First off, sorry for the wait. I know I said I would post this sooner, but better late than never, right? I should probably say upfront that this story went way further into the horror genre than I initially intended. I was reading a lot of Stephen King when I wrote this, and it obviously influenced it. I'm sure that will turn some people off, but I think it's still a good read. I know I enjoyed writing it. This could definitely fit in the erotic horror section. But it also definitely qualifies for the incest section, and I think it's best to keep the three parts in the same section.
The longer format seems to have worked in terms of getting better numbers on part two, which was the whole point of trying out a story this size. Between the three parts this story is about 90,000 words, which makes it a full-on novel. I still wrote each part after posting the last, so it doesn't have the completeness of a normal novel. But it is over 300 pages of a single story, so this is definitely a novel.
I know I start a lot more stories than I finish. This is only the second series I've completed on here so far, and this is by far the deepest I've gone into an erotic story. If you all want me to go this deep into other stories, you have to read, rate and comment. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the final part of Changed, and the whole thing as a complete story.
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The sun shone down on the flat surface of Lake Michigan. The water made light trickling sounds as it lapped lazily in the warm summer breeze. From the distance came the occasional squawk of a sea bird. I stretched my arms out behind my head, enjoying the warm sand beneath me. It was the first day of summer. A good day. One of the best days. I looked to my right and saw Shannon laying in the sand, her body more exposed than I normally got to see it. She was lightly bouncing her foot on one knee as she hummed one of the songs from the little mermaid. I turned to my right, and saw Ryan bobbing his head along to whatever Radiohead tune played in his large headphones.
I sat up slowly, stretching my arms above me. I could see many of the people I had gone to school with spread out around the beach, and in the water. Stephanie sat with Britney and Meagan, all of them laughing raucously at whatever piece of gossip Stephanie had just shared. Frank and Jessie were sprinting through the sand to catch a football thrown by Brad. Amy Minken lay on her stomach with her bra undone, getting an even tan. Ella was doing long, slow backstrokes through the water, looking like an elegant mermaid. Further away I could see Michelle and her coworkers splashing about in the water. Their large breasts bounced pleasantly as they laughed and splashed each other. Erin was sitting with Bobby Granger, smiling longingly at him. It all felt warm, and good, and right. It felt like home.
A puffy, white cloud started slowly moving across the sky until it made its way in front of the sun. As a dark shadow slowly spread across the beach, the people I knew and loved began to go with it. The girls in the water vanished into the waves. Erin and Bobby dissipated into shadow. Frank and jessie sunk into the sand itself, and then Stephanie and Britney were gone too. I sat up in a growing panic as darkness moved across the land, and people disappeared one after the other before my eyes. I turned to Shannon and saw her watching it with wide eyes. I turned to Ryan and saw a look of utter terror on his face.
"Jake, help me!" He cried. The shadow crawled across the sand like an angry tide. As it came closer, Ryan screamed out in terror. I tried to go to him, to help him. But it was too late. They were all gone. Everyone I cared about, swallowed by darkness and shadow. I looked back at Shannon, hoping she might still be there. She was. But when I saw her face, my skin ran cold. Shannon was gone. And in her place sat a stunningly gorgeous blonde woman. It was a woman I had only seen twice, but whose face I could never forget. Her cold, yellow eyes stared at me, into me, through me. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to move my body, but I was frozen solid. The witch leaned towards me with a chilling smile. Just as her unnaturally long, bony fingers reached me I felt my muscles release. I cried out in agony and in fear, and sat up.
"Jake!" Someone shouted in alarm. "It's ok. You're ok!" I tried to wrench my way free of the witch's grasp. I could feel her cold talons on my arm. "Jake, Stop!" The voice cried out. I lashed out, and felt the fingers leave. "Go get the nurse," someone shouted. I couldn't see. All I knew was that the witch had me in her clutch. She had me in her talons. And she was going to rip me apart. For not doing as I was bidden. She was going to tear me to bloody shreds.
"No!" I cried out. "I won't do it!"
