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He, I could
somehow tell it was a he, said something. I was so busy concentrating on
holding on to the multiplex patterns of spells inside me and working on making
the weakness recede that I had no attention to spare.
The tidal
wave of exhaustion passed over me and I could feel the pain of a broken nose,
healing ever so slowly. I blinked my eyes open, leaking tears. The only thing
that didn’t hurt was my hair.
It took
another minute before I could focus enough on the outside to comprehend speech.
I was starving, incredibly weak, but still suffused with ordered patterns of
magic that left me stronger than I’d ever been. I felt like a starved vampire,
needing life force to quench an unquenchable thirst, but I was not insensate.
With a
titanic effort, I turned my head, lashes lowered against the blinding light,
looking around to see if there was anyone nearby. The man who’d tried to talk
to me was staring at the wreckage I’d made of the lower floor of the building
across the street, just standing there, and there was no one else close by. I
could hear sirens in the distance, and the patter of feet moving closer.
I took the
chance, gathering what little reserves I had, and cast the draining spell. He
collapsed as I felt myself come alive, the drought suddenly over. Springing to
my feet, I managed to catch him before he broke anything against the asphalt.
Alive again! My nose was already healing, and I took a tissue out of a pocket,
cleaning the worst of the bloody mess away. I needed a mirror to do it
properly, but I could probably pass muster. A cantrip cleaned the blood and
dust from my clothes, another mending those rips I could see.
The
slightest ripple in the air was the only warning, and I ducked, feeling
something pass by. I could suddenly see through the illusion of emptiness. A
veritable giant, heavily tanned, blond, the height of a basketball player and
the width of a football player, with a sword longer than I was tall in hand,
eyes dilated and a wild look on his craggy features, was trying to cut me in
half for some obscure reason. He swung the claymore at me again, fairly foaming
at the mouth, “Die, heretic!”
Danger
equals religion, I noted mentally, and dived beneath the swing, kicking at his
knee. I was faster than anything human – but so was he. The blade dipped,
following my downward slide, and I had to roll away, trying the cutting spell –
for some reason, I couldn’t see inside him – on his hand. I could see the power
just bouncing off. I skipped back, conjuring a small fence of air I held onto
for just a moment, to trip him up. It worked, and I looked at the ground,
trying to form spikes to impale him with a transmutation spell. That one didn’t
work – I needed more time to learn how to shape the particular material, time I
didn’t have.
Abandoning
the effort, already feeling the weight of spells I’d cast and was keeping
active, I began scrambling away, rising to my feet and running down the street.
A quick look over my shoulder showed me that a stern chase, this once, was not
going to be a long chase. With much longer legs, he was catching up easily.
Since magic
directed at him simply bounced, I tried something else, and sent an uncapped
pen at his throat. It wasn’t a simple toss – the pen was backed by the full
force of the second order slingshot spell, the plastic made denser, the wind
granting it all the momentum of a bullet wrapped with solid strands of magical
power.
My mouth
dropped open when he raised his sword and parried it. Oh, it cost him – the
impact was enough to send him flying, but the weapon was unharmed, and he
wasn’t hurt badly enough for my taste. There was obviously more to that sword
than appearances suggested.
It gave me
enough of a lead to shake him off, running full-tilt, picking a random course
and using the full extent of my enhanced agility to leap and climb over barriers.
Three guys
with baseballs bats, egged on by a pair of skinny teenaged girls, objected to
my passage through ‘their’ turf. I was in a killing mood, and it was an effort
not to snap their necks. I drained all three, enough to replenish my energy,
fill my reserves, and leave them weaving on their feet, barely conscious, then
used one of their bats to break an arm each and knock them out. I turned a
burning gaze on the girls, who cowered back against the fence. The petty
meanness they’d displayed had awakened my cruel streak. I didn’t hit them or
break anything. I concentrated on the first and burned away her vocal chords,
catching her as she fainted, lowering her gently to the ground. I turned my
eyes on the second, who stood there frozen, the look of fear on her face
feeding my anger… and paused as I noted the blazing signature of magical
potential. This one might be stronger than Kristen, when trained.
It was an
impulse decision. I was tired of having to go through parents, get permission,
convince and cajole. I was tired of having to always watch my own back, always
facing the threat of attack, frustrated, angry and probably not rational. I
decided to take her, just like that, there and then.
A quick look
around, and I saw that no one was looking in our direction. On the third floor
of one building, a woman was hanging out laundry, and I could hear five
children playing catch behind the fence, but neither represented a threat.
“Repeat
after me, do exactly as I do, or I’ll kill you,” I threatened her in a cold
voice of iron, and cast a breeze spell in an obvious and exaggerated manner. I
didn’t want her to have even so minor a weapon as the firefinger cantrip, not
until I was sure of her.
Trembling,
she stumbled through the spell. “No, you’re mispronouncing Isstkleth,” I
repeated the word, “and you’re twisting the index finger too much,” I
re-enacted the motion.
It took her
two minutes, but she managed to stir a small breeze.
“Welcome to
the world of magic, apprentice. You’re mine now, and you’re coming with me.
Forget about the rest of your life, it doesn’t matter, not anymore,” I took her
limp hand, careful not to use too much strength and crush it, and led her away.
She followed, automaton-like.
