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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: 17 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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Melinda's eyes flicked suspiciously to Richie when she climbed aboard
the bus the next morning.

"He asked if he could sit with us, and I said it was okay," Jason said.

Melinda's indignant look made it clear that she was anything but okay
with it. She plopped into her seat beside Jason, glaring at Richie.
"He's not ...?"

"Don't getcha panties in a twist, 'kay?" Richie drawled. "I'm not in
the Harbingers. I won't even say nothin' if you all talk about it."

"Heather, how are you doing this morning?" Jason asked.

"Better than yesterday," Heather said as she sat down. "Won't be for
long."

"You think Brad is going to go at you again today?"

"I know he is. I've been feeling it this morning ever since ... uh ..."

She trailed off. Melinda rolled her eyes. "Since she boinked me."

Richie's eyes widened. A smirk started to tug at his lips, but he
killed it quickly. Melinda narrowed her eyes accusingly.

Jason glanced around. Two other teens abruptly looked the other way.
Still others were whispering secretively amongst themselves. One
abruptly ended her conversation when she noticed Jason looking at her.
The girl gave Jason a sly little smirk.

Jason furrowed his brow and looked away. "Um, anyway ... Let's stick to
Heather between classes. And after class, too. She shouldn't be alone
until we figure out how to deal with this."

"I shouldn't have run out ahead of everyone else," said Heather. "I
wasn't thinking straight."

"I'll pound him flat if he fuckin' messes with you again," Richie
grumbled. When the others just looked at him, he frowned. "On my own.
Not 'cuz of the Harbingers. Just 'cuz I need to hit someone, all
right?"

"Richie, don't get into more trouble on my account," Heather declared.

Richie shrugged. "Detention don't really matter to me."

"Seeger threatened expulsion if you did it again," Jason commented
mildly.

"Better than that asswipe tryin' to get Heather horizontal."

Someone nearby giggled.

Heather turned her head. The same girl that had smirked at Jason looked
away and began whispering to her friend again.

"Jason, could something happen to Heather if Brad did boink her?"
Melinda asked in a worried tone.

Jason frowned as he looked around again. "I think we better end this
conversation here. In fact, I don't think we should talk about any of
this on the bus anymore."

"Why not?" Melinda piped.

"'Cuz he don't want the enemy listenin' in," Richie said. He stood up.
"So I'll leave."

"No, Richie, wait, that's not what I meant," said Jason.

"But we always talk about stuff like this," Melinda protested.

"No, we don't. We only started doing that recently." He leaned forward
and lowered his voice. "I think people are starting to listen in."

Now Heather, Melinda, and Richie were all looking around. The covert
surveillance ended at once, but the whispering did not.

Melinda frowned. "They're talking about us?" she asked, her voice a
mixture of anger and concern.

"Well, if you wasn't going off about who's 'boinking' who all the time
.... " Heather hissed in annoyance.

"I was not! And you're the one that brought up about us ..."

"/Melinda!/"

Melinda's mouth slammed shut. Her eyes widened as if she realized only
then what she was about to say. Now there was a real panic in her eyes
as her head whipped around. "Oh shit ... you don't think anyone knows
about ... I mean ... ohmigod ..."

"Look, let's not panic, okay?" Jason said. "We'll just have to keep it
quiet. Or talk in places where we can better control who's nearby."

"Are we meeting again this afternoon, Jason?"

Before Jason could answer, a boy nearby sniggered. Richie turned in his
seat and kicked the boy in the thigh.

"/OW!/ What the hell?!" the boy cried, rubbing at his leg.

"Mind your own business, fuckhead," Richie growled.

"Yes, we're going to meet," Jason said quietly. "But I don't want to
talk any more about that either. Let's just drop the whole thing for
now."

The four of them settled into an uneasy silence for the rest of the
trip. The others around them briefly betrayed disappointed looks before
returning to their gossip.



Ned dashed to his locker and shoved books into his back pack like so
many bricks. He acted as if he were late, despite the fact that all
around him were moving at a much more leisurely pace. He glanced up and
down the hallway, trying not to look as nervous as he felt.

He slammed his locker shut. He was forced to stop and take a deep
breath, his heart hammering in his chest.

He sighed. He wished that date had never happened. If he hadn't tried
to push things too fast, he might not be feeling this way. It was like
that Asian girl he had almost enslaved when he had been under Nyssa's
thrall. She had been an infatuation that had become an obsession. Now
it seemed the pattern was repeating with Cassie.

Ned turned away from his locker. He tried to put his baser thoughts
about Cassie out of his head.

He rushed towards Cassie's locker. He stopped when he came within
eyesight of her, and tried to walk the remaining distance at a normal
pace. His last few steps were hurried anyway. "Um, hi."

Cassie jumped. "Oh! I-I didn't see you there, Ned, I'm sorry."

/Yeah, way to go, Nose,/ Ned thought vehemently. "Um, no prob. Uh, I
can talk to you later."

He turned around before she could say a word.

"Ned, wait. Wait!" Cassie grabbed his arm.

A little shiver passed through him at her touch as he stopped. "I jus'
didn't wanna, ya know, intrude or sumthing ..."

Cassie smiled faintly. "You're not. I'm rather glad to see you,
actually."

