“Human traditions never cease to amaze me…” Rhanar mumbled as he put the heavy steel helmet on his head; “…dedicating a whole day for the sole purpose of scaring people out of their minds is not really something I would mind at all…”
“You kinda do that already, bro; the only difference it that I’ll be getting plenty of sweet candy for this!” Shica commented next to him, adjusting her own, Darkstalkers-inspired outfit, the blood-red colour of the outfit’s thighs seeming rather unusual for the white-haired shin’saras girl.
“Still, do tell me again why you choose that suit, Shica” Rhanar said, not really seeing the meaning of using the colour of blood-red in dressing up as a user of malevolent, evil energies powerful enough to rip apart bones; such power could surely only be expressed and associated with the colour of dark purple.
“Well, it’s kinda because of the design” Shica confessed, hoping to impress her girlfriend Jiraz with her choice of costume; the tight suit were made of a variant of blood-red and black leather, a material that the two of them found rather practical for several uses, and easy to remove as it was.
“Hmm, as far as I remember, that Morrigan lady you cosplay as do have wings on her head and back as well” Rhanar noted as he remembered hearing Jiraz and Shica about that exact character not too long ago.
“And I know that that Arthas, or Lich King dude you choose are one of those bad guy types, so you’re not exactly fitting in, neither” Shica gave again.
“Neither is Morrigan, as far as I know; I have read that she simply wants to become part of her lost personality, in the form of another succubus, Lilith, again” Rhanar said, glad that Jiki and Kiro had introduced him and his Sharas’Car Order to the wondrous source of information known as Wikipedia.
“OK, OK, fine; let’s hurry up instead of standing here and babbling; Jiraz’s waiting down in the hall!” Shica said irritated.
“Very well, run ahead; I will be right there” Rhanar said, gesturing Shica to hurry downstairs while he got his suit of armour together and put on.
“This armour design may look intimidating...” Rhanar mumbled as he finally fastened the last strop of leather around his elbow, putting the left shoulder plate in place; “...but it sure is bloody well difficult to get in...!”
“Yo, Shica! Hot suit you’ve got there!” Jiraz greeted her girlfriend with a pleasant wink; smiling, Shica noticed Jiraz’s own outfit: As World of Warcraft-inspired as it could be, she had chosen the armoured leather suits worn by Night Elven Sentinels, with the sole exception of...
“You couldn’t resist, could you?” Shica teased as she saw looked at the suit; instead of the padded leather armour it originally consisted of, Jiraz had instead chosen dark-red and black latex for the former leather parts, and used steel for the former silver parts, which barely consisted of a quarter of the armour as a whole.
“Jiraz, armour is supposed to protect, not highlight you as an object of interest to any wish-to-be fangirl” Rhanar sighed and shoke his head, the heavy steel helmet not allowing him much sight.
“Yeah, I know, but heck, if they get too close I’ll deal with them...” Jiraz chuckled; as Shica started laughing with her girlfriend, Rhanar could not help but shake his head in, giving up the hope of a conversation with Jiraz not involving her and Shica's love life.
“I should never have told of MagicalFlute’s homepage on Youtube, should I?” he asked.
“Well, she gave us some good ideas, and she sounds hot” Shica nodded, Jiraz giggling behind her.
“Well, aside from mentally running one’s mind over with suggestive ideas as for female lovemaking, she has a sound sense of humour” Rhanar nodded, heading for the middle of the hall.
“Do you have your crystals?” he asked, Shica and Jiraz each reaching inside their outfits and finding their Mystic crystals.
“Hmmmm...” Rhanar mumbled as the crystals soared towards his outstretched hand; “how many places have you just visited, you two? Their energy is rather low...”
“Uhmm, Nightwind Manor...?” Jiraz suggested, Shica hugging her from behind as a reply.
“Hmm, very well; it ‘is’ our destination, after all” Rhanar said, placing the two crystals carefully on the floor, holding his hand outstretched over them; as they began to glow, a circular portal of blue light emerged, a weak silhouette showing what strongly resembled Nightwind Manor.
“I do not hope I will scare them too much; it will be the first time they see me apart from those TVs of theirs” Rhanar sighed; behind him, Shica and Jiraz giggled at the thought that Rhanar barely understood anything over the 20th century’s electricity and technology.
