ONE MAGICAL SUMMER (Part 2)
by Aero - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest


*** The Below is an extended segment from this story, written for us by the
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Jessie awoke the next morning in a daze, unsure of where she was. The first
thing noticed was her nudity; the second, the hunk of scrap metal, surrounded by
dust and wood splinters, that had been her living room table until just a few
hours ago. It all came flooding back to her: the nightmare, her transformation,
and the way she had###lost herself. Jessie could still remember everything, but it
was like she had been a different person, with similar but still distinct ways
of thinking and feeling. Lilith###


Jessie sat up and stretched, and was briefly disappointed at the loss of her
fantastic changed body. It had been incredible, to be so strong, so completely
unafraid of everything. She missed it already. Somehow though, she wasn###t
worried that it was a one time deal###no, she was sure it would happen again. The
only questions were when, and how.


Returning to her room, Jessie found the ruins of her pajamas from the previous
night. She would have to be careful in the future, she realized; she couldn###t
just break things the way she had with the coffee table, no matter how good it
felt. That would cause problems. She already had to find an alibi for said
table. Maybe get rid of it in the middle of the night###


And Cecilia! Jessie had always been on good terms with her neighbor, and they###d
hung out and drank together a few times. She felt bad for scaring her so much.
But there was nothing for it; better for her to think that Lilith was a stranger
than the alternative. Indeed, it was her only option.

Jessie spent the next hour or so getting her apartment back in order. She threw
away her torn clothes (That was one of my favorite pairs of underwear, too###),
and stashed the ruined table in the empty bedroom her old roommates had shared.
She###d get rid of it later. After much sweeping and vacuuming, it was like she###d
simply never had a coffee table.


After a shower, Jessie felt more herself, and checked her phone to find a series
of texts she had missed, all from her friend Sydney. Syd was probably Jessie###s
best friend next to her cousin Alanna, and the two of them had often gone to
parties together and hung out during the school year. Syd had gone away to
Florida to vacation with family right after the semester had ended, but now she
was back and seemed keen on seeing Jessie again. Her last text invited Jessie to
a Pi Lam party that night. Jessie smiled. Pi Lambda Phi was one of the biggest
frats on campus, with a gorgeous house, and most of the brothers were actually
the sort to take care of girls and respect them rather than take advantage of
them, so they were quite popular. It sounded like just the thing Jessie needed
after the bizarre experience she###d just had. She dialled Sydney###s number.


###Hey Jess! You didn###t text me back last night, jerk!###


Jessie laughed. ###Sorry Syd, I was really out of it. Had a tough day at work.###


###Is it that Peyton bitch again? If I ever meet her, I###m gonna punch her in the
throat!###


Jessie winced. ###Yeah###honestly, I###d rather not talk about it. Where you at?###


###At the Gallery, with Jon and Karl. You should hop the train and come meet us!
Also, I assume you###ll be joining us for the festivities at Pi Lam? It###s a
Hawaiian luau party!###


###You bet! After yesterday, I think I need it###I###ll see you soon okay?###


######Kay! Love you!###


Jessie hung up and went to put herself together. She dressed herself in one of
her favorite outfits: knee length jean shorts and t-shirt, and a denim jacket
she had bought at a thrift store, one that came down to mid torso and that she###d
covered in studs and spikes. She applied a little makeup and tied her braids
high on her head, and it was during this ritual that she realized all trace of
the black eye Peyton had given her was gone. The sick feeling in her stomach
from being punched was also absent. Jessie could think of only one reason: her
transformation. It had healed her. It made a weird kind of sense, not that any
of it was remotely normal. Resolving to figure it out later and make an honest
effort to enjoy herself, Jessie gathered her things and left for the train
station.


--


Brett Cauldur was having a particularly shitty day. He was taking summer courses
(his parents### idea), and that day had been his first one on one meeting with his
African American Lit professor, to discuss his first essay. Not only had the
prof expressed his displeasure with Brett###s work in no uncertain terms (the
phrase ###not going to cut the mustard### had been said more than once), but the
meeting had ran long and Brett had been late to his job at Shop-Rite, where his
boss had chewed him out and threatened to fire him if he showed up tardy one
more time. So now Brett was sitting on the couch in the Pi Lam living room,
watching the Phillies get destroyed by Baltimore (Baltimore!), and pregaming
heavily for the party that would be starting soon.


