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"Community Spirits"

"I'm sensing..." Lightning flashed around the group of four men as one of them had laid a hand upon the skull of a long-dead human. They couldn't tell what the corpse had been in life, but using Marshall's abilities, they were hoping to.

The four men were the team that made up "Psychonatural" a group who traveled the world in search of supernatural events that threatened humans and animals alike; people called them frauds, they often laughed off how much they charged for their services, but one thing was certain: They always got their ghoul, witch, warlock, werewolf, or whatever it was they were sent to encounter. Tristian was the leader of the group, he had cropped blond hair that occasionally drifted over his eyes. A real 'ladies' man' he was the most obvious pretty boy of the bunch. His sharp wit was often what kept him afloat as he didn't have as much of a scientific background as his colleagues, his confidence was what gave him stripes as their leader; that, and having put heavy capital into the team for their nation-wide escapades.

Danny Reynolds was the pure intellect of the group, sporting a pair of thin wire framed glasses and dark brown hair that spiked back, he was often responsible for recording the historical data of any place they were sent to, so they could be prepared for a confrontation. He provided and equal ground and proved invaluable to the team on countless occassions. He was scrawny and had a gaunt appearance, but oftentimes proved that he was stronger than he looked.

Matt Creed was more often seen as the jokester of the group, no one really took him seriously, even his own teammates rarely brought him in for a direct confrontation. He was short, had a bit of a gut, and was often very awkward. A hypochondriac most of the time, he often spent his days with a pale complexion and nervous demeanor. But sometimes he had instincts that proved better than any of their available equipment; such as finding the catacomb they found themselves in. Danny often referred to him as a 'supernatural dousing rod' and sometimes, he even took on a look of being possessed by spirits when trying to find something the others were unable.

Nick Roman was the true power behind the team though. His black hair broken by a silver streak from a freak lightning strike when he was a kid, he was given incredible psychic abilities. Beyond simply reading peoples' minds and seeing ghosts, he could mentally tap into the spiritual and supernatural world and could bring it to the physical plane to be properly dealt with. His fingers placed on the skull of the corpse was no exception, as the caves they were in now were bathed in a neon green light that swam through each of the four of them. "I'm... I'm sensing pain... terror... loss..." He said, his eyes opening and revealing a vibrant silvery glow that sent the other men reeling back in shock, just like it did every time.

"Help... me..." Matt spoke, but his voice was paired with the echo of a woman's voice, at a much higher octave than his own. "Please..."

"Interesting. It seems we've encountered a tormented spirit." Danny observed. "A being trapped on our plane through an unfinished life, which means hers must have ended too early for her to move on."

"So, a ghost." Tristian pointed out the obviousness of Danny's assumption.

"Strictly speaking, yes." Danny nodded. "What is your name?" He asked.

"D--D--" Matt paused, a look of confusion frozen on his face.

"Is it Deanna?" Tristan asked. Matt nodded slowly. "The missing girl... I guess we found her!"

"Please... help...." He said, as the winds around them began to pick up and funnel through the caves, filling the caverns with an echoing moan that only got stronger. Danny looked up as the winds began to howl and noticed someone standing on the upper ledge, pushing a rather immense boulder toward the edge.

"Look out!" He shouted as he hurled himself into Matt and Tristian, knocking them back. Nick glanced up and saw the danger approaching and dove out of the way just as the boulder came crashing down, shattering the skeleton as it landed. Instantly the possession on Matt broke and he fell to his knee, panting for air.

"It's okay." Matt said, trying to regain his composure. "She's still here, but weakened. But unless we catch her killer, she's not gonna be able to rest, even if we bury her remains."

"Agreed." Nick nodded. "I sensed her pain, that's what's tethering her here. Her death was no accident."

"Then let's get the guy who tried to wipe us out!" Tristian announced standing up abruptly.

The four of them split off from the main group, Tristian and Nick went off on their own tunnels, while Danny and Matt took a third passageway. Not more than a hundred yards though, Matt slowed down, panting and folding over on his knees to rest a moment. Danny groaned and returned to him.

"Matt, come on. We have to catch the killer before he gets away."

"Just... just a second." He panted as he stood up and leaned against the passage wall. "WHOA!" He exclaimed as the wall suddenly gave way, sending him crashing over into it.

"Matt!" Danny rushed to him and helped him to his feet. "Astounding, you are either in tune with all nature of secrets, supernatural or not or you're the president of dumb luck. Come on."

Entering the chamber, the two of them found a set of crudely carved out steps which they jogged up, as they reached the landing, a figure came dashing into the room, suddenly coming to a halt by sliding into Matt's arms. Matt pulled back the hood to reveal an older woman with twisted blond hair and needle-thin eyebrows. She wore black lipstick and dark eyeshadow. The pair recognized her immediately.

"Emma?!" They said at the same time.

Emma Larson was the woman who hired her to find her sister Deanna after he'd gone missing, she'd grown more and more paranoid though when the investigators she hired seemed to pick up more personal details on her and her sister's lives than she'd given them. It likely came to a point where finding Deanna's remains would be inevitable and she tried to have them killed. She lunged at them, trying first to scratch Danny's face, only succeeding in knocking his glasses off. As the three of them struggled, it became apparent that Emma had somehow gained incredible strength as she pulled Matt off his feet and literally threw him off the ledge and down to the ground below. Grabbing Danny by the neck she easily hoisted him up into the air as she simultaneously squeezed it, making him gag and shake.

"You've gotten too close, Doctor Reynolds. And now... you've gone too far." She hissed at him, revealing a ghostly image of a cobra that rose from her body. The image weaved its head and began to glow red as darkness began to collapse in on Danny's oxygen deprived brain.

"Hey." Nick barely announced himself before clapping his hands over Emma's ears from behind.

