Last part and Happy Halloween everyone! The rules used and the Latin translation are at the end of the story. Take the translation with a grain of salt however as I used an online translator and I don't know how accurate it truly is.
Everything Is Not What It Seems
"What?" Isabel asked, head whipping over to Alex, her heart thrumming and eyes widening in alarm, a trickle of panic sliding over her as she stared at the blue-eyed boy fearfully. "What do you mean he isn't here?"
"Exactly as I said," Alex grated, eyes slightly wild as he looked around the diner, praying his friend was just playing a sick joke on him, all the while fighting the sinking feeling in his stomach that he was truly missing. "He isn't here."
"Well did you look in…?" Isabel demanded, her eyes flashing at the other boy glacially as she started to brush past him to go look for Kyle, her heart in her throat.
"I looked every where," Alex bit out a bit sharper than intended, grabbing her wrist as she passed, his face softening as fear flickered in the blond's eyes. "He isn't in the building."
"Oh God," Maria choked, pressing her hands to pale cheeks, her eyes going wild and voice rising in pitch and decibels, nervously pacing in the small, confined space as she babbled mindlessly. "Oh God, I knew this was going to happen, I knew he wouldn't come back, it's just like all those movies. Whenever someone says they'll be right back it's like …painting a target on your back and saying come and get me. Oh God, Oh God…" Halting suddenly, she stared at her friends in abject horror as she asked in a hushed, shaking voice, making Isabel blanch. "….he's already dead isn't he?"
"Maria!" Liz hissed, her eyes flicking over the tall blond alien as she sagged against the wall, pain and fear growing in her eyes with every thoughtless word her best friend uttered and spun around, slapping her friend lightly across the cheek, hard enough to mean business but not hard enough to leave a mark as she commanded. "Shut. Up."
"You hit me," Maria whispered, her hand flying to her cheek as she stared at the quietly fuming brunette in disbelief before her eyes narrowed into thin slits and her lips thinned, her temper pricking as she advanced on Liz. "I can't believe you hit me."
"Well, I'm going to zap you in a moment," Isabel stated menacingly, her eyes flicking over the other blond heatedly, fists clenching and a disturbingly pleasant smile sliding over her lips as Maria's throat convulsed. "Now shut the hell up so we can figure out what happened to my boyfriend and brother."
"Fine," Maria snapped, swinging away from Liz, who sent Isabel a grateful smile before sinking back into deep thought, her momentary anger cooling as the gravity of their situation hit. Pressing her lips together, Maria skirted the seething alien and headed towards the door, her eyes sliding angrily to the still shaken, pale brunette. "But when this is over, we are so having…."
"Anyone have tape?" Michael interrupted, a slightly vicious smile sliding over his face as he stared at his former girlfriend, snickering when she flicked a fiery glare in his direction, opening her mouth to reply before closing it and huffing instead as he queried pointedly "Maybe super glue? We'd have a lot less distractions."
"Why don't we move this outside," Tess suggested, stepping between the two combatants as she looked around nervously and holding up her cell phone, gently started maneuvering her friends to the door. "I don't like the feel of this place. Maybe if we walk a bit we can get some service on the cell."
"And do what?" Michael snorted, bringing up the back as they headed out the door, a sardonic grin twisting his lips as Tess flicked him a slightly irritated look, her lips compressing in a thin, warning smile. "Call the psycho hotline and ask them what they would do in our shoes?"
"Don't you mean, psychic?" Maria sniped, a shiver passing through her body as the cool October wind met with her still damp clothing and hair, smiling in thanks as Tess quickly evaporated the water from her shirt, warming her slightly.
"No, I meant exactly what I said," Michael lofted arrogantly as he snaked an arm around Liz, missing her affronted look as he continued to needle Maria, knowing her regard of the great Madam Vivian. "Anyone that thinks they can predict the future is high or has serious delusion issues."
"Excuse me?" Liz grated, pulling away from the tall alien with an offended look, chocolate eyes flashing with a bronze fire as she had just come into her powers, which included of all things – premonitions of future event. Tapping her foot impatiently, she cocked a bow, her lips thinning as Michael flashed her a sheepish grin, wincing just the slightest at her angry moue.
