The tunnel opened up into a large chamber. The ceiling stretched so high that it was hidden in the shadows. Julie couldn't believe something so giant could be hidden under Spirit Lake. Obviously the town held plenty of secrets, this cave system being one of them.
Julie stopped at the mouth of the tunnel, letting there guide get a few steps ahead of them. He walked quickly down a long runway that lead to a small, circuler stage made of stone. In the center of that stage was a throne. Moira's throne. They had officially entered her kingdom.
"Keep moving." The man's voice was little more than a grunt. A few days ago he had been a civil, kind man. Now he was nothing more than a huffing, puffing, grunting monster who took orders from his blood craving queen.
Julie took Roxanne's hand and they made their way down the runway, Paul and Roy a few steps ahead of them. Although the ground to the side of the runway was dark, Julie could hear the voices, the moans of people. She could feel their eyes watching them.
"Welcome guests!" Moira stood in front of her throne, William at her side, his head down, looking at the floor, his hands behind his back. "I'm sorry for the unpleasent nature of this visit, but it couldn't be avoided."
Julie was pretty sure this was the first time she had seen Moira in clothes.
The second the thought past her mind Moira dropped her robe, exposing her naked flesh once more.
"This looks like something out of a bad Italian horror film." Roxanne's voice was a welcome reminder that Julie wasn't alone.
"Lets keep thinking that. This is only a bad horror film. Maybe it'll come true." Julie regretted the snarky comment the second it left her lips.
"William, greet our guests." Moira looked at William, her hand gently resting on his shoulder.
William raised his head, and suddenly Julie felt ill.
He was smiling. The son of a bitch was smiling.
The man stopped, halting the entire group. They were only five feet from the stone stage.
"William and I had a little talk, and as you know I can be very persuasive." Moira stepped back. "Aren't I William."
He just nodded.
"Welcome to the family." She kissed her fingers and gently pressed them to William's cheek.
The whole scene playing out in front of Julie made her sick. What had that sick bitch done to William? What had she done to win him over? The first idea that came to her mind was to twisted to even entertain, and yet, after everything, it wasn't that far of a stretch.
Suddenly William revealed his right hand. In it was clutched a plain, but very sharp and very long dagger. Then, without warning her charged. Their guide lept from the runway into the pit, and William was heading straight for Paul.
"The weak shall perish first." William let out a loud laugh, and thrust the dagger forward.
"No!" Julie couldn't control herself, she screamed. Then everything seemed to move in slow motion.
Roy pushed Paul back, sending him into Roxanne's arms. The blade in William's hand found a mark. The blade sunk into the center of Roy's back, the long blade breaking through Roy's torso and bursting through his stomach.
Julie couldn't move.
William pulled the blade free, and Roy fell to his knees, his eyes filled with shock, and then, for a brief moment they found something to focus on. Paul.
"Your sacrifice will be appreciated." Moira laughed, sitting in her throne, throwing her arms up.
William stood behind Roy. He grabbed Roy's hair, pulling his head back, exposing his throat. Then in one quick motion he sliced.
Julie could feel the hot spray of Roy's blood on her face. She stumbled back, to shocked to speak, to scream, to do anything.
"Roy." Paul's voice was a series of broken sobs. He reached out for Roy, tried to grab him, but it was to late.
Roy's body tumbled off of the runway, into the pit.
"Who's next?" Moira clapped her hands in glee.
Julie watched as Roxanne ran to Paul's side, pulling him to his feet.
"No more Moira." A deep, masculine voice filled the cavern.
Julie turned just in time to see a man, his body a mess of silver and flesh, emurge from the tunnel at the far end of the runway.
"Brian?" She sucked in a deep breath. The face, the remaining flesh part of the face, was her brother.
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