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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Melissa's Rite
Universe: Haven
Summary: The Darkness has found a new ally in Melissa, a 15 year old
girl bent on revenge on those that have wronged her. The others must
stop her before she gains more power and takes control of them all.

Part: 26 of 31
Keywords: mf, mF, MF, ff, fF, fsolo, teen, inc, oral, voy, mc, nc,
toys, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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Jason ducked into the garage as soon as the door had risen far enough
to admit his bike. He unhooked the bag from the handlebars and shoved
it under his mother's car. That would hide the book sufficiently for
the time it would take to check his email and let his mother know he
was going out again.

Jason was careful to wait for the garage door to come down before he
left the garage. "I'm home, Mom," he called out in a casual voice
before heading up the stairs.

Halfway up, his mother burst out of the kitchen.

"/Get back down here right now!/"

Jason froze. His stomach churned as he turned around. His mother stood
at the bottom of the steps, her arms folded, giving Jason a look that
was far more harsh than anything he remembered.

Jason came down the stairs. "Um ... what's wrong, Mom?"

"You're going to tell me right now where you have been all day and
exactly what you have been doing. /Now/."

Jason's mind raced. There was no point in claiming he was at school. He
realized he was a fool for thinking that this simple ruse would work.
It should have been obvious that Principal Bendon would take note of
two very specific people absent at the same time. Even disregarding
this fact, the trip to and from the campgrounds had taken much longer
than he had planned, so he never had the chance to get to a computer to
undo his work.

"Well, it's obvious you already know I wasn't in school," Jason said
evenly.

"That doesn't answer my question! I want to know ..." She ticked off
her fingers as she spoke. "Where you were, what you were doing, and who
you were doing it with."

Jason decided to start off with the truth. Every good lie has a kernel
of truth to it. "I went to the campgrounds, the ones just outside of
town in the foothills. I was with Richie."

Audrey took a deep breath and let it go. When she spoke again, her
voice was a little less harsh. "Well, that answers the where and the
who. You can be sure, young man, that I fully intend to have a talk
with his mother, if for no other reason than to make sure you were
really with him."

Jason hated implicating Richie, but it was likely Bendon was causing
Richie the same heartache as well. "That's fine, Mom. He'll tell you
the same thing, that he was with me."

"But you haven't answered the why. Why, Jason? You didn't just skip out
on classes, you went somewhere that was /inherently dangerous without
adult supervision!/ Did it not have a sign on it telling you it was
closed for the season?"

Jason sighed. "Yes, it did, Mom."

"Then why did you go there?"

Jason hesitated. "I can't tell you," he said softly.

Audrey looked aghast. "I beg your pardon? You can't tell me?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I can't."

Audrey remained in stunned silence for a moment. She frowned deeply and
her eyes burned. "All right. I want you to cut the bullshit. Tell me
who you were really with."

Jason was momentarily nonplussed. His mother rarely used profanity. "I
told you that I was with Richie. No one else, just him."

"Don't lie to me!"

"I'm not!" Jason cried, incensed. "Who else would I be with?"

"Oh, I can think of any number of people, Jason. Melinda. Heather.
Diane. Cassie ..."

"Then call them up if you want and find out if they've been in school!"
Jason cried. "Or call the school and ask them!"

"Oh, I will, young man, you can count on that."

"Good. Then you'll know I'm telling you the truth. I haven't told you a
single lie since we've been talking."

"And that's supposed to reassure me? When you already gave me the
biggest lie of all this morning when you said you were going to school
in the first place?!"

Jason fumed. He didn't want to be angry at his mother. She was acting
as a mother should. He briefly considered telling her everything, but
worried if she would think him either insane or a fantastic liar.
Neither would put him in any better position than he was.

"You have one more chance, Jason," said Audrey, her voice growing more
tense. "One more. Tell me what you and Richie were doing."

"I can't."

Audrey let out a sigh.

"Mom, please! It wasn't anything bad or illegal! Look, give me a little
time. Just a few more days. Then maybe I can tell you. I just need ..."

"I've heard enough. Go to your room. You're grounded until further
notice."

Jason's heart sank. "Mom, please ... I've never done anything like this
before ..."

"And I'm bringing you to the doctor's office tomorrow morning."

Jason stared. "Huh? Why?"

Audrey's eyes shimmered. "So you can be tested for drugs."

"/What?!/"

"Jason, what else would you have me believe?! You said it was just
Richie and you. If it wasn't the girls, then it wasn't sex. That leaves
only drugs."

"/I AM NOT DOING DRUGS!/" Jason bellowed. "You think I'm so stupid that
I'd take that shit into my body?!"

/SLAP!/

Jason staggered back and nearly tripped on the bottom step. He raised
his hand to the cheek that his mother had just struck, staring at her
in horror.

"Don't you DARE use that language with your mother!" Audrey cried. "I
don't know what's happened to you, Jason! You are not the same person
you were before this past summer. If it's not drugs, tell me what it
can be. Tell me right now what it is!"

Jason sensed a desperation in his mother's voice that tore at his
heart. She really wanted to believe it was something else. She did not
want to think her son was doing drugs. But it was the only thing that
fit in her world view.

Audrey took a deep breath and drew back when Jason did not answer. She
struggled to hold back tears. "Go to your room," she said in a shaky
voice.

