Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2009 02:09:20 -0400
From: Mark Thompson <craze_writer@live.com>
Subject: Supernatural_101_Part9

I hope you'll like this one... Lots is going on so I hope that you're not
lost or anything. Drop me a line if you have any questions. It's all coming
to a close soon so I hope that you're enjoying the ride! Still love the
comments, keep them coming so I have something to do when I'm bored!
Hehe. And I still try and respond to them all. =0)

CHANCES ARE this will take place in the same world create by Eric Kripke's
"Supernatural" while there will most likely be no cross over in storyline
or characters. This world was not created by me nor do I claim to have done
so. I however do not like some of the creature features of said world. They
will most likely be changed. Deal with it.

~*~ Supernatural 101 Part 9 ~*~

Ironside hung in the circular torture device allowing the blood to drip
from his nose onto the ground. His whole body ached and he could feel his
wounds begin to fester. His breathing was short and shallow after the
lengthy torture session with his master. The room was abnormally quiet, his
screaming, his master's laughter and the sounds associated with flesh
ripping torture had all stopped.

He stared at one singular point on the ground for what seemed like ages
until his master returned.

"I've just been topside slave." He demeaned him, a way of showing who was
the boss. Although in his compromised position, it was fairly obvious. "The
Lich has done more that I could have hoped for. He raised a dead lover of
Timothy's friend and now he's dead. How sad for you." The news cut him
deeply. He gathered the strength to lift his head to stare at his master
silently. "Too bad."

Ironside lost it. "I'll fucking kill you!" he struggled against the straps
holding his limbs in place and the meat hooks that were still deeply
embedded in his back. "You're dead! I'll fucking kill you you mother
fucker!!" Followed by thrashing and screams of pain, Ironside's master
stood there rather calmly watching the man tear his own back off.

"Are you quite finished?" his master walked behind him to an
altar. Ironside's chest heaved and sticky blood went down his back in
rivers.

A tear fell, carving a skin coloured trail down his cheek through the
blood. "I'll kill you." He sniffed.

"Oh hush! I promise that I'll resurrect him and after each time I feel you
deserve it you can sodomize the brat all you want."

"I'll fucking kill you!!" the struggling and pain started again as his
master laughed.

***

I awoke in the car outside of an abandoned shack in the middle of the
woods. Desmond's coat was my pillow and some discarded rags were bundled
around my neck. The front of my shirt was covered in blood and my head
hurt.

I moaned and looked around, pressing the rags to my neck as I moved just in
case. Not seeing Desmond, I assumed that he was inside. I opened the door
and stepped on a salt line. How thoughtful of him. I stumbled from the car,
legs weak and still half-conscious. I was probably white as a ghost. I
moved towards the house and in the open door.

It was an old creepy house, the fact that there were symbols drawn on the
walls in blood didn't do justice for the creepy factor. I walked into the
main living area, everything was pushed to the walls and a large pentagram
was drawn on the floor boards. But this was different... It looked almost
like the Hell Order but a bit different.

"T?" I turned around and into Desmond's chest as he snuck up and hugged
me. "Are you alright? Should you be up? Here... Sit down." He ushered me to
a couch that was up against the wall.

"I'm fine." I said as I stumbled over my feet making that statement more
than false.

Desmond laughed. "Ya I'm sure you are." He sat down beside me and played
with my hair casually.

"Where are we?" I asked as I leaned into him, resting my head on his chest.

"The Fellowship of Dark Magicians' place. I got a lead on who the Lich
might be. I was just looking through some stuff when I heard you come in
and came down to shoot you." We laughed. "I wouldn't kill you."

"Then why did you try?" His hand stopped and I lifted my head off of his
chest to look at him. His eyes spelt confusion. "Luke was going to kill me
and you didn't do anything until it was too late. Why did you hesitate?"

"Wull..." he stumbled. "Luke was..."

"A ghost Desmond. And that's what you do. You kill spirits and evil
things."

"He was real though... He felt real..."

"He what?" I got up a little woozey. "Don't tell me. I don't want to know
if what I'm thinking is what really happened but... Agh." I turned around
and went off through the house. Desmond's loud footsteps followed me.

"I loved that guy." He turned me around.

