Wicked Desires (3 page)

Dinera and Rosette joined hands as
they called upon the Goddesses of their individual faiths to hear
Dinera’s plea.

“
Sacred Mother of us all,
I come to you with an open heart asking that you grant my one and
only desire, a red haired witch of extraordinary power. A little
girl to carry on the DeFliehr bloodline. A child born from a union
of my son’s offspring mating with the son of Billy and Elizabeth
Dalton. May she have Lizzie’s beauty, Billy’s charisma, and my
powers of a witch."

“
And her mother’s strength
and gumption, “ Rosette added. “I see Charles producing a woman
child who will challenge all who dare to cross her, including
yourself.”

Rosette squeezed Dinera’s
hands. “Give Ms. DeFliehr the strength and grace to deal with this
child. She’s going to grow up fast when she is ripped away from her
mother at a very young age. It will take her many years to accept
her own gifts and present the little redhead to Dinera as the heir
to the family name.”

“
Courtney…” Dinera said.
“We shall name this girl child Courtney and she will mate with
Billy Dalton’s eldest son to bear my grandchild.”

“
Do you feel it?” Rosette
asked?

“
Yes,” Dinera agreed, as
her blood ran cold. “William’s mistress is going to bear a
child.”

“
This is not good,” Rosette
said, her voice shaking. “Charles must not mate with the
child.”

“
But, this little girl.”
Dinera sighed. “With both mine and Odessa’s blood running through
her veins, she would be a paranormal force to be reckoned
with.”

“
Her mind…” Rosette said,
shaking her head. “She will be mentally compromised. This girl
child will never learn how to control her powers.”

“
She will be so beautiful,
so special, so perfect--“

“
No!” Rosette said. “You
must do everything in your power not to allow her birth. What with
the inbreeding and your and Odessa’s powers combined, why the child
will lose her mind. Her gifts will destroy her.”

“
Not if we find a way to
reach her,” Dinera said. “Not if I send you to her as her mentor
and teacher. Not if I take her as mine when she comes of
age”

A sudden gust of wind swirled across
the rooftop terrace, extinguishing all the candles.

“
The Goddess has spoken.”
Dinera stood, hugging Rosette. “I shall have two witches to call as
mine. Two DeFliehr witches to carry out my family
bloodline.”

“
As it is willed, so mote
it shall be."

THE END

"Aah, Le Fée Verte." Odessa
raised her crystal glass of absinthe to the door of the crypt that
held her lover's remains. "Blessed Samhain, my beloved."

The St. Louis Cemetery
wasn't exactly her idea of a romantic date, but Odessa had to make
due with what she had. She'd lit enough votive candles to fill the
Fletcher family vault with pure white light, thankful to have
already imbibed in enough absinthe to quell any fears or doubts.
Not even a raging thunder storm could deter her from spending this
time with her beloved.

Before William had wound up
here, she had loved to wander the old cemetery. How she'd enjoyed
soaking up the histories of all the souls laid to rest among the
beautiful statues and ornate mausoleums. Being a witch, she'd never
felt any fear of those who've crossed over.

It was nothing to walk
amidst the souls of those she hadn't loved. What bothered her was
that William hadn't wanted to be laid to rest here. He would have
preferred to have had his ashes strewn into the Mississippi river
so his remains could have drifted down into the gulf and off to
sea.

What a shame it was that
she knew him better than his own wife. It wasn't fair that their
handfasting hadn't held up to the legal vows he had exchanged with
Dinera DeFliehr years before they had ever met. The woman hadn't
even taken his name. That alone should have made it obvious that
Dinera had seduced him only for his money and First Street
mansion.

Odessa was the one who
really loved Will and now not even in death would they be torn
apart. She sat her glass down on stone floor and tossed back her
long red hair. She'd gotten soaked traipsing through the rain. If
not for the warmth of her cape, her lacy purple dress would have
been ruined.

After another soothing sip
of absinthe she untied the ribbon that laced the bodice of her
dress. The satin fabric rubbed teasingly against her nipples as she
loosened the black ribbon. She cupped her breasts with gentle
caresses, remembering how Will's hands and then his mouth had felt
again her pale flesh.

Odessa slowly shimmied out
of the dress and kicked off her high heels to stand naked in all
her glorious beauty. Those shoes hadn't been the most appropriate
footwear for such weather conditions, but her relationship with
Will have never been anywhere near most people's idea of
acceptability.

Will had always loved her
long legs in a pair of stilettos. On many a lazy afternoon he had
bend her over his desk, taking her naked, but for a gorgeous pair
of shoes. Her pussy throbbed with desire for the way his cock had
always left her sated and full. She hadn't had a moment of such
contentment since his death.

The cold marble floor of the mausoleum
chilled her bare feet and sent a shiver through her spine. At least
this was better than being locked away from her beloved and left
out in the even colder rain. Even a witch of her immense power
would have never been able to cast this spell without access to
this inner sanctum.

Odessa lit the white and
lavender laced protection candle from the flame of one of the
candles she'd used to seal her circle of protection. Grasping her
pentacle necklace, she kissed the green emerald that centered the
circle. Will had given her the pendant because he thought the
expensive stone matched the sparkle of her even greener
eyes.

Tonight she also wore an
old fashioned skeleton key on that silver chain. Thank Goddess for
the key that got her out of the rain and inside the vault. It had
been so easy to obtain from the cemetery caretaker. She'd only had
to offer the elderly man a bottle of bourbon and a flash of her
pale white breasts in exchange for access to the Fletcher family's
finally resting place.