"But, Mom, please, I have to ..."

"/I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!/"

Jason turned away. He heard his mother stomp off and retreat into the
sewing room, slamming the door behind her.

Jason trudged up the stairs. The conflicting emotions and imperatives
in his head were tearing him apart. He could not hurt his mother, but
he had to get back to the others. He could not abandon them. He had to
get to them somehow, by any means necessary.

By any means ...

He paused at the threshold to his room. He remembered what Cassie had
told him about the vision in the library, and what Jessica had done to
insure a man's silence.

He swallowed hard. He also remembered how he had used the power from
the House against his own parents, and how it had made him feel.

/This isn't fair,/ he thought, banging a fist against the frame of the
door.

He took a deep breath and carefully crept down the stairs towards the
garage.



"Uhhh! ... Oh God ... Oh Diane ... uhhn ..."

Diane licked at Heather's pussy with incredible skill. It was as if the
spell had also imparted to Diane the exact knowledge she needed to
maximize her Mistress' pleasure. Diane's tongue flicked and swirled
about Heather's clit, her fingers thrusting into Heather's tunnel at an
ever faster pace.

Heather lay on her back, her feet on the edge of the bed and spread far
apart. "Your face ... use your face ..." Heather panted.

Diane complied immediately, her mind still lost in a fog of blissful
obedience. She buried her face in Heather's sex, lips and tongue
rubbing Heather's slick slit. Heather's moans became more strident as
she rose. Diane curled her arms around Heather's thighs to pull herself
even more firmly into Heather's pussy.

Heather uttered a loud cry and tossed her head back. Her pussy gushed
and squirted from around Diane's cheeks. Diane murmured in delight and
shuddered as her own pussy throbbed in reward for bringing her Mistress
such pleasure.

Heather panted heavily. By the time her orgasm abated, she was out of
breath. She lay still, chest rising and falling rapidly. Diane drew
back, her face shining and wet.

Diane settled back on her feet, her head bowed. Heather's cum dripped
from her face to the floor before her. "Your slave hopes she pleased
you, Mistress."

"Oh God ... oh wow ... yes, Diane, you pleased me ..."

Diane shivered and moaned, her pussy throbbing again. She smiled
dreamily as she came. "Ohhh ... thank you, Mistress ..."

Heather struggled to sit up. "Diane, did you just cum?"

Diane looked up. "Yes, Mistress. Your slave was so excited at having
pleased you. Please, what may your slave do for you now?"

Heather smiled. "Cum for me again."

Diane moaned and quivered, her knees sliding apart as her pussy
throbbed intensely.

Heather stood and stepped over to Diane. She looked down. The feeling
of power was intoxicating. It was the same as with Melinda. It wasn't
so much the sex as it was the rush of being in control.

She shuddered. This was wrong. She was abusing the power. Diane would
never want to act this way on her own, even despite her submissive
streak.

But seeing Diane kneeling at her feet was making Heather horny again.
Even after that fantastic orgasm, she was still excited at having Diane
at her mercy. Her rising lust was making it difficult to think
straight.

For a fleeting moment, she again understood that something was amiss.
This couldn't be her. She wasn't like this any more. She wouldn't take
advantage of people just for her own pleasure. That was the old
Heather.

Heather trembled and her voice quavered. "Kiss my feet, slave ..."

It sounded wrong. It felt wrong. But when Diane's willing lips brushed
against her skin, her pussy tingled madly, and her nipples grew hard
and taut.

"Lick my toes."

Diane moaned softly as her tongue swirled around each toe as skillfully
as if she were playing at Heather's clit. Heather shuddered as her
desire was inflamed.

"Now cum ..." Heather said huskily. "Keep cumming as you lick ..."

Diane's hips writhed. Deep moans bestowed touches of Diane's hot, moist
breath against Heather's feet as her cunt pulsed, sending her into
paroxysms of delight.

Heather clenched her hands to resist touching herself. Her pussy needed
attention again, but she would have Diane get to this shortly.



Melissa pressed her hands to her temples, closed her eyes and took
slow, deep breaths. It did little to help. Dull pain still throbbed.
The aspirin she had taken had not made even a dent in it.

She didn't understand what was going wrong. She was having to push
harder and harder. Was Melinda resisting her? Heather? Both?

She silently cursed. She was at her limit. To apply any more pressure,
she would have to give up both her mother and Susan's mother. She
wasn't ready to do that yet. She had to keep them from causing her
trouble. She already saw how much trouble releasing Brad had caused
her.

She wished she knew where Heather was at that moment. Then she would
just go there and affect Heather directly without needing Melinda. That
was really the only thing holding her back.

Applying direct control required eye contact. Once she had direct
control, distance was no longer a factor. Which was why she was puzzled
that her partial hold on Melinda was weakening.

And now Jason was reading book again. He was looking up a spell about
memory. Why was he doing that?

She gritted her teeth and struggled to maintain her concentration. She
needed only a little more time.



Melinda had managed to get out of bed, but standing was impossible. Her
legs were too weak. She crawled on her hands and knees towards the
door, moaning and whimpering as she fought the urge to touch her still
needful flesh.