"Ya, but he died. And the second he comes back you're willing to let me die
until you have a sudden attack of conscience? How is that fair? I'm a
person too Desmond and I have emotions too and that hurts Desmond. It hurts
a lot."

"I have nothing of him left T. Nothing! I let him go, that necklace was all
that I had of him. And ya I hesitated but you know what? I destroyed it
because he was hurting YOU. Because YOU were in danger and because YOU mean
more to me! So fuck you and your stupid assumptions about how I'm
feeling. Fuck you!" And he stormed off up the stairs.

I punched the wall and a fraction of a second later I heard the same from
upstairs, except Desmond was much stronger than me so his sounded like it
went through the wall.

"You ok?" I called up.

"Ya." Came back down.

I wandered through the halls of the house. Much like Winnie's they were
filled with pictures of people. I saw a copy of the same picture Winnie
showed me of the League of Magicians along with a very young Winnie and
Richard with their arms around a third man. He was very stereotypically
European, not very attractive though and he wore a bird skull around his
neck which made him look creepier. I took the picture out and read the
back: `Winifred, Richard and Erin.' In a frame close by was Erin and
Ironside standing back to back outside the house. Ironside wore a white
scarf and Erin, that ugly bird skull.

"Des..." I called out but stopped. We're fighting. Erin Rocturn was the
name on that grave we saw earlier with the dead grass around it. I bet this
was our Lich... I pocketed the pictures and went towards the stairs, slowly
walking up them to see where Desmond was.

I found him in a room, sitting at a desk and reading a book. "Hey." I said
and he continued to read.

"I found a picture of Erin Rocturn."

"Ya a picture isn't a Lich is it?"

"You don't have to be an ass."

"You're an ass..." He mocked quietly and childishly under his breath.

I sighed and put the picture on top of the book he was reading. He slowly
moved it off the desk so it fell to the floor. "I'm reading." He said.

"But just look at it." I picked it up and put it back on the book in front
of him.

"I'm reading." He moved it off again.

"You're ridiculous!" I left the room in a huff.

Across the hall was another room, a bedroom with a sizable bookshelf and
small bed. The old tomes were all apparently manuals of necromancy and
other dark magiks. I pulled one down and opened it. Raising golems or
something like that. I gave it a quick flip through and threw it to the
ground. I did the same a number of times but each book was as useless as
the next. I laid down on the bed and looked up at the symbols on the
ceiling wondering what they meant. Maybe to stop someone from dream walking
in the person's head who slept here? Maybe they were to communicate through
dreams? Who knew. I could look it up, but it would waste too much time.

"Get up. We're done here." Desmond stuck his head in the room then
proceeded down the stairs.

"What were you reading?" I asked as I followed him.

"Just stuff on evil things. It's not important."

"Desmond..."

"It's what I do. I kill evil things. Get in the car." He ordered and got in
himself.

"No. I'm not getting in until we settle this." He got out.

"Fine. Bitch away." He threw his hands out to the side. I threw the rags at
him. It didn't bleed so I guessed that the holes had clotted properly. The
rags landed on the hood of the car, shy of their target.

"You don't think I have a right to be angry at all?"

"It's a free country. I'm not telling you to do anything."

"You're so fucking petty! You fucked your ex and expect me to not be mad?"

"Are we fucking?" I stared at him. "Then shut your mouth. What I do is my
business." He put his hands on his hips. "And besides, Ironside looooves to
ride you."

I walked around the car and punched him in the face. He barely moved. "Feel
better?"

"No." I punched him a few more times, each blow shifting his body
slightly. He didn't try and stop me at all. "Pussy. If you're gonna hit me,
hit me." He punched me, sending me soaring backwards and landing on my
back. He leaned against the car. "Like that."

I stood up. "Pulsus!" I shouted and he did back flips over the car, hitting
his head and landing in a heap on the other side. My hand ached as
arthritis set in again. Walking around to the other side of the car,
Desmond was just pulling himself up and wiping blood from his eye
brow. "How's that?" I asked.

"I've had better." He smirked at me with anger, provoking me more. "Common,
let's see how old you can make yourself. Betcha I can take more than you
can dish out." He lunged forward and grabbed my hand, squeezing it making
me scream. I fell to my knees and he laughed. Until I punched him in the
balls.

