Bloodlines - Part 4

It took me a while to really get up and do anything important, and the catalyst for the action was rather mundane: I got hungry. Being that I still had no food, and I had a laundry list of things that I still needed to go out and buy, getting ready for the day shot to the top of my to-do list. Half an hour after I got off my rear and decided to get ready, I was done – though I was beginning to have hunger pains. I hadn't eaten in over twelve hours, and my body was making it very clear that if I didn't get some food in my stomach, its next option was to begin digesting itself.

I had only a few hours left of daylight, the sun going down earlier and earlier as the days edged us through fall and inevitably toward winter. I spent the rest of that day going around town, buying what I needed. I even ended up buying something that I wanted: a stereo system. As well, I called a cable company and got the house cable and internet. I didn't really need these things of course, but if nothing else it would make sure I could keep myself entertained. Keeping entertained, of course, was about all I had to do until the next college semester started, unless I managed to get a job in the meantime.

The last thing I did that day was go and get some groceries. Canned food, cereal, milk, orange juice, a few frozen things, and sandwich crafting materials would hold me over until I could get myself better put together. Of course, once I was back home and had everything put away, I found myself once again without much to do. I had, essentially, the same problem as the previous day. I checked the clock, saw that it was nearly six o'clock in the afternoon, and decided that I was done for the day. I was feeling a bit out of sorts, but I decided that a movie and some video games – as well as a microwaved burrito – would be a good enough plan for the night.

About an hour later, I was surprised when my doorbell rang and headed over to answer it. A quick look through the peephole showed me that it was a girl. A pretty girl. A pretty girl that had some kind of dish in her hands. I opened the door slowly, looking out at her curiously.

“Hello?” I said as I looked at her. She was gorgeous, with long, honey-blonde hair and green eyes. The dish in her hands was a couple of inches deep, with aluminum foil over the top – and there was the faintest scent of tomatoes, meat, cheese, and pasta. I had a feeling I knew what was in it, and I was beginning to salivate. Thankfully, I had enough control not to drool.

“Hi there.” The girl said, “I'm Molly; Thomas and Martha's daughter, from next door.” She smiled, “My mother made this for you. I hope you like lasagna.” She held the dish up, offering it to me. “She just wanted me to bring it over to you.”

I whimpered like a puppy as I heard that. “You're all way too nice.” I said in a small voice, opening the door all the way and taking the dish.

“Careful, it's hot.” Molly advised as I took it from her, careful to take it by the carry handles rather than the bottom. Once I had it in my hands she smiled happily. “She also said that you can keep the dish, so you don't have to worry about having it.”

I smiled softly, “Tell her that I said thank you.” I said sheepishly. “Oh, and my name is Jorge.”

She nodded, “I know; my dad told us about you and him talking.” A smirk came to her lips. “You're a lot cuter than I thought you would be.”

I blushed all the way down to my toes. I'd had a girlfriend in high school, but that had been years ago. A girl hadn't said anything like that to me since senior year. When she giggled, I knew why and did the first thing that came to mind. I poked my tongue out at her. “Not nice to laugh at your new neighbor, y'know.”

She gave me a wicked look. “Oh?” She stepped close so that the only thing between us was the dish I held. She traced a finger from my neck, and down my chest. “And, what should I do with my new neighbor? Hm?” She batted her eyelashes, “I'm sure you have a suggestion.”

I suddenly felt as if I couldn't move, frozen in place as I looked down at her, and really noticed her outfit for the first time. The white top was low cut, giving a good view of her cleavage. The skirt was short, but just long enough that a draft wouldn't reveal too much. And, if that wasn't enough, the material of her top was thin enough that I could see through it, and my eyes caught the outline of the red lace that lay beneath. My libido took off like a rocket. However, the problem with all the blood draining out of one head and rushing into the other was that my brain couldn't create witty banter.

In an instant, the chance was gone, as she stepped back and began to walk away. She paused, just long enough to look over her shoulder at me, and quickly say: “Sorry to cut this short, but I have to be getting back to my homework. Professors, am I right?” She winked and then went along her way. My eyes followed her as she hopped over the fence, catching the slightest glimpse of the red lace that was hidden beneath the skirt as she did so. Only once she was out of sight did I step back inside and shut the door. My mind ran with fantasies as I set the dish on the counter. Then, suddenly, something popped into my mind.

I groaned, “Oh god, she's my neighbor's daughter; I can't be thinking about her like that. What the hell is wrong with me?” I slapped myself a couple of times, then leaned on the counter. “No. No, no, no – I can't think about her that way. Her parents have been so nice already. First Tom, now Martha making this food...” I groaned, then looked down at my pants and the bulge that had formed, “Oh come on, man... go away...”

Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly, and then put the lasagna in the fridge. I couldn't help but find myself feeling incredibly frustrated as the night went on, and nothing at all seemed to help. Images of Molly in nothing but the lacy red underthings I knew she had been wearing kept flashing through my mind, no matter what I did. I tried watching movies. I tried playing video games. I tried pushups, jumping jacks, situps, shadowboxing; even grabbing onto a door frame and doing pull-ups by my freakin' fingertips. Nothing at all seemed to help me get her out of my head.

