Nightmare Pt.5
Date: 7/2/98
From: marcos1

Nightmare

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Nicholas Blair and Jeb Hawkes walked into the sauna room of the motel. It was a small wooden structure located near the swimming pool. The room was full of steam and they sat down on a concrete wall. Nicholas had thought that this was a perfect place to talk and that it should be private. However they were not alone.

"Hey guys," a heavy-set man called out. He had dark hair that was slicked back, and wore a broad smile. "I was afraid that I was going to be alone in here." He held out his hand to Nicholas. "My name is Cleveland. And boy, is this a chance meeting?"

"A chance meeting?" Nicholas asked. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Do you two gentleman need extra income?" Cleveland asked, smiling. "Well, have you ever heard about Crumbley products? Home marketing is the wave of the future. If you could give me a moment of your time? I want to tell you a way that you could turn a few extra dollars into a small fortune."

"Are you trying to sell us something?" Nicholas asked. His eyes narrowed.

"No, I'm trying to tell you a way to achieve financial independence. And it does not involve selling," Cleveland replied.

"Look, Mr. Cleveland," Nicholas said sternly. "I'm a warlock on loan from hell." He pointed to Jeb. "And my friend is a Leviathan being from the darkest corners of the underworld. Do we look like Crumbly salesmen?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about?" Cleveland said. "Are you trying to be funny?" He pulled the towel around his large frame. "If you are not interested, you should have just said so. There was no need to be rude..." The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, as Jeb changed into his true form. Cleveland looked at the creature. "Oh, shit." He dropped his towel and ran from the sauna, running straight towards Highway 19, his naked buttocks shining under the headlights of the passing cars.

Nicholas smiled. "Well , now that we are alone. We can begin." He spoke vigorously. "We call upon the creatures that live in the darkness of death---but yet curse it. We call upon those that died and yet feel anger towards death. Revenge can be yours. You who were never meant to die...we call upon you. And we ask the question...how do we destroy the one that controls death? How do we gain victory against the Grim Reaper?"

Smoke filled the room and a skeleton formed shape in the mist. At first it was just bone, but then flesh began to wrap itself around the outline, two breasts, skin the color of ivory, eyes started to take shape---blue as the morning star, hair started to spin a weave on the head---the color of onyx--lovely raven tresses, and then she was complete. A laughter filled the room. It was a laugh very familiar to Nicholas, sounding sweet--yet bitter, with a touch of mania. "Cassandra," he gasped. "I did not summon you."

"Nicholas, who would be better to defeat death?" Cassandra laughed. "Death shall not be defeated by a wall of fire or a field of thorns. But by love. And I shall win his heart."

Nicholas and Jeb stared at the naked siren and they both smiled.

To be continued--