Veronica

Sitting upright in Anna’s bed, Veronica looked around the room, a strange sense of calm settling over her. She couldn’t believe the things Anna had told her, or the fact that she shrank her mother. It was nonsensical and preposterous, but there was something more, something Anna had done to her. Bringing her hands in front of her, seeing them as if for the very first time, a sensation of energy coursing through her body and culminating in her fingertips, she knew she was different, that Anna had changed her, for the first time in her whole life, she felt truly alive and connected. Closing her eyes, she could sense her mother’s absence from the house, remembering vaguely Anna had allowed her leave instead of devouring her.

Veronica chuckled softly to herself. She had been so naïve, so unaware, now she could see so much, like she understood some greater truth that she had been ignorant toward. The pieces were beginning to fall into places, almost as if she could hear Anna soothing voice in her mind, guiding her.

Some internal alarm rang in her mind, there was someone else in the house, a stranger, and he was approaching. It was a boy, no older than herself, and she perceived no threat from him. Other feelings surged into her awareness. She turned her head to watch the young man enter the room.

“Thank heavens, you’re awake now,” he said, smiling at her and taking a seat near the foot of the bed, one knee up, his other leg hanging off the side.

“Who are you?” she inquired, tilting her head slightly to the side, her own voice sounding odd in her ears.

He chuckled, “This may sound hard to believe, I’m Dr. Henry, Jim,” he replied. “Anna asked me to watch over you while you slept,” he added. “She didn’t mention your name.”

“Veronica,” she provided, mid looking inward, seeking. Dr. Henry? Did she know this name? The doctor? Yes, it was there, a scrap of information tucked into the corner of her consciousness, he was Anna’s doctor, she had mentioned him, but she thought he was old. The proximity of the young man seated only a couple of feet from her ignited the hunger in her, fanning the yearning from somewhere deep within herself, fueling something primal. Sitting there, so young and vital, full of life, she wanted him. Leaning forward, she caressed her right hand over his left cheek, it felt like sparks dancing across her fingertips as they passed over his smooth skin.

Breath caught in her throat, the hunger was nearly overwhelming, she didn’t understand why. Leaning back, she studied him quizzically and knew if she wanted, she could easily take him, shrink him down and use him for her own pleasure. It wouldn’t difficult at all, all she had to do was will it and he would be hers, for now and always.

Struggling to fight through the impulse to surrender to her baser desire, she tried to gain some measure of understanding of the extent of the things Anna had done to her.

“Where is Anna?” she heard herself ask, her big gorgeous blue eyes scintillating with power.

He could sense her heat, she knew this, interpreting the subtle clues in his body language.

“Ah, she went to school,” he replied, getting up off the bed and taking a step backward. He had seen this look the night before, when Anna bade him flee and he knew he was in potential danger. 

Veronica smiled, a beautiful expression on her exceptionally pretty face, “Why do you tremble so?” she asked sweetly.

Raising his hands in front of him, he shook his head slowly and eased back another pace, “I am not sure what all is going on, but Anna has manifested some incredible and abilities and she has done something to you, like she did with me, she made me young again,” he explained.

Cornflower blue eyes locked on him from beneath long lashes, she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, nodding slowly as she pulled the blanket from her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

“I know it can be unsettling, the after effects of her Power, but please, you need to compose yourself,” he suggested politely, smiling nervously.

Standing up, Veronica looked down at her clothed body, hands beginning to unbutton her blouse.

“Veronica, please, you are a very beautiful young woman, but you need to stop,” he said, trying to put some authority in his tone.

Stop? No, she yearn to abandon herself to the promise of bliss and euphoria. Closing her eyes, she could smell him,

“VERONICA!” he yelled, stepping forward and taking her wrists gently but firmly in his own hands.

Blinking, she paused, considering, I feel so powerful. Realizing she had become almost intoxicated with power, and horny, so incredibly aroused. A smile touched her lips again, power, the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Letting out her breath slowly, she looked down at his hands holding her, “You can release me now,” she said, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Releasing her wrists, Jim held up his hands, his eyes wide. His inner voice advised extreme caution as he flirted with death. “Are you okay?” he asked, the concern in his voice an even mix of for her as for him.

She chuckled and shook her head, strands of blonde hair sweeping back and forth across her shoulders, “I’m not sure,” she answered genuinely. So many things had changed.

“I saw your mother leave, she was picked up by Anna’s mother,” he said.

“I know,” she replied, losing her battle with restraint. Glancing at the door, it slammed shut with a loud bang, causing Jim to jump.

“Veronica, please I need you to focus, these feeling you’re experiencing are new and confusing, but deep down, I know you’re still there,” he said, trying to get her to listen to reason.

“I think you’ll need to help me understand and remedy these feelings,” she said softly, pointing her left index finger at him.

It felt like a bolt of electricity had just hit him square in the chest, staggering him back a few steps as the world around him seemed to grow.