Three Spirits:

Part Three-The Future

by The Chesire Cat

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on the television show "Poltergeist: the Legacy." It is in no way intended to infringe on the copyright or ownership of MGM and the creators of the show. All characters, scenes, places, etc. from the show and any references to them are the exclusive property of MGM and whoever else might own them. Warning! This is a piece of slash fan fiction. It contains m/m romance and graphic sexual scenes. If you are too young to read this stop now! I will not be held responsible. You have been warned. I, the author, have not been paid in any way for this. I write for pleasure. This story may be distributed among consenting adults. It may also be posted on websites by people other than me, if and only if the person(s) doing the posting/ submitting is not out to harm the author in any way, shape, or form, the words of the story are kept the same, and the title and my pen name are kept the same. Corrections may be made, but only if a corrected copy is first e-mailed to me, the author. If you've read this far, you certify under penalty of the laws of G-d and man that you are of legal age, do not find this offensive, and are not trying to harm the author or the website this may have been found at. Now, ENJOY!

Author's Personal Note: This is the third and final part of my sequel to "Always the Last to Know." This story is divided up into three sub-stories. To get a full understanding, you need to read them in order.

Phillip awoke slowly. His body ached and it hurt to open his eyes, but finally, he had to. He saw he was in a cell of some sort, and he was not alone. Leaning against one stone wall was Michael, whose wrists were bound together with thick, glowing chains. There were also two young girls and an old man, all of whom he remembered from the plane.

"Michael? Wha' happened?" Phillip asked slowly, trying to sit up, but he grew dizzy and had to lay back down.

"Phillip. It's good that you're awake. What do you remember?"

"Nothin' really."

"I'm not sure what happened either. I remember some turbulance, one of the wings went ablaze, crashing into the ocean, then I woke up here, bound. These chains resist my powers and keep me from working magic."

"You're helpless?"

"Yes and no. I doubt whoever did this has the power to kill me, but they know how to bind me from killing them."

"You never mentioned anything about being able to be bound like this."

"When you have my kind of power, do you really think you would point out the weaknesses?"

"No. Do you know who has us?"

"I've seen them looking in the cell window," the old man offered, "Dark skinned, covered in paint. Couldn't understand 'em, but I don't like the way they were lookin' at my granddaughters."

"Looks like we'll have to wait and see," Michael said solemnly.

* * * * * * * * * *

Derek, Nick, and Alex (minus Rachel who had a convention to attend) had a private Legacy jet chartered within a day. It was several hours before they reached the approximate location where the plane had gone down.

"I'm not getting anything, Derek," Alex announced, trying to focus her gift on finding their lost friends.

"Neither am I, but my vision made it clear they were alive."

"C'mon, we have to find them," Nick said with urgency, concerned for both one of his best friends and his love.

"We will, Nick, we will," Derek reassured his young friend, whom he loved like son.

"Dr. Rayne, we've found something," one of the pilots announced.

"What is it?"

"Some wreckage, which we think is from the plane has shown up the sonar, and we've spotted lifeboats with maybe 15 people on each."

"Call the rescueworkers. Have them pick up the people and bring a ship for this area. We need to sort through the survivors, see who is among them, before we can continue the search."

A rescue ship was there in record time to pick up the survivors. The pilot, co-pilot, and eighteen survivors were on the life boats, which left ten unaccounted for; Michael and Phillip were among the missing. Nick was not taking this well. He began pacing the cabin with a fury. Finally, Alex could take no more of it.

"Nick! Sit down! This is not helping, and your pacing is making me nauseaus!"

"Huh? Sorry. I just hate feeling so helpless."

"We all do, Nick," Derek confirmed, "but we will find them. We'll continue searching, until we do. There are some uncharted islands in the area. It will take days to search them all for signs of inhabitants, but my guess is that they are one of them. We just have to try to remain calm while we search. It increases our chances of finding them."

"Calm?! How can you talk to me about being calm?! I'm the one hurting here! I've lost Michael twice, then I'm about to get him back, and I lose him, again! To top it off, Phillip, one of my best friends is with him in some hell that you saw! Don't you care?!"

"You know I do, Nick. I care about them both and you very deeply, and you know it," Derek said in a level, but icey tone, "I'm just trying to do my best to keep control, because panic will not help us find them."

Nick stared at Derek for a moment, speechless.

"I'm sorry, Derek. I didn't mean to take it out on you. I'm not handling this well."

"I know," Derek's voice softened, "but I need your help to find them, and you are no good to me consumed by worry and anger."

"I'll try to keep the beast under control, sir," Nick said saluting, trying to lighten the dark mood shared by all three of them, "if he gets loose, again, just yell at me that I'm not doing my job."

"Oh, I will, if he won't," Alex volunteered.

Calmed down, the three began their search of the islands around the area. Alex scanned their geographic shapes, making maps of them on her travel computer, so she could cross reference them with the archives available to her on the net. It gave them a better chance, seeing if any explorers might have recorded anything about them. Derek meanwhile tried to focus his sight to see if they were close. During this, Nick took the oppurtunity to check his ammunition and weapons, wanting everything in perfect working order when the time came.

Michael, Phillip, and the others sat in the cell for hours, until someone finally came to the window. Michael was up on his feet the instant the face got too close to the bars. His lips curled back revealing a mouth full of sharp, elongated fangs. He managed to grab the native by the throat despite his chained hands, while the native's curious compainions ran for help.

"Who are you?" Michael snarled, his eyes transforming into pools of lava.

The terrified boy mumbled things in his own language, but clearly did not understand Michael. Michael would have invaded the boy's mind to learn the tongue, had he been able to cast spells. Fortunately, a middle aged man, apparently someone with authority, came to see what the problem was.