I used a
spell to pick a lock on a back door, climbed a flight of stairs, and came out
on a major thoroughfare. I didn’t really remember the way back, any more than I
remembered exactly how I’d come to be where I was, but the knowledge was there,
accessible. Magic was truly amazing, and somehow the little things were at
least as impressive as the building shattering energy bolts. I couldn’t begin
to imagine the attention to detail the crafting of all those spells required,
spells for almost any and every need and possibility.
I spent the
entire walk back to the hospital grounds in a state of nervous tension, every
sense stretched to its limits, but nothing occurred. The girl couldn’t keep up
with my pace, so I picked her up and carried her, effortlessly. I went in
quickly, found a bathroom, put her down, and cleaned up. I had her wash her
face, wiping away the tears, and really looked at her for the first time.
In ratty
jeans and a flowery pink top that showed a pierced navel, she just stood there
apathetically, looking down at a pair of pink sneakers. Tanned, with straight
yellow hair, I lifted her chin and looked into wide, fearful brown eyes.
Heart-shaped face, with sharp cheekbones and chin, that lent her a foxy look. A
piercing on the side of her nose showed a small, glinting red stone. Pretty,
really, though her skin was not in the best of conditions. Her breasts were
mere bumps, she was much too thin, and stood a full head shorter than myself,
truly petite.
I used some
of the power I’d taken from her friends to change her. Smoothing out the skin
and leaving her pale, removing the piercings and incinerating them, darkening
the hair, leaving her a blue eyed brunette. I shot her an appraising look –
much better.
“Look at the
mirror,” I ordered curtly.
She jumped,
turned to look, and gasped, hands rising to her face. Leaning forward, eyes
intent, she examined everything with utmost care. Her fingers slicked over
smooth skin, “Oh… nice!” she sounded sincere.
“It’s
nothing. You’re a student wizard now,” I conjured a small flame from my finger
and banished it, “and you’ll be able to change your appearance to anything,
anything at all. As beautiful or ugly as you want to be, a clone of any movie
star or model you like most. There is a great deal to tell, but not here.
First, I’m Logan, Logan Reeves. What is your name, apprentice?”
“Ah…,” she
hesitated, her attention still on her new look, “I’m Kate, I mean, Katherine
Marks.”
“Not
anymore. Pick a new name, any new name. It’s an entirely new life.”
“Oh,” she
seemed lost, looking down at her feet. At least she wasn’t catatonic or
hysterical, I bowed mentally to the ancient archwizards and their loyalty
bindings.
“Do you want
me to pick a name? How old are you?”
“I’m
fourteen. Well, almost, in November.”
“New name?”
I asked, not bothering to hide my exasperation. I’d kidnapped a 13 year-old
girl, hurrah. No more impulse decisions for, say… a month.
“You pick
it,” she threw at me.
“How about
Deirdre? Di, for short?”
She
considered a moment before nodding, “Di. Okay.”
“Now, we’ll
drive over to my place. I’ll explain a few things, and leave you there. My
other apprentices are shopping, I have to pick them up. I’ll leave you with
something important to read, and you can raid my sister’s closets – you’re her
size.”
Slowly, she
nodded, probably still in shock. I changed the colour of her shirt to white,
putting in a Garfield strip, and turned her faded blue jeans to black, pink
shoes to black.
“Let’s go,”
I took her small hand and led her to my bike. Helmets on, we drove off. Sunset
was still hours away.
I stopped
once, dropping the Richard illusion and returning the Fireblade to its original
paint scheme and license plate configuration.
Di was all
ga-ga over the size of the house and the garage, and almost dropped over her
own feet when she looked at me.
“Who… what…”
she seemed to panic.
“Relax, Di,
it’s the same Logan, but without the illusion. This is what I really look like.
At least, what I look like at present. Remember, I told you could look like
anything you wanted to? I can do the same, and so can any other competent
wizard. Don’t rely on appearances.”
“Ah,” and a
stare summed her response.
Suppressing
a sigh and a growl of frustration, I took her hand, led her to the kitchen, and
began heating leftovers and setting some cold cuts, fruits, cheese, and breads
on the table.
“Magic,
casting spells, takes energy from us, from our bodies…,” I began the basic
introduction to the wizard’s world, the usual half-hour lecture. She woke up,
actually daring to ask a couple of intelligent questions. I had her cast and
recast her one spell and eat as I lectured, and made sure I had her full
attention.
“Now…
ahahe,” I coughed as a possibility popped up. “Can you read?” I asked, tense.
The actual state of literacy around was a sudden concern. I’d already mapped out
means of recruiting and training hundreds and thousands of wizards, but I’d
never even considered the possibility of 13 year-olds not being able to read
well, or at all. Well, by the time I got that far, I’d have a staff to take
care of minor problems. Ha, Di might well be part of it.
“Yes, I can
read,” she glared at me, “I’ve even read… books!”
Whoa, an
unexpected reaction. “Here’s a book for you. This is the book of wizardry, the
basic magic manual. It contains thousands of spells, and you’ll start learning
from it. Don’t try to do too much at once,” I warned her again, “you can…”
“Yeah, yeah,
kill myself, magic is dangerous. Heard you the first time,” she stopped
abruptly, probably swallowing a pejorative adjective.
“Now, follow
me,” I gave her a quick tour of the house, and finally led her to the forbidden
shrine, telekinetically picking the lock on my sister’s suite. I pointed
inside, gesturing expansively, “Closets, inside. Take a pile of clothes, put
them up in one of the guest rooms, your new home for a few days. Bought a new
house, so we’ll probably be moving soon. My parents will be back on Monday, and
if they ask, you tell them I helped you out, and you’d rather not talk about
it. Refuse to talk about it.”
