Page 113 of Poison's Kiss
Her webs form at her hands, ready to strike and subdue the evil bitch with supernatural help, but they turn to ashes instead of finding their target. This is one seriously strong spirit.
The spidress spews some unintelligible rant in her widow language, and then she's gurgling on blood suddenly as it pools in her mouth. Before our eyes, her throat is ripped free by the invisible hand of the lit force.
I gasp and shut my eyes, unable to see the morbid sight before me. I struggle for my inner strength to emerge, but then I feel the power in the room growing stronger as the thunder and lightning ring out and crash outside. The air in the room swirls, bringing with it a dizzying effect.
I open my eyes to see the glowing force of the spirit surrounding the room with its more dominant presence.
"Alyssa, we have to find out what she wants and let her have it without provoking her once she takes over. Whatever her price, it'll be worth it to keep you alive, so just let her go," Kane whispers through strain.
As the spirit turns into a shape, I get sick at my stomach. Blond hair and a faint tattoo on the side of her neck show. She was a light user, a protected light user. Only the protected bear the symbol of our council.
She's breathtakingly beautiful even in her transparent form as she walks over to her worshiper. Jen stands to her feet, admiration oozing from her eyes as she gapes at the girl who couldn't have been older than eighteen when she died.
"That's all three," Jen releases with a breathless air.
"You did well. Now I'll give you what you desire," the eerie, chimed voice of the spirit murmurs.
Jen gives a grin full of malice as her eyes spark with sadistic excitement. "All of them. I want them all dead."
The spirit smiles, nodding as she affectionately strokes the cheek of her loyal follower.
"I know, but it's not what you desire most."
And there's the trick Kane warned her about.
"Yes it is!" Jen spurts, shaking slightly when Kane's planted seed of doubt starts to sprout.
"No," the spirit says softly, "it isn't. You desire to be with your family more than anything, and that you shall do."
With that, Jen's neck snaps, and I let a shrill squeak out as her lifeless body collapses to the floor. Kane's grip on my hand tightens, and I look over to see the spirit's lights returning and scattering before plunging into the mouth of the dead body.
Jen's body now hosts the evil spirit, and it gasps for air inside its new host as the bones in the neck pop back into place, making me queasy.
"Finally," she gushes, feeling her corporeal self. Then her eyes cut toward us. "Now for the two of you."
"Who are you? What do you want?" I ask, finally able to feel some relief from the pressure as my adrenaline pumps and fuels my strength.
Her eyes glisten, a secretive menace lurking within, and then she murmurs, "Sylvia Asine." I gasp at the revelation, and Kane swallows noticeably hard. "And all I want right now is you."
