Sabbath, night of worship

The next Saturday, as the full moon rises over a small farm not so far from the regular town, the Sinclairs are gathered with their thralls in the rearranged barn for their monthly ceremony in honor of the Horned One.

On the altar, the compelled daughter of the farmer is waiting to become the first highlight of the ceremony. Officiating, Electra stands, menacing, in her blood red ceremonial robes. In the first row, Summer and Bob kneel in their black robes. Behind them, kneeling as well, three rows of thralls mumble the incantation they were taught the same afternoon by Summer. In the back of the barn, restless, tied up and gagged, the farmer, his wife and Eric, the farm boy, wait for their turn. This is the setting.

“Oh, Lord of the Realm Below!”

“Satan, Satan, Satan...”

“Oh, Fallen Angel, Imperfect One, Spot of Spunk on the Immaculate Robe of God Almighty...”

“Satan, Satan, Satan...”

“Unholy Organizer of the Department of Motor Vehicles, Great Provider of the Sunday morning’s Empty Carton of Milk, Grand Master of the Full Diaper!”

“Satan, Satan, Satan...”

“Oh, Horned One...We implore you to give us strength and lust for the times to come and in return, we offer you...” she pauses looking for her ceremonial dagger.

Not finding it, she turns to Summer.

“Where the fuck did you put the Sacred Dagger of the Seven Circles of Hell?”

“Shit! I knew I was forgetting something… Sorry mom, I left it at home.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, sorry, I was so busy ironing the robes, preparing the thralls, finding a farm and shit that I forgot about it completely...”

Bob stands.

“Don’t say “and shit” Summer, it’s inappropriate. And Electra, darling, don’t worry I’m pretty sure we can find something to replace it. Give me a minute...”

Wrapping himself in his robes, he turns into a bat and flies out the barn.

“Young lady! We are definitely having a discussion about this later.”

“I’m sorry mom...” Summer says sheepish.

Time seems to slow down and the tension rises in the barn. None of the thralls dare looking up. For once, the sacrifices in the back of the barn stay put. Electra lights a cigarette.

Eventually Bob comes back.

“I found this,” he is holding a large kitchen knife. “It will have to do.”

“I guess it will. Okay everybody, back to your spots... where was I? Oh yes… We implore you to give us strength and lust for the times to come and in return, we offer you this virgin...” she pauses.

“Darling, are you a virgin?” She asks the girl on the altar.

The compelled daughter of the farmer answers: “well no, not really...last summer... with Eric...”

In the back of the barn there is some commotion where the farmer and the farm boy are tied up. A thrall stands to separate the two kicking packages.

“Do I look like I give a fuck how you lost your fucking virginity?” Electra barks.

“Sorry...”

“Not your fault darling... not your fault... please everyone: resume the chanting...”

She waits for the thralls to start again.

“Satan, Satan, Satan...”

“We implore you to give us strength and lust for the times to come and in return, we offer you this innocent young maiden...” she pauses again, “scratch that, we offer you this sinner’s soul for you to feast while we feast on her blood and body by the means of this...” she looks at the kitchen knife in her hand, “err kitchen knife... this is clearly not going as planned... anyways...”

She has the sacrifice seat facing the audience and slits her throat covering the assembly with the not so virginal blood.

***

A couple hours later, the vampires stand outside the burning barn.

“In the end it turned out to be quite a nice ceremony,” Bob tells his wife.

“Yes, in the end it did,” Electra answers.

“Mom, sorry about the dagger thing.”

“Water under the bridge, my love. It’s already forgotten, already forgiven. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I was quite impressed by the way you handled the farm boy and that anal part was a nice touch.”

“Thanks mom, I don’t know, I guess the shape of his cock inspired me to put it there. Glad you liked it.”

“Yes…” Electra pauses for a moment, thinking.

“Bob, you are right, it was quite a nice ceremony... I can’t wait for the end of days to come...” Electra resumes looking at the moon.

Behind her, not looking so convinced, Summer and Bob smile. At least she is happy, they both think.