so before he finally felt his cock 
jerk inside her, thick jets of his hot cum beginning to 
shoot into his new girlfriend's pussy. His strokes grew 
short and sort of erratic, but he continued to work his 
cock quickly back and forth inside her as more and more 
of his cum sprayed into the girl's hole, before he 
finally began to calm.

Slowly he pulled his deflating cock out of her, having 
to actually pause for a minute to catch his breath. 
After a few seconds he saw Liz sit up, and Lauren 
must've noticed the movement because after she turned 
her head for a better look and saw they were done, she 
shifted around to sit on the edge of the bed herself. 
Liz took it a step farther though, rising to her feet, 
she threw her arms around him, tilting her head in real 
close to whisper in his ear. 

"Told you I'd make you happy." She told him, a content 
smile on her face as she pulled back, before turning to 
look at her sister. Raising her voice back to a normal 
level, she addressed her new target. "Now that wasn't 
so bad, was it?" she asked her younger sister.

"Nope, and now we're even." Lauren said, grinning at 
the both of them as Zane slid his arms around Liz's 
midsection, hugging her gently from behind. "And if you 
were to somehow do something to get me to wind up owing 
you another favor, I think I could be convinced to do 
this again sometime in the near future to pay it back." 
She said, her grin turning sly.

Zane had to resist the urge to chuckle, giving Liz a 
little squeeze as she leaned back against him. "We'll 
see." He told the younger girl, feeling quite content 
himself. If for nothing else then the experience he'd 
just had, it had been worth it to get the power.

***

Sure enough, as expected, Mark came storming down the 
hall towards him after first period the next day. The 
way he was moving told the surrounding crowd that 
something was up, and so there was actually a 
reasonable bit of attention from the rest of the 
students who were loitering as Mark approached. Zane 
had just finished getting stuff out of his locker. 
Wordlessly he pushed the locker door shut and turned to 
face the older boy, keeping his face totally calm.

"You think I'm going to let you mess with my 
girlfriend?" Mark demanded as he came to a halt right 
in front of Zane, looking down at him. Mark had at 
least a four inch, maybe even a five inch height 
advantage.

"It seemed to be her choice. She's the one who decided 
she wanted to be with me over you. If you can't handle 
it that's your problem." Zane shot back. In a way he 
was lying, but he didn't really care. By this time the 
crowd was actually starting to gather around the two of 
them.

"Bullshit. A couple days ago, she barely even knew you 
were alive. Now she's gonna break up with me to start 
dating a nobody like you? Yeah right. I don't know if 
you're blackmailing her, or what, but something is 
definitely up. So here's what's going to happen. You're 
going to leave her alone, avoid her in the halls, and 
not so much as speak another word to her. And since I'm 
such a nice guy, I'm going to forget that you tried to 
pull something." Mark said in a loud, angry tone, 
glaring at Zane all the while.

"That's not your choice to make, asshole." Zane told 
the older boy coldly. At those words he could see a 
dangerous look enter Mark's eyes, but he wasn't done 
yet. "She decided that she wants to be with me, and 
that's her choice to make. You don't control her life. 
But I'll tell you what. Since you seem to be so bent 
out of shape over it, why don't we settle this after 
school, just between us? Doing anything in the halls 
now would just get us both suspended. So this can wait 
'till later. You've got football practice, right? So 
fine, after practice, in the lot across the street from 
the school. Then we settle this."

Mark's eyes widened a bit in shock during the first 
part of Zane's speech, as if he couldn't believe that 
the younger boy was actually challenging him to a 
fight. By the time Zane finished talking, though, Mark 
was openly grinning. "Absolutely. After practice in the 
lot across the street. Just make sure your ass is 
there. Wouldn't want the entire school to know you'd 
chickened out."