“I will return for you in two days’ time, so you will have plenty of time on your own, but no smart tricks, Jiraz...!” Rhanar warned, clearly remembering Jiraz’s ‘activities’ at the last Halloween.
“Hey! Shica loves candy, so don’t blame me that I gave her a chocolate bath” Jiraz said in a clearly fake, insulted tone, Shica giggling hysterically at the memory of Jiraz’s pleasant and heated attempt to lick all the chocolate off her body, ending up in the bath, herself...
“Look, should we get moving? I have some orders to give, and some errands to run, so I really do not have all the time of the world...!” Rhanar mumbled, Shica and Jiraz both sending him a last wave of goodbyes before storming headlong into the portal.
“Those two are about as difficult to understand as Lord Facra’s Theory of Multiple Universal Affections...” Rhanar sighed, closing the portal with a wave of his hand; after all the mental duelling, he really felt like reading a good and creatively written book...
“C’mon, girls, get going; the guests will be here within minutes!” Allisia went from door to door, knocking on them in order to ensure that the other girls were dressing up in their Halloween costumes.
“You really look forward to see what they’re wearing, huh?” Narrisha teased behind her, Allisia simply smiling to herself; she had to confess that she was hoping that the girls had been rather creative and appealing in their choice of costumes.
“I still don’t get how you can stand walking around in that suit” Narrisha pointed out; Allisia’s Halloween ‘costume’ consisted of a suit of steel armour she had forged and fashioned herself:
The shoulder plates had the form of bat wings, with the skull of a rat above it with a spike through the head; the gauntlets were shaped to look like bones, and some rather vicious-looking spikes reaching out from a skull mouth opening on the gauntlets’ fronts.
The boots were a perfect, longer copy of the gauntlets, with spikes protruding from the open skulls’ mouths at the knees, while the chest plate itself had the form of a human ribcage underneath a menacingly-looking skull with fangs; underneath hang a skirt of sharpened scalemail scales.
“Well, it merely took me a week’s time” Allisia allowed herself a little boast, feeling comfortable at the clinging sound of her armoured boots against the manor’s stone floors.
“HE-E-E-E-E-E-ELP! FOR GODS’ SAKE HELP ME! SISTER! MINYOKI! MINYOKI-I-I!” a terrified scream suddenly sounded through the whole manor, followed by, what Narrisha could see, was pink flash of lightning bolting out from Minyoki’s room not two meters from her; running beside Allisia, Narrisha followed, wondering what would make Chinyi, which there were no doubt it was, scream like that.
As they sped through the manor, they could clearly hear Minyoki’s increasing pants as she ran like a possessed.
As they reached Chinyi’s room, Minyoki were about to kick in the door, but Allisia got to it before her; with her sword halfway unsheathed, Allisia went inside, only to see Chinyi cling to her underwear as if for dear life; in front of her, her television were flickering in black and white, a white silhouette of what appeared to be a woman appearing from time the time; from the TV, all the girls felt was strong force and concentration of Dark Magic, but somehow it felt more like the one of sadness or grief over evil.
“He...I never...love...I’ll never love...again...love is FAKE!” the silhouette now yelled, an invisible force knocking Allisia, who stood closest, off her feet; as the creature kept yelling, Chinyi took the chance, and found her way to her sister, clinging to her leg in terror, Minyoki doing her best to comfort her.
Sadly, that was a mistake; as the ghost-like creature in the TV saw her care for her sister, it seized its yelling, and instead sobbed and cried heartrendingly, the echo of its voice making the girls’ spinal cords feel cold as ice.
“Such...no, love is fake! I’ll never...no-one will ever help me! I’m alone! NO-ONE WILL EVER LOVE ME!” the creature yelled a final time before it vanished in the form of white smoke from the screen; as the girls stood as if paralysed, the TV went out, exploding from within...
“Before the mysterious Lady Nightwind’s rule, the manor, now formerly known as Bloodmoon Manor, was owned by a couple; the young nobleman Carrac and his soon-to-be wife, suffering from her father’s promise of her fidelity to Carrac, lived in the manor by themselves, as her future husband was a powerful enough Mystic mage to form golems from the manor's walls to act as servants for every needed task.