“Wha…” she
started, gulped, and quieted.
“Ask.”
“What did
you do to my friends?” she lowered her eyes, lips trembling.
“Who? They
don’t exist for you anymore, Di. They wouldn’t even recognize you. For your
information, the guys each have a broken arm, and the girl will never talk
again.”
“Never
talk?” she yipped. “Just a broken arm? You touched them, they sorta, like,
fell.”
“Do you
think it’s amusing, hitting people who walk by with bats, just because they’re
there? Do you think it’s wrong?” I caught her chin, and made her look me in the
eye. She struggled for a moment, then opened her eyes.
“Yeah, it’s
a blast. Okay, don’t, I admit it’s wrong,” she gasped out as I slowly tightened
my grip.
“My
sorceresses have to follow certain standards, Di. Senseless, pointless cruelty
is not something I condone or am prepared to tolerate. I burned your little
friend’s vocal chords to nothing, Di,” she tried to cower away and groaned. I
released her before I grew annoyed enough to grind her jaw to dust.
“You’ll need
to shape up. Stay quiet and try to learn as best as you can. Listen to the
others. I’ll introduce you when I return. You can have a home with us, if you
do it right, and everything you ever dreamed of. Money is not a problem
anymore, Di. It’s a different world, with different rules, one Queensbury never
saw.”
“Queensberry?”
“The 9th
Marquis of Queensbury, which happens to be a Scottish peerage, endorsed a code
of rules for boxing, known as the Marquis of Queensbury rules. What I was
attempting to explain is that we’re in a war with no rules, no mercy. Your
life, our lives, depend upon our actions, and every single day can bring death
or worse. I’ve already fought for my life today, twice. Because of what you now
are, there are myriad beings which seek your death. Believe.”
She shook
her head, rolling her eyes. “You’re so fucking weird, boyo. Fuck, even the
teachers at school don’t talk like that.”
“I’m well
aware that I use perhaps more words than are strictly necessary, with few short
cuts and little slang. After you read a few thousand books, I imagine you’ll
sound somewhat refined, too. A sorceress is a lady first,” I added. My
sorceresses would be ladies, people I could and would respect, I was most
certainly going to insist on that much. “Language is a weapon and a tool, quite
a sharp one. Lawyers?”
“Bloodsucking
pimps?”
“In
overwhelming quantities, perhaps,” I nodded, “but try to imagine life without
the rule of law, and how well an itty bitty girl like you would fare in such a
world.”
“Ah?” she
looked at me quizzically.
“I’ll give
you a few books to read, later. Go on, take a shower, try the hot tub, pick
some clothes and a room, learn a few more spells from the book and practice.
I’ll be back, with company.”
Without
further ado, I turned and left her to manage on her own. A glance at the wrist
showed me that less than two hours had passed since I’d left Chris and Co. – it
felt like a year had passed, every second drawn out unbearably. For the first
time I could recall, I felt itchy at being alone, uncomfortable and nervous.
I took a few
minutes to check the computers, and was startled and mightily pleased to find
that Ellis Wright, the former co-worker I’d set on finding lost books of magic,
had sent a reply to Richard Morgan, the alias I’d used for that job, and he’d
found three of the hundreds plus books I’d mentioned. He went into detail,
which I swiftly digested, and I sent him the requisite funds, plus a hefty
commission, writing him to order the books and have them delivered to the P.O.
box that constituted Richard Morgan, and to send me the tracking numbers on the
orders.
The books
he’d found were of relatively minor use at present, dealing as they did with
lower order elemental bindings, advanced magical construction, and weather
shaping rituals, but every little bit of magical knowledge was welcome. The
good news managed to turn my mood around. I’d survived, acquired another
powerful sorceress, and would soon have my start on a real magical library. Oh,
the little sorceress’ manners were a bit raw, but she didn’t seem completely
ignorant or stupid. The first could be remedied, the second would have been a
disaster. That she had a temper was good, for she’d definitely have need of it.
I spend a
few more minutes replying to mail before the discomfort grew pronounced. It was
a strange feeling, this restlessness, for I’d always been comfortable alone. I
was probably concerned about the girls’ safety, as they were prone to using
small magics. The local court of air had sent teams of sylphs, and perhaps
other creatures, to scour the city for magicians – best check up on them. I
looked at my phone with a grimace, for I was not at all fond of using it.
Decision made, I sent them all a text message ‘no magic’, and hurried down to
the garage.
I let go of
ordinary caution and drove at full speed, weaving in and out of the traffic,
making the mall in record time. With awareness and reaction speed souped up,
I’d need divine intervention or enemy action to get into trouble on the road.
I spent half
an hour looking for them, before acknowledging the hopelessness of the low-tech
method. The mall was huge, and every fifth store sold clothes, shoes, or an
accessory they were likely to look at. With Mickey and Chris along, I couldn’t
rule out book, computer, and gadget shops, either.
The
background noise on the phone was intense, so I cupped the speaker and almost
shouted at Chris, “Where are you?”