Zane just grinned himself, even though he was in pain. 
He'd bitten down on his tongue while Mark had been 
talking. Bitten hard enough to draw blood. Reaching 
down to grab his bag and heft it up over his shoulder, 
Zane started to walk past the other boy. As he did 
though, he quickly reached up to his mouth with one 
hand, parting his lips just enough so that he could 
quickly dab some of the blood off on his fingers. As he 
was stepping by Mark he reached out both fingers to 
quickly smear the blood over the sleeve of Mark's shirt 
on his right arm, whispering as he did. "Daka ssierek 
tah." He could feel the energy surging through him, 
into the blood. It didn't matter that it had touched 
cloth and not flesh. The effect would be the same. Zane 
felt suddenly drained, but just the same he kept 
walking.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Mark recoil, 
looking with amazement down at the stain on his shirt. 
And then the other boy was out of Zane's range of 
vision, but just the same he called out over his 
shoulder. "I'll be waiting in the lot, if you've got 
the guts to show."

***

The school had it's own football field, and Zane was 
sitting in the bleachers, along with a number of other 
kids. There were at least a few dozen gathered on the 
bleachers. Zane had the strong impression that the 
football team didn't usually get this many people 
interested in observing it's practices, especially 
since the team's record wasn't that good. Nope, people 
had stuck around because word had spread, and they 
wanted to see the ensuing fight they expected between 
Zane and Mark. 

Every now and then he'd hear some of them whispering to 
each other, but he wasn't really bothering to listen to 
what was being said. He knew word of his smearing blood 
on Mark's shirt had gotten around, but there hadn't 
seemed to be a real consensus among the other students 
on how to view it yet. Whether it was just the weird 
action of a freak, or whether it was actually an 
insulting sort of challenge of some kind.

Liz was certainly worried about him. She'd approached 
him before the cheerleading squad had started it's 
practices to plead with him not to fight. She was 
worried that he'd wind up getting hurt. Even having 
seen what he'd been able to do to her, it apparently 
hadn't occurred to her that he now had much better 
means of ensuring that in such a confrontation he was 
bound to come out on top. He'd promised her that he'd 
come out of the whole thing without so much as a 
scratch, and though that hadn't seemed to assuage her 
fears much, he'd refused to talk about it any further, 
so she'd reluctantly moved on to practice. He could see 
her even now going through the routines with the rest 
of the squad. Occasionally she'd toss a glance his way, 
but for the most part he kept his attention fixed on 
the football practice.

Surprisingly, Mark seemed to be one of the better 
players on the team, Zane had never known that. But 
then, he'd never paid much attention to the school's 
football team before. He actually had to wait about two 
thirds of the way through practice before it happened. 
Zane thought he might have gotten some kind of odd 
feeling right before it happened, but nope. The play 
seemed not much different from any other at first. The 
ball got snapped to the quarterback, and Mark took off 
down the field.

The offensive line was blocking well, so Mark actually 
made it about twenty yards down the field before he 
suddenly turned and stopped. The cornerback who'd been 
guarding him went another few yards further on before 
he seemed to realize what had happened, and by that 
time the ball was already in the air. The cornerback 
quickly turned to rush back, but it was obvious the 
ball would get there first. The ball had been thrown 
high, so Mark jumped into the air to catch it. He had 
just gotten his hands firmly on the ball when the 
cornerback hit him.

There had been a couple light cheers from the crowd at 
the catch, especially when Mark hung onto the ball, 
despite the force he'd been hit with. The cornerback's 
tackle slammed him to the ground hard, but still he 
seemed to keep his grip. As the cornerback climbed to 
his feet and reached down a hand to help Mark up, 
though, it became clear that something was not quite 
right. 

Nobody seemed to pay much attention for the first few 
seconds when Mark didn't reach up to take the proffered 
help, but when the boy continued to lay there, the 
crowd suddenly quieted. The cornerback suddenly looked 
up and signaled off the field, and they could see the 
team's doctor running out onto the field. 

The rest of the team had moved up to gather, but they 
all kept a respectable distance back as the doctor and 
coach moved in, the doctor kneeling down beside Mark as 
the coach hovered over the both of them. A couple of 
the kids in the stands got up to head down to the edge 
of the field as the rest waited silently to find out 
word of what happened. Out of the corner of his eye 
Zane could see the cheerleaders as well standing 
quietly as they watched.

A few seconds later someone signaled to a few of the 
players on the sideline, and before anyone knew it one 
of those stretcher-like boards was being carried out 
onto the field. Within a minute later Mark had been 
loaded onto it and was being carted off. As a few of 
the players who'd been on the field moved back to the 
side lines, word spread to the kids who'd gone down to 
the field, who then carried it back to the bleachers. 
Mark's right arm was broken. The doctor didn't think 
there were any other injuries, but he was being taken 
to the hospital anyways to check and to treat the 
broken arm.

