Red Rose (Scenes 5-8)

5

For the next several weeks, Mara and Nico made love to each other after their parents went to sleep at night, but they had to be sly about it. They would do nothing inappropriate during the day, and both girls knew why. They had to keep their ordinary familial lives separate from their secret lives, so they left nothing to chance during the day. At night, when their parents argued, they would wait till their parents had cooled off and gone to bed, and only when both girls heard their parents' snores and slumbrous breathing would they even consider doing it. And even when they did it, they had to be quick and alert to their parents' shifting on their bed, for it could mean anything from moving sheets to mother and father getting up and walking. As such, they never took off their clothes when they did it, because it was too much of a hassle putting their clothes on when they had no lock on their door. Their parents could barge in unannounced at any time and catch them in the act, and placing a chair against the door knob would seem too suspicious.

And if they wanted to keep their own familial relationship on healthy terms, for both sisters knew they were doing something reproachful to their parents, they had to respect their own boundaries. At night, they would wait till their suppers were sufficiently settled in their stomachs, and even then they wouldn't do it if one of them wasn't feeling well or was too sleepy or just wasn't in the mood. And even when they did it, neither of them would ever do it below their waists, because those were the places where they wiped themselves after using the toilet. That left everything else above the waist, but they placed limits there, too. That meant no biting or squeezing, only mild pinching and tickling and kissing, just enough to excite but not hurt each other.

Those were the ground rules of their nighttime game, one that might prove disastrous if they were caught. As such, they even tried to rationalize their actions in their own words one night after a bout of love-making, or 'bed wrestling,' as Mara would blushingly have it.

Nico, always the passive one, lay on her back, while Mara rested her head on her sister's breasts, listening to her heart beating through her shirt.

Nico said, running her free hand through Mara's hair, "We can't do this forever, you know."

"I know."

"Think our parents know about this?"

Mara raised her head from her chest and shook her head, but then she averted her eyes, saying, "It's not like we're masturbating or anything, and we don't have any toys. We're just bed-wrestling, that's all."

To this, Nico said, "Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now?"

Her words invited action, so Mara put actions to her words. She began kissing Nico's cheeks and lips, then went down planting kisses on her neck and collar bone. All the while, she fondled her sister's breasts through her shirt before reaching underneath and squeezing the soft mounds beneath, and she started making love to Nico again that night. Yet the pain Nico must have felt at that moment, the steady buildup of constant worry subsiding into resignation over their parents’ declining relationship, made her sister throw caution to the wind and escalate the lovemaking past the boundary they had set for each other.

While Mara was fondling her sister’s breasts beneath her shirt, she noticed Nico rubbing herself inside her pants, trying to get off. When Mara saw her doing it, Nico grimaced and averted her eyes but then took hold of Mara’s wrists and pulled her hands from underneath her shirt—

(“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mara said.)

—and pulled them further down past her stomach and cupped her hands against the moist heat of her panties. Mara was about to protest, but Nico silenced her with urgent kisses and promises that this was only going to be for tonight. Mara asked her why, so Nico told her that she was a bad person and needed to be punished, but when Mara asked her why that was, Nico said that she needed punishment and wanted Mara to do it to her.

So Mara gulped down her qualms, scared of Nico’s request, but did as she was bidden, pulling Nico’s pants and panties down her thighs and feeling the moist warmth of her pussy lips against her fingers. When Mara protested that she didn’t want to hurt her, Nico said it’s okay and sat up and demonstrated what she had been doing to herself while Mara was fondling her breasts.

“Do you get it now?” Nico said.

A blushing and sweating Mara nodded, feeling herself getting hot and wet in her own panties just seeing her sister doing it to herself, so she did as she was bidden. It was the first and only time Mara would ever make Nico come the way she did that night, a feeling that Mara felt for herself when she had Nico do the same thing to her. Only Nico was rougher and had Mara yelping so hard that both sisters thought they had woken up their parents, but they only heard them shifting in bed.

6

The trio of girls entered Celia's dorm, located near the staircases going up and down the dorm building, several doors down the hall from Colbie's dorm. Tall bookshelves lined three of the four walls in her dorm, all of them packed with tomes on the occult, witchcraft, and magic, and a few massive grimoires lying underneath her bed. And thick maroon curtains covered the blinds of the window looking over the courtyard, shutting out much of the light from the outside.

She flicked a switch, turning on the dorm room’s ceiling lights overhead, and threw the manila envelope onto her desk facing the curtained window, and they all took off their overcoats and sweaters and placed them on top of Celia's comforter at the foot of her bed.

Celia shut the door and locked it, then headed back to her desk and opened the contents of the envelope and studied the Cairns twins' medical records for several minutes standing up, thumbing through the pages and pausing on certain details that caught her eyes.