"Not you," he placated hastily, cringing internally when the petite brunette merely snorted and spun on her heel, pushing through the door and walked away with a frown pasted on her face as he grunted, mumbling to no one in particular as he followed. "Real psychics don't do it for money."
"Are we done here?" Tess griped, rubbing her head as she fixed her sullen brother with an irritated look as he stared after his annoyed girlfriend, chuckling mirthlessly as she walked out the doorway to join the others on the deserted sidewalk. "And I meant call for reinforcements, you ass."
"Whatever," Michael griped, nodding towards the sidewalk as he fell in with a miffed brunette who ignored him pointedly as she stalked towards their hotel rooms, a shiver running down his spine as he looked around the empty streets, the sinister quiet making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he muttered. "Let's go."
"That's the best idea anyone's had all night," Alex agreed in a low, uneasy tone, wrapping a comforting arm around both Maria and Isabel as the diminishing group hiked quickly down the sidewalk, Tess taking the lead, staring at her cell phone plaintively as she tried to get a signal. "The sooner we can find Max and Kyle and get the hell out of Creepville the better I'll feel."
"Agreed," Isabel said quietly, a fine tremble running through her as she perused the shadows, her cheeks and lips pale, cowering into Alex's side as horrific scenes ripped through her mind and she prayed that both boys were all right.
Silence descended over the group as they walked along, each of the lost in their thoughts as they headed away from the diner, Michael naturally falling to the rear so he could watch over and protect the remaining group, Liz falling in beside him despite her initial annoyance at his comments. Wrapping an arm around her, he squeezed her lightly and pressed his lips to her temple, garnering him a weak smile as she leaned into him.
Alex tightened his grip on his two friends for a moment and the released them, walking towards Tess, who lead the group by a good five feet, fruitlessly trying to get a signal on her cell phone and smiled the slightest when she muttered quietly to herself, obviously disgusted with the entire situation they found themselves in.
"Damn it," Tess cursed under breath, running an agitated hand through her hand as she stared at her cell phone with mounting frustration and startled as a figure came up to her side, smiling in relief when she saw her boyfriend's warm blue eyes.
"Nothing?" Alex asked quietly as he slid up next to her, smiling weakly when startled cerulean eyes met his and he dropped a light kiss onto her upturned lips, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, his nerves taut and zinging as the far too still, stagnant air added to the growing apprehension swirling in his gut.
"No," Tess grunted, disgust and a trace of fear filling her voice as she snuggled into his side, deriving comfort in his calm façade, even if it were a front. "Not even a single bar."
"Can't you, I don't know, just wiggle your magic fingers and make it work?" Maria piped up, drawing three sets of exasperated eyes towards her and she held up her hands defensively, shrugging her shoulders when they all spun towards her and glared.
"It doesn't work that way moro…." Isabel bit out, her tone hard as nails as she swung around and pinned the shorter blond with a fiery glare, her body coiling with tension as she started toward her with a slow, menacing pace, getting heartily sick her blathering.
"Isabel!" Tess interrupted, snagging the tall alien's arm and shaking her head gently, knowing that the other girl was terrified for both of the men she loves and was lashing out at anyone and everyone in her distress. "That's not helping."
"Whatever," Isabel muttered, throwing Maria one last disgusted glance before spinning on her heel and walking back to join Liz and Michael, leaning her head on his shoulder when he wrapped an arm around her.
"I say zap her," Michael whispered loudly near the blond's ear, flicking a sly look at Maria, smirking when she stared back balefully before huffing and spinning on her heel. "It's usually the dumb, screaming blond that gets everyone killed anyway."
"Fuck you, Spaceboy," Maria spat heatedly, her green eyes sparking with a violent light and crossed her arms over her chest petulantly as he sniggered, his arm squeezing Liz tightly to his side as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and snarked. "No thanks, I prefer…."
"Michael!" Liz cried, sending her unrepentant boyfriend a disapproving moue, an exasperated sigh slipping past her lips as he grinned and kissed her lightly on the cheek, eliciting an eye roll and a reluctantly amused snort from the brunette.