Guests were already arriving, mostly personal friends of the brothers, people
who were willing to help mix the Pi Lam iced tea and do other set up shit, and
as Brett sat there he heard the DJ, a guy he sort-of knew named Geoff, start up
the music in the basement. So much for peace and quiet. Brett knew from
experience that the music was like the ###party warning siren.### The house would be
bumpin### in a half hour or so.


As he downed the last of his fifth (or sixth? He###d stopped paying attention)
beer, Brett spied a group of people come in from the left, the direction of the
front door. He immediately recognized Sydney Jameson, with her distinctive
flaming orange hair, and her boyfriend Karl Galt. With them was Jon Tiedrich,
and###Brett###s eyes lit up. The fourth member of the group was Jessie Ferguson, who
Brett had had his eye on for almost the whole of last year. She was a freshman
who had quickly ingratiated herself into the party scene, and established a rep
as being tough and feisty. Brett loved girls that could hold their own, and he
also loved tiny girls, and Jessie was as hotheaded and tiny as they got.


Jessie and her friends passed him by, Sydney giving him a small wave of
recognition. Brett decided as he watched them leave the room that he would score
with Jessie that night, no matter what. He glanced back the TV in time to see
Baltimore score another run, and tossed the remote to one of his brothers with
distaste. He had more important things to do now.


--


Jessie was glad she had decided to hang out with her friends that day. She had
met Sydney and the boys at the Gallery downtown, and they###d done a little
shopping and walked around the city before heading to the Pi Lam house. She felt
great, especially with the four ciders and two shots she had in her. At the
moment they were gathered in the kitchen, at the bar where two Pi Lam brothers
were serving iced tea and dollar shots, and Karl was buying them another round.

###Alright everybody ready?### Karl held up his plastic disposable shot glass full
of tequila.


###Wait, we have to toast to somethin###!### Jon was a couple shots ahead of the rest
of them and noticeably more drunk. He swayed into Sydney and she laughed,
pushing him away.


###How about###### Jessie thought. ###To fucking awesome parties!###


###YEAH!### The group, along with several nearby partiers, cheered and downed their
alcohol. Jessie felt on top of the world. Suddenly, there was a hand on her
shoulder.


She turned and saw who it was, and her mood soured a little. It was Brett
Cauldur, probably her least favorite Pi Lam brother. He had expressed his
interest in her multiple times before, attempting to make a move at a few other
parties, and always she had turned him down. But still he persisted, and not in
a charming way, either. Charming probably wasn###t even in Brett###s vocabulary.


###Hey Jessie! Great toast,### Brett said, smirking in a way that he probably meant
to be attractive, but just looked creepy.


###Save it, asshole,### Jessie said, slapping the hand on her shoulder away. ###You
know I###m not interested. And don###t touch me.###


###See, I think that###s where you###re wrong,### Brett replied, his smirk growing wider
and creepier. Jessie saw the way he looked her over and her lip curled in
disgust. ###I think you###re super interested, but you###re building up suspense with
this whole hard to get act.###


###I###m not fucking playing hard to get, you idiot,### Jessie snapped. She could feel
her anger rising, helped by her generous level of drunkenness. ###I don###t like
you. You###re a fucking creep. You###re kind of stupid, too. I mean, wow,### her voice
suddenly dripped with sarcasm, ###unintelligent and disrespectful to women? Where
the fuck do I sign up?!###


The crowd in the kitchen had begun to take notice of the exchange, and several
of the gathered brothers laughed. ###Dude, Brett, I think you###re striking out,
man,### one of them called.


Brett seemed unfazed. ###Jessie, c###mon, you know better than that. I know you
really want everyone to think you###re tough and all, but you don###t have to keep
up the act with me###### He reached out to put a hand on her again, maybe her hair,
and something inside Jessie just snapped. She smacked his hand away with more
force than was necessary and screamed at him.


###I SAID DON###T FUCKING TOUCH ME!###


The crowd reacted with a loud ###Whoa!### and Brett took a step back, irritation
turning to frustrated anger on his face. But Jessie wasn###t paying attention to
that; instead she was focused on the strange yet painfully familiar feeling
building in her abdomen. It was slow, unlike the last time when it had come on
all at once, but there was no mistaking it: Brett had pushed her too far, and
she was going to transform.