Colbie and Kendra, sitting on Celia's bed, waited for her with bated breath, both giddy to find out what the heck was going on with their fellow student, Mara Cairns.

Time passed.

Celia took two of the pages out and handed them to Colbie, then gathered up the rest of the papers and stuffed them back in the envelope. She then crouched down and peered under her bed, lifted the cover of one of the massive tomes and placed the envelope there.

All the while, Colbie and Kendra studied the information printed on the pages.

Colbie said, "I know what PK is, but what's LT stand for?"

"Living targets," she said, getting up and pulling a chair from her desk and sitting on it.

Kendra added, "And what's that mean?"

"It's psychokinesis that affects living targets or living things, like people, animals, even plant life. That's what Mara Cairns has: PK-LT."

Colbie and Kendra traded glances.

Kendra said, "So that's why she overpowered us so easily during our dream session."

"Yep,” Celia said. “I’m telling you, Mara’s an immensely powerful psychic. I couldn't even teleport out of there, because her pressure waves were so strong."

Colbie looked down at her feet and said, "And it took everything I had just to withstand her psychic attacks, and even then, I was at her mercy. She's a monster."

"And," Celia said, "it seems that she can wield all that power through her emotions, since Nico's intervention calmed her down a bit. If Nico hadn't said anything that time, we'd be dead at worst or in a coma in the hospital right now, which leads us to Nico Cairns. She has ESP, specifically the telepathic kind that can travel across dreamscapes."

"That's why we heard her voice in our dream session," Kendra said. “Nico can communicate through other people's dreams."

"But there's one more thing, Colbie," Celia said.

"What is it?"

"The way Nico saved your life," Celia said, looking at Colbie through sympathetic eyes. “It’s called resurrection, and I’ve read about it in Christian literature. Do you know which gospel I’m talking about?“

"You mean John's Gospel?"

"Yep," Celia said. "Jesus resurrects Lazarus in that one, but I've never read of an account in which a ghost resurrects someone through dreams or even during sleep."

“Is that what Nico did?” Colbie said.

"Yeah," Kendra added. “She invoked a higher power to save you,” and she looked to the floor, “but she may have sacrificed her own spirit in the process. It was really sad seeing her go like that."

Colbie looked at her friends' expressions, and a pang of guilt thundered through her heart, so she said, "Wait, you don't mean that she experienced a—"

"Soul death?" Celia said. "Yeah, that's exactly what we mean."

The three girls remained silent for a time, lost in their own thoughts, with Colbie trying to comprehend it all. The death of the body was but a change of state from one dimension to another, but the death of the soul meant the loss of one's own inner self, from which there was no turning back, the ultimate penalty paid for to the fullest extent of annihilation.

Colbie took it hard after thinking about it. If Nico really did invoke God's name to destroy her soul in order to bring Colbie back from the dead, she didn't want any part of it. She didn't want that kind of sacrifice, no matter how well-intended, weighing on her like a cross.

Celia and Kendra paused to look at her.

"Colbie," Celia said, "you were given a second chance."

“A second chance to do what?” Colbie said. “What exactly did Nico tell you?”

“She wanted us to find Mara,” Celia said, “but we can’t do it without your help.”

“Did she really mean that?” Colbie said.

"Please, don't let it get you down,” Kendra said and sat closer to Colbie and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, then rubbed her back in soothing circles. "It wasn't just an act of sacrifice; it was an act of love."

"Love for Mara, not for me,” Colbie said.

"Don't say that," Celia said, getting up from her chair and sitting next to Colbie on the bed, wrapping her arms around the girl who was now beginning to cry. "Listen to me. You showed more courage in that dream than Kendra and I, combined. If there's anyone who can save Mara, it's you."

7

On their last night in their parents' house, the night when everything went sideways and their parents’ bickering kept escalating to the point where their mother got sick of it and called it quits and wanted a divorce after months of arguing with their father over the same old things and one new thing, their father said, “Get the fuck out!”

So their mother said, "Fine! Tell them!"

"I will, by God!” their father said, and there was a hard slam of a chair against the floor. “Then they'll know how much of a slut you are! Get out of here!“

Angry footsteps came stomping up the steps, and their mother was fuming under her breath, but it was loud enough for them to hear her as she ascended the staircase, saying, "I can't believe I married that bastard! Doesn't understand a fucking thing I'm going through right now—"

When Nico caught sight of their mother rounding the bend up the stairs, she closed the door she was peeking past and turned back to Mara, raising a finger to her lips.

"And he's using them to hide behind: fucking despicable!" her mother continued as her footsteps came closer and passed by their door on her way towards the master bedroom. A closet door slammed open, smacking against the closet’s door jamb and rattling their side of their bedroom as their mother was rummaging through the closet for clothes and stuffing them into a briefcase. They heard her crying and sniffling as their mother packed her things and struggled to shut the suitcase, so she said, “Oh, fuck all this! What am I doing?”