We wreathed on the ground in pain. Me holding my hand and him holding his
groin. When we stopped moaning we were both on our backs gasping for
breath.

"I love you." He said.

"Ya... I love you too." He helped me up and we got into the car.

After a long silence, he started the car. "We've gotta get to the cemetery
and dig up ol' Rocturn. See if he's still around." He put his hand on my
thigh as he pushed down on the gas. "If not, then we gotta find the
sucker."

"Just follow the undead." I picked his hand up and moved it further up my
thigh.

He looked over to me as if he was about to say something then shrugged
slightly and drove on.

***

"Nothin..." Desmond said as he tore open the coffin. "Not even dust. This
thing may just as well have been buried empty." I grabbed his hand and
pulled him out of the pit. He dusted himself off. "It's him. Gotta be."

"How are you so sure?" I asked, wiping some sweat from his eyebrow. The
salt might hurt the wound I'd given him... Shut up...

"I was reading his diary. Some really dark stuff and it mentioned
experimenting with living forever. Liches, demons... There weren't many
options to choose from. Also said something about voluntary
possession... Whatever the hell that is. But Daniel Leavens apparently did
it. Those guys were fucked." He picked up his coat and gun and started
towards the car.

"Like, demon possession? That would account for the devil's trap in the
living room."

"Good eye T." He patted me on the shoulder. "Ya, maybe that's where they
did it. I don't get why they would want to voluntarily possess
themselves... I mean, possession must suck. All the head spinning..."

"And crab walking down stairs and pea soup."

"Ah I hate pea soup." We left the cemetery and came upon the car which was
swarming with undead. "Ah shit."

There were zombies, skeletons and the odd twitching person slamming their
hands on the car, trying to disable it. "Get the fuck away!" Desmond shot a
skeleton and it shattered to a pile of bones.

I took out my sword and ran at the zombies, hacking their heads off easily
enough. Rocksalt blasts took care of the ghosts. We made quick work of the
unwelcomed guests but the real battle had just begun.

"Kiiill them!" came a harsh voice from behind us. We turned around to see a
glowing blue corpse. It hovered slightly off the ground and wore tattered
clothing. It's jaw was attached only slightly by a few pieces of flesh
still visible. It had one eye and a few long, thin strands of hair that
still clung to its skinless skull. It wore the ugly bird headed necklace
and pointed at us menacingly. At his command, ghosts swarmed around us and
a few corpses raised from the ground just inside the cemetery gates.

"There it is." Desmond said as he shot at it. The shotgun blast didn't
penetrate the blue aura. "Shit."

"Get the ghosts!" I shouted back to him as I ran up to the Lich. Its hand
lazily shifted to me and I tripped, slamming my head into the pavement. I
heard blasts of rocksalt whiz by me as I got up and made another
run. Decapitating a zombie, I jumped at the Lich and swung the sword. I was
the one that ended up swinging though, right into the decrepit gates.

"You alright?" Desmond called up to me.

"You..." The Lich stared at me with its one eye and I thrust the sword
forward to stab out its eye. It didn't work too well. But I managed to get
up while it was distracted. "You die." It said and reached forward to touch
me.

I swung my sword and cut its arm off at the elbow. It didn't seem to mind
and reached for me again with the other one. I quickly did the same thing
to its other arm. It shifted away from me and began to float to Desmond.

I ran after it and stabbed it through the chest. "Ha!" It turned around and
looked down at the sword hilt. It twisted its body and knocked me over with
it.

"Kiiiill them..." It repeated to the hoards of undead now converging on the
car.

I stood up and Desmond began shooting wildly at the approaching
Lich. Pieces of bone went flying but nothing stopped the it. I ran to the
car, past the two of them to find another weapon. Then it dawned on me.

"T... Hurry up and get something!"

"Duck!" I shouted. Desmond complied instantly, getting onto one knee. I
jumped off his back and while passing the glowing corpse, reached out and
grabbed the bird skull that hung from the Lich's neck. Landing on the
ground I pushed it into the ground. It shattered and the pieces stuck into
my palm. "Kick it's ass!"

"With pleasure." Desmond pulled out his pistol and shot at the Lich. Each
bullet took more bone off than the one before. Unloading an entire clip
into the Lich, Desmond grabbed the sword out of its chest and hacked what
remained of the Lich to pieces.