“Needed
food, rest for sore feet,” she shouted back, and named the bar cum club they
were at. She offered to give me directions, but I declined, knowing that it
would be easier to find it through the mall directory or questioning people. I
took out my little hand-held pocket computer and traced the path to Kaburo’s
Club, which was actually located just outside the ‘borders’ of the mall. I stopped
in a shop on the way, purchasing a wreath – can’t have the girls accusing me of
never buying them flowers. I recognized a few of the shop-frenzy-struck people
from my high school, all of them richer students. It made sense, as I’d
deliberately picked a higher class of shopping venue for this little trip.
The interior
of the club had an intimate atmosphere, little nooks and crannies holding
tables and chairs that granted an illusion of privacy. There was room for
dancing, and in center stage was an actual stage – horror of horrors, they’d
picked a karaoke bar. A woman wearing a trifle too much makeup was doing a
perfectly horrid rendition of ‘girls just wanna have fun’ when I walked in. To
avoid wincing and stoppering my ears, I concentrated on scanning the room,
locating five members of my school’s elite, all of the female persuasion,
sitting together and sipping on concoctions that looked poisonous, what with
the greenish neon-glow they emitted, before I found them.
I hurried
over to my girls’ table, moving perhaps a trifle too fast, dodging the
waitresses a bit too adroitly. I really needed to learn how to tamp down on the
enhancements, down to the unconscious level. I’d managed not to tear away the
doorknobs back home, but it had required some attention and concentration. Di
probably had bruises from where I’d gripped her, I frowned at the thought, the
expression turning to a smile in response to the smiles Chris, Mickey, Kristen,
and even Trish, directed at me.
I drew the
flowers out from behind my back, and broke off a flower for each, setting it in
their hair. Sitting down next to Mickey, I noticed only a few packages on the
floor behind them, concluding that the rest was probably already in the car.
I weathered
the thanks and kisses with aplomb, managing to steal a bit of food.
“Hey!” Kris
complained, snatching at the chocolate croissant in my hands, “that’s mine!”
“Now
Kristen, sweet, I’m doing you a favor,” I took another bite, “these things
aren’t good for you. Don’t all the magazines tell you that?”
I caught her
kick and pulled her leg, dropping her under the table, and looked around to see
if anyone was watching. Then I slithered below, using my grip on her foot as a
lever to twist her around, shattering her concentration and breaking the spell
she was trying to cast.
“No magic,
Kris,” I whispered into her ear, “and what did I say about kicking?”
“What?” she
froze in my arms.
“Tying you
down and tickling you with a feather… for an hour.”
“You did
not!” she struggled impotently.
“Well, I
promised Christine, but you are hereby granted notice and warning that the same
shall apply to you. Now let’s get off the floor,” I let go and she scrambled
away.
I caught
Mickey finishing the croissant in contention, and had to grin openly at the
dainty, prim way she held it.
“You know, I
think he needs to be punished,” Chris mentioned casual-like, and Kris nodded
enthusiastically.
“See if I
ever bring you flowers again,” I huffed.
There was
lull in the deadly wails and sonic assault from the stage, and I relaxed back
in the chair, popping my ears with a yawn. The show director, or whatever the
job title might be, took the microphone, “Soooo! Thank you for that lovely
rendition of Cindy Lauper’s song. Now, who’s next? Let’s see,” he started to
consult a list, but his eyes turned to focus on our table. To my horror, the
girls were all waving and pointing at me, and Chris tried to push me.
“So, it
seems like we have a volunteer!” he smirked.
Pushing me
wasn’t doing much good, but everyone started to chant, “Sing! Sing! Sing!” so I
gave in to the inevitable and climbed up to the stage with ill grace.
I whispered
which song to the guy, and grabbed the microphone. My hands were sweaty.
Serious anxiety. I took a deep breath and willed myself calm as the music
started.
I looked at
our table, caught Chris’ eyes, and started warbling away,
If
I had to live my life without you near me
The days would all be empty
The nights would seem so long
With you I see forever oh so clearly
Actually, it sounded surprisingly good,
Our
dreams are young and we both know
They'll take us where we want to go
Hold me now, touch me now
Almost professional, really,
Nothing's
gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by now how much I love you
One thing you can be sure of
I'll never ask for more than your love
I should
have considered how the enhancements influenced control of the voice,
Nothing's
gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by now how much I love you
The world may change my whole life through
But nothing's gonna change my love for you
I sang on, pouring some emotion into it, and from
everyone looking at me, now at least half the crowd was staring at Chris, whose
face had turned very red, almost a match for her hair. She stared at me
resolutely, fingering the flower I’d put in her hair – some sort of violet
orchid. Mickey and Kris were grinning at her, while Trish’s eyes went from
Chris to me, an odd expression on her face.
I bowed at the applause, ‘whoos’, and ‘you tell her!’
comments from the audience, and politely refused an encore. With my sharpened
ears, I could hear quite a few comments I wasn’t supposed to, very interesting
comments. I sat back by Mickey, and Chris, still red-faced, leaned over her,
grabbed the back of my head and kissed me with impressive intensity. After
nearly a minute of lip-lock, we had to pause for some air, and I brought Mickey
in for a three-way kiss.
All of which elicited more talk, including some
particularly uncomplimentary comments from four of the five girls I’d recognized
from school. The fifth, unexpectedly, was silent. With the light-speed gossip
connections, I computed that almost everyone in school would learn of my
changed circumstances – or rather, something of my changed circumstances – by
Monday, at the very latest. I couldn’t think of any ramifications, quite
possibly because I was very distracted. Chris had gotten quite good at kissing
and Mickey was no slouch, though I had considerably more endurance, and a more
agile tongue as well. Having to restrain myself from kissing them hard enough
to bruise kept the experience from being completely blissful, as did my growing
erection and extant paranoia – I couldn’t help but listen hard for anyone’s
approach.
