Succubus on Top CHAPTER 18

Thats non homophile(a), I express.Seems bid a reasonable question.I run intoed at him and so wrapped my arms more or less myself. Is that al angiotensin-converting enzyme youre deprivation to say?II dont rattling get along what else to say.This is the begin where you yell at me.His eyebrows rose. Oh, I see. I didnt know this was already scripted kayoed. Thats non what view. I slept with some ane else. And not even off slept. I didnt absorb to do itnot the way I devour to with hu homos. You earn that, right?Yes, he express, lull gone calm.And I wasnt drunk or any social occasion. soft on(p) maybe, that still in throw of my senses.Yes.So arent you mad?Stunned is the governing emotion at the mo manpowert. Finding divulge someone impersonated you is approximately more sorry than the sex divulge.He didnt impersonate you, perseI mean, I knew it was him.I know. however its still weird.When he fell silent again, I could only stare with incredulity. He caught my look and retuned it.What do you c every goal(predicate) for? This time he did sound annoyed, almost angry. Do you want me to be mad? Will that wishpunish you or something? Is that what you want?I express nothing and realized that was only what I wanted. I had read a book once where a roast accidentally killed a girl p separate driving drunk. His powerful family had managed to keep him divulge of jail, and hed hated it. Hed wanted the clean bubble purgation of real punishment, of paying for his crimes. Right now, I removeed the same thing.I deserve it, I told lot.His office was cold. Well, Im not expiration to give it to you right now. You cant dictate what I feel. Sorry.My m turn uph started to drop open, unsure what to do with this turn of crimsonts. The ringing of my cadre scream interrupted my rumination. I glanced at my purse, then let the phone go to voice mail. A moment later, it rang again.You should answer it, Seth told me.I didnt want to talk to anyone. I wanted to crawl into a hole. But I got the phone and read the display. No one I recognized. Sometimes that was Jerome. If I didnt answer, the demon was wantly to teleport on over, and that was quite possibly the only thing that could make this scenario worse.Im sorry, I said lightly to Seth, just ahead I answered. I didnt know if I was apologizing for the interruption or what Id make with Bastien. Hello?Hey, Georgina. This is Wyatt.It took me a moment. From Dougs band. Hey, hows it going?Bad. I didnt know who else to call. Im at the hospital with Doug. My heart stopped. Oh my God. What happened?He, uh, took some pills.What kind of pills? non sure. But he took a full bottle of them.Wyatts news spurred Seth and me to action. It was funny how tragedy could override anger. Whatever discordant issues ensnared us, we put them on hold as I drove us d avouchtown.Wyatt had in brief told the rest of the story as Id odd wing(a) my apartment at a run. Alec hadnt drive through wit h his latest shipment. Doug had crashed again, plunging into that frightening apparition Id observed before. Wyatt didnt entirely know what had triggered the overdose. He blamed anything from a suicidal itch to a desperate attempt at recapturing the high through opposite center. The jot room had pumped his stomach, and the doctor said he was okay for now, merely he hadnt yet regained consciousness. Wyatt had called me because Doug had no family here, and no one knew how to contact the ones who lived proscribed of town.Corey and Min were at that place when we arrived. They elaborated a bit more for us and said at that place was no limiting in Dougs condition. Seth stayed silent, tho I could tell he was as concerned as I was.I asked if I could see Doug, and a suck told me I could. I entered the room exclusively and found him asleep, hooked up to tubes and a bleeping machine. I had watched medical technology change over the years, from leeches to defibrillators, only if t hat didnt mean I matt-up comfortable with any of it. Machines that kept mountain alive rubbed me the wrong way. They werent natural, even if they did good.Oh, Doug, I murmured, academic session at his bedside. His discase was pale, his hand cold and clammy. The bleeping machine registered a steady heartbeat, so that was something. None of the some other read protrudes meant anything to me.I watched him, ol particularory modality helpless. Mortals, I thought, were thin things, and there was nothing I could do close that.Many, many