However, as he was rather a cynical man, the night before the weeding, he made a forcible attempt at stealing his wife's virtue against her will; as she was screaming and trying to flee, she slipped through the window she had pressed up against, falling to her death as her neck broke, much to the cold-hearted Carrac’s amusement; he had no need of a wife who was against his will.
Since then, the former husband were arrested by the present Silvarciraian soldiers, taken to the royal capital of Sarrania and imprisoned for life; however, the old stories tells that the girl still haunts the manor, wailing and crying over her tragic death and claim that she will never know true love, and in despair over her unholy existence, only wishing to return to her former, peaceful, mortal life before her abusive tormentor invaded it and claimed it as his.
As for her body, it is said Illiran rose up from the ground and carried the corpse through the walls of the manor and placed it in an ornate silver coffin in the catacombs; to this day, it is said that the residents of the manor can sometimes hear her cry in the lonely night hours...always crying like a small child, robbed of her life by a false promise of love...”
No-one spoke after Mirinda, the scholar of Nightwind Manor, finished the story she had read from the book in her hands; the girls of Nightwind Manor had also had fun joking about some of them claiming to hear voices, but to know the manor was really haunted...
The library they sat in felt as the perfect target for vengeful spirit like the little girl to visit, so the Night Guard constantly kept their eyes open, ready to provide whatever form of resistance they could against the ghost, although steel rapiers and spears were doubtful to harm anyone who was already dead.
The darkness of a clouded night outside the manor suppressed the dark mood even further, and the girls began to get a feeling that this could be their last Halloween together.
To everyone’s shock, a noise from down below were heard, reminding everyone of their guests’ arrival.
“Hey! Maybe Shica can help, now I think of it!” Chinyi now suddenly suggested; as she still sat by her sister, holding her hands, she had a feeling that a shin’saras girl, who claimed herself to be a mistress of necromancy, might be an idea against the ghost.
“We can’t risk leaving or one of us will end up being possessed by that transparent, little witch; we’d better...” Faris began; however, a voice now rung over the manor, however this time it was a familiar one.
“Hang tight to your panties in there, girls! I’m gonna see if I can make my way up to you!” the now obviously Shica’s voice were heard from what sounded like a few floors below them, the ill-boding silence now returning with the force of a jackhammer.
“Open up, already! It’s me, Shica!” a voice were heard outside the library door a few minutes later; on a signal from Faris, the door was opened by a Night Guard, as the shin'saras girl went in, sending her a thankful nod.
“Right, who called in the Reanimatrix?” Shica joked as she entered; as the girls giggled slightly at her joke, she felt as welcome as ever in Nightwind Manor.
“Well, we've got the ghost of a little girl running around and blowing up TVs; she’s been betrayed by an abusive husband in her mortal life, and she fell to her death in an attempt to get away” Allisia told, remembering the text from Mirinda’s book; as Shica caught eye on her, she held her fist to the right side of her chest in a gesture of overdramatic respect.
“Ah, so it’s the whole ‘haunted by the sins of the past’ kinda concept; there’s only one solution to this...” Shica concluded, looking at Narrisha; “...we must bring her back to our world.”
“You can’t just give her electroshock and hope she’ll wake up, Shica! She’s bloody well dead and I don’t know how many years old her corpse’s gonna be!” Faris snapped, irritated at Shica’s lack of understanding when it came to the dead.
“Oh, gimme a break; we’ve already made ready for her return to life, Jiraz and I; all we need now, is to find her body and get me started on the reanimation” Shica said, a small hint of pride clearly lurking in her undertone.
“Shica, what if she’ll be coming around in a moment and try and hurt us? We can’t fight what’s already dead” Narrisha asked sceptically.
“Well, a ghost can interact with-non-living objects in the living world, but only those kinda really, and I mean, really old ones can hurt living beings, and as far as I understand, the ghost we are dealing with is that of a little girl, so I’d say we’re not to worry all too much” Shica stated.
“And what makes you say that?” Chinyi asked.
“Hmmm, maybe this’ll get us some answers; lemme see...ah, there we go; ‘Ghosts and Spectres’” Shica said, taking a black leather book up from her small backpack; a strange symbol on its front gave away that it could only be an object of Dark Magic.