###FUCK!### Jessie yelled, her anger still growing. She had to get out. ###MOVE!### She
pushed her way past Brett and through the crowd, ignoring Sydney yelling for her
to come back. She heard Jon and Karl start in on Brett, but that wasn###t
important any more. She shouldered past people, feeling her stomach and the rest
of her body tighten more and more, her anger blossoming into black rage. She
wasn###t going to make it out of the house, she realized. She had to go somewhere
else###the bathroom. She pushed through the line of people waiting to get in,
butting in front of some girl, shutting and locking the door behind her. She
heard loud angry voices and someone pounding on the door, but hardly registered
it. It was getting hard to move, her muscles growing painfully tight, and she
just made it to the sink, holding on for support, one arm around her stomach.


Everyone is going to know###I can###t hide it if I change here! Fuck! I have to###keep
it in###


Jessie struggled to reign in her transformation, her fingers digging into her
stomach painfully, but it continued to work its magic on her body; she could
feel her abs starting to thicken and grow.


Just then the commotion outside the bathroom ceased. For a moment Jessie was
distracted from the imminent prospect of becoming a seven-foot Amazon at a frat
party, until a fresh wave of pain rolled through her, more potent this time, and
her legs almost buckled. She heard voices outside the door, indistinct through
the loud, pounding beat rising up from the basement. There was a brief exchange,
and then the doorknob jiggled, clicked, and turned; the door swung open, and
Brett stepped inside.


###Funny thing about this bathroom,### he said casually, shutting and locking the
door behind him once more, ###The lock is broken. You just gotta know how to fuck
with the knob.### He smiled, and whatever traces of friendliness there had been
before were gone. He looked like a wolf that had cornered its prey. ###I told the
guys you had too much to drink, went a little hysterical. They agreed to let me
try to ###reason### with you.### He sniggered. ###Now who###s the stupid one?###


###It###s still you,### Jessie said. She started to laugh, despite everything. ###You
made a big fucking mistake coming in here###### Her breath grew shallower, coming in
hard gasps. ###Haah###haaaah###trust me##'nnng##'you should turn around and leave, right
now.### She felt her clothes begin to grow tighter.


Brett###s face twisted in incredulity. ###What? What are you talking about?### He
waved his hand dismissively. ###You know what? I don###t even give a shit. I got
what I wanted, which is you, alone. Now,### he began to approach her, ###we can do
this the easy way, or the hard way. I don###t really have a preference, if that
helps at all.### An ugly look came over his features, one that reminded Jessie of
Peyton. The thought of the one person she hated most in the world fueled her
aggression and the change kicked into overdrive.


###I###m serious!### Her voice was strained, punctuated by pained grunts. ###You need to
leave##'aaahhh##'now, or you###re really going to regret it.### Jessie could feel her
shirt getting tighter as her chest and arms started to fill out. Brett hadn###t
noticed yet, but in the next few seconds it would be impossible to hide. Despite
his obvious intentions, Jessie didn###t want him to end up at Lilith###s mercy. She
would tear him apart###maybe literally.


Jessie tried to back away, still keeping hold of the sink, but Brett calmly
strode up to her and grabbed her, holding her arms behind her back, methodically
forcing her to the ground. ###You know, I###m really not getting this whole ###vague
threat### thing. You###d be better off telling me you know kung fu or something.###
The casual way he talked as he held her down and pulled her pants off was
horrifying. Jessie didn###t struggle much, too busy concentrating on holding
Lilith back. The pain was mounting, filling her up, flowing out from her abdomen
to the rest of her body. Her jacket was uncomfortably tight around her
shoulders, more so with the way Brett was holding her.


###No###no no no######


###Relax, sweetheart. It###ll be over soon######


###You don###t understand, fucktard! If you don###t stop##'AHHHHHH!###


She hadn###t heard Brett unzip himself; she simply felt him force his way inside
her. It hurt immensely: Jessie was tiny and Brett roughly six feet, with
equipment to match. She screamed again as he withdrew and thrust into her once
more. At the same time her transformation accelerated; she felt her clothes
rapidly getting tighter, and heard Brett make a confused noise just before she
thrashed and hurled him off her.


