Read to me, Collette thought.  

    The book in my hand was different than the one I had first read.  The writing was more mature, the curves no longer containing the exuberance of youth, instead it portrayed a sense of style that hinted at an underlying wisdom, the letters almost majestic.  I opened the cover and began to read.

* * * * *

    I have learned so much in these last nine years.  Robert has been a wonderful teacher; it will be a shame to kill him.  Sadly, it is my destiny to do so.  He has taught me so much since he created me, made me the vampire that I am today.

    I remember his first cryptic words, that I was to replace him.  He knew then what I know now.  I would kill him, feed on his blood until he was drained and then drive a stake through his lifeless heart.  Is lifeless the right word?  Perhaps.  I have learned that I can still feel love and hate, still feel petty jealousy and righteous admiration, but the muscle itself is useless.  It beats of it's own accord, pumping blood through the body out of habit only.  If it were to stop beating the only affect would be eerie silence.

    He knew that I would become more powerful than he himself is, and I have already shown glimpses of that power.  He could will the wind to howl furiously and with nary a thought, I could calm that wind; even while he struggled to keep it blowing.  

    He took me under his wing, coming unhindered into my bedroom each night to teach me how to tap into the power that coursed through my veins.  We had decided that first night to keep my parents unaware of the transformation that I had undergone.  At least until I was prepared to deal with the reality I now faced.  In time I would tell them and then they would disown me, cast me away as a piece of driftwood.  It is inevitable, I have seen it, as I have seen so many things that have yet to be.  

    I have seen myself with lovers that are yet to be.  I have seen those same lovers die.  I have foreseen some of the people that I would turn into vampires, and I have seen how those vampires fare.  Some things do remain hidden from me, as if the cosmos wants to keep some secrets from me.  To be honest, I look forward to those hidden things becoming revealed most of all.

    Robert has taught me other things as well.  I was a virgin when he came into my life, but I gave that up the first night Robert floated in a mist into my bedroom from my window.  He thought to me, and I could hear the words whispered to my mind.  He told me how he wanted to kiss me, and then with his leathery lips he showed me the passion a kiss could entail.  The rapture that could come from the merging of lips and the tango of darting tongues.

    I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed, but I was a quick learner.  The first day Robert's cock pierced my sex I was transformed to a sexual creature.  The pleasure of Robert's penis slipping into my pussy was amazing.  I could read the delight in Robert's psyche and I heard his thoughts gloat over the power he possessed as he thrust his cock into me.  

    I concentrated on that word, power.  He felt strong and confident as he slipped his cock into my pussy.  He felt alive as he thrust into me, like he was taking me, possessing me, owning me.  I felt a flash of anger as I read that; owning me.  A smile formed on my lips.  I would take Robert as he was taking me, I would take his ass with a cock of my own.

    As he thrust into me again I was elated to know he couldn't read my thoughts as easily as I could read his.

    Robert came loudly, spilling his seed in my sex.  "Freeze," I told him and giggled like a schoolgirl, which I suppose I was, when his body stiffened.  I climbed off of Robert's cock and slid up his body.  My pussy was wet, dripping with our combined juices.  I lowered my young sex to Robert's mouth.  "Eat me, Robert," I commanded, freeing Roberts mouth and tongue.

    "Stop, An..." his voice trailed off as I sank down, fully trapping his mouth with my tender pussy.

    Robert tried to move his head and found it immobile.  Only his lips, mouth and tongue moved.  I wiggled my hips on Robert's face, "eat me, Robert and I will free you."

    Robert inserted his tongue into my sex and I moaned in delight, the knowledge that Robert was eating his sperm and that I was forcing him to do it.  Yes, Robert, I thought to him, there is a sexual energy when you exert your power over someone else.  I laughed when I heard him gasp behind his eyes, he knew I had read his thoughts.   My hips danced on Robert's face as he continued to slip his tongue past the folds of my pussy.

    Robert's tongue danced along the tender flesh of my pussy.  He sucked his ancient seed from my sex, swallowing heavily.  He lapped at my sex, cleaning me of his sperm.  It was the most erotic feeling I had ever experienced, me forcing Robert to eat his sperm, to clean my pussy.