Mind you, by this point in my life, I wasn't a virgin. My first girlfriend and I had gone that far a few times – which actually lead to our break up. She had, eventually, had a pregnancy scare. We used protection and a morning-after pill each time. Yet, all the same, she ended up being late by about four weeks one time during our senior year. She freaked out and blabbed everything to her mother, before even mentioning anything to me. Her father forbid her from ever dating me again, and went so far as to send her to a different school in the district. Only later did I find out that the scare she'd had was nothing to do with a pregnancy. She'd been under a lot of stress, and it had thrown her cycle off.

Point being, that meant that it had been three years since I'd been intimate with anyone. In college I wasn't one of the party people. I studied, did my work, and pretty much kept to myself. I had a small group of friends, but it was mostly comprised of people I knew before college – and most of those people were either male, in a relationship, or not interested for a variety of reasons. Sex had dropped off my mental radar for most of my time in college, save once or twice. Yet, here was my libido alive and well after three years of not needing it – and it really sucked to have it trying to run away with my mind and body. Hell, it was physically painful.

Yet, I came up with a plan – one formed of desperation and willpower. I started exercising, the same way that I had already done earlier, but this time I didn't stop. I kept going until I wore myself out and collapsed on my bed. There was no reading tonight. The moment I dropped into bed, I crashed. It hadn't especially helped my condition, but I was so tired that I couldn't stay awake. I passed out and fell immediately into a deep sleep.

The next thing I knew, I was laying in my bed, the lamp down low. I wasn't alone, either. At first, I couldn't tell who it was, but someone was crawling up my body – kissing along my chest. I blinked, looked down, and saw golden hair. That blush returned, especially when she looked up at me. It was Molly, and she was just as I had seen her earlier in my mind's eye. Red lace was all that covered her. She said not a word, but continued that trail of kisses up to my neck, pressing her body against mine. My arousal flared, my hands moving up to her hips and trailing along her body.

Briefly, the thought that this was wrong flashed through my mind, but that thought fled in the next moment – when her lips touched mine. As my hands moved, feeling along her curves, touching her silken skin, I kissed her deeper. Though it didn't last. There was a sudden pain in my chest, a weight pressing down, and everything seemed to go blurry; then melt away and go black. My eyes then shot open, and a very different sight came to my eyes. A woman, a few short years older than me, sitting on my chest in little more than a black bikini – her hands pressed down on my chest as she straddled it. However, she was no human woman.

Her skin was a dark gray, her hair was white, and her eyes glowed like molten iron. Her body was seductive in every way, with wide hips, and a voluptuous chest. Her nails were sharp, though well maintained. Her teeth were sharp as well. The strangest parts, however, were the leathery bat-like wings that spread wide behind her – the tips touching opposite walls of the room – and the small ram-like horns on her head that seemed to grow out just above her ears. In the back of my mind, I knew what she was, but I couldn't believe it.

I realized now that Molly had just been a dream, some kind of seduction, but this had to be a dream too, right? Last night the Grim Reaper, tonight a Succubus? I had to be having nightmares. It was the house, or the room – I just wasn't over what this place was to my family. That had to be the sane explanation, didn't it?

When her eyes stopped glowing, she blinked, and she looked down at me – her eyes now a steel gray, but gentle, and touched by confusion.

“What the... That's not fair.” She looked down at me, and I looked up at her. She saw that I was awake, and curiously poked my chest. “Why'd you wake up? I was doing it right, wasn't I?” She pouted, sadness touching her features as her wings seemed to go limp behind her; even resting on the floor. I couldn't help it – for a brief moment, she looked really cute in that 'sad puppy' way.

Now I was the confused one, but rather than answer her question, I asked her one of my own. “Would you mind getting off my chest? Please?”

Her eyes opened a bit wider and she abruptly scooted herself back – now straddling my lap, which did not especially help my situation, but at least I could breathe properly. She didn't even seem to notice, even though I knew she could feel what was beneath her. She just kept giving me that sad look, and I knew she was wondering what it was that had gone wrong. I, however, didn't know if I should actually tell her what had happened. So, I didn't address her question. Instead, I asked another.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I had meant to sound more in control, more authoritative, but the words came out tinged with fear. The smile that spread on her lips scared me more, for a moment.

“No. I'm not trying to kill you. I'm just feeding.” She said, leaning down and nuzzling me. It was only then, as I looked over her shoulder, that I saw the long thin tail that came from the small of her back – with what looked like a polished spade at the end. It was black and lithe like a whip. “I don't kill anyone I feed from. Only the Black Widows do that.” She leaned back then and looked at me, “Didn't you like that fantasy?”

I blushed deeply then, “I... well, yeah, but...” I stopped, “All of a sudden I felt this pain in my chest, and a weight on it, which pulled me out of the dream.”

She tilted her head curiously, “That shouldn't have happened.” She said, glancing upward in thought, “I was there the whole time. I wonder why you felt that all of a sudden.”

“Well, I sure don't know.” I said, then noticed that at some point my hands had moved up to her hips and winced, pulling my hands away. “Sorry.”

