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Lilim Tales, by Armond Part 3. *** 8. The research was fascinating! Enlightening! And ...useless. Cassandra ran 'Jaiden and Luana Lundquist', 'Jayden and Luna Longaine' and any possible variation she could contrive through every search engine known to man. The hits she gathered were a history walk through the 20th Century - a 'Jaide Lundquist' was a diplomat with the South African delegation that signed the original League of Nations charter in 1919. Curiously, 'Luana Lundquist' was an attach? to the Swedish delegation at the UN Charter signing in 1945. 'Jayden Lundquist', she learned, served on the board of several multinational corporations, most recently as the CEO of Ascent Investments. Cassandra was able to Google image a blurry picture - a silver-haired man wearing a navy two-button Brooks Brothers suit. His jaw line looked so much like Jayden's, she thought they could be related; Daddy and Junior? Luna's name showed hits as the owner of dozens of high-powered media publications and outlets. "Fabulous. I have a surfer dude -slash- limo driver whose father is king of Wall Street, and a crazy bitch who gives Rupert Murdoch a run for his money." The term 'lilim' produced bizarre and disturbing links, to demons called incubus and succubus, and their mother Lilith, the first wife of Adam. Cody had never put stock in such myths, but Cassandra was willing to reconsider, because here she sat, living proof of the impossible. Even if somehow those myths were true, they offered nothing to explain her sex change. After two fruitless hours, Cassandra's head nodded to the keyboard; the day had seemed a year long and her brain circuits were fried. Her cell phone ring tone -Bad to the Bone- jolted her awake. "H-hello?" Her face felt funny; she ran her hand over her cheek and realized she had keyboard imprints on it. She also discovered she had managed to droll on the keys. ~Great.~ The panic in Luna voice dragged Cassandra back to consciousness. "Yeah? What do you want, ~Ms. Longaine~? Was there some name you forgot to call me, or did 'piece of shit cover it?'" Luna was ...crying? She was saying something about Jayden being injured. Worry blanketed her, though she didn't know why. "Whoa, slow down. He was hurt how? Why aren't you taking him to a doctor or-" Cassandra didn't catch much of the answer, because Luna had turned hysterical, screaming that only Cassandra could save him. "Okay, this is insanity, plain and simple. I'll call 911 and have an ambulance sent to-" Cassandra listened unbelieving to Luna's next words, answering after several moments of silence. "~Are you serious?~ Because, I'd drive at warp speed through a hurricane for that. Be sure to alert your security guy 'Bob' to let me in, you know the helpful lad who just hours ago tossed me out?" Cassandra clicked off her phone. She was energized, she was stoked; this was it! The moment she had been waiting for since her change. She would need to throw on jeans and t-shirt, grab keys and wallet, and hit it. Wait! She would need an extra clothes too, Cody clothes, because Luna promised if she came now and helped Jayden, she would change Cassandra back, tonight. The end of this nightmare was in sight! *** The thunderstorm had taken up residence in the city it seemed, for it continued to hammer away with lightning, thunder, and sheets of rain. So, warp speed to Luna's was out, and the extra transit time brought her down to earth. Not all the way to ground level, but close enough to question what she was doing. "Think, Cassie, does any of this make sense? They change you for reasons unknown, Jayden, the limo man, is hurt and so instead of taking him to the hospital, Luna calls you ...to do ~what~? And if you do this ...whatever ...for Jayden, she'll change you back? Right, and, oh look! The next street sign you see ahead says 'gullible'." Ultimately, she kept driving, because she figured, what did she have to lose? If Luna didn't change her back, then she would be no worse off than she was now. The surrealness hit hard when she entered Luna's building lobby, and the security guard -internally, she'd named him 'Bob' because he looked like one- smiled and waved her through. Like they were old friends. Like he had no recollection of shoving her out the door just hours ago, threatening to call the police. The elevator ride up creeped her out as well. The lights flicked twice, making her wonder if she was going to be trapped. The elevator interior reminded her of a mausoleum; she couldn't for the life of her figure out why it needed to be NBA player tall. Cassandra knocked several times on Luna's penthouse door, but no one came to open it. It was open, so Cassandra let herself in. Her footsteps echoed down the halls; why weren't the lights on? "Hello?" "In here, in my bedroom. Hurry!" Luna's voice sounded different, like multi-toned reeds vibrating. Cassandra followed it down the penthouse hallway, and the lightning flashes lit the way. She stopped in front of the dark doubled doors at the hallway's end. Even the lightning flickers couldn't penetrate that gloom. "Ms. Longaine?" "Cassandra; thank Lilith you came. Jayden is dying and needs your psi to live." Cassandra could just see an outline of Luna; a darker shape in the shadowy black, and ...something wasn't right about it, her outline seemed too big. "My ...Psi? What's that?" "Psi is energy that you -you alone- produce when your body is stimulated. Jayden needs to feed from you to regenerate. It is why we changed you, because in this form -as a hybrid srryn- you produce energy that lilim -Jayden and I- must have to live." "You said that earlier; lilim. They are supposedly sex demons, but that can't be true, can it?" Cassandra gave a nervous laugh. "In your genetically altered body, when you are sexually aroused, you produce huge psi amounts. Jayden needs a massive dose ~now~!" "Wait ...wait ..." Cassandra tried to puzzle it together - Psi. Stimulation. Sex. ~Demons~. She wasn't escaping the nightmare, she was diving deeper into it! What the ~fuck~ had they done to her? A sinewy blue hand shot from the black and clamped her wrist. "I've fed him all the psi I could, more than I should have. Do not be scared; I won't hurt you." "I don't know what you want!" Cassandra yelped. "Change me back, please! I ...won't tell anyone about this. I promise." "No 'changing back' for you, srryn. You ~will~ do this." "Do ~what~? Let me go!" Cassandra fought to pull away, but even as Cody, she wouldn't have been able to break Luna's steel grip. As little Cassandra? Her efforts were laughable. Luna yanked her into the black and pinned her to a wall as if she were a rag doll. "We do not have time for this." Luna shoved a fat rose crystal between Cassandra's lips and sweet syrup filled her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but Luna's hand clamped over her mouth, and she gagged on it instead, swallowing in coughing gulps. "C'taia, undiluted; this will hit you fast." Cassandra continued her futile thrashing until a dual rush of lethargy and euphoria blanketed her, spinning her mind to cotton candy. Her legs buckled at the same moment she giggled. Luna held her to keep her from falling. Then she unsnapped Cassandra's jeans and let them drop to the