Emma howled in rage, her voice suddenly growing deeper as she grabbed Nick's hands, trying to pull him apart from them. Nick's long hair flapped violently as a seemingly invisible windstorm came up and encased them both. "RELEASE ME!" She roared as she struggled against Nick's power. "I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!"

"Trust me. You're defeated." Nick said calmly, opening his eyes and ejecting a powder blue light from his body that wrapped around the cobra.

"NOOOOOO!" The demonic voice roared again as the snake shivered and vanished into the blue then evaporated.

Immediately, Emma fell to the ground panting and clutching at her head as she screamed. Soon afterward her screams stopped and she fell asleep in Nick's arms.

The sun was rising when the four of them had finished packing up to leave. As they opened the door to their hotel room, they were surprised to see Emma and the town sheriff standing behind it. She smiled. "Th-thank you for saving me." She said.

Danny peered at the officer behind her. "Is she under arrest or something?" He asked. "Because we gave our statement, she wasn't at fault for her sister's death."

The sheriff shook his head. "No, she's not under arrest. But I can't file it away just like that. It was a murder case and she has to give me her statement."

"I'll be okay." Emma said with a smile. "I just wanted to thank you all for your help. Without you, we may have never found out what happened to Deanna and... it might have made me hurt someone else."

"It was inevitable." Tristian admitted. "You were possessed by a demon of misery, it probably got off on you killing your sister... or... it killing your sister and would have eventually wanted more."

"Yeah, in the shape of a giant rock falling on our heads." Matt said, still lying on his bed. The throw had seriously injured his back and was only really getting around with Danny's assistant. "Or being hurled across a room."

Heading down to the front of the Inn, they'd found their bill had been paid in full, on top of receiving their pay for helping, they went out to their van, in the form of a Volkswagon Bus, painted black with their logo and name scrawled on each side in silver, it was an exceedingly campy car. All-leather seating though, and the team as well as their belongings fit in it fine. The van was operational, and that was all that mattered. As Tristian slid into the driver's seat he turned the van on, which activated the in-dash GPS. "You have arrived." It announced cheerfully.

"Yeah, yeah. Three days ago." Tristian rolled his eyes. "So, where to next?"

"Let's head north." Matt suggested.

"Why, do you sense something supernatural going on to the north?" Danny asked.

Matt raised an eyebrow. "No, dude. I'm just so hot right now, anywhere north would be a blessing."

The drive proved to be daunting; between the constant rumbling of the engine, to Matt's continual complaints of pain, by the time they crossed the state line, the entire group was on frayed nerves. Danny had spent a good deal of the trip with his nose shoved in his laptop, while Matt insisted on playing games on his phone. Nick was sitting with his eyes closed, he looked like he was sleeping, but the others figured he was probably meditating silently instead. Around two o'clock, Tristian took an exit off the highway, rousing the attention of everyone else.

"Where are we going? We've still got half a tank of gas." Danny observed.

"It's been almost nine hours of straight driving." Tristian scowled as his fingers clutched even harder at the steering wheel. "If I don't get something with caffeine in it soon, I am *not* going to be a happy camper!"

Turning down a dirt road suddenly turned the van into a rocking fest. Unsettled, Nick opened his eyes. "Tristian, could you watch where you're driving?" He looked around. "Where are we?"

"Coming up on a town called... Kindred. That's quaint."

"A town?" Danny asked. "It's more like a township, how many people do you think live here? Eighty?"

As the van came up over a stone bridge that went over a small river that trickled past the town, they could see it; not a very modern place, they could see men in suits and women in dresses and bonnets as they drove through the border. It didn't seem to stir their attention to see an automobile though, as a few of them looked up, only for clearance to cross the intersections.

"So what do you think? Amish, or the land that time forgot?" Matt asked looking out his window at the people passing by and staring back at him."

"Hoping neither." Tristian admitted. "I need a coffee or a soda."

"I'm sure they can... churn you some butter." Matt teased.

"There's something unsettling here." Nick said, crossing his arms and looking around.

"Supernatural?" Danny's attention was piqued suddenly.

"No." Nick shook his head. "Just... eerie. It's surprisingly lacking in supernatural it seems." He shivered. "Maybe it's just... too normal."

"Oh." Danny retreated back into the passenger seat.

"I could really use an ice pack or something." Matt complained. "If we find a store, you think you can grab one for me?"

"Sure."

"And here we are." Danny said, his eyes widening at the sight.

The building was marked crudely on a wooden sign as "GENERAL STORE" and looked like it covered maybe a one thousand square foot section on the corner of the main road. As they pulled up alongside it, Danny and Nick both got out of the car with Tristian, leaving Matt alone in the vehicle.

The store was well lit, among a skylight above that poured sunlight into the building, neon lights flooded the six aisles that served as the grocery portion of the store. It seemed modern enough as Danny and Nick made their way through the store, Tristian approached the counter with a pleasant smile, opposing the old man behind the counter with a bald head and a sour expression on his face. His eyes brightened as the man approached. "Welcome to Kindred." He proclaimed, reaching his hand forward and taking Tristian's into a firm shake. "What can I get for you today?"

"I didn't really see anything, I'm actually hoping to buy a cup of coffee."

"Sure. I can make you a cup, you just want a plain black coffees? Or one of those espresso, latte, chai drinks that kids are raving about these days?"

"Just a coffee with three creams." Tristian said politely as he leaned against the counter. "I've never heard of this place before, Kindred. It's a nice name."

"Thanks. The town's been in working order since nineteen-oh-eight." He said. "But it was founded back in the early sixteen-hundreds."

"Early sixteen hundreds huh? That was during the time of the Salem Witch Trials and such." Tristian always tried to impress others with historical knowledge, and often ended up falling flat on his face. "So, have you had anything supernatural happen around here?"

"Supernatural?"

"Well, you know. Unexplained things, ghosts, ghouls, zombies?" He paused at the vacant expression. "Vampires? Werewolves?"

