A/N: I really have to stress this author's note upon all of you. "Allow me to be frank at the commencement." Because in this story, Violet is a succubus there's going to be a lot of smut. However, there is an actual storyline. I'm not an expert on smut but I'm going to try my damndest here because it's important to the story.
Lastly, the prologue and epilogue will be the only parts of this story that are in First Person POV.
Enjoy!
Prologue: Listen to his story.
"Is there anybody going to listen to my story? All about the girl who came to stay. She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry. Still you don't regret a single day."-The Beatles
I feel older than I am. I look young still. Time says I'm thirty, my face says I'm twenty-six...and my soul says I'm three centuries old instead of three decades. It's all because of her. This is all because of Violet.
She's the only girl I've ever cared for. She's the one person in the world I have ever truly loved...sometimes I think the love I have for her is more than the love I used to have for life. She became my life, actually. And now that she's gone, I don't feel there's any point to my existence.
This is all my fault, though. I did this to myself. I did it to her. I fucked us both up.
Fuck, I hate her.
I meant it when I said that I love her and that she's my life. I do love her. I mean it. But I hate her even more. She saved me and ruined me all at the same time.
Violet was a drug. Plain and simple. She was 'ecstasy' incarnate. She was the pill and I took it willingly. I took the pill from a sheer curiosity and attraction. I drugged myself with her and everything would be right with the world. The skies were blue even in night, clouds never appeared, no one ever died and my body was taken to its limits and survived. With her dose of madness, there was nothing to stop me. Then, after every dose, she would leave.
And every time she left, my high would end in the blink of an eye. It was the aftermath of her toxicity. It was always bad. I couldn't eat or sleep. I was at my wit's ends for days, I was depressed, anxious and I thought about her constantly. I craved her again. I was an addict from the get-go. She was my goddess and I fevered to worship at her temple every day.
My rational mind told me to give her up from the start, but I couldn't. She wouldn't let me stop. She'd find me, come to me and give me my high all over again.
"I need to feed."-She'd always say.
At first, I just thought she was insane, but I learned the truth. She did feed...it's in her nature. She was my succubus. She was mine and I deserted her. I actually deserted her.
And now...now I lie in a pile of my own tears and sweat in a room that hasn't seen the light of day in weeks.
I deserted her. I murdered myself.
"Violet."-I whisper in desperation.
"Come back to me, Vi. You're all I want. You're all I have."
A/N: "That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty. You were not expecting that I hope." The first chapter will be posted soon. ;)