floor. "Jayden and I are so drained we cannot project a human image. You will see us in our true state. As you said, humans call us demons. Do you want a blindfold?" "Mmm? Don't ...know..." Cassandra couldn't think straight; she couldn't think much of anything beyond how buzzed her body felt. "Ummm, what eggzactly are you doing to me?" "I'm sure you can figure it out," Luna answered, as she slipped Cassandra's panties off. Cassandra giggled again; everything was suddenly hilarious. "A zillion natural women in town, and you call the one babe who used to be a man for sexual CPR?" She snort giggled, and continued, "seriously, you've turned me into an Everready sex bunny?" "As funny as it seems, only you can save my mate." She lifted the petite girl into her arms and carried her to the bed where Jayden lay. Luna switched on the bedside lamp. She watched as the girl's eyes swept over her, first taking in her nonhuman face, then her black silken wings. Luna waited for the inevitable screams. But instead she heard: "Looona! You're an ~angel~! Where's my damn sketch book when I need it?" "Save him, Cassandra, save my mate!" Cassandra turned to the bloody gray figure with crumpled wings and instinct took hold, srryn instinct. "Jayden!" Her hands shot out to touch him. When they did, a jolt of her energy flowed to him, and his eyes fluttered open. "What's ...happening...?" Jayden whispered. "Hush, my love. Our srryn is here to make you better," Luna said, as she placed the girl next to him. "Quick, take his janja, -that's the tip of his tail- put it into your vagina and-" "-My what? Ohhh yeaahh, that new thingy down where my ooold thingy used to be ...this is ...really how it works?" "Yes," Luna said, "you must insert it. Trust me, you are going to like this." Cassandra took his tail in her hands. The tip was bulbous, smooth and about the size of a golf ball. And translucent blue. "Hurry!" Luna pleaded. "This is all..." she sighed instead of saying 'too much.' Her hands started to shake. "I'm scared." "Don't be, darling, relax and enjoy. This is as natural for a srryn as breathing." Luna guided the tip of Jayden's tail to Cassandra's vaginal folds. On contact, the tip pulsed blue, and Cassandra felt a buzz -a very pleasurable buzz- shiver through her body. "ohhhhhhh ...so ...um, not so bad..." Gingerly, she slid it between her folds and in, and felt the janja hum alive, throbbing. Her buzz became a cascade of pleasure. "Ahhhhmmmmm." "That's it!" Luna said. "He needs a massive hit to heal, as large as you can produce. I'll have to stimulate you fully. Which means I'm going to enter you with my janja." Cassandra vaguely grasped what Luna said, but she couldn't make her mouth form the simple word 'where.' Any sound other than moaning was now beyond her. Luna sensed her question. "Since your vagina is already filled..." Luna positioned Cassandra so she was on all fours. "...I'm taking you from behind." Her janja slipped easily in Cassandra's arousal-lubricated anus, and when Luna's tail tip started pulsing, the girl lost whatever shred of rational thought she'd clung to, surfing wave after orgasmic wave. Luna tried to sip as little of Cassandra's psi as she could, but Jayden was right; Cassandra was the mother lode, and tasted ~fantastic~. At that instant, she became addicted to the girl. *** 9. Jayden stretched his arms over his head. He felt weak and sore but whole. How had this happened? He felt movement next to him, and was startled to find Luna's face next to his. Kissing him. "Are you mad? We shouldn't be this close." Luna silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Do you feel the feeding urge?" No! For the first time since Lori died, he was psi sated. He shook his head. "I'm full too," she whispered. "But how? Beth could never have given such a charge. And why are we whispering?" "Because we don't want to wake the srryn." Luna raised a black wing to show Cassandra curled and sleeping. "Cassie!" Of course, that explained the amazing psi. "This is fantastic news!" He ran a hand along Cassandra's dark golden thigh and she answered with a small purring sound. Srryn purring. "And fully activated. She's magnificent." Luna shook her head and sighed. "I do not know how she will be." "What do you mean?" Jayden asked. "I forced this on her; I had no choice, you would have died if I hadn't." Luna ran a hand over Cassandra's smooth rump. "I tricked her into coming here, drugged her, and then we entered her. Her srryn instincts are working fine, but the human part of her consciousness is in shock. Once that fades, another emotion is bound to kick in. My money is on hate." *** Apparently being fuck drunk didn't leave a hangover, because when Cassandra awoke, she felt the best she had in her life. She even experienced an after tremor of pleasure. "Mmmm ...Jesus." "Good morning, srryn." Cassandra opened her eyes to see Luna beside her on the bed. Luna was projecting her 'human' image, dressed in black silk pants and blouse. Cassandra did a quick reconnaissance of her surroundings. In the light of day, she found she lay on a bed three times as large as a king; it seemed like a mini football field. An image bubbled up, of creatures with huge wings, which explained the need for size. Human instinct told her to get away from this creature, but her new srryn nature overruled it with another directive. With baffled expression and shaking hands, she reached to touch Luna's face. "Are you well?" Luna nodded, taking Cassandra's hand and gently squeezing it. "And ...Jayden ...he is better? Do I need to-" Luna shook her head. "He is in his bedroom. Resting." "Why did I ask that? It was like ...I had to ...before I did anything else..." "A Srryn's first thoughts are for her lilim. Thanks to you, he is healing. We owe you much." Images from last night flooded her brain, and she yanked her hands from Luna's. "You lied to me." "I had no choice, I had-" "-You ~fucked~ me, and..." Cassandra drew her knees close to her chest, lowered her head and whispered, "...I liked it. Oh, God, I ~loved it~." Luna didn't know what to say. Her feelings for the girl had shifted; she had saved her mate -no, saved them both- and for that alone she would be indebted to Cassandra forever. And she craved the girl's taste; it was a drug to her. But she had so mangled Cassandra's srryn initiation, she wondered if the girl could ever feel anything for her other than srryn duty. "Change me back," Cassandra rasped. "You promised!" "I cannot. There is no reversal process. You will remain as you are for the next hundred years." "You ~fuckers!