What happened next

Cedric smiled at Bertha as she passed it to him. 'And what pray tell are you going to concoct for our undead friends?' she said in her chirpy voice. 'Ah' said Cedric 'now that would be telling' he said wagging his finger at her, Melissa watched the couple with their banter and wondered if in the past they had been more than good friends.

They had in fact been the best of enemies, that is their relationship had been strictly manipulative, each ensuring they remain free from other entanglements so as to be sure of a central position in the life of the other. The occult finally prised them apart.
No cookery book changed hands but the joint grimoire from the days when the pair had flirted or more truly submerged themselves in witchcraft when summoning of spirits good and bad, divination, spells, protective amulets and charms had pushed them close to insanity. The ritual sex had been frantic and fun but burnt out by its sheer intensity. Now the grimoire could come into its own, the only decision was whether to summon bind or

the spell in the correct way, while Cedric and Bertha put their heads together and discussed what was the next best move Melissa had started to wander round the old rickety house and had come across an old dusty mirror and someone had written words in the dust. 'SPECTUS DEMEITORY ETOCKLEEI' she read just as Cedric come running into the long hallway screaming 'NNNOOOOOO!' 'Oh crap!' said Bertha behind him.

come to the conclusion that diversity is the spice of life, that engaging with an active, thought-filled mind does no harm at all, when non-hostile intentions preside.

Cedric was suddenly aware of his own limitations and failings. What did he really feel about Bertha? He admired her mind and abilities and those thighs...But was he being distracted? Cedric did not usually think in these terms. Ok, Bertha had said that action was required. Without warning, he embraced Bertha. "Play me like you would your flute", he said, and waited for the music...

"It's funny the way some websites work", Cedric observed, "No regard for chronological progression..."

Chronology is not the only fruit.

Oh fruit said Bertha. That reminds me. The cookery book aka Culpepper had fallen at the page: Sir William de SmytheS Magical Elixir. She yelled to Cedric:Never mind tantric sex, put the cauldron on the fire. I'm making a brew. Carefully she amassed the ingredients: Water,Lager,Yeast,fruit and erbes. She had not been to finishing school for nothing. And the 3 for 2 Manuka Honey. She had purchased at the emporium. She knew it would come in handy. Needing a tadmore she went to her walk-in larder coutesy of habitat et al a statement to the low life round here she thought. Several sacks later she had acchieved her aims and decideed to add a few leaves off the plant in the corner. Variety is the spice of life she thought.You are worth it. She sung a little ditty as she worked : Scarborough Fair. All the ingredients went into the pot and were stirred. "I,ll reward Cedric" she said and plucked her flute from herr farthingale. Whistfully she blew. Suddenly she heard Cedric retching. She turned.

Cedrics head was rotating on his neck at a zillion miles per hour! Fumes were filling the cobweb festooned, fetid room. "Christ Cedric Use your hankie. I don't want your germs!" A gravitational pull was dragging a slutttering Cedric towards the door - a girt, great, oak one courtesy of her amie Laurence LLewellin Bowen Raleigh. (These triple barrelled names do give one an air of mystery she thought) She stuffed he flute back into her farthingale. "I,m off to Essex to see Sir Simon de Cowell. He apprecciates my music and while I'm at it I will take a few bladders of the Elixir to the physhidellic Shopping centre................................. Meanwhile Cedric had Teleported to the rim of the chasm of the other worldies. The scratchiing chalk-like sounds were emanating from................

a 1930's classroom, 'Where the heck am I?' he said louder than he thought he had. ' St Michael's school' The young teacher replied walking towards him. 'I know why your hear' Mrs Barker said 'You need the repelling crystal, follow me Cedric' Before he took a step Cedric froze on the spot. 'How do you know my name? ' He said totally confused. 'Ahhh I know everything' Mrs Barker said with a wink as she swung round in her Victorian dress.

A dress newly donned that morning as she had grown tired of her medieval phase, it was just something she was going through, but she had now outgrown the need. 'What do you know about vampires she hissed her hooded eyes narrowed. One of my pupils

said I know they drink blood and they dont like Garlic, what else, she shouted at

an insignificant character called Ralf Bickerstaff, who left the scene rapidly. Meanwhile