She grabbed my wrists and placed my hands back on her hips, giggling as she did, “I'm a succubus. You don't have to be sorry for touching me in a moment like this.”

I looked at her curiously. I'd never been around a female that was so forward, and for a moment I wasn't even thinking of her as a supernatural entity. She was just a regular woman for a moment, and the words simply came out of my mouth. “Moment like what?”

She looked at me blankly for a moment and then laughed. Leaning down again, she slid her arms around me and held me, looking into my eyes. “You're not a virgin, but you're still kind of innocent, aren't you?” Her words confused me, but what came next set off all kinds of alarms in my head. She kissed me – on the lips – and all at once I remembered what she actually was. I was terrified, first by about a thousand things that ran through my mind regarding what kissing a succubus could mean, and then that was immediately followed by fear, anger, and disgust at myself for how my body reacted.

Without skipping a beat, I was kissing her back, and my hands on her hips grabbed them – holding them in a tight, even possessive, grip. The arousal was still there and hadn't diminished while we were talking. When I groaned, she leaned back a little, breaking the kiss and looking down at me. There was a kindness, a warmth in her smile that I would never have expected a demon – whether real or in a dream – to have.

“You know,” She said slowly, one of her hands running through my short red hair. Behind her, I could see her wings lift and spread like they had been when I had first woken up. A sign, perhaps, of when she was either excited or happy. Her tail even moved side to side a little, coiling a bit – kind of like a cat's – as it moved. “I can put you back to sleep if you relax. I could slip you right back to where you left off, and when you wake up, that frustration you're feeling will be gone.”

I swallowed thickly, not sure what to do. When I was a teenager, I'd read up on mythological creatures, succubi included, and I knew what would happen if one took too much energy from you. You would die in your sleep, and while that was theoretically a nice way to go if you were going to die, I didn't particularly want to die. She seemed to sense my hesitation.

“If you worried, I can't prove I'm well behaved, but I can tell you that I've never harmed anyone.” She smiled a little, “I even used to feed off the young couple that used to live here.”

My eyes went wide, “You did what?!” I snapped, a bit of anger coming through. Something about her feeding off my parents made me angry, and I had snapped – at least verbally.

She blinked, leaning back more as if I'd slapped her when I snapped like that. “I used to feed off them. I don't have to do it directly. I can do it if I'm just nearby.” Her voice got small again, her tail and wings starting to go limp. “They wanted a baby, and I would wait until they were together, alone, cuddled up on the couch or something. Then I would just kind of give them a little lustful push and wait for the magic. I never went hungry so long as they were around. That and they were fun to watch.” She glanced off to the side, “And I know I sound sappy when I say it, but they were really cute together. So... I used to kind of look out for them.”

I was quiet for a moment, looking up at her and taking in what she had said. Then, finally, I leaned up a bit and kissed her, softly, on the lips. She almost pulled back, but I pulled her against me and held her there until I felt her arms go over my shoulder and around my neck – until I felt her kiss me back. Once she did, I waited a couple of beats before breaking the kiss myself. Then I spoke in a whisper to her, against her lips. “They were my parents.”

She leaned back then, abruptly, looking at me in shock. Then she looked over my physique, running her fingers through my hair and over my body, as if inspecting me. Finally, she smiled. “I can believe it. A bit pale for Jorge's boy, but you have your mother's lovely hair.” She looked at me curiously then, “Such pretty blue eyes, too.”

I blushed again, “My grandmother has blue eyes, too. I think I got that from her side.”

She nodded and leaned in again, nuzzling my cheek and kissing my neck softly, affectionately as we stayed there in each other's arms. Her wings and tail perked right up again, and I was sure now that they reacted to her emotional state – kind of like a happy dog wagging its tail. “I was there that night.” She said softly, “I was there the night you were conceived. I had already gone by the time your father was killed, but...”

“Killed?” I interrupted her, “He was murdered?”

“You didn't know?” She leaned back a little bit, just enough to look me in the face.

“No.” I shook my head, “My grandparents didn't tell me he was murdered. They only ever said that he had died.”

She ran her fingers through my hair once more and nodded. “Oh. I see. Well, I don't know exactly what happened. All I know is that there was a murder investigation, but they never figured out who did it.”

I looked down then, though felt a little odd being contemplative while, essentially, staring down into her cleavage. So, slowly, I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling – rolling my eyes slightly when I heard her restrain a laugh. My train of thought was derailed after that, and I shook my head.

“Sorry.” She said softly, kissing me on the chin. Her wings flexed a bit then, pulling back close to her before moving, wrapping around us both. “But I do give you my word. I will never harm you.”

When I heard that come from her, I could feel myself relax, and I leaned into her a bit, kissing her neck. “What's your name?”

She grinned, “Cassandra. You can call me Cass, or Cassie if you like. And you are?”

I nodded a bit, my eyes feeling heavy. “Jorge. She named me after him.” I let my hands rest on her waist, “I think I'm ready to go back to sleep, Cass.” I whispered, “But can I get two requests?”

“What do you want?” She asked quietly.

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

“I'll think about it.” She whispered seductively. “What else?”

“No more chest pain, yeah?”