"Were you thinkin' about some dream?"

"A little. I had another one about Melissa."

"Yeah? Thought you weren't tip-toeing through her mental tulips
anymore."

"I wasn't. This one simply came to me on its own." She shuddered. "Just
more of the same, Ned. Melissa doing those horrible things to Susan and
her mother. And Ann Went as well."

"Sorry ta hear, babe. Can you block 'em out?"

Cassie shook her head. "At least I don't know of a way to do it. I
never had to before."

Ned nodded. He felt awkward about bringing it up now.

"And I have other things on my mind, too."

"Oh, ya mean that poem that ..."

"/Shh!/"

Ned clamped a hand over his mouth and looked around. No one around him
sported a Dark Aura. He lowered his hand, looking sheepish. "I forgot."

"I'm sure we'll get a chance to talk about it later."

Ned nodded again, his jaw clenched.

"Anyway, was there something you wanted to talk to me about, Ned?"

Ned hesitated for a long moment. He finally cleared his throat a bit
loudly. "Uh, well ... was wonderin' if ya wanted to go out again."

"Oh, I'd love to, Ned. But ... well, we probably shouldn't be alone
this time."

"Huh? Oh. Well ... we were kinda lucky last time. Er, I don't mean
lucky like that, I mean ..."

"I know what you mean, Ned."

"Not that I don't wanna do it. But ya know that already."

Cassie swallowed and nodded. "Yes, I know," she said softly.

"Not to pressure you or anythin'. When yer ready."

Cassie's heartbeat quickened. "I'll try not to keep you waiting too
long," she said, at a loss for anything else.

Ned nodded once. "Well, um, I should ..."

He trailed off. Cassie looked at him inquisitively. Ned stared back
into her slate blue-gray eyes.

Ned shuffled his feet. "Uh ... we could ... we could just confine it
ta, ya know, something safe ..."

Cassie let her breath go as a husky sigh. "Ned, you're not making it
any easier ..."

"I just meant if yer worried about gettin', ya know, preggers ..."

"It's not that, Ned. I just want to make sure I do it for the right
reasons."

Ned saw Cassie's eyes darken, and her body trembled just enough for him
to notice. "Oh man ... yer gettin' ... I shoulda kept my mouth shut. I
really am messin' with your head ..."

Cassie's pussy tingled delightfully, but she tried to ignore it and
shook her head. "You're not, Ned, as least I don't think you are. I'm
just ..." She paused, then stepped very close to Ned and whispered, "I
want to do it with you as well. Very much. But ..."

Ned's cock had been toying with an erection, but at these words, it
grew hard swiftly. He was at odds with himself. He wanted to keep
nudging her until she gave in, but knew that pressuring her wasn't
right.

When Nyssa had taken him, he had only just been stung by a failed
attempt at an intimate relationship with another girl at school. He had
chosen the Asian girl as his target not just because of his infatuation
with her, but also because she had represented the most unattainable
target he could find, a sort of indirect means of revenge.

Now it was as if Cassie had taken on that role. He still considered her
unattainable, even after having grown this close to her. He was trying
very hard not to see what had happened the night before as a rejection.

"You do like me, right?" Ned asked. "I mean, you're not just sayin'
that?"

"Of course I like you," Cassie said. "Really, this has nothing to do
with you. It's my own hang-up. I'm afraid of this turning into another
thing like with Richie."

Ned looked surprised. "Yer afraid of doin' something to me like that?"

"No, not quite. It's hard to explain. It's sort of like you and Richie
represent something directly opposite what my parents are. I want to
make sure I'm not throwing myself at you just to spite them or
something. Do you see?"

Ned nodded. "I think so," he lied.

"Please, Ned, be patient. I'll get past this. Just give me some time."

Ned nodded again and forced a smile.

Cassie smiled. "See you later."

"Yeah. Later."

Ned watched Cassie head down the hallway. His eyes drifted down to her
ass. His cock ached, and he sighed despondently.



Heather took her seat in her first class after homeroom. She tried to
ignore Brad as he swaggered down the aisle and cast a lascivious gaze
at her. She afforded him only a brief, burning gaze of hatred. The only
solace she took was the fact that one of his eyes had puffed up from
where Richie had landed a decent blow.

Brad sat down and leered at Heather. "So I'm not good enough to fuck,
huh?"

Heather took in a deep breath and let it go through her nose. She
ignored him otherwise.

"Guess you're gettin' too good a fuck from the nerd."

Heather whipped her head around, giving him furious stare. "Who I fuck
is none of your goddamn business."

Brad smirked. "Didn't figure he even knew how to do it. You hafta give
him an instruction manual or something?'

Heather cast a haughty gaze at him. "/If/ he ever did do me, he'd be a
much better lay than you ever were."

"Aw, now that's not nice at all. You've gone all bitchy on me."

"And you've become a total asshole. We're even."

Brad nodded. "Yeah, okay. I know the score, babe. You won't have me."

"Wow, you used your brain. That's a first for someone who usually
thinks with his dick."

Brad laughed. "Yeah, and you'll be thinking with your cunt."

Heather's lips parted. Some of her conviction wavered. "What the hell
does that mean?"

Brad grinned. "I can't fuck you, so you'll have to do it yourself."

