Chapter 1

“And, of course, there’s still a whole lot of clean-up to do be done,” Niles said, adjusting his glasses. His clipped tone was softened slightly by his British accent as he spoke to the group of teens sitting in front of him.

“Of course,” Brandi agreed, her blonde hair bobbing as she nodded. She’d only met Niles twelve months ago, when he’d told her of her role as the Protector of the Gateway, but Brandi felt as though she was finally starting to get the hang of it. Slay the bad guys, save the world, clean up afterward.

“How many charms are there left?”

“No way of knowing,” Niles replied, peering into the book the witches had left behind. “Probably no more than three or four - most of them self-destructed when the cult was taken out.”

Brandi crossed her legs, oblivious to the attention that the motion drew from the teenage boys in the room. She wore brown boots and a white sundress that showed off her long, smooth legs. As she pondered the situation, the Protector began mindlessly tracing the end of her pen on her legs, following the curve of her leg right up to where her dress ended on her thigh.

Her hair, as was the fashion, had been teased to have quite a large body, resting on her bare shoulders and framing her baby-face. She was showing a hint of cleavage - Brandi’s B-cups didn’t lend themselves to much more than that, except for the rare occasions she wore a push-up bra.

At the end of the previous year, Antioch High had been almost overrun by a coven of virgin witches - they had cast a number of hexes and charms onto ordinary objects all over the school, designed to transform people’s minds. They would seep into people’s minds and transform them, altering their behavior and creating havoc in the minds of the innocent.

They affected everyone differently - some merely had their mental processes changed, others had their bodies warped, turning them into grotesque parodies of their former selves. Some even had altered memories, causing couples who had never met to think they were dating, and putting teachers and students into BDSM relationships while making the rest of the world accept it, and think it had always been that way.

The coven’s aim had been to corrupt the entire school, turn them into a mindless mass of sucking and fucking bodies, until the only innocents left were the coven of witches - at which point, they would began an apocalyptic ritual, ending the world and destroying the impure: everyone but them.

Fortunately, Brandi and her friends had managed to take down the witches and save the world. Only a handful of students and teachers had fallen victim to the witches’ hexes, but they were all safe physically ... they just had new, life-long fetishes to deal with.

The summer break had been relatively quiet, and now the team was back at school, refreshed and ready to take on whatever the next twelve months threw at them. Their first task: cleaning up after last year’s events.

Niles closed the book and looked at the group of teens in front of him. As he did, he couldn’t help but smile at the spirit that they showed. Brandi, of course, was compelled by destiny to fulfill her role as the Protector, but she’d already made a number of strong friendships in her first year on the job.

Her closest ally was Lily Armstrong, a short redhead with a bubbly personality. Lily had attached herself to Brandi on the first day of school - the normally shy girl had been strangely drawn to the Protector’s side, and Brandi had been grateful for the company. She was sitting beside Brandi, trying to deny the fact her attention had also been drawn to the blonde girl’s legs as soon as they’d moved. Lily’s hair was long but flat - no matter how she tried, she couldn’t give it any kind of size, and so she’d resigned herself to the fact she was doomed to be the drab, flat-chested friend with stringy hair.

Had she any assets to show off, Lily knew she’d be unable to resist wearing a top that showed a bit of cleavage. Instead, she wore nothing more than an oversized sweater over her bra. She frequently wished she could wear the miniskirts that were oh-so-trendy, but on the rare occasion she mustered up the courage, she always balked at the last minute, and added leggings so thick they could practically be pants.

After Lily had met Brandi, the shy girl had quickly introduced her her lifelong best friend, Duncan. He was a black nerd who she’d grown up with. One of the school’s few black students (and surprisingly fit) he attracted stares no matter what he wore, and so had decided to take advantage of the attention, wearing loud button-up shirts and colorful pants over his long legs. Based on the color of his skin, people frequently assumed he would be able to dance, but Duncan’s motion was best described as ‘gangly’, and for many years he’d been unable to attract any female attention at all due to his awkward movement.

The three of them had soon become inseparable, and Brandi had relied on her friends’ backup during many a fight.

Over the course of the past year, their group had continued to expand - Brandi and her team had discovered the star linebacker of the school, Michael Livingston, was a demon. Cursed to walk the earth as a teenager, Michael was blonde, tall, and handsome. Switching form every few years, he’d quickly mastered the high school social scene, and was the most popular teen in Antioch. He was never seen outside of his football outfit, which barely managed to conceal his bulging muscles, an artifact from his demonic form.