Her knees slid wider apart as she crawled, as if reminding her of her
pussy's lingering need. She put all thought of talking out of her head.
She was not going to try to talk to anyone. No one at all.

She shivered. Her pussy dripped hot lust on the carpet. Even the
thought of trying to talk to someone was enough to set her off.

/Get out of my head ... get out of my head ... get out of my head .../

Melinda kept repeating the mantra to herself. She tried to imagine her
words as big clubs that she swung at the tendrils of black that tried
to suffocate her will. She couldn't tell if she was making any
progress. She wouldn't know unless she tried to ...

Melinda moaned deeply and fell onto her side. She balled her hands into
fists to stop herself from masturbating again. Her pussy squished when
her thighs came together, a flare of wet heat in her delta threatening
to drive her to distraction and ruin her mantra.

She struggled to stave off her erotic thoughts. She needed only a
little more time.



A soft knock came at the door.

Audrey looked up. Her eyes were red. She wiped at a glistening stain on
her face. She took a deep breath to steady herself before calling out,
"Jason, I told you to go to your room."

"I need to talk to you, Mom," came Jason's muffled voice through the
door.

"We have nothing to discuss, young man, not unless ..."

"I'll tell you everything. Everything that happened today. Everything
that's been happening since the summer."

Audrey's mouth dropped open, and she trembled. Her worst nightmare had
been confirmed.

Or maybe not. Maybe it was something else. Maybe he wasn't doing drugs.
Maybe he wasn't trying to arrange for an abortion for Melinda. Or for
any of the other girls he had slept with. Maybe there was some other
explanation, something less heinous. Something she could /fix/.

Audrey stood up and opened the door. "Jason, you had better be prepared
to tell me the absolute ..."

"/Thotg'altkas orgos ron'indna!/"

Audrey drew in a single, long breath and let it go as a low moan, her
eyes half-lidded and glazed. Her hand fell away from the door knob and
limply to her side. Her shoulders slumped. She stared straight ahead as
she dropped deeply into trance.

Jason's insides clenched. "Mom ... I ... I want you to forget about the
call you got from Principal Bendon."

"I will forget about the call ..." Audrey echoed, her voice barely
audible.

"Forget about the argument we had."

"I will forget ..."

"The argument never happened. The phone call never happened."

"Never happened ..."

"I was in school all day. There is no reason to doubt that."

"In school ... no reason ..."

Jason felt sick. He had to keep telling himself that this was
necessary, that he was doing this for a greater good. And it was for
his mother's good as well. She wouldn't have the trauma of believing
that her son was a drug addict.

He paused to make sure he had not forgotten anything. He had only one
chance at this, as he did not think he would ever have the courage to
do this again. "Awaken."

Audrey blinked rapidly as her eyes refocused. She appeared dazed, until
she glanced down at Jason and gasped.

"Sorry, Mom," Jason said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Didn't mean
to startle you."

"Oh, it's okay, Jason ... wait ... I don't remember you coming home
...."

"I just got in a little while ago. You were busy and I didn't want to
disturb you."

"Busy? Oh ... Strange, I can't recall what I was doing ... Did you have
a good day at school?"

Jason forced a small smile. "Yeah, it was okay. Same as usual. Um, Mom,
I need to go out again. I promised some friends I'd meet them after
school."

"Just remember what I said about being home an hour before dinner."

"Right. No problem. I'll see you later."

Jason quickly made his way back to the garage.

He had to do it, of course. He had his friends to consider. He had
Haven to consider, as well as the innocent people that were ultimately
at risk if the Darkness had its way.

Nevertheless, he still had to pause and wipe tears from his eyes as he
waited for the garage door to go up.



Ned was uptight. He would pace the living room, or wander into the
kitchen and glance out the back window to see if anyone else had
arrived yet. He would sometimes stand at the foot the stairs and look
up, wondering if he should do something.

But do what? Walk in on Melinda? On Heather or Diane? Most likely any
of those actions would get him roundly slapped. Yet he couldn't shake
the feeling that something was wrong.

He again stood at the foot the stairs. He wondered how much of it was
simple jealousy. Everyone was getting some except him. He silently
berated himself for that thought a moment later. It wasn't like Melinda
had a choice in what was happening to her.

/Thump./

Ned frowned and looked around. Had he heard a noise, or was it just his
own anxiety playing tricks on him? He started away from the stairs.

/Thump./

.... except to find that it was coming from up those stairs. He returned
and looked up again, puzzled. There was a long pause.

/Thump./

"Melinda?" Ned called out tentatively. "Heather? ... Um ... everything
okay up there?"

/Thump./

"Prolly nuthin'," Ned mumbled as he started up the stairs.



Melinda had fallen hard against the door in her first attempt to open
it. She lay on the floor moaning, her hand again giving rise to soft,
wet noises between her thighs.

When Ned's voice drifted to her, she had an idea.

/Not talking to him ... not talking to him ... not talking to him .../
she repeated in her head as she rose to her knees and pounded her free
hand against the door once. She whimpered and sank her fingers deeper
into her pussy, distracting her too much to think of anything else for
another minute.

When she was able to think again, she gave the door another thump with
her fist.

/Not talking not talking not talking not gonna talk not gonna talk not
gonna talk .../



Melissa panted. Her temples pounded. Harder. Push harder. Keep pushing.