"Enough!" Isabel cried, finally losing her patience with all the banter and general commentary in her anxiety of Kyle and Max, her ice queen persona slipping into place as she tossed them all a haughty, aggravated glance. "Can we please focus on finding Kyle and Max?"
"Sorry," the group murmured as a collective, a flash of guilt flashing through Michael's gut as he sent the tall blond an apologetic glance and focused on the matter at hand, while Tess and Maria exchanged an ashamed glance, none of them noticing Alex and Liz's distraction until the blue-eyed boy spoke. "Liz? Are you okay?"
"I know this place," Liz whispered, drawing away from Michael's side, cloudy, dark eyes staring into the trees to the side of them, bewilderment lacing her voice as she spun in a tight circle, her eyes flitting over the wooded area, slightly dazed.
"Well yeah," Michael agreed, looking at Liz strangely, her disoriented expression sending his protective instincts on alert given her ability to get visions as he often did. Despite his teasing earlier, he trusted her instincts implicitly. "We walked past it earlier"
"No," she shook her head in negation, meeting Micheal's concerned gaze as he came to a standstill before her, pointing to the woods at her right with a thoughtful frown. "I mean I know this place. Something about it is teasing the edge of my memory, like I've been here before. It feels…familiar. But I know I've never stepped foot in this town before today."
"Like a dream or vision?" Tess asked quietly staring into the dense brush and trees, a chill sliding over the back of her neck as a cold wind picked up, making the woods creak and groan in its wake, the limbs dancing and moving enough to let through a soft glow of light in the distance.
"Not quite," Liz murmured, her brow furrowing as she stared at the flickering light shining like a beacon and shivered as some…thing or memory tugged at the back of her mind, the wind curling around her and tempting her to move forward. "But you saw the painting, what if?"
"What if what?" Alex asked cautiously, watching the brunette's face carefully, uneasy with the light he saw growing in her eyes and exchanged a nervous glance with Michael, who looked equally nonplussed before turning back to his friend.
"What of I've lived before?" Liz asked faintly, her throat convulsing as she swallowed harshly, her heart picking up in tempo and her skin tingling as a curious numbness swept over her body. "Or at the very least, descended from whoever was in the painting."
"You don't actually believe…" Michael scoffed slightly, wincing when Alex and Liz's irritated gazes swung towards him, Liz's lips pressing together as she lofted a mocking brow and gestured to him and his siblings with her hand disparagingly.
"Hello? I'm talking to cloned…reincarnated…whatever the hell you are…alien royalty hybrids," Liz snarked, her lip curling sardonically as she shook her head in slight disgust and cocked her hand on one hip. "At this point I believe anything is possible."
"She's got a point," Maria supplied helpfully, nodding her head thoughtfully as she stared at the three slightly annoyed aliens and shrugging when Michael scowled down at the pretty brunette, his arms crossing over his chest defensively.
"Okay, fine," Michael lofted patronizingly, his Adam's apple bobbing and he swallowed convulsively, a cold sweat snaking over his back as Liz stepped up to him menacingly, an unusual gleam shining in the depths of smoky ebony eyes. "Say you are, what does your gut tell you?"
"That we'll find our answers that way," Liz stated succinctly, her gaze fixated on the flickering light in the distance, the small, placid, almost creepy smile sliding over her lips making the others shift uncomfortably as they too flicked their eyes to the flame.
"Uh…are you sure we want to do that?" Maria asked hesitantly, sliding apprehensive eyes from Liz to the dark, dense forest before them and back again, swallowing thickly as the brunette slowly turned to her eyes twinkling with dark amusement.
"No," she replied dryly, the corners of her mouth quirking before she turned to the forest and walked over to a low concrete wall, mesmerized by the flickering flames in the distance for a moment before swinging her leg over and straddling it as she shrugged, tossing them a pointed look. "But do you have any other ideas?"
"I for one, trust Liz," Tess replied, staunchly defending the brunette, even if the idea of going into the woods made her skin crawl, but if Liz was convinced their friends were in the forest, she believed her. "She's never steered us wrong before."
