A/N: Wow guys, I am so sorry for being absent for months and months. I will gladly take the pelting I will receive with the rotten fruit you're throwing at me. It's been a real struggle but I'm back and hopefully for good this time. If you follow my other Violate stories then you know I have a few things to finish.

Serious note: I know that the lack of names for Violet's friends has gotten confusing so now they have names. I have to go back to the first chapter and fix them, I know but in the meantime here's a chart of the characters that appeared in the previous chapter.

B-Belle

M-Mina

Mo-Moira (as in regular hot Moira from the show)

Please let me know if there's nything else that confuses that I may fix. The last thing I want is for you guys to not understand or get confused.

I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes.

Warning: Pretty creepy, possibly triggering scene involved.


Chapter Two:

Tate was still a bit shell-shocked when he arrived at his apartment later that night. He haphazardly dropped his keys on the coffee table and smiled with satisfaction as he started undressing and went into the bathroom to shower. Before he could get in the shower there was a knock on the door and, for some reason, he thought it was important to answer it. He looked in the peephole and found that Violet was waiting for him outside his door. He opened it immediately.

"Violet." He was stunned and happy to see her. "Hey."

"Hi."-She said softly in a husky voice.

"What are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?"

She chuckled and her face donned a smirk as she spoke "I figured it out. Why do you think I'm here?"

She pulled him to her and gave him a deep kiss. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her inside the apartment. He shut the door behind her and she raked her hands down his back, leaving angry claw marks along the pale flesh. She noticed his state of undress and laughed.

"What, were you waiting for me or something?"

"Actually no, I was about to take a shower."

She pulled away and started taking her clothes off as well.

"I'm joining you then."-She said with an impish grin.

He took off his boxers with wide eyes as he gazed at the parts of skin that he hadn't seen in the car. As soon as they were both naked, Violet grabbed his hand and said: "Lead the way. I might know where you live but I haven't stalked you enough to know where your bathroom is."

Tate smirked and led her to the bathroom. He drew the shower curtain and opened the faucet. Violet got in quickly and, as the water drenched her head to toe, she pulled him to her and kissed him again. She pinned him to the shower wall and raked her nails down his naked chest all the while exploring his mouth with her tongue, wrestling his tongue to win the contest of dominant. Though he winced momentarily, when her nails dug so deep that they pierced his skin and trickles of blood ran down his front, he grabbed her ass with one hand and gripped her waist with the other. She broke the kiss.

"Are you just going to stand there and do nothing but kiss me while your dick is rock hard or are you going to fuck me?"

He pulled her hair harshly and she only smiled through the pain. She grabbed his cock and slipped it inside her. Then, with impish eyes, she said:

"There, is that better now?"

His eyes sparked with anger and he then overpowered her and pinned her to the wall, he lifter her leg and hooked it around his waist so that he could sink deeper into her. He shut his eyes at the sensation. She felt so hot and tight around him.


Violet smirked as she rode a sleeping Tate. The dream she was creating in his mind was working wonders. His pulse was racing and droplets of sweat were forming around his face. He moaned in sleep and Violet couldn't help but feel more pleasure while she fucked him like this than when she had fucked a conscious Tate in the back of his car. After all, this was what succubi did. It was their natural way of feeding. So, she rode him…making hard movements at a slow pace. All the while she ate from him, she also partook in the vivid dream she had created for him.

Interestingly, Violet did rake her nails down his chest and did wound him while he slept. The shirt he had been wearing to bed was now in tatters and seeped with his blood. She was also speaking everything that she did in the dream…while a sleeping Tate responded to her. After her moment of thoughtful delight ended, she went harder and bent forward, suckling on the flesh of his chest until a purple bruise appeared. She climaxed at that moment, gripping his shoulders tight and pushing down the strong desire she had to moan out loud. Her body trembled all over and as she felt another climax coming on, she slammed the headboard with one of her hands, leaving a small imprint on the wood.

The thump of her hitting the wood had entered the dreamscape and a near climaxing Tate spoke: "What was that?"

"Nothing." Violet said, somewhat out of breath. "Just kiss me and make me cum. I'm soo close, Tate."

Soon enough, Tate groaned loudly and emptied himself inside her. Violet shut her eyes and smiled devilishly as she felt all of him enter her and feed her. She moaned a little as she came in the dream and then kissed Tate's lips before getting off him and going out the window. She didn't bother to clean him up or fix his clothes. She wanted him to wake up and feel that his dream had actually happened. Better yet, she wanted him to wake up feeling dirty and sticky and guilty.


She jumped from the third story of the building in which his apartment was located to the ground and walked to her apartment. She felt better than she had in years and was completely satisfied. She even swaggered as she returned to the buildings she and her friends owned. When she finally reached their block, she heard a swirl of leaves and rolled her eyes:

"Do you have to be so dramatic, Sabrina?"

Sabrina, a tall, pale brunette elf appeared next to Violet with a grin.

"No. I just like to bother you. I take it that you're swaggering because you ate from that guy again?" The light, airy voice of the elf exclaimed.

"What guy?"

"The one Moira, Mina and Belle can't shut up about."

Violet smirked. "Yeah. I was still hungry."

Sabrina stopped Violet and looked at her with sadness. "I've been trying, Vi. I really have."

Violet gave Sabrina half a smile. "It's ok. You elves can't solve everything."

Sabrina laughed. "Don't remind me. So…are you full now?"

Violet shrugged. "I guess. I just have a craving."

"You just fucked the guy and you want to go at it again?"