“I’ll read it” Narrisha gestured to have the book handed over, Shica walking up to her and handing her the book; as Narrisha flipped through the pages, she finally found the chapter on ghosts.
“It’s kinda funny, right?” Siriki suddenly said with a hint of a giggle.
“What is?” Chinyi asked.
“It’s like when around a campfire and all the kids gather around for a story” Siriki said, Chinyi replying with a thankful grin; at least the girls’ humour was still intact despite the situation.
To stand in a haunted manor, late at night with the rain falling loudly on the roof and distant thunder and glimpses of lightning from the black windows, one would very much feel like an old nightmare.
However, in Jiraz’s case, she simply yawned the unknown horror right in its face by standing in the middle of the main hall she was guarding, playing around with her breasts while fantasizing about Shica.
Still, as she heard the creaking of a door opening somewhere on the upper floors, she could only figure that Shica was leading the girls down to safety; however, they still had to deal with the ghost...
“Do ye think it’ll be that difficult? I mean, c’mon; you’re a necro, so how bad can it be?” Jiraz asked Shica, as she had run in front of the girls, almost skated down the staircase and headed for her girlfriend; smiling, Shica put her hand on Jiraz’s shoulder, replying; “well, there’s no real need for all that incantation crap; with me, it’s pure Dark Magic, no fancy mumblings, just simply dragging her soul back into her body…uhmm, once we’ve found it…” she added with a slightly uncertain giggle.
“Well, if you’re dead, you’re kinda bound to be in a crypt or something” Jiraz implied, watching as the girls made their way down the stairs.
“The book here says she’s entombed somewhere down in the dungeons, Jiraz” Narrisha said, holding Shica’s book up.
“The question is rather where it is; we can’t hope to search the whole dungeon before she returns” Allisia stated, knowing fully well how large the underground were under Nightwind Manor.
“We’ll just have to search for any kinda suspicious marks, or signs or something” Chinyi said, everyone’s eyes now turning to her.
“Actually, that’s a good idea; weird as it gets, undeath is often related to silver, obsidian or amethyst gems” Shica nodded; “maybe there will be some sort of markings at her tomb.”
“Wow, you’re a kinda the lecture when it comes to the dark and nasty, pointy-ear” Faris commented sarcastically, Shica sending her a wink in reply.
“OK; this is seriously freaking…fucking…creepy…!” Minyoki commented as the group headed downstairs for the dungeons, the increasing darkness only lit by a few flashlights.
“Gods, this won’t do; better get things brightened up” Jiraz sighed, opening her mouth and holding up her left hand; using her magic, her mouth and hand were engulfed in bright flames, causing the nearby girls to back slightly away.
“Sorry, girls” Jiraz apologised with a smile, Shica giggling slightly and stroke Jiraz’s hand, the flames not hurting her at all.
“How can-…?” Mirinda asked, Jiraz already explaining; “it’s Chaotic; I can bend over the laws of physics just as I please, including making fire non-lethal” Jiraz said, the flames now also lightning up in her eyes and engulfing her hair.
“OK, that’s some extreme hairstyle you’ve got going there!” Christy commented, never imagining living flames to be a possible hairstyle fashion.
“Look alive, girls; I think we’ve found it” Allisia said, pointing towards a large, open space through a broad crack in the stone wall; as she tried and punch against the wall, it did not bunch an inch or make another, small crack.
“Shica, will you do the honour…?” Jiraz joked, making a melodramatic bow towards her girlfriend, Shica nodding and rustling Jiraz’s fiery hair as she walked up to the wall; as the closest girls were the ones to see what happened, they backed away as Shica’s normally green eyes glowed dark purple, small sparks of same-coloured energy twirling around her fingers.
“Knock, knock! It’s time to open up!” Shica smiled, firing the concentrated energy against the wall, the explosion almost at the level of a small firecracker, but with the blasting force of a bomb.
“Now, who goes first?” Shica asked.
As the girls started arguing on who was to enter the tomb first, a sudden feeling of cold grabbed them; as Hiroi turned around, she saw a faint and transparent silhouette of a girl around her own age:
The Ghost of Nightwind Manor, herself!