"All right, settle down," said the instructor, causing Heather to
flinch. "Last night's homework on your desk. Now."

Heather took out her notebook and opened it. She leaned back in her
seat and tried to focus on the lesson. But her mind would not let go of
what Brad had said to her.

So what was he going to do to her now? Was he going to make her start
thinking of him again? Sex with him was the furthest thing from her
mind. Unless she conjured up the imagery herself, she saw nothing of
herself interacting with him on any level, let alone sexual.

She tried to relax. Maybe he was taunting her. Melissa was supposed to
have some limit to her power. She might have exhausted her energy. Or
she didn't count on Richie trying to beat up her "boyfriend".

A thought flickered through Heather's mind. She recalled herself
sitting in the stall in the ladies' room just before lunch the day
before, masturbating in an attempt to relieve some of the sexual
tension.

Heather's skin flushed. It had been enjoyable despite failing in its
intent. Her thought lingered on the moment, especially the quick stroke
of her fingers over her swollen clit, and how the pleasure rocketed
from her pussy through her body ...

Heather shifted in her seat. Her sex felt warm. She made a face and
shifted her thoughts to something else. This wasn't the time to be
thinking about self-pleasuring.

Minutes later, as she dutifully wrote some notes on the lesson, it slid
back into her thoughts once more. In her mind, fingers sank into wet
folds with an audible squish and began to tease her sensitized flesh.

Heather shook her head. /Stop it. Why am I ...? Oh no .../

Her pussy was growing wet. The more damp it became, the more she
imagined her fingers slipping under her panties and sliding over her
wonderfully wet slit.

Heather leaned forward, closing her eyes tightly. He couldn't actually
force her to do it, could he? He was just planting the desire in her
head, that's all. He couldn't force her hand. She had control over her
body.

Halfway through the class, she realized she had the same dilemma as the
day before: block him out, or pay attention to the class, but not both.
Her pussy had soaked her panties again, and her legs were spread. Her
pussy ached to be touched. In her mind's eye, she was plunging her
fingers into her tight, slick cunt, pumping them in and out as her
pleasure soared.

Heather gasped and yanked her hand away from her thigh.

Her hands gripped the sides of the desk tightly as she took a deep
breath. /I won't let you do this to me,/ she thought. /I won't let you
force me into masturbating in class!/

"Miss Sovert."

Heather bolted upright in her chair. "What?! I-I mean ... yes, Ms.
Parkington?"

The dour-faced woman regarded her with some disdain. "Are you quite all
right, Miss Sovert?"

The imagery in her head would not abate. Her mind was flooded with
images of her fingers massaging the wet, pink flesh of her pussy. Even
as she stared at the instructor, she could see it. She could almost
feel her fingers sliding sensuously down her delta, playing with her
labia before sinking into liquid, lusty heat.

Heather flinched. One hand had alighted on her thigh again, this time
dangerously close to her loins. She pulled it back again.

"Yes, Ms. Parkington, I'm fine," Heather lied.

"Are you sure? You sound out of breath."

Heather forced herself to breathe normally. "Just ... relaxation
breathing ... I'm under stress ..."

There was a faint titter of laughter through the class. Heather's
cheeks burned.

Ms. Parkington sighed. "Very well. But if you feel sick, leave for the
nurse at once. I will not have someone throwing up in my class."

Heather nodded, not trusting her voice.

When the instructor had turned away, she let out a ragged sigh. She
didn't understand. She had managed to resist Brad's thoughts better
than this the day before. Was her resistance breaking down? Or was
Melissa getting more powerful despite Jason's theories?

She had to concentrate on staying in control, even if it meant missing
the rest of the lesson.



Melissa was not pleased.

Nothing was happening fast enough for her. She thought she had Heather
the day before. Heather had been ready to fall at Brad's feet. Melissa
had intended Brad to fuck Heather senseless so she could get into
Heather's head. Even now, she wasn't able to simply force Heather into
playing with herself in class. She could only plant the desire in
Heather's head, and that was stretching her power to the breaking
point.

She sighed and slumped in her seat. She wasn't paying any attention to
the lesson at all. She didn't need to. A simple projected thought at
the instructor, and she would not be called upon.

She wished she knew what the Harbingers had discovered. She knew they
had been to see Susan's mother the day before. Did that woman reveal
her little secret to them? Would they start looking for the book? And
did she keep the pendant link a secret?

Melissa turned her head and looked at Ned. He looked studiously at the
instructor, as if hanging on his every word. He was not very good at
stealth. Melissa knew he was looking at her ever since the class
started.

She once again toyed with the idea of abandoning her plans for revenge.
It wasn't getting her anywhere with Susan and Ann. The time and energy
would best be spent on the Rite. That's really what mattered.

But then that little thought rose from the recesses of her mind.
Abandoning her plans for Heather and Diane would mean giving up
control, even if only in a tiny way. She did not dare do that. And
certainly not Susan and Ann. They must remain hers. She had spent so
long feeling like a spectator watching her life go by, letting others
carry her along by their whims, to even think about giving up anything
she had gained.

She would stay in control. Even if meant pushing herself to the very
limits of her own endurance.



Heather wasn't going to make it.

