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Succubus's Prayer

What

(BPOV)

My bed room door burst open to revile a very panicked Chief of police and his very impressive shoot gun. Charlie was armed and ready to fire on whatever or whoever made his baby girl scream bloody murder.

"Bells, what's wrong?" Charlie asked as his eyes quickly swept over the room looking for any potential or unseen danger. I turned to look at my father as horror and terror molded a crossed my features.

"I have to go shopping for new cloths!" I said as my voice shuck with fear. Charlie's face went blank as I went to stare at my dresser hoping that this is just some sick twisted dream. There was a few minutes of silence until I heard Charlie's booming laughter from the doorway of my bedroom. Strange I've never heard Charlie laugh this hard before.

"God Bells, I thought someone was trying to kill you from the way you were screaming, like you were given a death sentence." He was able to get out though his fits of laughter. I glared at my loving father for his reaction to my misery.

"I wasn't screaming because of a death sentence!" I huffed out before adding. "It's more like some sick form of torture."

"I'm sure you'll live Bells." Charlie chuckled out as he headed back to his room to get ready for work.

I let out disbelieving sigh at the fact I have no cloths that fit. I wonder if any other cloths that Renée brought for me would fit. Now where is that bag? The problem was that I was really that desperate for cloths that I would even wear something that Renée picked out for me.

The answer was yes. Yes, I was that desperate to wear something that Renée picked out for me.

I let out a defeated sigh as I looked through the bag of untold horrors, only to find black lace strapless bra with matching panties and black stilettos. Perfect! Just perfect! That means I only have no choice now. I have to go with that outfit.

I make my way to my bed only to drop down to my knees to grab at a box underneath it that has been long forgotten. I quickly place the box on the bed and stare at it for hour's dreading the thing that sleeps inside of it.

After so many minutes or hours, I'm not really sure which, of staring at the box and vaguely remembering Charlie saying his goodbyes as he head out for work. I finally ripped off the lid and stared at the only outfit that would fit my new body.

With trembling fingers reached for the outfit that had caused so many nightmares the after I received it as a gift for my 16th birthday. How odd, my nightmares were always of wearing the dress and now I actually have to. I guess that settles it then I'm god's own personal joke.

The dress its self was red in color and it was one of those slip on ones. Were there was no zipper or buttons, you just need to step in it and slip it on. I let out a soft sigh. It's only for one day I can do this. Is the mantra I keep repeating over and over in my head as I slipped on the dress. Once the dress was on I had to look in a mirror and what I saw scared the crap out of me.

When I had first put on this dress for Renée when I had my old frame it ended about mid thigh, but now with my new body it ended about 4 inches below my butt and that's with the dress pulled all the way up to hind any and all cleavage.

Fantastic!

I look like a call girl!

As I gazed into the mirror, I could feel the hunger purring in appreciation to my appearance. It was odd; the hunger seemed…I'm not really sure if I can describe it. The hunger just seemed eager and a little stronger then yesterday, but I was still in full control. I knew that I wasn't human anymore but I just didn't know what I was.

I would have to figure it out later. When I had more information about myself, I just prayed that I wouldn't be too late in finding out what I am before something bad happens. I let out a defeated frustrated sigh. I chanced a quick glance at the clock only to find that it was 3:54.

Great, I spent most of the day stalling to get dressed and on my own little compilation of what I could possibly be. I grab my keys and headed out the door towards the monster of a truck that I love so much. I was eager to get my shopping down quickly and as painlessly as possible. Knowing my luck thought that's not gonna happen.

To be continued…

A/N: I think I'll be able to continue this story for two or maybe three more chapters, I think. I am begging all my readers to please vote on the poll that is on my profile otherwise I won't be able to continue this story. Please review.