"Let go, now," he ordered Michael.

"And if I don't?" Michael asked, his features becoming more and more beastial by the moment to match his anger.

"Then he die, now," the man calmly replied, pointing to Phillip.

Michael snarled and tossed the boy back several feet. Free the young man ran away from the cell, a wise move on his part.

"You speak English?" Michael asked.

"Some. Learned from ones before you."

"What ones before us? Why do you hold us here?"

"Ones that helped prepare, long ago. All prepared now. You chosen to help us now."

"Help you do what?" Phillip asked.

"Sacrifice, to raise dead mother goddess," the man said with a wicked smile, "You lucky ones. You will be slaves to her when awakened. Some others in fall she caused, we caught. They die when moon round, so she lives."

Michael swallowed, knowing the full moon to be only three days away.

"Who is this goddess?" Michael asked, wanting to learn about his enemies.

"Shiraka Mopezzk. Mother Demon. Her children dying without her. They command us, bring her back. Had to wait for long time for star cycle to complete. Many generations. Only three children left."

"Where are these children?" Michael had to ask.

"In temple. Pray to her bones for new life, young again. They will have long hair serve them tonight," he said, pointing to Phillip.

"Over my rotting corpse!" Michael added, becoming such a sight, even Phillip scooted back a bit.

"You can not stop. They hold you magic," the man laughed, pointing at the chains, before walking off, leaving Michael to his anger, and the others to their fear.

Night came, and the moon rose, three quarters full. It would be some time before the ceremony the native had spoken of could occur, but that was little comfort to the prisoners. Aside from the ones Michael and Phillip saw in their cell, there were over fifty people, all designated to be sacrificed.

The guards came for Phillip as the moon completed half its journey. Michael tried to stop them, but the pendants they wore repulsed his presence, making it near impossible for him to get close to them. Phillip also did his own share of strugling, but the brute strength of four guards vs one slim priest was not a difficult outcome to predict. They dragged Phillip to the stone temple, depositing him in the presence of three incredibly large human shaped figures.

It was hard to tell much about them, for they were hooded, wearing thick robes and sitting, but it was obvious each was over seven feet tall and thickly muscled. Phillip wished they would have kept their robes on, but they would not have that. When Phillip tried to run, one leapt out of his robes and blocked the entrance.

The "thing" for the most part looked like a human in his early fifties, except for the third arm protruding from the left side of its abdomen. He was powerfully built, not an inch of fat on him. Grey streaked his black hair, and a proud chin and strong jawline loomed over Phillip. It might have been handsome, if not for the too wide mouth, fangs, sickly grey skin, and eyes resembling those of a spider. What frightened Phillip the most though was the incredible, thirteen inch erection which stood out from its pelvis.

Phillip backed up, only to be caught in the arms of one of the other ones, which had been standing behind him. It resembled the other, except it had four arms and its skin was rust colored. Two arms lifted Phillip in the air, while the other two stripped away his clothing as if it were nothing. Naked, it turned him around, so Phillip could be inspected by the three.

"Pretty, isn't he?" the grey skin said.

Phillip understood the beast, for it spoke not with words but thoughts.

"Yessssss, I can't wait to have him," the rust beast hissed, a forked tongue flicking out to lick Phillip's backside, coming close to touching his opening.

"Not until I do," the third shape intoned, standing, revealing the most human looking of the three, with two arms and a robust flesh colored skin, but it was also the largest of the three.

The child of Shiraka Mopezzk walked over to Phillip, and pulled Phillip's face down to its crotch. Phillip tried to resist, but the clawed hands forced his mouth open. Once open, the rubbery head of the monster cock was thrust into his mouth. Despite how much Phillip wanted not to suck, the mere size of it forced his mouth and throat to clench and unclench, sending waves of pleasure through the beast. It groaned and bucked its hips, sending its violating member deep into Phillip's throat. Phillip gagged and would have thrown up, if not for the dick blocking his throat. When Phillip was just about to pass out, the cock in his throat jumped, emptying its thick load into his stomach. It withdrew, leaving Phillip to gasp for air.

Phillip wanted to throw up, but he didn't have the chance. The grey one thrust its member into his open mouth, as he gasped. It was a repeat of the previous performance, relatively quick, and as soon as it finished, the last took its turn in his raw, abused throat.

Each satisfied, they laid Phillip down on the floor. The grey one turned Phillip onto his stomach, and spread his legs. Phillip shut his eyes, fearing the penetration, but it never came. A forked tongue licked and lips sucked on his hole, but nothing penetrated him.

"Too bad we can't fully take him," the rust child murmured, "He looks so tight."

"You know he must be saved for the spirit we raised from the dead to help us. He must penetrate him during the ritual to call up enough perverse, sexual spirits to raise our mother. We have one chance to do this, and she has a better chance to be raised if his ass remains a virgin......for now," the normal skinned one replied.

"Don't worry brother," the grey creature said with a fearful smile, "Once she is back and our brethren ressurected, we three will be the first to have him as he is passed around. Believe me, tasting this sweet, he'll be worth the wait."

"Do you know how many stiff dicks will fuck that ass of yours in the next week, pretty one? There are over a thousand of our brothers waiting to return from death, and we all will fuck you. You'll get pounded continuously for weeks."

All three laughed, at least until Phillip threw up from their violating him and their words. The leader of them pushed his face into the vomit and ordered Phillip to clean it up with his tongue. As Phillip was forced to injest his own puke, he threw up again. After the second try at cleaning, he was finally able to hold it down. The floor clean, Phillip was escorted back to his cell.

"Phillip, what.....happened?" Michael aked, his voice full of fear.