They then heard their mother’s footfalls approaching their door again before stopping at once. Now both girls tensed where they stood on their side of the door, holding their breath for the inevitable, listening to their mother's heavy breathing on the other side.

Their mother said, "Girls, may I come in?"

"Yeah," Nico said. "Sure, Mom."

The door swung open, revealing the wreckage that had become their mother, her face and posture saying it all. She had the remnant of tears on her face and in her eyes, now red with repeated wiping and repeated bouts of rage and hatred through endless fights. Her shoulders were bowed, as if she had to carry the burdens of a deteriorating marriage alone, through skirmish after skirmish with their father.

At the sight of her, both sisters came to their mother, wrapping their arms around her and crying into her clothes, saying over and over again that they didn't want her to go.

Their mother wrapped her arms around them, saying, "I don't have a choice, girls. I just can't stand being around your father anymore. I’m sorry, but I have to get out of here.”

Both girls looked at her, tears in their eyes, their cheeks wet with the salty film stinging their eyes. They looked up at her with expressions of disbelief and disappointment distorting their faces, expressions that undoubtedly tore at their mother's heart to see.

Nico said, "Do you hate him?"

"No, no,” she said. “Don't ever think that way."

"Then why are you leaving him?" Mara said. "Why are you leaving us behind?”

Their mother caved in, yet she tried to avoid their gazes, her face scrunched up in agony over their questions, as if she couldn't answer without breaking their faith in her, giving them another reason to cry and them another reason to be doing what they had been doing to cope.

She said, "It's all my fault. I . . . I failed you girls. I'm so sorry, but I just can't be around him anymore. I have to leave."

"Then take us with you," Nico said.

"I can't."

"Why?" Mara said.

Again her face scrunched up, and tears fell from her face and onto the ground. "I can't involve you girls in my problems, but please listen to me,” she said, looking from one to the other. “Whatever you're doing to deal with your problems, please, don't lose sight of who you both are! You're sisters, damn it! I want you two to grow up and have families of your own! I don't want you two to be alone like me!"

At those words, both girls renewed their tears, saying that they were sorry, so their mother hugged them close to her, saying that it was okay. It was always okay, even when it wasn't, because that's what mothers do to protect their children from getting hurt. So their mother put on a brave face, telling them not to worry about her, promising them she would seek joint custody with their father once he’s calmed down.

After a few more reassuring words and promises to see them soon, their mother went down the stairs, opened the door, and left the house with the door closing shut, and a chapter in their lives closed forever in its wake.

Silence fell on the house for several moments.

With tears still streaming down her cheeks, Nico closed their bedroom door and went over to her sobbing sister, trying to console her, telling her that everything would get better, but Nico wasn't her mother. She couldn't endure the way her mother could, alone without someone to keep her company, and even with Mara by her side, Nico doubted they would last long together without their father.

But Nico tried her best with what she knew, not with words alone but with her actions. Placing her hand on her sister's shoulder, Nico kissed Mara’s eyes, then her cheeks, and then her lips, while her other hand fondled her sister's breasts through her shirt, and she would have gone on—

When they heard their father climbing the stairs and stopping at their door but not knocking, then heard a shuffling of feet as if he were taking a seat and leaning his back against the wall on the other side.

They stopped what they were doing, and a silence lingered for several moments as they waited.

"I heard what your mother said about you two doing things,” their father said. "Not just anything, but . . ." Their father let out a long sigh, not finishing his statement, yet the resignation in his voice told them everything.

Both sisters walked towards the door, but neither dared to open it, but only listened from the other side.

Nico said, "Are you mad?"

“Yeah,” he said.

Nico grimaced, and when she looked at Mara, she noticed her sister keeping her eyes to the floor beside her, not saying anything at all.

“We’re really sorry, Dad,” Nico said.

“I know you are,“ he said, then paused for a few moments. “The fighting between your mother and I, was it really that bad? Was it really that bad that you two had to deal with it that way? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Neither sister dared to answer with the truth, that it really was that bad, that they needed some way to deal with the stress of a breaking family without making things worse for their parents, without destroying what was left.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," he said. "And I'm sure your mother's got her own reasons to be worried about you two, but for once she’s right. You’re sisters, so don’t you ever fucking forget that! You’re sisters, so that means you’re family! You’re the only family I’ve got left, so for God’s sake, don’t fuck it up!” Then there was a sniffling noise, and then he added, “Listen, you’ll both become adults soon, and when that happens, you’ll both have to make some tough decisions for yourselves. Whatever those decisions are, I'll always love you, and I’ll always be there for you, no matter what. Nothing's ever gonna change that. I promise.”