Violet shoved Sabrina playfully and the two soon found themselves in the set of two story buildings in which they lived.


The courtyard that made for the entrance of the buildings was quiet at this hour except for the trickling of the small fountain beneath the large tree that served as the center and focal point of the courtyard. To the left was the small botanical and natural cure shop that Sabrina worked in along with her friends Betony and Jarah. The three were great at finding natural cures for humans so they had decided to profit from it. Betony, Sabrina and Jarah lived in the apartment on top of the shop. On the right was the bookstore Violet and Mina managed during the day over which they and Moira lived.

Sabrina and Violet ducked to the right and went upstairs where Moira and Mina were waiting, clad in their vintage nightgowns and their hair atop their heads. Moira was the first to notice the arrival of the two women so she put down the magazine she was reading and her sensual murmur spoke up:

"It was about time you two got here. Thanks for keeping an eye on her Sabrina."

Mina looked up from the book she was reading, smiled widely and jumped up. "Everything went well, I see. You even have some rouge on your cheeks! Très charmante!" Like a child, Mina giggled excitedly and bounced in place a little.

Violet opened her mouth to speak but Sabrina interrupted. "The charming one over here has cravings."

"I can speak for myself, you know."-Violet quipped.

Sabrina threw her hands up in mock atonement.

Mina dropped her book and skipped over to Violet, a smile still poised on her face. "Is she right, though?"

Violet looked distant for a moment before responding with a crooked smile, "Yeah."

Moira eyed her with a worried expression. She got up and put a jazz record on. "That's all well and good, but it wouldn't be wise to gorge yourself on this boy."

Mina looked back at Moira and pursed her lips, her eyes expressing a hint of contempt. Moira raised her eyebrows momentarily and responded:

"Don't give me that look. You know what happens."

Mina put her hands on her hips, her auburn curls threatening to come out of their confinement as she tilted her head to the side. "I do but unlike Vi here, I wasn't starving when I gorged myself on someone and neither were you."

Violet rolled her eyes and walked casually to her room. When she was at her doorframe she turned and faced her friends. "Look, I understand that you two are trying to guide me through this bullshit as best as you can but I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself. You told me not to fall in love…I won't. Fucking someone doesn't mean I'm going to fall in love with them. This isn't some Harlequin novel. The next time I see him is whenever I'm hungry. If he calls me before I get hungry again then so be it. 'Let them eat cake.'" With that, Violet closed the door.


The other three women let it go for the moment but they worried just the same. Moira spoke to Sabrina:

"Please tell me you and the other two botanists are getting closer to finding a substitute for us."

Sabrina plopped down onto a coral colored armchair and sighed. "No, unfortunately. Well…maybe."

Mina looked at Sabrina, lighting a cigarette, her mood shifting once again: "Did you guys try with belladonna like I told you?"

"Jarah, Betony and I are still trying with it. It's a maybe, but nothing seems to work." Sabrina gathered her long hair into a side pony tail, exposing her pointy ears.

Moira gave Sabrina a stern look. "Keep trying. For her sake." She whispered.

Mina gave Sabrina a much-needed hug. Sabrina, Jarah and Betony had been working tirelessly over the past months to find an alternative food source for Violet. The three of them knew of different natural cures and natural magic, not to mention that they had studied a great deal…but nothing had worked. Nothing that they had researched or created had been able to Violet. When Mina and Moira informed them that Violet had found a Sustainable they thought their work would be put on hold. However, because the two elder succubi knew that there was a possibility of that connection being ruined, having an alternative as a back up was more necessary than ever.


The next morning, Tate was astounded at the state in which he found his body. At first, it just seemed like he hadn't had a good night's sleep, but then, as he put his hand on his chest in a routinely unconscious move, he felt that he was lacking the shirt he had been sure he had worn to bed. He sat up and looked down to see that the shirt was now in shreds and that his chest now sported claw marks that seemed imbedded into his skin and one mouth sized purple bruise. He haphazardly touched the marks and winced at the sting the touch produced. He looked down and realized that his pants had somehow disappeared and he was sticky…everywhere, it seemed.

Tate recalled that he had had a racy sexual dream about fucking Violet in his shower…and the floor of the bathroom, but it hadn't happened. Had it?

He got off the bed and took care to clean the sheets, throw away the broken clothes and put antibiotic cream on his wounds. After all that, he gave Violet a call…he got her voicemail:

You've reached Violet Harmon, if it's not important don't bother leaving a message.

"Hey Violet, it's Tate. I know this sounds crazy because we last saw each other in the parking lot, but did you come over last night? Give me a call when you can, bye."

When Violet woke up sometime in the afternoon, she smirked at the message on her phone. She called him back.

"Hello"-He said.

"Hi Tate."

"Violet. Hi. Did you…get my message?"

Violet chuckled. "I did. I wasn't at your place."

"You sure? Because, I don't know, it just felt like you'd stepped by."

Violet smirked again when she realized that he didn't want to tell her about how he had woken up. "Yeah no, I called you. Maybe that's why you think I was there."

Silence for what seemed like minutes. "Yeah…I guess. We talked on the phone? What about?"

"You're meeting me for an afternoon delight tomorrow, remember?" Violet put all the charm she could muster into that question.

Tate seemed to remember the nonexistent conversation. "Oh. Right. Right. Do I meet you at your place?"

"Absolutely. Listen, I have to go. I have to go into work, but if you get lonely before tomorrow, you can call me tonight." She said seductively.

His breath hitched. "Yeah…huh…ok. Bye."

"Bye, lover boy."

Violet hung up the phone and smiled.