    I moaned in ecstasy, my pussy flowing at the power that I felt.  I shook my hips excitedly, rubbing my sex against Robert's immobile head and his darting tongue.  I came noisily, my pussy leaking into Robert's mouth.  I bit my palm, stifling the sounds of my orgasm.  I did not want to have my parents catch on as to what their underage daughter was doing.

    I sucked in a breath of pain as I bit my palm.  I squeaked a high pitched sound and then when my heated breathing waned slightly I climbed off of Robert's face.  "You can move now, Robert," I said as I sat at the foot of my bed.

    Robert sat up and glared at me, "I did not appreciate that," he hissed.

    I took a deep breath, concentrating on probing Robert's thoughts, "yes, you did."

    A glazed look washed over Robert's face, "thank you," he said robotically, "that was great.  I always wanted to try something like that."

    I giggled, "you're welcome, Robert."  Then with a catch in my voice, "very much so."

    My pussy was flush with excitement.  It was more than the sexual act, of me force feeding Robert his sperm, much more.  It was an electric arc dancing just under my skin causing the fine hairs on my body to stand on end.  I had manipulated his thoughts, had caused him to change his thoughts and feelings to that which I wanted.  I had made him a puppet with my mind the strings.

    I realized at that moment how powerful I would become.  Robert was centuries old, had been around the world dozens of times.  He had manipulated people as I had just done him.  That was what prompted my thoughts, the ease at which I had manipulated such a wizened old creature.  With a smile I pressed into his mind.  "Robert," I said sweetly.

    "Yes," he said.  

    "Do you know what I would like?"  It was a test and I closed my mind to his mental probing.

    He sounded confused, "no, I can't read your thoughts."

    "Well, I will tell you," I said, "I want to fuck you up the ass with a dildo.  What do you think of that?"

    "Absolutely not," he said indignantly, as if pained that I would suggest such a thing.

    With a gentle nudge of his mind I said, "excuse me?"

    Robert spoke, his voice a soft whisper, "I want you to fuck me.  Please fuck me up the ass."

    "Beg me, Robert.  Beg me to fuck you."

    Robert began to whimper in need, "I want you to fuck me.  Please fuck me," his voice was soft and frail.  "Please, God, fuck me.  I need you to fuck me." 

    I couldn't help but smile as my pussy continued to pour.  "With what?  I don't have anything to fuck you with."

    Sounding like a child who didn't get what they wanted for their birthday he moaned weakly, "anything.  Please, I need it so bad."

    "Why don't you put your finger in your ass, Robert.  While you do that I will go see what I can find to fuck you with.  How does that sound?"

    "Please," he said as he brought his hand between his legs.  He extended his index finger and pushed it against the ring of his anus.  He pushed and his finger slid into his ass.  He moaned as his sphincter gripped his digit, "yes."

    "Very good, Robert," I said as I climbed off the bed.  "Keep your ass ready for me.  Okay?  I will be right back."

    His only reply was a soft moan.

    I quickly dawned a robe and left my room, shutting my door behind me.  My parents were in bed, but I could still hear them talking in my mind.  Their words were cold, and I knew that they were thinking that their marriage was more of a charade than a relationship built on love.  They would not get a divorce, that was not an option that society offered.

    I entered the large open living room and sat down on wooden bench.  I shut my eyes and opened my mind.  I could see Richard kneeling on the bed, his hand stuck between his legs with his index finger buried to his second knuckle in his ass.  He was breathing heavily, embarrassed by his position.

    I opened my eyes and spotted a large taper sitting on the middle of the dining room table.  It was perfect for fucking Robert with, long and thick.  I stood up and grabbed the candle and returned to Robert's side.  I shut the door behind me, smiling at the scene of him kneeling, waiting for me.

    "I have a candle for your ass," I said.  "Would you like me to shove it in your ass, Richard."

    A soft whimper, "yes.  Please fuck me."

    Hearing Robert whisper those words was electrifying.  I almost had an orgasm just hearing him beg me to fuck him with the candle.  It dawned on me with amazement that if Robert was this easy to manipulate, imaging the mortal world.  The thought was staggering.

    I climbed onto the bed and knelt between Roberts parted calves.  I ran my hands along his thighs, gushing when I felt his body tense.  I pushed the candle into my mouth, coating the wax with my saliva.  I lubricated the candle with my spit and then held the the rounded tip of the candle against the puckered ring of Robert's ass.

    "Here is comes," I told him.  

