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Chapter 8 by TantricLegion TantricLegion

An ordinary morning?

Beth the best friend visits.

Beth loved these early morning runs, just her and the pavement, her long caramel legs flashing as the miles flowed by. A tall dark-skinned girl with curly brown hair she wore in a pony tail she had been Katie’s best friend since kindergarten. She ran up the front steps of the Bell residence, stopping and stretching as she enjoyed the growing warmth of the morning sun. Wearing a broad smile the pretty girl lifted her hand to rap, starting when the door swung open unexpectedly.

“Whoa! You okay Mr Bell? You look a little..?”

“I am going out. I have to go out. I have to go get.. something.” He walked haltingly away towards the driveway wearing a vague expression out of character for the normally self-possessed Professor.

With a shrug the pretty teenager went inside. A quick tour of the kitchen snagged her a water bottle and banana. Quiet filled the house as she climbed the stairs. When she reached her friend’s room Beth swung the door open and looked in. Grinning when she saw the expected motionless lump under the covers. “I see you’re still in bed, Kat. Better wake up, we’ll be late for practice.”

“Bad things happen to people this happy this early.” Katie said archly.

“You’ve got to try coming out with me one morning. I don’t care what anyone says, nothing beats the feeling of a natural runner’s high.” Beth enthused with the passion of a real devotee.

Katie giggled, “You have no idea”

“Say Katie, is your dad okay?” Beth asked hesitantly, “He seemed a little off.”

“Yeah, We just needed to get him out of the house.” Katie threw back the bedsheets, revealing her nudity and rolling out of bed. The corrupted blond stepped forward and seized her best friend, locking lips with the astonished girl and giving her a searing kiss. “Mmmm. I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile. Don’t worry, you’re going to love this. She’s all yours, Master.”

Clawed hands slid around her waist, caressing her soft brown skin. “Elizabeth Mary Patton you are a sinner.” The suddenly terrified teen moaned and trembled as as she felt hot breath as an inhuman voice rasped in her ears. “And just like your friend you are now mine!”

What does she face?

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