It was her third class of the morning. The mental assault was
relentless. This time Brad openly stared at her with a smarmy smile on
his face as she struggled. She squirmed in her seat both from the agony
of her aching arousal and the lascivious scrutiny.

Heather kept trying to tell herself that she was in control. They were
just thoughts and desires. It wasn't like the House or Nyssa. She had
some say in her actions.

But the desire was growing so overwhelming that it was difficult to
ignore.

Heather tried to concentrate on what Ms. Hollis was saying. It was
doubly hard because she already didn't like this teacher. Ms. Hollis
made Heather uncomfortable the moment she had set foot in the
instructor's class at the start of the semester.

But when she let her attention focus on the lesson, the clarity of the
imagery became so clear that she had trouble distinguishing her
thoughts from her actions. In her head, fingers slid over slick flesh
and soft wet noises drifted to her ears. Musky heat permeated her pussy
as her pleasure slowly rose.

Halfway through the class, Heather contemplated the unthinkable.

She was in the last row of seats. Ms. Hollis was not paying any
particular attention to her. She had tried to keep control of her face
so her dire situation would not be noticed. No one was looking her way
except Brad.

As if sensing that Heather was at her limit, Brad's smile widened.
Heather bit her lower lip and whimpered as the urge grew stronger
still. Despite her attempt to keep her breathing normal, she was
panting lightly.

Heather swallowed and slipped a shaking hand under her desk.

She steadfastly refused to look at Brad. She didn't want to even
acknowledge his presence. She popped the button at the top of her
crotch and pulled her zipper down just enough to loosen her jeans. She
clenched her teeth to suppress a moan as she slid her hand under her
panties.

As soon as her fingers contacted wet flesh, it was like an electric
shock through her body.

She jerked in the seat, jostling her chair. Her cheeks grew pink, and
she flicked her eyes from side to side. She caught Brad's gaze and
wished she could shrink into her seat and disappear, her blush
deepening.

She averted her eyes. She had intended only to tease herself, just
enough to gain some pleasure and satisfy her urge. Instead, her fingers
were quickly buried in moist heat, stroking hard.

Heather closed her eyes tightly and forced herself to slow down. She
had to retain control. She couldn't let this be on Melissa's terms. She
couldn't let anyone else find out what she was doing.

She heard whispering off to the side. She turned her head, and to her
horror, another boy was looking at her, his eyes goggling at what he
saw. There was a huge grin on Brad's face.

/You fucking bastard,/ Heather thought. Her cheeks glowed. And now Brad
was trying to attract another student's attention, this time a girl.

/Stop it, please STOP IT .../ Heather begged in her mind, but the
erotic assault to her emotions continued unabated. In her moment of
distraction, her attempt to slow her ministrations failed miserably.
Her hand whipped up and down her slit even harder, each moment of
pleasure making it that much more difficult to stop.

Heather heard a disgusted noise. The girl whose attention Brad had
summoned wrinkled her nose in disdain as she looked away, shaking her
head. She leaned over the aisle on the other side and made a comment to
another girl. The other girl craned her neck to see, her mouth dropping
open in shock.

Heather's free hand gripped the side of the desk like a vise. Her
thighs clenched as she soared towards climax. She needed just a few
more seconds. Just a few more and she'd get relief.

She tensed her muscles as hard as she could. It was a technique she had
not done for a long while. She used to do it in the days of her budding
puberty while masturbating in the quiet dark of her room at night. If
she could concentrate properly and without distraction, it would
minimize the mess.

Heather's pussy strained hard near the edge, seconds away from orgasm.

"And just what is the sudden attraction over there?" Ms. Hollis' voice
rang out.

Heather gasped. The shock made her yank her hand out from under her
panties a split second before much of the class turned their heads in
her direction. But it was a second too late in another critical regard.

Her hips jerked hard and rattled her chair. The tension on her muscles
lost, her pussy gushed. Her crotch was soaked in seconds, fluid
trickling onto the chair. She bit her lip hard, but a small whimper
escaped her as she throbbed.

Ms. Hollis raised an eyebrow as she directed her gaze at Heather. "Miss
Sovert."

Mortified, Heather could barely meet her teacher's eyes, her pussy
still throbbing. Her throat locked up.

"What were you doing just now?" Ms. Hollis demanded.

Heather lifted her hand from under the desk. She thought better of it,
but not before the light glistened on her damp fingers. She dropped the
hand to her side. She closed her thighs to hide her wet panties from
view. She uttered another small gasp and her hips jerked once more as
her orgasm briefly flared again.

"N-nothing, Ms. Hollis."

"Really."

Heather said nothing, her heart thumping.

"And you weren't doing anything to distract the other students?
Anything at all?"

Heather shook her head. She knew Ms. Hollis had caught her, but she was
not going to openly admit it. She also knew most of the students in the
class had guessed what had happened as well. That was far worse than
anything Ms. Hollis could do to her.

"Miss Sovert, come see me after class," Ms. Hollis said imperiously.
"Until then, I advise you to keep any further ... urges ... that you
may have to yourself."

"Y-yes, Ms. Hollis ..." Heather murmured. Her eyes brimmed with unshed
tears. She took a deep breath and wiped at her eyes.



In another classroom, Melissa suddenly broke into a wide smile.