~" When Cassandra raised her head, Luna saw her eyes were tear-filled. "I need ...to get out of here. Where are my clothes?" Luna sighed. "Modesty in a new srryn is like dew on summer grass, jeweled and fleeting." "Screw that, gimme my goddamn clothes," Cassandra growled, as she searched for a top sheet to cover herself. Finding none, she covered her breasts. "Ah! The return of the old Cody; I wondered when he would make an odious reappearance." Cassandra blinked. "Why do you say that? I know the 'people I've treated like shit' list is long, but you aren't on it. I'm the one whose life is ruined. What right do you have to hate me?" Luna drew back. "Hate you? Nonsense! You are my srryn; I care for you and wish you to be happy." "Really? You call dragging me down your hallway and tossing me out the door an act of affection?" "You angered me by your thoughtless intrusion into something deeply personal to me. Lori was my first srryn, and our love was beyond your comprehension. You profaned her memory by prying into her journal. I doubt you have the capacity to understand this." "I doubt I have the capacity to understand ~anything~ happening to me, except to know you've forced me to become ...whatever the hell you've turned me into. So, in comparing our 'sins', I think what you did to me is a bit more serious than me peeking into someone's diary." Luna could not argue against that logic so she played her 'maturity' trump card. "I am a hundred years old, Cassandra Albornos. In several decades you ~might~ have the maturity to understand the dynamics of our relationship, but for now, you will have to trust me when I tell you I do not hate you." "You may be a zillion years old, but I know one thing, ~I'm~ not the one that's the problem here." "I have no idea what you are talking about." Luna looked away to avoid Cassandra's stare. "-No! This is important! I am fighting urges telling me to wrap my arms around you. To comfort you. Every fucking brainwashed thought I have is of you and Jayden. But how do I comfort someone who resents me?" "How odd that condition -putting the well-being of others before your own- must feel to one whose life was singularly self-centered. The term 'poetic justice' springs to mind." "See! ~This~ is how you see me! You hate me." "I don't see where you are going with this." But she did; Cassandra was focusing on what she was denying, what Lori had warned her about, in fact. That the problem wasn't Cassandra at all. "Where am I going? The fuck out of here. You have twenty four hours to change me back. After that, I go to the police. Clear enough, Ms. Longaine?" "That would not be advisable. First, the police wouldn't believe you and would have you held for psychiatric evaluation. And second, you will find that as the day progresses, the urge for you to feed us, the srryna, will grow; the yearning will be especially strong today because of Jayden's injury. If a srryn goes more than a couple of days without feeding her lilim, she becomes ...er...feral with desire." What was this monster telling her, Cassandra wondered, that she would go into a mindless heat if she didn't fuck them? "No, no, no!" She jumped from bed and ran to her folded clothes on the dresser. "Don't ever call me or see me again, unless it's to change me back." Luna knew she needed to grab the girl, caress her, and explain everything that was happening. But between her guilt for the way she treated Cassandra and her mourning for Lori, she was emotionally paralyzed. "Please, don't go! You will be back, Cassandra. The srryna will overwhelm you." "You're dead wrong; I will never become your mindless..." Mindless what? Sex slave? Energy cow? Cassandra had zero understanding of what they had done to her. "...I ...I won't. I swear to God I won't. And ...I'll buy a gun and shoot you if you come for me. Got it?" "You're making this so much harder than it needs to be." But with a screamed string of obscenities, Cassandra was out the door and gone. Luna's human projection vanished, and the winged creature slumped over into her bed. Sadness enveloped her and images began playing in her mind. Her ache for Lori was a raw wound in her soul still, but Cassandra was wrong. Luna did not hate her. For the first time since Lori's death, she was willing to admit the reverse was true. It was not her first srryn she now saw in her mind. Instead when Luna closed her eyes, Cassandra's face appeared, enraptured as she gazed at Rembrandt's paintings, kneeling before her in her silk kimono, bright-eyed and smiling, laying in her arms, seeing her true form and calling her an angel. Luna moaned one word: "~Cassie~." *** 10. "Is it possible to scream in pleasure, and in terror, at the same time?" Cody had never been a fan of theoretical discussions and neither was Cassandra now. What she debated was not hypothetical; she was, as far as she could tell, dealing with demons. Yet, Luna had looked so breathtakingly stunning, that Cassandra's hands ached to sketch her. And what they had done to her when they entered her ...her body shivered at the memory. It was still early morning when Cassandra stumbled into her apartment. She had no idea what to do next. She had thought after her change two days ago things couldn't get stranger, but now? She considered following through on her threat and buying a gun; maybe she could intimidate them, force them to change her back. The idea seemed stupid almost the second she thought of it, because, weren't they creatures yanked from horror flick casting, winged, super strong, and possessing weird mind powers? Oh, and fabulously rich, too. And she was this tiny thing whose 'power' was to have sex. "Yeah, that fight would last all of a nanosecond." More than that, the thought of hurting them felt terribly wrong, so much so it made her nauseous. Even now, she felt a pull to go back to them, to run her hands over their bodies. Her instincts told her she could never harm them. She growled in frustration. "Fine, then I could ...I could off myself and end this nightmare story. Ha! Then the fucking energy feeders would be up shit creek." No, she couldn't do that, her srryn mind patiently told her, because that would be hurting them, depriving them of the sustenance they needed to live. It was her duty, her purpose, to care for her lilim. "Care for them? I never want to see them again! Jesus, they've screwed up my brain!" Cassandra was about to crawl into bed and curl into a ball when her cell phone rang. "Hello? ...E-emilie ...no, I was up and ...hmm? You missed your bus?" Cassandra didn't think to respond with a Cody 'it sucks to be you' retort when Emilie begged a ride to her work. Instead, her offer to help was instantaneous. 'A srryn is helpful,' a voice whispered in her head; she shook it, the way a swimmer shakes his head to get water out of the ears. "Sure, where do you need to go? Lexington and 12th? That's near Market Street, right?" A plan of action had occurred to her, pathetic as it was. "...Great, 'cause this will work out pretty well for me..." Her mind leaped to a solution. She didn't doubt Luna's words were true; she could feel the urge, the -what had Luna called it, the srryna?- building. Maybe it was like a drug addiction, and if she could get through the next few days without seeing them, she could beat this. She adjusted her goal downward; she wasn't trying to change back to Cody now, she was simply wanting to get back to 'human normal.' If anything could take her mind off the ~srryna~, it would be her art. "...Maya wants me to do another ...er ...I mean do a watercolour of Market Street. See you in 15?" Instinct made Cassandra swing by Starbucks to pick up a latte and muffin for her friend. A dimpled smile lit Emilie's face when Cassandra thrust them to her. "Mind reader! How did you know I didn't eat this morning?" Emilie said, and chomped into the blueberry muffin. "You are a life saver, by the way. I would have been in deep shit at work if I had to wait for the later bus." "Not a problem. Do you need a ride home, too?" "Naw, I'm good. I will let you take me to Maya's later though." They drove a while without talking, as Emilie attacked the hot gooey pastry. At a certain point, Cassandra realized the munching and slurping sounds had stopped and Emilie was staring at her. "What?" "You look ...erm ...healthy this morning; I swear you're glowing," Emilie said, then her lips turned up in a sly smile. "Did you ...get a little last night, girlfriend?" ~Get a little?