Immediately whispers spread through the crowd, and most 
of the kids were looking at Zane. Zane just smiled. He 
heard a few whispers of "Lucky", but those were just 
from the kids he'd already known were idiots. Far more 
were putting together the connection in their own 
heads. Zane had stained the shirt over Mark's right arm 
with his blood earlier in the day, and now Mark's arm 
was broken. This was of course the same day word had 
gotten around that a no one like Zane had somehow 
managed to steal a popular cheerleader from one of the 
most popular football players. 

Most of the kids in the crowd obviously put it down to 
coincidences. They were unwilling to even consider 
anything beyond that, much less believe it. But a 
couple apparently had more open minds, as was exhibited 
by the barely audible whispers of "Witch" that he 
caught. The proper term was warlock, he knew, given 
that he was male. But he wasn't inclined to correct 
them on it. He was already pleased enough with himself. 
Let them whisper all they want, it only served to amuse 
him.

He caught Liz giving him a long glance from down among 
the cheerleaders, and he just smiled at the girl. He 
was still going to have to wait out the rest of the 
practice, once they resumed, so that he could get 
together with her afterwards. But he got the feeling 
that the remaining time spent waiting was going to 
taste exquisitely sweet.

***

Zane was standing in a dark room. Before him stood a 
circular alter made of some silvery metal that he 
couldn't quite identify. He might've thought it was 
actual silver, except silver didn't glow. The altar was 
emitting a pale blue light, the only light source in 
the room. It brought a dim illumination to the area a 
few feet around it, but no farther. And the room was 
large, Zane could tell that, even though he couldn't 
see any further then the altar's glow. He didn't know 
how he knew that, but he knew. Looking around, he 
noticed a faint hint of light behind him, at least a 
hundred feet away. He strained his eyes, but he 
couldn't make out much. He thought there might be a 
doorway of some kind, with a light beyond.

Zane was so busy wondering where he was and how he'd 
gotten there that it actually took him a minute to 
realize the last thing he remembered was going to sleep 
in his room. Strange, though, he didn't feel like he 
was dreaming. He felt very much awake, though he 
couldn't think of any other explanation for how he'd 
wound up where he was now except a dream. He spent 
awhile staring at the altar, thinking. 

Finally though, coming to the conclusion that he had no 
other course of action, he turned to start walking 
toward the light in the distance. He was careful 
walking through the darkness, testing the area in front 
of him with his foot before taking each step. He came 
across no furniture of any kind, though, and the floor 
remained smooth and level the entire way. It wasn't 
until he was only about ten feet away that he could 
very faintly make out the wall. The doorway was much 
clearer, and Zane had been right, there definitely had 
to be some kind of light source on the other side.

Since he could distinguish the remaining ground in 
front of him, if only barely, he was able to set aside 
his wariness and just walk the last remaining steps to 
the doorway. Poking his head through the doorway and 
glancing around, he could see a nearby torch 
illuminating the end of a hallway. Zane had never 
actually seen a torch before, but he was willing to 
ignore that point for the moment. More interesting were 
the walls, which were some kind of dark stone. 

The ceiling was a good fifteen feet off the ground, at 
least. It vaguely reminded him of some kind of a 
medieval castle from the movies. The hall wasn't lined 
with torches, though, as you'd expect in some kind of 
castle. There was just the one, then another patch of 
darkness beyond the light the torch cast and then, 
farther down the hall, another blue glow like the one 
the altar had emitted.

With one last glance around, Zane stepped through the 
doorway and started down the hall. There was a strange 
smell to the air. It was sharp, but not necessarily 
unpleasant. He couldn't quite identify it, he was 
pretty sure that whatever it was, he'd never smelled it 
before. The further down the hall he got, the more the 
temperature seemed to drop. By the time he stepped 
beyond the circle of light given off by the torch, it 
was cold. 

