Chapter 22

The Edisons went to bed around ten. Emily was tired, but she found herself thinking about the handsome boy, Delmar she had met on the beach over the weekend. She was excited about the idea that school would start soon. She would get to see him again. Who knows, maybe something good will come out of it after all. That was if her parents approved, especially Craig. She was sixteen already. It was normal for girls her age to start becoming interested in the opposite sex. Maybe not the same way adults do, but she liked the fluttery feeling she had inside when she thought of Delmar.

Emily felt her eyes becoming weary and soon she was taken by sleep. It was a sleep in a world of nightmares. Emily dreamt she was wandering on a hill almost like the one they had been to a few days ago. She heard distant voices and found herself drifting up the hill towards the sound. She noticed flashes of flames in the distance. People were moving around a large fire. There was something not too far from the fire which she could not quite make out. She was compelled to move closer. It was an altar of some sort. A man appeared next to the altar. In his right hand, he held a thick rope that was tied around a goat's neck. The goat had black curly horns which flashed orange to the rhythm of the flames. The goat desperately tried to set itself free. The man holding the rope was wearing a helmet made from iron. The helmet had horns on both sides while the man's long grey beard was sticking out at the bottom. Emily was reminded of a movie about Vikings she had seen some time ago. The man had a strong build with broad shoulders hidden behind brown animal skin. He pulled the goat towards him and picked it up with little effort. The struggling animal had been placed on the rock altar still trying to escape the strong grasp. The man performed a ritual as he stared up into the star-studded sky. His face changed from human to a bony skeleton and back to human again. The vibrant moon reflected on the large blade in his hand. The goat had been pinned down on the altar with no chance of escape. The other hand came down sending the blade into the animal's heart. The goat struggled furiously as the second blow came down. The goat's attempts to escape its doom became less as life was fleeting from its body. Blood squirted from the newly inflicted wounds. As the goat passed over from life to death, the fire flamed up higher almost like fuel was poured on the fire. Inside the flames, an old man appeared. He had a heavy beard with a staff in his left hand. He seemed humble with a hand-crafted leather hat on his head. His eyes told a different story as he spoke out from the fire. His eyes burned with a fury almost like two bright stars. The rest of the clan bowed down to the ground.

The masses of the clan started chiming repetitively. Odin, Odin, Odin... king of kings...

The voices vibrated through all the fibres Emily had in her body. She was mesmerised by the rhythm of the voices and flames. Her body felt buoyant as she hovered above the ground towards the fire.

'Come forth my child, come forth and claim your prize,' the man in the fire's voice vibrated through her once more. The voice was crystal clear above the creed of Odin.

Emily was drifting closer. The repetition of the voices and flames was sensational as they vibrated through her chest and vagina. She unbuttoned her blouse and soon her tender body was exposed with already well-formed breasts. Her nipples were stiff in the evening breeze. She felt the heat on her face as she passed the fire towards the altar. She lay her teenage body down on the bloody thing and looked up at the stars piercing through a black veil. She felt an utter sensation when she parted her legs. The sensation grew more intense as the seconds passed by. Seconds which seemed like hours. Soon her entire body jolted with a series of climaxes.

'Come to me,' the voice in the fire said. Odin walked out from the fire and stood next to her. He suspended his hand over Emily's tender teenage body. Emily felt him gently stroking her skin, touching her.

Emily noticed the long blade from earlier was now smeared with blood. Odin held it high over her body. She was not able to move. The creed from the other men became a dizzy frenzy of fear within Emily's brain. Images of raw skinless rodents exposing their white teeth flashed inches away from her face as they tried to bite and claw the meat off her facial tissue. Each time a rodent appeared, it made a sharp screeching noise that penetrated deep into her brain to a point almost unbearable. Flames started dancing around Odin's face. He held the knife in the air, ready for a downward thrust. He bore down at her with penetrating eyes, staring into her soul. His face changed from human form to a demon, and then from demon to something dead. He brought down the blade. Fractions before the impact, Emily was ripped from her nightmare. She was panting while her entire body was wet from perspiration. She wondered if she screamed while she had her nightmare for she never had any nightmare like that before. Instinctively she rubbed her chest and touched her vagina. It was soaking wet.