M Sellars - Harm none

As the group was settling in, I noticed Dickens, our black cat with the fondness for male visitors, lurking in the shadows. He silently padded forward to the chair R.J. was seated in and then reared back on his haunches as if he were about to climb into his lap. Suddenly, the hair along his back stood on end, and he puffed out like a furry black balloon. His ears laid back, and he dropped back down to all fours then skirted widely back around the chair to investigate Randy instead. “That’s two of them who don’t seem to like him,” I thought to myself and wondered if Emily would make her opinion known.

“I’m glad that’s taken care of,” Felicity piped up. “Now can we get down to business?”

“Ben?” I looked over to him questioningly.

We had discussed this meeting earlier between ourselves and decided that he should take the lead. What we would reveal regarding the case so far was already public knowledge. There had been a leak at the department, and the local paper’s headline for the day had read “SATANIC KILLER LOOSE IN CITY.” The story that followed contained grotesque, sensationalized details of Ariel’s death.

“As you already know,” he started, “Ariel Tanner was murdered sometime this past Wednesday evening. There were no witnesses, and I’ll spare ya’ the details of her death, except ta’ say that it was particularly gruesome, and whoever did it is one seriously sick bastard. I brought Rowan into the investigation as of Friday evening because of some symbols left at the scene. He was able to decipher what our expert couldn’t and has helped pick out a few clues we might otherwise have missed. Any questions so far?”

“R.J. said you told him that the murder was connected with The Craft,” stated Randy. “Do the symbols you mentioned have something to do with that?”

“Yes they do,” I answered. “There was a Pentacle drawn on the wall, and it was shaded with the colors of the four towers, leading me to believe they were hailed.”

“How do you know it just wasn’t something that Ariel had done?” Cally posed.

“Because,” I took a deep breath and continued, “the Pentacle was drawn, and the Southern Tower shaded, with Ariel’s blood.”

Cally gasped and the rest of the group stared on at me as if I’d just slapped them. In a way, I guess I had.

“I’m sorry,” I told them. “I really am. Believe me, it gets worse, so if you don’t think you’re up for hearing this…”

“No,” Cally answered my hanging question quietly. “Go on. We have to know what happened.”

“As long as you’re sure.” I looked on and continued only after they had all agreed. “In addition to the Pentacle, the words ‘All Is Forgiven’ were inscribed on the wall in the same manner. Also, a black candle and white candle had both been burned. A wine goblet was used, and,” I choked slightly, “it appears that Ariel’s blood was in it.”

“What does it mean?” Shari asked. “What is this guy…”

“…Some kind of vampire?” Jennifer finished.

“I doubt it,” I answered. “I expect it’s just a sick twist he added to the spell.”

“What spell?” Randy questioned.

“An Expiation spell,” Felicity explained. “You might never have dealt with one before, but it is pretty basic. It’s a ritual performed in order to rid yourself of guilt and regrets. Kind of a self atonement spell.”

“So you think whoever did it regretted killing Ariel?” Cally queried.

“So it would seem,” Felicity answered.

“That would mean you’re looking for a Witch then, right?” asked Randy.

“Yes and no,” I told him. “It’s very likely that the killer practiced WitchCraft at some point in his life, and he’s obviously familiar with the Wiccan religion to a degree. The Expiation spell shows that, even if he did warp it hideously by using Ariel’s blood.” I paused to let my words settle in. “Based on the fact that he, for one, broke the basic rule of ‘Harm None,’ and for two, went through the motions of a blood sacrifice, I would say he fancies himself a ritual magician. A mage of the Black Arts.”

“And that,” Ben sighed, “brings us back to why we asked you all to come here tonight. R.J. spoke with Rowan and me this mornin’, and I’m sure he’s told ya’ all about it.” He looked over at R.J. who dipped his head in an affirmative. “He gave us some information with regards to a Devon Johnston who was apparently hooked up with your group until recently.”

“Have you found him yet?” R.J. asked

“Not yet,” Ben answered, “but we’re lookin’.”

“I understand that Devon was starting to play around with Black Arts and the like,” I stated. “Do any of you have any thoughts on that?”

With the exception of a few questions, thus far, Ben and I had done the majority of the talking. Now, placing that burden upon the group elicited only an uneasy silence. The atmosphere might have been cleared, but the undercurrent of tension was still circulating slowly around the table.

“What about you?” Ben urged, directing the question at Nancy. “You haven’t said two words since ya’ got here. You got an opinion on this guy?”

“I didn’t know him that well,” she answered, appearing clearly apprehensive at being singled out. “I’m kind of new to the coven…I don’t really know.”

“If you want my opinion,” Cally spoke up, protectively redirecting our attention. “I don’t think Devon could’ve done it.”

“Why do you say that?” Felicity queried.

“He’s a lot of talk, and no action.”

“What about the invocation rite?” R.J. asked indignantly. “He sacrificed a dog. He showed it to all of us.”

“A dog is one thing, R.J.,” Cally retorted. “But a human being? Besides, he wouldn’t harm a hair on Ariel’s head. He was crazy about her.”

“Excuse me?” Ben chimed and gave her a look of great interest.

“That’s right.” She turned her attention to him. “The guy was madly in love with her. It just about destroyed him that she voted to cast him out of the coven.”

“How do you know this?” I asked.

“He told me himself.”

“When?” I urged.

“He called me the night after the coven meeting.”

“Why did he call you?” Felicity asked. “I thought it was a unanimous vote, which would mean you voted him out as well.”

“True,” Cally answered. “But I guess he figured I would still talk to him. He’s my cousin.”

“Your cousin?” Ben interposed.

“Not a blood relation,” she added quickly. “I’m adopted. I can’t say that he’s my favorite relative in the world, and what he did to that dog makes me ill, but I don’t see him killing Ariel. He had it bad for her.”

I noticed R.J.’s face was creased with a tight-lipped frown, and he appeared to be stewing. With every word that came out of her mouth, his temperature seemed to rise.

“Anyone else?” Ben asked. “What about you two?” He motioned to the twins, Shari and Jennifer.

“He was in love with Ariel all right…” Shari told us.

“…You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out,” Jennifer chimed in.

“So you don’t think he was capable of killing her?” I questioned.

“Maybe,” Jennifer answered.

“I don’t know,” stated Shari.

“He was a little weird if you ask me,” Randy spoke up.

“I’m askin’ you,” Ben told him. “You wanna elaborate on that?”

“I dunno,” Randy proceeded nervously. “He just struck me as kinda odd. He didn’t talk much, but he was really into the whole ritual thing, you know?”

“Go on,” I prodded.

“Well,” Randy continued, “I’ve been practicing for about six years now, and I don’t know about you,” he focused on Felicity then me, “but I was under the impression that Wicca is really about ‘deeds not words’ you know? Like, the ritual is just a tool and not the main focus of the religion.”