Before Neema Umayma became a psychic vampire, there was the Sisterhood of Shadows, and a troubled young woman named Nancy Jenkins.
"Very good," Magdalena said, softly. "Yes, that is correct. Each of us, each soror that remains, is a repository for the gifts, the memories of a departed sister. At this moment there are nearly a two-hundred sorors in and around this house. A large number. We are a solitary lot, each one committed to her own explorations- but each of us bears another sister’s memories, a portion of their souls embedded within our minds. As you might imagine, a lot of psychic energy swirls around such a gathering."
"Why have they all gathered here?" Nancy said. "What’s happening?"
Magdalena waited a long time before she answered. When she spoke her voice was little more than a whisper.
"The oldest among us is dying. The First American will choose a successor, so that she may pass along her mantle. It is a solemn occasion, one which also holds the potential for great danger. Your coming here, at this particular moment…"
Magdalena paused, as if weighing her very thoughts, before continuing.
"Well…it’s disturbing, to say the least. It’s almost as if…"
The tall woman stared at Nancy for another long moment. Then she laughed, her voice ringing like the clear call of a bell on Sunday morning.
"But such a thing would be incredible. Impossible," she said. "And believe me, I’ve seen a lot of things people would consider impossible."