###What the fuck?!### Jessie just registered Brett###s disbelieving shout as she stood
up. She looked at herself in the mirror over the sink, and saw her shirt riding
up, revealing her tight, hard stomach, the garment stretching to contain her
swelling breasts and expanding chest. Her sleeves hugged her arms and shoulders,
skintight. As she watched tears began to form at the seams over her shoulders
and the widest part of her upper and lower arms. She growled, like an animal,
flexing her arms, and grinned with satisfaction as the small rips grew and her
arms burst from her sleeves. Her jacket resisted her growth more than her
t-shirt had done the night before, but Jessie flexed her back and the fabric was
torn to shreds in seconds. Now topless, she turned to face her would-be rapist,
grinning down at him as muscles bulged from every part of her body. She got a
good look at her tits as they swelled up, nipples erect from the feeling of
growing. She turned her attention to her legs: Her shorts clung stubbornly to
her rippling thighs, quads outlined against the fabric. She grunted and flexed,
watching as they rapidly doubled in size, turning her shorts into worthless
tatters. Her shoes were already in ruins, and as the transformation completed,
Jessie felt her powerful glutes burst free of the last vestiges of her shorts.


Brett was cowering against the wall where Jessie had thrown him, and only now,
when the change was nearly finished, did he think to try and escape. But it was
far too late, and his own intentions were his undoing. He stood, pants at his
knees, cock flopping obscenely, and tried to run, only to trip and fall, banging
his chin on the tile floor.


Lilith looked down at the little man with much the same expression he had given
Jessie. She reached down and grabbed the back of his oversized beater, lifting
him up to make eye contact with her. ###You weren###t really trying to leave, were
you? What happened? You were all set to do the nasty a second ago. Did something
change your mind?###


Brett struggled, but his feet dangled over a foot off the floor. He was
helpless, though perhaps he didn###t know it. A sudden look of defiance came into
his eye, and he swung a clenched fist at Lilith###s face##'which she caught easily.
###That wasn###t very nice,### she said quietly. The look on her face was pure
sadistic glee. She began to crush Brett###s fist in her own, until he was
screaming in pain.

###Fuck! Fuck, oh God, please, please let me go! Holy fuck you###re gonna##'###


###Break your hand?### And then she did just that, the bones in Brett###s hand and
wrist crunching like a bag of potato chips. He screamed even louder, and someone
began shouting and banging on the door outside. Several someones, possibly.
###Oops, my bad.### Lilith glanced down at Brett###s flaccid penis and gave it a
flick. ###That###s it? Seriously? It felt like you were going to tear me apart
before###I bet your finger would be more pleasing to me now.### She casually tossed
Brett aside and he slammed into the wall, falling into a tangle of limbs on the
floor. He quickly curled into a ball, cradling the ruin of his hand, sobbing.
Lilith stalked over to him, thinking about maybe stomping on his chest, breaking
a few ribs. Then she noticed that Brett was trying to say something.


###I###m###s-sorry, Jessie###s-so...sorry######


###Jessie###s not here, bitch,### Lilith picked him up again, by the neck this time,
squeezing hard enough that his face reddened. Hearing someone apply that little
girl###s name to her was infuriating. ###I###m Lilith. And even if she was around,
Jessie wouldn###t forgive you. You###re a pathetic little boy who wishes he was a
man. And now I###m going to punish you like you deserve.###


She put him down, but he remained firmly in her grip, as she forced his face
into her crotch. She could feel him moaning and screaming into her pussy, the
muffled sounds pleasant vibrations on her flesh. ###What###s wrong, Brett? Didn###t
you want to get with Jessie? I wonder if you really liked her, or if she was
just a thing to you. Whatever. That###s not important now, because now you###re my
thing, and I###m going to use you until you break. I###m sure you###ve been in this
position before, right? Big man like you, I bet you###ve eaten out dozens of
girls. So get to it, bitch!###


The pained and humiliated moans grew softer as Lilith felt Brett###s tongue start
to move. ###Mmmm###not bad###maybe you aren###t totally useless.### Her grip on his head
was like iron, though Lilith noted that Brett made no effort to escape. She
smiled and let him continue for a few more moments, listening to the sound of
people outside the room grow more frenzied. The doorknob jiggled frantically as
someone on the other side attempted to recreate Brett###s trick with the lock.