“Okay,
enough already!” Kristen complained, “So you’re in luuuv. You can demonstrate
that back in your place, not while we’re burning shopping time.”
“Kris!”
Trish sounded shocked. “You’re such an insensitive bitch! Or maybe you’re
jealous?” she insinuated.
“Hardly!”
Kris grinned as we disengaged, “Tomorrow’s all mine.”
“Or rather,
as much of it as you manage to retain consciousness through,” I remarked,
settling Mickey on my lap.
“What?!”
Kris and Trish looked at me.
“You can
only take so much pleasure before you faint, Kris,” I explained, “and not
letting you recover, at all, seems a bit too cruel.”
“Oh, be
cruel to me, pleaaaaaase,” she stretched her hands out, wrists close together.
Chris caught
her wrists, closing her hands around them, and pulled Kris closer, making her
lean over the table.
“Oh, I will,
don’t worry. What are friends for?” she purred and blew Kris a kiss before
releasing her. Kris catapulted back into her seat, the impact of her back
striking the plastic audible.
Trish caught
my eye, “Shopping, huh?”
“Quite.”
“I didn’t
mean to upset you,” Chris turned to me, finger pointing at the stage.
“You
didn’t,” I replied curtly.
“Yeah,
right. What is it with you and music?”
I shrugged,
“I found that when I’m working or reading, which was most of the time, music
either distracted me, or was so much of a background thing that I didn’t even
notice it.”
“And
singing? I’ve never heard you hum or whistle, either.”
“Well,” I
smiled in embarrassment, “I can’t whistle. Or, rather,” I blinked thoughtfully,
“I couldn’t. I might be able to manage it now.”
“The
singing?” she pressed.
“I used to
always sing along, with whatever was playing,” I admitted, “it was something of
a habit. My sister got sufficiently obnoxious about it that I changed the
habit.”
“I don’t
think I like your sister,” Chris said coldly.
“Join the
club,” I looked at her warmly.
“Did you
mean what you sang?” Kris asked out of the blue.
“Huh?” was
my intelligent answer.
“The song?
Did you mean the words?” she insisted.
Trish looked
at us, blinking.
“Essentially
yes, literally no,” I watched expressions shift, “I’ve never been in love
before… and I’m going to ask for a lot more, besides what I’ve already asked.
As for ‘nothing’, or ‘never’, well, that’s what I feel now, but we will have
centuries or more to learn.”
“Assuming we
survive,” Mickey piped up.
I just
wasn’t cut our for the ruthless mastermind job. My instincts screamed ‘protect
them’, and my reasoned response was identical. Perhaps I’d erred in picking an
all-girl team – but then again, I hadn’t considered myself the slightest bit
chauvinistic. It was all very confusing.
“Quite. I
had another encounter, we have a new recruit back home. Blue eyes, pale, dark
hair, petite. I can size things for her by eye, we need to pick her a full new
wardrobe.”
They stared
at me in shock and concern.
“Encounter?”
Chris whispered, her hand and Mickey’s reaching for mine.
“Three
sylphs and a religious fanatic with a gigantic sword.”
Trish
started laughing, quieting quickly when we all stared at her. “What? You don’t
really…”
“This is no
laughing matter,” Mickey said, “He nearly died today. How did you manage them
all?”
“I’ll give
you all the details back home, but I’ve decided my parents definitely don’t
need to know anything. Let them decide I’ve taken up with Christine,” I caught
a red curl and brought her in for a quick nip on the tip of her nose, “and
moved out. I’m sure we can move out to the new house on Monday, before my
parents land.”
“You want to
keep them safe?” Chris asked.
“Exactly.”
“They’re
going to let you move out, just like that?” Trish said, disbelieving. “You’re
still in high school, aren’t you?”
“Yes and
yes. They have some idea of my net worth,” I shrugged, “and they know me.
They’ll be upset and figure I’ve gone crazy over a girl,” I smiled at Chris,
“but they’ve always pressed us to go out and make our own mistakes. As compared
to reading about other peoples’ mistakes and learning from that. ‘You need to
pick up some real life experience’,” I mimicked my father’s voice. “If I’ve
heard that once… I’m sure they’ll categorize this as ‘real life experience’,
and expect me back in a month or two. Or not, they can be perceptive.”
“And our new
recruit? Another college girl?” Mickey asked.
“Not quite
14,” I scowled, “but she has the strongest potential I’ve seen in a girl.”
“In a girl?”
Trish asked.
“According
to the book, males are stronger, females more numerous. Though I haven’t
bothered to look at anything male, as of yet. Call me prejudiced. I distinctly
recall explaining all of that,” I shot Trish a quizzical look.
“Well,” she
avoided my eyes, “I didn’t… don’t really remember ‘all of that’ all that well.”
“Then don’t
be surprised when you’re surprised,” Mickey smiled.
“Those girls
are looking at us, whispering and giggling. They’ve been doing that since you
sat down, after the song,” Kris pointed out the table’s direction with a subtle
movement of her brows, but I knew whom she meant.
“They go to
my, now our, school. Snobbish, rich bitches. I think they live on gossip,” I
pursed my lips. “So when we go back to school, everyone will know who you are
with, how slutty you are, etc. You know how that goes.”