It hadn't been quite as
easy to get the item she retrieved from her satchel and placed upon
a makeshift altar. She felt her cheeks flush at just the memory of
what she'd had to do to claim what should have been rightly
hers.

Luckily, her best friend
Carmella was a surgical nurse with access to the hospital's morgue
and Will had signed up to donate his organs. Unfortunately, at
least for those awaiting various body parts, Will's organs were
deemed unsuitable for donation.

Odessa had just happened to
be hanging out, okay stalking the morgue, waiting to have some
alone time with her beloved-- Goddess knows his wifey wasn't about
to let her anywhere near the funeral home-- when a not so
responsible intern had been left in charge of the dead
zone.

Her stomach churned just
thinking about the things she let that boy do to her body. Those
five minutes in that supply closet had been her own little dose of
hell. Had it been worth it? She wondered. Yes, that horny intern
got a quickie and she got what she had always wanted--William's
heart-- sliced out of his chest and placed in a pretty blue
Tupperware Bowl.

She popped the lid of the
bowl and lovingly caressed what remained of Will's heart. Despite
the herbal mixture and prime place in her refrigerator, the once
beautiful burgundy mass had faded and withered. So unlike her love
for Will.

"Oh, well." She sighed. "This has got
to be done."

Odessa picked up her pearl
handled athame and went into that quiet place in the very far
corners of her brain. With her mind settled, she gathered her
powers to surround herself in a vivid orange light. Most others
used a white light. Not Odessa. The positive energies of orange
always worked best when harnessing her powers.

"Mother, Father, Spirit," she sang in
a clear trill. "I call upon you to light Will's path and show him
the way. Bring him back to me, if only for one day."

She lit a brown candle
placed beside a pentacle in the north most corner of her altar. "I
call upon the earth to reignite his vitality with all the strength
of Father Sun."

Next, she lit a yellow
candle. "I call upon air to wrap his soul in the wind and carry him
back to me."

Lighting a red candle, she said, "I
call upon fire to reignite his passion."

Then it was the blue candle
beside her crystal chalice. Her favorite because it reminded her of
Will's eyes and the way she felt when they were upon her. "I call
upon water to quench and sate our desires."

She took a sip of absinthe,
thinking about how sweet it would be to once again drown in
William's love. With a steady hand she lit the red candle of the
two lovers with their bodies entwined in a waxen erotic embrace. No
explanation necessary on that one.

Odessa watched the flame
ignite and dance above the lovers. She and Will united again. Just
as she'd done that miserably hot day when she'd procured his heart,
Odessa took her athame and cut away a tiny bit of tissue in the
shape of a cartoon heart.

How different, she thought,
does the real thing look in comparison to the heart's imagery of
love. Maybe it had been different when Will's heart pulsed with
blood and kept a steady beat inside his broad chest.

She swallowed the tissue,
chasing it with a large gulp of absinthe, and placed her lips
against the cool black marble of his vault for an icy
kiss.

"My beloved," she said,
"please come to me tonight. Make love to me one more
time."

Odessa sat down crossed legged on the
floor, shivering when her bare ass met the cold stones. "This tomb
would be much nicer if your ancestors had thought to install a
fireplace."

She closed her eyes,
envisioning the way Will would come to her tonight. How wonderful
it would feel to be back in his arms. How much she wanted him back
inside of her. Making her whole again.

Her body convulsed with
sobs and tears ran down her face, running in rivulets streaming
down her breasts in what she tried to imaging as Will's wet kisses.
If this spell didn't work she knew with certainty that her only
option would be to join him on the other side.

Odessa collapsed to the
floor so weak with despair that she didn't have the will too try to
get back to her feet. She closed her eyes, giving in to the
nothingness that the absinthe always brought. If only she had the
strength to reach for her cape. Will had always loved to watch her
unclasp the cape and let it fall to the floor to reveal her
nakedness. He used to tell her the mossy green velvet matched her
eyes. How she wished she could once again twirl around in front of
him, basking in his adoration.

Just when she knew she
couldn't go on, she felt the cool embrace of one of her snakes
slithering it's way up her leg. She cradled the beautiful black
snake in her arms, rocking it like a baby. Goddess how she loved
her snakes. Almost as much as she adored Will.

She had always been known
as a snake charmer. Although to her, it was the other way around.
Snakes had always soothed her. Their beauty and grace coupled with
most people's irrational fear made the snake the perfect creature
in Odessa's eyes.

The serpent healing touch
calmed her to where she was able to climb to her feet. She found
her cape and wrapped the soft velvet around her willowy frame. The
heat felt good seeping though her skin, enveloping her with a sense
of serenity she thought she might never feel again.

Odessa blew out all the
candles except for the lovers embrace. She stood for a moment
entranced by the dancing flame and the wax dripping down the bodies
to meld the lovers in an eternal embrace. Not bothered by the heat
of the wax, she traced an outline of a heart. First on the altar
and then on the door to Will's vault.

She sealed the container
bearing Will's heart with a burp and placed the blue bowl back in
her satchel. Then she picked up the snake and carried it to the
door of the crypt.

"I'd love to take you home
with me." She kissed the snake's head before releasing it in the
grass. "But, I won't tear you away from your kith and
kin."

Odessa watched the snake
slither away in the darkness before gathering her things. She ran
her fingers over Will's name carved in the black marble, tracing
the outline of each letter as gently as if she could feel his
skin.

"I'll wait for you, my
beloved."

Any other woman might have been
fearful of walking through the cemetery at night, not Odessa. If
anyone wanted to bode her harm she would gladly accept their offer.
There was nothing tying her to this earthly realm.

"If he doesn't come to me tonight,
please strike me down," she said, standing a moment to let the rain
pelt her face.