Hiroi simply froze; the ghostly form the small girl in front of her looked at her, her eyes empty apart from a very weak, blue glow; only when Hiroi tried and walk away, she realized something:
The girl in front of her, the dreaded and haunting ghost of the manor, cried like a small child, passing by Hiroi and towards her tomb; to her horror, Hiroi saw that what should have been tears the girl cried, was pure, red blood...!
As the ghost slipped towards its tomb, she cast a final look on the arguing girls, who had yet to notice her; sighing and shedding another tear of blood, she phased through the wall, entering the tomb, sitting by her coffin in a kneeling prayer.
“Holy shi-...!” Ukuni were about to yell out, as she had now seen the ghost sitting by its coffin; however, Christy was quick enough to slap her hand over Ukuni’s mouth, blocking her yelling.
“So, shall we?” Shica asked Jiraz, her girlfriend and herself not sharing the other girls’ fear of the young ghost; however, as they entered the tomb, they found it to be bared of furniture, all apart a beautiful silver coffin sitting in a small niche in the opposite wall, where the ghost knelt; the room was only lit up by a chandelier hanging from its high ceiling, and the lights in it were not fire, but Dark Magic energies.
“Who...who enters my tomb? Who mocks my sadness and taunt me with their very presence?!” the ghost now suddenly began shrieking and crying; as she stood up and turned around, she began sobbing heavily, the blood from her tears forming a small puddle on the floors as it fell through her.
“I’M WRETCHED! I’M WRETCHED! I’ll never know the peace of death! My life...I want it back...so dearly...my, my...my life...!” she now sobbed even heavier; to the group’s complete surprise, Narrisha walked in, a look of stubbornness and pity on her face.
Stopping by the crying ghost, Narrisha stretched out a hand in her direction; stopping its sobbing, the ghost looked in confusion at Narrisha.
“W-What is the meaning of this? You...you dare come near me? Why?!” the ghost now sobbed again, Narrisha stretching her hand further towards her.
“It’s OK, cry all you need to” Narrisha comforted the ghost, slowly approaching the vampire girl.
“You...you are a vampire, yet you show care? I...I don’t understand...” the ghost asked, bewildered that anyone would care for her rather than flee from her in terror.
“It’s OK; we’ll talk it over once you’re back” Narrisha smiled at the ghost, touching the ghost’s cheek in a gesture of wiping away the blood drops from her cheeks.
“Back? Where? I...I cannot return to life! I do not master Dark Magic! I...!” the ghost girl stopped herself as she caught sight of Jiraz and Shica silently flirting with each other to pass the time.
“M-more of you?? Vampires, shin’sari and demons?! Am I to be sent to Hell?!” the girl now panicked, Narrisha quickly explaining.
“No, no, silly cutie; we’re planning on returning you to life; you’re gonna be reanimated” Narrisha said, the ghost now slightly more comfortable.
“But who’d possess such power as Dark Magic? And why would they care about my fate??” she asked, her rather depressive attitude not surprising Narrisha at all.
The ghost girl slowly began to understand: These girls, which she had all too often heard making love with each other into the latest night hours, wished to resurrect her and return her to life, all with the simple reason that this Narrisha stated; ‘I hate when cute girls cries’.
“So...” Jiraz now suddenly asked, as if remembering something; “what’s your name, missy?”
“...Charlene...my name was Charlene in my former life...” Charlene now said, rising up from the floor, looking at the little, white-haired shin’saras girl who were supposed to be the reanimatrix who were to bring her back to life?
Luckily for Shica, she had put a simple black leather trench coat over her to hide her outfit, not really knowing if the ghost girl would take her help serious if the half of her breasts were bared from her costume.
“Jiraz, I kinda get the feeling that you’re gonna...” Shica now smiled to herself, turning around, seeing Jiraz stand with a teasing smile on her lips as she swung a small iPod Nano in its cord around her one claw.
“You wanna resurrect this cutie, then you better also have the proper music and theme running to fit it!” Jiraz smirked, going through the menus on the iPod, finally finding the song ‘Move your Dead Bones’.
“Yo, girlies; the resurrection’s about to start; if you wanna watch, then get those little asses in here!” Jiraz now partly yelled to the girls outside, a few of them slowly emerging from the open hole Shica’s spell had left before.