"They-they.....forced....in my mouth.....said they couldn't take me from behind.....the ritual.....I'm to be raped.......to resurrect......then hundreds of them.....will.....will....."

"Oh, my dear Lord. Phillip, I'm so sorry. If I hadn't left, this would never have happened," Michael said, placing his arms around Phillip.

Phillip accepted the comfort. He cried into the shoulder, cried out his pain, his humiliation. Michael cried from guilt, feeling his new friend's pain. Finally, Phillip stopped crying. He looked up at Michael seeing a continuing flow of fresh tears.

"I-it's no' your faul'. Jus' bad timin'."

"But if I hadn't--*"

"Then it would 'ave been somone else. They did this t' me, no' you. A' leas' from a priestly poin' o' view, I saved someone else from havin' t' go through it."

"I'm so sorry, Phillip."

"I know, bu' righ' now we need t' find a way t' stop them and get out of this mess. I can no' do much but maybe ye can. I know the bonds repress your magic, bu' I'm askin' ye t' keep trying. Try differen' spells of all kinds, maybe find a loophole in the bonds, so we can ge' ou' and contact Derek."

"I will. I swear to you Phillip, I won't let them....do that to you anymore, no matter what. No one deserves that. I know."

"Thank ye," Phillip said, laying his head down on Michael's chest.

He fell asleep in that position, taking the comfort that Michael offered. Feeling safe in the strong arms, no nightmares of what had just happened could invade his sleep. Michael, however did not sleep soon. He stayed up most of the night trying different ways to get free or contact his own people, the Legacy, or any other allies. Exhausted by his efforts, he decided to sleep a couple of hours before dawn. He did not want to be exhausted should they come to try to take Phillip away for a repeat. He vowed, there was no force that would keep him from stopping them this time.

An hour into his sleep, Michael woke up to Phillip's shivering. It wasn't cold, so a nightmare must have finally slipped through. Before thinking about it, Michael mumbled a spell to calm the dreams. Instantly, the priest fell back into the sweet fantasies he'd been dreaming earlier. Michael came instantly awake at this. He hated having to do it, but he woke Phillip up, knowing the priest would want to hear the good news.

"Phillip.....wake up," Michael added a gently shake to the statement.

"Hmmmmm.......Michael. Wha' time is it? The sun is no' even up."

"I found something. A spell I used to calm your dream."

"Can this ge' us ou' of this?"

"Maybe. I'm going to try to mutate the incantation. It will take some time to figure out how to say the new spell, since I don't have my spellbooks, but if it works, I think I might be able to use my dreams to contact sleeping others of my kind and the Legacy."

"Do you think it will work?"

"I think so. I'm going to try some other dream spells on our cellmates to see if the chains don't block these types of spells."

Michael mumbled some undecipherable words at one of the sleeping girls. Instantly, she started to laugh. He tried another on the other girl, who started to sing. Smiling, Michael leaned back.

"Is tha' good?"

"Yes. I suggested to one girl to dream she was being tickled. I told the other to dream she was a rock star. Hopefully, by sunset, I'll have a dream melding spell working."

"Tha' is wonderful news, bu' you look exhausted. Should you no' sleep?"

"I am tired, but I can take it. This is too important. I need to do this as soon as possible. Besides, I can go for over a week without sleep and still function at full strength and alertness."

"Okay. I know ye really don't need t' hear it, but please hurry. The sooner were off this foresaken island, the happier we'll all be."

"I promise."

When the guards came for Phillip that day, they found Michael standing in the only door way. His anger at what they had done dulled the repulsing powers of their charms and left Michael immovable. None of them really wanted to test his power, despite the chains, so they fetched the same older man. He looked at Michael, seeing the anger and hate seething from his cells. Even he was not that confident. He merely pointed to the youngest, prettiest native guard sent to fetch Phillip. It wasn't hard to guess his fate. He would entertain the Children of Shiraka Mopezzk and most likely suffer their wrath at his failure. When they did not return, Michael sat down and leaned back against the wall.

"Wha' are ye doin' now?" Phillip asked, full of curiousity and hope.

"I think I have the spell correct. I need to go to sleep, as I cast it. Watch over me. If they come back, wake me immediately."

Phillip nodded, and Michael closed his eyes while chanting. In moments, Michael's muscles relaxed, as a deep sleep claimed him. Phillip sat down next to him, watching the door and windows. The old man approached Phillip.

"What is your friend their? He kinda looks like a vampire, but no vampire I've seen fights for good and can walk in the sun."

"Huh?" Phillip asked surprised.

He normally would have wondered why the old man and the two young girls had stayed so calm during the spectacles of Michael's powers, but things had been so crazy, he hadn't noticed.

"Who are ye?"

"The name's Jeremy Balsbane. I've had my run into demons in my time. I hunted them when I was a bit younger. When my two granddaughters were just five and six, one killed my wife and their father. Thankfully, I was able to kill it with a silver knife before it killed me, them, and my daughter, who is the mother of these two angels. Not a pleasant way to find out demons are real, but after that, I hunted them. Killed quite a few. Your friend doesn't act like any demon I've seen though."

"He's....wha' is his kind called.....Visagorum, I think. They are supernatural, but they side with good. A blessin' if ye ask me."

"I agree with you. Now that you know who I am, who are you?"

"Phillip Callaghan. I'm just a priest. A dear friend of mine is in love with Michael. He was in hell when Michael had to leave to work out some of his problems. I had to get him to come back."

The man nodded, and offered Phillip his shirt, which were better than the rags his priestly clothes had become. His torn suit had been just enough to cover his private areas. Phillip accepted the shirt with gratitude.

"So what's he doing now?"

