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The Sinclairs had acquired another daughter. From where exactly, they would not say. Certainly not via the natural method, since the girl had seemingly sprung fully formed into the world at the age of 18. Yet the uncanny resemblance to her mother ruled out adoption. At least, regular adoption. His congregation had their suspicions, gossiping darkly about what went on at the Sinclairs' farmstead, with theories ranging from alien pod people to demons clothed in female skin. The more he came to know the girls, the less preposterous the latter seemed. But as the family's pastor, it wasn't his place to pry; simply to administer the baptism.
The angelic Rebecca Sinclair kneeled in the baptismal font, submerged up to her chest, her eyes fixed on him. A bead of sweat trickled down his priestly collar, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. His skin crawled like it wanted to hop off his body and run out of the room. Did she ever blink? She was almost naked, just a sodden, translucent shawl clinging to her chest, yet he felt his soul laid bare before that penetrating stare.
Behind her, her parents beamed proudly. At the far end of the chapel, the confessional booth rocked and creaked slightly. The Sinclairs' first two daughters, Abigail and Leah, had snuck away to their favorite place. They liked to think they'd discovered a loophole in Lutheran doctrine, and delighted in... playing together in his booth, so that they could confess their sins immediately afterwards. Or during. He shuddered. Their parents had either not noticed their conspicuous absence or were being willfully ignorant of it, as their low, feminine moans, synchronized with the rocking of the booth, echoed in the hallowed chamber.
With the inexplicable feeling of entering into a lion enclosure, the pastor stepped into the pool. Her head swiveled to follow him. Cautiously he placed a hand on the top of her golden head, noting as he did so the subtle irregularities of her scalp beneath his fingers. Closer to her, he could make out dozens of near-invisible, crisscrossing lines just under the surface of her skin, laid out like fading surgical scars that traced the contours of her breasts and perfect figure.
Her eyes snapped around, her gaze challenging his as she caught him in the act of examining her body. Was she angry? Bashful? Amused? No emotion registered on her face. He cleared his throat nervously and began to recite the rites. Ending with an 'amen', he placed gentle pressure on her head. Then slightly less gentle. The muscles in her neck and his arm bunched. Her head didn't move an inch.
"Honey, let the nice man push you under or it won't work," the girl's mother whispered.
Silently she stared at her mother, a muscular twitch in the corners of her mouth and eye. Then, begrudgingly, she allowed herself to be pushed backward. Even as the water closed over her open eyes, she didn't blink.
"In the name of the Father and the-"
She tolerated being held there for all of 1.5 seconds before a fist erupted from the water, catching him in the chin and throwing him back with an unpriestly oath. Droplets of blood splattered into the water. He clutched his teeth. The dripping girl glowered at him with fist clenched, while Mrs Sinclair reached over the font to pull her to her bosom.
"Ohhh, you must have scared her," Mrs Sinclair chided him sharply. "She must have thought you were trying to hurt her, the poor dear. There, there, sweetie. It's okay. He's not going to hurt you anymore," she cooed softly, stroking her daughter's shoulders.
"Me hurt her?" the pastor slurred. There was a horrible slackness to his jaw. "Uhghn. I shink she bruuhk muh juuh."