Mal

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She was young, but she was powerful. Powerful enough to summon me. With a glance, I traced her lineage back ten generations. I knew her family. I had served them before.


Patiently, I waited for her to speak. The spell that opened the Gate between our realms was draining. Her naked body was covered with sweat from the ordeal. I admired it. I wanted it. I felt my features shift as I reached into her mind and pulled out the image of her dream lover....

"Stop that," she commanded.
I smiled as I returned to my natural form.

"What is it you wish?" I asked.

"Revenge," she said coldly. "Revenge on my enemies....."
She started listing names. For one so young, she had many enemies. Yet her hate was pure, and her hate was good.
I would help her.

"Where shall I start?" I asked.
"Amy," she said. "Definitely Amy....."
"Free me," I said. "And tell me about Amy...."

Nervously, she approached the pentagram on her hands and knees. She trembled as she reached out and erased a single line of chalk.......

Freed, I flowed out of my cage and took human form for the first time in a century. Apparently, Megan Devaney -- for that was the witch's name -- found my new form pleasing. She seemed mesmerized, especially by the sight of my thick cock.
I knew two things instantly.
I could have Megan Devaney.
And she was a virgin.
I smiled and filed this information away.....
 
Breathe Meg, I tell myself. Grandma's book says you have to focus.

The first semester of college has gone by, but it hasn't been the wonderous growth experiance it should be. I stayed near home to take care of my ailing grandmother. The people who made high school hell for me came right along for the ride.

But now, now after my grandmother's death, I found the answer. Step by step instructions for those who have the power...and I did. Now, now my life will be better.

But I have to stay focused.

"Amy. Definetly Amy." Just saying the words felt good. Now, I had to let it out. The book said this was important, to show respect and fear but to not actually be afraid. After erasing teh line on the floor he apeared.

The demon. Very human, very, very male. Too much male. Wow.

Focus, Meg. You're a witch, time to act like one. Tell him about Amy.

The picture formed in my mind, always with myself as a comparison.

"She's a cheerleader. She's a little slut too. And she never gets in trouble for anything, her big brother's the star quarterback on the football team. She got in tight with the sororities and no one will let me pledge...She horrid..."

I can't find the words but the images fill my mind, she's always been little and cute, while I'm tall. She's fluffy blonde, perfect angel innocent, and my red hair is so dark and wild I must be the one at fault. Every eveil word and deed of hers fills my mind, and I can sense the demon drinking it in, deeper and faster, echoing laughter brusing my thoughts.

He loves it, he loves that I hate her, and he can hate her too. I stare into his eyes, they are dark with my thoughts, I'm drowining in emotions I didn't know I had. I see a flash of a picture...I am with the demon...!

I startle and he's laughing.

"So what should we do for your friend Amy?" His smile is cruel.
"Make her pay. Make her see how empty she is." My smile echoes his.
 
We spent most of the evening talking, plotting and planning. Megan shared a thousand stories of the injustices she hadd suffered growing up, each one of which wounded her psyche like a thousand tiny papercuts.
I was payback. On each and every one of them. And Megan insisted on helping.
If she only knew........


The next day, we drove to school together. All eyes were on us as we strode up the front steps. All conversation stopped when we ferociously embraced and kissed with a passion that sent heatwaves eminating from our bodies.
The silence didn't last long, however. We were immediately the talk of the school. Megan Devaney had a new boyfriend, and he was gorgeous. This was agreed upon by all witnesses, but strangely enough no two descriptions of the stud in question seemed to match.


Still, Amy Hunter knew two things.
Megan Devaney had a new boyfriend, and it was her duty to do whatever it took to steal him away from her.....
 
I knew this would make them sit up and pay attention. The man holding my wrist was stunningly beautiful. For entire seconds I could forget he was a demon and that we had a purpose. Then he would smile, or his eyes would morph color and I would remember, again that this was no man, and nothing I wanted to be really involved with.

It is a tool, Meg. A tool with great cheekbones, but he's here for a reason.

We agreed that after we established his presence as my boyfriend he'd watch cheerleading practice while I was at my ballet class. From her openly jealous glances she'd be on him the second I turned my back. I couldn't help smiling at her as his hand caressed up my back to pull me into another deep kiss.

What a rush! Like being consumed by fire... I could get veryy attached to this. Quick check of the little doll's face...yup, she's pissed. Good. We'll see how you like what we've got prepared for you.
 
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