The Offering

In the pitch black of night there were faint flickers of light coming from candles sitting on the ground in a semi-perfect circle.

Four teenage girls stood looking down a freshly dug grave in the middle of the woods.

In the bottom of the hole was an old potato sack that was still twitching.

Pity. For the person inside that is.

"We give to the, like Gods of the Underworld this offering!" The leader said first while cutting the palm of her hand and flicking blood onto the sack.

She passed the knife to her second in command.

"We give to the Gods of Death this offering." She said in a happy voice and cut her palm and flicked blood onto the sack.

She passed the knife to the third highest ranking girl, and laughed as a scream ripped forth from the bag.

"Iiiii giiivvveee toooo theeee Gooodsss ooooffff Ssssooouuullllssss thiiiissss oooofffffeeerrriiinnnggggg."

The third girl also cut her palm and flicked blood onto the bag, and ignored the leader muttering, "Tiffany dear, if you drag the invocation out any further then we might as well give up."

Tiffany then passed the blade to the lowest ranking person in the group.

The Lowest wheezed nervously, "Iiiii giiivveee to the Gooodddss offff rebirth this offferrring."

She then cut her palm quickly and avoided looking as she flicked her blood on the bag.

The instant that the last of the blood touched the bag, strange purple light began to rise up in the pit, quickly covering the potato sack, the screams and tears and pleas for mercy grew and grew, and Leader relished every minute of it.

The purple light grew more and more brilliant as it reached the rim of the hole.

"It's time!" The leader hissed with glee.

Without needing to be told further, The Lowest took a small cup that had been set aside for just this moment and placed it into the light and pulled it back quickly.

She then displayed the once empty cup to the group; it was now filled with a purple liquid that smelled like death.

They each took a sip from the cup in reverse order and chanted, "So Mote be."

As soon as the cup left the Leader's lips, she chucked it at the light and it shattered into a million pieces that floated in the light for a tantalizing moment before sinking away.

Then there was a sudden flash of white light and the sound of lightning.

And jsut as suddenly as it had all begun, it was over.

The group looked at the space where there had once been a hole, now there was fresh grass and soil, seemingly undisturbed.

"The Gods have like, accepted the offering!" The Leader cheered.

"This is great Sandi!" her Second added with glee, "Not only did we get rid of Tori and her fat mouth, the gods were pleased enough that our youth will be preserved until we turn sixty!"

"Iiiii wooonnndddeerrr ifff weeee caaannn offfeeerrr sooommmeeetttthhhiinnnggg eeelllssseee toooo stttaayyy yooouuunnngggg fooorrrreeevvveeerrr." Tiffany pondered.

"I don't think there's anything that good out there Tiffany," the Lowest replied with a sigh.

"Don't worry about that Sta-ce." Sandi stated back, "There is and we'll find it."

As the rest of the Fashion Club agreed with her, Sandi hoped that it was true, otherwise one day she'd have to become, old!