Midian Evolution

I watched in amazement as a naked woman strolled out onto the lawn. She held a dagger in one hand and a book in the other. She was beautiful, tall and large breasted, with long, shiny blond hair. A circle of sickly purple light flared around her feet, on the ground, and she stopped.

One by one, five naked men filed out of the house and surrounded her. They had erections. I scented blood, now, and saw they’d painted symbols on themselves with it.

The woman raised her arms skyward and began to chant.

At first I felt amused. We watched some crazy cult, no doubt, and men’s erections always seemed funny to me for some reason. But, as I watched, the men came closer and closer to the central figure. The air charged, feeling heavy. A pentagram formed in the same sickly light, each man standing on one of its points.

Two more men emerged from the house, dragging a screaming man between them. I observed with horror them striking him, binding him with black, non-reflective chains. The woman in the center of the pentagram stepped out, and they shoved the prisoner into her place.

He tried, visibly tried to get up, but the magic held him in place.

Master…

We can’t help him. He already has a freak chip, Seras.

How do you know?

Look at his teeth.

I looked. Yes, I saw his small fangs glinting in the moonlight as he screamed, begged and pleaded to be let loose. His accent I placed as Welsh.

Yet more people emerged from the house. Two women and two men took an observer’s position, near but not too near. I examined them closely, seeing fangs as they quietly spoke in a language I didn’t know. Though also naked, they wore armbands with swastikas. They evidently found their prisoner’s distress quite amusing, and laughed every few minutes at his feeble attempts for freedom.

They have no sympathy because they’ve already been processed, master mused. This is not a murder we’re watching.

The men at the pentagram stepped back. I felt my eyes growing wide with shock as the naked people started grabbing each other. In seconds I watched the beginning of an orgy.

My eyes had never seen something like this. They didn’t even pair off, but tangled together in a knot. One man entered the backside of another, while that one entered the blonde woman. The two other men stood to either side of her, and she took turns sucking on their erections. The four Nazi observers laughed, fondling each other but not committing to intercourse.

Master…

Think of them as dolls, Seras, master suggested, his mental tone as soft as I’d ever heard it. If it stimulates you, fine, but tell me the when and the why.

I blushed furiously.

The copulating continued, unrushed. Now I felt a different charge in the air, a heavy, ominous oppression. The woods around us seemed to come alive with malevolence, with thousands of unseen eyes. I felt as if I sank into very deep water, pressurized.

Master, I feel very frightened, I admitted. Something’s coming.

I feel it, too. Don’t worry for your safety. You’re a Midian, and I’m the most powerful Midian on this planet.

I thanked God I had Alucard, even if He probably didn’t listen to damned creatures.

I heard shouting. One by one, the men pulled from their partners and held themselves around the female in a circle. In seconds they orgasmed, coating her in their semen. I smelled it from here, and it made me slightly ill with pungency. Oh, that’s just gross, I said weakly.

I had to recant that a few moments later, when the woman got up and rubbed herself all over the writhing freak. She stepped back, and light surrounded the bound man. In the pulsating brightness, I swore I saw faces.

The bound freak’s screams reached ear-splitting levels. I heard bones snapping wetly, tendons stretching, and an odd gurgling noise. His agony fell to pathetic whimpers, then died out completely. In seconds, the light vanished and the strangely oppressive atmosphere evaporated.

I expected to see a dead man, regardless of what master had said. I felt surprised when the freak staggered upright, obviously alive and unbound. The four Nazis went into the house and returned in moments, dragging an unconscious man.

The dagger and book came into play once more. The blonde woman stabbed the second prisoner of the night, in his shoulder. She collected a spurt of blood onto the book, took a handful, and slung it onto the rope-bound man.

The effect more than startled me. Almost instantly, the bound man ripped his bonds like tissue paper. He bent over, making obscene, sucking sounds. Fur sprouted over his body in dark grey tufts. His fingernails grew into claws, as did his nails. His jaw lengthened, pushing out. His legs narrowed, developing an almost backward crook of the knee.

A bloody-.

Werewolf, master finished for me. Not a natural one, and certainly not a true one.

The werewolf fell upon the blood donor and tore him to glistening shreds in seconds. He ate as he ripped into him, chewing noisily and with obvious delight. His meal stimulated the Nazi freaks. They, too, began to change into lycanthropic beasts. Before I could assimilate it, they joined the feast.

The humans sat on the cold, wet grass and watched, no more emotion in their faces than if they viewed a game of golf.

I’ve seen enough. Master’s voice dripped with revulsion.

The grisly scene faded. We occupied a small, dark place that smelled of moss and water. The cave, I supposed. Master put me on my feet.

That was disgusting, I told him. It’s bad enough they make artificial vampires, but now they make artificial werewolves from the fake vampires? I felt a lingering illness, and anxious to be far away from here. We can kill werewolves like we kill freaks, can’t we?

Alucard closed his eyes and leaned on the cave wall. Yes. They’re cheap copies and will fall to a silver bullet as easily as anything else we hunt. He opened his eyes again, pinning me with his orange stare. The real danger lies in the magic users. What they create is only a residual threat.

So, why did Sir Integra only want us to watch? Why not allow us to go down there and kill them? I didn’t understand anything. Though what I’d seen would probably give me nightmare or two, I didn’t grasp why Alucard had protested my involvement.

Because, dear fledgling, someone has already staked a claim on that duty, he answered. Integra is only making certain we keep current on what’s done.

Who, master? Who staked a claim and why aren’t they stopping this right now?

Section Thirteen, Iscariot, he answered. As to why they haven’t done anything, I feel we’ll be asked to investigate that, too. And, we’ll have to play the exterminators if something isn’t done quickly.

Head swimming, I sat down in the dirt. I really felt odd now, and not just from the unpleasant news. Heat suffused me, and I tingled in the same way as when master brought me to orgasm. I feel funny.

Alucard sighed. It’s magical backlash. You won’t rest today, Seras.