Chapter 8: Reunion

Stiles Stilinski has been in a mental hospital known as the Echo House for three days and out for one or two. I never step foot there but the aura of the place makes my neck hair rise in warning. That place has too many secrets and too many deaths, definitely not a place where you would find a succubus.
As for me, I have been laying in the sun without any clothes and my shades on. The warm rays give my milk chocolate colored skin some tone as I float in my pool. These moments are what I enjoy the most.
That is until people start finding out where you live.
"I would advise not hiding in the bushes if you are going to be loud," I half way yell.
There was hardly any noise but I can sense them in the distance.
"You are going to get skin cancer if you stay out in the sun all day," an exotic voice said.
A toothy smile reaches my face as I look up, he sat at the edge of the pool lightly kick his feet in the water. His olive tone shirtless skin radiates in the sun and his chestnut locks are in a man bun. The black speedo is hardly holding on his waist.
"Miguel, darling," I greet happily.
"Hello my tropical princess."
I twist off my float swimming up to him; his bulging arms lift me up to his chest, hugging me tight to his rippling skin. With my chest against his I can't hear his heart beat.
"I have missed you, te amo," he says in my neck.
I hold on to his face kissing his cheeks. My heart swells in joy as I gaze into his forest green eyes. He has to be one of the most gorgeous beings I have ever come across.
"What brings you to Beacon Hills, love," I ask sitting on his lap.
"Just visiting Los Angeles before my flight back to Rio. I just wanted to stop by and say hello."
Miguel like I is a creature of pleasure as we like to say. As my opposite he is an Incubus who preys on women, we met forty years ago when I vacationed there during Carnival. He assumed I was a human and I did the same until it came down to having sex. Incubus and Succubus repel against each other since we can't get any energy from each other. Miguel and I laughed that night when we realized we are of the same species and looked for a couple who wanted to experiment. Ever since then we have remained friends.
"Well I am glad you decided to see me," I gush while holding him close to me.
"Yes, yes. But it seems like you have been taking good care of yourself even if it reeks of wolf in this town," he cheekily says.
"It isn't so bad after you get used to it," I reply.
He laughs heartily as my cell phone rings. I frown at it seeing the name flash in bright letters.
"Answer love, I have to go anyways. I expect you to come to Rio during the summer," he says placing me on the edge of the pool before jumping over my fence.
I stare at the spot he sat at, wishing he would say for a little bit longer. My phone rings again and I slide it to answer.
"What do you want, Scott," I answer slightly irritated.
"We need your help, he is back. The Nogitsune has taken over Stiles' body."

It didn't take me long to figure out where Scott lives. It is a small town but for some reason I haven't been on this street. I have managed to park outside the colonial house before stepping out walking towards the door. I knock on the door looking over the porch; it reminds me of those plantation houses I have seen after the Civil War in Georgia. The door swings open and a middle aged tan woman answers it. Seeing her kind brown eyes I instantly believe it is Scott's mother.
"You must be Raquel, I'm Melissa, Scott's mother please come in," she says moving over so I can walk in.
The smell of wolves hits me with a punch, this is definitely the wolves den. I follow the chattering before I see him laying upward on a couch. His void eyes stare at me with mischief as I walk around the couch. The talking starts to mute as I take a seat on the opposite couch not breaking eye contact. I can hear the breathing of everyone around me as I break eye contact with the possessed teenager who has duct tape over his mouth. Deaton, Lydia, Scott and Melissa stand a distance away from Stiles.
I cockily flash a smile before turning towards 'Stiles'. His eyes burn into my flesh as he rapidly breathes in and out.
"Do you want to say something, fox? Wolf got your tongue," I laugh at my stupid joke before looking back to the frowning group.
"Why isn't he tied up? He is dangerous," I ask.
"He is paralyzed with kanima venom. It should hold him for a few hours," Deaton answers.
Melissa sits next to me trying to avoid touching me. He starts sniffling which moves Melissa, crocodile tears runs down his flushed face. I shake my head, he is definitely a trickster. I look back at the group who moved to the kitchen to talking about a plan but Scott thinks the only way to save Stiles is by turning him into a werewolf.
"Really, Melissa? I shed one tear? That's all it takes? Come on," I turn around to hear Stiles mocking Melissa.
I turn out their conversation till I notice Melissa's face curling up in hurt and anger. Deciding that the conversation was over, I take the strip of tape and smack it back over his lips.
"I think we have had enough of your talking," I reply before sitting back down.
"This isn't you, Stiles," she pleads.
"It is now," I mumble accidently.
She looks back at me before quickly get up and moving to the group. It is several minutes before they decide to come into the living room. Lydia for some reason takes a seat next to me, analyzing me over like a lab rat.
"So you are a succubus," she comments.
"Yeah, banshee?"
She nods her head.
"Peter will be coming shortly," Scott announces before looking at me confused and suspicion.
It felt like whatever warmth was in the house left when he said the name. Something tells me that the person coming is more hurtful than useful. An uneasy feeling floats in my stomach as I look at the sour faces.
"Who is Peter?"

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