He proceeded cautiously through the darkness, but not 
as carefully as he had through the room, as he didn't 
think there was much chance of something obstructing 
his path in the hallway. As he neared the glow ahead of 
him, he once more was able to faintly make out a 
doorway, a stone arch that seemed to declare the end of 
the hall. Beyond it, the floor was illuminated by the 
glow, it seemed like it had to be coming from several 
directions at once. By now the air around him was 
freezing.

Taking a deep breath, Zane stepped through the doorway. 
He found himself in another hall, though this one was 
much more constricted then the last. To either side of 
him rested a smooth unbroken mirror, each spanning the 
full length of the short hall. Even with his arms held 
against his sides, each mirror was no more then a foot 
away from him. It was the mirrors themselves that 
seemed to be giving off the glow. The hall stretched 
for maybe fifteen feet ahead of him. At it's end was 
another mirror, though this one stood straight up in 
the shape of another door.

He'd only taken a couple steps into the hall when he 
began to hear the voices, quiet at first, then louder. 
And then he saw them. One second the mirrors to his 
sides were empty, and the next there were people in 
them. Females and males both, some as young as 
fourteen, some as old as perhaps twenty-five or so. All 
of them were naked, and all of them were breathtakingly 
beautiful. Quickly shifting his head back and forth 
between the mirrors, Zane couldn't find a single one 
among them that wouldn't be considered absolutely 
gorgeous by most standards. All of them were lined up 
next to each other, and it was their voices he heard. 
They were speaking in a language he didn't understand, 
though. 

Suddenly, as Zane watched, cuts began to appear along 
their bodies. Long thin slices along the smooth 
unblemished skin, as if done with a knife or some other 
small blade. As the blood began to flow down their 
bodies from the wounds, the voices suddenly turned to 
screams, male and female voices mingling into a 
cacophony of pain. More wounds were appearing on their 
bodies with every second that passed, and he could see 
the people beginning to writhe against the glass.

"As pretty as they are, I find they are only truly 
beautiful in their suffering." A soft voice said. 
Although the tone was low, somehow it cut through the 
screams as clearly as a knife through butter. As if 
there was no possible way for Zane to not hear it. His 
eyes didn't have to move far to find the source. 
Before, even though he had been standing in it's path, 
the third mirror had been empty. Now he saw himself 
reflected in the door-shaped glass, only it wasn't him. 
Zane himself was still wearing what he'd gone to sleep 
in, but the boy in the mirror was wearing a black shirt 
and jeans. And though their faces looked the same the 
boy was smiling, whereas Zane most definitely was not.

"Who are you?" Zane asked, taking a few steps towards 
the mirror. He wasn't sure if he could be heard over 
the continued screams, which had seemed to grow even 
louder, but apparently the boy had heard.

"I'm you, of course. I'm the true you. The you that you 
hide from. That you hide behind the mask of humanity 
and the illusion of morality to escape. I'm the you 
that's always been there, inside, waiting. Though you 
deny me, still I'm there. I'm the one that's real. You 
are just the veil you wear to hide me from everyone 
else." The boy said, quiet and yet somehow unnaturally 
clearly.

Slowly Zane shook his head, what the boy was saying 
didn't make sense. "I'm the only me. I don't hide 
anything about myself."

"Of course you do. You just don't know it. You're like 
the vast majority of people, hiding from the true sides 
of themselves. Scared to face what they are. Unable to 
accept the things they hide inside themselves, the 
truths they can't bring themselves to deal with." The 
boy told him, still smiling. "But it's alright Zane, I 
forgive you. After all, you've given me such a 
wonderful place to have fun with, of late."

Tossing a quick glance to the side, Zane found he could 
no longer see most of the people. The glass had been 
smeared almost entirely with blood, he just caught 
glimpses of flesh here and there through the few 
remaining gaps. The screams were beginning to fade. 
Well, not fade so much as.. Die out. Quickly shifting 
his attention back to the mirror in front of him, Zane 
spoke quickly. "This place is not inside my head."

"No." The boy agreed. "It's not. I never said it was. 
This place is somewhere else entirely. Somewhere only I 
could bring you. It's just a doorway, Zane. A stepping 
stone to a much greater place. But you're not ready to 
go there, yet. You're not capable of handling the trip 
it requires. You won't be until you're able to toss 
away the masks you hide behind, until you're able to 
discard the chains making you weak, the shackles you've 
placed on yourself. You won't be ready, until you 
recognize the image you see in this mirror, as your 
own." The boy said, his voice barely more then a 
whisper now.