"He's trying to contact others to get us out of this mess, so we can stop those devils from bringing their demon mother back to life."

"By sleeping?" "Those chains suppress 'is magic, but dream spells seem t' be able to slip through. He's tryin' to contact them in their dreams."

"I hope he does, father. I hope he does. Why not get some more sleep? You still look pretty rough worn. I'll keep watch."

"Thank ye, for the shirt and the oppurtunity to rest some more."

Phillip leaned back, using Michael's shoulder as a pillow. While Jeremy kept close watch on the door and window, Phillip found sleep.

Michael entered the realm of dreams, but he retained full control of his thoughts and remembered what he was their to do. What seemed like years of searching the world for dreamers he knew was in reality only minutes. Soon, he found what he was looking for.

Elizabeth and Maxwell had fallen asleep a few hours ago, and Michael entered their dreams. It was common enough for the pair to share the same dream. They were living in the past again here, when the world was much younger. It was a time when the three had lived as a family, in a small cottage on the shores of Ireland. Michael walked into the house to see the two and a younger image of himself lounging by the fire. In the presence of Michael, the memory version disappeared. The two looked up.

"Michael? Is it you, the real you?" Maxwell asked.

"Yes. I am in danger, and so is the world. Three demon children have captured me and others. They plan to bring their mother, a demon goddess, back to life. They know how to bind us, but I suspect they are dying out without her. This weakening allowed me to find a crack in the Chains of Astar. I am talking to you in your dreams."

"What do you need us to do?" Elizabeth questioned.

"I need you to come to me, gather some others of us. I will also be trying to contact the Legacy."

"How can we find you?" Michael handed each of them a silver thread which one end was tied around his waist.

In the waking world, the threads would be a telepathic beacon for them to follow. He left in search of Legacy members he knew, while Elizabeth and Maxwell faded away, waking up. Searching some more, Michael located Derek's dreams. The precept had obviously dozed off, while trying to focus his sight, because he was still trying to call up his gift in his sleep. Michael stepped onto the plane, causing Derek to jump up.

"Michael, how did you get free? I saw the crash in my vision and the evil. Where is Phillip?"

"You're dreaming Derek. I'm not really here. This is the only way I could contact you. Demons have bound me from using my magic, but they are dying, so I was able to cast dream spells. They are trying to raise the demon goddess, Shiraka Mopezzk, to renew them and bring their dead brethren back. You must hurry. I have called on my own people, but it will take all the help we can muster to stop them. Phillip is safe for now, but I am weak, bound. Hurry."

"I will, but I don't know where you are."

"This will guide you. When you awake, it will be a type of psychic homing signal."

He handed Derek one of the threads. Derek stared at it curiously, praying it was not just a simple dream inspired by his hopes. Michael pressed his hand to Derek's forehead. Just before he caused Derek to wake, Michael spoke.

"Tell Nick, I love him." Derek vanished.

His task complete, Michael began his way back to the waking world. He needed to be alert for the threads to work best. He smiled, knowing help would soon be on the way.

Derek woke up with a start. He looked down at his hand, expecting to see a thread there. Seeing nothing, he began to think it was nothing more than a dream, until he felt a buzz at the back his mind, pulling him in specific direction.

"Derek, what is it? Did you see something?" Nick asked, rushing over.

"No. I had a dream. Michael came to me in it. He and Phillip are trapped. Michael's magic has been bound by demons, but he was able to cast dream spells and come to me."

"Did he tell you what was going on, or how to find him?" Alex asked.

"Both. He mentioned some demon, Shiraka Mopezzk. He said her dying children were trying to resurrect her. Phillip and he are safe for now, but they need help."

"Let's go then. What are we waiting for?" Nick said, standing.

"No," Derek ordered.

"What?"

"We can not rush into this. Michael also contacted some of his own people. He would not have done so, unless the danger was extremely great. We need to wait for them and call in back up from other Legacy houses. Alex, I need you to find out all you can about this demon. Nick, I need you to remain calm. Your death will not help Michael or Phillip."

"But--*"

"No! Just to make sure you wait and don't try to sneak off like your on some mission, I'm not going to tell either of you their location. We wait. I'm going to contact the London House."

"Damn you, Derek," Nick cursed.

Alex began searching. A couple of hours later, she found what she looking for. Derek called Nick over to hear what she had found. Derek had several Legacy Houses on their way, and they needed all the information they could find.

"Ok. I found this in a Legacy journal. It's a bit vague at points, but I put together the overview of what happened. She was a mortal woman, who killed an angel and absorbed its essence. She became a demon, winged and beautiful, like an angel, but her wings and features were dark, corrupt as she was. She mated with mortal men, producing a thousand demon sons to serve her. She was trying to mate with her sons to become pregnant with the Corrupt Savior."

"The Corrupt Savior? The Anti-Christ?" Derek asked.

"Bingo. A young, virtuous knight was sent to stop her. Though he was dying from the wounds she inflicted upon him, he struck at her, with a sword coated in his own blood. The blade pierced her heart, slaying her. Her flesh crumbled, leaving only her bones, with the sword forever stuck in her rib cage. Her children began dying without her, one or two a year, but they all can live once more, if she is revived."

"That explains why the last of them are so desperate to bring her back," Nick mumbled.

"Wouldn't you be? As to how she is brought back, the entry mentions some vague stuff. A holy man, violated like he never had been. A resurected dark priest, the face of evil who had journeyed from light into darkness, will lead the ceremony. A time that occurs once every thousand years or so, when certain stars align with the full moon, is when its supposed to go down. The details are unknown though."

"We know its close, so we must assume that is bound to occur during this full moon, which is tomorrow night," Derek offered.

"My thoughts exactly," Alex confirmed. "Whose journal entry is this?" Derek asked, curiously.