"Agreed," Alex murmured, taking Tess's hand as she moved towards the low wall, both of them climbing over it to join Liz, who was standing still on the outskirts of the trees, looking around with a slight bemused expression. "But we stay together, no separating."
"I don't like this," Michael mused, scratching at his brow absently as he moved towards the three, leaving Maria to stare incredulously after them, trying to decipher if they'd all gone insane before she sighed heavily and joined them. Standing beside Liz, Michael dipped his head down, touching her cheek softly and pressed a kiss on her forehead as he murmured. "But I trust your instincts."
"You take the front?" Isabel asked as she too joined them, turning to Michael with a questioning look, her brows rising in inquiry as she gestured to the group, determined to get this leg of their expedition on with as she didn't like the vibes she was getting off both the woods and Liz. "I'll take the rear?"
"No way," Michael refuted with a stubborn shake of his head, flicking darkened whiskey eyes over the woods and chuckled humorlessly. "You're in front with Liz and I'll take the rear so I can watch over everyone. After all, they always go after the straggler, right?"
"Don't even joke about that," Liz cried, snapping out of her bemusement to smack Michael on the arm, horror flashing over her features that he could be so flippant about the situation, fixing him with a glare. "It's not funny!"
"Hey, I'll be okay," he whispered, running a hand over her hair soothingly, pulling her into his body as he leaned his brow against hers. "I have powers to protect me and everyone else. You're need in the front to guide and Isabel has a pretty strong blast if it becomes necessary. I'll feel better taking the rear where I can watch over you all and I have a better chance of getting away. Okay?"
"Yeah, but I still don't like it," Liz grumbled, leaning into him heavily for a moment before sighing and tipping her face up to kiss him lightly and then pulled away, opening her senses to that niggling thrum in the back of her head as she took the lead with Isabel.
"Wow…I think that's the longest string of words I've ever heard from you, Guerin," Alex cracked, snickering when Michael flicked a menacing glare his way and his eyes filled with a bit of awe as well as humor as he tried to ease their nerves a bit.
"Shove it beanpole," Michael snorted, an evil smile sliding over his face as he shoved the taller boy in front of him, nodding towards the two blonds falling in behind Isabel and Liz. "Your pansy ass is in the middle with Tess and Maria. Shall we?"
"Okay, let's go," Liz muttered, stepping beneath the canopy, the dark wrapping around her and Isabel, swallowing them completely. Pausing for a moment, Liz and Isabel allowed their eyes to adjust as a soft, flare of light glowed from the palm of Isabel's hand, casting an eerie, flickering glow over their faces as they steeled their spines and pushed on, picking through the wood carefully, eyes darting into the shadow on either side.
Swallowing thickly, the remaining four followed, a deafening silence filling the hollow around them, only the harsh rasp of their collective breaths and the creaking, crackling trees breaking the void. A shiver ran down Tess's spine as she cocked her head, holding her breath for a moment, fear skittering over her nerves as she realized the area was strangely devoid of any animal activity – no hoots, no cries, no rustling of leaves outside the wind – it was if a pall rested over the entire wood.
"Anyone freaked out by the lack of noise," Maria whispered quietly, her voice shaking and she swallowed harshly, meeting Alex and Tess's eyes, nodding quietly when she saw fear and worry reflected back to her. Turning back to Isabel and Liz, she frowned when she saw the girls pause and Liz searched the area with a distracted air, the unnatural silence permeating the wood eliciting a small chill as the brunette turned to them, having heard Maria's softly spoken words.
"They know to stay away," Liz whispered as she turned to them, a strange, benign smile sliding over her face, her nerves unusually calm and peaceful before she turned back around and stepped away from Isabel, walking through the woods as if she knew every single inch and had taken this walk multiple times before.
The remaining five shot alarmed looks at each other, Isabel's light faltering and flickering out for a moment as they watched the petite girl curiously, an uneasy feeling cramping in the pits of their stomachs as she moved on without them, as if almost in a trance, the light, airy chuckle spilling from her lips freaking them out more than the entire evening combined.
