Witching Hour

The game was a riot. Our team won, which made the celebratory after party a moral imperative for the upper echelon of the socialites. Since I was one of the cheerleaders, I was mandated to show support. The rendezvous after the usual Bob’s Diner get together was, “Willow Trees,” which essentially was just a make out spot. However, just below the old dirt road was Old Pond. Old Pond has been around for generations. Not sure why it’s called that because it’s actually a lake, though. One of the popular fishing spots in the day. At night, that’s the best skinny dipping, watering hole in all of Tecumseh.

“Hey! You riding with me, Sarah?” said a perky voice from behind, adding, “Sarah Marshal Wilmington! Earth to Sarah—“

That sassy voice was Chantilly, my best friend and head cheerleader. Her parents were loaded, so she drove a red, Tesla Model 3, which all the girls just piled into.

“Coming,” I said, trying to look inconspicuous being that Jared had been giving me the eye the entire time we were eating our burger and fries.

I shut the door behind, squeezing my tiny, five foot five inches and barely a buck ten frame into a loaded vehicle, which was fit for four people, but some how fitting five tonight.

“Sit on my lap, girly,” said Beth with a come hither motion with her fingers.

Beth was bisexual, and I totally felt those vibes from her. I wasn’t gay or at least I haven’t done anything with another female before. Suffice it to say, Beth has been trying to get into my panties since the season started. Now, that the Cougars were going to State, she’s been more aggressive with her approach. I never bothered with Beth’s advances because she’s a gorgeous brunette with a size D. She gets hit on by every starter on the team daily. Between her and Chantilly, they were probably the most beautiful girls throughout our high school. I’m no chopped liver either, but I was the cute, petite, shy girl with the dirty blonde locks.

“We’re here—bitches! Everyone out, so I can breathe again,” said Chantilly, pulling into an opening, reverse parking in the back.

I stretched my legs, bending over. I felt a light impression on my butt.

“Oh hey, pumpkin,” said Beth, palming both of my butt cheeks with a smile.

I reciprocated with a smile then played it off, creating some distance between us before saying, “What a game tonight?”

“Seriously, Sarah—how long have we known each other now? Look—I get it if you’re not interested in other girls, but something’s telling me that you are,” said Beth, closing that gap between us until our lips were barely an inch apart.

“Yes! Yeeehaw!” Shouted a voice at the opposite end of the road.

“The boys are here,” muttered Beth under her breath, licking her juicy, red lips seductively, whispering, “That’s not the only thing I lick.”

Once the guys arrived, the sexual tension was replaced by male bravado and loads of testosterone—a football team worth. With the yelling and the sounds of empty beer cans being tossed into a circle, it felt like a tail gate party at some university. Nope—just a bunch of adolescent youth, blowing off some steam.

Two cases of beer later, the once boisterous activity had died down to slurred speech and a lot of I love you man from weary, robust alpha males too inebriated to squeak out a sensible sentence let alone drive home. Since it was way past midnight, we’d figure we’ll just spend the night on the dirt lot. Our numbers had dwindled down as the more sober goody good two shoes departed earlier. But, the hardcore kept on drinking, though.

There was one more case left and some of the jocks weren’t finished competing against each other as they merrily drank themselves into a stupor. Until the inevitable was brought up.

“Old Pond!” Yelled, John, defensive captain and middle linebacker, tearing off his jersey and under t-shirt, unzipping his Levi jeans.

I had anticipated this moment, but why so late? Usually, we’d all take a dip around midnight and lose interest a half an hour later. Closer to three o’clock, that morning chill was going to make this dip a bit nippy.

But, I wasn’t a party pooper. Besides, I had been nursing my beer for the past hour—nobody knew. I was a total light weight anyways just in case we needed a designated driver.

“Are you coming?” said Jared, trying to make small talk.

I could feel fiery rays, burning my backside, spotting Beth gazing directly at our interaction.

I paid her no mind, answering, “Beat you down there!”

Trying my best to outrun one of the fastest receivers was a pointless endeavor, but I gave it a shot. Of course, Jared beat me to the lake making quick work of his clothes and jumping in.