Zane almost felt the need to deny the things the boy 
was saying, to tell him he was wrong. But right or 
wrong he knew that wasn't going to do him any good. All 
he could do now was try to get information. "A stepping 
stone to where? What greater place?" he asked.

The reflection of him of in the mirror didn't answer, 
he just raised one hand, even though Zane hadn't moved 
his arm an inch. The boy made a quick motion with his 
fingers that looked almost like a wave, and suddenly 
Zane felt his eyes open.

***

Waking up, Zane felt sore for some reason. It'd been 
almost a week since Mark's injury, since his dream. As 
he rose from the bed and started to stretch, he felt a 
sudden sharp pain in his back, which faded to a dull 
ache. He didn't know why the hell he was having pains 
all of a sudden. He hadn't pulled any muscles recently 
that he was aware of. He hadn't done anything 
especially exerting to make his body sore. Maybe it was 
just the sex he'd been having. He and Liz had been 
fucking every day, at least once a day, sometimes more. 
He supposed that might be the cause, he couldn't think 
of anything else it could be.

Yawning, Zane slowly made his way towards the bathroom. 
He'd been trying out rituals here and there over the 
week. The more minor ones, just to make sure they 
worked. He was more then happy with the results. He'd 
yet to find a single ritual that hadn't worked exactly 
as he'd expected it to. Whenever he used the power he 
felt drained for a little afterwards, but that was 
alright, he tended to recover nicely after ten to 
twenty minutes or so. A little exhaustion now and then 
was a price well worth paying for the things he was 
capable of now.

One of the rituals he'd tried gave him very minor 
control over the elements, so long as he had a specific 
result in mind ahead of time. He was also able to 
temporarily sharpen any one of his senses to an 
extreme. He'd tried it for touch during sex, once, but 
the result had been so strong that the intensity of the 
pleasure made it painful. Certainly overwhelming to say 
the least. 

He'd set that idea aside afterwards as a bit more then 
he could handle. He'd also found he could effect the 
emotional state of animals. He couldn't control them, 
couldn't give them commands. But the ritual allowed him 
to drive them to one emotional state or another, 
although it only worked towards the basic feelings, 
such as anger or happiness or calmness.

He'd been starting to ponder which of the more major 
rituals he should try next for the past night or so. In 
fact he was thinking over just that as he stepped into 
the bathroom and glanced into the mirror, and stopped 
short. Along the right side of his head there was a 
shock of his hair that had gone pure white. For a few 
seconds Zane just stared at it to make sure he wasn't 
seeing things and he wasn't dreaming, but it was 
definitely real alright. Reaching up to touch it with 
one hand, Zane found that it felt like his hair usually 
did, although that had been a foolish thing to wonder 
about in the first place. Still, he just didn't 
understand it. He was sixteen, he wasn't supposed to be 
turning gray yet.

It only took him a few seconds to connect the hair with 
his power. It was the only thing he could think of that 
might cause his hair to start turning white about 
thirty or forty years too soon. For a very short time 
he actually thought it might be cool, that he'd turn 
into one of those young-looking but white-haired mage-
types that had appeared in a few games over the years. 
But then two things happened. 

He realized he didn't really want to look quite that 
abnormal. And the ache in his body finally intruded 
back into his thoughts. His surprise had temporarily 
driven it from his mind, but the soreness was still 
there, none the less. And then it occurred to him to 
wonder if maybe the ache was connected as well.

If that was the case, then what was happening to him? 
The power he'd gained was pretty much everything he'd 
ever wanted. Could it be that using it was somehow 
hurting him as well? Or maybe he was just using too 
much of it too fast, and the tax of the drain on his 
body after each use wasn't meant to hit him so many 
times in so short a period. 

