FIFTEEN
* * *
"Soon," Andrew said.
They were in the basement, hunched around a table, the remains of a pizza between them. The table was one of those kinds that folded up, the chairs likewise. They had played boardgames on such a table, in the old days.
Panzer division takes hill 432.
Jonathan wiped his lips with his sleeve. His clothes were dirty; theirs were too. He wondered what the light of the sun would feel like against his face.
Warren nodded. He had that look in his eyes, that look that never stopped roaming, that never stopped burning into you.
"Once Geyrz comes, we'll have everything. This whole town. We'll be the overlords."
"Sex slaves?" Andrew asked. His voice quivered a bit with a dark hunger.
Warren looked at him and smiled.
"Every girl in town. Your own little harem."
Andrew nodded. His laugh was a tiny hiss.
"Yeah."
Jonathan felt Warren's eyes move to him.
"What about you?"
"What?" he answered.
"What are you gonna do, when we own this town?"
Jonathan shrugged. Maybe I'll die, he thought.
Warren smiled, reached out and punched his shoulder playfully. "We're gonna have power, boys. Not even the slayer will be able to stop us. Maybe we can put her in Andrew's harem. How about that?"
Andrew nodded again, licked grease from the pizza from his lips. "Yeah."
Jonathan picked at his nose. His mouth was dry and he wondered if he was going to be able to keep his meal down. And he thought about power, what it meant. Once he had had power, but it had all been that spell, and things had just gone wrong. He remembered the twins, their lilting Swedish accents, their perfect, beautiful smiles. He remembered them going away, like everyone always did, in the end.
Power.
You have the power.
Life and death.
He glanced over at the closed door to the small room in the back.
* * *
"Soon," Andrew said.
They were in the basement, hunched around a table, the remains of a pizza between them. The table was one of those kinds that folded up, the chairs likewise. They had played boardgames on such a table, in the old days.
Panzer division takes hill 432.
Jonathan wiped his lips with his sleeve. His clothes were dirty; theirs were too. He wondered what the light of the sun would feel like against his face.
Warren nodded. He had that look in his eyes, that look that never stopped roaming, that never stopped burning into you.
"Once Geyrz comes, we'll have everything. This whole town. We'll be the overlords."
"Sex slaves?" Andrew asked. His voice quivered a bit with a dark hunger.
Warren looked at him and smiled.
"Every girl in town. Your own little harem."
Andrew nodded. His laugh was a tiny hiss.
"Yeah."
Jonathan felt Warren's eyes move to him.
"What about you?"
"What?" he answered.
"What are you gonna do, when we own this town?"
Jonathan shrugged. Maybe I'll die, he thought.
Warren smiled, reached out and punched his shoulder playfully. "We're gonna have power, boys. Not even the slayer will be able to stop us. Maybe we can put her in Andrew's harem. How about that?"
Andrew nodded again, licked grease from the pizza from his lips. "Yeah."
Jonathan picked at his nose. His mouth was dry and he wondered if he was going to be able to keep his meal down. And he thought about power, what it meant. Once he had had power, but it had all been that spell, and things had just gone wrong. He remembered the twins, their lilting Swedish accents, their perfect, beautiful smiles. He remembered them going away, like everyone always did, in the end.
Power.
You have the power.
Life and death.
He glanced over at the closed door to the small room in the back.