"Okay, that's kind of creepy," Isabel grimaced as the rest of the group caught up with her, a visible shudder wracking her body as she stared after the tiny brunette, her stomach rolling sickly as Liz stepped up on a low grade into a patch of silver moonlight, the cool ribbon casting an eerie glow over her features.
Michael shot a puzzled look over at Alex, who had stop dead and gaped at the petite girl before snapping his mouth shut and frowning, meeting the tall, gruff alien's eyes and shrugging, gesturing to Liz. "Don't look at me dude. She's your girlfriend. Maybe knowing you guys finally snapped something in her head."
Cocking her head to the side, Liz paused for a moment, her eyes sliding shut and lifted her arms above her head, chanting a string of unfamiliar words and then fell silent, a current of energy pulsing out into the night, making the aliens senses tingle and stand on end as she opened her eyes and nodded before continuing on her trek. "He's there."
"Who?" Isabel asked hesitantly as they all scrambled to keep up with her near skipping pace, the others exchanging bewildered looks as they stumbled through the brush, the light growing brighter the closer they drew. Liz tilted her head and smiled enigmatically, intoning darkly, "Ezra."
"Who's Ezra?" Michael asked quietly as he moved to the front, more concerned with his girlfriend's unusual behavior than what might be behind them, placing a hand on her back as she continued to move towards the rapidly approaching clearing. Frowning when she didn't answer, his face grew ashen when they broke through the trees into an old, abandoned cemetery and his mouth dropped as two familiar faces came into view, one with a fanatical gleam, the other groggy and terrified, bound to what looked like an obsidian table. "Well shit."
"What?" Tess asked with confusion, pushing at the wall of tall aliens and humans blocking her view and walking through the space they'd created when they stepped aside. Her jaw dropped comically when she spied Max standing at the head of the small graveyard, dressed in a floor-length, billowing black robe, the hood drawn up and casting a sinister shadow over his face, the flames from nearby torches flickering over his face. "What the hell is going on?"
Closing her mouth, she tore her eyes from Max when a angry grunt of frustration caught her ear and she looked down, her eyes bugging as they landed on a trussed-up, bare-chested Kyle bound to a shiny, black table. Snorting indelicately, her hand flew up to her mouth to cut of the hysterical giggle bubbling in her throat and turned her face away, her eyes immediately sobered as she noted that Liz was facing Max with an icy smile.
"Ezra," Liz intoned, disapproval lacing her voice as she stepped into the crumbling graveyard, carefully stepping between the moldering, musty graves beneath her feet, cool ebony eyes fixated on Max as she approached the ritual area, a small frown marring her face. Tearing her eyes away from him, scathing irises slid over the three minions bowing at his feet and she gave a disdainful sniff as they cowered in her presence. "You were warned to stay away."
"Ellsveta," Max greeted, his eyes fixating on his brunette nemesis, a frown sliding over his face as he toyed with the long, obsidian crystal in one hand, a slender black blade in the other as he stepping beside Kyle, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes as the others watched the unfolding scene in stunned disbelief. "I should have known you'd show."
"Couldn't let you have all the fun, now could I, Ezzie?" She smirked, a cool smile sliding over her lips as she approached a small, burnt knoll in the middle of the cemetery, a tingle of energy flowing over her body as she stepped on the place of power, facing the man at the altar with a winged brow, her smirk deepening when he scowled and huffed in indignation at her nickname for him, her eyes sparkling when Kyle piped up.
"Stay a virgin, she says...you'll be safe, she says...does this look safe to you, Blondie!" Kyle griped, tipping his head up to glare at Maria balefully, then tossing a disparaging smirk at the man behind him. "Of all the indignities, being a virgin sacrifice takes the cake. You know, I always did wonder about your sexual preference, Evans. Most men would choose a young, nubile female to sacrifice. But noooooo….not you, you mutant, alien freak."
"Silence, imbecile," Max grated, flicking his hand down, a thin, black blade pressing to Kyle's neck and grit his teeth, glowering at the boy menacingly, his lips twisting cruelly as Kyle blanched, going deadly still in order to avoid the blade slicing into his skin. "Or I will silence you myself."