/You should have eliminated Debby./

Melissa squeezed her eyes shut. Almost there.

/You would have more power now if you had eliminated her./

Melissa gritted her teeth. The pain grew worse as her muscles tensed.
It shot down the back of her head towards her neck.

/If this fails, it will be your fault./

"Shut up ... please shut up ..." Melissa begged under her breath.



"/Ohhh!/"

Heather gushed a second time over Diane's face, moaning as she stood
quivering in the throes of her orgasm. Diane made a gurgling noise as
she kept licking at her Mistress' pussy, fluid dripping down her face
and trickling over her breasts. Her own pussy throbbed gently in
reward.

Heather took a shaky step back, still panting. Diane remained on her
knees. But rather than keeping her head bowed, she lifted her eyes to
her Mistress. As much as they were filled with obedience and desire to
please, a pleading look shimmered within them as well.

Heather looked into Diane's eyes. "It's starting to wear off, isn't
it?" she asked, her voice still breathless.

Diane hesitated before finally speaking in a weak voice, "I ... your
slave ... wishes to serve you, Mistress."

"You want to keep doing this? You want to keep being my slave?"

Diane shuddered. "Your slave ... must serve you ..." she murmured.

"Yes ... yes, you want to ... you /do/ want it."

"M-Mistress ... your desires are mine ..."

There was a growing struggle in Diane's voice to match that in her
gaze. Obedience and desperation both flickered across her eyes. Her
body quivered.

Heather was panting lightly again, but only partially from desire. Some
small part of her had realized that it was not just her own dark
fantasies against which she now struggled.

/I can't ... I can't do ... but it's what Diane wants ... no, she ...
but .../

Heather stepped away from Diane and fetched the paper with the
incantations written upon it. Diane's breath caught, but she could not
get herself to speak. Heather returned to her, still staring at the
paper that she held in her shaking hands. "This last one ... I-I can
make it permanent ..."

Diane whimpered softly. The veil was lifting, but only very slowly. She
struggled against it in vain. The spell effect would not dissipate any
faster. "Y-yes, Mistress," she heard herself say, unable to stop
herself.

Heather looked at Diane. "You ... you want me to? You really want me
to?"

Diane swallowed. "I-I ... I'm ... I'm your slave ... your slave is here
to please."

"But how would it feel to be my slave all the time? How ..."

Diane moaned as her pussy suddenly throbbed. She shuddered as the
pleasure rose up into her mind and made what little thinking she could
manage impossible for a few crucial moments.

/It's okay, she wants it ... no ... this isn't right ... but she ... I
want to control her .../

Heather shuddered, her pussy swollen and wet with renewed lust. "Okay
.... good ... I just wanted to make sure ..."



Cassie huffed as she ran along the edge of the greenbelt, clutching at
a terribly painful stitch in her side. She wasn't going to get there in
time. Scenes of horror flitted through her head as to what she would
see once she got there. Tears occasionally blurred her vision.

/My fault,/ came her anguished thought. /If something happens to any of
them, it will be my fault. I never should have left them./

She had already berated herself for not listening to Jason in the first
place when he had suspected the whole thing from the start. Now she
worried if her judgment about the meeting place had been wrong as well.
Had Melissa set that up also? Was she waiting to swoop down on them
whenever she wanted?

The thought that Melissa might be there waiting for her filled her with
such fear that she considered turning back. She would do no such thing
of course, but just having the thought made her feel like a coward.

/I'm just a stupid spoiled little rich girl, just like everyone says
..../

She sniffled and wiped away the tears that threatened to spill down her
cheeks.



Ned jumped back when he opened the bedroom door and saw a naked,
masturbating Melinda on the floor.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry! I ..."

"Heather! Aura! Stop! S-s-f-fuck me! Fuck me hard! Lick my pussy!"
Melinda exploded before crying out in orgasm.

"Melinda, don't try to talk, it ..."

He trailed off.

/Heather. Aura. Stop./

Ned bolted. He barreled into the adjacent bedroom, his eyes barely
registering the snaky tendrils of black around Heather or the strange
syllables she was uttering before he tackled her and knocked her to the
floor.

Diane moaned and swayed. Her eyes had begun to glaze back into complete
and utter obedience at the sound of the incantation. Now it was fading,
and the sliver of will that had returned grew slowly but steadily
stronger.

When she shivered again, it was not in pleasure, but at the terrible
thought of how she had nearly lost herself forever.

"/Get off me!/" Heather screamed as Ned pinned her wrists to the floor.
"Get off! Ned, what the fuck ... what ... oh no ..."

Diane whimpered and started to cry.

Heather's eyes widened. The Darkness around her body began a slow
retreat as her mind cleared. "Oh God ... oh my God, /DIANE! Ned, LET
GO!!/"

The sound of terror in Heather's voice was enough of a shock that Ned
loosened his grip. Heather wrenched her body from under his and rushed
to Diane's side. She fell to her knees and hugged Diane fiercely. "Oh
my God, Diane ... I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry ..."

The effects of the enslavement spell now rapidly fading, Diane buried
her head in Heather's shoulder and wailed, tears spilling down
Heather's shoulder and back. Heather started to cry as well.

