Part 57 (1/2)
The newly arrived man, the high priest, Megan presumed, walked to the tree where Morwenna, now silent and slumped, was bound. He paused long enough to kick her. But she had been drugged, and all he received for his efforts was a moan.
He strode to the altar then and looked down, smiling. ”h.e.l.lo, Megan. I can see that you're awake. It will all be over soon. Hm. You always were a pretty piece of baggage, hm?”
She knew the voice. Far too well.
”Joseph. What a shock. Couldn't stand the fact that your wife was liked better than you, or that in a Wiccan society, she was simply far more important and powerful.””Megan, you are a b.i.t.c.h.”
”Joseph, I should have known.”
”How would you? I'm just your cousin's husband. A good Wiccan. Following her every word. And listening to her rant and rave this last week! G.o.d, how I laughed inside!”
”You're going to rot in h.e.l.l, Joseph.”
”Not until I've had one h.e.l.l of a good life here, baby. Bac-Dal is real. You've met him. He's been in your husband already.”
”But you're the one who committed murder. Because not you-or your Bac-Dal-could make him do so.”
”Megan, you're going to die.”
He pulled his cowl back, smiling at her, and reached for the chalice at the end of the altar.
”My children! We will begin!”
Sara came running up to him. ”But the priestess-!”
”Will be here in her own good time! We drink! First, the cold blood that has gathered and simmered, and within it, a touch of blood from the vessels who will accept the essences of Bac-Dal and our priestess, renewing life! We drink their blood, and we ingest the traces of their hair within it, as we have offered up the bracelet, and the guitar picks of the vessels, to the flames. For the form is given life by energy, and the energy of our G.o.d and our priestess will take over the form of the victims. First, the cold blood... I” He paused and drank. ”And then... the blood of the sacrifice!”
Martha waited until the others were gone.
Then she yelled at Andy.
”You old coot! You've done nothing!” she raged. She smiled regally then, and rose. ”I'd kill you, if you were worth it. But you'll die in your own time. You silly fool, ranting on and on, telling more than you should have! I think I'll let the cops find you here... they can just speculate on what happened!”
She slapped his unfeeling face, and shook her head in disgust. She simply had to go. It was getting late. She knew where the cemetery was. And she intended to get there quickly.
Oh, but she couldn't wait to see their faces now!
Except...
She frowned.
They knew.
They knew... and that was why they hadn't allowed her into their circle.
No matter.
It was almost complete. She would shed her aging, sagging skin, her aches and pains. And as soon as they drank the blood of the last moon and that of the new sacrifice... She would be young and beautiful again. She would be the bride of the all-powerful demon, Bac-Dal.
They best not have marred Megan's flesh-her flesh now-in any way!
They could hear the chanting as they came to the woods. Finn kept his position between Lucian and Ragnor. Sean Canady, Brent Malone, Rick Beaudreaux, Tara, Jordan, Maggie, and Ann were arranged at their sides, tossing salt in an arc as they walked along.
Father Brindisi walked at the front, alternating between the Lord's Prayer and the Nineteenth Psalm. He carried a large chalice of holy water before him, casting droplets as they walked.
In time, they saw the circle before them.
Finn started violently, seeing Megan, s.h.i.+vering, trembling, pale and freezing upon the altar. It was as he had dreamed, so often!
There she was, waiting, and he...
He gritted his teeth hard, and forced himself to repeat Father Brindisi's words.
The Satanists saw them coming, and apparently expected them.
The Satanic priest, officiating at the altar, was clad in a black cloak, his face hidden by a cowl.
The others were naked, twisting and spiraling in a strange dance as they chanted. Unafraid, they stared at the newcomers, taunting them with their chants growing louder and louder.
Finn felt his anger rise as he recognized Sara, Gayle, Sam Tartan-darned ugly naked, his little thing shriveled and scrawny in the cold. And there was Darren, leading Lizzie about the circle, making sneering faces at them as he held the dog's collar, as if he could send Lizzie out to crunch into their throats. And there... an old hag! It was Susanna from Huntington House. And then the couple!
John and Sally. The nurse he had seen at the hospital... Dorcas. Theo Martin, the cop-and his brother, Eddie! A huge bonfire blazed from the center of the pentagram, and they cavorted around it, sneering at him, as if incredibly entertained that they had been leading them along all the while.
Lucian elbowed him. He forced himself to keep repeating the prayers they spoke. But he was counting. Sara, Gayle, Susanna, Brad and Sally, Darren, Eddie, Theo, Sam Tartan, and there... the old a.s.shole who had acted like a lecher at the bar, and his wife.
Two more. They needed two more.
One...
The man in the black robes at the altar.
But...
There. Walking from the woods. A small figure in a black cloak and cowl, just like those worn by the priest at the altar.
She came forward, crying out.
”Great Bac-Dal! Tonight, we serve you. We offer you flesh, blood, and carnal pleasure. We implore your coming into our world!
And first, we offer up the sacrifice of the fles.h.!.+”
Finn fell silent again, horrified as he saw two of them break away from the fire. Finn felt ill. There was Morwenna, hog tied on the ground. As the newcomer spoke, she grabbed up a knife at the end of the altar, and walked toward Morwenna.
”No!” Finn roared.
”Oh, G.o.d, oh, G.o.d, oh, G.o.d!” Mike Smith breathed in terror at Finn's side.As the newcomer brought the knife to Morwenna, the newcomer grasped the Morwenna's head, dragging it up so that the newcomer could slice her throat.