Chapter 8 – PART ONE OF TWO

Author's Note: What follows is not really a chapter, per se. It is just 'scraps' or bits and pieces of…. something. Either way, here's part one of two of these 'scraps'.
Also, please scroll down for PART TWO

No one had seen Seti for over a month– Indigo being the first to notice his absence after at least a week.

When he finally approached their door in early-March, he looked rabid! His face was gaunt, his hair was matted and as though it had never known a brush, his pupils were wild and tiny in the dark irises, however most of all he was thin– like a refuge.

When Green opened the door to his shaking form, the Incubus jumped on him, growling and with fangs bared. His coils immediately restrained his arms around his mid-section, his mouth on his neck like a vampire.

Spectra used a ki-spear to pry the parasite off with pain. Pain was barely a deterrent to the pain of ki-withdrawal, and he skirted the walls, ready to pounce, Why don't you just give me some ki! Seti growled, you have so much ki, and I'm in pain. Why does no one care about my pain, Why? And he pulled out a handful of matted reddish hair, falling to his knees in defeat.

Indigo was drawn to the commotion, and the Incubus sprung at him at his appearance, "Indigo, please help. I need ki, I'm in so much pain, and his coils were instantly around his waist and drawing ki even before they made contact. Seti protected himself by positioning his body on Indigo's far side. He sighed as the pain became less acute when the desperately-needed ki flooded into his veins. Still, he opted to increase the suction of his coils to decrease the time it would take to 'fill up'.

"Please no hurting," it began to plead, so they wouldn't attack him, "This is all I needed," he breathed, enormously grateful that his pain lessened with each passing moment. In a moment however, he slid unconscious to the floor, his mind and body seemingly unable to deal with the sudden flood of input.

"Silly creature," Indigo mumbled to himself as he picked up the slight form, noticing that his body had almost no weight to it.

Spectra was of course against it, however Indigo brought the Incubus into his apartment and laid him on the couch. The unconscious creature's brows were furrowed, however his overall features appeared much healthier than they had moments ago.

It awoke in a panic, "Ki! Indigo, please help," tears immediately were on its cheeks.

Instinctively, Indigo comforted the despondent creature, "It's alright, Seti, I'm here,"

It blinked in disbelief before throwing its arms and tentacles of course around his neck, "Oh Indigo, you helped me, thank you! Oh thank you! It was horrible. I needed ki, I was in soooo much pain, and nobody cares… but you do… I love you…." and the silly thing straddled him,

"No, no, Seti. I don't need sex,"

"Ok," he looked confused, thinking, don't Pomanians need sex like I need ki? Still he dismounted obediently, "Whenever you need it then, just like you give me ki when I need it, right?" his eyes met his. He wanted an answer, "Right, Indigo?"

"Sure…,"

And again strong coils were around him, along with a barrage of unwanted incubus kisses. It giggled, indicating to Indigo that Seti was feeling better, Damn, what a horror it must be to be… addicted… to ki.. that's what it seems like to me… ki addiction, and Indigo smiled to himself at his cleverness.

Chapter 8 – PART TWO OF TWO?

Author's Note: Wrote the below whilst I was upset. I later decided that I really don't want to kill Seti. He's been through so much and it would be horrible to kill him as per the below. I'll spare him, poor little supernatural… whatever he is. I will write what really happens to him later. But here's the death scene anyway. –Mistress Gina

Upon the appearance of the Poltergeist King Seti was terrified. He hid in his box like a scared animal. (Author's Note: Need to work on the appearance of the Poltergeist King)

Sensing his ki with his snake-tongue, the king walked directly to the box and yanked him out by his tentacles. It was clear that supernatural beings who need ki do not usually tolerate others seeking this same ki. Seti was competition.

Seti was hopelessly outmatched. He shrieked as his sensitive coils were cruelly used as a rope to pull him out of his nest.

Fey cocked her head at Seti, who was desperately emitting little cries while frantically trying to free his captured tentacles without damaging them.

The king laughed at his futile struggling, "Why are you here, little Incubus fiend?"

"I have no where else to go," and Seti stopped his struggling slightly, "Please… no more hurting,"

"We'll see…," and he released the coil which snapped back like a spring into his side, causing him to stumble backwards.

Easily grabbing hold of the Incubus, he threw Seti against the brick basement wall. The silly creature hit its head and slid into a ball, "See Fey? These Incubi are always so weak. They're nothing."

"I've never seen an Incubus before," Fey pulled at the kings shirt, her way of asking him to be merciful, "But please no more hurting,"

"Fey, my love," holding her little chin in his hand, "This creature will drain the ki from everyone upstairs. He'll completely drain their ki through its side like a straw. All their ki will be gone in an instant, and there won't be a drop left for us,"

He unsheathed his short sword and took several paces to the shuddering Incubus, his knees drawn up to his chest in a fetal position. The king plunged the blade into his chest, eliciting a shriek of agony from Seti. With his body impaled on the blade, the king lifted Seti off the floor, feet dangling inches off the ground. Suspended in the air, the weight of Seti's body slid down the length of the blade, completely piercing through him. The king's hand at the hilt pressed against his chest, the blood-streaked blade sharply jutting from his back.

As the sword was withdrawn, and Seti crumpled to the floor with a moan. Raising his weapon, the King thrust it through the Incubus again, and again, and on the third time, Seti emitted a horrific screech as the blade carved through his heart. To maximize the damage, the sword was twisted around in his chest. With another shuddering moan from Seti, the sword was withdrawn from his heart. Gasping repeatedly, the Incubus writhed his agony, futility clutching at the fatal wound.

After a few moments, Seti's eyes fixed forward. Every few moments he gasped, the interval between gasps slowly increasing. He was pale and still as death approached. Soon, there was no more pain, and the edges of his vision began to darken as he dimly thought, Please God, please have me, because no one else will. I just want love." He easily slipped into a quiet death as his muscles relaxed and his eyes closed forever, exhaling his final breath. He was finally at peace.

Author's Note: I just can not kill him like this. He's gone through so much, he can't die like this. So, this has also been scrapped.

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