I got up and looked at the pile of bones beneath a sweaty, tired
Desmond. We stared at each other as the zombies dropped all around us,
making a loud, collective `thud.'

I ran up and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his back and kissing
him. The sword fell and he supported me, grabbing my ass to fondle and hold
me up.

"Mmm... You know..." I kissed him in a mad frenzy. "What if that wasn't its
phylactery?" He set me down on the hood of his car and pushed me down,
letting his hands wander.

"I was willing to take that chance." I said, rubbing my leg on his crotch.

"Mmmh... You didn't hesitate."

"Take a lesson."

He laughed and pinned my arms over my head, kissing my neck and moving down
towards my chest and stomach. "You're hot." He whispered to my belt.

"Well ya know." I said sitting up. I grabbed his chin and pulled it close
to mine, sticking my tongue deep into his mouth. Our tongues twisted
together playfully until I noticed he was pretty hard. "Hello there." I
said grabbing his groin through his jeans. He was rock hard and well
endowed. Even though I'd felt it before, feeling him through his pants made
it hotter. It's just one of those things...

"I need you... Now." He said between kisses.

"Oh god the smell of corpses makes me so hot." We laughed out of the kiss
and pressed out foreheads together.

"Ya, we've gotta get home... Now..." We got in the car and I continued to
kiss his neck and rub his hard cock through his pants as we drove towards
Winnie's house.

Desmond growled at me as he picked me up and carried me towards the house,
kissing me the whole way.

"Stop it you two." Winnie said as we came in. "Put him down." He
complied. Fuck... "Who was the Lich? Was it Daniel?"

"No it was Erin Rocturn" Desmond said with confidence.

"I see." She looked at me then to my hand. "You're been casting?"

"I didn't mean to. I just sorta... did it."

"Hmh... Natural if you're born with it." She studied me. "I'll fix your
hand. Come."

"Aw common!" I protested. But she grabbed my hand and pulled me
upstairs. Desmond slapped my ass playfully as I went.

In Winnie's work room, she told me to sit down in a chair and went to work
pouring liquids and herbs into a small bowl. "What did you cast? How many
times?"

"Pulsus. Twice I think?"

"That's a lot of damage. Your body isn't use to flinging energy
around. Luck you didn't launch any fire or I'd have to amputate." She was
different. Angrier. Was she still mad from before?

"Will you teach me more?"

She put the bowl on my lap and dunked my hand in it. "I could. Desmond
would be quite angry though. I taught a few things to Luke." Hmh... "He
doesn't understand because he's a brute. But for those of us who aren't
built of muscle and sinew, magik helps in hunting." She got me a towel and
by the time she got back and handed it to me, my hand was normal and pain
free.

"Thanks." I said quietly.

"I'll teach you some things, yes. But only if you don't tell Desmond. We're
on shaky ground as it is."  I agreed. "Alright then... First of all..."

Within the hour, I was able to cast Pulsus without aging my hand. She also
taught me a sort of summoning command: Volo. It was strange. It let me grab
things from across the room and fling them towards me. Sort of the reverse
of Pulsus... This was strange territory and I felt really weird doing it
all. Then I remembered something else I should be doing... Namely Desmond.

"I gotta go." I said suddenly. "No offense!" I shouted as I ran out of the
room and down the hall to our bedroom. It was dark outside now. Probably
9:00. I opened the door to find Desmond fast asleep on our bed. I sighed
softly. He was gorgeous. With one arm up over his head, his naked chest
raised and lowered with his deep breathing.

I took off my clothes and climbed into bed beside him. He was naked so I
took off my underwear as well. But I couldn't wake him. He had killed a
Lich today. And I was dead tired too. I curled up close to him and used his
peck as a pillow. His arm instinctively hugged me close to him as I fell
asleep hating myself for leaving him too long.

***

As the morning light forced its way through the curtains of our room, I
awoke with Desmond's body pressed firmly against mine. Little spoon is the
best.

I played with the light hair on Desmond's arm until he woke up. "Hey you."
He said in my ear as he grinded closer to me. "You didn't come back last
night."

"Ya. Winnie and I went out. I got picked up and ended up in a crazy orgy
with like 30 other guys. It was so hot. I dunno how many holes I ravaged."

