This is a story I had written for a different fandom when I started writing. I am revamping it and fleshing it out to suit our Doccubus needs. This is a small prologue where I want to find if there's interest in this story. As always reviews are not only welcomed but encouraged. I want to give thanks to KTM250 for the slight nod in this direction since I had multiple stories in my head and didn't know which to post first.
This story is dedicated to SuccubusShinobi, my wife, who is very patient and shares the little time we have together with my writing.
As always characters are property of their creators, however the story is all mine.
The Joy of Dying: Prologue.
I never gave it much thought to how I would die, but now that it's over and done with I wouldn't have it any other way. Yes, my name is Lauren Lewis and I'm currently dead.
I was born on June 5th, 1981. I was a healthy newborn, my parents proud and beaming and my grandparents ecstatic. As a toddler I was often referred to as adorable and as a kid my passion was in literature and science. When I hit high school I blossomed into a beautiful girl with a hunger for intellect. My parents thought I was becoming a proper woman when I was accepted into Yale University with a full scholarship for a Doctorate in Medicine, but my real passion laid in research. Now in the peak of my life, in the midst of friends, partying, working in what I was passionate about and having a wonderful time is where I found my demise. No I'm not some angst full teenager who suddenly decided to cut my wrists off, or pop some pills and get it over with, no I'm not some tragedy case of cancer or swine flu, I'm not even a maniac car enthusiast who went too fast where they weren't supposed to, in fact, I was perfectly happy with my life I was at the very top of it.
Now in Yale I had these friends that were amazing, Alex and her girlfriend Piper were just the cherry atop my perfect Sunday of an ice-cream. They were my roommates and worked with me in the small bakery we all part-timed at. They had been absent from my life right after graduation, but when we found each other we were inseparable. We loved the local music scene and to go to post punk hardcore shows, as well as frat house events and even toga parties. What most people don't know is why we became friends and why we stayed that way for years upon years.
One sunny afternoon back in school Alex and I bumped in the hall with a guy while we waited for Piper. He was tall and scruffy and as he mumbled a half ass apology I saw his fangs from his wide smile. Alex shoved him away with a scoff disgusted at the thought as the guy kept giving us come hither eyes. I met her eyes and she shook her head once more.
"Was he?" I inquired and she let out another disgusted sound.
"Yeah, he looked Fae." She confirmed.
"Disgusting." I spat as we walked away.
Yes, we had stayed friends because we were fae-phobes. It was a term coined after the society known as the Fae come out of the shadows of humanity as they strived to live amongst us. They had a President in office who had been adamant of coexisting so he pushed it on all of us it seemed. Alex, Piper and I were very active in rallies, marches and everything in between against Fae. My views on it were so strong I was unmovable, I wouldn't even befriend the kind. I knew with my science background I was supposed to be curious and anxious to study them, but in reality after a traumatic event I had wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.
However today I die in the place of the love of my life, the most wonderful and incredible creature the universe has ever seen, and this person whom I will love even beyond my death is indeed Fae.