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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger

Date: 11/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 86.8, Source: sexstories.com

help Phillipa.” “Jade is alive,” Sable whispered, using Phillipa's coven name, and stumbled over to the wounded witch. “What's Phillipa to you?” Christy asked, touching her shoulder. “My mate.” Christy blinked, wondering what had happened while she was in the Spirit Realm. No, that can wait. She cast the healing spell. She had worked it before when she healed her mother's ovarian cancer. The bullet worked out of Britney's shoulder, falling to her lap, then the flesh knitted back together. She turned her attention to Kyle, grasping his head and bending down to kiss his bloody forehead. Then she prayed, “Ishtar, share your love with this man and restore him to his health.” Her amber pendant flared bright, bathing his face. His angular eyes opened, staring up at her, blinking in confusion. “Christy?” “Yes,” she whispered, tears joining the rainwater dripping down her face. She tensed, waiting for the hatred to appear in his face. He sat up, his arms reaching out, then he pulled her to him in the backseat of the cop car. “You came back.” She shivered in his arms, absorbing the heat of his body as she clung to him. “You needed me.” His lips captured hers and she forgot all about the cold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Burke's feet echoed as he strode down the hall, barely giving the corpse of Shadow a glance. He muttered a shield spell as he reached the door Aaliyah, Fatima, and Fumi had disappeared into. It was a janitor's closet. They were trapped like rats. It was time to end ... this. He ripped open the door, ready for their attack. A mop handle spilled out. They were gone. A great rage burned inside him. He turned, seeing the students peering out of their classrooms. “The school's on lockdown!” he snarled. Classroom doors were slammed and locked. “So Shadow couldn't handle some youths,” the Vicar sneered as he strode up still wearing the disguise of the dead Mr. Skinner. Besides the useless Sable, he was the last member of Burke's coven. “She always was a useless cunt. You should have left her to rot in that Magyar hovel.” “Kyle and his whores are dangerous,” Burke growled. “We have to assume the cops can't hold Kyle for much longer.” “What should we do.” “Something is keeping Faiza in her house. Take Braiden and Frankie and go fetch her. It is time to end this.” The Vicar smiled, a staff of black forming out darkness appeared in his hand. Then his body folded, teleporting through Darkness thanks to Shadowedge, the Ghul artifact he possessed. Burke strode back to his office. He had long prepared this school. It was time to activate its defenders. It was time to fight. He was not going to let Aaliyah slip out of his hands again. For almost thousand years he had been obsessed with that lamp. Ever since he picked the lamp up from that Moslem's corpse and felt its power. He was so close. His fingers clenched, remembering the feel of the brass lamp slipping out of his fingers as the Mediterranean had swallowed them both up. He opened a locked cupboard and ...