He chuckled, using the movement as an excuse to squeeze me. "Hang on,
you're totally the bitch." He wiped a finger between my cheeks and I
jumped. "It's ok." He said as he gently rubbed my ass with a big finger. He
circled it and pushed slightly, trying to get in. Lack of lube made this
impossible. I wanted him to continue, but I kinda got a little freaked
out. He'd never touched me that way before. I wanted him and he wanted
me. And it was too new.

"I'm kinda hungry." I lied. He slowly withdrew his finger and rolled me
over onto my stomach. He thrust his hard dick over my ass.

"Ya me too." He chuckled. "I'm sorry." He got up. I watched his big dick
bounce with each step he took towards his clothes. He took his time,
knowing I was watching him. "See you downstairs." He flipped and tucked and
thumped down the stairs.

"Fuck!" I said quietly, pounding the bed with my fists. I sat up and looked
at my pants. "Volo" I said to them. They leapt through the air to my
hand. "Wicked." This whole spell thing was going to make me
really... REALLY lazy. I laughed and followed Desmond down the stairs.

"Your necklace is gone." Winnie said as I came into the kitchen.

"Ya..." Desmond hugged me from the chair he was sitting in. "I thought it
was time... you know?"

"Mhm... He came back. I told you you should have gotten rid of that
thing. Nothing but trouble. And look, it caused nothing but trouble." She
put a cup of tea in front of me. Desmond nodded that I could drink it. He
took a long sip of his coffee.

"Well it's done now. Nothing we can do." Under the table he put his hand on
my thigh, stretching just a bit. He really loved bodily contact at all
times. I was fine with that.

"Well, now that this Lich is taken care of, I suggest that you hunt down
whatever sicked it on you in the first place." Winnie said. "If it knows
Necromancy, then you'll have a good lot of other Liches, zombies, ghosts,
skeletons whatever, to deal with. Erin was a tough one. He couldn't be
controlled by just any one."

"Could you have?" I asked innocently taking a sip of tea.

"I don't do black magic Timothy. How dare you even suggest." Desmond
squeezed my thigh. "No. I'm thinking another member of the Fellowship of
Dark Magicians did. They'd be very old now, but just like me, magik keeps
them alive." She fixed her hair. "I'll make a list of the Magicians and you
two will check them out alright? The closest one I know of is in Sudbury so
you've got quite a ways to go. I'll keep in touch with an astral
projection." She got up to leave. "But right now I've got some things to
take care of." She left the house in a hurry.

"What's got her knickers in a knot?" I asked. Desmond kissed me in
response.

Changing took a long time considering all the making out we did and the
nudity that changing involves. But still, each time Desmond went to finger
me, it hurt with nothing to ease the process so we stopped trying, just as
happy to roll around naked kissing.

I teased him by working my hand around his shaft and this drove him
crazy. He pushed me onto my stomach and hopped on top of me, kissing my
neck, tracing my spine all the way down to my ass. He spread it open and
spit madly at it. I laughed because it tickled.

"Ah shut up, we need to get this done." After a sufficient amount of saliva
coated my hole, his mouth returned to my neck and he worked a finger inside
me.

"Ow, fuck!" It still kinda hurt and I arched my back. He grabbed the front
of my throat and aimed my mouth at his and ate me up. His finger slid in
and out in a smooth rhythm that got easier to handle. I pushed against his
hand with each drive inwards to get it deeper inside me. He wiggled it
slightly and I moaned through his lips. The room was quiet except for my
soft moans of pleasure.

"Is that good?"

"You couldn't make it bad." I managed to get out before moaning more. Kinda
sounded like a porno...

I reached down and started to jerk him off. His precum was dribbling down
his shaft by the time I got there. He seemed to like it, moaning just as
much as I was, if not more. But once he slid that extra finger inside me,
stretching my ass further, I totally out moaned him.

I started to get really into it, he stopped thrusting into me and I just
bounced back and forth along his fingers. I pulled harder on Desmond's dick
and the head became really hard.

"Fuck..." He said over and over again. He rolled onto his back, letting out
a huge moan and he started cumming. It landed on his chest, his chin... His
huge cock pumped out enormous amounts of cum. Though I wanted it inside me,
I smiled at what I had made Desmond do.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry... It's never happened this fast... I promise..." He
turned an embarrassed red trying to defend himself but I didn't care either
way. It was so hot.

