This one is AU and a little bit more mature then the last.
Sun Ce unlocked the door to his pent house with a groan. Everybody had been very much against him today, he thought. Maybe though his girlfriend would be over. They had met at a Halloween party, which had been a bit awkward in the morning. Mostly for him. She had seem more worried, maybe a bit embarrassed about it. But he still hadn't told anybody anything about that night. It just wasn't something a guy talked about. He wasn't supposed to be the one that had a hard time walking in the morning! Not to say she was skipping and doing a waltz, but the point still stood!
She was waiting the hallway, wringing the hem of one of his shirts. Her long hair falling near her hips pulled back up in a ponytail. He didn't like that. He preferred it down personally. He let his jacket fall of his shoulders and threw it on the couch as he walked to her, smiling. She outstretched her arms and smiled back. He hugged her close with a sigh of contentment. She was slowly learning the fact that sex wasn't the biggest part of a relationship. It had been hard for her to grasp, and he understood why after some he open his mind to her.
At first he had just thought it had been a really good costume. She had worn a simple, small and simple bikini like piece. It looked edgy and leathery sort of as she walked around. She wasn't as busty as the woman who usually wore such revealing outfits, but she had skin that was as soft as the petals of a rose, and as pale as porcelain. And she had very fit body, toned, which was more then some could say. Sun Ce also thought she had the cutest ass.
Under all her hair were her leathery wings, which were folded in, usually around her like a cape. She later told him it was because it was so crowded. He and his buddies thought it was because it was her cape and she was shy. Which she was. Just not about sex. And her tail fell down, swishing gently. She hadn't moved it as much, realizing that humans didn't really have tails that moved. He had thought it had been hooked to her little bikini bottom. The most amazing part was the small horns that poked through her bangs. Not super large or noticeable. Cuter then dangerous looking. He had been amazed at how those looked, wondering what they had been made of. She later told him bone.
He, being full of confidence and half drunk had summoned the nerve to talk to her before other men did. She just had a presence that made men sort of want her, but didn't have the nerve to actually do it. At least completely sober. She had given him a dazzling smile when he had started the conversation, blushing. She was shy, he had thought, congratulating himself. She had probably been forced into the outfit and then her friends left her. Or some other similar sob story that would allow him to get her out of the outfit hopefully.
He had gotten his wish. He'd gotten her in bed. And he still couldn't decide if it was the best thing or worst thing he'd done with his life. Not that he'd change it. But just because he didn't want her gone didn't mean she was good for him. That the relationship would work. She had a different culture then him. She could only come see him after the sun had set. She was a succubus. And that was the worst thing.
He hadn't believed it at first. And she didn't blame him later on. But he had woken up to her looking like a human. She had rolled off of him and was peeking out of his curtains, cute little tush in the air. She had then sat back and pulled her thick hair over her shoulder and looked down at him. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. He moaned, wondering where the bottom half of his body was. "Did I hurt you? I tried not to take anything. I didn't want to feed tonight. But it is hard sometimes! I don't usually take it in such a physical way. I might have taken more then…"
"What?" he said, forcing himself to sit up. Mostly so he could make sure he still had legs. The way she was talking he was wondering if that was why he couldn't feel them.
"No. I am hungry. I didn't take much. You will be alright," she said with a smile. "But I must get going. I am not allowed to say to see the sun up." She slid off of the bed, giving him another dazzling smile.
"Naked?" he said as she made her way to the door. She glanced down, and then back at him.
"I forget you humans cover yourselves," she said with a giggle. She closed her eyes, and he watched as the wings broke through her back, flapping away the droplets of blood and the tail broke out from her backbone. She gave a stretch, and he watched as her skin grew darker, and rougher, over the sensitive areas. What he had thought was clothes were skin. He fell back some, eyes wide.
"What the fuck?"
"I am what your kind calls a succubus," she said with a bow. "And I must be going. I will die when the sun rises. Good bye." With that, the shadows of his room seemed to pool around her, and she began to sink into them with a smile. Sun Ce had called in sick that Monday, even though the Halloween party had been on Saturday. He hadn't believed her or any of it for some time. It was his hangover. Some lucid dream. Something.
He had accepted it when she had saved him from being mugged. Three on one, he was just going to give them his money and hope they decided he'd been a good victim and not beat the shit out of him. Or shoot him for that matter. He would probably have been more trouble if it wasn't for the two guns pointed at him. She had come out of a shadow, ripping the throat out of one, and disappearing with him into a shadow. The other was simply dragged down. The third fired off shots as the shadows clung to him. Though nobody responded to the shots or yells. That made him question the neighborhood, really.
