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"I can't do this." Freya's voice was flat. She didn't look at her sister, or at Stephan.
Stephan had stopped licking Deirdre, as though, when her attention shifted to Freya, he had been
released.
"Damn you, sister!" Deirdre got off Stephan's shoulders.
"What a time to get tired! There's no time to feed from him to renew yourself." She shouldered Freya
aside. "I'll rub him. All you have to do is keep up your end of the compulsion." Deirdre sat at Stephan's
hips and clasped his cock roughly in one hand. As she moved up and down on the shaft, she stroked the
tip with the other thumb. Stephan immediately arched up again with a cry wrenched from his gut. His
eyes went instantly red. Around him there grew a& corona of energy, like the glow of whitish light that
had enveloped them at Bucklands Lodge.
"No, Dee. You don't understand. I can't do this." Freya just stood there, still. Then her eyes faded from
burgundy through carmine to crimson and then back to dark pools in the dim light of the crypt.
Ann felt Deirdre's rush of rage as a physical wave of power. "Then don't!" she spat. "I'll do it myself. And
you can tell Father why you had a change of heart about obeying him."
Ann saw Freya slump. "I can't please everyone," she murmured, as though she was surprised by that fact.
Ann had no trouble hearing her, even in the immensity of the crypt. "Or there'll be nothing left of me."
"Your purpose is to serve him, serve the Elders, to serve our kind." As Deirdre's attention focused on
Freya, she had stopped rubbing Stephan with the same intensity. The throb in the air slowed, and
Stephan's writhing abated somewhat. The glow faded ever so slightly.
"I've served him for three thousand years," Freya said, her voice still dead. "My sentence is up, don't you
think?" Now she turned her gaze on Deirdre.
But Deirdre jerked her head back around to Stephan. "No you don't," she said, through clenched teeth.
"One of us still knows something of duty." She began to work his cock with fierce intensity. The
throbbing that was Stephan cycled up again until it echoed in Ann's lungs. He groaned. The corona leapt
out around him.
Freya turned and wandered toward the stairway that led up to the garden.
The throbbing was a drum that beat in Ann's head, accelerating, getting louder. Stephan cried out, the
sound seeming torn from his throat. The corona of light intensified and grew until it engulfed Deirdre.
"He's past the point of return," Deirdre shouted in triumph to Freya's retreating form. "There's no way to
stop it now." Indeed, she stepped away from Stephan, who continued to writhe in agony. The glow did
not abate, but gleamed brighter and brighter until it was painful to look upon. To her amazement,
Stephan's body lifted off the coffin lid about six inches and just hung there, twisting. His hoarse cries
echoed against the stone and were thrown back in torturous confusion. Ann wanted to stop her ears.
Instead, she staggered forward into the flicker of the dying fire in the huge grate. "Stephan," she cried.
"Hang on until I can touch you!"
"Ann!" Stephan gasped. "Stay back!" His last word turned into a growl of pain.
Deirdre turned back, unsure what was happening.
Ann couldn't think for the thundering throb of power in the air. She only knew she had to touch him.
"Remember the lodge," she managed, even as she stumbled and fell.
"Too toe!" His body was a bow. Muscles stood out in relief as he twisted in pain. His body gleamed with
streaming sweat. "You'll burn with me. Get back!"
Ann scrambled up. She was so close. "I won't be hurt."
Deirdre lunged around the end of the coffin.
Ann stood still for a single second over the twisting figure on the coffin. Stephan looked at her, all his fear
for her reflected in his glowing red eyes. "Can't hold it," he growled through gritted teeth.
Ann smiled down, her attention only for him. "Don't hold it. Trust me." And she placed both hands, palms
open, on his shoulder.
The shock of power that shot through her was like lightning. Every muscle in her body contracted. All the
pain of Stephan's last hours washed over her and through her. The room went red. Ann felt her hair rising
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