"I'm sorry ... Diane, I'm sorry ... please forgive me ... I'll never do
that again ... never ..."

"I-is she okay?" came Melinda's weak voice from the door.

Ned looked up. Melinda was slowly trying to stand up, pulling herself
up the door frame after having crawled her way from the other bedroom.
There was a commotion from the stairs. Melinda turned her head, and a
panting and horror-struck Cassie appeared at the door.

"Oh no ..." Cassie murmured, staring.

"'sokay," Ned said with a faint grin. "Current score: Harbingers one,
Melissa zilch."

The next moment, Ned was the center of very ardent hugs from both
Cassie and Melinda.



Melissa lay with ice wrapped in a wash cloth atop her forehead in an
attempt to tame the splitting headache that made her nauseous.

Her eyes burned in frustration. What happened? She had sensed Heather
was close. She could just barely see it in Heather's mind. Both Melinda
and Heather had been resisting her so badly that it had taken all her
concentration to stay focused. Now she had lost contact with both of
them.

Had someone stopped Heather? Or had it been the reaction of the other
Harbingers when they saw what Melissa had wrought?

She tried to reestablish contact with Melinda, but the pain that flared
back was too great.

/Do not bother./

Melissa swallowed and let out her breath in a slow sigh. "I got Heather
to enslave Diane ... I must have ..." she murmured.

/That is unknown./

"I got her! I know I did!"

/Then we wait and see. For your sake, you better be right./



By the time Jason and Richie made it back, the girls had calmed down to
the point where they could shower and get dressed. Melinda was incensed
at what Melissa had done to her, but the hugs from both Heather and
Diane for her clever way of alerting Ned more than made up for it.

The Harbingers met in the living room and traded stories. Jason told
them what he and Richie had seen, Heather related (with some heavy
embarrassment and guilt) what had happened with her and Diane.

"It really wasn't your fault, Heather," Jason said. "Don't go blaming
yourself."

"But it /is/ my fault!" Heather cried. "I wanted to use these fucking
spells on Diane in the first place! Melissa only took away my
inhibitions!"

"Oh for crying out loud!" Richie declared. "You didn't fuckin' wanna
make her inta some sorta sex doll, didja?"

Heather fell silent and looked at Diane. Diane swallowed and averted
her eyes, blushing. "I-I kept thinking Diane wanted it ... but that was
just Melissa messing with me, right?"

Diane took a deep breath and let it go, unable to make eye contact with
anyone. "Maybe ... maybe I did want it ... I don't know anymore ... but
I didn't want it to be f-forever ..."

"Melissa was fuckin' with your head, Heather," Richie said. "You heard
what Ned said. You had all that black shit around you. Betcha she was
messin' with Diane, too, makin' her want you to mess with those
spells."

"Richie's right, Heather," said Jason. "Melissa took some fantasy of
yours and blew it out of proportion. You, too, Diane. You might have
wanted to mess with those spells, but Melissa pushed you into letting
it go too far. So please, neither one of you start blaming yourself for
it."

"Jason, why did Melissa do this?" Cassie asked. "You have any idea?"

"Yeah, I think I do. To make it easier for Melissa to take them both."

Melinda frowned. "I don't get it."

"She has limited power, remember? She can control only so many people
at once. And once she takes Heather and Diane, I'll bet she has to give
up everything else if she wants to hold onto them and keep Susan and
Ann."

"Which means she'd have to give up Susan's mother!" Cassie said. "Who
probably knows about the link! That was the thing that she said she
needed to tell me just as I was leaving but couldn't get it out. I'll
bet she knew that the Rite could be stopped as well. Melissa prevented
her from telling us!"

"Oh, wait, yeah, I get it!" Ned said. "If Diane was Heather's slave,
then she jus' needs ta take Heather, and Diane follows along cuz she
hasta."

"Yes," said Jason. "And then she can exert complete control over Diane
at her leisure right before she starts the Rite. That way ..."

"That way Susan's Mom can't tell us nothin'," Richie said. "And she
gets away with it, that fuckin' little cunt."

"So what now?" Heather asked in a shaky voice. "Does Melissa know we
stopped it? I don't think Melissa has me or Diane anymore."

"I don't see an Aura on either of them," Cassie said, which was met by
nods of agreement from Jason, Ned, and Richie. "Melinda, do you see
anything?"

Melinda narrowed her eyes. She turned her head slightly to one side.
"Sort of. I can see it only if I don't look right at it."

"So it's back to what it was before," Jason said. "Just their
inhibitions affected now."

"Not even that, Jason. It's weaker. I can only just barely see it."

"She affected my inhibitions, too?" Diane asked, eyes wide.

Jason nodded. "That's likely why you went along with things so easily."

Diane looked at Heather. She certainly hoped that was it. She didn't
want to think she was so submissive that she wanted to have her will
completely taken from her. She would be even more useless to the group
than she already felt.

"Jason, what /do/ we do?" Cassie said. "Even if Melissa finds out that
she failed, she's going to keep at it until she gets Heather and Diane.
She won't stop until she has what she wants."

"We have to stop her from doing the Rite," Jason said flatly. "It's the
only way. We can't keep protecting them indefinitely. Eventually we'll
slip up."

"But how? She already knows the spell, so hiding the book again won't
do any good. We can't ... we can't k-kill her or something like that."

