Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to
Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended.
A/N: My first "novel-length" fic! Please read and review and let me know what you think…:)
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Chapter 1: The Succubus
A lone woman stood on a corner, wearing way too little. It was obvious she was a prostitute. Many looked away from her as they passed by. One young man, however, didn't avert his eyes. Nobody was sure why - he looked like a nice enough boy. Some say he'd had too much to drink; others insisted that he was high; yet some of us know the real reason. The woman was a succubus.
The young man sidled closer, shoving a bit of money in her hand. He put his mouth to her ear. In a low, somewhat frightening voice, he whispered, "Are you ready?" The succubus flinched a bit. Taking his arm, the succubus led the young man to a mangy looking building. He looked at her the entire time with a somewhat hungry look. She paid him no heed; she got that look all the time - her body and sexy demeanor did that to men. However, a closer look at the young man's gaze would have revealed to her not only lust - but a thirst to kill.
When they got to the room, the young man immediately grabbed her by the arms and kissed her fiercely. The succubus nearly tasted blood; he was kissing her so hard. He began undressing her and fumbling at his own trousers. She tried to separate herself from her body; this was the part she loathed. The young man finished undressing her, then pushed her somewhat unexpectedly onto the bed. She fell, hitting her head on the wall behind her. Her vision swam, and she fought the urge to throw up as he came down upon her, leering. She cried out in pain, and the young man slapped her. She could have bitten her tongue the moment she cried out. Men were all the same – only wanting pleasure, never caring if they hurt her or not.
Finally he rolled off of her, laughing almost hysterically. The succubus leaned over the bed and vomited into the bucket that was placed on the floor by the bedside table. She went into the bathroom and tried to wash the taste out. When she had come back out, she was surprised to see the young man still there. Most left quickly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his trousers already on. Upon hearing her behind him, he turned and started walking towards her.
"Was it fun?" he whispered, smiling an awful smile. She said nothing. The next moment, the young man had whipped out a thin wooden stick and was pointing it straight at her heart.
"Avada Kedavra," he cried. A jet of green light hit her. She glanced down at where it had hit her, almost surprised. She looked back up at the young man. He was breathing funnily.
"Why aren't you dead?" he demanded. "Avada Kedavra!"
Once again, the green light hit her. She felt nothing, and she began to laugh. The young man stared at her, his face scrunched up in absolute puzzlement and anger.
"What are you?"
"A succubus," she answered. "A demoness that must have intercourse once every hour when the sun goes down in order to age."
"I know that," he said. "Don't patronize me, succubus."
"And who are you, wizard?"
"I am Lord Voldemort," the man said with relish, standing up tall. "One day, all magical beings will hear my name and cower in fear."
The succubus began laughing again. The young man's face turned a nasty shade of red; his eyes slitted in anger.
"How dare you laugh at me," he hissed. "You're nothing but a slut."
The succubus continued laughing, almost in a frenzy. Now furious, he pulled out a knife, but she was too quick for him. She kicked it out of his hands, and the knife flew into the air, embedding itself in the opposite wall. She came closer to him, and the young man almost shied away in fear. She grabbed his chin, yanking it down to force him to gaze into her liquid onyx eyes.
"You filthy coward," she hissed back. "You may frighten others, but you are nothing but a repulsive coward. You will live a coward; you will die a coward, begging your enemies for mercy. You disgust me."
"How dare you!" he shrieked. "I will become the world's greatest Dark Lord! You will see! All of you will see! One day I will come back, with greater powers than ever before, to kill you, and you will be kneeling, cringing, kissing my feet, begging me to spare your worthless life. Yes, you will be sorry then!"
And with that, he Disapparated, the succubus still laughing, laughing, laughing…
A/N: My first "novel-length" fic! Please read and review and let me know what you think…:)
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Chapter 1: The Succubus
A lone woman stood on a corner, wearing way too little. It was obvious she was a prostitute. Many looked away from her as they passed by. One young man, however, didn't avert his eyes. Nobody was sure why - he looked like a nice enough boy. Some say he'd had too much to drink; others insisted that he was high; yet some of us know the real reason. The woman was a succubus.
The young man sidled closer, shoving a bit of money in her hand. He put his mouth to her ear. In a low, somewhat frightening voice, he whispered, "Are you ready?" The succubus flinched a bit. Taking his arm, the succubus led the young man to a mangy looking building. He looked at her the entire time with a somewhat hungry look. She paid him no heed; she got that look all the time - her body and sexy demeanor did that to men. However, a closer look at the young man's gaze would have revealed to her not only lust - but a thirst to kill.
When they got to the room, the young man immediately grabbed her by the arms and kissed her fiercely. The succubus nearly tasted blood; he was kissing her so hard. He began undressing her and fumbling at his own trousers. She tried to separate herself from her body; this was the part she loathed. The young man finished undressing her, then pushed her somewhat unexpectedly onto the bed. She fell, hitting her head on the wall behind her. Her vision swam, and she fought the urge to throw up as he came down upon her, leering. She cried out in pain, and the young man slapped her. She could have bitten her tongue the moment she cried out. Men were all the same – only wanting pleasure, never caring if they hurt her or not.
Finally he rolled off of her, laughing almost hysterically. The succubus leaned over the bed and vomited into the bucket that was placed on the floor by the bedside table. She went into the bathroom and tried to wash the taste out. When she had come back out, she was surprised to see the young man still there. Most left quickly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his trousers already on. Upon hearing her behind him, he turned and started walking towards her.
"Was it fun?" he whispered, smiling an awful smile. She said nothing. The next moment, the young man had whipped out a thin wooden stick and was pointing it straight at her heart.
"Avada Kedavra," he cried. A jet of green light hit her. She glanced down at where it had hit her, almost surprised. She looked back up at the young man. He was breathing funnily.
"Why aren't you dead?" he demanded. "Avada Kedavra!"
Once again, the green light hit her. She felt nothing, and she began to laugh. The young man stared at her, his face scrunched up in absolute puzzlement and anger.
"What are you?"
"A succubus," she answered. "A demoness that must have intercourse once every hour when the sun goes down in order to age."
"I know that," he said. "Don't patronize me, succubus."
"And who are you, wizard?"
"I am Lord Voldemort," the man said with relish, standing up tall. "One day, all magical beings will hear my name and cower in fear."
The succubus began laughing again. The young man's face turned a nasty shade of red; his eyes slitted in anger.
"How dare you laugh at me," he hissed. "You're nothing but a slut."
The succubus continued laughing, almost in a frenzy. Now furious, he pulled out a knife, but she was too quick for him. She kicked it out of his hands, and the knife flew into the air, embedding itself in the opposite wall. She came closer to him, and the young man almost shied away in fear. She grabbed his chin, yanking it down to force him to gaze into her liquid onyx eyes.
"You filthy coward," she hissed back. "You may frighten others, but you are nothing but a repulsive coward. You will live a coward; you will die a coward, begging your enemies for mercy. You disgust me."
"How dare you!" he shrieked. "I will become the world's greatest Dark Lord! You will see! All of you will see! One day I will come back, with greater powers than ever before, to kill you, and you will be kneeling, cringing, kissing my feet, begging me to spare your worthless life. Yes, you will be sorry then!"
And with that, he Disapparated, the succubus still laughing, laughing, laughing…