"We all want to change the world. But when you talk about destruction/ Don't you know you can count me out? Don't you know it's gonna be alright?" 

"Who are you supposed to be?" He murmured to himself, removing his hands from the steering wheel, blankly gaping at the feminine figure as she slowly, gradually approached the car door where he currently seated. 

Little did he know who it might be, pursing his lips thoughtfully as he wasn't able to take his cunning winter blue eyes of the woman until Alexander realized it was actually his rape victim. Sally. 

The oracle was dressed in Boho beige gown with silken long sleeves, sleeving her slender, dexterious arms; V neckline, exposing partly her fleshy chest as a topaz pendant contacted her creamy cleavage; ankle length, concealing her beige strapped pumps as her manicured hands tapped on his car's door glass, drawing his attention instantly.

In the meanwhile, his mouth was agape, gawking at the young woman. The man of the cloth was overwhelmed of encountering his prey again especially in the middle of the night, besides his downfall was another factor that immensely stressed him and he couldn't really put a finger on it. His frail, youthful heart yet throbbed in his chest. Without resting for a single second. Her cattish hazelish-green eyes looked down at her predator.

"Father, may I speak to you?" He eventually heard her persistent voice, ringing in his ears to speak in person with him.

In this moment, he momentarily opened the car's door how the young woman insisted, crossing her arms. Their eyes met, locking up her stare. Grotesque frown crawled on her grimaced face as he arched an eyebrow. What flabbergasted the aspiring, pigheaded holy man was actually his rape victim's appearance again! He opted to sort his mind what are going to be his first words from this moment though Father McKenzie kept his wits about her intense abhorrence towards him. 

"Alright, alright! You say you got a real solution. Well you know. We don't love to see the plan." The Beatles sang in the background yet.

"You listen to the Beatles, right?" He nodded his head, affirming her words as the truth itself as a wicked smirk formed on her plump, nude painted lips. "You have a great music taste. I didn't know the priests like such music." The brunette responded in deriding manner, setting free a scoffing chuckle. Meanwhile Alexander couldn't oppress a chuckle, joining the other adult as he wiped his sweaty eyebrow as his face was sheeted in dew of perspiration, glinting in the partly light car once he stopped driving. 

"Do not...Do not chuckle, you predatory bastard!" She snapped at him furiously, incapable of overcoming the pain she experienced 6 years ago when he raped her in his dorm room in the local Boston church. Sally ferociously glared at him without feeling any remorses of her antagonizing demeanor towards him. He shuffled his feet in unsettled way, wearing a scowling facial expression, imprinted on his young-looking face. "You have not the right to laugh into my face. Into the face of your prey. The prey, you violated and left to root all alone with an unborn child ages ago." The lady rambled up to him, grabbing him by his clerical collar as she pierced a glare into his unpredictable apprehensive sapphire blue eyes, earning his respect as he gritted firmly his white teeth. 

"Release me from this grip, Sally!" He pleaded plainly, shutting tightly his eyelids as his hands shifted up to her both elvish ones, squirmed them away from his collar. "Have some respect for a man of the cloth!"

"Ha! Man of the cloth?" She removed her hands by crossing her arms again, a smug grin honed up in the corner of her lips. "You are joking with me, Father McKenzie. You haven't got the right to call yourself a man of the cloth. You broke your vows. You are just a criminal, who deserves to be in jail for his deeds. Not a lunatic like you to be released and be carte blanche at all! Stop overestimating yourself, rapist!"

"It's as disrespectful as to owe me an apology for these ugly words, miss Whigham!" He riposted cleverly as she gasped frustrated. Meantime the member of the clergy couldn't suppress an instictive guffaw into the young woman's words, perceiving them as preposterous. "I am neither your friend, nor somebody you know well enough to talk to me like that."

"You ask me for a contribution. Well, you know. We're doing what we can. But if you want money for people with minds that hate. All I can tell is brother you have to wait."

"Nonetheless since you disrespected me back then, I have the ultimate right to speak to you in whatever manner I desire."

"Okay, stop this shit, Sally! I would like to know why you are here."

"Take it easy, Alex!" She winked at him gamely, answering beyond calmly his protest. "I am here because I want you to come in my tent and speak to you in person urgently. If you don't mind?"

"To speak to me in person? Why do you want it, Sally?" He questioned her twice as she nodded on his first question. 

"Don't you know it's gonna be. All right, all right, all right. You say you'll change the constitution. Well, you know."