Just as I could relieve my bra and t-shirt, I felt an impression on my right shoulder.

“Don’t do it,” snapped a voice.

Completely taken off guard, I had such a perplexed expression. I recognized the boy. He was the smart kid in my Biology class, but we never talked. I could vaguely remember his name—something Jones, not sure.

“Excuse me,” I blurted out.

Just as he could start a sentence, my sisters came to my rescue.

“Ewww—gross it’s that loner kid!” snapped Chantilly, adding, “Dude, who even invited you anyways? Beat it—loser.”

Chantilly wasn’t charming to unpopular kids, but she didn’t have to be so rude, though. I actually felt bad for the guy, but my girls ushered me off, undressing and placing our clothes in a nicely stacked and well organized pile, not like the boys who had articles of clothing strewn across the shoreline.

At that time, the rambunctious boys were already splashing about, causing a ruckus. So, my sisters and I made haste, diving in. When I resurfaced, I could hear that boy from my Biology class yelling something at me as if trying to warn me. I believe he said something about witch and hour, which made absolutely no sense, so I followed in correlation with my friends, wading over to the deeper end.

I dove in deeper, trying my best to beat the chill, and it worked for a little bit. My teeth chattering was a dead giveaway on just how uncomfortable I was.

“Hey guys, it’s too cold out here—we’re heading back in,” said Chantilly, not wanting to rush me to the E.R. for hypothermia.

“No—really, I’m good, Chan. Let me just warm up.” I said, shaking my head.

“Are you sure, sis,” said Chantilly, giving me that older sister look.

“Allow me,” said Beth, wading closer to me.

I felt hands reaching for my torso. I didn’t fight them. Beth pulled me closer. Our bodies caught in an entanglement of lust. I didn’t stop it.

“Finally,” whispered Beth as our dueling tongues met passionately.

Her saliva was sweet like nectar as I continued to run my tongue along her lips. Then, something startled me as I felt a tug on my ankle. My body dipped inside, fully submerged into that cold, black liquid.

As I let go of Beth’s embrace, I was met with another warm body below—Jared. I suppose he had enough of our lesbian shenanigans and wanted me all to himself.

His firm, chiseled body was oddly warmer than I had anticipated as we embraced in those depths. He rushed me to the surface just before my lungs felt that burn. I breathed in deeply, sucking in that fresh oxygen at the same time holding onto Jared’s muscular frame. Touching his body was exciting as my fingers explored those firm crevices, massaging his muscles while admiring his physique.

Then, our lips met for the first time. Not as sweet or plump as Beth’s lips, Jared had a firmness to his, accentuating his strong jawline and cheekbones. His look and body gave off the impression that he was not one to trifle with on the field or off. I heard rumors about his street fights where he beat up two football players from another district after one of our games. Not big in stature but still powerful, his bad boy persona was highly regarded by his peers, which would explain him literally pulling me away from Beth.

I didn’t mind. His aggression turned me on, and I wanted to explore him more.

I felt splashing as a mountain of naked flesh bombarded our intimate moment. A water fight ensued, taking away Jared’s undivided attention of me. No longer freezing, I waded over to my sisters.

“I’m done,” said Chantilly.

Just like that, we were all done. I guess. Some of the other girls began swimming back to shore. A few seconds longer, I wanted to enjoy the peace, the hazy, moonlight, peeking over the clouds from time-to-time. Then, I heard something faint while back stroking toward the shore. Startled, I looked up toward the direction of the boys. They were too busy horseplaying, though.

I continued toward the other girls who were in the shallow waters.

Sara, said the mysterious voice again. I stopped and turned around. There was only darkness as my kicking legs began to kick harder and faster. Just as I could complete a breast stroke I felt another force pull me under. But, this wasn’t Jared. My body was flung around like a wet cloth tossed in all directions as I was drug toward the bottom of the lake. I had no air left in me as I struggled to free myself.

I was dying.

Floating lifelessly in those depths, I was comforted by a black shadow. Quicker than any fish I had ever encountered, it darted elusively, swimming all around my legs, my arms. My lungs burned as I screamed, but nothing came out.