"The journal belonged to Winston Rayne."

"My father?" Derek asked stiffening.

He was thinking about the events that had recently taken William from them and revealed his father's corruption.

"What are you thinking, boss?" Nick asked.

"My father knew of this. It's a possibility, that the 'resurected dark priest' may in fact be--*"

"But he was sent to hell, Derek. We all saw William sacrifice himself to do it," Alex interjected.

"Yes, he was, but that doesn't mean these demons didn't bring him back. We all need to get on our phones and let the houses that are joining us know what we've learned....and suspect."

The sun shown hot and dry the day before the full moon. The prisoners were finally given food and water, though some probably would have preferred not to receive it. It was of very poor quality, mostly some insects, rotten fruit, and a stale bread like substance.

After the meal, a large robed figure approached the cell where Phillip was being held. As the man-beast reached the cell, it let the robe drop, revealing its powerfully muscled, horrific body. It was the leader of them. Michael stood his ground, blocking the doorway.

"Out of my way, little one. I want the long-hair's mouth once more, before tonight," its mental voice hissed.

"No."

The demon raked a clawed arm down across Michael's chest, tearing him open, but Michael remained standing. As the pain feuled Michael's anger, his features began to melt away into a bestial visage. It was horror surpassing the demon's own, a fanged beast with long, cruel claws, and a face resembling man, wolf, bat, and cat all in one. As more of Michael's handsome face disappeared, the wounds began knitting at a furious rate. One more moment, and the chest and bone so recently exposed were fully healed.

"You will not move me," Michael spoke, his voice transformed into a gutteral crack of thunder.

"You make more trouble than this is worth, little cousin. Very well, I will not take him in his mouth before the ritual, but you can not hold all three of us off, when the time comes."

Grunting the demon, slashed once more, this time through Michael's face, but Michael was so consumed with his hatred for the abomination, the wound closed as fast as it opened. It backed away, angry at its own failure. Though it would never admit it, it also feared Michael, even bound as he was. Few creatures would dare stand against it, and fewer still could do so successfully, while chained and without his or her own magic. As the monster left, Michael's features shifted back to normal. He turned to Phillip and collapsed from exhaustion. The priest caught him, gently laying him down.

"Michael?"

"Tired....Phillip.....just....tired..."

"Then sleep, my friend."

Michael closed his eyes, wanting only to be in Nick's arms more than sleep. Soon, a deep dreamless sleep claimed him for a few hours of regeneration. He would need his strength for the battle tonight.

Derek, Nick, and Alex met up with five other Legacy Houses and a dozen of Michael's people, including Maxwell and Elizabeth, about noon. Among the reenforcements were the newly restored Cairo House, the Austin House, the Paris House, the New York House, and the Rome House. Many of the members, and all the precepts, had earned formidable reputations within the Legacy, and several of them were good friends Derek had known for years. He greeted each of them, but kept the pleasantries short, as the battle to come was not far off.

"My warmest welcome to all of you and my thanks for coming to aid us in such a dire emergency," Derek began, "As many of you have already been informed, we face a threat that is of an incredible magnitude. The remaining demon spawn of an acient demon goddess called Shiraka Mopezzk are dying. They hope to resurrect her to bring their brethren back and restore themselves to health. The ritual will take place when the full moon reaches its zenith. Our best chance is to attack before they begin. We attack at sundown.

"Remember, we must destroy her remains and followers to ensure success. We also don't know how many innocents are trapped there to be used. Their safety and stopping the demon from rising again are out main priorities.....for all of us," Derek added, knowing full well how Maxwell felt towards mortals, "Alex has done a satscan of the island Michael is on. She has mapped out the most likely places where those to be sacrificed are being held, as well as the temple, where we are sure the demon's remains are kept. The houses will break up into teams. Our job will be to rescue those being held and to take out any worshippers we can without causing alarm. Elizabeth, we need you and your people to wait for the signal for a full frontal attack.

"When the signal is given, we will leave it up to you to engage the demon spawn and destroy the temple and worshippers. According to Michael, they can not kill you, thus lowering the chance of casualties. Now, if everyone is clear on the basic run through, I'll begin assigning teams and specifics on the plan. Thank you Nick for your expertise on battle strategies."

Nick smiled, not feeling so useless anymore. Now, he could help, and soon, he would be doing what he trained to do, engage the enemy in combat. Derek began explaining and detailing the battle plan. This lasted a good portion of the day. Finally, they were left with a couple of hours before the attack. With nervous hearts, they all awaited sundown.

Shortly

Shortly after sundown, a small group of four guards was sent to begin fetching the outlanders to be sacrificed. Being on their secluded island, they feared no attacks, but that didn't stop one from coming.

Nick was in charge of this group, leading two from the Cairo House and three from the Rome House. With swift precision, each guard was killed, no sound of warning made. After freeing all of the prisoners, minus Phillip, Michael, and the three with them in the cell near the temple, they were split up into safety groups, each with a Legacy member leading them back to the running boats. Nick hated having to go back. He wanted to save Michael and Phillip, but these people had as much right to life as any of them. Besides, the boats weren't too far. He would be back as soon as he dropped them off.

The other Legacy groups, worked their way through the island, checking for prisoners, taking out small groups of guards when they could. Eventually, Derek's group neared the center of the island and got a good look at the temple looming over it, like the unholy pyramid it was.

The evil that seethed from it was unmistakeable to all, and atop the bastion, surrounded by flames, an enormous skeleton stood, arms open. Her bone wings still stretched open, a position of power, even in death. The sword was still stuck in the ribs.

