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Saturday, October 12, 2013

Bite Me v.7 Chapter 14 Part 6 of 7



The Lab…[U1] 

            Victoria walks in carrying the genie bottle.

            “My queen,” said Judy bowing before Victoria.

            “Is the subject ready for the mediation spell to be cast on her?” asked Victoria.

            “Yes, my queen,” said Judy, “she’s as expected reacting violently to the vervain in the water.”

            “Good,” said Victoria removing the cork from the bottle releasing its prisoner inside.

            A young woman dressed in pink came out via a puff of smoke of the same color.

            “My master,” she says, “how may I serve you?”

            “This young lady in the water,” said Victoria, “place her in a meditative state so she can battle her vampire queen persona for control of her body.”

            “Yes, Master,” said the genie.

            The genie walks over to the tub and sees who is inside and is shocked.

            “My master,” said the genie, “This is Michelle Van Helsing.”

            “Yes,” said Victoria, “It is.”

            “Her mom is queen of the fairies,” said the genie, “Why does she need to do this?”

            “Because she is also the daughter of two vampires,” said Victoria, “This automatically makes her a queen.”

            “But my Master,” said the genie, “She is a direct decedent of the Van Helsing. How is it possible for someone of that strong of a line of slayers to actually be a queen?”

            “It just is,” said the queen, “Now cast the spell!”

            “Yes, master,” said the genie.

            She places her arms above the tube.

            “Fall to sleep my subject,” said the genie, “Meditate on your goal. Be transported back deep inside your mind and let the battle begin.”

            Michelle who was still feeling the pain of the vervain suddenly went to sleep.
            “It is done my Master,” said the genie, “but the spell took a lot of my energy. I need a recharge. Please, return me to my bottle.”

            “Go ahead,” said Victoria, “you’ve done well.”

            The genie turns into a puff of pink smoke and enters the bottle and Victoria replaces its cork.

            “My queen,” said Judy, “I don’t understand. I thought Genie magic is unlimited. How was she weakened from that spell.”

            “I think it is because when she and her sisters and cousins became witches, They linked their magic together,” said Victoria, “One of those sisters died thus weakening the link between them and the others were turned into genies. The only way for her to be at full strength is to be reunited with her living sister; her cousins and her dead sisters’ magic.”

            “Is that the witch whose magic resides in Michelle?” asked Judy.

            “Yes it is,” said Victoria, “but the genie doesn’t know that.”

            “I understand,” said Judy, “My queen, are you going to asked this new genie to grant you entrance into Atlantis or to grant it to the former Atlantisians?”

            “That’s a good question,” said Victoria, “but we’ll handle that later after Michelle has battled herself in her mind and hopefully lost.”

            “Okay, my Queen,” said Judy.


            Michelle’s image appears in a battle-type arena.

            “Wow,” she said, “this is amazing.”

            Appearing in front of her is her counterpart, Queen Michelle. She looks like Michelle did when the queen had temporary taken over her body.

            “Well, well, well,” said the queen, “we finally meet.”

            “Indeed,” said Michelle who looks fatigue.

            “You don’t look so well,” said the queen, “What’s wrong?’

            “As if you didn’t know,” said Michelle.

            “Right,” said the queen, “you’re inside a tub full of vervain laced water. It’s weakening you physically and that is carrying over to here.”

            “I still have enough strength and power to defeat you,” said Michelle.

            “Well,” said the queen, “What are we waiting for? Let’s do this.”

            Michelle charges toward her doppelganger personality. They locked arms and begin a wrestling match. Michelle having been an active fan of professional wrestling for years lifts the queen up and body slams her on the floor.

            “You know,” said Michelle, “if this is what you want our battle to resemble, I think a change of scenery is in order.”

            In an instant, they were in the center of a wrestling ring.

            “Seriously?” asked the queen, “you really want this to be a wrestling match?”

            “You’re the one who wanted to lock arms when I came charging at you,” said Michelle, “I just did what I believe was the best defensive move.”

            “Well,” said the queen standing up, “If a wrestling match is what you want then a wrestling match is what you will get.”

            She grabs Michelle and swings her toward the ropes and when the momentum pushed Michelle back she hit her with a clothesline. Michelle goes down hard. And standing up was not easy. When she does she walks toward the queen and begins to throw punches. The queen stands there and takes it.

            “Do you really think you can defeat me by throwing punches?” asked the queen.

            “I don’t understand,” said Michelle, “Why is this not working? I’m an expert on wrestling because I lived it.”

            “You mean you used to wrestle?” asked the queen.

            “No, I’ve been to many events when one of the biggies come to town,” said Michelle, “I pay attention to every move and I know what I am doing this should be working.”

            She then takes the queen and throws her into the ropes only to hit the clothesline when she returns. She then jumps to her knees and begins to hit her repeatedly.

            “It’s not going to work,” said the queen who instantly switches positions with Michelle and begins to do the same.

            The more she hit Michelle the more they felt like bricks. Michelle was weakening more and more from the battle.

            I don’t know how much more I can take,” she thought, “I guess I should surrender.”

            My child,” said Mary, “Remember what I told you.”

            Right,” thought Michelle, “Mommy Help!”

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