"Jessica stopped it by taking the pendant from Agatha."

"Yes, but that was /during the Rite!/ That's like saying we have to let
her start it just so we can interrupt it!"

"I know! I know!" Jason cried in exasperation.

"Wait, what about that memory spell?" Ned asked.

Jason looked at him sharply. "What about it?"

Ned was a bit surprised at Jason's initial reaction and paused.

Jason sighed and said in a more contrite voice, "What was your idea,
Ned?"

"That little spell that Jessica used on the dude when she hid the book.
Use it on Melissa. Make her ferget 'bout the Rite. I mean, it's
perfect. She don't even know about it ..."

"Yes, she does."

"Huh? She does? How?"

Jason's jaw clenched. "I had to use it. On my mother."

Cassie gasped and clamped her hand over her mouth when Jason looked at
her.

"Long story," Jason said. "Suffice it to say Mom found out I wasn't in
school today, and I had to do something. So Melissa saw me look up the
spell. She knows it exists."

"Crap," Ned muttered. "So we're back at square one?"

"Unless we can distract her in some way so someone can use the spell on
her. Otherwise she may see it coming."

"Wait, I don't get it," Richie said. "Jason, you said she can see what
we're doin' when we hold that stupid book, right? We still have to read
the friggin' spell. Cassie, you didn't read the whole thing, didja?"

Cassie looked uncomfortable, not for herself, but where this was
leading. "No, Richie, I didn't, but ..."

"Jason, you didn't do it, right? You're too smart for that!"

Diane sniffled once and trembled.

Jason gave her an uneasy glance. "No, I didn't. Richie, it doesn't
matter ..."

"Fuck yeah, it matters! Maybe we're in the clear! No one here's stupid
enough to ..."

Diane burst into tears.

Heather tried to slip a comforting arm around her, only to have it
violently shrugged off when Diane bolted from her seat. "/It was my
fault! I read it! I gave her the spell! My f-fault .../"

Tears streamed down her face as she became too emotional to speak.
Heather jumped out of her seat and hugged her.

"Aw, fuck," Richie muttered, looking miserable.

"It's all right, Richie, you didn't know," Cassie said softly.

"Shh, come on, it's okay," Heather whispered. "Please, Diane, it's okay
...."

"My fault ..." Diane sobbed. "All my fault ..."

"No, stop it. /Stop it./" Heather broke off the embrace and looked into
Diane's eyes. "Diane, it's not your fault. Melissa influenced you. You
had no idea what she was doing. None of us did."

Diane sniffled, her face screwed up in anguish. "I s-still have to fix
it. I have to do something to help fix it."

"Diane, you don't ..."

"Yes, I do! I won't be able to live with myself if I don't do
something! L-look ... maybe we can fool Melissa."

Heather gave Diane an odd look. "Fool her? How?"

"Maybe ... maybe we can pretend the spell you used backfired. I got you
instead or something."

Heather had to crack a smile at this picture. "And how will that help,
assuming she even believes it?"

Diane looked flustered at having her idea shot down already, but the
urge to redeem herself forced her to persevere. If she didn't, she knew
she would forever feel like the one that let them all down. This was
her chance to put it right.

Even if it meant sacrificing herself.

"S-simple," Diane said, wiping at her eyes in annoyance and trying to
appear calm. "You pretend to be enslaved. She goes and ... a-and takes
me ..."

Heather looked horrified. "What?! No!"

"Listen to me! She takes me and then you're free to act for awhile
before the Rite starts."

"And do what?"

"I don't know!" Diane cried shrilly. "Okay, yeah, I'm a little vague
there, but ..."

"I'm sorry, Diane, but I have to agree with Heather," Jason said.
"Melissa won't believe that you somehow turned the tables on Heather."

There was an uneasy silence. It was uneasy because everyone knew what
might work instead. Melinda realized it as well. Her mouth dropped
open, her stricken gaze flicking between the others before coming to
rest on a thoughtful Heather.

"But ... she would believe me enslaving you," Heather said slowly. "And
if you pretend to be enslaved, and I ... and I let ..."

"/No!!/" Melinda cried.

Heather sighed. "Melinda, please ..."

"Don't 'Melinda please' me, you stupid bubblehead! Jason, /please/,
tell her she's insane! Tell her she's nuts to think of this. They're
/both/ nuts!"

The pure adrenalin rush was allowing Jason to keep thinking critically
and lessen any chance that Heather or Melinda could influence him. Or
it was is own will asserting itself, as there simply was too much at
stake to allow himself to waver. "Melinda, let Heather speak, please."

"But ...!"

"I'm not saying we're going to do it, just that she deserves to be
allowed to speak her mind."

Melinda sighed and slumped in her seat.

"Heather, you can't do this ..." Diane said softly.

"No, Diane, you had the right idea, I think," Heather said. Despite the
apparent conviction on her voice, her eyes betrayed a deep fear that
strained her voice. "We let Melissa take me. And she'll think that
you're under my control and won't touch you right away. Then you can
.... you can do something ..."

"She could warn the rest of us," Ned suggested.

"How?" Richie asked.