"I know what those are, but I'm not sure I understand why you're asking--" He paused and looked at Tristian's uniform. "Ooooohh! You're that... that uh--team of supernatural experts... The ahh... uhh..."

"Psychonatural." Tristian finished he sentence.

"That's it! Wow. Our own visiting celebrities."

"What did you do now, Tristian?" Danny said with a sigh as he and Nick returned to the counter.

"Well if it isn't the whole team. Where's your... your other guy... Mutt?"

"Matt." The three answered at once. "He's outside." Nick concluded.

"Right. 'Matt' your little mascot." The old man smiled as he collected the snacks the men had gathered. "Okay the total comes to seven-twelve." He paused. "Oh say, that's spooky. That's my birthday! July twelfth. Does that make it su-super... natural?"

"No, it just makes it a coincidence." Danny said, picking up the bag. "Have a good day, sir."

The three of them were arguing all the way out to the van, Matt was half asleep and partly woken by the bickering as they got in. "We're not supposed to just advertise who we are anywhere we go." Danny said to Tristian. "Seriously, we'll start getting reports of cats climbing trees and committing suicide as being a supernatural event."

"Well that would be kind of bizarre." Nick added as the engine roared to life and they started to drive away.

"It's not like I was advertising. He noticed my shirt and put two and two together."

"That was after you asked him if there had been any supernatural events in the area." Danny groaned. "If you ask me, this is the most un-supernatural city I've ever seen."

"Hey. Maybe that means it's not." Matt said, sitting up and getting a dumbfounded look from Danny and Nick. "Nah, I'm serious. Sometimes things are much more obvious when they aren't, you know? Maybe all this... normalcy is just a front for supernatural happenings."

"You know what they call that, Matt?" Tristian asked. "Paranoia. Now go back to sleep."

"Dude, where's my ice pack?"

There was a long roll in Tristian's eyes as he groaned. "Man, I totally forgot about that, Matt. I'm sorry." He said. "Look, next town I'll get you that and a big time ice cream cone to make up for it, alright?" As he said this, the car started its trip over the bridge out of the town and suddenly, the engine let out a loud clattering noise, causing the van to stop and the power to turn off. "Aw, what now?" He asked as he tried to turn over the car, only to hear the engine chug and try to turn over, but die again. After a couple of attempts, the van simply clicked as the key was turned over. "Great." He sighed.

"What is it?" Nick asked.

"My engine just died, what do you think?"

"Nothing surprising, haven't you been talking about getting the van tuned up anyway?"

After pushing the car off the road, the four returned to the town, which oddly enough hadn't really altered its routine. They didn't have to look far to find a garage and have their vehicle towed back.

"Looks like it's the alternator." The slim man said, half-cocked, leaning against the hood of the car. "We can get you a replacement, but it won't be here for a couple days.

"A couple of days? Great. Now what?" Tristian ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Hey, relax." Matt said. "We're between jobs right now, maybe we earned a couple days vacation in a nice, normal place."

"I'm telling you right now this isn't normal." He hissed at the ginger-haired man. "How much is this going to cost us?"

"If I get the part shipped overnight, it'll be about two hundred and eighty."

"Two hundred and... okay thanks. I think we'll find a place that won't try to gouge us."

"I wouldn't do that." The man said, sliding his fingers along his pencil-thin mustache.

"Why not?" Danny asked.

"Well, you might be able to get it cheaper from Otto's Auto Parts, but they're about eighty miles away. You'll end up paying double what I'm offering just to get your van out there to get a part he might have to order too."

"Ugh, fine!" Tristian said. "You win..."

Later, after leaving the garage, Matt spoke up, glancing ahead at a forest that seemed to follow the town's odd road mapping. The woods seemed to stand out from the surrounding area, though it was between the rivers that split around the borders of the town there didn't seem to be much vegetation on either side. "So, I'd been reading what I can about the town online." He said. "Kindred has more of a town history than you were telling me the man at the store told you. It was established in sixteen twenty-six as a town, but there were a few marks in the history books that don't add up. Fifty years after it was established, surrounding townships and populations were hit with a big epidemic. They weren't sure if it was small pocks, or diphtheria, but it eradicated almost thirty-seven hundred people in a six hundred mile radius, leaving Kindred virtually untouched. And look at it now, it's like we're sixty years back in time here."

"It can all be attributed to isolation." Danny said, patting Matt on the head condescendingly. "This town seems to be its own quarantine zone. They probably don't get many visitors here, the people seem genuinely happy and healthy. Not everything has to be supernatural."

"And what profession are you in?" Matt asked.

"So, what are you getting at Matt? This town is so normal-so natural, that it has to be supernatural?" Nick suggested.

"Exactly!"

"You can't be seriously considering that." Tristian said. "I'm usually all gung-ho about this sort of thing, but even that idea's ridiculous."

"I just heard the guy who runs this town lives in the middle of that forest glade." He said, pointing toward the woods off in the distance. "All I'm saying is that we go check him out, make sure that he's on the up-and-up. You know?"

"That is the craziest thing I've ever heard." Tristian put a hand on his forehead.

"But he usually has a sense about these things." Nick suggested. "Perhaps we should just humor him. He's never wrong."

"It's completely illogical. Why would we go bother this guy without a reason?" Danny asked.

Nick shrugged. "To give him reason not to be bothered?"

"I know we're going to regret this." Tristian sighed.

The afternoon hung in the sky as the four of them made their way across town toward the mysterious forest beyond the border. The town had been built between two rivers, which perfectly bordered it and the citizens further protected it by adding in an elaborate system of rocky half-fence borders. As they walked, Danny and Nick each took turns investigating the wall, which seemed to be consistent in its form all the way down the border. The system of fences that broke off from the main only varied slightly depending on direction.

"This is fascinating." Danny said. "The border fence is consistently thirty stone high, every top stone is red, then gray at the very center. The only time this changes is when we come across a fence that stretches the other direction." He pondered. "It is quite a feat to maintain such a design. It's as if it were planned."

