After Dave had been checked out of the hospital, he had been recording video diaries almost non-stop. He didn't know why, he just did. He was almost always on camera when he was alone. The reason? He had been blanking out. It seemed that within the past month, he had been fighting with John and not even remembering it. He didn't even know why they were fighting. Not only that, but he had become more angry as well. The atmosphere in their apartment was heavy with anger and hatred. It pained him to know that this was how they were treating each other. But somehow, he couldn't find it in him to forgive John and he didn't know why. It was all very draining.

Today, in particular hadn't been a good day for Dave. For starters, he began the day by throwing up into the toilet. Then, when he went to buy groceries, there was a ridiculous amount of traffic going to and from the store. He also stepped in a giant wad of gum and when he tried to scrape it off of his shoe over a sewer grate, his shoe fell into the grate. Which had a small puddle at the bottom. At least he was able to untwist a hanger he found in the trunk of his car to retrieve his now soggy—and smelly—shoe. All of that had, as usual, surmounted into anger.

Dave slammed the door shut to the apartment, to which John responded with an annoyed groan.

"What?" Dave snapped.

John's tone matched his, "Do you really have to slam the goddamn door? I mean for fuck's sake it didn't do anything to you."

Dave rolled his eyes behind his shades, "Fuck you, John."

Dave couldn't believe the words had even rolled out of his mouth. He couldn't help it. Whenever him and John fought, it was like he was divided into two different entities: what came out of his mouth and what he really felt like.

John looked hurt, "You know what Dave? I hate you. I fucking hate you."

"Then why don't you just move the fuck out!" Dave raised his voice, which was something very out of character. He tried to reign in his anger, but it seemed to have a mind of its own.

"Maybe I will you sack of shit!"

After that, Dave blanked out.

John huffed angrily at Dave. "Fuck you." John's voice was low and held only a fraction of his pain and fury. Dave didn't move for roughly ten seconds. When he did it was to pin John to the wall. John struggled against Dave's suddenly super-human grip.

John soon felt his anger be eaten away by fear.

"Don't you dare try to do anything, shit face." Dave removed one hand from one of John's wrists and slowly took off his sunglasses. John was uncomfortable with the fact that Dave was doing that willingly in the first place. Something was very, very wrong. Dave's eyes were closed when he tossed the sunglasses sadly off to the side. He moved only inches from John's face before snapping them open. John immediately began to feel nauseous. Dave's eyes were red. Not with red irises, not blood shot. Solid red. Like glass marbles. He began to laugh as John's heart plummeted. That was not a human laugh. It was a broken and raspy giggle. John's reaction only made him laugh harder.

"Wow, paranormal investigator my ass," Dave's mouth said. "You couldn't even find me when I was right under your nose. You're so fucking stupid." It giggled again.

"What are you." John whispered. It wasn't a question, it was demand.

It turned Dave's head to the side and grinned disgustingly, "A succubus. Duh!" It winked. "You're so smart! Wow! I wonder how you didn't get all A's in college?" It turned serious, "But now I'm hungry."

It leaned into his face and inhaled with a slight pleasure "I'm so very hungry. Maybe perhaps you"—Dave's hand ran down John's arm and under his chin, forcing John to look the demon in the face—"Can feed me?" It smiled again.

It leaned into John's face and kissed him. The kiss was soft and contemplative at first, but quickly intensified from there. Dave's teeth nipped at John's bottom lip. His tongue dragged lightly along John's bottom lip. Although John did enjoy this, he had to work to suppress his pleasure. Dave's eyes never closed and they stared intently into John's. It was disgusting for John to have to stare into those wet, red eyes that were embedded into his crush's face.

Dave's face moved down John's neck and John flushed. His tongue brushed John collar bone and John shuddered. He felt a bulge begin to grow in his pants and tried his best to suppress his emotions. Shit.

"What's wrong, John?" Dave's voice taunted huskily. "don't you know this is what Dave has wanted to do to you for the longest time?"

John turned his face away "Yeah, right."

Dave's lips were suddenly at John's ear, "I know how he feels, John." His breath was hot in John's ear. "I know what he wants. Who he wants. And trust me. He. Wants. You." A tongue traced down the outside of John's ear. John inhaled sharply. "And I can tell that you want him, John." A smile.

Dave's lips smashed into John's again, only this time John didn't resist. He leaned into Dave's grip, wanting more. A voice in the back of his head wanted him to stop and to pull away, but he couldn't.

Dave's lips flew away from John's suddenly.

Dave's blank-out finally ended.

John opened his eyes as Dave's hands released his wrists. Dave was lying down on the floor, his hands over his face, trying to hide his eyes and trying to scoot away from John. He turned his head to the side, shielding his eyes from John. He heard a thud, but ignored it. He reached for his sunglasses and whipped them onto his face. He then turned and ran into his room and locked the door.

Dave slid down the door and tossed his sunglasses away. He began to cry.

He wanted to stop the cascade of tears, but he didn't. He held his breath and crawled over to his turntables and put on a record; he didn't care what, just something that would drown out his sobbing. Once the music was safely blasting away, Dave curled up on his bed and cried.

What is wrong with me? I'm a fucking monster. John is going to hate me and he isn't going to fucking forgive me.

Each angry thought was a blow to his heart and each angry thought vibrated to his body in beat with the music. He coughed and sobbed with each one; and with each one he tried to unsuccessfully hold everything in and to be strong. He really wanted to be strong, but right now he was simply broken.