"I give her a cell phone and set it to speed dial mine," Cassie spoke
up. Her voice was shaky. She could scarcely believe what they were
contemplating. She almost hated herself for abetting it. "Then she just
needs to reach into her pocket and push a few buttons. Then we know
Melissa's getting ready to start the Rite, and the rest of us can get
there to stop it." Cassie paled. "I can't believe I said that ... we
can't let Heather just ..."

"It's the only way to do it," said Heather. "Then when someone
interrupts the Rite, and ... a-and the souls are returned, she can't
...."

"/Stop it!/" Melinda screeched. "Stop it! You're talking about letting
Melissa put your soul in a fucking little box!"

"/Then you come up with something better!/" Heather bellowed. "Even
that's better than living in fear! Jason, /please/. I don't like the
idea of becoming Melissa's puppet like Susan or Ann even for a little
while, but there's nothing else we can do."

"All right, everyone, calm down," Jason declared. He sighed deeply and
shook his head helplessly. "There is no way I am going to tell anyone
to do something like this. But I don't have any other ideas, either."

"Dude, even if Diane pulls this off, how the hell are we gonna get up
there?" Richie said. "Took us fucking forever. Melissa ain't gonna go
by bike. She's gonna get someone to drive a damn four-wheel drive up
there."

"No, I don't think she's going to do it there."

"Huh?"

"Richie, where Agatha did the Rite was not just any place along the
force line. It had some personal significance to her. She said she got
her 'first taste of power' there. What if she got her initial power in
a similar manner to Melissa? Melissa wouldn't know about the
campgrounds location. The only place she knows for sure where a line of
force resides is where /she/ got her power."

"Yes, that makes sense," Cassie said. "And that's just up at the picnic
grounds. We can get to that more easily."

"This is nuts!" Melinda cried, jumping to her feet. "You're all crazy!
You can't do this! You can't just let Heather give herself to Melissa!"

Heather approached her sister. "Melinda, it's all right ..."

Melinda whirled around and shoved hard, nearly making her sister
stumble and fall. Tears blurred her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
"/SHUT UP!/ Just shut up! You're g-going to do this a-and be enslaved
to her forever! You'll never b-be my sister a-again ..."

She cried so hard her body shook. Jason rushed to her side. She buried
her face in Jason's chest and sobbed. Jason put an arm around her and
squeezed.

"P-please make her stop," Melinda moaned. "Please don't let her do this
...."

Jason sighed and looked helplessly at Heather.

Cassie stood up. "Melinda, Heather and Diane have to decide on their
own. No one else. Not ... not even you."

Heather looked down at Melinda. "I have to do this, so stop being a
brat, runt," she said with soft affection in her voice.

Melinda lifted her head, her face stained. She wiped at her cheeks and
sniffled. "You always g-go and do whatever you want anyway, you stupid
bubblehead," Melinda said in a weak voice.

The two sisters hugged tightly and smiled faintly at each other.

"I have to admit, Heather, I'm a little worried about what might happen
to Melinda when Melissa goes after you if she happens to be nearby,"
said Jason.

"Jason, if Melissa is really being taxed to the limit, she won't do
more than just leave Melinda unable to summon help," Cassie said. "Like
she did today."

"Oh joy, I get to do that again," Melinda said sullenly.

"So are we going to do this?" Heather asked.

Jason paused a long moment. "Yes, if that's what you and Diane really
want. But we're not going to let Melissa get far enough to use that
box. No way."

"Thank you!" Melinda gushed.

Heather looked perplexed. "But you said that releasing the souls from
the box will stop her from being able to use us again."

"I know, but we can't trust Melissa. I don't know what kind of damage
she could do to you like that."

"So what's the plan, then?" Ned asked.

"We stop Melissa from doing the Rite and use the memory spell on her.
Once she's been taken out of the picture, then ... well, then we'll
figure out something to do with the spell book."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. We certainly can't keep it."

Melinda opened her mouth, but thought better of it and subsided. Ned
shuffled his feet and glanced at Cassie. Heather and Diane exchanged a
guilty look.

"We can't keep it!" Jason declared loudly. "No way. Not with as much
trouble as it caused. I don't care if Melissa is no longer linked to it
when this is over."

"Hey, um, one question," Ned said into the awkward silence that had
followed. "When is Melissa gonna lower the boom? Diane's gonna hafta
pretend she's Heather's slave til then."

"I don't think Melissa will wait," Jason said. "If she's known the
spell for awhile now, she's had time to prepare. The only other thing
she really needed to do is have someone make her that wooden box."

"Yes, that's right," Diane said. "I remember that now. You had to make
it a certain way and cast a spell on it. But that didn't seem so hard
to do. My father could make something like that in his workshop if he
had the right wood."

Jason nodded. "I think we should force the issue."

"What? You mean make her come after Heather?" Richie asked, frowning.

"If we're going to do this, Richie, I'd rather we do it and get it
done. Force her to do it tonight, when we're expecting it. Make it
happen on our terms."

"I agree," Heather said. "Let's do it."

Diane nodded slowly as well. "Yes, please. Might as well do it now
while I remember what it was like to be under that spell."

Richie nodded. "Yeah. Let's take the bitch down."

"Let's go for it!" Ned called out.

Cassie nodded. "Yes, let's just do it. I want this over with."