What Father McKenzie sensed promptly was actually a prejudice, awaring his mind by flooding it with profound, malignant thoughts, resurfacing like boats! Little did he know why she insisted to speak to him in person since years have passed when they were hardly close to one another and he used her with malicious intentions, besides she suffered for years. 

"No stupid questions! Just drive me to my tent and I will tell you right away what we are going to discuss together."

She walked up to the other side of his car by sitting next to him as he closed his car door, waiting for her to buckle her belt and drive to her tent in a matter of minutes where they are supposed to negotiate as well. 

***

"Thank you for this beautiful night, ladies and gentlemen!" The former freak show owner expressed her gratitude after singing the fifth song for tonight, bowing on the cabaret in front of the vigorously applauding audience.

"You were fantastic, Miss Mars!" Somebody from the merry audience cried out loud.

"I love you, Ms. Mars! Your songs resurrected me." The redhead yelled jubilantly, clapping her hands yet as she earned the German lady's stare and radiant smile.

"Thank you, guys! You were great especially when we sang the chorus together. It emboldened me to carry on and come to the conclusion how awesome you were." The German emigrant expressed her gratitude once again, stretching her arm idly.

In the interim, the couple sipped their lukewarm bourbon, relishing its alcoholic liquor streaming down inside their bodies.

"How many of you insist for the next song if you have the wish to travel in different world with me," The German woman paused, taking a deep breath and wiping her sweaty forehead with her gloved forearm. "To go in non-existent world to cleanse our minds from the detrimental thoughts and fuel our hearts with warmness and pleasure? Huh?"

"Yes, we want more."

"Okay, okay, okay! The next song is with us, of course." The song's instrumental commenced to play in the background as the majority of the people clapped their hands incessantly, cheering up the artist, encouraging her to entertaining the sea of people who are eager to listen more and more songs of the inspirational German emigrant, oozing with tremendous talent and doubtless charisma she possessed. "What do you want me to sing for you?"

Some people from the audience avered Elsa to sing Marlene Dietrich's song Where have all the flowers gone, whereas, there was another part of her admirers who prefered something else than the first request for 6th song. Instead of conforming of singing the second song, she chose the first song request. 

"Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them, every one!" The single mother of 2 children began singing as her eloquent, breathtaking voice allured forthwith the horde of fans and not exactly fans of the German emigrant. 

Ellie, Tristan, Valerie and Agnes were falling in love all over again with the former freak show owner's vivid voice, melting their hearts to edges as they sipped their beverages, whilst the former members of the church were drowning themselves in deep, logical discussions and watching Elsa in the same time. 

On one hand, the couple and Frank liked and admired the artist, while on other hand, they were rather appalled by her past and her deeds back then, when she used to be in Germany before her emigration. What astounded the couple was actually there were a handful of dancers, who assisted the singer twice, consequently rendering the show even more intriguing and mind blowing.

***

"I would like to thank you for driving here, Alex!" Sally thanked from the bottom of her heart as the priest helped her to get from the car by opening the vehicle's door, offering her a mischievous, cocky smile, curled up in the corner of his lips. "I know how strong is our hatred, however, the forgiveness and diplomacy are the keys for not holding eternal grudges."

"That's right, Sally! I am still wondering why you are so kind to me, although the happened a long time ago." As soon as the both adults got from the car and Alexander locked up his vehicle with a padlock key, they exceedingly ambled up to the grandiose tent.

"Screw all this!" Sally pretended like she was forgiving him though she had another plans tk manipulate him otherwise, gaining mutual temporary trust. "Don't be too brashful, Alexander!"

What the oracle's alternative plan was actually to manipulate the holy man by inviting him in her home and mortify him with sinisterly haunting predictions! Little did the priest know what might happen to him and how dangerous may appear Sally especially years after the incident. Perhaps there were other ways to express hatred.

As soon as they entered inside the grand tint palace, Alexander followed his rape victim without blandly bickering her. When they entered through the first door, leading to the oracle's room with the crystall ball, they seated against one another.

"Do you want a cigarette?" The young lady offered a cigarette by handing her cigarette pack to the member of the clergy through the table as the fingers of her other hand were occupied with holding the lighted one.

"No, no, thank you!" Alexander answered, giving her a wrily sly smile, shaped on his lips as their eyes met, locking up her gaze.

"Oh, Alex! You are such a master in the lies. Why do you reject a cigarette especially from the person who's forgiving you?" She gasped reluctantly, rolling her eyes, yet grasping the cigarette pack by offering a cigarette the young man.