    Robert tensed again but I would not be denied.  I pushed the candle into Robert's ass.  The candle disappeared inch by inch until just the last couple of inches remained.  Clutching the candle I breathed throatily, "I am going to fuck you now, Robert.  Hard and fast."

    A soft groan drifted past his closed lips.

    I began pumping the candle; pulling the taper from Robert's ass and then shoving it back in.  With each inward stroke Robert grunted in humiliation and unexpected pleasure.  I fucked Robert with the candle.  I recall vividly as I write these words the electrifying pleasure that coursed through my body.  I could feel my heartbeat in my clit as it throbbed in desire.  

    It was an incredible rush, my fucking Robert with the candle.  I dropped my hand to caress my sex and as my fingers parted the gentle folds of my pussy I came explosively, screaming in delight.  My hand paused as I came and when I collected my sensed I resumed the furious pumping of the candle within the dark confines of Robert's ass.

    With an evil grin I spoke to Robert, "I thought you didn't appreciate what I have done to you."  I released my hold on Robert's mind.

    Robert dropped onto his elbows as the cold realization of his position took hold.  He found himself bent over with a candle being thrust into his ass.  He vividly recalled how he had cleaned his spent seed from my young pussy and how he had begged me to fuck him.  He folded his hands across his eyes as he relived the scene he had just enacted.  

    He turned his head to look at me.  His eyes were open wide in awe, "you have learned well," he said, his voice choking with humiliation.  

    I pulled the candle from his ass and Robert made a small grunt when the candle slipped free.  "Yes," I acknowledged, "you have taught me well.  It does appear," I admitted with no hint of smugness, "that I am indeed more powerful than you."

    "Yes."

    That simple word spoke volumes.  Robert knew I would kill him when my training was complete, when he had taught me all he could and my power surpassed his.  He had admitted that his usefulness was at an end; at least as far as my training was concerned.  An idea formed in my mind, "did you enjoy me fucking you, Robert."

    He shook his head, "no.  I did not."

    "I did.  I really did."  I could still see Robert kneeling submissively as I thrust the candle past the ring of his anus.  "I know you realize what will happen now that I have surpassed your ability."

    He spoke weakly, "I know."

    "I will make a deal with you.  I will not kill you as long as you allow to fuck you anytime I want.  I want to fuck you, I want to have you fuck me and clean me afterwards.  Basically, I want you to be my slave.  If you are willing to give up your will to me," I paused to emphasize the next word, "willingly, then I won't kill you.  You have seen that I will kill you.  It is up to you when I do it.  Do you understand?"

    Robert's face was a mask of confusion.  He had admitted he did not like it when I fucked him with the candle, nor did he like it when I forced him to clean his spent semen from my pussy.  Now I gave him the choice, serve me willingly in the ways he had admitted to disliking or die.  Death was inevitable, he himself had seen that.  The question was, was he ready to die?

    I probed Robert's thoughts as he debated his course of action.  He kept returning to the same point I was, was he ready to die?  He relived the taste of his sperm on his tongue; he could feel the candle as it penetrated his ass.  Was he able to allow these things to continue willingly?

    I knew his answer.

    Robert continued to debate with himself.  He knew that he was destined to be killed by me.  He knew I was being generous to allow him even the slightest chance of a longer life.  His mind tossed through the possibilities of his future.  Serving me or lying dead.  His powers were no match to mine, and he could see his existence as my slave, serving me with no will of his own.  His powers useless, his life as he knew it changing to suit my needs. Is it better to live powerless or die with power?  

    I could read his thoughts and I knew where they would lead.

    "I want to live."  Four simple words that said so much.  

    "Very good, Robert.  Very, very good.  Why don't you fuck yourself for me?" I asked, handing Robert the candle.  

   "Okay," he said.

    "No, Robert.  You will call me 'Mistress' and you will answer me politely, yes or no.  Do you understand?" 

    Apparently he did, "yes, Mistress."  

    I asked him again, "will you fuck yourself for me now?"

    "Yes, Mistress," he said as he took the candle from my outstretched hand.  The candle was softer now than when I had first used it, the heat of Robert's body softening the wax considerably.  It was still slippery, and Robert had no problem slipping the candle back into the depths of his ass.

    "Thank me, Robert."

    He swallowed heavily, "thank you, Mistress, for allowing me to fuck myself with this candle."  His words came haltingly, as if he hated himself for saying them.