All she had needed was that brief moment. The mind was so vulnerable at
the moment of orgasm. All the defenses came down. The old adage "sex is
power" had far more meaning than perhaps its original author had known.

In those few seconds, she could not do much. She could not take control
of Heather outright, or even plant a suggestion. But she could mess
with Heather's inhibitions. The mindscape was like an intricately woven
tapestry, the threads forming delicate patterns that represented the
psyche. She simply snipped a few of those threads that lay about
Heather's self control.

She leaned back in her seat, feeling smug. Now it would be easier to
nudge Heather into doing what she wanted. And it gave her an opening as
to what to do about Diane.



Heather was trembling as she stood before Ms. Hollis icy gaze.

"Now, Miss Sovert. Kindly tell me what you were doing in the back of
the class earlier."

"I-I wasn't doing anything, Ms. Hollis."

"Then exactly what were those boys looking at?"

"Brad has been bothering me, Ms. Hollis. He wants to be my boyfriend
again and I don't want him."

Heather could at least console herself that this was the truth, as far
as it went. But Ms. Hollis remained dubious. "I am going to ask you
point blank, Miss Sovert, and I expect an honest answer. Were you
masturbating?"

Heather's cheeks burned. She let out a forlorn sigh. "Yes," she said in
a tiny voice.

"Hmm. And I suppose you thought the boys would get a kick out of that."

"It wasn't like that, Ms. Hollis, please."

"Then why were you doing it?"

"I ... I-I needed to do it ..."

"And why could you not wait until after school when you were in the
privacy of your own home?"

Heather had no answer. She gave the teacher a forlorn look.

"Miss Sovert, I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

Heather was on the verge of tears again. "P-please, I won't do it
again. I promise."

"That still does not answer my question," said Ms. Hollis. "I will ask
you again: Why did you not wait until after school?"

Heather didn't know what to say. What was Ms. Hollis looking for? An
admission that she was trying to distract the boys? Or was Ms. Hollis
simply trying to embarrass Heather further?

"Ms. Hollis, I can't tell you," Heather said in a shaky voice. "I wish
I could. But I promise never to do it again."

Ms. Hollis sighed and scrutinized Heather for a long moment. "All
right. It's clear that you're going to be stubborn about this. I will
accept your promise. But I cannot let this go unpunished."

Heather nodded slowly.

"It seems that detention is the punishment of choice around here. I,
personally, despise it. I find it useless. I would rather you do
something useful. So this is what you will do. This Halloween, the
school will be holding a party for the students. You will provide your
service to the school by helping set up for the party and helping
manage it once it gets started. That means no date for you that night.
Is that understood?"

Heather swallowed. Mara had warned about a danger to Heather on
Halloween, even to the point of telling her to stay home that day. Now
she was stuck with this, but she couldn't afford to worry about it now.
"Yes, Ms. Hollis," she said sheepishly.

"Very good. Now, get to your next class."

Heather nodded and fled.



Richie pounded a fist on the locker. "That's it! He's fuckin' dead!"

"Richie, stop, please ..." Heather pleaded.

"If you get in trouble again ..." Jason warned.

"Hey, I'm not stupid, 'kay?! I'll wait 'til after school and then I'll
kick his sorry ass into the next fucking state!"

"Richie, Brad is twice your weight!" Diane said. "He'll wipe the floor
with you."

"Yeah, he would've pounded you if Seeger hadn't stopped it!" piped
Melinda.

"Shut up!" Richie exclaimed. "You two don't know shit about ..."

"Look, everyone, time out, okay?!" Jason cried. "Stop it. Richie,
beating up Brad is not going to solve anything."

"But we gotta get Brad to stop fucking with Heather's head!"

"I know! But even if you take Brad out of the picture, it's Melissa
behind it. She'll just find someone else to use. We've got enough
problems as it is."

"Huh? What problems?"

"Like the fact that someone saw what we were doing yesterday," Melinda
said in a miserable voice, her eyes shimmering. "God, I got teased
about that so badly in P.E."

Richie rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake, someone was gonna figger it
out at some point the way you all go at it."

Melinda clenched her hands into fists and whirled around to fire a
blistering retort when Cassie and Ned ran up to them. "Oh my goodness,
Heather, I heard a terrible rumor about ..." She stopped as several
long faces stared back at her. Her own face fell. "Oh no ..."

"Yeah, I thought so," Ned grumbled. "The bitch was lookin' like the cat
that dined on the canary two classes ago."

"God, I've never been so embarrassed," Heather whimpered, tears welling
up in her eyes again. She turned away from the others. Diane
tentatively draped an arm over her shoulders. Heather trembled before
she buried her face in Diane's shoulder. Diane hugged Heather tightly.

"Jason, we have to do something about this!" Melinda cried.

"What am I supposed to do?" Jason complained. "I don't have a magic
spell to shield Heather. I wish I did. So if anyone has any ideas, I'd
love to hear them."

"Jason, I might have an idea," Cassie said. "But I don't think we
should talk about it in the hallway here."

"Fine!" Richie exclaimed, pounding his fist against the locker again.
"You want me to leave so I don't see your fucking secret handshake or
something?!"

"Richie, stop being so defensive!" Jason declared. "She didn't mean
that."

