Alex rummaged through her bag for the third time that night, looking for her charm bracelet.
Damn, I'm getting old
, she thought. She pushed the container of salt aside as she delved to the bottom of the bag and prayed that she hadn't left it. Last year she had and she'd been unable to do the ritual. She had to complete it this year or else-
She stopped and took a breath. Thoughts like that would get her nowhere. She knew she had the bracelet, she'd triple checked everything before she left; it was just a matter of finding it in this bottomless pit of a duffle bag. She pursued her lips as she felt through the contents in the bag and ticked them off mentally. Salt. Check. Box of bandages. Check. Cloves. Check. Vaseline. Check.
"Yes!" she exclaimed as her fingers slid over the cool metal.
She lifted the bracelet out and looked at it. Three charms stared back at her; heart, cross, and dagger. She smiled and pushed it onto her arm. It was loose tonight but that didn't matter, it didn't need to fit perfectly for the ritual.
Alex stood up, and looked across the sacred circle she'd etched into the grass earlier, at the unconscious man in its center. She'd secured his hands and gagged him earlier that evening after she'd knocked him out with a prick of her needle. She'd found that over the years, it was much easier to immobilize the men with something medicinal than with violence. The men never suspected the quick prick on the neck to knock them out and it sure beat the hell out of trying to hide a blunt object while wearing a cocktail dress. It still amazed her how easy it was to get a man to trust a girl these days.
Alex glanced at the old woman sleeping to her left. Her paper thin body sprawled against a large oak; she was almost completely concealed in the darkness, only an outline showed that she was there. She'd need the old womans blood to start the ritual tonight. She pushed her hand into her pocket and gripped the vile she'd brought.
It's almost time,
she thought.
Alex glanced up at the sky, midnight was pressing in on her, making her arm hairs raise as All Hallows Eve drew nearer. She knelt and brought out the knife that she kept just for this night. She flicked her thumb over the edge out of habit, checking the sharpness. A drip of blood appeared on her finger and she licked it away. A long moan sounded from the man, bringing her eyes to him.
The man rolled onto his back and grunted. He tried to sit up but the effects of the drug she'd given him wouldn't let him orient himself that well just yet. Alex watched as first confusion, then fear and finally anger darkened his face. His genetics were definitely Mediterranean, with that strong jaw line, beautiful dark hair and olive skin. She smiled. She'd chosen him precisely because of those strong features. They reminded her so much of her late husband. She sighed in anticipation. Tonight was going to be perfect.
Alex's sigh drew his attention, and he swung his gaze around to clash with hers. He didn't seem to notice that he was naked. Or maybe it was that he didn't really care. She'd disrobed him as soon as he'd passed out, working her way through the clothes as if they were butter and she the knife. She'd piled them all into a nice neat square by the old woman under the oak afterwards.
He had introduced himself as Sebian at the bar, an odd name but weirdly appropriate she thought. Alex ran her eyes over his body, taking in the wide shoulders, and lean stomach. This man worked out more than her husband ever had. His eyes narrowed as he watched her take in his nakedness. She laughed, even through the dim light of the night; he could see her expression, apparently.
Alex walked over to him and knelt, letting him see the knife as she sat crouched beside him. The black dress, stretched over her body, hugging her curves and pushing her breasts together. She was close enough to rub his face between them but she paused letting him take in the situation. He stared up at her, his anger written in the frown lines on his forehead, as she brought the knife to his chest; she played the tip around his nipples, gently scratching first one then the other as she turned the knife to play between the two. She smiled as they hardened.
Alex stiffened as a thread of energy ripped through the air and All Hallows Eve dawned. Midnight was upon them, time to get the ball rolling. She stood up and made her way to the old woman, still asleep, blissfully unaware of what was going on around her. Alex crouched over the woman and pulled her arm out, flipping it over so that her wrist was bare. She drew the knife gently over the onion like skin and waited for the blood to well up enough for her to capture it.
Alex looked over her shoulder as the man grunted behind her, struggling to get up. He was going to be a pain in the ass if she didn't hurry. She grabbed the vile from her pocket and turned back to the woman to fill it with as much blood as the old womans veins had managed to produce, which unfortunately wasn't much. She hoped it was enough to draw the spirits tonight.
Alex headed to the center of the sacred circle; the energy flaring around her as she crossed into the circle, making her arm hair dance. She shivered as she walked around the circle the energy growing, as she sprinkled the blood and recited her incantations. She knew the man was studying her; she could feel his eyes watching as she trekked across the grass, and follow her as she stopped in the center and finished the first round of spells.
Alex turned to the man in the center; he had managed to get to his knees but hadn't managed anything further. She had to hurry or she would lose him. She pulled the dress up and over her body in one quick movement, the knife catching the fabric as she pulled it over her head. She felt it rip and then, suddenly, she was naked.
Alex watched as the man lifted his head and took in her nakedness. His eyes rounded as he watched her walk toward him. She smiled. She certainly had his attention now. She sauntered closer, letting him take in her nakedness. She watched him run his eyes down her body, stopping to linger on her full breasts and manicured pussy. If he hadn't been gagged, she was sure that his mouth would be as round as his eyes, right now.
"What do you think Sebian?" She asked.
She lifted her hand and fondled her left nipple, tweaking it to a hard nub as he watched at her feet. His eyes were on her hand following its movement along her skin. She smiled. He was enjoying the show.
She slowly sauntered behind him, trailing her fingers around his shoulders as she moved to his back. He stiffened when he felt her touch but she ignored it and instead leaned over him, pressing her breasts against his naked back.
"Tonight," Alex whispered, "I'm going to fuck you. Not once, not twice, but as many times as I want."
She felt him shiver.
