The Pianist

Chapter Eighteen: Supernatural Lust

We sat around the dinner table in attempted silence, my mom breaking it to make small talk with Dan, who was clearly uncomfortable. She didn't notice though, just trying to be polite. He answered questions about his school subjects and college plans while I contemplated what the fuck was happening to me.

Why did I get such a vast cosmic boner when Dan played the piano? I did not feel that way about him! Or at least, I didn't think I did. Something was wrong with the blood in my cock. Maybe the supermoon was affecting the tides... within my body. No, this was something else. As soon as Dan stopped playing, my Herculean erection dwindled, so he had to be the cause, but this was no regular case of raging teenage hormones. It was completely out of my control, like I was under some kind of a spell.

"Phil, are you finished with your steak?" Mom asked me. I looked up to realise she and Dan had finished eating- my thoughts had distracted me from the meal. I nodded because I was hardly hungry anyway, and Dan and I had to get down to business.

I took Dan back to my room and opened my closet doors to reveal my altar.

"This is where the magic happens."

Dan sat down on my bed and I sat beside him and began to explain.

"I was going to use the power of the supermoon to try and restore my blood to a healthy state, but hearing about your curse..." I said, "I think we can make it to Egypt."

"You still haven't explained what the fuck that means," Dan grumbled.

I glared at him, "I'm getting to that, Dan." I stood up and went back to my altar, opening one of the drawers in my vanity, pulling out my grimoire. I flipped through the book to find the right pages. "Here!" I announced, tossing the book to Dan.

"I've done some research, research about interspace travel through cosmic witchcraft." I watched as Dan stared at the page, trying to make sense of the diagrams and runes accompanied by magical ingredients he surely didn't recognise.

"Under the power of the supermoon, I think your blood is powerful enough to teleport us to Egypt, where we can fight the evil shaman and free you of your curse!" Dan was silent for a few seconds that felt like hours. A few grippits. I sat anxiously beside him, waiting for the verdict.

"And you think this will honestly work? You're not having a laugh?" I shook my head, trying to give him the most sincere of eye contact.

"We can make the portal and end your curse right here and now, but we have to activate it while the supermoon is high," I explained, "You have to say the word."

Dan looked from the book, to me, back to the book, and then back to me. With a deep breath, he nodded, and looked at the book. His eyes darted from the book to me, back to the book, and then back to me again. He nodded again.

"Let's make the bloody portal, I guess."

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A strong moonlight streamed through the open window of Phil's bedroom, landing on the vast expanse of his bedroom floor. We'd moved some of his furniture to the very edge of his room to make space on the carpet for the portal. Phil had made a large ring of salt, which neither of us were permitted to enter until all the preparations were made.

Phil was grasping a mortar and pestle, grinding up a mixture of herbs or something, I wasn't really paying attention. I was just waiting for him to give me the signal to cut myself. I didn't understand any of the magic and quite frankly, I seriously could not give a fuck. I just needed to get this curse lifted.

I looked around anxiously, the tension of the ritual building. I admired Phil's lavish collection of candles that he'd lit for the purpose of the ritual. I didn't really know what significance they played, but I guessed it had something to do with fire.

Phil sifted the powdered herbs into a separate bowl and motioned for me to come over.

"I need your blood in this bowl."

I nodded and picked up the blade he'd laid out with the other tools. With a deep breath, I winced and sliced a clean line into my arm, hovering above the bowl, allowing the blood to drip into the magical mixture.

"This is going to become a paste. We need to paint the portal and ourselves with it to link us together, that's what will connect us to the time portal and allow us to go through."

"You want me to put blooded herbs on my body?"

"Do you want the curse to lift, Daniel?" Phil said, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. Obviously, we'd already come this far. Sometimes I wished Phil would just shut up.

Phil messed around with some other magical things while I zoned out and looked at the stars in the sky through the little window. I felt a warm touch against my arm- It was Phil. I blushed instinctively from the gentle connection. He led me into the salt circle, which he'd informed me was for purification from evil energies outside the circle. He sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the circle, bowl of magical paste in his hands. I sat in front of him.

Phil leaned forward and I felt light-headed, staring into those bright blue eyes. He reached out and put some of the bloodied herbal mixture onto my face. I felt like I was fucking Simba being christened. He then did the same to his own face. He used the remaining paste to draw a symbol on the floor in between the both of us. 

"We need more blood to activate the portal, right over this symbol." 

I took the blade again, cutting my arm once more. The room seemed to lighten, the moonlight shined harder upon us. I started to go a bit light-headed from the blood loss combined with the brightness of the moonlight. Phil started reciting some mantra he'd written in that book, but it was in a language foreign to me, so I didn't know what he was saying.

Light rose up from the floor as well- It looked artificial like LEDs, but I knew that wasn't it- The light was forming a ring around us, right on top of where Phil had drawn the salt circle. Phil kept chanting, and the last thing I remembered was a fierce vibration in the air around us as the white light overcame my vision.