A succubus with a soul (Part 2) – By Zara Thorn

Part 1

I could feel the tension, I could sense the tears, I could hear his whimper, and I could smell the fear. I guess anyone would be once they caught me when I was looking for a place to eat. It was at 3 A.M and no other souls seemed to wonder the roads. He was very delectable indeed. An Italian boy, quite plump. His aroma was very distinct and in the condition I was in at the time I guess anyone’s would be. To him though, suddenly everything around was darker, colder, and the only thing he could see were my glowing bloodshot eyes. Quicker than a cheetah I glided to him. Then he could feel my breath, and he could feel my cold fingertips trace against his face. I whispered “don’t scream, it will just make things worse” as I traced my nails against his lips drawing out blood. He started crying as I bit into his neck and started to feast and all he could do was squirm. He disappeared from this earth. The only traces of him were the leftover blood that was stained into my shirt.
I was too full to move but I looked great. I was glowing! I just laid there grinning to myself with blood all over my mouth and clothes. Then came Hunter… He was walking home from his friend’s house. Oh, how beautiful he was. His pitch black hair brushed against his flawless skin. He was about 6 ft tall and he looked strong. He could be mistaken for a succubus if he didn’t smell so tasty. As he was walking he noticed the beautiful girl drenched in blood in the middle of the road. He ran to me as fast as he could, thinking I was injured. “Oh god, are you okay?” he said to me when he ripped his headphones off his ears. I could hear the band “Blessthefall” blasting and I just giggled. I said “no sir I’m as good as new. I just play with blood when I’m bored” and I started cracking up. I could sense his fear. But the boy was smart, he knew I could kill him any moment I wanted to so he decided not to be stupid and get me angry. He was going to befriend the killer. He decided to befriend the demon. He laughed with me, it was obvious he was acting but I did not mind. His fake smile was still so beautiful… I was amazed, the silence grew as I was staring into his eyes amazed. The silence broke when he asked me what I was doing in the streets alone.
“The streets are my home and I have no family” I sighed.
He could see the sorrow that filled in my eyes. He felt sorry, that’s more I have ever felt from anyone. I felt free around this boy, even if I just met him and he was only talking to me because he didn’t want to get killed but already he was the closest thing I had so I let myself cry a bit. He wiped my bloody tears off my cheek not knowing that they were made out of blood. Then he just admired my face. It looked so innocent, especially when I was sad. He picked me up. His body heat surrounded my cold blooded skin. I fit in his arms oh so perfectly that it was unbearable.
“What.. What are you doing?” he didn’t know how to answer my question
“You can stay with me for a while if you like” I blushed, why would he take in a killer like me?
“This is not my blood, Hunter.”
He flinched, I had just reminded him that I’m not as innocent as I look. He got even more frightened realizing that I knew his name, but of course demons can read minds and people. He whispered, “ I think I can trust you.”… There was an undeniable connection and he felt it too. I could hear his heart pound against me. I felt like all my surroundings disappeared, just me and him. Time flew by and we arrived to his home and I just pretended to sleep so I could be in his arms forever.
– To be continued

Zara Thorn is a teen age writer