Derek gasped as the full feeling of dark powers hit him, for it was not just the bones and temple which radiated death and destruction, it was four figures which stood upon a stone platform, halfway up the temple steps. Three of them were huge, obviuously the demon spawn, but the third was human sized. Peering through his binoculars, Derek watched as the winds through the hood of his robe off, revealing the face of his father, Winton Rayne.

"So, father, we play this game out one more time," Derek said, before leading his group closer.

Derek conferred over the radios with the rescue teams. Most of the innocents had been taken off the island. Derek looked up at his father one more time, before giving the order for everyone to attack.

Winston Rayne stood by the sides of his three demon allies. Soon, when the moon reached the center of the sky, it would begin. The guards should be bringing the sacrifices soon. When they returned, the three would fetch that pretty Legacy priest. What a prize he was! Not only would Winston restore the demon queen and gain immortality, but he would get to take a small amount of revenge out on his son's house for stopping him before. He would infinitely enjoy raping the priest. Then, as the perverse energy it would generate would climax, the throats of the sacrifices would be cut. The blood would run uphill, to make her whole once more, and her three children's combined strength would remover the sword, awakening her.

Winston was just musing over all the things he would do to this world, as he heard an all too familiar voice in his head shout, 'Attack!' Looking down he spotted Derek, as well as at least a dozen Legacy members, pour out of hiding. Equipt with firearms, they began cutting down most of the remaining followers of Shiraka Mopezzk in moments.

"So my revenge will be complete all in one day!" Winston Rayne intoned, raising his hands high.

His invocation was cut short however, as thunderbolts began falling from the sky, striking the temple. Huge chunks of rock fell from the top, rolling down towards the earth below. Winston looked up in the clouds, seeing the Visagorum riding the storms, causing the heavenly attack. He threw a ruby streak of energy into their midst, striking three. Unconcious, they fell to the earth. It would be hours before they were up.

Winston was so lost in preparing his next strike, he didn't see a bowling ball sized rock coming for him. His demon comrades shouted a warning, as they were occupied with deflecting rocks coming towards them, but it came too late. Winston was thrown over the side of the altar platform and sent tumbling down.

"NO!!!!!!" the lead demon screamed, rushing to the edge just in time to see Winston disappear into the shadowed side of the pyramid. "We may have lost the chance to bring our mother back and live forever, but we will have much company in the grave!!!!!!!" it shouted, before leading its two brothers into battle below.

Michael began pacing like a trapped animal, as the battle began raging. His features were shifting into his more dangerous form. Soon, he could stand it no more, his instincts kicking in. His clawed hands began tearing at the walls and door, making deeps cuts. After few minutes, the door had been splintered. Freed, he began to rush outside to join the battle, but not before turning to Phillip.

"Take them out of here. Find some Legacy member to get you all to safety."

Phillip nodded. He knew it wouldn't be hard to find a member to get them off the island. He just prayed Michael would not let the battle and hatred consume him, as it does to so many.

Michael ran towards the temple at an alarming speed. Some Legacy members even mistook him for a demon and prepared to fire, until they saw him slaying the worshippers, not Legacy members. Michael cut through a dozen of them a minute, until the last few began running away. Looking for more enemies, Michael saw one. It was the lead demon, who had just snapped the back of the Paris House precept. Michael ran to him, howling like a demon himself.

The beast turned just in time to see Michael leap at its throat. Michael wrapped his elongated hands around the thick neck of the larger creature and began squeezing, crushing flesh and bone. The demon began wildly bucking and flailing about, trying to dislodge his deadly adversary, but the harder it tried, the deeper Michael began digging his claws into its flesh.

Feeling its life force slipping away, the monster gave one final try to dislodge Michael, and it succeeded, but Michael had gained such a hold, that he took the head of the demon with him. Dead, the demonic spawn's flesh began turning to ashe, before it even fell. When it was nothing but bone, the headless skeleton fell to the earth with a great sigh, the demon's spirit being sent to hell. The bones joined the flesh in ashe, for all who watched. Seeing the demon leader die, the remaining two began fleeing, only to have three Visagorum flying after each. They wouldn't last long against such power, but they ran regardless.

Nick returned to the scene, just in time to see what his heart knew was Michael thrown over a hundred feet from the demon he had killed. In a matter of seconds, what had been a battle had become an extermination job, the enemy trying to run rather than fight. Nick knew he was not needed anymore for a fight, which he was thankful of, as he ran towards where he had seen Michael fall.

He found Michael, impaled upon a dead tree, several branches had gone clean through his chest, abdomen, and limbs. Michael's beautiful features, which had returned, were caked in his own blood. Nick screamed as he ran to him.

"Michael!"

He quickly began breaking the branches, and gently lowered Michael to the ground. removing the foreign objects that protruded from his flesh. Michael coughed up blood as a branch was removed from his right lung. Nick sighed in relief, seeing Michael's eyes flutter open.

"Michael, can you hear me?"

"Please......forgive.......me.......so.......sorry......"

"It's ok, baby. I don't care about that. I just want you home. Just rest. You're hurt."

"Phillip......he......."

"He's fine. I saw him and the last prisoners getting onto one of our rescue boats. What about you? I don't know how to help."

"I'll.......live.......my.......love......."

"Ssshhhhh, just rest."

Nick picked Michael up, as gently as he could. Carrying Michael's injured form, Nick made his way back to the nearest rescue boat. On their way back to the main boat, Nick radioed Derek, letting him know all of what had happened. Once Derek was informed, Nick went back over to Michael and cradled his sleeping head in his lap. Despite all the blood and injuries, Michael was still the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

Hours later, all the survivor's of the Legacy team and the Visagorum met on the main boat. Though two Legacy members had been killed in the fight, the losses were minimal thanks to the Visagorum joining the battle. Derek and a few others had finished their last sweep of the island. Michael, though still weak from this ordeal, joined them in the temporary battle room, despite Nick's complaining that he shouldn't be up yet.

