MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER.

Most of this story has been Teen rated- for both AO3 and FFN. This marks the one and only time two separate versions of chapters will be posted. This chapter is the sole reason that I have decided recently to mark the AO3 version as mature. It is incredibly dark and you cannot and should not read this chapter on AO3 if you are under eighteen years of age. If you are not eighteen years of age or uncomfortable with the following subjects:

Rape/Sexual Assault, graphic violence and death

DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER ON AO3.

The Fanfiction version is clean and appropriate for teen-and-up audiences with less intense/censored versions of the subjects above. Please exercise caution while reading this chapter and switch sites at your discretion if you are uncomfortable.


Jesse felt cloudy.

That was a weird thing to say (well, think), but their mind felt like a fog had taken over it, and so cloudy sounded accurate. Were they still in the forest? Maybe they were. The ground felt soft. They must have fallen asleep...

Someone had been there. Someone had grabbed them and smothered them before they could cry out for help. They opened their mouth to scream for help.

All that came out was a croak. Their vocal cords punishing them for the deprivation of oxygen earlier.

"Oh... good. You're awake."

The familiar voice was back. Jesse blinked as hard as they could, clearing their vision until their eyes were fixed on the woman above them- for it was a woman's voice, except warm and laced with honey and sugar, and her long black hair surrounded her face and her red eyes gleamed iridescent colors and her perfume-

The memory clicked into place.

"S... Sirena?"

"Mmhm." Sirena smiled, a perfect, toothy bright kind of smile that was almost contagious.

It was almost contagious, because Jesse almost forgot the fog drowning them, and almost could forget the fact that they couldn't breathe, and almost- almost forgot that they were in danger, and so they almost smiled back, until they remembered the fact that they were limp on the ground with a croaking voice and a rubbery feeling overtaking their limbs.

What did she want?

Her eyes bored into their skin.

Eyes on the back of their head.

Something, in the far back of their mind, screamed that they were in danger, that they'd been in danger for a very long time, as the pieces of the puzzle clicked together and slotted into perfect fits-

And Jesse could only breathe in as they realized.

"... you..."

Sirena gave a dramatic sigh and plopped down beside Jesse, playing with their overall strap and making chills run up Jesse's spine as their eyes fell on the motion and found themselves unable to tear their eyes from her hand. "You know, you were really hard to get alone. I thought I'd never get you alone, you know?"

She trailed delicate fingers up their stomach, doing a playful little action until her fingers were caressing their cheek (an unfamiliar touch and a frightening chill), her nose almost touching theirs, red eyes glowing with excitement.

"Humans taste the best... and you know, that applies with succubuses too."

Sirena forced her mouth onto Jesse's lips, and it took them a whole minute, a whole several minutes for their brain to process what was happening to them.

She was kissing them.

She was kissing them.

"Let's just have some fun."

Jesse finally cried out as the full impact of what was happening hit them, trying to jerk away from her, but Sirena cupped them closer, pressing against them longer, harder. They felt oddly weak in her grip, the scent of something pleasant (and yet sickeningly sweet, so sickeningly sweet that Jesse choked on it and felt it smothering every last breath) entangling long fingers around their throat and their lungs.

"Alright?"

They were growing weaker.

They couldn't have said why, not through this fog pulling them under.

Sirena gave a low, husky chuckle as she pulled away, licking her lips absently and tracing delicate fingers on their collarbone. "Oh, my... you're not half bad at this." She tutted gently. "You had me fooled, Jesse. I mean, seventeen and you're already this good at kissing?"

She looked better, less dark circles and the gauntness- despite her face still looking near flawless even with the gaunt, thin quality to it, she looked better now.

Succubus.

She was draining them.

She was draining them, and taking... whatever it was that she wanted for herself.

And they were too weak and dazed to do anything. What was in her perfume? God, they could fight back, they could scream and run and fight-

And then she gripped their wrist in an iron grip and ice gripped their heart and refused to let it go.

"Sto- stop-" they rasped, fear making their tongue swollen and heavy and clumsy.

Sirena chuckled, as if they were a silly little kid that had made a stupid little suggestion. "Oh... you silly, silly human."

She leaned closer, lips brushing their ears in a flirtatious way and sending an ice dagger into their spine. "Why would I ever do that when I'm feeling so much better?"

Sirena kept a dazed Jesse on her lap, gently running her long nails down their chest, scratching, scratching against the overalls and their shirt. With expert care, she cupped them closer and pressed her mouth to Jesse's again, ignoring the way they twitched and jerked in an attempt to free themselves.

No

Then her lips were opening, forcing their own mouth open in the kiss.

No no no

Her tongue entered their mouth, slimy like a slug that was just crawling in without permission, and Jesse almost immediately gagged.

Jesse almost writhed in her grip in an attempt to get away, but she just clung harder and pressed harder and closer and god, they were choking, they weren't able to breathe right now, her tongue was almost halfway down their throat-

God no no no no no

They tried to jerk out of her grip, even as they felt energy-

Energy? No, it was something else, but it was draining them and they could barely breathe they couldn't breathe

"This is happening too fast."