Melinda wiped again at her eyes. "O-okay," she said in a weak voice.
"Fine. D-do it."

Jason took a deep breath. He didn't like this. There was so much that
could go wrong. But there was little choice in the matter. They had no
other options. Melissa held all the cards. The least they could do is
dictate when and how the game was played.

"All right ... we need to set Melissa up. Here's what I propose we do
...."



Melissa was out of her mind with worry.

Now that the headache had abated, she had tried to establish a link to
Melinda again. It was like pushing against a brick wall. She had no
idea of what was going on.

Maybe the pendant was right all along. Maybe she should just empty Mrs.
Radson's mind. Or ... or kill her. With her telekinesis, she could do
it such that it would leave no evidence. She could even think of ways
to do it bloodlessly. She ...

The eye appeared in her pendant and suddenly began to glow. She gasped
as a scene came into crystal clarity, superimposed on her surroundings.



/A futile flip through ancient pages. A few useless requests and a book
that remained still as if mocking them./

/A sigh. "Shit. There's nothing here! I can't find anything to counter
this!"/

/A gaze rose. It was Jason's. Diane and Heather appeared before his
eyes. Diane was smiling softly, her face dreamy. Beside her, Heather
was despondent and worried. "Please, Jason, look again. There has to be
something!"/

/"I've looked several times, Heather. Nothing."/

/Heather sighed. She looked at Diane. "Diane, I'm so terribly sorry
about this. If I had only known ..."/

/"What may your slave do to please you, Mistress?" Diane said, her
smile never wavering./

/"Jason, this is terrible!" came a cry to the side. Jason swung his
gaze around and looked at a stricken Cassie. "It was bad enough they
were playing around with that enslavement spell. I never thought they
could make it permanent!"/

/"Man oh man, Melissa's gonna have a field day with this," came Ned's
voice. "I toldya she was tryin' to screw 'em over real bad! Can't get
any worse than this!"/

/"We can't let Diane go home like this," said Jason. "I don't know if
she can live on her own anymore."/

/"This slave lives only to please her Mistress," Diane said in a husky
voice. "Her slave needs to be with her Mistress."/

/Heather groaned. "Oh God, I wish this had never happened."/

/"Heather, can you take her home with you? Maybe have her tell her
mother that you two are having a sleepover?"/

/"Yes, I think I can do that. She'll do whatever I tell her, so I can
get her to do that. But ... Diane won't be able to come over til
tonight," Heather said loudly. "Her mother will insist she do her
homework first and have dinner there. I just have to hope I can give
Diane the right instructions to fool her Mom. So she will not be at my
place until tonight."/

/"Jason, are you sure Melissa doesn't know anything about the Rite?"
Cassie asked./

/"Positive. There's no way she even knows we have the book. Ned was
right all along, Melissa is just trying to get back at Heather and
Diane for what they did to her."/

/"I'm just worried because Heather has no phone or internet
privileges." Cassie spoke her next words very precisely and clearly.
"There would be no way at all she could possibly call any of us for
help if something happened. And ... a-and her mother is in league with
the Darkness herself!"/

/"It will be all right, Cassie, I'm sure of it. Now, we should think
about getting out of here ..." Jason closed the book and slipped it
into the plastic bag .../



The image faded. The eye winked out.

Melissa smiled broadly. "I did it. I got Heather to enslave Diane. And
Diane will be staying over at Heather's. I can take them both tonight.
Their friends won't be able to interfere. It's the perfect setup. I
knew it would work! I knew it!"

She had hoped that the pendant would agree with her, that she would
hear a voice of congratulations in her head. Instead, she heard
nothing.

She frowned. She didn't need its approval. Everything would fall into
place now. By the time the day was over, she would have nearly
unlimited power. And then she could shape Haven into anything she
wanted. Anything at all.



Jason shoved the book under the table. He looked up and took a deep
breath. "Good job, everyone."

Cassie uttered a shaky sigh of relief. "I really hope I was convincing,
Jason. I was nervous the whole time. I almost forgot my last line."

"You did great, babe," Ned said with a grin.

"And I really hope I can get my mother to agree to me staying overnight
at Heather's," Diane said. "She's really wary of letting me do things
like that on a school night."

"Now the hard part," said Jason. "We figure out how to actually stop
the Rite."

"By any means we can," Ned said, slapping a fist into his open palm.
"Grab fer the pendant. That don't work, knock her down. That don't
work, knock the girls down."

"It has to be before she starts the first part of the Rite. Before she
has a chance to use the box. Distract her somehow, get some component
of the Rite away from her, like the pendant or the box, and then
someone uses the memory spell on her. Again, /we can't let her use the
box./"

"Okay, but what if something goes wrong and she does it anyway?" Richie
drawled. "Why can't we just open the stupid box?"

"Because, remember, Agatha also seemed to think it would damage them if
they returned to their bodies while the Rite was still happening. We
can't fool around with this, Richie. We can't take the least chance
that anyone will be hurt."

"Except Melissa," Ned said darkly.

"I don't want to hurt her either. I just want to stop her."

"Yeah, well ... I jus' might put a li'l more importance on Heather and
Diane over her, ya know?"

"We need a plan," Jason said. "We can't just trust things will work
out. Let's start tossing some ideas around ..."
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