"I just can't believe how nice are you especially after what I did to you." He smelled something eccentric in his prey's demeanor. "But I will take the cigarette. Thank you!" In the meantime, Father McKenzie took a cigarette from the cigarette pack, hence, putting it in his mouth as he bended so that Sally can lit it up until he took a puff of it, rising his torso.

"There's a difference, Alexander! At least, I am offering you a cigarette and that's not such a big deal. At all!" Sally chewed her bottom lip in dismayed manner. The least she expected was actually to earn her predator's kindness and to treat her normally for straight 5 minutes. She took a drag of its length.

"Okay, Sally! What brought me there to speak to you?"

"Oh, Alex! Your presence is exceedingly urgent to be right there. I have to tell you something serious," Then she took another drag of her cigarette, blowing dim that overspread quickly in the room. "And it has to do with something which might scare you for the rest of your days once I begin. However, before that,"

"Are you trying to spook me?" The priest cut her off and arched an eyebrow in questionable way, taking a puff of its length by releasing dim from his mouth and nostrils, diffusing. 

"Do not interrupt me! You are so ill-behaved." The brunette hissed a lisp, leaving her cigarette in the plain ashtray, playing with her fingers seconds before starting with wrapping them around the glossy violet crystall ball. "Don't you dare to interrupt me again, Alex!" She furthered with her menacing warning.

"As you say!"

"Good! Let's begin then." She spread her elvish, creamy hands around the crystal ball, darting down her hazelish-green eyes right to the ball, taking a deep breath. 

First and foremost, Sally commenced to recite the magic words in Latin as Father McKenzie gaped at her in awe as he was dumbfounded by her intelligence and speaking different language than English especially a dead language. He lastly abstained from peeling a word or otherwise his goose is going to be cooked by the oracle, who was ultimately focused on her task. 

All of a sudden, something emerged inside the violet crystall ball for predictions as she contemplated some explicit pictures which were solely visible for her unlike for the rest of the ordinary human beings, who aren't specialized in occult and enchanting studies. 

"What happened?" He inquired as she shifted her hazel eyes up to his azure blue eyes.

"Well, since your family's death, as a result of poisoning as its perpetrator is known," Meanwhile Father McKenzie's face became palid and feeble as he sensed his heart rapidly, briskly hammering in his chest as his heart dropped in his stomach and taking another drag of his cigarette, blowing dim. "Their ghosts who haven't found peace with themselves, they are haunting the one who gave them the wine bottle with the venom." Then he realized it was him, who had such relentless revenge on his family without regretting his personal choice. 

"Excuse me, how it's possible?" Alexander cleared his throat as he placed the cigarette back in the ashtray as he lowered his colossal hands down to his pant's legs, wiping the sudoriferous palms of his hands. The priest, himself, didn't believe in ghosts and spectral figures though his career was involved in priesthood. He thought they were actually myths and has nothing to do with the religion and God. "I don't even believe in the existence of ghosts, who might hunt me down, regardless what I have done."

"There are definitely ghosts, who either smile to us or glaring at us. Ghosts of people, who passed away and left their tracks in the limbo." Afterwards Sally took the cigarette between her both fingers, taking a puff of its length, omitting stenching, pungent dim. "However, I haven't finished and let me tell you about these spectrals. They know everything about the person, who is behind their nemesis. They glare at him. Constantly. Hoping this soul one day arrives in the sky and owe an apology to these dead souls."

"Is that what you actually want, Sally?" The man of the cloth retorted rhetorically, growling as he casted a malicious glare on the oracle's olive tanned complexion. "To scare me away from the ghosts, who exist in your tiny head? In your narrow mind?" In the interim, he instantly earned her piercing glare as if he felt two razor-edged, honed razors gouging his eyes as they thickly, marveously bleed, flowing unremitting warm blood. "You lied to me and wanted to make me some kind of a joke and embarrass me."

"That's not what you expected, asshat!" She crossed her arms as she couldn't suppress a significantly growing smug smirk across her lips. "It's true what the ghosts are doing. They haunt you. They are inspecting deeply your downfall with grins, inked on their faces. Your nemesis which will bring you down. Your destiny that will reward you with something splendid in the end of this year. Especially soon."

Then he got from the table, taking his unfinished cigar by throwing it into Sally's face as she dodged successfully, emitting a vile chuckle.

"You are so horrible in throwing things, Alexander." He aimed to the door to exit the tent as soon as possible, whereas she was still sitting. "You are such a pathetic bully."