21 CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: FIRST STRIKE

A year is past and now I am ready to start my crusade. All those who tried to kill me that night would suffer dearly for their actions. As for Isabelle I might or might not let her live. Let her conscience punish her instead. But for you my sister I will make you suffer as I have suffered. Nothing can prevent the punishment that has been designed for you.

The first victim was Agnes. There was no particular reason why I chose her first. Maybe it's because I knew she would be the easiest to kill.

Agnes was a 'big' girl in the literary sense of the word. She had big tits, a big ass and a big mouth. She also had a crush on my sister and me. At first I didn't understand why she participated in the attack but I guess she felt if she had one then she didn't the other.I knew Vera sometimes played dirty with her but I never had the time. Well I could start today. Time is on my side.

I phoned her at where she worked as a secretary in some chap's cheap office. She had got the job strictly by giving her boss quality time during a charade of an interview. Agnes was someone who didn't know what the word shame meant even when her perverted employer sodomized her with a select range of office implements.

So I booked a date with her for the evening and I drove to the venue on time to pick her up. She was wearing a tight dress that offset her lascivious figure to heart stopping effect.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I set off down the road.

"To where we all used to meet."

"Why there? You know we don't like going there ever since the incident."

"Trust me, Darling, where's your sense of adventure?"

She giggled nervously but I could see she was getting agitated. Eventually I parked the car at a remote spot near the marshland.

"For goodness sake" squealed Agnes, "What are we doing here? Let's leave this place!"

I turned to look at her. The look in my eyes froze her.

"Don't you know the sins of the past will always haunt us?" I said slowly, deliberately, "And most times they destroy our future."

Agnes didn't understand but her terror visibly increased.

"Vera, what's wrong with you? She wailed, "Why are you talking like this?"

"Agnes, Baby, why do you keep calling me Vera? Are you sure you are not mistaking me for someone else?

The penny dropped. Agnes stared at me with a mixture of disbelief and horror on her face and her eyeballs rolled up to her forehead. She slumped untidily against the car seat. She had passed out clean. I stared at her with amusement. She was easier than I thought.

Isabelle's nightmares had started again. It got so bad that she would wake up screaming in the middle of the night scaring the socks of Alex. One night after a particularly bad nightmare she confessed everything to him

"Please forgive me, Alex" she cried as tears rolled unabated down her cheeks, " it was the Devil in control then. I really am repentant now but I'm very scared. I feel the victims of these murders were my former 'sisters'."

"How can you be sure? "asked Alex calmly, "the victims are beyond recognition."

" I see them in my dreams. I can see each of them lying in the marsh in the same way Venus was. It must be them."

"Then who is responsible?"

"I don't know. I really don't know."

"How can I help?"

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"I just want you to understand."

Alex sat back against the pillow and contemplated a while, his face screwed in thought.

" I think I know someone that can help us. The police is out of the question because they might arrest you as a suspect if they have a slightest inclination that you are involved. I will have to call Caesar."

"Caesar?" she asked surprised " Who's that?"

" A very close friend of mine. We went through primary, Secondary and University education together?"

"Is Caesar his real name?"

" Yes but that's a long story?"

"How can he help?"

"Let me tell you something about this guy. Caesar is a jaded young man with a difficult past. Throughout his life he was always had encounters with strange people. For example he found to his chagrin that his first girlfriend in Secondary school was a Satanist.

"In university he had a long friendship with a senior lecturer only for him to discover that the old man was a child molester. Throughout his campus years he was stalked my members of the Complalanche confraternity. They wanted him to join them. He was tall, fine, intelligent and rich. His mom is a top politician in this country. These were all the requirements the cult needed for someone to join but he shunned them. Back then you couldn't say no to the complalanche and live, but he outwitted them, right until he graduated. He is a reporter now and he is doing quite well. You must have heard about the murder of Peter Marquis. He was the reporter who stumbled on the killer. Nowadays though he continuously steeps himself in controversy which has always been his way. He was interested in solving crimes right from the tender age when we were reading 'Hardy Boys" and Nancy Drew. If there's anyone who can help you, he can."

"Are you just going to call him and tell him to come to Kebby Creek?"

"No I have a better idea. I will call him and act like I know something about the killings. I will tell him to come to town to receive information and arrange to run into him. Then everything will be fine."

"Are you sure he will help?"

" Positive."

Alex picked up the phone and after dialing his old friend's number, which he knew off head, stretched a handkerchief over the mouthpiece.