"I just don't want anything getting back to Melissa, that's all,"
Cassie said. "You're welcome to join ... er ..."

She trailed off as Jason gave her a withering look.

Richie's gaze shifted between the two of them. His jaw tightened and he
nodded. "Yeah, I get it. No prob. I'll just butt out. I prob'ly got
plans after school anyway. Y'know, makin' out with the teacher and all
that."

"Yeah, go advertise that, why don't you?" Melinda sneered.

Richie glared at her but walked away without saying a word.

Cassie looked helplessly at Richie's retreating back, then turned to
the others. She looked flustered for a few moments before finally
saying in a huff, "That was uncalled for. You and Jason."

Jason blinked. "What?"

"Why are you shutting him out? You said he was trying to stop ... well,
you know."

"I can't just let him back in right away. He has to prove he's serious
about it."

"But with his ability he could be a real help to us!"

"Look, kiddies, I hate to break up the party, but some of us got
classes," Ned said in irritation. "Let's wait til after school. Then we
can commence bitin' each others' heads off."

Heather and Diane separated. "Guys, we're headed to lunch," Heather
said, sniffling once. "Please, don't fight over this. I just have to
get through today and I'll have the weekend to recover. Brad can't get
at me then."

"You're damn right he won't!" Melinda piped.

"We won't let him come near you, Heather," Jason said firmly.

"Diane, you want a lift to the house with Ned and I?" Cassie asked.

Diane nodded. "Yes, please."

The other Harbingers departed, leaving Heather and Diane alone.

"Heather, I'm really sorry this happened to you," Diane said
despondently. "I wish I could help."

"It's all right, Diane," said Heather.

"No, it isn't! I feel useless again."

"Diane, please, don't do this. Right now all I need is a good friend."

Diane said nothing.

Heather sighed. "I know. You wish it were more than that."

"No, that's not it. I mean, yes, I do, but ..." Diane paused, then
stepped closer to Heather and whispered, "Heather, when you told me
after your first class what Brad was doing this time, you can't imagine
how much I wanted to ... to help you with that a little more directly."

Heather felt a small shiver pass through her. "I know, Diane ... I wish
...."

Diane shook her head and forced a smile. "You want a friend. That's
what I'll be. We'll deal with the other later. Come on, we have to get
to lunch."

Heather slowly smiled and shared another hug with Diane before they
both headed towards the cafeteria together.



"Mrs. Radson was a bit flustered once I mentioned my dreams to her,"
Cassie began. "So what she told me was a bit jumbled. I tried to piece
it together afterward, so here's what I came up with."

The Harbingers were seated in the elegant living room of the mansion.
Jason appeared uncomfortable. He still half-expected a trap to be
sprung on them. He believed he would feel that way until he knew who
their unknown benefactor was.

He was also upset with Cassie. He felt like she was treating him as the
bad guy concerning Richie. He was grateful that Cassie was the
compassionate one of the group, but he felt that could go only so far.
He couldn't get Cassie to understand that Richie would not change his
ways if he were not made to feel what it was like to violate a trust.

"Melissa is looking for a book of magic spells. One of these spells is
something called 'the Rite of Power.' It allows one to tap the power at
a node, which is where lines of force converge. In this case, it's the
one under the Inn. This is where it gets a little murky. She said that
there's some sort of entity at the node. When her mother Jessica was in
attendance when the Rite was being performed, she saw something coming
out the node."

"/Coming out/ of the node?" Melinda piped in a quavering voice.
"Cassie, wh-what is this thing that's supposed to be there?"

"I don't know, Melinda. All she said was that it was evil."

"Is that what's behind everything going on in the town?" Diane asked.
"Some ... some sort of monster?"

"Well, let's not get overly dramatic," Jason said.

"Anything that would allow someone like Melissa to do what she's doing
to Heather is a monster in my view, Jason!"

"Never mind what it's called!" Melinda cried. "Is that what we're
fighting, Cassie?"

Cassie sighed and shook her head. "I've told you everything that I
know. I wish there was more, but Melissa showed up and I had to cut the
conversation short. I was lucky to get the clue to finding the book."

"She told you where it was?"

"No. She doesn't know herself. She's had the clue in a sealed envelope
and never looked at it herself. I've read it and told Jason."

"I didn't have a chance to memorize it," Jason said.

"Um, that's okay," Cassie said, giving him a sheepish look. She pulled
her book bag into her lap and carefully extracted the envelope from
between the pages of a textbook. "I have it here."

Jason sighed. "Cassie ..."

"You told me to keep it somewhere safe. That's what I did. I thought it
safer with me where I can see it rather than being left at home where
anyone could take it." Cassie plucked the letter from the envelope and
unfolded it. She read the four-line poem aloud.

"That's it?" Melinda demanded. "We go through all that shit for a
stupid poem?"

"And what was that third line?" Heather asked with a confused look.
"Ensconces?"

"Yes, I know," said Jason. "The grammar is dubious on that line.
Technically it should be /where it is ensconced/ since it's a
transitive verb, but the author employed a bit of literary license to
...."

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Nerd. I meant, what the hell does the word mean?"

"Oh. It means to place protectively."

"But it could be anywhere!" Melinda said.