His words calmed their fears, and Nico opened the door, and both girls stepped out and looked down at their father sitting cross-legged against the wall, his forearms resting on his knees, looking up at their faces.

He motioned them to get closer, and the sisters dropped to their knees and wrapped their arms around his shoulders, crying into his shirt, saying that they missed their mother, that they wanted her back home, that they wanted to be a real family again.

Their father wrapped his arms around them, rubbing their backs in soothing circles and shedding tears of his own, saying that he missed their mother, too, and that he would try his best to be a better father to them than he had been a husband to their mother.

And for that last time in their lives, at least with their father still present in their lives, Mara and Nico felt like they had a real family again.

8

While Colbie and Kendra were watching on Celia's bed, Celia pricked the center of her palm with a needle and drew a bead of blood there. She then kneeled down in the center of her room and placed her fingertips spread out on the wooden floor, letting a line of blood run down her fingers and drip, then lowered her palm to the floor. Now putting all her concentration and will into her spell and into her hand, she said, "Blood on blood, blood to blood, Life is in the blood. Help me find the living blood, help me find the blood of the dead. Help me find Mara Cairns, help me find Nico Cairns."

When a glowing circle of blood roses and black roses appeared on the floor of the room, she raised her hand up to her index finger, pinning the seal in place. She then shifted her concentration to her other hand, placing it flat near the middle of the seal, and in one swift motion she flung her hand wide with all her strength.

And the circular seal expanded and spanned a radius of nearly fifty miles, large enough to cover most of the city of Larkington in its scope.

Celia now broke into a sweat, as she took a short breather to recover her strength—

Which wasn't lost on her two companions, looking on in awe and watching her perform one of her most difficult spells, a signature spell from her legendary grandmother, the Blood Rose Witch.

Kendra was about to say, 'Don't push yourself,' but Colbie stopped her just in time, grabbing her arm and shaking her head. Celia needed all the concentration she could get, and disturbing her now would waste her efforts, and Kendra nodded and watched on with Colbie in silence.

Celia continued her spell, shifting her concentration back to her other hand and into her index finger pinning the spell to the floor. Her spell had its intended effect over the city of Larkington, now shrinking in size over an abandoned district that had been walled off from the rest of the city for decades, just a block away from the Shad-Row Academy campus.

She said, "I found them."

"Where are they?" Colibe said.

"They're both in the Rancaster area."

"Are you serious?" Kendra said, getting up from the bed. "That place is—"

But again Colbie grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed, then whispered, "She needs to concentrate, so pipe down!"

Kendra said, "I know, but—"

"She's not done yet, so pipe down!" Colbie hissed.

Kendra pouted at her words and folded her arms, but she and Colbie kept watching Celia perform her spell.

Meanwhile, Celia continued her spell, placing a second finger (her middle finger) right next to her index finger, then splitting both fingers apart on the ground, focusing all of her concentration in the act and squinting her eyes as if in pain. And over the district of Rancastor, the seal split into two seals, one of blood roses and the other of black roses, both steadily shrinking and zeroing in on the locations of Mara and Nico within the walls of the decommissioned district.

When the blood-rose seal located Mara, and the black-rose seal located Nico's body, Celia struggled to keep her concentration as she said, "Mara is in the center of the district next to an old drug store, and Nico is in the eastern part of the district next to a dumpster."

She released her hand from the floor, wincing and grimacing in pain as she dissipated the spell over the Rancaster district. She squeezed her hand tight to shake off the pain, dripping a few splatters of blood onto the floor.

Both girls got off the bed and dropped to their knees beside Celia when they saw her hand shaking and bleeding out more blood.

"Celia, does it hurt?" Colbie said. "Does it hurt really bad?"

"Yeah."

"You want me to take you to the nurse’s office?" Kendra said.

"No,” Celia said. “Just get some medical supplies."

Ever the trooper, Kendra went ahead and unlocked the door to get to her dorm for supplies, then came back with them and said, "Here," and she opened the bottle of iodine and poured it over Celia's hand, making her wince and grit her teeth as it washed out the blood.

Colbie then opened the bottle of water and poured it over Celia’s hand, soothing the pain a bit and saying, "Is that better?"

"Yeah," Celia said.

Colbie then patted her hand with a dry towel, making sure not to draw anymore blood, and then Kendra took the bandage and wrapped it gently around Celia's hand before taping it down with a few strips of medical tape.

"How could you do that?" Kendra said.

“A crapton of practice,” Celia said, “but don’t tell my sisters about it, okay?”

Kendra nodded, then said, "Your grandma must've been a really powerful witch!"

"I know," Celia said, inspecting her bandaged hand as she opened and closed her fingers. "They didn't call her the Blood Rose Witch for nothing."

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