“School,”
Chris smirked, “they won’t know what hit them.”
Kristen’s
face went from angry to speculative in a flash, and the corner of her mouth
curved. “Should be interesting times.”
“Recruiting
ground?” Mickey asked.
“Most
definitely, I’ll arrange group tutoring for the talented. I’ve mapped out a few
plans for world domination,” I paused to practice my evil laughter and the
girls rolled their eyes, appealing to the ceiling for succor, “and that’s phase
three.”
“You just
broke rule 20,” Chris admonished me.
“Huh?” Kris
grunted.
“There’s
this list of rules for evil overlords who plan to take over the universe, all
the gathered wisdom from movies,” Chris replied, “and ‘I will not indulge in
maniacal laughter’ is number 20 on the list.”
“You’re just
sick,” Kris accused her, “Thanks for displaying the inner nerd. I sometimes
forget.”
“Phase one
would be us and studying?” Chris asked me, turning to look away from Kris.
“And phase
two is stopping the demons from using the meteor shower for whatever they’re
planning. Obviously, I need to reread the overlord list, just in case I’m
missing something. Wouldn’t want my beautiful and evil daughter to fall in love
with the hero, any comic relief, or time travel devices. Now I have to consider
sword-toting religious maniacs and increased elemental activity. They’re
putting out patrols, in force.”
“Notably,
consider how to avoid them?”
I nodded at
Mickey, devoutly hoping the elementals and the religious maniacs would take
care of each other. It would be ever so convenient. If the demons stepped into
the mix, it would really make my summer vacation. Standing in the crowd and
watching the fur and blood fly was ever so much more fun than standing on the
arena floor when they’re opening the bars. Of course, lions were easy compared
to what we faced.
“We need a
five year old,” Chris commented.
“Wha…? Could
you get off that stupid list? I’ll even promise to read it!”
“If you
don’t laugh when you read it, Kris, I’ll tickle you,” Chris warned her.
“I’ll laugh,
I’ll laugh!” she raised her hands in surrender.
“How are we
going to teach a lot of people and avoid notice?” Mickey changed the subject.
“It is a
problem,” I admitted, “but hardly insurmountable. They can practice
individually. There is a physical book of wizardry, but it turns out that much
of it is a mental construct. When you ‘wake up’, it puts a kernel in your mind.
Those books we conjure out of nowhere are all in our minds. It’s a high order
archimagical construct. But that’s not all. Remember, I’ll be able to enhance
people, so everyone will learn the basics very quickly. The minor magics we’re
struggling with would be a day’s work for a fifth order enhanced student. We’ll
also be able to use magic freely near ‘hot spots’, places so full of magical
power that what we add would not be noticed. Later on, we can build wards. I’m
pretty sure the book’s also responsible for my sudden urge for world conquest. I’m
too mellow to take on the responsibility, without a big push.”
“Lazy? You?”
Chris stared.
“Not lazy,
not when the project engages my interest. But you obviously have no idea how
complicated this will be, how much work it involves. I’ve never had any real
interest in power over people, and this will force me to make hundreds of major
decisions every single day, until and unless I find the proper people to
delegate matters to. It’s not going to be pretty, I assure you.”
“Trish,” I
looked at her, “I realize this is all foreign, barely believable, and utterly
weird. How are you coping with things?”
“I…,” she
looked around, as if for an escape, “Well, I’m coping. I have to, right? I
don’t have a choice.”
“Actually,
you do. I thought of setting you up with some funds, a rented apartment, and
letting you live your own life. You can go to college, work, live in
comfortable ignorance. Mickey suggested you might prefer to stick with us.”
Trish looked
uncertain, actually biting her lower lip. Terminally cute.
“Stick with
you, doing what?” she asked warily.
“Whatever
needs doing. A secretary job, basically. I’m not going to drag you into danger,
but just being around us is dangerous. On the other hand, you’ve seen what can
happen when you’re alone,” I shrugged. “On this subject, I can’t really advise
you. I will say that the medical we offer is quite extraordinary,” I smiled.
“Medical?”
“Healing
magic, longevity treatment, whatever is necessary. We take care of our own.”
“Oh! I
didn’t consider that,” she looked intrigued at the offer. “What does longevity
treatment translate to?”
“I can’t
keep you alive forever, but you’ll live to see your second, possibly even
third, century. No wrinkles, no sagging, no growing physically old. When your
systems fail, it will be sudden.”
“What about
them?” she pointed her finger at Kris, Mickey, and Chris.
“They’re
wizards, they regenerate once enhanced. Five centuries, without interference.
With my contribution, there’s no limit. Wizards are almost a separate species,
physically.”
“What do you
mean? How, how can you be so different?”
“Truthfully,
I don’t really know, as of yet. But I can feel what the first and least set of
enhancement does, and I have a hint. Compare a retarded child of five to a
genius in the best of physical shapes, and you’ll have a glimmer. You think I’m
joking about world domination, don’t you?”
“Well, yes,”
she admitted.
“He’s not,”
Kris interjected. “It’ll be easy, really. Even I can figure that much out, from
what I’ve seen in the book. I wonder how the demons have been held back all
these years with no one noticing all the magic. Really, what a wizard can do is
purely amazing. What an archwizard can do is a bit beyond our comprehension.
Sure, it’ll require some organization, but wizards once ruled the world. The
wheel turns,” her voice assumed a portentous tone, “and we can rise again. It’s
not as though the current rulers are even half-way competent,” she shot Trish a
sharp look.