~ Holy shit! Understatement of the century! She felt something in her lower body clenching at the memory; it took her a moment to identify it. In her defense, it was a body part new to her ...her pussy? It felt wet and throbby. "Ah ha! You aren't denying it, eh? So you did!" Emilie said, and then pointed to an office building ahead on the left. "That's it there. Where hours of glorious filing await." Emilie jumped out when Cassandra pulled next to the curb. "Thanks again for the ride, the coffee, and the scoop. I expect -nay, demand- a full report on your adventures later." Full report? Cassandra wondered how that would go down. 'Um yeah, I had sex with two demons, and they double fucked me, until I blacked out from orgasms.' The thought of what the lilim did to her last night caused a soft moan, or purr, to escape her lips. "Cassie? Are you okay?" Cassandra realized Emilie was still staring at her through the open car door. Shit! "Y-yeah, why?" "I don't know; for a second there it looked like you just had an org-" Emilie stopped herself and shook her head. "Whatever you're on, girl, I need me some." *** With a determination of pure will, she focused on her task, despite her growing heat. She set up her easel close to the granite walls of the Fourth National Bank building. That way, no one could come up behind her and startle her with a 'whatcha doing, painting?' brilliant observation. Plein air paintings presented a different set of problems to those done in a studio. It was a bright fall day, and at 9:30 A.M. the shadows of Market Square were still long, but shrinking. This was the time of day she had painted the scene as Cody, and she wanted to duplicate the conditions. A slight breeze dictated she clip her paper to the easel, but it also rustled the leaves of the Paperbark maples that lined the street. The deep red of the leaves against the orange bark already gave the trees a fiery feel, and when the leaves shimmered, they became swirls of energy. She blinked; she'd never seen them that way before. "Okay, as Cody we started with the main shapes first, then we filled in the details. So as Cassie we do the same." She inventoried those main shapes; the white Farmer's Market building with its clock tower, the white and angular art deco 'Arena' movie theater, several parked cars, and people. She blinked again. The people didn't look like people, or not exactly. They were energy swirls too, different colors, though, and she wondered if they signified different moods. Even the buildings pulsed with a glow. Her breath caught when it hit her she wasn't seeing forms. Or not defining them might have been a better way to describe it. She had never seen like this! What had changed? A lot, obviously, but what specifically would do this? She loved painting as Cody. She loved painting now. What was it about Cody that sucked the life from his paintings? Or, what did she have now that let her experience ~everything~ so differently, so ~alive~? She didn't know. She didn't care. The fire in her head was overriding the fire in her body. For now. She grabbed her brush ...and painted. *** "Ms. Soutine?" Meredith held out her hand. "Meredith Benson, Trend Magazine. Thanks for seeing me at such short notice." Maya led Meredith past the rows of easels to her office in the back of the studio. "Excuse the mess," Maya said, motioning for Meredith to sit. "Artists you know." Meredith grinned; truthfully, the room more resembled a collage than an office. "As I said on the phone, we want to do a spread using Cassie, and I need to run a background check on her." Maya squinted at the woman before her. They were about the same age, she figured, and Meredith looked like she was managing her forties well, her brunette hair looked to be her natural coloring ~and~ free of gray. She sensed from Meredith's clear eyes she could like this woman. So why did she have the feeling Meredith wasn't being truthful? "Yes, about that, do senior editors at Trend do background checks like this? I would have thought this could have been handled by someone junior and over the phone." "Normally that's true," Meredith said. "But this 'spread' is the pet project of the owner and editor-in-chief Luna Longaine, and so I decided to handle it myself. How long have you known Cassie, and what can you tell me about her?" "Honestly? I've known her a couple of days. From what little I've seen of her work, I think she's quite talented, much more so than her cousin whom I've known longer; their styles are uncannily similar, though. I'll know more when I see what she does with an assignment I've given her." "But other than that, you know nothing about her?" Meredith feared Maya would be yet another dead end. She had checked Facebook, MySpace, numerous search engines, and had found nothing about the girl. Cassandra Albornos appeared to be the Ungooglable Woman. Maya's eyes narrowed. "There is something else going on here; I sense it. What aren't you telling me?" Meredith leaned back in her chair. Maya was sharp; time to level. "There is something different about Cassandra that..." Meredith struggled with how to phrase it, so Maya wouldn't think she was crazy. Well, she'd probably think that anyway; she had to figure out a way to say it so Maya wouldn't think she was bat-shit insane. "I believe Cassie is in grave danger. There are beings who would cause her harm. I'm trying to find her to warn her, but I don't have an address, or phone number." "Beings? What do you mean by that?" Meredith pushed her card across the desk to Maya. "Call me. Anytime, night or day. I must get in touch with her." Meredith left Maya to wonder what the hell had just happened. The practical part of her sent up red flags; Maya's first thought was she might be dealing with a lunatic. But -what had Cody called it? Her 'new agey' side- told her this woman was ~not~ crazy, and something bizarre was happening. Cassie was due to return to her class this afternoon. She would talk to her first before she decided to do anything else. '~There's something different about Cassandra~...' Meredith's words echoed in her mind. The young woman was without a doubt the most exotic creature she had ever seen. Yet when she examined her self- portrait sketch, she could have sworn... In addition to her formidable artistic talent, Maya had a knack for art forensics; she could recognize a vast array of artists by their brushstrokes and style. Maya's first thought when she looked at Cassandra's sketch was that Cody had drawn it for her. Now she was contemplating a far stranger explanation. *** "Time. Pencils down." Cassandra stopped her sketching, looked down and grinned. Gesture drawing had never been 'her thing', but they were a necessary warm up to a sketching class, just as a runner needed to stretch before he dashed off. Yet