###That###s enough, bitch.### Lilith shoved her captive away, and Brett sprawled
pitifully on the floor at her feet. ###This is boring me. I can###t fuck you because
that pathetic excuse for a cock won###t do anything for me, and you###re too much of
a mess to give me oral. So I guess it###s time for us to part ways, hmm?### She
smiled at him, and Brett looked almost hopeful for a second###until Lilith reached
down and roughly stripped him, pulling on his baggy tanktop and oversized
shorts. The clothes fit her, but only just, and after a moment Lilith tore most
of the leg off the shorts, leaving just enough to cover her ass. The beater
stretched to contain her huge chest, most of her gorgeous ripped stomach
exposed. ###One last thing###### She picked Brett up by the throat and threw him,
through the bathroom door and into the opposite wall. The door exploded into
splinters, and there was a chorus of frightened screams from the other side.


The screams turned to gasps as the dust settled and the party goers got a good
look at Lilith. At the front of the gathered crowd was another Pi Lam brother, a
huge guy that Lilith remembered started for the football team. He had been the
one trying to open the door, and now he stood tall to face Lilith###except he
didn###t even come up to her chin, and even with his considerable bulk Lilith made
him look small.


He managed to regain himself enough to speak. ###What the fuck did you do to
him?!### He pointed at Brett, naked and moaning in a pile of debris. ###He looks
like he needs to go to the hospital.###

###I taught him a lesson about respecting girls.### Lilith leaned over so she was
the same height as Football Guy, leering at him. ###What are you gonna do about
it?###


Football Guy gulped, opened his mouth, closed it again. He turned to a couple of
his friends. ###Get Cauldur out of here, and somebody clean up this mess! Ladies,
I###m sorry, you###re gonna have to use the upstairs bathroom.### The crowd dispersed
quickly, many of them shooting looks at Lilith, a few openly staring. Lilith
tossed her head of thick braids and went to find a drink; the transformation had
metabolized all the alcohol in her body, and Lilith wouldn###t have even been
tipsy on what Jessie had drank.


--


Several hours later and Lilith was quite enjoying herself. A few girls had come
up to her to express their gratitude that someone had finally taken care of
Brett Cauldur; Jessie had been far from the first unfortunate lady who had found
themselves alone and compromised with him. Lilith shrugged off the praise,
though inwardly she was pleased with herself.


There were also many, many requests for her to flex her muscles, many from girls
who wanted to embarrass their boyfriends. Lilith was happy to oblige.


Her favorite moment, however, came after she had managed to consume enough
alcohol to actually feel a little drunk. She was able to get one of the brothers
to give her a whole handle of some awful tasting, but quite strong liquor from
their supply. It wasn###t even difficult; she saw the look of admiration on his
face, and he was glad to give her the bottle in exchange for being allowed to
touch her abs. Lilith drank half of it in one long swig, then grimaced and shook
her head. Nasty.

She was in the basement, pouring the last few drops of alcohol down her throat,
when she spied someone out of the corner of her eye. She recognized him; it was
a guy named Andy, whom Jessie had become acquainted with when they had had class
together the previous semester. He was tall and slim and stereotypically nerdy
looking, with thick glasses and unkempt hair, though at least he knew how to
dress himself. He was staring openly at Lilith, his gaze traveling over the
whole of her physique, though it mostly stayed on her arms.


###You like the view?### she asked, deciding to see where this might go. She was
only a little more than tipsy, but it was enough that she felt flirty.


Andy seemed surprised she had noticed him. He immediately blushed, fumbling for
a response. ###Um###I###I###m sorry, I didn###t mean to##'###


###Didn###t mean to what? Stare at me?### Lilith walked over to him. She was over a
head taller than him, but she was at least that much taller than everyone at the
party.


Andy blushed even deeper, bowing his head. ###Ah###yes. Your body is###magnificent.###


###Finally. Someone who appreciates it.### She was sure it wasn###t the truth, but
Lilith could see herself having a lot of fun with this guy. She leaned in
closer. ###Do you want to feel my muscles, little boy?###

Andy looked like a tomato. ###I###ah###### He seemed dumbstruck.


