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Hopefully, this next chapter will answer a few of the questions you may have about what the hell has been going on in this story.

However, as someone once said (I think it was Johnny Nash) There are more questions than answers.



CHAPTER THIRTY


As he pondered on his life, the young Edward retrieved Melanie’s clothes from the tube chamber and took them into his underground room. He laid them down on the bed and felt the phone in her jeans pocket. Removing it, he could not resist the urge to scan through it. Did she have any interesting photos, texts or emails stored on it? He wondered how long his current rejuvenation would last.

He went through the photo gallery, which was mostly pictures of her school friends, cats and landscapes. There were a couple of selfies on there but nothing exciting. The most interesting picture was a selfie of Melanie, obviously taken through a full-length mirror, in which she was just wearing her bra and panties. Several of the pictures were of her school friends in school uniform and in various poses, taken at school.

He looked through the text messages. There were no compromising texts either, just mostly school stuff. He was a bit disappointed. He’d heard of sexting and had assumed that all teenagers did it.

In a whim, he decided to look through her directory to see what numbers were stored on it. He saw a long list of girls’ names, which he assumed were her school friends: Amy, Becky, Cassie, Chloe, Jenny, Julie, Katie, Kelly, Kirsty, Lucy, Megan, Melanie, Nasreen, Nicki, Razia, Rosie, Shahnaz, Sophie, Tammy... He wondered...

He checked the signal. There was one but it was weak. He tapped out a text:

*Hiya, fancy coming to a fun party tonight? Found a great spot. Meet me in shed in rear of old house on the corner of Shady Lane 4pm. Text back confirmation. Melanie.*

He sent the text to several of the girls in the directory. He went by the names he liked the sound of, selecting Chloe, Katie, Lucy, Megan, Nicki, Rosie and Tammy. He would wait for the replies to arrive.

At least one of those girls must be a virgin, he thought, and he needed one pure virgin. Any others would be a bonus. Amy was a virgin, he knew, but she’d had some sexual activity and that might skew the results. Anyway, the more virgins the better, and any girl who wasn’t a virgin could be used and abused by him as he wished.

He put the phone down on the bedside cabinet and sat down on the bed.

He didn’t have long to wait. The phone beeped within a few seconds. He looked at it. It was a text from Lucy. He read it:

*Hiya, love to go. Be there at four on dot. Love Lucy xxx *

Edward smiled. He texted Lucy back:

*Look forward to it. Wear dress or skirt, not jeans*

He had his own reasons for that.

Within an hour he had received replies from five of the girls on the list and they had all accepted Melanie’s invitation. He had sent the same ‘wear a skirt or dress’ text to each of them. He would be playing host to Lucy, Megan, Katie, Tammy and Rosie. He wondered what they looked like and if any of them were girls in Melanie’s photo gallery. He wouldn’t have long to wait to find out.

He would have to prepare for their arrival.

He went down the tunnel to the hatchway into the depository and left five of his silver rings in a conspicuous place. Afterwards he went back to his room and texted the five girls back:

*When you get to shed there is a little present for each of you inside. Please put rings on your pinkie fingers when you are all there. I have other surprises for you. Love, Melanie.*

He would know when the rings had been fitted. All five girls would then be within his control.

Edward was starting to feel weak. He had discovered a way to remain young but he needed to be replenished and the rejuvenation process took time. He had been working on it for many years and his experimentations were finally bearing fruit. Some of his early experiments had gone wrong, leaving several mutants lurking around somewhere. He had managed to dispose of most of them but a few had escaped him. He had tried to warn Amy about one last night but he was too weak to maintain telepathic contact with her.

His experiments were now running smoothly but he needed an inexhaustible supply of subjects.

He discovered that he needed the energy of youth and he soon realised that female energy was more powerful than male energy. He also recognised the value of purity. His own sisters were the first to succumb to his experimentation and since then he had tried to maintain a succession of female energy. Recently however, he had started to run short of suitable candidates - subjects, as he called them.

Thirty years ago, he left the house to live in the underground complex permanently and update his equipment and try to find a way of achieving permanent rejuvenation before it was too late.

Then, out of the blue, Amy had turned up and he saw his opportunity. He was getting weaker, though, and his life was almost over. There was very little time for him. As a last ditch effort, he had asked Amy to bring friends to the house - a sleepover, as teenagers called it.

By the time Amy had returned, he was dying. One of his subjects was almost at the point of full processing and he had managed to retain sufficient life force to reach the portal he had installed in the wardrobe.

He had hoped that Amy would do as he had asked her. Even though several of his subjects were coming to full processing, which would buy him a little more time, he still needed more - the younger the better. The subjects that were in the processing tubes were almost ready for absorption and he was able to rejuvenate. His rejuvenation, however, was only temporary; a subject only afforded him a finite length of youth. He needed more subjects. The more the better. Virgins were the best subjects.

Those subjects that he couldn’t use for rejuvenation, he would use as sexual playthings. He had gone a long time without company, without pleasure. Maybe now he would be able to permanently regenerate himself.

Edward smiled. He hoped he would soon be forever young.


To be continued...