    I watched Robert fuck himself with the candle haltingly.  He was blushing, his face glowing with the embarrassment of his supplication.  I could read his thoughts, his mind chanting, "I hate this," over and over with each inward stroke of the slowly melting candle.  

    I was gushing, my pussy tingling in delight as I read his words, and watched his contradicting actions.  He was fucking himself for me, his own thoughts not stopping his task.  Over and over I watched the candle slip into his ass, my sex growing wetter with each recurring thrust of the candle by Robert's humiliated hand.

    "Shove it in and stop, Robert," I commanded.

    Robert buried the candle deep into his ass and pulled his hand away.  The free end of the candle bobbed slightly with his breathing.  "You have done well, Robert.  You have made me so wet.  I want you to eat me now, make me come with your tongue.  Just don't let that candle fall out of your ass, understand?"

    Robert shifted positions, turning to face my widely parted legs, "yes, mistress," he breathed inching forward to press his tongue into my pussy.

    I shifted my position to make Robert's access easier.  With my legs parted widely Robert pressed his face into my sex.  His tongue probed into my pussy, dancing rapidly.  My sex gripped his tongue and I moaned in delight.  

    I read the contradicting thoughts within Robert's mind.  He hated the candle and the humiliation of being filled by the soft wax phallus.  He enjoyed lapping at my dripping sex, the scent of my pussy and the sounds of my pleasure spurring his tongue into erotic spasms.  His mind argued with his mind and it was delicious to be a voyeur on the fight.  

    I came loudly, my feet coming together to trap Robert's face between my thighs.  My breathing was ragged bursts of heightened arousal and when I opened my eyes I stared down my body, between my breasts, to stare into Robert's wide-eyed face.  His face was a mask of confusion, did eating me, and listening to me come overcome the shame the thin pseudo-cock caused him?  I could still read the argument in his mind as I released his face from my thighs.

    I had an idea, an evil thought that caused me to smile.  I wanted to test my powers, and if I was right, it would be fun.  With my mind I gripped the small piece of candle that was visible as it peeked from the confines of Robert's ass.  I concentrated and slowly began to ease the candle from Robert's ass.

    I realized how strong I had become as I heard Robert gasp in my mind.  "No," his mind screamed, his ass tightening its grip on the thin taper.  I continued to pull the candle from Robert's ass, drawing the candle out at a snail's pace.  I was savoring the fear that danced behind Robert's eyes, his thoughts on what would happen if he disobeyed and allowed the candle to fall from his ass.

    It was delicious that he was unaware that I was pulling the candle from his body, he thought it was slipping out on his own.  I pulled the candle one last time and read Robert's "fuck," as it clattered loudly to the floor. 

    With mock anger I asked, "what did I tell you?"

    He sounded like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar, "not to let the candle fall," he said softly.

    I looked at the candle and then back at Robert and then back to the candle.

    He broke out loudly, "I am so sorry.  I couldn't help it."

    "Couldn't help it?  I suppose," I said, pausing for effect, nodding slightly, "that the candle was too thin to hold in place."

    His face fell as he caught my meaning.

    "Let's go find something thicker, shall we?"   Robert knew it was not a question and he hung his head as he accompanied me from the room.  My parents were asleep and with a subtle nudge towards their minds, I knew they would not awaken. In fact, I insured it.  

    I led Robert into the kitchen where I searched the counter for the freshly-picked cucumber I had seen my mother pick earlier.  I grabbed the smallest one of the bunch and held it up for Robert's perusal, "what do you think, Robert.  Will this one just slip out?"

    His eyes were huge saucers, the size of the cucumber looking menacing, "no, mistress," he said, remembering his earlier lessons to address me as such.

    "Neither do I.  Do you think we should test it to make sure?"

    He swallowed, I remember that clearly.  He wanted to run from the room, I could read his thoughts.  He wanted to run screaming away from me to avoid the cucumber from penetrating his ass.  My legs felt weak when he whimpered, "yes.  We should test it."

    I handed the thick cucumber to Robert, "here."  My expression was one of pure delight.  He was submitting to my whim and I savored the fact.  My nipples were hard and my sex was dripping, the supplication of this powerful man exciting more than I had ever been.  It dawned on me at that moment how much I had missed, having men submit to me was part of my destiny I now realized.

