I felt better the moment Campeche touched my forehead. She told me it was a rest spell the granted the recipient eight to ten hours of solid sleep rest without the actual sleep. Before I could ask she told me the spell had its limits and could only be used on a person once per week. She then urged me to get up and after she had dressed herself fully we headed downstairs. I called up a Silver Shield car to meet us and the driver drove us to my mini mansion home in ten minutes. On the way I called Tequila and she told me she was already home. So there she was on the front steps waiting for our car to arrive when we did indeed arrive. I did however have a brief conversation with Campeche on the way.
“Do you think their will ever be a cure for vampirism?”
“Perhaps. The difficulty is that vampirism as a virus is both biological and mystical. It is the mystical part that trips scientists up and it is the biological part that trips the magic users up. Only joint research has a chance and even then the virus has always proved adaptive. It is after all such a difficult problem that most people consider it impossible with good reason.”
“Ever tried to cure it yourself?”
“No, not my field but I am aware of the project by the Silver Shields to do so and read on its progress from time to time.”
We arrived and Tequila welcomed us both and we entered the house. Campeche saw our ‘clothing optional household’ sign and told us both this was good because it helped with a part of the spell. So all three of us stripped down to our skin and Campeche seemed the most nervous.
“Campeche, what’s wrong?” Tequila inquired.
“Nothing, it is just the mystical energy in this place is very strong. Almost as strong as at your pub.”
I raised and eyebrow but we then went up to a room on the second floor that was still pretty much empty. There was a rug on the floor and some sort of pole lamp in the corner but not much else. We were still decorating and adjusting. We sat in a circle on the floor Campeche grabbed one of our hands in each of hers and Tequila and I held hands like lovers. The ritual did not last that long and I really didn’t understand most of it but at the end Campeche released both our hands and got up.
“The ritual is prepared. Tequila you must be warned that there is a danger to you once it is finalized. The ritual will cause both of you to dream the same dreams, share the same dream actually. The bond between you will allow you both to be in a dream together. What type of dream will depend on your combined strength but it is possible you will share your husband’s nightmares. Is that a risk you are willing to except?”
Tequila nodded but I was a little less sure about this. I mean sharing the same dream might lead to problems but Tequila was pretty determined to help me so that was a short conversation. Campeche then completed the ritual but binding our hands with a cord made of golden tread. She then touched each of our foreheads and an incantation sounding like Latin came from her lips. When she stopped speaking she dropped her hands.
“There us only one thing that remains and I cannot be present for it.”
“Ok, how are we going to know if we get that part of the ritual right without you there?”
She laughed, “I hope you have had some practice at this so far. You need to make love and then the spell will be complete. I told you being naked would help and in this case it will save some time.”
I probably turned red but Tequila smiled. I mean making love is something we do very often. This time according to Campeche it would seal our bond for the ritual and the spell would snap in place. We however needed to hurry because the rest of the magic would fade in a few hours. Tequila grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to our bedroom.
I really can’t credit my prowess in the bed that night. I have to give it all to Tequila who made love to me as if I were a drowning man in need of rescue and there was some truth to that idea. There was no questioning of her passion this particular time and she definitely made me feel very alive. As soon as we joined I felt something snap into place. It made me feel closer to Tequila than ever but also it made me feel a little funny in an odd sense of the word funny. We finished in a furry of heavy breathing and sweat.
I have to say though the ritual worked. I passed out into a deep sleep almost as soon as we finished and my dreams were of me and Tequila walking and a flowered field together hand in hand. The nightmare of the blood dreams was gone at least for that night. The next morning we both awoke at the same time. She looked at me and smiled.
“Well, that was something. I have dreamed that dream before but never with you in it”, She said.
I nodded. I then explained to her that it might not be so nice the next time. Campeche had explained to me hat the strength of the protection depended on the strength of our love for each other at that moment. It was the passion side of love she was talking about so I understood her meaning that if we were not strong together we would have a dream that was worse together. Emotions were the strength and they could shift.
“You know Tequila we should work on our emotional bond some more to make sure we are feeling well of each other. Up for a morning round my dear?”
“Yes. Yes I am.”
(Continued in Part 3)
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