Then something occurred to him. Turning, he strode back 
out of the bathroom, quickly starting to make his way 
over to the dresser in his bedroom. Then, with a wince 
as he experienced a spike of pain, he slowed up a bit 
and moved more carefully. Just the same, he eventually 
made it to the desk and the first book there. Quickly 
flipping it open, he turned to the second quarter of 
it, expecting that maybe the symbols there would 
finally begin to waver like the rest and tell him what 
was going on. But no, they stayed flat and even, 
looking as foreign to him as they had every time he'd 
looked at them before. With a sigh, Zane put the book 
back down. He needed to figure out what was going on, 
and soon.

***

Another week had passed. Zane had tried using the 
rituals less over the week, but he still hadn't been 
able to stop himself from using them in a few 
situations. Like when one of Mark's friends had finally 
got up the guts to tell him off outside a class that he 
and Zane shared. Zane couldn't help it if he 
inadvertently acted on impulse which later resulted in 
the kid driving a pencil into his own hand. 

They'd been on opposite sides of the class, too, so 
there was no linking it to Zane. That, and his hair 
continuing to gradually turn white, had the rumors of 
him being a witch spreading throughout the student 
body. Some actually used the word warlock, but witch 
was far more prevalent, despite. And his hair had 
continued to turn white, even though he'd used his 
powers far less in the last week then he had in the 
week before. By now the only dark hair remaining to him 
was a small patch along the back of his head, the rest 
had all turned.

His parents and sister had been tough to field when it 
came to that, as a matter of fact. There'd been a 
confrontation the moment his first patch of white hair 
was noticed. Unprepared, he'd sworn that he hadn't dyed 
it, but had told them he didn't know how it had 
happened. He'd been able to get them to back off 
temporarily, but as his hair had continued to change 
color he'd had to confront them pretty much every day, 
with his mother especially growing increasingly more 
worried. 

The idea of him seeing a doctor had come up on the 
second day. He'd been able to fend it off until the 
fifth, but since he'd still been unable to think of a 
good reason why something else could be causing it to 
use as an explanation, his mother finally ignored him 
and made the appointment anyways. He was supposed to be 
seeing his doctor about it next week. The only upside 
was also a downside. By the third day his parents had 
finally come to believe him about it not being dyed. By 
the fourth day he'd come to the realization that he 
might've been much better off if he had said that he 
had been getting it dyed a section at a time. It 
would've at least given him an excuse.

The aches and soreness had increased over the week as 
well. The strange thing was it wasn't always there. It 
seemed to come and go in waves. But it had reached the 
point where he was constantly hoping he wouldn't be in 
the middle of a wave when he had to move between 
classes. Not only was it a painful experience to have 
to move so much, but the more difficult and important 
point was how tough it was to hide it from everyone 
else. He couldn't let any of the other students see 
what he was going through, or the fear he'd managed to 
generate and the respect he'd garnered through that 
fear might begin to evaporate as quickly as it had 
come.

He'd really started to become worried himself, though. 
The night before he'd had a sudden coughing fit during 
one of the waves, and had been both shocked and kind of 
scared when the coughs had started bringing up flecks 
of blood. He was honestly afraid the power might 
actually be killing him, but if it was he didn't know 
what he could do about it. There was always the faint 
hope that the doctor might be able to do something, but 
Zane really didn't believe medical science would be 
able to help him now. 

Still, though the lingering fear was always there on 
some level, it was surprising how calm he was about it. 
He knew he should be panicking by now. Any normal 
person would probably be consumed with a fear of death, 
and be trying to move the doctor's appointment up, or 
be searching themselves for some kind of remedy or 
cure. But Zane wasn't. Though he was scared, his fear 
was never uncontrolled. It never pervaded his thoughts. 
Though he was worried, he never felt a desperation to 
try and fix what was happening to him. He had actually 
come to believe the power itself might be what was 
keeping him calm, might be affecting his thoughts. Even 
if it was though, he couldn't bring himself to care 
about it.

At the moment Zane was at his locker, between periods. 
Luckily enough, he wasn't in the middle of a wave, so 
he didn't need to worry about that. Something strange 
had been happening to him for the past couple days 
though. He'd been feeling a.. A need for something. It 
was like a hunger, or a thirst. He could feel it 
reverberating through him, but no matter how much he'd 
drank or eaten it had done nothing for it. And it was 
growing stronger with each passing day. It was 
precisely that that was occupying his thoughts at the 
moment. 