The fence ended abruptly as they approached the forest, within the thick trees, the outlines of some kind of house could be seen in the distance, which the dirt trail led up to. As the four of them made their way up, Matt noticed something else. "Hey look." He said, pointing past the tree line. "It's another village."

Indeed there were more constructs past the woods, similarly stretched between the same too rivers, Danny looked behind them and then forward again. "It isn't another village, it's Kindred still. The township appears to be separated by this forest. This man must be in a place of great power, very peculiar for normal people."

"You see? I told you I think something's going on here."

"Let's not go that far, just yet. I'd like to see this man's house." Danny explained firmly.

As they continued up the trail, they finally reached a large mansion just past the exiting treeline in the middle of a glade. It was older, a Victorian style mansion with a high roof and a sprawling three floor building. Marble statues and fountains that apparently no longer ran decorated the front yard, and as they approached, they found a set of stairs that curved up and around toward the front of the house itself. As they climbed, they could see that the fountain at the center of the stair cove had been long out of service, to the point where mildew and rust showed prominently in the bottom. As they reached the top of the stairs, the lawn itself was flattened, aside from a few shrubs near the building, it looked like it was lazily maintained with a lawn mower. Dead patches were strewn throughout the lawn and Danny cringed. "Who does his lawn? Freddy Krueger?" He asked.

"Let's just talk to the guy and not question his garden work, alright?" Tristian said as they climbed the considerably shorter staircase to the front door. He rang the bell, which then echoed through the house. There was a long pause and Tristian took the large knocker and banged it against the door a few times until suddenly it opened, making all four of them jump back.

"Whoa, that was weird." Matt said nervously.

"Hello? Hellooooo?" Tristian called into the house and only heard his echo coming back at him. He shrugged. "I guess no one's home."

"Maybe we should come back tonight." Nick said. "Something is making my senses tingle here."

"All the more reason to go in now." Matt said.

"You're pretty energized about this." Tristian said. "Usually we've got to drag you along."

Matt shrugged. "I don't know... I just think that if we walk away now, we might never find this place again."

"Okay. Now you're playing the "sense" card again." Nick noted. "That's my deal, you may be right on supernatural instincts you have, Matt. But remember I'm the one who can read your mind..." There was a short pause as he turned to the others. "But in this case he's right."

Tristian stood for a moment staring at the others before excitedly and sarcatically proclaiming "Well let's do this then!" and he was the first one to enter the house.

The inside of the mansion seemed a lot darker than it did on the outside. Matt was the last one to enter before the door slammed shut behind him, making him jump forward. "What was that?!" He asked, putting his hand on his chest.

"The thrill of adventure." Danny facetiously remarked as he smirked and continued after the others. "Isn't it exciting?"

Matt frowned at this, he was such a coward sometimes, and he couldn't get his heart to settle down at all as they walked into the main room and looked at a grand flight of stairs that led up, and then split off, each side going to a different level above them. The carpeting leading up to the stairs was a red velvet, but the stairs themselves and the floor surrounding the carpet looked like a dark mahogany wood.

"Maaaaatt..." A voice lured Matt's attention, and he spotted something moving out of the way of the door.

"Hey--hey guys?"

The others turned toward him. "What is it now? A run in your socks?" Danny asked, causing the others to laugh.

"No, I just--just..." He stopped mid sentence and pondered the idea of bagging a ghost or something on his own. "It's nothing." He explained. "Nothing at all."

As soon as the others turned away and started toward the stairs again, Matt moved quickly toward the partly opened door and stepped through it. As he passed through, he didn't notice the door slowly closing behind him. "Hello?" He asked as he moved further toward the back of the room, where he noticed a fireplace and a large sofa sitting a few feet from it. Placing his fingers on it, he could feel that the back was a soft fabric, like velvet or velour. The front seemed to be made out of leather and as his hand slid along it he recognized that it had a wooden construct as well, some of the frame on the arms seemed to be exposed as a dark wood. But he found it odd that no one was in here, he was sure he'd seen.

Suddenly, the fireplace ignited, creating a 'woosh' noise that blew Matt's hair back. He jumped away from it, and crashed onto the couch, and just out of his range of vision he saw something move and before he could do anything he was grabbed by a man who couldn't have possibly been human. He was nude, the firelight glowed off his muscular frame as it threw shadows over him by standing in between Matt and the flames. He had yellow eyes, which cast an eerie glow on their own as he dragged a set of long fingernails down Matt's torso. Covered in an impossible layer of hair that was indistinguishable from fur, Matt trembled, his eyes locking with the creature's who soaked in all of his fright.

"You are pretty wild at heart." He said as his face brushed against Matt's cheek, a long, wet tongue lapped at his neck as the man grasped the arm of the couch and he gasped in shock. "Obsessed with... wild things, you have an inner animal that's just dying to escape." He chuckled deeply. "Go on, touch me, I won't bite... unless that's something you are into."

"Wh-who... are you?" Matt whimpered.

"Everything you desire." The beast said, his claws dragging a bit harder against Matt's clothes now. "I am anything you want..."

"A-and if I want a turkey sandwich?"

The beast's hand drew lower, and he grinned as he encountered a wanting erection in his trousers. "Something tells me, that a turkey sandwich isn't on your mind at the moment." He said, his fingers clutched at the zipper of Matt's pants and dragged it down, causing his cock to spring out suddenly. "Eager, aren't we?" He said as he wrapped his tongue around the shaft and brought his head down against it.

The heat was intense, Matt gasped and bucked slightly as his hands came to rest on the beast's furry back. "AHH!" He cried out as his lurching erection bounced a bit and grazed the beast's teeth. The beast's other claw slid along the buttons of Matt's shirt, effortlessly severing each one as it slid past until Matt's shirt fell open. He moaned madly as the beast's claw softly raked against the flesh on his chest as his tongue worked from the base of Matt's balls to the tip of his shaft. He was twitching madly now.