    Robert took the cucumber and looked at me longingly.

    I didn't need to read his mind to know his thought, "suck on it if you need to lubricate it."    

    He hesitated and then slowly brought the cucumber to his lips.  He pulled the fruit into his mouth and wrapped his tongue along the smooth skin.  He lubricated the cucumber, coating the green skin with his saliva.  I watched as he opened his mouth to pull the cucumber free; keeping as much of his spit as he could along the thick fruit.

    "Now Robert, you know what to do."

    "Yes, mistress," he whispered.  His hand shifted and he brought the cucumber between his legs.  He pushed the rounded tip against his ass and I watched as his face contorted into a rictus of concentration as he pushed the cucumber into his ass.  He whimpered a hitching sound, like a neighing calf as the cucumber slipped fully inside his yielding body.

    "Now that won't come out, will it, Robert?" I asked as I reached out with my mind to grip the last inch of the cucumber.

    "I hope not."

    He meant it. He honestly wanted to keep the cucumber in his ass instead of having to endure what would happen if it fell out again.  He had come so far in such a short time, the cucumber stretching his ass almost tolerable to him.  I almost stopped from reaching out with my thoughts to grip the last free inch of the cucumber.  Almost.

    Robert whimpered a soft, "no," when he felt the cucumber slowly begin to slide from his ass.  His body tensed as he tried to hold the fruit within his body.  I could read his mind crying, no no no.  I could see him try to push the cucumber in with his mind and he whimpered louder when he found that he didn't have the power to do it.

    I smiled when the cucumber fell with a wet thud to the ground.  "Robert," I said shaking my head in mock disdain, "what just happened."

    He cried.  He sank from his knees to sit on his calves.  His hands came up to cover his face.  Between wet sobs he whimpered, "it fell out.  I couldn't stop it from happening.  I tried.  I really did."  The words came in gasps, each word broken by another sob.  The despair dripped from his lips as he continued, "I couldn't push it back in.  I used to be able to."

    He was crying because he was powerless in my presence.  I had surpassed his power as he had predicted and it both scared him and hurt his pride.  He cried over his reduced powers and his failure to obey.  I read his thoughts and felt a wave of hopelessness wash over me, he was devastated at his impotence.

    He next words surprised me, "I am sorry I failed you.  Do you have a bigger cucumber?"  He said it without pausing, as if he wanted to get it out before he changed his mind.

    With a huge smile I nodded, "yes, Robert, I do.  I do indeed have a larger cucumber.  Will you be able to keep this one in?"

    His voice was still hitching as he admitted, "I don't know."

    "I do, Robert.  I know if you will be able to keep it in or not.  Would you like to know?"

    He shook his head. "Yes," his words contradicted his actions.

    "No, Robert.  You wouldn't be able to keep the cucumber in.  Do you know why?"

    His face brightened, "because you pulled it out."

    I laughed then, a hearty chuckle, "exactly.  I did pull it out.  But you know what?  You are going to put in the next larger cucumber anyway.  I want you to.  I want to watch as you fuck yourself with it, as your ass wraps around the thickness of the cucumber." I handed Robert the cucumber and he took it from my hands with trepidation.  "Whenever you're ready."

    Robert swallowed and brought the cucumber to his mouth.  He sucked on it briefly, adding a small dab of saliva as lubricant.  With the cucumber lubricated he brought the cucumber to bear on his waiting ass.  He inched the cucumber forward, gasping in a combination of pain and fear.

    The cucumber filled his ass and he inched it in slowly.  He was breathing heavily, pausing when the pain in his ass caused an influx of wet air through clenched teeth.  He continued his slow thrusting, easing the cucumber further along until it was buried within his ass.

    "Very good, Robert," I said.  "Now I want to watch as you fuck yourself for me."

    Robert began to slowly pull the green-skinned fruit from his ass and I watched, my pussy growing wet as he supplicated himself to me.  He fucked himself with the cucumber for my pleasure alone, I could read his thoughts and knew he was not enjoying his task.  It was exciting, and my hand dropped to caress my sex as I watched with wide eyes as Robert continued pulling the cucumber from his ass only to shove it back in slowly.

    I commanded Robert to stop and stand up.  He did as I directed, the cucumber buried in his ass.  "Now, Robert," I said, "I want you to eat me.  Make me come with your tongue.  Don't lose the cucumber, I want it to stay in your ass."