"Don't worry about it." I climbed on top of him and started licking the cum
off his face. It was an interesting taste. It was thick, it took a few
licks to get all of it out of his chest hair... Even more licks and sucks
to get it out of his pubes. As I sucked down his cum, I got too aroused for
words to describe. Somehow, Desmond sensed this and while I was straddling
him, he put his fingers back into my ass hole.

"Well you've gotta finish off too." He laughed as he flipped me onto my
back. His mouth trailed down to my cock and he took it all into his
mouth. So talented... With his fingers fucking me, and his mouth sucking me
off, it took no time at all for me to start screaming in ecstasy as I shot
my load into his mouth.

As he swallowed every drop, I pulled him off of my dick and kissed him,
tasting my own spunk. His fingers fucked me slowly for awhile longer, I
just kept begging for more. When he stopped, I got a little angry.

"Hey, be greatful I gave you that." He laughed and winked at me. "I need to
fuck you soon T... Or I'll go crazy." His words echoed in my head until I
escaped my ecstasy and got back to reality. But by then, Desmond's nude
body was pressed against mine, hard cock resting against my ass cheeks. I
fell asleep wanting more of him.

***

Though it was mid afternoon, I was spent from the sex. It was a quick nap,
but never the less a good one. In a sort of awkward silence, we got dressed
and went down stairs. Waiting for us on the table was the list that Winnie
had promised us. She had apparently come and gone again while we
were... Ya, hot.

"Ok then." Desmond said as he walked back upstairs. "Let's go pack I
guess."

"Where do you think she went?" I asked folding a shirt into a duffle bag.

"I don't know. She's always secretive about that. I just assume she's
either tending her herbs or casting something in the forest." He placed
some jeans in the bag. "She doesn't really have friends."

"That's unfortunate. But I guess neither do you huh?" I teased.

"Nope. But my social network is huge."

"Oh it's huge alright." He threw a shoe at me. "Ow! Common, a shoe? Who
throws a shoe when there's plenty of softer things around?"

"I thought you liked it hard." He smiled at me.

"Don't you dare turn our relationship into one giant sexual innuendo." I
threw the shoe back at him. He had a big stupid grin on his face. He
mouthed the word `relationship' at me with a sarcastic expression and I
chose to ignore it. "You sure that Winnie won't mind if I take these
clothes?"

"T, look around. So many kids have lived here over the years and left their
shit that no one is gonna mind."

"Unless Justin comes back and beats me up for taking his Cookie Monster
pajamas."

"Are you really taking those? They wouldn't ever fit."

"Hells yes I'm taking them. Mostly for shock value." I laughed and put them
in the duffle bag.

Desmond put a few pairs of socks in the bag. "Well that should do us for
awhile. Lemme just grab some stuff from the basement and we're good to go."

"This place has a basement?" I slung the bag over my shoulder and carried
it to the front foor, letting it fall into a heap.

"It's an old farm house. Of course it does. Where would Auntie Em go when
the tornados come?"

"Dude this is Ontario, not Kansas."

"Scrub scrub here, scrub scrub there whether your tin or bronze!" he sang
with a skip in his step. "Oh common T, it's a classic!"

"Nothing like the book you know." He opened a door that was sort of hidden
amongst all the pictures, there were a bunch hanging on it that clinked
together as it swung open. We descended the stairs and Desmond pulled a
small cord. It was a weapons vault. Everything you could imagine. There
were books, guns, knives, bows, arrows made of basically everything, all in
various shapes and sizes and all hung up on the wall in a very OCD fashion.

"Holy shit." I said. "Why didn't you show me this before?"

"I didn't really like you that much."

"You're a prick." I said grabbing his junk. He jumped a little, then
reached behind him and grabbed a gun, placing it to my head.

"Relinquish the penis."

"You need a magazine for that." I stuck my finger in the hole in the hilt
of the gun. "You loser."

"There's something not quite right about calling a man with a gun a
loser. Can't quite put my finger on it though." I released him and he
walked around examining the guns.

"What are we looking for?" I asked, running my hands across the blades.

