A/N: Not related to any of the previous chapters. Here is one of those totally AU/ OOC shenanigans that I mentioned. Please tell me what you think...
"Who can tell me who or what Lilith is?" Professor Compton asked his anthropology class. Half of the students watched him uninterested, and the other half was occupied with sleeping off hangovers. No one said anything, the professor sighed as he folded his arms over his chest impatiently. "Come on, it's not hard."
"Lilith was Adam's first wife, she was the actual first woman that God created, not Eve."
"Very good, Jessica, what else do you know," Compton nodded, stood and then leaned against his desk reviewing his lecture notes.
"Lilith rebelled against God and against her orders to be submissive she abandoned Adam. God created Eve as Adam's replacement." The intelligent redhead added.
Most of the class perked up while others remained dull and indifferent. "Due to her disobedience she was thrown out of heaven and became a demon equal to Lucifer…other legends say a she became a succubus."
"What's a succubus?" Jason Stackhouse asked.
"That term is traced back to the midlevel legends," Willa Burrell answered, "A succubus is a demon in female form, or supernatural entity that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman to seduce men, usually through sexual activity.
Jason, Sam, and Hoyt whistled and hooted like they were at one of their frat parties in response to the perky brunette's answer.
"The male equivalent is called an incubus." Willa finished her statement with a wink to Jason.
"Like the band, Incubus!" Benedict Talley shouted.
Some of the girls giggled and the professor chuckled, he knew the star athlete was playing the class clown today, "Not like the band, but nice participation." He peered towards the back of the class and noticed one of his students looked uneasy.
"Tara, are you feeling uncomfortable talking about this?" he asked. The class snickered, thinking Tara Thornton was being singled out by the teacher. She was a girl that people stayed away from. No one could quite figure her out and she did not belong to any of the many clubs, groups, and organizations Louisiana State University had to offer. Most of the young men found her dark mahogany skin, deep onyx eyes and tightly spiraled blue-black hair unattractive when compared to the so-called traditional college cheerleader types. Tara was gothic. She made male and females feel uneasy with her dark black, or purple makeup, and dark gothic clothes. Looking down at her desk, her dark ringlets hiding her face, "No, Professor Compton." She answered, denying him eye contact.
The professor continued, "The succubae and incubi were known as sexual leeches back then, they would steal the souls from their sexual partner to maintain immortality… The legends traded off down the centuries and the term succubae and incubi were exchanged for vampires, instead of stealing sex, they steal blood."
"Actually," Tara interrupted, "They absorb the energy from the person they have sex with, if sex is not an option, then blood will suffice, some like both…The person eventually dies hours to days later. That's how we-they are eternal."
"The goth freak speaks." Sarah Newlin, a girl that wasn't too fond of Tara muttered, her friends Amy Burley and Portia Bellefleur, laughed in unison. Unscathed, Tara rolled her eyes at the girls.
Their professor looked at her in surprise. "Thornton, I hadn't covered that, but very good." He then looked at his watch, "That's all the time we have, don't forget to study for finals, see you all next week."
The college students gathered their books, bags, and papers and proceeded unorderly toward the exit.
"Tara, can I speak to you for a moment." William Compton called to her.
She sighed, stuffing her books into her black bag, and walking towards him. He got behind his desk, shuffling papers into his briefcase until the last few students trickled out the door. "Yes, Professor Compton?" She asked.
"I need to talk to you about the last test, almost every answer is wrong." He said. "If you need help, I can-"
"I don't need help," She cut him off, her dark eyes coldly glaring at him, "all of my answers are right, you don't have the right sources." She said unemotionally.
"I don't know what kind of sources you have, but Google or Wikipedia isn't a good one." He smirked.
"I can assure you, my source wasn't anything online. Are we done here?"
The professors smirk quickly faded as a more wolfish one emerged. "Actually, we're not. If you want to stay in this class, you'd take my help." The dark-haired man was now glaring lustfully at the young woman, his blue eyes freely roaming over her small, curvy frame.
"What kind of help do you have to offer me, Professor William Compton?" She said, his name as if it was a curse word. "Did you want to help me by bending me over your desk and fucking me in the ass like you do the rest of the girls?" She asked, letting her heavy bookbag fall from her shoulder and land on the floor with a definite thud.
He smirked, getting up from his desk, and walking towards her. "I guess you have me all figured out, don't you?" He said, speaking in a singsong manner as he pushed a dark ringlet from her face. "If you are as smart as I think you are, you would take my offer." His smirk transformed into a full-blown grin. "I bet those big black lips could swallow my cock and balls within one stroke."
"Oh, yeah, I have you figured out all right," She threw down the gauntlet, stepping into his personal space and pushing him back on his desk, yet her expression remained stoic. "Maybe you're not as smart as I thought you were."
He ignored her remark, unzipped his pants, and pulled his semi-hard cock out. She pulled off her black tank top and then her bra, exposing her pert breast. He licked his lips and stroked his manhood in front of her while leaning in to suck on her nipple, but she pushed him back while resisting her primal urges. With both hands, she fisted the collar of his blazer and pulled him into a kiss. This was no ordinary kiss, this was supernatural, the touching of flesh compelled the middle-aged man into complete submission. He was no longer in control of his body or mind.
"Compton," She said, slowly. "Change my test score."
He nodded, staring blankly into the faraway place that her spell sited him in as he walked over to his laptop. He typed in his password, pulled up his advanced anthropology class, and found Tara Mae Thornton's mid-term report.
"Done." He muttered, pushing back his chair to stand up, but she walked around to him, pushing him back down on the chair.
"Sit." She said, hiking up her black miniskirt, lifting her leg and straddling his lap. She pulled his cock from the confines of his boxers and begin stroking his shaft until he was dick was hard and oozing with precum. She lowered herself slowly onto his pulsating cock and his breath tethered in his throat as he was engulfed in her wet folds. "Ahhhh!" He cried out at the euphoric sensation. "Fuck, oh, fuck!"
"Does that feel good, Compton?" She asked, slowly moving up and down his length. He nodded as his eyelids fluttered and rolled into his head.
"There's something I want to show you." With a cat-like hiss, her canines turned to long fangs.
Professor Compton screamed and tried pushing her off, but she held him down, gripping his chest with her onyx cat-like claws. "What's the matter?" She hissed, "Don't you want to see my big black lips swallow your cock and balls?" she laughed hysterically, while still riding him slowly.
"Please Tara, please don't kill me!" He begged.
She hissed again, her gaze on his neck and just before biting him, he jerked up, waking up from his nightmare. He looked around, it was night and the class empty. He felt his neck, chest, and looked down at his crotch- his skin and clothes were intact; that did not stop his heart from pounding frantically. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow, his mouth was dry, and his head was pounding.
That felt so real, he said to himself. He could've sworn Tara was here…as a vampire, or succubus, or Lilith.
He took a deep breath in the attempt to calm himself, he gathered his lecture, books, and laptop placing them in his briefcase. When suddenly the door slowly creaked opened, and Tara walked into the classroom.
Compton gasped, "Tara," he swallowed hard, but no other words would come forth. He would never admit it, but he was afraid.
"I left my bookbag." She said while walking over and grabbing it from the floor. "Have a nice night… professor." She winked at him and left.