“Given,”
Trish nodded, “But still, you have to admit that world conquest sounds
ridiculous.”
“So did
magic, a scant week ago,” Chris contributed. “Any idea what the demons…” Chris’
voice trailed off as a girl came up to our table. Of the five, she was the one
who’d not chosen to utter insults. A quick search of my memory brought her name
to mind, Melissa Ericks, a cheerleader I’d seen around. Long brown hair, brown
eyes, and seriously built. Delegated as an emissary on a fact-finding mission,
probably due to her low position on the totem pole – which probably meant that
she wasn’t a total bitch.
“Hi,” she
started somewhat hesitantly, “I’m…”
“Melissa
Ericks, born 16 years and 63 days ago, address…”
“Hey!” she
almost shrieked, “How the hell do you know that?”
“Magic.”
“Come on,
really?”
“It’s on the
school computers. Your grade point average is…”
“Yeah, okay,
got it. How the hell do you remember all that shit? About everyone?” she seemed
genuinely curious, “And how come you’re not in jail?”
“Perfect
memory, not quite everyone, brains and lack of said.”
It took her a
moment to digest that, “Everyone at school, I meant.”
“Yes, I
remember everything about everyone in school. Of course, I’ve been rude, yet
again. Allow me to introduce Christine, Mickey, Kristen, and Trish. In case
you’re deaf, this is Melissa.”
“Ah, which
one’s your girlfriend?” she asked.
“Girlfriend?
Oh, none of them. Christine is me fiancée, the others are sex slaves.”
Trish and
Kris sputtered, nearly choking on what they munching, and glared at me. Mickey
was sitting on my lap, my arms wrapped around her, and I slid one hand beneath
her shirt, fondling a breast, fingers reaching to delicately pinch her nipple.
“What!” she
took a step back, the most delicious expression of shock on her face.
“I’m afraid
you’re not qualified for such a position,” I added.
“No talent?”
Kris asked.
“None
whatsoever.”
“You just
wouldn’t survive a real orgasm,” Chris interjected.
“Not to
mention the whips and chains,” Mickey said dryly, emitting a small moan as my
ministrations continued.
Melissa
retreated further, a horrified-fascinated look on her face. “You’re just sick!”
she announced, flouncing her way back to her friends.
“She’s
right, you know,” Trish commented.
“The word is
‘shameless’, Trish, not sick,” Kris giggled. “Did you see the look on her face?
Whaddya wanna bet that being tied up and ravished is one of her favorite
fantasies?”
“No bet,”
Chris shook her head.
Trish rolled
her eyes, “I think we’re done with the food, and I rested enough. Shopping,
anyone?”
There was a
bit of an argument concerning who would pay the bill, which Kris eventually
won. The triumphant expression on her face had me laughing, as I hadn’t
expected the cards to be that much of a novelty.
Shopping
with the girls was an interesting experience, not half as bad as I’d feared.
Their pleasure in showing me what they wanted and modeling the clothes for me
was infectious, and they were much more efficient than I’d expected. Shopping
as an art was apparently in the blood, because it took less than an hour to
pick a rather generous wardrobe for Di, from socks and undies outwards. We also
bought a truckload full of clothes for everyone else, and a surprising number
of gadgets, bits of jewelry, and ‘cute’ stuff. Everything from bath and massage
oils to Lonely Planet guides, fluffy dolls, posters, and some actual artwork.
The reminder that we were going to have an opportunity to redecorate a new
house served as all the license they needed to buy everything that took their
fancy. Working as the mule wasn’t much of a problem, as we made arrangements to
deliver most everything to the new house. Keeping watch for disguised demons
and other dangers wasn’t much of a distraction, as my magically enhanced senses
instantly pointed out anything even slightly suspicious, allowing me to focus
on it and dismiss it as non-threatening. Gradually, I relaxed.
Packing
things into the car was a bit of a problem, until Criss & Cross agreed to
share the front seat, leaving Trish squashed by packages in the back seat.
I took point
on the bike, alertness raised a notch, ready to warn them of any possible
police interference, but the drive went smoothly. It was difficult to keep the
reins on, not to use the full speed of the bike, but the smooth threading
through the afternoon traffic was enjoyable enough.
Di caught us
as we were unloading the car, slamming the door open and running into the
garage. She was dressed in clinging black leather, a slinky-slutty skirt-top
combination that didn’t leave too much to the imagination.
“Yow, your
sister’s got more clothes than everyone I know put together. And she’s a
complete skank, ye know?”
“Yes, I
know,” she jerked back in surprise at my lie. “Girls, this is Di, short for
Deirdre. Even my sister has better manners, as you’ve probably figured out. Di,
these are Trish, Christine, Kristen, and Mickey,” I introduced them. “You won’t
have to raid my sister’s closets again and endure her lack of taste. We bought
you a full wardrobe. Next time we go shopping, you can customize it, though by
then you’ll probably have enough magic to change the clothes to whatever you
like. These are yours,” I pointed to the bags.
It took
physical force to stop her from looking at everything there and then, and I
helped her carry everything to her room, leaving her pawing through the mass. She
just poured everything on the bed.
“If you want
to start studying more advanced spells, join us in the kitchen,” I told her as
I left.