"Jake, stop it!" But the voice wasn't the witch's. It was a voice I knew well. I opened my eyes, and saw bright lights above me, in neat rows. Lights. Hospital lights. I slowly turned my head, and saw Michelle sitting next to me, looking terrified.
"Michelle," I said slowly, feeling dazed and confused.
"Yes, Jake. It's me," she nodded, tears spilling from her eyes. "You were just having a bad dream. You're in the hospital."
"The hospital," I repeated groggily. My head felt all swimmy and heavy, as if I had been drinking too much. And I had, hadn't I? I had too much to drink, that's all. It happens to the best of us. And at Ella Granger's party no less. Just my luck. The first party I go to in years and I make an ass out of myself. And I had hooked up with Amy. What an awful ending that had been. But oh, how much worse it could have been. It was just a drunken bad night. The rest was all a dream. The witch, what she did to me, hooking up with many of the hottest girls I know, Ryan... all just a bad dream.
"He woke up," Shannon's worried voice said as she ran into the room. A young, pretty nurse came in after her and immediately went about checking things on the computer stand next to me.
"Shannon," I said with a shaky laugh. "I had the worst dream."
"It's ok, Jake," Shannon said. "You're awake now. You're in the hospital."
"I didn't mean to drink that much," I chuckled.
"We know. It's ok." Michelle said soothingly from beside my bed. "You had a terrible shock."
"Ella said you didn't have much to drink," Shannon said, which seemed odd. How would Ella have known how much I drank? Was she keeping an eye on everyone at her party? And why would she be talking to Shannon?
"Ella?" I said slowly. The grogginess was slowly wearing off, but my fog of confusion wasn't.
"She's back at her house," Michelle said, and gently placed her hand over mine. For a split second I could feel the terrible, icy talons, and then it was just Michelle's soft, warm hand again. "She said to call her whenever you feel up to it."
"Call her?" I said. "Why would she want me to call her?" That didn't make any sense at all. I had puked on her living room floor. Why would she want to talk to me? Although, perhaps she wanted me to pay for it. That made sense.
"She said she had a nice time on your date," Michelle said. Our date?
"What? What date?" I asked. The only date I had ever gone on with Ella Granger had been in the terrible dream. But that was all just a dream. There were no witches. No dark magic.
"You and Ella went out last night," Shannon said softly, talking to me as if I was in a state of shock. I slowly realized that I probably was. "You fainted in front of your house."
"Ella came and got us," Michelle added. "We were all really worried about you, Jake. You hit your head pretty hard."
"What... but... how... what happened?" My words seemed to stumble and stagger. Michelle and Shannon glanced at each other, and I could see that they were both wondering what to tell me. "It was all just a dream, wasn't it?"
"I don't know what you were dreaming about, Jake," Michelle said. "But... you fainted because you heard about Ryan." It wasn't a dream then. None of it. It all happened. And it was all my fault.
"Is he dead?" I asked in a rough, gravelly voice that made me wince. Michelle began to softly weep.
"Yes," Shannon said. There were tears in her eyes as well, though she was managing to keep them in for now.
"How?" I asked, although it didn't matter. I knew how he died. Even without the details, I knew. I had killed him. The witch told me there would be consequences, and there had been. Only I never would have guessed.
"He was riding his bike," Shannon said, her voice catching slightly. "Down by the tracks. He got hit by a car." The air left my body in a long, slow breath, and then I could feel the tears on my cheeks, hot and angry and moving fast. I wiped my cheeks, but the girls were crying too.
"It's my fault," I said grimly.
"No, Jake, don't say that," Michelle said quickly, squeezing my hand in hers. "It is not your..."
"Yes it is," I interrupted her. My voice sounded distant and odd, and she didn't argue. "I killed him." The pretty nurse glanced over at that, but then went back to checking my pulse.
"Jake, you were out with Ella when it happened," Michelle said. "The police know what time it happened. You were still in the restaurant."
"It doesn't matter," I groaned. "I killed him. Not with a car," I said before Michelle could protest again. "With my stupid cock." Michelle and Shannon both looked surprised, as did the nurse.