"Derek, I want to thank you. For all that you did for me, and for Nick."

"I care about you both. How could I do anything less?"

Michael noticed something was wrong with Derek, a far away look of uncertainty.

"What is it?"

"We never found my father's body."

"Maybe he turned to dust when killed like the demons. After all, he wasn't exactly human anymore," Nick offered.

"Maybe. I just wish I could be sure."

While the rest of team and the rescued prisoners were getting everything ready to leave, Elizabeth and Maxwell came to Michael. Maxwell wanted to sneer at Nick, but a look from Michael told him it would not be a wise move.

"Michael, I'm glad you are safe," Elizabeth said, hugging him warmly, "but we can't stay long. We have to finish what was started here, so that the demon mother can never be revived. Then, we have other duties to attend. Just don't wait so long for a visit, next time....preferrably under better circumstances."

Michael nodded, and he hugged Maxwell and Elizabeth once more before saying goodbye.

"What do they mean?" Nick asked, voicing the question before Derek could.

"They intend to destroy the island, the temple, and her remains....bury them all under rock and the sea forever."

"They can do that?" Derek asked, full of curiousity as to the extent of their powers.

"All twelve of them together can. Watch."

As the Legacy watched from the ship, twelve shimmering forms flew over the island, hovering over the center which was the temple. First beams of light, so bright they hurt bounced between the Visagorum, forming a twelve pointed star in a circle. Then, as the intensity increased further, a single ray of the majestic light poured from their center, striking the temple and the remains. Before their eyes, the stone began to melt, and Shiraka Mopezzk's bones sank into the molten rock. The temple continued to melt, the beam seeming to grow, until the entire island began to crack and melt, hissing steam as it sank into the sea. Done, all that remained of the once evil island was a cloud of steam, rising into the sky. The Visagorum swirled together, forming one more bright burst of light, and they disappeared, leaving all the people their to stare in amazement at the power unleashed.

"I had no idea. I never have seen such power released for the side of good," Derek gasped.

"Yeah. We're lucky you guys are on our side," Nick said, giving Michael a genlte elbow.

Michael smiled and wrapped his arms around Nick, leaning his head against Nick's. Nick smiled and took Michael's hand in his. Across the room, Phillip watched them. He was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep. Too much had happened recently he needed to deal with. Though, he did feel better after washing, getting into some decent clothes, and off that accursed island. It was good to see them both happy again, and despite all the pain he had to go through to help it happen, he would do it again in a second. Now, he just needed some time to work things out for himself, but with friends like them, the journey would be a lot easier.

When this all began....

I knew there'd be a price....

Once upon a dream,

I was lost in love's embrace

There I found a perfect place

Once upon a dream.

Once there was a time

Like no other time before

Hope was still an open door

Once upon a dream.

And I was unafraid

The dream was so exciting

But now I see it fade

And I am here alone....

Once upon a dream,

You were heaven-sent to me

Was it never meant to be?

Are you just a dream?

Could we begin again?

Once upon a dream.

-Once Upon a Dream from Jekyll and Hyde

Produced by Frank Wildhorn and Karl Richardson Associate Producer, Orchestrated, and Conducted by Kim Scharnberg Executive Producer: Craig Kallman written by Frank Wildhorn and Leslie Bricusse based on the Robert Louis Stevenson story, "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" Atlantic Recording Corporation 75 Rockefeller Plaza, New York, New York 10019 A Time Warner Company (c) 1994 All rights reserved. No copyright infingement intended in using this excerpt.

Epilogue:

Two weeks had passed since Michael's return to the house. Nick and Michael had had several sessions together with Rachel, as well as some individual ones. It was taking time, but they were dealing with their problems, as they came. Today however, Rachel, who was also giving Phillip therapy for his recent experiances, as well as some old ones, had requested Nick and Michael sit in with Phillip for a group session.

"Who wants to start?" Rachel asked.

All of them looked at each other, not sure where to begin. They all had issues that needed to be worked through, issues related to each other, but none of them knew how to begin.

"Perhaps you would like to start, Nick? Is there anything you want to say?"

"Yeah. I was kinda planning to do it more privately, but I want to thank you, Phillip. I know we've had a lot of problems in the past, but you really are one of the closest and dearest people to me. Everyone in this house is my family, but you went beyond that Phillip. You risked yourself to see me happy, again. For that, no matter what falling outs may happen between us, I will always love you and be in your debt. You'll always have a place within my heart."

"I don't know what to say, Nick," Phillip replied, tears forming on the edge of his eyes, "You mean so much to me, as a friend and as a brother. How could I do any less? I couldn't stand to see you so empty, so hurt. I knew Michael was in the same pain. I had to see you two whole once more, if I could. Despite all that I had to endure, I would do it again in a second."

"D-do you mean that, Phillip?" Michael asked, "You would do that, even knowing what horrors you would face to bring me back again?"

"Yes."

"I so sorry, Phillip. I feel so much guilt over what happened," Michael confessed, trying to keep his emotions from overwhelming him.

"I know, but it wasn't you tha' did those things t' me. Those monsters did. You stopped them from doin' it t' me as often as they would have liked, endured pain for me. You were the one who kept trying and found a way t' get us rescued. And you were the one who killed the lead demon, stopping further deaths of good people. You need t' let the guilt go, as I'm learnin' t' let the pain go."

Michael nodded. It would not be easy, but they were all dealing with their own personal demons. Love and time would heal their wounds. They discussed many things that session, as they would in future sessions, and they would help each other heal.