    Robert whispered, "yes, mistress."  He stepped forward and aided me to stand on the kitchen table.  My sex was at the level of his mouth and he leaned into my pussy.  His tongue slipped into my sex, dancing along the slick folds.  He ate my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit madly.  

    I gripped his hair, pulling the white locks in a tight grip.  I was breathing heavily, thrusting my hips forward to allow Robert better access to my pussy. His tongue was magic, sending electrical sparks of pleasure through my body until I was on fire, the need in my loins climbing until I exploded in a loud scream of pleasure that caused me to pull some of Robert's hair from his scalp.

    Robert lowered me to the ground, the cucumber still jutting from his ass.  "Very good, Robert," I said, "I think you will be a wonderful slave."

* * * * *

    And that is what he became.  He served me well for the next six years.  During that time he did what I asked when I asked, Collette thought to me as I closed the diary.  

    I had been reading for three hours, the water in the tub had grown cold and our skin was wrinkled from the time spent in the once warm water.  I set Collette's diary aside, gently setting it on the floor next to the tub.  Collette stood up and turned to help me stand.  I exited the tub and grabbed a towel.  I held the towel open and Collette stepped into it.  I wrapped the towel around Collette's body, and my arms followed suit.  I hugged Collette and kissed the back of her neck.

    Collette moaned in delight, her eyes closed, that feels nice, she thought to me.

    How did Robert die? I asked.

    That will be what you read next.  I could hear her smile.

    I had one last question that had been gnawing at my thoughts and I spoke the words aloud.  "How powerful are you?"

    Collette pointed to the opening that allowed the cool night air to dance into the room, "look," she said, tipping her head towards the opening.

    I stared out the window and saw light strobing, a flash and then a darkness, a flash, darkness, flash, dark, flash, dark, the speed climbing until the light and dark were nearly indiscernible.  Finally the darkness that had been seeping in the window rose to a bright light, the sun shining in like a beacon leading the ships from rocky shores towards the safety of a welcome port.  

    I looked incredulous, did what I think just happen really happen.  If so, if she had done what my mind was telling me she had done...

    ...the impossible...

    ...than she was indeed more powerful than I could have possibly imagined.  Had she?  Could she have actually caused time to pass with just a thought?  A twitch of a muscle, a whim silently spoken and the cosmos obeyed, the sun rising and falling as we stood staring out a small opening overlooking a beach and the gently lapping waves of the ocean below.

    Yes, she thought to me.  

    Her presence in my mind overwhelmed me and my knees collapsed.  I fell to the stone floor, my legs folding under me.  I sat there, staring up into her beautiful brown eyes, my mouth open in amazement.  "You," I stammered the words aloud, afraid of my mind tripping on my thoughts, "you can control time?"

    Her words were soft, "yes.  I can."

    I sank to the floor, shaking my head at the impossible.  Time, she can control time.  I opened my mouth to speak and could not find the words.  My mouth opened and closed, my eyes staring at the beautiful woman that stood above me.  Finally a single word escaped my lips, "wow."

    That single word spoke volumes.  In that word I expressed my surprise and awe, my incomprehension and my reverence.  My mind tossed over the implications; the power she possessed amazed me, flooring my senses until I thought my mind would shut down with the magnitude of the realization.

    Collette held her hand to me and I took it.  Her skin was soft, belying the underlying power she possessed.  It would be foolish to underestimate her based on the softness of her body and the beauty in her face.

    Others learned that lesson the hard way, she thought to me.

    You amaze me, I thought back.  

    She pulled me to my feet.  Come, she thought, we have, she paused as if looking for the word, work to do.  

    What's up?  I asked.

    Nathaniel will be returning tomorrow.

    Already?  Didn't you say it would be seven... my thoughts faded.  Collette had told me that Nathaniel would be a tie-breaking vote in the decision to seek her out.  It was just days ago when she had informed me of the upcoming vote that was, had been, seven weeks away.  I had watched time flash by in strobing lights, seven weeks disappearing into the ages in just seconds.  

    You amaze me, I repeated, shaking my head at the display of unbelievable power.  

    Her last words, drifting into my thoughts like a lullaby as we left the bedroom to visit Keith were cryptic, you haven't seen anything, yet.