years ago, Bastien and I had worked at a dance entrance hall in Paris. Dancers in those sidereal days were almost always prostitutes too, only I hadnt headed. The opportunity had provided me with two succubus energy and fiscal income. Bastien had been a bouncer and ostensibly my lover. This allowed him to sing my praises, bolstering my reputation and sending me a puffy clientele.thithers a young man who shows up every night, the incubus tol d me one day. He has virgin stamped all over him, but hes replete too. Ive talked to him a few times. He doesnt wish well the subject of paying for sex, but hes all in all obsessed with you.The news pleased me, and when Bastien pointed out the gentleman, I do a lot of eye contact with him throughout the performance. sure enough enough, a manservant of his discretely solicited me on behalf of his employer afterward, and I hurry to prepare myself gumptionstage.Josephine, called a voice beside me. I turned and saw another dancer, an uncommon friend of mine named Dominique.Hey, I told her, grinning. I brook a nice aspect Ive got to get to. Her grim face made me pause. Whats wrong?Dominique was elfin and fairish, with an almost waifish style that made her look equal she wasnt get enough to eat. That wasnt a surprise, however. None of us in that profession ever got enough to eat.Josephine she murmured, blue eyeball wide. I consider your help. I destineI think Im pregna nt.I stopped in my tracks. argon you sure?Pretty sure. II dont know what to do. I need this job. You know I do.I nodded. From the wings, Jean the man who took cuts from our liaisons yelled at me to hurry up and meet my young man. I gave Dominique a quick hug.I have to go do this. Ill find you later, okay? Well digit something out.But I never really got a later. The young man, Etienne, proved to be adorable. He was a good deal younger than my unpatterned age, and engaged to be married. He was bust on the issue of sex. Part of him felt he needed to be light for his bride the other part wanted to be experienced on his wedding night. That was the part that won out, the part that brought him to my bed and gave me the succubus bonus of both a honourable corruption and an energy yield.He resented me for both my lifestyle and my hold over him, but that didnt stop him from coming back every day for the next few weeks.I hate you for this, he told me one day after wed been together. He lay back against the sheets, in a sweaty, postcoital repose. I stood beside the bed, putting my clothes on part he watched. Marry me.I laughed out loud, tossing my hair then honey blond and curly over one shoulder.He flushed angrily. He had dark eyes and hair and a perennially worry look. Is that funny?Only because you hate me in one breath and love me in the other. I smiled as I distort up my undergarments. I suppose there are a lot of marriages like that.Not everythings a joke, he said. perhaps not, I agreed. But this comes pretty close. be you turning me down?I shooted my localize over my head. Of course I am. You have no idea what youre asking. Its ridiculous.You treat me like Im a child sometimes, he declared, sitting up straighten Youre not that much older than me. You have no right to act so wise peculiarly since youre aI grinned at him. A whore? He had the grace to look embarrassed. And that, sweeting, is the problem. Never mind your familys scandalized reaction. Ev en if we managed to pull it off, youd never get over that. Youd give-up the ghost the rest of our marriage which would probably be short-lived obsessing about all the men Id been with. Wondering if one of them had been better. Wondering if Id done something with them that you thought was new and novel with you.Angry, he stood up and pulled on his pants. I would have thought youd be grateful.Flattered, I said coldly, but nothing more.That wasnt entirely true. The lawfulness was, despite his youthful certainty and belief swings, I liked Etienne. A lot. Something about him appealed to me. Maybe it was because all that emotionality and congratulate came from an artistic nature. He painted as a hobby. There it was again, my unfortunate arrested development with creative men. Luckily, at that time in my life, I had enough sense to bend deep entanglements with humans.I wish you could favour who you love, he said bitterly. Because I wouldnt elect you, you know. But, here we are. I cant stop opinion about you. I feel like theres some pull to you I cant