What he could do about it, what it was his body was 
actually craving. It certainly wasn't sex, he was still 
getting that with Liz. Not nearly as much as during the 
first week, with everything that was happening, but 
they still hadn't stopped entirely. He had to be 
careful though. He'd been able to calm her down about 
the hair by telling her that it was just a side effect 
of the powers he'd gotten, but if she found out the 
rest of what was happening to him she'd freak worse 
then anyone.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard the 
whispers behind him. The moment he heard the word 
witch, he felt a little annoyance surge up. Usually he 
enjoyed the talk, but not when it interrupted things 
that were a bit more important to him. Turning, he 
shifted his head to find the source of the whispers. It 
was just a couple girls, sophomores he thought. 

Both were watching him. All he had to do was settle a 
glare on them, though, and they suddenly fell silent. 
Then one suddenly poked the other, who quickly closed 
her locker and both girls took off up the hallway, 
walking quickly and tossing glances back over their 
shoulders at him. Zane could feel a smirk twitching 
across his face, his annoyance fading. It was still fun 
to see the effect he had on people these days.

He didn't even notice the boy coming up the hall from 
the other direction until he'd almost reached him. 
"Zane." The voice finally drew his attention. Once more 
turning, he found Sean taking the last couple steps to 
come to a halt beside him. He hadn't talked to the boy 
much over the past couple weeks, he'd been pretty busy. 
Not at all over the past week, actually. When he saw he 
had Zane's attention, Sean just grinned. "What's up?"

"Not much." Zane responded, giving a little shrug.

"What's with the hair?" Sean asked, leaning against the 
locker next to Zane's. "People are talking, you know. 
Quite a bit, actually. They think you're.."

"Some kind of witch, I know." Zane cut him off, once 
more shrugging. "So people talk, it's not as if it 
matters what they think. As for the hair, I don't know. 
It just sort of happened." Zane told the boy, not 
feeling like even trying to offer an excuse.

"That doesn't answer the question at hand though. Is it 
true? Can you do some kind of magic? Did you cause what 
happened to Mark? To John?" Sean asked him. John had 
been the one who'd wound up with a pencil through his 
hand. Still, as Zane stared into Sean's eyes, he didn't 
see fear, or worry, or even disgust. What he saw was... 
Excitement.

"Maybe. I might've been the one who caused those things 
to happen. Even if I did though, what does it matter?" 
he queried in return, watching Sean very carefully. He 
wanted to see where this was going.

"Are you kidding, man? If you can do magic.. Where'd 
you learn it? It was from my grandpa's books, right?" 
Sean demanded in an excited tone. Zane's immediate 
reaction was to glare, as this was what he'd been 
initially worried about when it came to Sean. There was 
no chance in hell that he was giving the books back, 
ever. But he didn't want to have to hurt Sean in order 
to keep them. When he saw the glare though, Sean 
immediately raised his hands in surrender. 

"Don't worry, I'm not asking for them back." He said, 
having somehow pierced straight to the heart of Zane's 
worries without Zane having said a word. "I checked 
after you left that day. At first I'd believed you, 
that you'd just found some diaries that I hadn't 
noticed before. But then when I saw that the books of 
symbols were missing. They were what you took. I'd 
already looked through all of them before, many a time, 
trust me. I could never decipher a single symbol in the 
books. 

"I even checked the net, and I still never managed to 
get anything. This was a couple years ago, when I was 
hoping to learn my grandpa's secrets myself. But when I 
put all that work in and wasn't able to find anything, 
I sorta gave up on the idea. Figured that his tricks 
weren't worth the effort to learn. Which is why I 
wasn't interested when you mentioned diaries but... You 
managed to make the symbols work, didn't you? You 
figured out... Whatever code he used? I know they're 
not a normal language, I checked every one I could 
think of that used written symbols."

"I might have." Zane conceded, but he was thinking. If 
Sean had looked over the books multiple times as he 
said, did that mean the first part of the first book 
hadn't wavered for him as it had for Zane? Did that 
mean the symbols might not shift like that for anyone 
who viewed them? That he was.. Special somehow? Finally 
though, he shook free of his thoughts and went on. "And 
if I had, then knowing there was a way the symbols 
could be deciphered, you still wouldn't want the books 
back?" he questioned.