Then, this black silhouette slowed down and reached eye level, staring directly into my soul and kissed my lips. It had no face, but there was a shape, and I felt something press my lips, so I assumed it had a mouth.

Or, maybe I was hallucinating as I began to black out. I opened my mouth again to let out one final gasp, but the creature kissed me again. In that moment, I had all the air I needed. My lungs were no longer sore.

“You will do just fine,” said this oddly peculiar voice.

Although I was still under water, it was as if that voice could penetrate my thoughts because I heard it as clear as the sunrise. I understood what it wanted from me. Darkness shrouded my vision as I drifted to the bottom.

Lilith’s POV

“My kitties,” I said, admiring this new flesh.

I swam effortlessly across the bottom of the lake toward all the ruckus. Flailing arms and legs kicking sporadically as these eager bodies stirred up the pot. I’ll just pluck them out one-by-one.

I swooped up, my body cutting through the water in seconds as I reached up, grabbing one unsuspecting victim. I dragged his body toward the bottom of the lake and began to feast. His warm liquids mixed with my saliva as I continued to drink his soul. His body stopped twitching as I made another round.

Those boys were still huddled in a circle, wading at the top, so I picked another victim, grabbing his ankle and dragging him to the exact same location of the first boy. He was a beefy fella but no match for me as I broke his grip and bit into his throat like I’ve done countless times before.

After several minutes had elapsed, I had my fill of his orgasmic plasma that I let the corpse float. By this time, I could sense just how frantic they’ve become as they all gathered by the shore, thinking they were safe far away from the waters.

I followed the scent trails, ambling out of the lake.

“Sarah,” screamed a female, rushing over, embracing me.

She wrapped a towel around my body as more members from this group huddled over, rendering aid. So, I let them come.

Her veins were pulsating. I could smell her desires. A spoiled child, her blood was going to be quite tasty, so I darted in, sinking my teeth into her neck. An explosion of warm liquids filled my mouth, splattering in all directions as I drank her soul. I could see her parents and childhood as her life began to flash before her. Her soul was lifted from this lifeless corpse, so I took a peek at her home. Only sorrow would await her family, now.

By this time, the crowd had dispersed as frantic bodies scampered off into the night—except for one.

I could hear a heartbeat and a peculiar scent wafting in the air. Since this soul was not moving, it would be easy pickings then.

Cowering down, rolled up in a fetal position was a boy. An outcast actually—he didn’t belong to this crowd of sinners, but he was an easy meal nonetheless.

“Who are you,” I said, leaning into my next meal.

He was mumbling something I couldn’t hear.

“Are you praying, boy?” I spat.

He dared look up at me, gripping some tiny, metallic object around his neck.

“You think that will protect you—I’m the Queen, not the servants,” I scowled, waving my hand across his neck.

The gold chain melted. The boy kept mumbling under his breath, which was clear what he was reciting.

“Biblical texts—really,” I scoffed, continuing, “They’ve all but excluded me from that book—can you believe that? Only one mention of Lilith. Such a waste, oh well—time to join the others child.”

Then I bit, sinking my teeth into his jugular vein. His life source had a peculiar taste as visions brought me back to the older memories when the Old Father’s son had roamed the earth.

His blood line reached that far? I couldn’t fathom. We destroyed all remnants of that past once the crucifixion took place. That lineage was supposed to have been decimated then.

I searched his soul, closing my eyes to see further into the boy’s life. All very uninteresting events, so I fast forwarded to the present as the child bled out by my feet.

“You and your mother will not see a another Christmas, child, but you’re to see this one, though. I’ll give you back your life for taking it will only make your father stronger. If he only knew his lineage was the first Disciple of Christ, but he won’t. I’ll make sure of that.” I said, placing my hand over his neck, whispering, “Flesh o’er flesh.”

A bluish glow emitted from the tips of my fingers, falling onto the open wound. The blood stopped flowing as tissue healed, intertwining like a woven basket. I kissed his lips, releasing a dark spirit into his lungs.

He began to cough uncontrollably at first before taking a deep breath.

I lifted my nostrils, following the scent trail. The kids have all but fled the scene, but I’d find some other treat.