"The master will give you this pleasure, Matt." The beast's voice entered Matt's mind as his mouth was occupied otherwise. "All you have to do is be his, and you can always have me like this..."

Flexing his muscles a bit, the beast lifted his maw from Matt's lap and placed his feet onto the couch adjusting his balance, the creature moaned and snarled as he lowered himself onto the shaft, Matt winced and cried out in short bursts as he felt himself penetrate the beast. Leaning back against the back of the couch he gasped and moaned, feeling the tightness of the beast's ass engulf him, the thick shaft rubbing against his chest as the beast lunged forward and fell back in an almost horizontal circle. Matt placed his hands on the beast's hips whining and moaning as he guided the man up and down in a circular motion. The creature's claw fell on Matt's chest and dragged down, this time breaking skin. "Give in to the master..." He said, just as Matt was feeling a climax coming on.

Just as suddenly as he was there, the beast had vanished and Matt found himself alone again. The fireplace didn't appear to have been lit, and his clothes were still in one piece, now wet on the inside though from his lustful excitement. Groaning, Matt placed a hand on his head as he got up again. "The... master?" He recalled as he walked to the door that led back out into the main hall and found that it was locked. "Must find... the master." He staggered off in another direction, aimlessly searching for another way out of the room.

"Hey! Where's Matt?" Tristian asked as he looked behind him, realizing Matt hadn't joined them on the staircase. Danny and Nick both looked as well as Tristian made his way down the steps. "Matt? Matt! Where are you?" He scoffed and looked at the others. "Hey guys, check out the Scooby Doo reference. AHHH!" His shriek turned real as a small opening cracked and gave way under Tristian's feet. Danny and Nick looked at each other and ran to investigate.

Trisitan hit a cold metal slide and found himself barrelling downward before being dumped into what looked like an old, creepy cellar. He coughed and dusted himself off, watching clouds form around him as he pursed his lips and tried to wave and clear the air. It looked like a crypt he found himself in, cobwebs draped everywhere high on the ceilings, and the floor was almost indistinguishable from the amount of dust and old debris that was on it.

"Tristian! Are you alright down there?!" He could hear Danny's voice echoing.

"Yeah! I think so!" He shouted back, peering up through the opening he'd shot out of. "But it doesn't look like I'll be able to go back the way I came."

"Danny and I will head down to you then."

"No, don't." He told Nick. "I'm fine, I think I just dropped into the basement or something. I'll just find the stairs and I'll head back up. Keep checking out the house, will you?"

"Alright." Nick called down. "Just be careful. Whoever lives here is trying to separate us and--" The voice echo cut off abruptly.

"Hello? Nick?" Tristian backed up from the chute's exit and as he watched it closed above him. "Nick! Danny! If you can hear me I'll be up s--OOF!" He grunted as he backed into something hard and large.

Turning around, Tristian was gazing into the exposed, pierced nipples of a massive man in a leather harness. He gasped as he sized him up. The man was at least a foot taller than he was, and about the same wider than him. He wore a leather loincloth and chaps underneath, a black cap tilted down over his radiant blue eyes. A scruffy gray and brown beard hugged his face, but hair on the rest of his body was fairly minimal as a lot of it was covered in tattoos. Before Tristian could say anything, the man lifted a heavy boot and shoved him back against the wall. As his hands hit the bricks he felt his wrists trapped by cuffs as the man stepped closer, aggressively he struck a riding crop into his left palm, the snapping sound echoed for a moment and made Tristian cringe.

"That tighten your pucker there, Tristian." He growled.

"N-no..." Tristian lied.

"You will call me..." He pressed the crop under Tristian's chin, pushing it upward. "Sir." Suddenly, there was the sound of loud clanking metal, and the cuffs on Tristian's arms pulled up, making him shriek as he was lifted into the air by them. Hanging there, the man chuckled as he approached and dragged the riding crop along Tristian's leg, an obvious bulge was tented against the front of his pants. "I know you Tristian. I know you, better than your friends do. You're a leader, you always know what to say, how to act. But you've always desired being controlled, being dominated for once!"

"That's ridiculous!" Tristian objected, then screamed aloud as the riding crop struck his backside.

"You forgot to use the right word!"

"AHH! That's ridiculous, sir!" Tristian gasped as the crop then tapped his backside. He struck it again. "AH! What was that for?!"

"For good measure. I kind of like how your ass sounds when I hit it." Reaching up, he grabbed the back of Tristian's pants and pulled downward. Thankfully the button popped before any damage could be done to the front of him. His pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles and the man tugged them off along with Tristian's boots which fell heavily to the floor. The feeling of the man's hand grabbing his ass and a slow moan exiting his lungs was followed by a swift crop smack to the exposed cheeks. "Very nice, I love a good set of cheeks on my boys." He said. His hand reached up and grabbed Tristian's balls for a moment as he then growled and buried his face between Tristian's ass cheeks, dragging his tongue loudly along the crevice from taint to hole. "You liking this attention, boy?" He asked angrily.

"Y-Yes..."

"YES WHAT?!"

"Y-Yes sir!" Tristian cried out lustily.

The man continued to force his tongue past the ring of Tristian's ass, again and again, forcing it to conform to the thickness to the size as Tristian noticed him playing with himself, getting hard, getting himself ready.

Suddenly, the chains released themselves and Tristian fell to the floor, landing with his ass in the air and his arms chained back behind him as he spotted one of the man's boots tapping expectantly at his face. Quickly, Tristian began to lick the boot, tasting its thick leathery hide, smelling it as his spit polished the black shiny again. "You want to play with me, boy?" The man teased, dragging his cock between Tristian's cheeks and making him cry out impatiently.

"Ye-yes sir! I want you!"

