Hello! This my first fanfiction in a LONG time, but this story idea won't get out of my head. I'm a busy person, so I can't guarantee I'll finish the story. I'm gonna try though, I promise! It's about incubi (incubuses?) but I took the general idea and made it something completely new. Anyway, here's the prologue. Enjoy and please review.
Bang
Bang
Keith groaned and buried his face into his comforter. It's a Saturday. His parents have no business waking him up. Keith waits for his parents (maybe Shiro?) to barge in, but everything has become silent. Just when he decides it was his imagination, he hears footsteps coming toward his door.
The noise wasn't coming from his door? It was so loud though. It's nothing. It's just Mom and Dad. He shakily sits up in the bed. He's probably paranoid. He must be. Everything is fine.
He swings his legs around and, with a careful breath, silently stands. The footsteps have stopped outside his door, so he doesn't dare move. He just waits, his heart pounding.
The doorknob slowly turns. Keith squeezes his eyes shut. This can't be happening. The hairs on the back of his neck stands on end. He's suddenly hyper aware of everything as he opens his eyes. The bedroom window whistles with the force of the wind outside and the night is pitch black. His alarm clock reads 2:00. It's not even morning.
The door creaks open. Despite his fears, he's take by surprise when a strange woman enters his room. She's completely naked and covered in red liquid. It… can't be blood, right? Her pale body is almost unnaturally long. Her blonde hair is wild, like she hasn't touched it in years. She locks stunning silver eyes onto his, and he relaxes. He can't be scared as her presence radiates warmth and comfort.
She lurches hurriedly over to Keith. She moves as if she's injured even though she's incredibly fast. A small part of him knows he should move, but he stays still as she grasps his shoulders. It feels as if she needs him to stand properly. "Please" she gasps. "I'm sorry." Before Keith can ask her why she's sorry, she leans forward and captures his lips with hers.
It doesn't feel like a normal kiss, though Keith has no reference. Thick air is being forced into him, suffocating him from the force. He finally snaps out of his trance and pushes desperately against her slippery chest, but it doesn't even faze her. Keith's vision starts to tunnel. His body feels ready to explode with the searing pain forced inside him. His consciousness starts to fade. That's fine. He would gladly take death over this torture. As his eyes slip closed, she finally releases her grip.