after this morning's painting session, she captured the motion and energy with ease. Maya had been standing behind Cassandra and voiced her agreement. "You're in the groove already, Cassie. Excellent." Cassandra blushed at the praise; she wasn't used to hearing it. The moment passed, because Maya arranged the model in a different position and then Cassandra was off again, captured by the lines and contours. Two hours flew by without her realizing it; nor was she -thankfully- overwhelmed by her desires for Luna and Jayden. When the inspiration was on her, the srryna faded to a dull burn. She became aware of Maya hovering about her more than the other students, but she figured it was because she was the 'new kid.' After the session ended, Cassandra picked up the two paintings she'd brought with her and moved to the back of the group of students waiting to talk with Maya. Emile was in front of Cassandra and she cocked an eyebrow when she turned to her. "C'mon, Cass, dish; I've been waiting all day to hear about your tryst." "Tryst?" Cassandra had never heard the word. "What's that?" "You know, affair, liaison," Emilie leaned over and whispered, "shacking up." "Oh." Cassandra felt her cheeks warm, and hoped her new dark coloring camouflaged it. She couldn't help it; Emilie's words unlocked the desires Cassandra had worked all day to push down. Her lips started moving before her brain could intercede. "It's not what you think. These inhuman creatures have changed me in ways you can't imagine and control me; they make me have orgasms so they can eat my energy." "Cassie? ...what are you talking about, are ...are you all right?" Shit! Why did she say that? The look on Emilie's face spoke volumes; if Cassandra told the truth, people would think she was a complete whack job and lock her up. She would have three days ago if she'd heard her words coming from someone else's mouth. 'If they did lock you up,' her srryn mind whispered, 'your lilim will suffer; you cannot allow that.' She plastered a big fake grin on her face and tried to undo the damage. "Psych! God, you should have seen the look on your face. The real thing is this: I ...came to town just a couple of days ago, and already I'm in a relationship. I have no idea where it's going but-" "Okay, who is he? Now you've got me hooked. I quit my second job and am going to actually paint tonight- "-Congratulations!" Cassandra gave her a fist bump. "Thanks. But I need to hear more about your new boyfriend. Are you free for lunch tomorrow?" "Yeah, how bout we grab some fish tacos at Wahoos?" "What is it about your family?" Emilie said. "Eh?" "That's Cody's favorite place; he ate there seven days a week. But I like it too. You're driving, cause, um, you have a car." The conversation ended then, because Maya was ready to talk with Emilie. Emilie gave Cassandra a quick goodbye after she asked a composition question -she had a ride with another student who lived on her block- which left Maya and Cassandra alone in the studio. "I'm anxious to speak with you," Maya said. "Is that the Market Square assignment?" Cassandra nodded. "Why have you wanted to talk to me?" Maya's smile smoothed the lines on her face and lit her eyes. "Because you present a mystery. Did you bring Cody's painting? I want to look at it first." Cassandra nodded and lifted it up. They looked at it in silence for a moment. "His composition, color manipulation, and brush stroke technique are competent," Maya finally said. Cassandra heard the implied '~but~' though. "Let's see yours." For a second she was scared to; what if it was no better? What if she hadn't improved at all? She bit her lip and brought it up. "Wow!" The word burst from Maya's lips. "Wow? Really?" "Really! Double wow! The energy is amazing! God, girl, you've burst some boundaries here! Well, there goes that theory." "What theory?" "I'm a bit of a free spirit thinker, and having watched you in class today, I've noticed you have the exact same pencil strokes as Cody. Not similar; the same. My belief is an artist's strokes are like fingerprints, no two alike. After I talked with a magazine editor I met today who was asking about you, I developed the crazy theory you weren't a cousin of Cody's but, somehow -magically, I guess- you ~were~ Cody. This blows my theory out of the water." Cassandra couldn't breathe; impossibly, incredibly, Maya had guessed it! Or ...almost had. "How does my painting ...um, blow the theory?" "Because Cody could never have painted something like this. This is a level he will never reach. Unless ...hey! Why weren't your first words something like 'that's a crazy theory, Maya?'" "Can I ...ask a favor?" Cassandra whispered. "Sure, hun, what is it?" "Don't say what you said to anyone else. I'm begging you. When I make sense of things, I'll tell you if I can. I promise. But PLEASE keep this between you and me." "Wait! Are you saying it's true?" Maya's mouth couldn't have hung open wider. Cassandra didn't answer. Instead she gathered her paintings and materials and bolted to the studio's glass doors. Outside, the autumn sun was setting, and the light framed her. Maya blinked as she stared at the girl, because, in the direct sunlight, her dark golden skin sparkled. *** 10. She was a caged animal, stalking from one side of her apartment to the other. She had returned from Maya's class hours ago, worried by Maya's insights, but euphoric over her praise. Her painting was good. No, it was special, a breakthrough for her. Maya raved about it! Her high fizzled as her body's desires redoubled their assault. Images of Luna, of Jayden, started to fill her mind. She needed to touch them. "No! God dammit, NO! I am ~not~ their sex pet." Even as she spoke those words, she realized her hands were rubbing her pussy. Again! At some point in the last half hour her clothes had disappeared from her body, and she couldn't remember how or when. Jayden's crumpled figure flashed again in her mind, and she howled in frustration: he was wounded. He needed her. They both did. She felt her body's sexual heat, her 'psi' she guessed, revving up. "No," she whimpered. "This is not. My. Duty. They ~forced~ this on me." She tried everything to break her rising arousal, but nothing worked. Cold showers weren't cutting it, for even ice cold water on her skin made it tingle with pleasure. She couldn't imagine how high her water bill was going to be. Sleeping pills were a bust too; something in her body burned right through them. She remembered her reading of The Odyssey, and Odysseus' solution to the Sirens, lashing himself to his ship's mast. Maybe she could tie herself down, to stop herself from running to them or, at the least, continuously frigging herself. Except ...the thought of being tied up thrilled her more. She fell to the floor and curled into fetal position, hugging herself tightly, breathing hard. From somewhere she heard her cell phone ring. She managed to crawl to it and click it on speaker. "Cassie? Tell me what is going on with you." "Looona! Help!" "Come, my srryn. Come now. Can you drive?" "N-no ...can't ...