Chapter Fourteen


The cemetery was like most cemeteries. Tombstones everywhere. A few dirt roads, but then it was dark. Maybe there was more. With the situation I was in right now, I didn't really care.
To my surprise, once again, Killian was standing outside my door. He graciously opened it. I stepped out and punched him in the stomach. "You son of a bitch. I will kill you."
"I bet." He smiled and walked off. He went stand next to Chandra. This was all a fucking ploy. A stupid fucking ploy. Both Richard and I leaned against the Jeep. I don't know about him, but I was feeling a little low. Something about the mood tonight. Maybe the moon.
"My lady, how are you feeling?"
"None of your fucking business."
He looked hurt for a second, but sucked it up. "I was just asking because I want the corpse raised also. Greed is a powerful thing."
"Yeah, and I can see three greedy bastards now."
Richard laughed, but Maury hit him in the stomach with the butt of a rifle. My hands balled up into fists. Something bad was going to happen to Maury courtesy of me.
Chandra stepped forward and pulled me away from the Jeep.
"My child. No more waiting. The tombstone is right there. Raise the zombie now!"
"Fine."
I looked forward towards the grave, but remembered something quite important. "I need a human sacrifice. I need one now. Otherwise, you can forget about this corpse raising adventure."
"Alright. Killian come here."
His face fell into deep thought. He was going to die for his greed. I hope he liked it. Stupid son of a bitch.
He started walking backwards away from Chandra. He didn't want to die. Chandra was suddenly close to him. Her hissing and shrieking was back again. I'd have bet a hundred dollars that she was in her true vampire form. She grabbed Killian by the neck and jerked him about two feet off the ground. His face was turning red. He was screaming for his dear life, but I knew she wasn't going to kill him yet. She had to kill him at the time of the needed sacrifice.
I quickly took my place. While saying the necessary chants, I made the circle of magic I needed. I slit my wrist and the spell began. My chant grew louder and louder. The power sprung out for something. For something large. Larger then the blood from my wrist. I looked back at Chandra and motioned for her to come closer. She walked normally to me, even though she was carrying Killian by his throat. My voice was so very close to a scream by the time she squeezed his Adams apple and then ripped his throat out. His eyes went blank. She threw him right in front of me, letting the blood gush out at the needed location, as the power began to flow over all of us as a hot wind. Searching for a place to land. It felt like ten thousands hands beating at my skin at one time. It was almost overwhelming. I wanted to let the power take me under. I wanted to let it control me, but I had to take control of it. I focused the power on the tombstone right in front of me. Simione Barker. The power began to cool as soon as it found its mission. I felt the circle die down and Chandra move in closer to me. She started getting impatient with me, but the look I gave her was enough.
The power didn't quite go away. It just floated stiffly in one spot over the grave. It was extremely thick. So thick that if you walked through it, you'd have to swipe it away. I didn't plan on walking anywhere near it.
Chandra looked as though she was discouraged. I was beginning to wonder what else besides greed was making her feel that way.
I turned and looked at her. "Chandra, why are you here?"
"This corpse was my master. I was a slave back then." She fell into a deep trance as if thinking of it was too much of a hassle. "I wanted to be able to face him again. Maybe even kill him this time."
We were both shocked when two large hands came out of the ground. His hands braced himself while he rose out of the dirt. Chandra was ecstatic. She was almost jumping. Maury came behind me and pushed me out of the way. He almost knocked me to the ground. Richard walked close to me and stood beside me. He whispered in my ear, "That was amazing." I didn't know what to say. Death wasn't my specialty. The dead was.