"No. If you were able to figure them out, where I 
couldn't, then you deserve to be able to hold onto the 
books. I was just hoping you could.." Sean said, 
looking suddenly somewhat embarrassed. "I don't know... 
Teach me?" he asked.

"What if it's not something that can be taught?" Zane 
replied, staring at the boy in front of him.

Sean was obviously disappointed, Zane could see it. 
"That's alright, but I mean.. We're friends, right? Do 
you think you could occasionally use the magic to help 
me too? I mean.. You were able to get Elly with it, 
right? That's how you got her away from Mark. Would 
that work on other girls too, and could you make them 
want someone else if you wanted, or is it restricted to 
making them want you?" Sean almost-babbled, a hint of 
his earlier excitement showing through again.

Finally Zane felt a smile spreading across his face. 
"You want a girl? That's what all this is about?" Zane 
asked, a chuckle escaping from his lips. Inclining his 
head slightly, Zane just smiled wider. "Who is she?"

"Allison Raine." Sean said, somehow managing to blush 
and look excited at the same time. Zane had to give him 
one thing, the boy set his sights high. Senior, also a 
cheerleader, blonde, big tits. Even more popular then 
Liz had been.

"Tell you what. There are a few.. Issues I'm having to 
deal with, for the time being. If I manage to get 
through them alright, then the moment I have more free 
time, I'll get you Allison. You have my word on it." He 
told the boy, holding out one hand.

The other boy was all grins as he took Zane's hand and 
shook it vigorously. "Thanks, man. This is gonna be so 
awesome." The boy said, more excited then ever, before 
he finally released Zane's hand. "Anyways, I won't take 
up any more of your time. Just let me know whenever 
you've had a chance to get through everything and all, 
k? Thanks again, I'm going to owe you one big time." 
Sean said, reaching out to give Zane a light clap on 
the shoulder before turning to rush off back down the 
hall. Zane just chuckled again as he turned back to his 
locker.

***

"What's wrong with you?" Liz asked, looking worried. 
Zane was sitting in a chair in her room. His head was 
throbbing. In the past two days, the feeling of a need 
that he couldn't satisfy had quickly grown stronger and 
stronger. Oddly enough, the waves of pain had actually 
grown less frequent, though he'd started getting 
headaches in their place. He'd had three nosebleeds in 
the space of 48 hours, and he'd never had a nosebleed 
before in his life. His mother had been concerned 
enough with the way he'd seemed of late that she'd 
ordered him to stay home from school that day. He'd 
gotten a bit more sleep, and when he'd woken up he'd 
laid around in bed for awhile, but he'd been unable to 
fall back asleep. He was too restless, the hunger was 
driving him nuts. 

It was a gnawing in the pit of his stomach, a sensation 
pervading his mind, a need for something when he didn't 
even know what it was he needed. It had eventually 
driven him to his feet, and after a day spent pacing 
around the house, trying to get his mind occupied by 
anything that could take his thoughts off the feeling, 
he'd finally out of desperation decided to head over to 
Liz's. It was night by then, but luckily her parents 
were out to a dinner with her dad's boss. Liz had been 
able to tell right away that there was something not 
right with him, though.

"Zane, what's wrong?" Liz asked again, sitting in a 
chair next to his. Reaching out, she gently took his 
left hand in both hers, and when she did her eyes 
widened slightly. "You're shaking." She said. She was 
right, he hadn't even realized it himself until then. 
It was just so hard. He felt like a man dying of 
thirst, so strong was the desire. And he found that he 
could feel something inside Liz. 

He couldn't tell what it was, but he could feel 
something running through her. And the longer she 
touched him, the more he found an impulse growing to 
reach out to her. Not physically, but with his power. 
To reach out to the thing that was inside her. Every 
time the thought passed through his head though, he 
could feel himself mentally recoil. He didn't know how, 
but he knew it was wrong. He'd started to really care 
about Liz over the past couple weeks, he didn't want to 
hurt her. Still, the need swirling around his brain was 
driving him mad.

"Really bad headache." Zane finally said, his voice 
barely above a whisper. He didn't like lying to her, 
but he couldn't exactly tell her the truth.

"Awww, c'mere." She said, leaning over the small space