~help~" "Don't be scared, darling, I will fly to you-" "Hurry. Need you." "I am coming." *** Luna found Cassandra still curled on the floor. The girl's breathing was fast and shallow, and when Luna checked her eyes, she found they glowed amber. "You poor thing! I never should have let you leave me today." At Luna's touch, Cassandra moaned, "Loona!" Luna carried her to a nearby couch, laid her gently down and kissed her. She tasted the girl's psi from her lips, hot and rich. If she turned off the lights in the room, Cassandra would be glowing. Luna did not want what was to follow to seem like a 'feeding' to Cassandra, but rather an act of love. She slowly, deliberately, kissed every inch of Cassandra's body. When her lips reached her clit, Luna eased her janji into Cassandra's vagina. She held the girl to her chest as the delicious psi poured in. A long contented sigh escaped Cassandra that evolved into purring. Luna saw Cassandra's eyes had closed in an orgasmic pleasure loop and a lazy smile played on her face. "You wretched creature," Luna whispered, circling a finger around Cassandra's nipple. "I tried to bar you from my heart and you kicked your way in anyway and stole it. I love you, my little Cassie." She kissed the top of Cassandra's head, which made her purr even louder. Her longing for Lori hadn't lessened, but she no longer viewed Cassandra as replacing her. Instead, she supplemented her, carried on for her first srryn. And there was something familiar about the energy she tasted from 'her Cassie.' She couldn't put her finger on it, but was comforting. "You were right, Lori, about everything," Luna said as she clutched Cassandra tight. After several minutes, she saw Cassandra's eyes had returned to their normal hazel-gold. Her breathing had deepened as well. Luna knew Cassandra was not released from her psi urge; she was still filled with power that needed to be delivered to Jayden. The girl's own words confirmed it: "Take me to him ...please!" At least she was speaking in sentences again. "I will. I wish I could fly you, but I can only carry around twenty extra pounds and still fly. Though as filled as I am with psi, I'm tempted to try." She was; if she used her psycho-kinetic power like the 'tractor-beam' the humans described in their science fiction, she might be able to pull Cassandra through the air. Lilim history texts described this feat being done with the powerful ba-srryns of old, and the amazing psi from Cassandra convinced Luna she might be able to pull off the maneuver. Since there was no immediate crisis, there was not need to take the risk now. "What car do you drive? Please don't say the words 'Mini Cooper'." Human projection or no, lilims couldn't defy the laws of physics. They couldn't magically squish into tight spaces. Cassandra blinked at her, willing her pleasure addled brain to retrieve the information. "328i." Luna hoped she would say something like an SUV, but a BMW sedan would work, if she lowered the backseats and draped her wings onto the enlarged cargo space. "Let's go home, Cassie. Put on some clothes; you need to try to pass for human when you are outside." "Clothes?" Cassandra blinked again. Luna chuckled. "We lilim have a saying: 'a srryn is parted from her clothes faster than a human from his gold.'" Cassandra shook her head. "Jayden! Need!" "Of course, love, I'll collect your things." Luna gathered Cassandra's jeans and t-shirt and dressed her. Then, spotting the girl's sketchbook, she took it also. Her new srryn was an artist, she remembered, and would perhaps want to draw when the srryna heat passed? She would have one of her rooms converted into a studio. There was much she needed to do for her; much to learn. She had failed Cassandra; treated her criminally. That would now change. She felt Cassandra's gentle touch on her face. "Luna? What's wrong? How can I help you?" Luna saw such a look of caring in Cassandra's face that it brought tears to her eyes. Lilith was merciful to grant her another loving srryn; she knew she did not deserve one. "You are helping me," She took Cassandra's hand and kissed it. "Just by being my Cassie." *** "Lilith!" Jayden moaned the word; Cassandra tasted so good! With her rich psi feedings, he was healing himself quickly. Another couple of days of this diet would find him up and flying in no time. Only twenty four hours ago he had hurtled to ground and nearly died. Amazing; what a srryn! "I wasn't able to thank you last night; I owe you my life." "You are welcome," she said. His praise thrilled her; she had saved her lilim from dying. Her new hardwiring told her there was no greater accomplishment for a srryn. She laid her head against his chest and sighed. After the srryna ended, she realized how exhausted she was. She guessed it was midnight. "Come, Cassie." Cassandra looked up, to see Luna framed in Jayden's bedroom. "Loona." Her voice was plaintive and soft. Jayden heard the yearning. It had been that way with Lori as well; he guessed srryns must bond closer to the female lilim. "Go on; I'm fine. There are matters she needs to explain to you. Go to her." When Cassandra reached her, the winged creature swept her into her arms and carried her to Lori's bedroom. She placed her on the day bed and sat next to her. "Your struggle against the srryna today was a terrible ordeal for a srryn to endure, Cassie. I am so deeply sorry; I did not prepare you, and you suffered for it. Do you fight your change still?" Cassandra shook her head. No way could she fight what had happened; today had taught her that. And, after the pure pleasure she received from Luna and Jayden last night and tonight, she no longer wanted to resist them. Humanity had nothing like it. ~Nothing.~ Having experienced it, she knew she could never go back. She accepted she was no longer male, wasn't even human, she suspected. Still, she had little understanding of ~what~ had happened to her. "Why? Why me?" "To answer you," Luna said, "I must start with the sad history of the lilim species and how srryns came to be." Luna retold the lilim origins to Cassandra, and though tired, her eyes widened as she received a vastly different account of the world's history than she had learned in school. When Luna concluded, Cassandra broke her silence. "It's all true, obviously, because here I sit; a victim ...or victor ...of my own genetics. So I know I'm not dreaming, could you -I don't know- show me something you can do with your psi?" Luna nodded, and looked across the room to Lori's desk. Earlier, she had unlocked the roll top and placed Cassandra's sketchbook on it. With the slightest wince of concentration from her, the sketchbook lifted and floated from the desk to rest on Cassandra's lap. "Wow, that's-" Cassandra's words halted when she looked up and saw Luna had disappeared. "L-loona?" "Over here, love." Luna blinked into view seated at Lori's desk. Cassandra gulped. "Okay, I get it, you- ~yipe!