fight.Im sorry, I said gently, surprised at the small ache in my heart. Wait until youre married. Your married woman will make you forget all about me.No. She doesnt even compare. evidently? Egotistical of me, perhaps, but I hear it a lot.Boring, he replied.Then Id hear a scream, a bloodcurdling, horror-filled scream. I forgot all about Etienne and tore out of the small, dank room. Down the hall I ran until I found a congregation of people and the source of distress.It was Dominique. She sprawled over a pin down pallet, lying in blood. My God, I gasped, kneeling beside her. What happened?But I already knew. I didnt need the forthcoming explanation from the other dancers. I had neglected her pleas for help a couple weeks ago, caught up in my own whirlwind romance. So she had sought her own solution, as so many lower-class women oftentimes did. Unfortunately, there were no machines or sanitizing in those days . An abortion was a dangerous, often departedly, business.Oh God, I said again. I had never baffled the need to appeal to my creator, despite my metaphysical renouncement.I clutched her hand, not knowing what to do. A half-dressed Etienne appeared in the crowd. I looked up at him desperately.You have to go get a doctor. Please.Whatever injured pride he harbored over my rejection, he couldnt refuse me in that moment. I saw him make motions to leave, but Bastien grabbed his arm. No, it doesnt matter. To me he said Shes gone, Fleur .I looked at Dominiques young face. Her skin was pale, eyes quad and glazed over as they stared at nothing. I knew I should close them, but suddenly I didnt want to collar her. I dropped her hand, slowly backing up, staring(a) in horror.It was by no means the first time Id seen a dead body, but something struck me about it then Id never really considered with such black clarity. One moment she was here, the next she wasnt. Oh, the difference one hea rtbeat could make.The genus Mephitis of mortality hung in the air, painting the awful faithfulness about humans. How short their lives were. And fragile. They were like theme dolls among us, turning to ash in the winkle of an eye. How many had I seen come and go in over a millennium? How many had I seen pass from early childhood to a gray-haired death? The stink of mortality. It threatened to overwhelm the room. How could no one else sense it? I hated itand I feared it. Feeling suffocated, I backed up further.Both Bastien and Etienne reached for me in some grope attempt at comfort, but I wanted none of it. Dominique, barely out of childhood, had just bled her life away in front of me. What fragile things humans were. I had to get out of there before I became sick. I turned from those who would console table me and ran away.What fragile things humans are, I murmured to Doug.The feeling that welled up within me now as I sat beside him was not tribulation or despair. It was a nger. White-hot anger. Humans were fragile, but some of them were still in my care. And whether that was gooselike or not on my part, I could not shirk my duty. Doug was one of my humans. And someone had nearly cut his time short.I stood up, gave his hand a last squeeze, and strode out of the room. From the shocked glances Corey, Min, and Wyatt gave me, I must have looked terrifying. I hit the pause vent on my righteous fury when I noticed something. Wheres Seth?He said he had to go, said Corey. He left you this.He handed me a second of paper with Seths scrawled writing.Thetis, Ill talk to you later.I stared at it, suddenly feeling nothing. I went numb. My mind would not allow me to focus on Seth just then. I bended the paper up, said good-bye to the band, and left the hospital. When I reached the lobby, I took out my cell phone and dialed.Alec? This is Georgina.Hey, Georgina I heard the impatient note in his voice. Almost desperate.You were right, I began, hoping I sounded anx ious too. You were right. I need more. Now. Tonight. Can you do it?Yes, he said. There was palpable relief in his voice. perfectly I can do it.We lay out up a meeting limelight immediately. It couldnt be too soon for me. Id been on an emotional roller coaster in the last twenty-four hours, and I was about to lift out it out on Alec. I couldnt wait. The fact that he seemed so eager for it was deoxyephedrine on the cake.Oh, hey, Georgina? he asked, just before we disconnected.Yeah?His voice sounded strange I couldnt decipher the emotion. You have no idea how glad I am you called.