“You...I’ve seen you all...” Charlene looked around at the girls, the happiness and wild hope of her actually being able to return to life making her state a joke she knew was for the girls’ tastes; “with all respect, it is nice to see you all; what I have ever watched of you were bed sheets, frolicking and moans.”
At that, most of the girls could not suppress their giggles; however, Chinyi, Siriki and Innoki began blushing, their status as the most favoured ‘prey’ something they had a feeling that Charlene also knew of.
“I have a question for you, if you would not mind answering it?” Charlene now asked, this time sounding rather more serious; "I have seen what you do at night, how you defy the natural order and live side by side as lovers and friends, and yet still you enjoy it all for what it is; why?”
“Well, that’s kinda a hard nut to crack, but I think I can tell ya why we’re all lezzies in this manor, ma’am” Hiroi now said, her usual street-smartness not convincing Charlene, but Hiroi continued; “it’s as simple as gets, really; we just don’t like guys at all, and since we’ve been living here so long as we have...well, those pheromones start running wild at a time, and as luck would have it, we’ve grown to like each other quite a lot.”
“So although it may seem strange to Your eyes, milady, we are what we have chosen to be” Allisia now entered behind Hiroi, her armour and appearance as that of a elegant warrior seeming to interest Charlene.
“And you must be Allisia, the Lady Knight” she nodded in a polite greeting towards Allisia, who curtsied as best as her armour would allow it.
“Now Charlene, this process is going to take a few minutes, so you’re gonna do your best to hold on and not just phase away” Shica now stated, heading for the ghost girl’s coffin; “may I open it?”
“Oh, surely, though I know not what decayed state my body will be in...” Charlene nodded, hoping that the little shin’saras girl could work some form of miracle to heal her body.
Slowly lifting the richly decorated lid of the coffin, Shica hand the lid to Jiraz, who slowly put it down; inside were to body of Charlene, looking completely fresh and well-preserved despite the years it had been lying in the coffin.
“Now, this is right out weird; how can it be preserved so well??” Minyoki said, slowly approaching the coffin followed by Christy and some of the other girls; the remaining ones were far too busy to admire Charlene, their fear of her as diabolic spirit of bloodlust and revenge long gone; instead, a feeling of pity and sadness for her was felt by them all.
“I haven’t got a clue why it’s still fresh; there’s no makeup which would cover all that” Christy commented, her knowledge of perfumes, makeup and other alluring and preserving articles not surprising Minyoki.
“There we go; up and away, pretty” Jiraz said as she slowly took Charlene’s body up from the coffin, her neck cracking slightly ill-boding, making the ghost girl look with a mix of disgust and sadness at her dangling corpse.
“Now let’s see here...any of you girls trained nurses...besides from in bed, that is?” Shica now asked and joked over her shoulder, two girls making their way towards her and knelt down.
“Now, I’m going to need to know which bones in her neck are broken so I can fix it up” Shica told them, the nurses beginning to examine Charlene’s neck.
“There, right here; a real nasty hit right under the left ear” one of them said, carefully pressing a little on the spot she had pointed out; seeing it clearly, Shica gestured Jiraz to step up besides her.
“I’m gonna use some quite strong spells, so look after the ladies, OK?” she asked, beginning to concentrate, focusing on the dead body on the floor.
“Surely will” Jiraz saluted in tease, turning around to face the girls; “Shica’s pretty tough with all her Dark Magic stuff, so better stay back.”
“Wait!” Charlene suddenly asked, floating over towards her body; “if I will return to life...how will it happen? Will I see a light, or...?” she left the question hovering.
“Nah, you’ll just feel like you’ve been pulled into a puddle of ice water, and then your mind should set in and begin to work alongside your brain and nerve systems again” Shica assured her, having reanimated many other people before Charlene.
After a few minutes’ intense concentration, Shica felt her magical powers slightly weaken, and yet she needed to fix a small more broken bone fragments in Charlene’s neck; focusing even more, she felt herself, as if by invisible hands, put the fragments together and inserted them back into the inner bones of Charlene’s neck; although it seemed like a simple puzzle, it was more difficult than it sounded, seeing that she only saw the inside of Charlene using her Dark Magic.