~" Now Cassandra floated through the air, landing lightly in Luna's lap. Her heart was thudding fast, but she managed a lop-sided smile. "Show off." "I am, aren't I. Your psi is so strong, I feel like a newborn lilim, heady with power." "Your power - what you can do- is amazing!" "This is supposed to be an extraordinary life you've landed in," Luna said, and sighed. "My primary duty was to educate you on what your new existence as a srryn meant. I've botched the job horribly so far; I tossed you in black waters and left you to sink or swim." "To be honest, part of me feels I've been turned into a kind of milk cow, or psi cow and my sole purpose is to service you." "You have this backwards, love. It is our duty to care for you and make you happy. We serve you, for without you, we die. We must realize your desires, because the greater your pleasure, the more potent and better tasting your psi." "Um, Loona? What does that mean?" "Specifically? We must provide you with enough sexual fantasies to last a hundred years." Just when Cassandra thought she had reached the end of the srryn bombshells, Luna lobbed a nuke. "Your ...kidding, right?" "No. One of the first things I am going to do is have you list your sexual fantasies. We will explore them together so I know which buttons to push. And..." Luna tilted Cassandra's head back and planted a long slow kiss on her lips. "...it allows me to get to know you more intimately. Remember, for srryns, every fantasy is healthy; it is the lack of them that would be a problem. I will make all yours come true." Images bubbled in Cassandra's mind, fantasies she had as Cody. One scenario involved a night of pleasure with his own little French maid, thick accent included. Only now, in her mind, ~she~ was the maid. Cassandra felt her body turn squirmy and wet. "This is..." her voice was breathy "...how it works?" "Someone's psi just spiked," Luna chuckled. "But it is a taller order than you imagine. Fantasies left over from your human life will provide, at best, a few years' worth of material? Leaving us with decades to fill." "Decades?" She tried to wrap her mind around the concept; a task made harder by the fact that Luna's hand was now stroking Cassandra's clit. Luna smiled at the amber glow forming in Cassandra's eyes. Jayden was right, she was magnificent. She had wondered if her srryn's conversion from human male would present psychological issues, or inhibit her sexually, but this wasn't going to be a problem; Cassandra was adapting quickly. A srryn's preference is to be naked, and Luna realized Cassandra had shed hers the instant they arrived at the penthouse and hadn't mentioned them since. "But still, Loona, a hundred years?" Cassandra whispered. "How will we do that?" "Don't worry; we have tens of thousands of years of lilim-srryn history to draw on. You will experience things you cannot imagine.' "So ...okay ...there could be worse things in life than a century of mind-blowing sex." "Cassie, it is so much more than sex. You are ~not~ a glorified 'sex cow'; your psi production is tied to your happiness. We have to ensure you live a rich, fulfilling life." Cassandra wrinkled her forehead. "How?" "Well, you love your art, so that's where we start, facilitating your development as an artist. Beyond that, who knows? Wherever you heart leads you. Lori loved to travel, and over her life became fluent in ten languages. She was also a published author and an accomplished ballet, ballroom and belly dancer, which, coincidentally, fit in nicely with a fantasy she had about being kidnapped and sold at an auction to a sheik for his harem. That particular fantasy lasted an entire month. But I digress." Cassandra's jaw dropped; the life Luna described sounded ...well ...like heaven. "As incredible as this sounds, it can't be all there is to it, right? You and Jayden do things other than keeping me sexed up 24/7. I mean you run a media empire and Jayden, well..." "...is a limousine driver," Luna finished the sentence. "I bet that's confusing. Jayden hasn't always been one; he's having his first Turn life crisis." "First Turn-" "-Life crisis. Yes, like a human male's midlife crisis, except lilim have several. He's been a chauffeur the last three years, a break from what he was doing before and will resume again. Jayden is pursuing a guilty voyeur pleasure; he loves like to watch humans socially interact, human sporting events especially. You would not believe what he has seen happen in the back of his limo. Plus, it is handy to have an oversized limo to drive lilim around when flying is not an option." "So what did he do before that?" "He served on the board of several multinational corporations, most recently as the CEO of Ascent Technologies. Our financial holdings are vast. All lilim are involved in a variety of ventures, corporations, charitable ventures, research. We are entrenched in human political affairs as well. Jayden and I have served in various governments over the decades." Cassandra recalled her earlier research. She wasn't sure how to ask the question, so, she just said it. "Loona, did you sign the original UN Charter?" "Clever srryn, you have done your homework," she said. "Yes, I served with the Swedish signing delegation. We lilim are dedicated to helping humanity not repeat our terrible evolutionary mistake. If we can prevent humans from following our hellish path, then perhaps good will come from our tragedy. As humans become more advanced, our hope is they will find a way to reverse our curse. Meanwhile, we strive to keep mankind from self-destructing. We've worked overtime the last hundred years." Cassandra shook her head. "How ironic, the humans call you demons, yet you are in fact humanity's guardian angels. That's how I see you, Loona; God you're beautiful." Luna's smile was bright at Cassandra's statement, for it contained great promise. First, it was not uncommon in these times for lilim to keep up their 'human' appearance even with their srryn; a trend of concern among the lilim. Had Beth remained as their srryn, she and Jayden would have been forced to do so. Yet Cassie and Lori found her desirable; Lilith doubly blessed her. Also gratifying was how quickly Cassandra grasped the lilims' true work for humans. That meant she would embrace her role in it - helping to keep the lilim alive. Telling too, was the phrase she used, 'the humans,' instead of 'people.' Luna believed it showed Cassandra's thinking was shifting from her old species to her new one, a healthy sign. If she were honest, she would admit what pleased her most was the way Cassandra said her name, drawing out the 'u' sound and giving a short inflection at the end. The affection was unmistakable and touching. "My thanks to you. Speaking of beauty, I wish to see your art works again. I imagine they have changed a bit since your change." Cassandra blinked confusion, since she had no memory of Luna ever looking at her work. She shrugged, and, realizing her sketchpad lay in her lap, opened it up. Luna giggled at the first drawing, which was the self-portrait Cassandra had done the morning she first woke as after her conversion. "What? What's so funny?" "Don't take this wrong, the drawing is exceptional. Your 'holy shit, what's happened to me' look is priceless." Cassandra laughed; it was the first curse word she had heard from Luna and it felt like the formalities were dropping between them. She flipped the pages to show a variety of different sketches, gesture drawings, still lifes, until she turned to a page that made Luna rigid. "How did you draw this?" "With a pencil and-" "-No! This is impossible! Jayden and I have been ultra careful in protecting her identity. We have no photos of her; how did you draw a picture of her?" "You ...know this person?" Cassandra asked. "Her image has been popping into my head since the night I was in here and you threw me out." Luna's mind raced; she played the scene again in her mind and remembered the vanishing of Lori's essence. She also recalled the repulsive Beth had mentioned something about rejecting an entity in this room. Luna's two hearts started thumping fast. "Cassie, you said a voice spoke to you in here, correct?" Cassandra nodded. "Yeah, it was strange, but I kinda forgot about it, because it's been nonstop strange since. But this feeling, this voice, this, um..." "Essence?" "Yeah, this 'essence' asked for permission to come into me. She said she would die if she didn't." Cassandra yawned; the weariness of the traumatic day overtaking her. "Believe me, after everything else, I thought I'd finally snapped." Luna clutched Cassandra hard. "And you said?" "Hmm?" Cassandra laid her head against Luna's breast; keeping her eyes open was hard. "When -this essence- asked if she could come in you, what did you say?" "Oh. Ummm ... 