The man grinned. "Mmmm good, I want you too, but you're going to have to please the master before we get to play. Give yourself to him, body and soul, and he will give you everything..." He felt like he was ready to penetrate Tristian, Tristian closed his eyes and waited for it, but then nothing came.

Opening his eyes, Tristian found himself cowering on the floor in the same position, but his clothes were still on him, his arms were freed, but still he wanted to give in, still he wanted to find this 'master' and submit to him... but where to find him? Slowly, Tristian got to his feet again and began to search for a way up out of the basement.

"Someone is trying to separate us." Danny said.

"So it would seem." Nick agreed. "Let's be careful and stay together."

The two of them made it to the top of the stairs, and immediately were stricken by a stream of cold air as they entered the narrow hallway. "Danny..." Nick whispered. "Did you notice as soon as we entered the house that the outside seemed to get dark?"

"Come to think of it, I did." Danny replied. "But for the life of me I don't know why I didn't mention it. That in itself seems..."

"Supernatural?" Nick suggested with a smirk, which was immediately cut off by a thick, metal wall that shot up from the floor between them.

Danny flew back against the wall. "Niiiiiick!" He howled out as the wall gave way and spun around, depositing him directly on the other side.

Music was blaring on this side of the wall, it was loud enough for Danny to cover his ears as he looked up to a full-blown rave going on, there were at least fifty men that crowded the room, all naked or practically naked as lights strobed across the dance floor and people drinking from shot glasses and thin martini glasses either danced or otherwise socialized at the bar across the way. Just then, a man about matching Danny's build hooked an arm under his and helped him to his feet.

"Are you alright?!" He shouted above the music.

"Yes... I think so." Danny answered, still confused as he was led across the floor to the bar, it was then he noticed the men behind the bar, one blatantly giving the bartender a blowjob while a second behind him was dragging his cock along a naked ass. Danny blushed and turned to the man who had helped him up;

The man looked to be in his twenties, if not younger. Deep lines of mascara lined his eyelashes along with a fall of glitter, his lips and cheeks were made up, and his ragtop hairstyle fell over his eyes, which he quickly brushed aside to talk. "You looked like you could use a little help!" He shouted. "Here, you also look like you could loosen up a little." He said, handing Danny a glass of a blue liquid.

"No... no thanks, I don't drink!" Danny shouted above the music.

"Come on, it's fresh off the tap." The man said as he brought the glass down next to the bartender, who let out a cry and suddenly shot a stream of cum into the liquid, turning it into a swirling ghost-like figure at the center. "You've got to loosen up Danny!" He said. "The pressure of always being the level-headed genius gets to you on occasion. There's a piece of your heart buried way, way down deep that wants to lose all those inhibitions and just break free!" He handed him the glass again.

"You are attempting to delay me for some reason. What is your purpose here?" Danny asked.

The man clicked his tongue and smiled. "So analytical." He said as he shoved his weight into Danny and sent him leaning back over the bar a bit as the man's lips met his briefly before he whispered only so Danny could hear him. "What do you wanna do to me, right here, right now?"

Danny tried to push him away, but didn't put a lot of effort into it. "I want to get back to my friends." He resisted.

"And so you will." He said as he reached over and took the glass. "As soon as you take a drink, I'll show you where your friends will be found."

"You promise me?"

The man smiled. "I promise."

Danny glared, then threw the drink handed to him away, smashing it against the wall. His smug grin turned sour though when the man smiled. "That's it! Feels good, doesn't it? Just to defy a logical solution to try and thwart me?" His hands raked hard against Danny's shirt, and in a swift pull, he ripped it open, revealing the man's torso. "Let it loose, let it all loose Danny." He said, leaning closer.

Danny couldn't resist, the sudden temptation was too strong grabbing the back of the man's head, he suddenly found himself ramming his tongue down his throat. The other man moaned seductively as he pulled Danny's shirt back and let it fall to the floor, then swiftly unfastened his belt, he pulled it apart and began to grind his member against Danny's swiftly lifting a leg to tempt him. Danny wasted no time as he pressed his fingers into the man's hole and felt his warmth on the tips. He moaned, and Danny grabbed at him lustily. The musical beat had drowned away, and he was well aware that everyone around was watching him brutally finger his companion at the bar, his cheeks flushed with warmth as his fingers freely wore the hole loose around them. He panted as he threw the man forward over the bar and stepped out of his pants before pushing his shaft deep into him.

"AHHH! Yes! Yes!" The other man cried out, throwing himself over the bar. "Danny, don't hold back, fuck me! AHHH!"

Danny didn't care that people were watching, he didn't care that they were staring at him fucking a total stranger over the bar, he didn't want to stop, he wanted to keep going, he wanted everyone to watch him dominate him... he wanted to dominate them all!

Suddenly, the room fell dark and silent. Danny found himself lying on the floor from where he'd fallen, and he'd had the thickest erection he'd ever felt pressing against his pants. "Go to the master..." He could hear the boy's voice in his head. "Prove yourself to him and you can have me..."

Nick quietly walked alone through the second floor of the mansion, glancing around the corners on occasion to see what was in the adjoining rooms, disappointed he continued onward. Matt, Tristian, Danny... somehow he felt that they were all now prisoners of the mysterious owner of this house. As he approached another stairway he could see that fog had littered the floor, giving the room a cooler, noticeably creepier feeling. As he climbed the steps and came to a large door that led into the attic, Nick took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Most of the attic space was obscured by the fog that filled it, Nick noticed immediately that his feet and ankles had been lost beneath the impenetrable cloud. The beams made an archway into the attic, matching the pointed nature of the roof as seen from outside, and in the center was the man, most likely responsible for separating them and trapping them here. He appeared to be normal, a head of blond hair, brushed over the side and drawn about shoulder length in the back. After a moment, he acknowledged Nick's presence and turned around, he was dressed in a black cape that draped over his body, completely concealing himself under it. His face was like that of a friendly neighbor, he wore a smile that seemed warm and inviting, his eyes were blue as crystals and his smile broadened as he noticed the man behind him.