She had slid partially out of the shadows then to stare at him, with a blush. "Are you alright?" she asked, pushing some hair away.
"Holy…" Sun Ce muttered, staring at her. It wasn't a dream, his mind supplied, eyes traveling down her body to where she disappeared into the shadow. Or wall. The shadow on the wall.
"I hadn't thought it would be so hard to accept," she said, looking a little crestfallen. She began to sink into the shadows as well.
"No, wait," he called, not really sure what he was doing. He had just been almost mugged, and saved by a succubus. Assuming he believed that now. He was officially on auto-pilot. "You saved me," he said, still on his knees.
"Yes."
"Why? Not that I'm complaining… but," he said, trailing off.
"I like you. You were the first that I didn't want to eat from," she said, pulling at her, looking mighty embarrassed. "Though you were delicious," she muttered, blushing deeper.
"Eat?"
"I eat your desire," she said. "Feed off of it. I usually lay upon my prey, and bite into their necks. Entering their dreams, I create desire within the man, or woman at times. And then I feast. I don't usually act physically," she said with a shrug.
"So the act of sex…"
"Is one tactic some use. I do not usually like that approach. Though I have used it before. It isn't difficult. But I don't like the human clothes, which makes it somewhat more difficult for me to blend into your human society." He stared at her, and after a few moments had invited her back to his pent house. Not for sex. But his honor demanded he repay her. That and she was a nude chick. Even if he wasn't shooting for sex, there was no real reason to not invite her to his home. Things had been worked out and they had become some sort of makeshift couple.
Except for her feeding. She didn't like draining him, because he did feel drained and tired in the mornings. It wasn't painful, but definitely would have ruined him. But that meant she was out on other men (or women) and that didn't sit well with him (even the women part). She didn't do it physically; he trusted her on that. And he understood her need to. If she didn't eat her body weight in human food, then she really wasn't fit to go about her day. It wasn't something he had brought up, since he didn't have a solution and didn't want her to leave him.
So, instead of asking anything about her day, afraid it might come up, he instead let his hands fall to hold her hips and gave her a quick kiss. "What's got you antsy?" he asked, finally, when she continued to fidget.
"Well… You see-please don't be angry with me, Love. But I snooped around and I found this cook book." She looked up at him, searching for any anger. When she saw none, she continued. "I saw the cook book and thought that you were home so late since I was here before you. And I thought I'd make you something. So I did. And, well, I hope it isn't cold," she said, voice getting quieter by the end.
He smiled down at her, giving a chuckle. "Me too," he said, and took her hand and made his way to the kitchen. She followed meekly, continuing to pull at the hem of his shirt. It would be ruined if he didn't calm her nerves quickly. Not that he cared, really.
He sat down, staring at the steaming food. It looked edible. It looked good actually. Especially for a first try by somebody who wasn't all too familiar with a kitchen. Not that he was, but it still was pretty good. She sat opposite of him, legs curled under her on the chair as she watched him, chewing on the inside of her lip eagerly. Honestly, there was no way he could tell her it was horrible. Even if it was the worst thing he had ever tasted, even if he was going to have to eat it again, he wouldn't be able to tell her that. He knew that even before he served himself some of the spaghetti. But that was half the fun of dating right? He smiled as he twirled the fork in the noodles.
Nor could he tell her he had gotten some fast food on the way home, the trash still in the passenger seat of his car. That was another little problem. She didn't know how to work the phones, and so he never really knew what she had planned for him. At times like this that made things difficult. But she wouldn't of called him anyway, so it was a moot point. He took a bite and chewed carefully. It was pretty bland really. Nothing great honestly. No kick to the sauce. But it wasn't raw, was warm in fact, and didn't taste bad. So he was able to grin and say, "Damn this tastes good!" without much lie. The look on her face made it worth it to double stuff himself. She looked so proud, her smile brighter then almost any before. He grinned back as he ate, she herself taking a plate as well. That didn't scare him. She wouldn't know what spaghetti was supposed to taste like.
It was moments like these that he wanted to last forever. The time with her that seemed normal, and at the same exact time so exceptional. But it couldn't. Somewhere inside of him he knew it would end somewhere down the line. Too much stood in the way. And he didn't know how much of it he could fight. How much of their obstacles he'd be able to fight. But she looked so carefree, so proud and happy and so full of love as she ate opposite of him that he refused to think of the future as he ate his bland spaghetti.
There you go. I don't want to go anywhere with this one. I'm not going to. But if somebody else wants to, I don't mind. Take the idea or whatever. I would like to see where somebody else goes with it though if somebody does want to take it. On another note, I did sort of like this one just because it was a different take. Da Qiao was the dangerous one. So yeah. Reviews appreciated.
Happy Halloween.