'yes.' I said 'yes' and then she seemed like she did." Cassandra yawned again. "Why? Did I do a ...bad thing?" 'Bad thing?' Luna hugged her srryn tight, and tears pooled again in her black oval eyes. "Sweetie, you may have done the most wonderful thing ever. I think you took Lori's essence into you." "Lori? This picture is of your first srryn?" Cassandra blinked awake enough to look at her drawing again; she realized the young woman looking back did have the some of the same 'srryn' features as she. "What's this mean, Loona?" Cassandra said as she nestled back against Luna's chest. What ~did~ it mean? Could Cassandra have performed a miracle? If true, it could mean Lori wasn't gone at all, that Cassandra was a ba- srryn! The first in ten thousand years! Holy Lilith! Luna heard a purring sound and realized Cassandra was dozing off. She rocked her and kissed her head. It was all she could do to not disturb her sleepy srryn with a giddy laugh. Cassandra had not only saved them, but perhaps Lori as well! "I was so wrong about you, Cassie. So very very wrong," Luna whispered. "Please, don't ~ever~ let Jayden know I admitted this. It would make him insufferable to live with for the next hundred years." "'Kay," Cassandra murmured back. "Our secret." *** "Thank you for coming so quickly, Meredith. You too, Emilie, I know you had to take off from work." Emilie nodded. "You said it was an emergency. So, what's up?" Meredith and Emilie were seated in the chairs in front of her desk. Maya did a quick sweep of her desktop to confirm there were no blunt objects. She half-suspected she might be hit with one, once she aired her thoughts. "Emilie, this is Meredith Benson. She is a senior editor with Trend Magazine, and yesterday she expressed concerns to me about Cassandra's wellbeing. I've since talked with Cassie, and have developed some different sorts of worries. I wanted you here because you've met Cassie and know her cousin Cody well too." Emilie raised her eyebrows. "I'm not sure what one has to do with the other, but whatever I can do to help Cassie; she's been amazing to me since I met her." "Before I tell you what I've discovered, Meredith, why don't you share more about your concerns." "I will, but first, to set the tone of the meeting, I want to show you something." Meredith pulled a small stack of papers from a folder she had brought, and pushed them across the desk to Maya. After Maya skimmed the first couple of pages, she felt her breath catch. "I'm ...so sorry," Maya said, giving the papers to Emilie with shaking hands. Emilie did a quick read and the words 'breast cancer' 'terminal' and 'prognosis: eight months' leaped out. "Oh no!" "Wait, stop the pity train," Meredith held up her hand. "Look at the date of the diagnosis." Emilie took another look. "This was six years ago, so ...you're beating the odds?" Meredith shook her head. "I am cancer free. Which is a medical impossibility. I needed to show you this, so there would be some hope of you believing what I will tell you next." After this lead in, Meredith saw she had the complete attention of the women. "My cancer was cured by a woman named Luna Longaine six years ago." "You mentioned her name yesterday. Doesn't she own Trend magazine?" Meredith nodded. "And about a dozen others." "Alright. So, I'm a free thinker," Maya said. "How did she do it? Is she a healer?" Meredith shook her head, gulped, and launched into her explanation. "She is a non-human creature called a lilim. She used some sort of crystal to rid my body of cancer. In the past few days, she has set her sights on your friend Cassandra Albornos. I fear she is enslaving the girl, though I know not how or why." There! She'd said it. They might think her insane, but she had at least gotten the discussion onto the table. From the expression she read on Emilie's face, the young woman did think she was raving mad. But Maya, she saw, was considering it. "Since we are 'talk'in crazy,' let me tell you what I have been thinking, and why I asked you to come here," Maya said. "In my experience, I've found an artist's style and brush strokes are uniquely her own. They are like fingerprints or DNA, and no two artist's strokes are alike. I believe Cassandra Albornos is, or three days ago was, Cody Elias." "Were you two drinking Cool Aid before I arrived? Cuz you're both talking gibberish." Meredith leveled a stare at Maya. "Are you making fun of me? I am serious; I think Cassie's freedom or her life is in danger." "I'm serious too," Maya said, flicking back a stray strand of gray. "Cassie confirmed as much to me yesterday evening. Emilie, did you notice her acting, oh, I don't know, antsy or agitated after class?" "What?" Emilie's mind tail-spinned and little details started to click. Cody vanishes and Cassandra appears, living in his apartment, driving his car. And she's an artist, just like he was. Fragments of conversations replayed in her mind, where Cassandra apologized for Cody, or wanted to eat at Cody's favorite place or... "Wait ...she had this glow about her yesterday morning, like she'd had amazing monkey sex, then last night when I pumped her for info about it, she said the oddest thing, though she tried to pass it off as a joke. She said these creatures..." Emilie looked at Meredith then, with wide eyes. "...inhuman creatures, changed her somehow, controlled her and were feeding off her energy." "Alrighty then," Meredith said. "This is a bit stranger than even I imagined, but it appears we are getting somewhere. Let's call Cassie and confront her-" "-We can try. I've been calling her cell phone -which is Cody's old number, by the way- and haven't gotten her to answer." "Then let's go to Cody's place; I know where it is," Emilie said. "Sure and if she's not there, then I suggest we pay Luna a visit. My intuition says that's where we'll find her." "Where does the dragon lady of the media reside, Meredith?" Maya asked. "She and her lover Jayden occupy the top floors of the Beckendorf Tower." The Beckendorf Tower? The building had always reminded Maya of a Gothic Castle. "Why do I get the feeling we've stepped into a horror movie, and we are the peasants who storm Frankenstein's or Dracula's castle armed with pitchforks?" Maya asked. "I hope you are wrong," Meredith said with a grim smile. "Because that always ended poorly for the peasants." End part 3.