Michael was settling into bed, when Nick knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Michael, I was wondering if I could sleep in here tonight. I really can't sleep well anymore without you."

"Of course, love. For as long as you want to, I promise."

Nick settled into bed, his head laying on Michael's chest. He lay their for nearly an hour, trying to sleep, but he couldn't. Being this close to Michael after their time apart had awakened desires and his hormones were going into meltdown. He wouldn't be able to sleep, until his hard-on was attended to. Carefully, Nick began inching off the bed, so as not to wake Michael. He was just removing his head from Michael's chest when Michael spoke.

"Where are you going, Nick?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I have to use the restroom."

"I wasn't asleep. You'll never be able to go with an erection like that."

"You knew I was hot?"

"Yes, you're very hot. I always thought so. As for your hardness, it was poking me in the thigh. I'm surprised you didn't notice the tentpole I'm sporting right now."

Nick looked at the sheets, and sure enough, there was a nine inch tent poking up from Michael's lower half.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Nick asked, with a seductive husk and a sly tone.

"I wanted you to make the first move. But if you would rather just jack off...."

Nick shut Michael up by throwing back the sheets and swallowing as much as he could of the large dick. Michael groaned his approval. He slid and twisted, until his face was level with Nick's own member.

Just before devouring Nick, Michael looked at Nick's cock. He had almost forgetten how perfect it was. It was a bit larger than average, tanned to match his skin, and just the right girth. Thick veins pulsed in it, giving it a life and will of its own. Its head looked like a ripe, tan plum, just begging to be eaten.

Michael sucked Nick in slowly, savoring the taste and running his tongue over every millimeter. Nick grunted and groaned, trying to buck in deeper. He wanted more of the incredible sensations, but Michael held Nick's hips, keeping it slow. Eventually, they both began to speed up, unable to hold out much more. They began going at such a furious speed, the bed began knocking loudly against the wall. Fortunately, the residents there had expected this sooner or later and did not intrude to see if anything was wrong. In one burst of pleasure, they climaxed together, emptying their seeds down each other's throats. Drained, they fell back gasping, semen slipping out of their mouths.

Michael lay in ecstasy, while Nick, insatiable as he could be, reached under Michael's bed, finding the lubricant where they had left it the last time they had made love. Michael spread his legs, ready for Nick to prepare him.

"No. I.....I want to try it. I want to feel what you feel," Nick proclaimed.

"Are you sure Nick?" Michael asked, sitting up, "You know you don't have to. I don't care. All I want is to be with you, and I am content."

"I know. I want to try, at least once. If I don't like it, though....."

"Just say the word, and I'll stop."

Nick lay back, handing Michael the lubricant. Michael put it aside for the time being and began kissin down Nick's thighs. He licked and nibbled, causing gasps. He kept going down until he reached Nick's feet. He took his time with Nick, massaging and tickling with his hands, while his tongue and mouth gave other pleasures. He kissed, licked, and sucked on each of Nick's toes, before starting back up.

He covered all of Nick's body with his tongue and hands, except for his pelvic region, which he was saving for last. After working his way up to each of Nick's perfect nipples and kissing the quivering, tempting lips, Michael finally paid attention to the region which Nick was sweating in anticpation for Michael to touch.

He kissed and licked the renewed shaft, sucked in the smooth balls. Reaching the puckered opening. Michael began teasing it gently with his tongue, waiting for Nick to relax some. Once the anus had stopped clenching and unclenching so furiously, Michael slipped a saliva slick finger in, while his tongue continued working its magic. Eventually, two fingers were inside Nick. Michael probed, finding the magic button. He rolled it in his fingers, making Nick buck with pleasures unknown.

Nick's hole was stretched, causing it to cease its constant clenching. Michael knew he was now ready and coated his two probing fingers with the slippery lubricant. When Nick was fully coated, inside and out, Michael greased up his own shaft. He elevated Nick's ass with two pillows and proceeded.

He placed the tip against Nick's hole, ever so slowly working the head in. He didn't want to cause Nick any pain, so it took a while, but finally the head penetrated the tight ring of muscle. Nick gasped. Michael looked at Nick for any sign to stop, but Nick just nodded to continue. He took his time working his way in. It took almost fifteen minutes for him to be completely inside.

Nick had never known such sensation. There was some pain and a slight burning as the head first went in, but Michael had told him there always was a little at first. Michael had taken his time, so there was very little discomfort, and that was rapidly drowning in the pleasures. Waves of pleasure, so intense, Nick's body was shaking.

Michael gave his love time to finish adjusting to everything. He stayed still for a long time, kissing the salt from Nick's lips and neck. Starting slowly, Michael began using a circular motion, then slight thrusting. As Nick loosened and stretched, Michael was able to begin picking up speed. Nearly an hour since Michael began penetrating Nick, Michael was pounding away like a machine. He grabbed Nick's legs behind the knees and pushed them up to his chest, giving himself more access to the hot, tight hole of his lover. Nick moaned and whimpered, pulling Michael closer with his hands, wanting more.

"OH G-D!!!!" Nick screamed, spilling his seed on their chests and faces, not even having to touch himself.

A few moments later, Michael let out a loud scream and emptied himself inside Nick. He collapsed on Nick, letting Nick's legs down. Slowly, he withdrew his softened penis and laid his head down on the cum and sweat covered chest.

"Michael, I'm sorry."

"What for, love? That was amazing."

"Yeah, it was. That's why I'm sorry. I never knew. I was afraid to trust you like this. I wish I had given it more of a chance earlier."

"Does that mean you want to do it again?"

"As often as you can, baby. As often as you can," Nick said with a smile.

The End

To be continued?

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