"It's gotta be in Haven here, right?" Ned asked. "Since that Rite was
done here. Haven's not a big town."

"It is when you're trying to look for a single book in it."

"Well, let's look at each line of the poem," Jason said.

"The first one was: /It is one among the masses/," said Cassie. "So
maybe that means it's with a bunch of other books?"

"The library?" Diane suggested.

Melinda rolled her eyes. "You're not going to hide something like this
in a library, bubblehead."

"No, actually, it makes sense," Jason said. "The last line talks about
it being hidden in plain sight. Without this clue, you'd never think it
was there."

"There was something about a light, wasn't there?" Heather asked.

"Yes," Cassie said. "The second line: /It lies opposite the light./"

"And 'ensconces' suggests a hidden or protected area," Jason said.
"That lies opposite some light source. Only ... hmm ... Cassie, any
idea how long ago that clue was written?"

"Mrs. Radson didn't say. But the envelope and letter look pretty old.
If her mother was a young woman when she saw this Rite, then ..."

"Then that could place it in the late 1940's or early 1950's. Which is
where the problem lies."

"Why?"

"Well, think about it. Opposite a light source. If that referred to
some lamp or other light fixture, then the clue is useless today. The
library was renovated about five years ago. And that library has been
around almost as long as that letter, so I'm sure that was not the
first renovation. No way the place could possibly look the same as it
did sixty years ago."

"So we're back at square one," Diane said with a sigh.

"Or it's not really in the library," Melinda said. "I told you it was a
dumb idea."

"Look, would it hurt us to give the library a look-see?" Ned asked. "I
wanna do /something/ with this clue. Worst that happens is we don't
find anything."

"I can't go now," Heather said. "I'm just too shaken by everything
that's happened today."

"And I have another stupid function to attend with my parents," Cassie
said glumly. "It will take me an hour to get ready for it."

"The library has hours on Saturday," Jason said. "Up until about one in
the afternoon. We can get a look around. Maybe I can come up with some
old photos of what the place used to look like back then."

"Jason, I don't have a library card," Melinda said.

"You don't need one just to get in, only to check out books. So can
everyone make ten in the morning?"

A nodding of heads.

"Okay, good. I guess we're done then for ..."

"Jason, I think we should tell the others about Richie's ability,"
Cassie said. "And what you found out for him."

Jason sighed, then gestured for Cassie to start. They both told the
others about Richie's ability and what Jason had discovered about the
couple that used to live in Richie's house.

"I think it makes sense that he has this ability, actually," Cassie
said. "He can see the past, I can see the present, and Heather can see
the future. It was like all of us were meant to come together as a
group."

Jason chose not to remind her about Richie's current status, but
Melinda had no such qualms. "Except Richie's been kicked out."

"I know. I'm hoping that won't be permanent."

"I'm not."

"Melinda, Richie was willing to get himself hurt to protect Heather."

Melinda opened her mouth to retort until she caught Heather's eye. She
sighed and subsided.

"His exclusion from the group is not permanent," Jason said. "I just
want to see a little more progress. He says he wants to try to break
things off with Miss Davis."

Melinda snorted in derision. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Jason paused, then nodded slowly.

Cassie frowned at Melinda. "To be honest, one of the main reasons I
brought the clue with me rather than leave it at home was that I was
hoping to hand it to Richie and see if he could get anything from it. I
thought it would help us."

"Unless the bit about him needing to be in the same place as the thing
he's trying to see is correct," said Jason. "So he'd have to be in the
same room where the poem was written."

"But he might get some fleeting images anyway. And, Jason, I want him
to come along with us tomorrow at the library. I don't care whether
he's in the group or not. This is too important to worry about that
now. He has an ability that can be really helpful."

Melinda looked about to protest, but refrained after a warning glance
from Cassie.

Cassie turned to Jason. "Is he really trying? I mean /really/ trying to
stop this thing with Miss Davis?"

Jason shrugged. "He says he is. I guess I believe him. All right, I'll
call him later and see if he'll come along tomorrow."

Cassie smiled. "Thank you."

"If we're done with all that," Diane said. "Can we /please/ talk about
what we can do to stop Brad? I don't want to see Heather go through
another day like today again."

Ned looked at Cassie. "Babe, ya had some idea 'bout how to protect
her?"

"Well, sort of," said Cassie. "It's a bit of a long shot. Mrs. Radson
said the book had other spells in it. I was thinking that if we can
find it, there might be something in there that can help."

"That's assuming that we find it," Jason said. "And we can actually do
the spells in the book. And it would be safe to even try them in the
first place."

"I know. But it's all I could come up with. I wish I had a chance to
ask her more about the book, but then again, she hasn't seen it
herself."

"To be honest, Cassie, I don't think we'll find any book."

Cassie sighed. "You /still/ think this is a setup of some kind."

"Yeah, I do. We went from having nothing to supposedly knowing all of
Melissa's plans in the space of a week and having a nice place to
meet."

"You think she's gonna gun for us at the library?" Ned asked, unable to
hide the amusement from his voice.

"Not necessarily. But I still think we're being led towards something.
But we've agreed to keep going, and that's what we'll do. So I think we
should end this meeting here."