"Ah, Nick. Such a pleasure to meet you at last." He said. "The power of your team, aren't you? I am Simon Townsend, welcome to my home."

"You've taken my friends from me." Nick said as he approached, careful not to get too close though. "I want them back."

"Oh, of course." He gestured a hand toward the window at the back of the room, which burst open. Instantly a creature leapt into view and landed with a crouch; his crimson red, glowing eyes almost dimmed as a lighting strike from behind him illuminated the room, he turned and snarled at it as the thunder rolled afterward. He was naked, in this position, his cock almost dragged across the ground. His features were distorted, his snout turned back some to give a very wolf-like impersonation. His long ears fell back as he approached Simon, his lean appearance was quite deceiving as the impression of his identity sifted through Nick's mind.

"Matt?" He asked. "Agh... what has he done to you?"

"I've set him free." Simon said as his fingers slowly stroked Matt's head. "The man with a timid, joking heart, finally growing wild and beyond the roots he's laid before him all his life? He's always had a passion to simply break free and bring out the animal inside."

From the other side, Tristian came into view, but he was also not very recognizable. He was dressed in nothing but a leather harness, a collar and a pair of chaps. His nipples, freshly pierced still showed evidence of dried blood along his chest as he leaned in. Simon took a finger through the ring on his collar and pulled him in for a kiss. "Tristian, a leader, someone to look up to, has always desired to break the mold and to be controlled himself." He wrapped his fingers around one of Tristian's nipple rings and tugged, making him moan. "He's also quite adept to enjoying pain, a remarkable feature." He chuckled. "And Danny..."

Nick hadn't even seen Danny who came up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist and around Nick's neck before hoisting him up, Nick cried "Hey!" But Danny didn't even appear to listen. Nick could feel the length of warm flesh squish between his legs as he tried to free himself, but only to find himself pressed down onto the floor in between all three of his friends, who loomed down over him.

"Danny was always so reserved, he always took logic and followed what everyone else told him to do. He's found out how to release his inhibitions..." As he spoke, Matt and Tristian quickly worked to remove Nick's boots and his pants, while Danny, sitting on his chest pulled Nick's shirt off. "You see? I've found a place for all of them, leaving only you."

"Yeah? Well... you won't fool me!" Nick exclaimed.

"I already have you figured out." Simon said as he approached, peeling off his cloak and revealing a thick, muscular body beneath the fabric as he walked over to Nick naked. "You've always been the power of the group, the core of revealing the supernatural, and no one's ever challenged it. He ushered Danny out of the way and dropped upon Nick's chest. "No one has ever challenged your power at all... until now."

"You wont be able to do anything!" Nick exclaimed as Simon placed his fingers on his forehead. "I won't let you!"

"You won't have a choice..." Simon said with a grin, as the world swimming into Nick's eyes began to glow white.

The white cleared with Simon the others over him. His arms and legs were held fast to the floor, it was as if he was paralyzed. Danny and Tristian were kissing as they assisted each other with their thick erections. Tristian let out a cry of lust as Danny's tongue trailed along his neck and bit firmly down on the flesh at the end of the trail. His hands grabbed Tristian's ass as they kissed, meanwhile his cock was so aroused now that floods of precum forced their way to the surface and were now dripping down between them, onto the attic floor. Danny was getting thoroughly into this too, as he opened his mouth and practically pried Tristian's open with his tongue. Looming over him was the greatest shock though as Matt, in his most wild werewolf form was in the process of being mounted by Simon. As he realized this, he watched Matt's cock swish back and forth like a metronome. The human hands pressed against his chest, then the human arms that embraced it only intensified the differences between the man and beast above him. Matt howled incessantly as he threw his weight back into Simon's cock, the balls of the human only served to slap those of the werewolf every time they collided. Nick struggled to free himself from the invisible bindings on the floor as splashes of precum from Matt's tip splashed onto his face, intensifying the experience.

"M-Master! Ahhh!" Matt cried out as his nails dug into the boards as his claws came down hard on either side of Nick's head.

"Yes... yes give into your wild heart, Matt! Give in to me!" Simon's nails began to dig into Matt's fur-covered flesh as Nick could pick up the sensory that he was feeding the werewolf. Out, then in again then out, and then in much harder as Matt howled and turned his head up and rolled it around slowly in intense pleasure.

Nick tried to fight back the lust, but the smell the taste of cum as it splashed on his lips was so overwhelming that he was at attention almost immediately after noticing the two of them. "Yes... yes!" Simon strained as he rocked into Matt again and suddenly he let out a cry that was only rivaled when Matt let out his melodious howl, suddenly covering Nick in a wash of werewolf seed. Nick gagged and grunted, trying not to breathe in the musk, but his will was weakening, and Simon knew it. "Oh... very nice, very nice." Simon said as he pulled his cock clear of the werewolf's ass. Matt crumbled off his arms and collapsed almost directly on top of Nick panting. "Why don't you help clean Nick up, Matt? I will return.

"M-Matt. Can you hear me?" Nick gasped and wriggled as Matt's long tongue began to lick across the length of his body, cleaning the cum that had coated him so heavily. A few drops had fallen from his shaft, and Matt also decided to lick that area as well. "Ah god... Matt, don-don't do that."