"Tsk, tsk, Ezzie, you might as well come out of the closet," Liz chuckled softly, an enigmatic grin flitting over her face as Max's face turned a mottled purple and the others tittered at her implication, her eyes sliding to them slyly before resting on the dark-haired boy again. "It is acceptable in this day and age apparently. Might as well come clean."
"I knew it!" Kyle crowed loudly, swallowing in relief when the knife lifted from his throat and was pointed at Liz instead, sweat glistening on his brow in the low, flickering light as he taunted Max further, deep-blue irises sparkling maliciously. "I knew there was something to that whole phallic object theory!"
"Foolish to taunt me, Ellsveta," Max spat, his eyes gleaming fanatically as he raised the knife and crystal into the air, the black bleeding to a deep, red burn and tipped his head back, words spilled over his lips in a venomous tangle. "*Cruor of meus cruor , lacrima pluvia nox noctis divum , EGO dico ut thee…Shaitan!"
A wall of dark shadows coiled around his body, head thrown back triumphantly as he met Liz's eyes, frowning when she only lifted on eyebrow coolly, wholly unimpressed with his little display of power and he growled as the rest of the words faltered on his lips and his eyes widened with fear as he saw her spread her arms wide, her eyes sliding shut and brow pinching in concentration.
Max swallowed as her skin grew translucent and molded over her bones tautly, an ethereal light making olive skin glow, as if she were lit from the inside and his lungs constricted as swirls of white light wafted from the mound, adding to the stunning light display encircling and cocooning her body, power radiating around her like a second skin.
Liz sunk into herself, the warm well of her powers, both the new, with an alien tinge, and the ancient, a leftover bequeathment from a long dead ancestor, bathing her from the inside out, expanding and tightening her skin, filling her with an unimaginable light and a completeness that she hadn't had since being tossed into the alien abyss. Opening her eyes, she smiled at Max serenely, his haggard, uncertain expression not moving her in the least bit and she nodded quietly, thrusting on hand to the air, a pure, white light shooting from her fingertips and slowly pushing back the dark whorls his words had generated.
Max frowned, gritting his teeth as he delved deeper into his self and reached for every last drop of power within, his body coiling tightly as he shoved every remaining bit into the stream of magic and power swirling around him, gasping as the light teased his skin and taunted him through the murky haze. Clenching his hands, he smiled triumphantly as the light seemed to loose its hold just slightly before his eyes widened with incredulity as Liz's hand drifted down and curled her hand into her body, the light pulsing brightly, her words reverberating through the night.
"You, have no power here," Liz whispered softly, the words ringing through the clearing as she pulled onto the last embers of the fire burning beneath her skin, fixing Max with a steely smile, determined to purge the this place of the magic he invoked. Pooling all of her energy into her hand, she unfurled it, shooting it straight out at Max, the power crackling down her arm and through her hand, striking the crystal, shattering it into tiny pieces, her eyes hazing and vision graying, a satisfied grin shining as Max folded and she slumped to the warm, dense earth.
~...~
Liz came to abruptly, head jerking up with a cry, her eyes looking around the room wildly; the low, bluish light of a TV filtering hazily through her lashes. Recognizing Michael's apartment, she drew in a deep, shuddering sigh, the memory of that night's horror fest slowly creeping into her awareness and she dropped her head onto a warm, solid surface, stiffening when her pillow grunted in protest.
"Hey, hey, easy there," Michael whispered soothingly, tightening his hold on her when she made to lift up once more, his hand running over her head, his fingers deftly massaging her scalp and neck, smiling when she relaxed under his hands and laid her head on his chest once more, allowing the small, sweet gesture.
"Where is everyone?" she asked hazily, her brain still frantically trying to make sense of her dream as well as how she ended up laying on top of Michael and using him as pillow as she had been sitting on the opposite end of the couch when they started the horror movie marathon to celebrate Halloween. Not that she was complaining but it was unusual for the alien to let her this close.
"They left," he murmured, still stroking her neck and shoulders, his breath catching as soft, smooth skin glided under his fingertips, her body loosing itself under his ministrations, melting around him and he bit back a groan as a wave of fire shot through his body. "You fell asleep mid-movie and when I sat on the couch, ended laying your head on my shoulder, snuggling up into me. They were going to wake you, but I told them to just let you be."