He stood up before anyone could object. The others followed suit. "Um
.... Heather?" Diane asked tentatively. "Can I talk to you before we go?
In private?"

Heather nodded. "We'll catch up with you," she said to the others. She
waited for them to leave before turning to Diane. "What is it?"

"I hate not being able to call you. It's driving me nuts."

"I know, I know."

"I want to spend more time with you," Diane said softly. "I know you're
not sure about ... about us, but ..."

Heather stepped closer to Diane and smiled. "It's all right. I have to
admit, it's nice knowing you feel this way about me."

"I just wish you felt it on the same level that I do. I think about it
all the time, Heather. It gets me excited at odd moments."

Heather suddenly felt a wave of heat pass over her body. Her gaze fixed
on Diane's eyes.

"You're not the only one that has to deal with getting h-horny at bad
times. It happens to me a lot, if I think about you too much."

Heather's eyes turned dark and sultry. Her pussy tingled.

Diane blushed when she noticed Heather staring at her. "That was too
much, wasn't it? I shouldn't have ... said ... Heather, what ...?"

Diane's voice dissolved into a surprised gasp when Heather pulled Diane
close and kissed her.

Diane struggled for only a second, mostly out of shock. She recovered
swiftly, her eyes sliding closed. She moaned into the kiss and
submitted. Her legs quivered in her mounting excitement, and a dull
throbbing was felt in her sex.

Heather escalated the kiss and parted her lips before her brain caught
up with what her body was doing. Her eyes fluttered open and she broke
off the kiss, panting lightly. "Diane, I ... s-sorry, I don't know what
got into me! I just ..."

"No, no, it was nice!" Diane said, her voice husky. "Please, you didn't
have to stop."

Heather looked confused and distressed.

Diane grew anxious. "You did want to do that, didn't you?"

"I was thinking about it, but ... that was really weird. It was like I
didn't even consider what I was doing, I just did it. I'm not making
any sense, am I?"

Diane shook her head sadly.

"Everything is really strange for me now, Diane. You said it yourself,
I'm not the same person I was at the start of the summer. I'm still
trying to understand my own head."

Diane nodded. She was simply glad that Heather was not denying that the
impulse had been her own. She would have been devastated if Heather had
believed that someone was controlling her into doing it. Surely Melinda
or the others would have picked up on that.

Heather smiled weakly. "I did enjoy it."

"Heather, I have to ask ... Did you really do it with Jason near the
greenbelt?"

Heather blushed. "God, that's all over the school now, isn't it?"

Diane nodded forlornly.

"Yes, we did. I had to. Brad had screwed with my head so much that ..."

"It's okay. I'm not jealous or anything like that. Look, we better get
back to the others," said Diane with a small smile. "Or they really
will believe we stayed behind to have sex."

Heather felt a surge of warmth again in her nether regions, and she
actually considered taking Diane up to one of the bedrooms. With some
effort, she quelled the impulse. "Okay, let's go. After the library,
we'll hang out together somewhere."

Diane smiled and nodded. The two of them headed out.



"Oh God ... oh yeah ... don't stop ... harder ... /harder!/"

Richie grunted as his hips pounded against Linda's body, the two of
them coupling in frenzied heat reminiscent of some staged adult movie.
With as much excitement as he felt with his cock inside Linda's tight
pussy, he felt almost equal measure of guilt.

Linda had begged him to do her. Richie admittedly did not resist very
long before acquiescing. He both hated himself for his inability to
give up the sex and the others for wanting him to give it up. He was
even doing it from the front like Linda wanted.

Linda moaned deeply. She reached up and grasped her ankles, holding her
legs apart as wide as she could, a silent invitation to Richie to go
even deeper.

Richie rocked his hips as fast as he could, his breathing heavy. Linda
arched her back and cried out. He uttered a strained groan and speared
her hard as his cock exploded. He was barely coherent for the next few
moments as he throbbed hard inside her. Linda moaned and writhed, her
own orgasm stretched out by his pulsing manhood.

Finally, Richie was spent. Still panting, he withdrew and rolled onto
his side.

"Thank you," Linda whispered as she went limp on the bed.

"Yeah, don't mention it," Richie said breathlessly, realizing that it
sounded stupid the moment it came out of his mouth. "I gotta run after
this."

Linda sat up and gave him a disappointed look.

"I gotta stop this," Richie said. "I /gotta/."

Linda bit her lip but nodded slowly.

Richie sat up and wiped his face with his hand. "You gotta figure out
what you want, see? You hafta want this yourself. That's how it has to
work. You get it?"

"I do, Richie, but ..."

"But what? It's real simple. Don't go makin' it all complicated like
Jason the Nerdboy does, 'kay?" He scrambled out of bed and scooped up
his clothing.

"I just don't know what I want, Richie," Linda said softly

"You keep sayin' that. You're a fuckin' broken record. Figure it out
over the weekend."

Linda's eyes widened. "You're not coming over?"

Richie shook his head as he yanked his jeans up his legs. "Got things
to do. Won't have time. Sorry."

Linda hugged her knees and nodded.

"So, just think about it, 'kay? Make a decision. That's all I want. I
just want someone to make a fuckin' decision!"

Linda said nothing in reply. Without another word, Richie finished
dressing and left.
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