Jesse thrashed, giving a desperate kind of scream, but their mind was fogged over and too easy to bend and mold and change, like she was playing with putty, and she put an end to that by forcing her lips onto theirs, almost biting down on their bottom lip and releasing a coppery taste in their mouth- blood?

"I don't wanna do this anymore."

Jesse almost convulsed in her grip as she slowly played with their collar, almost teasing them, except this kind of teasing wasn't nice, it wasn't friendly like the October Children-

They were scared.

They were terrified and they were scared and they wanted to get out of here.

"I don't care."

They couldn't.

Jesse gave a weak little twitch, trying to jerk back when they felt her tongue invading them, but she was pinning them down and terror was icing their blood and their head and they couldn't move.

They were stuck.

"Duh... don't-" Jesse choked as she took the opportunity of their lips being parted open to force her tongue into their mouth again and almost down their throat, slimy from saliva and oh god this was disgusting, they were being violated, they had never wanted this to happen again, they'd never ever ever wanted this to happen ever again-

She ran her tongue down their cheek, leaving saliva and drool on their skin, and then fixed her lip on theirs, crushing her lips against theirs and making the force on their mouth intensify until it was crushing, agonizing and painful and oh god, something was draining out of them, something that they couldn't pinpoint but they were gasping for breath and trying to blink black spots out of their eyes, shaking hard like a leaf in a windstorm.

"Mmnn, you do make a good meal," came her sickeningly delighted voice through their haze as she pulled away, breathless through the black spots dancing in Jesse's eyes. "I might just eat-"

Jesse gave a strangled, silent scream that made their throat feel as though she'd jabbed them with daggers as she almost touchingly rubbed her thumb over numb, bruised(?) lips.

"- you all up. I haven't had enough sexual energy to last me for ages... and you're barely touched."

Jesse was shaking harder now, trying to jerk away from her, but her lips fixed on theirs and they could feel more and more strength seep out of them like water dripping through a sieve.

There was a humming sound- the sound of metal flying through the air, and Jesse had heard that sound before but through the fog and the terror drowning them they couldn't have said where it was from-

A spray of blood.

Sirena's scream tore through silent air as she was thrown sideways, leaving the skin where she'd been pressing into and refusing to leave alone icy cold, along with the rest of them, their skin goosebumpy and their limbs feeling like limp rubber appendages glued to their body. Hot blood felt like splatters of acid on their skin.

The bloody bladed whip, glowing red in the setting sun behind them from both the shade of the sky and the blood dripping off the blades, flicked up into the air.

Jesse's head was starting to unfog, now that the perfume wasn't two inches from them and flooding their head, their chest heaving as they tried to breathe and take it in, trembling and trembling and unable to move.

Again.

Again.

It had happened again.

Jesse gave a weak, choking gag and lifted their eyes.

Just in time to see Aiden flick the bladed whip downwards.

They closed their eyes.

But it didn't stop them from feeling splatters of burning hot blood from hitting them through their shirt and their clothes and god, her blood was on them.


A/N: This scene has been planned since the start of the story, although I will admit that I spent a lot of time struggling to find any way the sideplot and main plot could work without this scene, as I did not want to write it. I won't say why this scene would affect the sideplot or the main plot, as that would ruin a good chunk of one of this story's sideplots and part of the main plot as well, but this is my reassurance that I did not write this scene on a whim or just because I felt like it. To be honest, I spent a long time procrastinating on even getting started on this chapter, and only recently decided to release them quickly so I could get it over with.

If it seems like I wrote the chapter without handling it very well or respectfully, I'm incredibly sorry- that was definitely not my intention, and I did my best to express the terror going along with it, but since I've been fortunate enough to never have to experience something like this, I'm fully ready to admit that I may have gotten details inaccurate or portrayed them disrespectfully by accident.

If I've offended you in some way or it seems disrespectful in some way, please PM me on Fanfiction (or, if you are on AO3, comment or message if AO3 allows that) so that I may correct it immediately. Once again, if I've somehow portrayed whatever you've read as disrespectful, I'm really sorry, and I will do my best to immediately amend it.

No RQTC or anything for this chapter.

Responses to reviews are below.

bungaMawar001: Not exactly. My hint for who it was (Sirena was a succubus who appeared in Chapter 3) was related to the perfume. If you refer to Chapter 3, you'll see the way that I described the perfume was virtually the same.

Northern Goshawk: Jesse has very bad luck, evidently. / Yeah. Yeah, someone will probably die. / Hm.

Happygoluckymegami: Chapter 3, but you were close. / No, it would not be Stella. You were correct.

CrazyNinjagoFan1: If you mean Sirena, you were correct. / Well, Reuben got someone.

Darkbeast Dend: Mm.

Toni42: They will indeed. / It wasn't a guy. / Thanks, bear. / I do like writing interactions. / ...

ThinMintE: Jesse's a little oblivious sometimes. / Thank you. This was why, though, so that's not great. / Okay. / Thank you.

That's all for now. I'll see you next update. Once again, if I offended anybody or treated this scene disrespectfully in any way, please let me know immediately, and I'm extremely sorry.

x.X. A.L. X.x