"Oh…um…sorry about that," she murmured, her cheeks flushing as she reluctantly pulled away to let him up, falling back when he tightened his grip once more and refused to let her go, a small smile tugging her lips as his hand slid over her back softly. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.
"Not complaining. I kinda enjoyed it," he rasped huskily, a teasing lilt entering into whiskey eyes as he looked down his chest at her when she tipped her head towards him, their eyes meshing and her breath caught in her throat as contemplative dark irises traveled over her face slowly. "You do have interesting dreams, Parker. Twisted. Kinda creepy, but interesting. Hell of a way to exorcise Maxwell from your life."
"Michael…uh…any chance you just forgetting about what you saw?" she cringed slightly, her eye sliding shut and cheeks flaming as she realized he must have been sucked into her dream somehow and saw, not only her dramatic demise of Max, but her, now not so secret, fantasy of them in a relationship.
"Mmmmm…maybe," he smiled, twisting a lock of mahogany hair around his finger absently, his eyes heating up as he teased the curve of her neck with the tip of one finger, a half-smile touching his lips when a delicate shiver coursed through her body, her response sending a warm, delicious ache through his. "But I am curious about one thing."
"What's that?" she whispered, her eyes opening half-mast to meet warmed, spiced-brandy, her breath stalling as he gripped her around the waist and rolled over, pinning her into cushions of the couch, his hands running over her skin gently. Swallowing thickly, her heart sped up as his head dipped, his breath fanning over her face as he stared at her sleepily, rubbing his nose against hers affectionately.
"This," he breathed, leaning over and brushing his lips against hers in a slow, sweet, barely there caress before sinking into her body and deepening it, purring in the back of his throat as her body curled around his in invitation. "Mmmm…remind me to thank the midget for horror night if this what I get out of it."
"How…umm…mmm, God Michael…" she stammered breathlessly, her hand curling into soft silky waves as she pulled him closer, brushing her lips against his in soft kisses, each one deepening a little more with every pass. "How...how do I know…this isn't…part of…the…their plan and we're about to die."
"Guess you don't," he rumbled, the soft, sexy chuckle spilling over his lips sending a he rush of heat over her skin and he traced a hot, wet line over her bottom lip, quipping smartly before he cut off all other conversation with his mouth. "But at least if we die, what a way to go."
~...~
*The Latin roughly translated to: "Blood of my blood, tears raining the night sky, I call to thee…" I used an on-line translator though, so no guarantees on the accuracy.
Rules used
Rule 1. Firstly, never drink or do drugs and stay a virgin.
Rule 2. Never say that you'll be right back because you won't be.
Rule 6. Big breasts and blond hair are a death-wish
Rule 8: If you find a town that looks deserted, it's probably for a good reason. Take the hint and stay away.
Rule 10. Never read a book of demon summoning aloud, even as a joke.
Rule 14. If you come into possession of a strange old artifact and any exotic person (old wizened oriental, gypsy, indian medicine man) warns you to do/not do something, do not do just the opposite in order to demonstrate how silly they are.
Rule 15. Anniversary nights of executions, horrible murders, or terrifying rituals should be viewed with fear. Especially on the spot where the event took place. Most especially on even century anniversaries. And certainly if you or a friend is somehow descended from one of the original participants.
Rule 16. If your friend turns into a demon and then suddenly turns back to normal, kill them because they are not normal!
Rule 17. Kill the person in the group who suggests that you split up. They will eventually get you killed.
Rule 19. Go ahead and slap the screaming hysterical girl, she will be the one to distract everyone when there really is danger.
Rule 21. Take heed of all warnings from animals and children. They usually know more than you do.
Rule 27. Never stand in, on, above, below, beside or anywhere near a grave, tomb, crypt, mausoleum or any other house of the dead.
Rule 32. Remember: Showing Skin=Death.
Rule 34. Never watch a horror movie while you're in a horror movie.
Rule 37. Never say "Who's there?" It's a death wish.
Rule 39. Never think or say things couldn't possible get worse; that is just begging the fates, demons, monsters, etc. to be prove you wrong.