"Anything that might be useful." He picked up a shotgun and pumped it
before he checked to see if the barrel was clean. "Who knows what we might
be going in to with these Dark Magician guys. They've probably got all
sorts of crazy necromancy shit going on. Or demons..." He put the gun back
onto the wall. "What we really need is a good specialist knife..."

"What's that?" I withdrew my hand from the knives expecting one to suddenly
attack.

"Well, anything can have a curse or an enchantment put onto it. Depending
on your abilities, you can make them take out a boogeyman in one swift
slice or have them personalized. You know, Winnie once made this knife that
forced the undead to stay dead." He reminisced for awhile.

"That would have been helpful... Where is it?" I said in a `what the hell'
way.

"Justin stole it. Then he ran away. Never saw it since then and Winnie
never made another one." He picked a knife off the wall with a glass handle
and handed it to me. "Cut me with this."

"What? No." I pushed it against his chest but he refused to take it
back. "That's stupid."

"Ah common, do it. Wimp." He taunted.

"You're not going to convince me to stab you Diz!" I put the knife on the
ledge that encircled the room. "Especially when you still owe me."

"Oh? What pray tell do I owe you." He stepped forward and put his hands on
my hips.

"I think you have a pretty good idea."  I cozied into him and he picked up
the knife again.

"Tell you what, you stab me with this and I'll fuck you right here, right
now." He leaned closer to my ear and placed the knife in my hands. "And I
promise," he whispered, "that if you don't cum at least 5 times, I'll let
that Ironside fellow have a go at my ass."

"Done." I said and grabbed his wrist, slamming his hand down on the
ledge. "Sorry if this hurts." I stabbed down with everything I had and the
knife embedded itself in the ledge. "What the fuck?" The knife sat between
his fingers. I tried again with the same result. "I don't get it..." I
tried another 4 or 5 times before Desmond began to laugh and walked away. I
stepped forward to cut his jacket but tripped over my own feet.

"Sucker!" He grabbed a duffle bag and began to pile it full of weapons and
ammunition.

I took aim and threw the knife at his leg. It missed and pierced a bag of
salt. Desmond laughed again. "Ok for serious?"

"It's a personalized knife T. If anyone besides the owner uses it, they'll
miss." He picked the knife up and lunged towards my chest with it. He
twisted around and fell onto his back. "And Richard's dead."

"So no one can use it?" I helped Desmond off the ground with a firm hand.

"Nope. Never again." He handed it to me and continued gathering things.

"Do you have a knife?" I asked examining the knife. It looked as though it
had something in the handle, but I couldn't make it out in the darkness.

"Nah." He smiled at me doing up the bag and slinging it over his
shoulder. "I'm not special enough to have one made for me." He winked.

"Why not?" I followed him up the stairs.

"Cause that requires a lot of magik, and a lot of love. Winnie made that
for him so her love would protect him. See, it's suppose to be an
enchantment so that no one would be able to use it against the owner. But
it's got a little more kick to it that just that." He picked up the other
duffle bag at the front door and proceeded to the car. Those bags were
really heavy... Hot...

"I'm sure it's nothing personal. Here lemme carry one of those." I tugged
at the clothing bag.

"Nah T it's fine, I got it." He kissed my forehead and kept walking. "And I
know it's nothing personal. It's not like she made one for anyone
else. Just him."  He opened the back door and threw the duffle bags in. "So
whatever, I don't need one with my cat-like reflexes." He grabbed me and
before I knew what was happening, flung me around so that my body closed
the back door and I leaned against the car with him pressed close to
me. "See?" He kissed me softly on the lips and opened the passenger door
for me. "Monsieur." He bowed to me grandiosely until I got in the car. He
closed it and hopped over the hood and got in the driver's seat. "So where
to?"

I put the knife in the pocket of the door and pulled the list from my
pocket. "Fellowship of Dark Magicians" I read. "How ominous!" I
giggled. "Well like Wnnie said, the closest would be Ida Bersekoff in
Sudbury."

"Then off we go." He put his hand on my thigh and pulled a three point turn
until we were headed away from Winnie's house. Not for the last time mind
you.

"Wuss." I said to him. He smiled and moved his hand higher up my leg. I put
my hand on top of his and we drove on.