Lilith rolled her eyes. ###Here, I###ll make it easy for you.### She presented him
with one flexed arm, her bicep nearly the size of his head, with a full hard
peak, and a massive forearm to match. ###Go on, I###m not gonna hurt you.###


Andy reached out tentatively, until his fingertips made contact with Lilith###s
skin, and then he was eagerly, but gently, massaging her huge bicep with both
hands. The look on his face was almost comical; he seemed to be restraining
himself only with the greatest effort. The enlarging tent in his pants was not
lost on Lilith, either. It continued to grow, and Lilith found herself wondering
if he was big enough to please her###


###Enjoying yourself?### she quipped. Andy sputtered, jerked suddenly from whatever
thoughts he had been lost in, and removed his hands from her arm. Lilith
relaxed, so Andy wouldn###t be able to take back his decision.


Andy opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying hard to respond, and Lilith
couldn###t help but giggle. Finally he said, ###I###ve just never seen a gir##'woman who
was as muscular as you###it###s incredible.###


###I see that.### Lilith glanced pointedly down at Andy###s crotch, and somehow he
managed to look even more mortified. ###Are you interested in seeing more?### She
closed what little space there was between them, so Andy was forced to crane his
head back to look her in the eye.


###I##'ah##'r-really??###


###Yes, really, nerd-boy. But you have to do something for me, first.###


Andy nodded, the look on his face verging on pathetic. ###Of course, anything!###


Lilith smiled. ###It###s hard for me to get drunk###you know, being this big and all.
You get me some more booze, something good, and I###ll let you touch me some more.
Got it?###


Andy scrambled away without even replying, pushing past Lilith to get to the
basement bar. There were several big Gatorade coolers there, full of Pi Lam iced
tea, a potent concoction that only the brothers knew the exact recipe for.
Lilith watched amusedly as Andy tried to bargain with the brothers working the
bar for###a whole cooler? That would be very nice. They seemed unwilling to trade
at first, but then Andy gestured to Lilith and several pairs of eyes lit up, and
after that Andy moved to a cooler at the end of the row and began struggling
with it. Lilith took pity on him and walked over.


###Here, let me get that.### She hoisted it easily, unscrewing the top with her free
hand and taking a long chug. Unlike the cheap liquor, this stuff was delicious.
###Ahhh###that###s good shit. Okay, nerd-boy, you passed your test. Time to come with
me.### Andy looked positively elated.


They had just made it to the stairs, Lilith drinking from the cooler like it was
a cup, when she heard a familiar voice. ###Jessie! Jessie!### Sydney appeared from
the crowd, hurrying up to them. ###Jessie, wha##'what happened to you?! Oh my God######
Her mouth hung open as she looked Lilith over, from her pillar-like legs up to
her enormous torso, massive shoulders and hulking arms. ###You###re###huge!###


###Thanks for stating the obvious, Syd,### Lilith replied. She laughed drunkenly.
###By the way, I###m not Jessie. My name is Lilith.###


Sydney looked even more baffled by this than by the physical change. ###I don###t
understand###wait, is it so people won###t recognize you?###


Lilith began to think that maybe they shouldn###t be talking about this where
other people could listen. ###Why don###t you come with us, Syd. I###ll###tell you about
it.###


###Umm###okay.### Lilith started up the stairs, and Sydney fell in behind her, next to
Andy. Lilith heard them talking as they walked.


###Oh, hey Andy. Are you with###Lilith?###


###Yeah###yeah, I am.### Lilith heard the anticipatory note in his voice and smiled.
###You called her Jessie. As in, Jessie Ferguson?###


###Yeah! She disappeared earlier, and now she###s###like that.###


###But that###s impossible. People don###t just do that stuff in real life. That###s
like something out of a comic book.###


###I know, but###I can###t find Jessie anywhere, and###Lilith###looks just like her! How
many people do you now that have hair like that?###


Andy didn###t respond, but Lilith wasn###t really listening any more anyway. The
stairs into the basement were cramped and turned a corner partway up, and Lilith
was having trouble negotiating said corner. She had to duck her head, almost
bend double, to get through, and while most everyone quickly back-pedalled upon
seeing her, one douche-bag seemed intent on trying to squeeze by anyway.


###Yo, shithead, you want to give me some space?### Lilith snarled at him. He looked
at her, clearly very drunk, and Lilith rolled her eyes. ###Fuck it###move, skinny!###
She grabbed his shirt and shoved him hard back up the stairs. Coming from her a
hard a shove was enough to send him a dozen feet or so, and a couple other
people ended up on the floor at the top of the stairs with him in a tangle of
arms and legs. Lilith stepped over the pile, ignoring the curses directed at
her, and headed for the spiral stairs that led to the second floor.


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