Finally, just as she was about to give it up and have a quick break, she felt the last of the tiny shards and bones fit together perfectly; smiling she placed the broken bones back into their original place in Charlene’s neck, delighted that she could now move on to the easier part.
Turning her head slightly around, she saw Jiraz dancing about to the tunes of ‘Move your Dead Bones’, the other girls laughing and cheering for her and Jiraz; Charlene herself had merely sat down and readied herself for whatever was to come...
And as it was, she felt as if a vacuum cleaner was beginning to suck and draw her ghost closer to her body; as she braced herself for her return to life; as her incorporeal, ghostly form made contact with her body, a sudden, dark-purple light sparkled up, Charlene finding herself cold as ice, but she...
“I...I am...!” she weakly spoke, finally able to hear her own voice again, her body slowly recovering for its long state of lifelessness.
“I...I’m, I’m alive! I, I live once again! My clothes, my skin, it’s...!” she now felt as her senses returned, Shica standing above her besides Jiraz, both of them grinning at her.
“Welcome back to life, miss Charlene; now for the CPR” Narrisha now walked over to the waking Charlene, placing a precise, deep and tongue-licking kiss on her lips, Charlene stirring in shock as Narrisha pulled back at the first sign of Charlene’s moaning.
“Wha-what was that all about...??” Charlene asked, feeling herself blush heavily; truth to be spoken, her long, nightly haunting had allowed her to observe the Nightwind girls’ passionate yet playful lovemaking.
“You needed mouth-to-mouth, and I gave you it, silly” Narrisha smiled teasingly at Charlene, winking at her.
“But I was not even having breathing problems” Charlene answered back, although she had to admit that the vampire girl’s kiss had done more than to simply shock her.
“Oh yes, you were! And you’d better have another!” Narrisha teased, leaning down for another kiss, Charlene not making it to avoid it, her arms now flapping up and down, her moaning turning slowly lower and more pleasant.
“I know you might not be a lezzie like us, so maybe I ought to...well...” Narrisha now remembered Charlene to be unwillingly engaged to some mysterious nobleman back when she was alive; however, as she was thinking, she felt two, silk-covered gloves reach out for her, surprising to find Charlene returning the kiss, although her inexperience was rather obvious.
“Uhmmmm...” Narrisha now said, having been released from Charlene’s grip; “say, we’re throwing a Halloween party here tonight; wanna come join us?”
“Oh, why surely; it’s not as if I have anything else to do” Charlene smiled, rising up, her new feeling of walking making it rather difficult for her to move.
“Well, she’ll need to have her body temperature raised; lying in a coffin for six years isn’t really a Hawaiian holiday” Siriki mentioned, the other girls’ eyes now suggestively fixed on Charlene.
“You...you want to make love to me...?” Charlene asked, really touched that these girls would not only return her to life, but also open their hearts for her.
“Yep, we’re not just heartless sluts who thinks with our pussies dripping off at the thought of Dixie Clemets” Mirinda now partly joked, partly shocked Charlene for hearing a shin’idun speak in such a dirty language.
“Miss Shica...” Charlene now remembered, walking over to Jiraz and Shica, who had fun continuing dancing; as Shica stopped the music, Charlene knelt down in her eye-height, kissing Shica on both cheeks.
“Thank you; I shall not forget your kindness” Charlene smiled at Shica, turning around and following the rest of the Nightwind girls upstairs for the party.
“Well, I’m not much for threesomes right now, anyway” Jiraz commented, winking at Shica; “wanna go get a bite before we hit the bed sheets?”
“Sure, as long as I’m gonna be the dominative” Shica teased, her and Jiraz making their way upstairs.
“Busted, Jiraz; I can feel your tail down there...” Shica chuckled at Jiraz, her tail resting around the inner of Shica’s left thigh.
“Hihihihih; OK, you got me, but I wanna soil that costume of yours first; you’ve even gotten the boobies to fit in it, silly” Jiraz teased, rustling Shica’s hair.
“Ow! Heheheh; oh, I’m gonna get you back tenfold for that...!” Shica smiled, kissing Jiraz as they continued upstairs, silently sneaking her hand out and reach out and grope the succubus’ butt...
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