He watched as Simon walked over to Tristan and Danny. With a hand he separated them and Tristian fell to a crouch before Danny, taking his shaft he wrapped his lips around it and began to drive it all the way to the hilt down his mouth and into his throat. Briefly, Danny and Simon locked lips, lustily tangling their tongues around each other before Simon moved behind Tristian. Nick was surprised Simon was still hard as a rock, as the man flicked his shaft a few times, letting it bounce a bit before placing it against Tristian's ass and pushing inward. Tristian let out a gurgled cry and moaned as Simon forcibly pushed himself all the way in, spitroasting the man in leather as his fingers clutched at the faint layer of leather as he fucked Tristian good and deep. Their lips tangled again as Simon and Danny worked to synchronize their thrusts, turning Tristian into an accordian between them. Done with his cleaning, Matt growled and grabbed Nick, pulling him into a lustful kiss. The warmth that enveloped Nick gave him a sense of comfort, and peace. His body jerked involuntarily, but he couldn't move still. Matt's body scooted up some and he laid back on Nick's cock. It was a moist, used sensation, but the werewolf was still quite tight as he seated himself on it and Nick slipped into him so very easily.

Matt let out a growl and moaned as he slowly made his way up and down on Nick's shaft. Nick gasped and panted, trying to resist the needy werewolf's demands. Claws scratched down Nick's body as Matt picked up the pace.

Across the room, Simon grinned as he watched Matt have his fun. He almost wasn't paying attention when he felt Tristian shake under him and suddenly cum from the fucking. Danny grinned at him and then turned his gaze back to his master. "Master, please... fuck me." He said as he slipped his shaft from Tristian's mouth and then fell to his knees and turned to expose himself to his master. Tristian gasped as Simon pulled out of him and immediately penetrated Danny's ass. Danny cried out in pleasure as he stroked himself, Tristian took it upon himself to lap his tongue through his master's cheeks, enjoying the taste of his master's warm hole despite being spent himself.

"Danny... I'm close..." Simon admitted. "Give yourself to me, devote yourself to me as your brothers in arms have... ahhhhh!"

"Yes... yes I give myself to you, master." Danny said. "You are the only one who will pene-penetrate me.... AHHH! FUCK!" He cried out suddenly, immediately spending his load hard into the floor. His cheeks tightened, his hole clenched and it caused Simon to immediately give in as well.

As they finished, Simon pulled himself, still achingly hard from Danny's hole, a long string of cum drooled on the floor as he walked over to Matt and Nick. Nick was so close, so very close to cumming that he found Matt's sudden departure a tease. Simon grinned as he crouched down and ran his tongue along the man's balls. "Mmmm... I can see you're getting into this."

"I'll n-never give in." Nick panted.

"Even on the edge you still deny it." He said as Matt and Danny lifted Nick's legs.

"Matt... Danny, please remember..." He panted "Don't let him do this..."

"You will be most fun." Simon grinned as he began to press his cock into Nick's hole.

"Nooo!" Nick cried out, panting as his shaft arched and twitched violently in response.

"It would seem that your body is saying "yes"." Simon said with a grin as he thrust downward, plunging deep into Nick's hole. "This lack of power, this sense of helplessness... this is what you desire, this will make you mine.

"N-no... I... I can't!" Nick resisted the cries in his mind. He gritted his teeth as he felt Simon thrust in, then pull out, and penetrate again, over and over. The feelings of helplessness flooded into Nick's mind, nothing but buzzing existed, he couldn't forget the feeling as his body went warm and Simon exploded into him for the first time. "M-Master!" He cried out.

This went on for many hours, until the early hours of the morning. Simon dominating each of them, again and again while at the same time, letting them play with each other in a variety of ways. Having each given in to their own weakness, they all grew further and further under his power, to a point where they wouldn't be able to live without him...

The sunlight filtering into the window woke Nick, who jolted awake, suddenly unsure what happened the night before. "Matt? Tristian? Danny?" He asked, looking around and seeing that they too were normal looking. No werewolves or leather sluts in sight. Putting a hand on his forehead, Nick found the memories of his dream fading fast as the sun filled his mind with the ideas of the new day. Slowly, the others roused from a deep sleep as well.

"Hey..." Matt yawned and stretched. "Man, did I sleep good last night."

"As did I." Danny said. "Strange, I had a weird dream, but I can't really recall the details now."

"Same here." Tristian said. "Weren't we supposed to go check out that mansion yesterday? Did we even go?"

"I don't think so." Nick noted. "I just know I'm ready to get out of here."

As if on cue, there was a ring on the hotel phone, which Danny immediately picked up. "Hello? Yes. Very good." He pulled his covers off, and silently discovered he was naked. Nick swore for just a moment, he saw the image of a leather hat on Danny's ass. Then as Matt and Tristian got up, they respectively had a wolf's paw, and a whip imprinted as well, as if they'd gotten tattoos. Nick meant to check for one on him, but it just as quickly slipped his mind.

"Great." Danny smiled. "The van's fixed, the guy said we can come down and pick it up, he even said someone paid our bill for us, so we're clear!"

"Who would do that?" Tristian asked.

"I don't know. But that's some great hospitality I'd say."

"Maybe that's why they call this place Kindred." Nick joked.

As they dressed, Matt and Tristian both were clothed enough to leave the room at the same time. As Danny and Nick finished getting ready, Danny's hand found a firm grip on Nick's ass. Nick grunted and moaned as Danny's tongue grazed Nick's neck, and his finger shoved hard and deep into his ass. "So, when are you and me going to have our fun?" He said.

"No-not yet." Nick whispered. "I don't think we need to tell them about us just yet..."

Simon grinned as he watched Nick and Danny through a mirror that overlooked the entire town below his mansion. Casually the two of them completed getting dressed and headed out of the room. He chuckled and rubbed his hands together. "Go, my children. Have your fun, and spread my power to the rest of the world, you won't know it, but you will feed my power. He pondered in the direction of Nick and Danny. "You two will be the pinnacle of my power, your existing love sate my lust the most... lure as many victims as you can into my power!"

Back at the van, Nick crawled into the back seat and Danny returned to the front passenger seat. "So? Where are we headed?" Tristian asked.

"How about Chicago?" Matt suggested, the others turned to him, and he grinned. "I hear it's a wild town."

THE END