I was not
overly surprised to find myself alone in the kitchen. Trish had a full wardrobe
of her own to settle, and the others hadn’t skimped, and hadn’t had quite
everything delivered. Figuring that a concentrated study session needed lots of
food, I began cooking like mad, using all my speed and almost every appliance.
I’d never engaged in a full-out race in the kitchen, and it was a lot of fun.
Mickey nearly went cross-eyed at everything I’d managed when she came in twenty
minutes later, and everyone else was also amazed.
“Why’d we
need so much grub?” Di asked testily. “I’m not that thin, and a tenth would
make me sick.”
“We’re going
to need a lot of food,” Chris explained calmly, “as this is going to be a major
study session. Magic feeds on the body, which in turn needs a lot of fuel. You
won’t believe how much you can shovel in.”
“Truth. But
there’s actually another way to gain energy,” I looked at Trish. “There’s a
second order spell that allows me to siphon energy from people. I need to cast
a second order spell on all our wizards here, Trish, and four of them are a bit
much for me. Can I take some energy from you? I won’t take too much, and you
can easily replenish it from the food and a night’s sleep.”
“I…” she bit
her lip, drawing back. “I suppose, this once. But you’re not going to make a
habit out of it, right?”
“Just for
emergencies, when there’s real need, and when you volunteer. I can’t promise
that I’ll ask permission when it’s an emergency,” I shrugged, “and I’ll never
take enough to harm you. Just remember, in an emergency, we’ll be fighting for
your life, too. I’ll need to make up rules for this sort of… well, vampirism.
That’s what it is, basically. We’ll go with common sense, for now, what I said.
When it’s an emergency,” I spoke to the girls, “take what you need. When it’s
not, ask for it. And never, never, take more than someone can give, unless you’re
trying to kill them anyway, in which case this method is as acceptable as any
other form of murder.”
My words
shook Trish and left Di pale, but the other three merely nodded. I held out my
hand to Trish and after a few seconds’ wait, she took it. The spell drained
enough energy to leave her weaving in her seat, and I told her to “Eat!” before
I went around, casting the intellect enhancement spell four times.
Trish began
to dig into the food with a ravenous intensity, and I directed my wizards as to
which spells they were to study, before I turned to my own work. I was alert
enough to notice Chris whispering into Mickey’s ear, but did not have the
opportunity to say anything before she slid under the table, slid her hand into
my pants, and took me in her mouth. After which, I wasn’t really capable of
coherent speech. If I’d thought she was good before, well… enhanced mental
capability came with a few unexpected bonuses, and her moist mouth and writhing
tongue were impossibly good. I lasted for less than three minutes, but with my
own enhancements managed a credible attempt at the sterility spell.
“Well?”
Chris demanded as Mickey cleaned up below.
“Not quite,”
I gasped, “but I almost made it. Practice, practice, practice,” I managed a
smile.
“What are
you babbling?” Di looked up from her book, “Practice getting blowjobs? Made
what?”
“He told you
about the first enhancement ritual, right?” Kris asked.
“Oh,”
understanding lit her face, “Practice magic while fucking, right?”
“Essentially,”
Mickey replied as she slithered up into her chair. Trish, cheeks red, had
looked assiduously away from the ‘action’.
The rest of
the evening passed quickly, as I studied spell after spell, helped my wizards
manage their wizard
sight, and gave them the details of my afternoon adventure. Fully enhanced, I
managed to learn and cast two third circle spells. Concentrating on battle
magics, I managed to break the second circles of life and energy manipulation,
casting a spell rotted flesh away – one less fish in Mom’s big aquarium – and
another that threw a telekinetic punch. It made studying second circle life and
energy manipulation spells much easier, but exhausted me. When I tumbled into
bed, close to midnight, even Mickey’s skilled mouth wasn’t capable of raising
the dead. She gave up on our 69 after she came for the third time and we curled
together, meditation falling away to restful sleep.
Waking up to
a blowjob must be every guy’s secret dream – I’d certainly read about it enough
times. It’s as good as advertised, erotic dream fading into even better
reality. Without enhancement spells, I didn’t even bother to try a spell,
spurting into Mickey’s throat with a groan. We tussled on the huge bed until I
caught her and held her down, nibbling on her breasts, going down, licking her
until she tried to tear my hair off and begged me to stop.
I put on a
pair of shorts, Mickey striding beside me, defiantly nude but for a pair of
slippers, and we went down to the kitchen, our usual gathering spot. Bedroom
games were cause enough to work up an appetite, even without magic.
A naked
Kristen was tied spread-eagled upon the kitchen table, light brown skin smooth
and hairless, a strip of black cloth blind-folding her, a red plastic gag
filling her mouth. Chris was kneeling next to her, black leather crop in hand,
nail tweaking a nipple.
“You know,
Kris, you really shouldn’t have mocked my inner geek. I’m ever so sensitive, if
not quite,” a thwap of the crop on flat stomach had me jumping, “as sensitive
as you are. Payback’s a bitch, but I’m afraid that’s Mistress Bitch to you,”
the crop struck on one thigh and then another in rapid succession, and her hips
rose from the table as the gag muffled whatever sounds she was trying to make.
Chris
noticed our presence and smiled widely, licking her lips at us. She jumped off
the table, showing that she was sans panties beneath the short red skirt, hard
nipples prominent against the thin material of her top. “Well?” she was flushed
with excitement, “What do you think?”
I looked at Mickey and couldn’t help but grin at the light
in her eyes. Mickey nodded sharply and turned to Chris, “We like.”