Monday, January 14, 2019
Succubus Shadows Chapter 3
I worked until closing that night and didnt get home until or so ten. To my surprise, I found roman type on the couch eating a roll of cereal while the cats competed for who could take up the most wariness on his lap. H integritystly, they seemed to experience him much than me freshly. It was a betrayal of Caesargonan proportions.What are you doing hither? I asked, sitting on the armc haircloth opposite him. I detect wherefore that the last of the p artistryy untidiness had been cleaned. Somehow, I suspected mentioning that would go away in him n incessantly cleaning again. I come ind youd be tabu chasing Jeromes succubus.Roman stifled a yawn and set the empty bowl on the c killee table. Immediately, both cats sprang off his lap to get to the residuary milk. Im on break. Been following her entirely day, though.And? My natural curiosity aside, I was apprehensive ab stunned(p) the idea of Jeromes authority being called into question. The arch-demon efficacy annoy me somet imes, however I had no desire for a spic-and-span boss. Wed come hazardously close to a leadership change when hed been summoned, and I hadnt been impressed with all of the candidates.And it was incredibly boring. Youre much more fun to stalk. She went shopping for most of the day. I didnt even know stores would let you take that much shit into medical dressing rooms. Then, she picked up a guy at a bar, and, well, you can soma out the rest.I rather analogousd the idea of Roman low while Simone had sex. Figured your voyeuristic tendencies would be into that sort of pornographic display.He made a face. It wasnt erect porn. It was like the nasty, kinky porn they aliment in the affirm of the store. The sort of compress that only really frame people go aft(prenominal).So no clandestine meetings to report to Jerome?Nope.Makes sense, I guess. I stretched out and send my feet out on the table. With Doug incapacitated, Id spent a rare day on registers, standing more than I commonly did ein truthmore. Unless I was mistaken, Romans eyeball lingered on my legs before returning to my face. If she didnt see any interminable follow up today, shed squander nothing to tell on.Not until tonight, at least.Tonight?How scattered are you? peter and Cody are having one of their things tonight.Oh, man. I forgot. Peter spotd to throw dinners and get-togethers and seemed unconcerned that Id and had a major(ip) party of my ingest. As a nocturnal creature, his soirees always took place late at night. And Simones going?Yup. Meis with her now, and Ill relieve her at Peters.So youll be on that point in spirit, if not in person.Something like that. He smiled at my joke, and for the commencement exercise time since hed re rancid to town, I saw a genuinely am employ visible light in those teal look. It reminded me a bit of the witty, gallant guy I used to date. It also occurred to me that this was a rare non-antagonistic conversition for us. It was almostnormal. misconstrue my silence, he gave me a wary look. You arent thinking of wussing out, are you? Your day couldnt contain been that hard.I actually had been thinking of wussing out. After yesterdays drama and now my wo over yielding to Maddie, I wasnt sure I was up for my im lethal friends zany hijinks.Come on, Roman verbalize. Simone is so boring. And I dont even de distinguishate her activities. Shes just plane. If youre not on that point to entertain me, I dont know what Ill do. ar you saying the rest of my friends arent entertaining?They pale in comparison.I at long last agreed to go. Although, it wouldnt give up surprised me if his interest in me making an show was just to bum a ride. Nonetheless, I was in a good mood as I headed over to Capitol Hill. It was a little eldritch having Roman with me and not with me. To continue his spying, hed gone invisible and without signature. It was like having a ghost in my car.As habitual, I was one of the last to arrive. The 3 Amigo s Peter, Cody, and Hugh were there, dressed in their usual attire now, rather than historically undefiled costumes. That meant a perfectly coordinated sweater vest and slacks for Peter, jeans and a T-shirt for Cody, and business casual for Hugh. I held the door open a little longer than usual, to facilitate Roman sweeping in after me. From there, I took it on faith that he was hanging out. As curtly as he let us in, Peter scurried back to his kitchen without a word.Simone was there too. She sit down on the loveseat, long legs perfectly crossed and detainment resting on her knees. Her body was slim with respectably sized breasts, clad in a black skirt and silvery silk blouse. Her hair was unsurprisingly long and blond. roughly succubi seemed to think blond was a sure-fire way to get guys in bed. I considered that attitude a sign of inexperience. Id been a brunette albeit one with gold highlights for a while and never had trouble scoring action.Hugh sat next to her, wearing the flirtatious face that was standard for him when it came to wooing women into bed. Simone regarded him with a polite smile, one she turned on me when I entered. She stood up and held out her hand. Her immortal signature smelled like violets and put me in mind of moonshine and cello music.You must be Georgina, she verbalise. Nice to meet you.She kept that like polite human face, and I could tell it wasnt faked. It also wasnt mischievous or to a fault charming. Likewise, she bore none of the open hostility succubi had around each other, or even the sugar-coated passive aggressiveness that was also common among us. She was just averagely nice. She wasbland.You too, I utter. I turned to Cody as I tried to expose the scents coming from the kitchen. Whats for dinner?Shepherds pie.I waited for the joke, merely none came. Thats not Peters usual style. He was a great cook only tended to stray toward beautify mignon or scallops.Cody nodded. He was watching a documentary on the B ritish Isles earlier, and it inspired him.Well, Ive got nothing against it, I verbalize, sitting on the arm of the couch. I guess we should just be grateful he didnt decide to sour blood pudding.In Australia, they have a variant of shepherds pie that has potatoes on the head and the bottom, Simone said out of nowhere. They call it potato pie.Several seconds of silence followed. Her chitchat wasnt entirely off-topic, exclusively it was just odd particularly since she didnt deliver it in a smug, know-it-all voice that you found among people who always won at Trivial Pursuit. It was just a statement of fact. It also wasnt very interesting.Huh, I said at last, voice deadpan. Good to know the names accurate. Itll fend off any embarrassing confusion that competency occur at dinner. immortal only knows how many wacky mishaps have happened when people ordered sweetmeats.Cody choked a little on his beer, but Hugh gave Simone a high-beam smile. Thats fascinating. ar you a cook?No, she said. Nothing more.Peter popped back in just wherefore with a vodka gimlet for me. After last nights showdown with Doug, Id vowed to lay off for a while like, a few days. I unawares resolute I might pauperization a drink after all.Peter glanced around with a small frown. This is it? Id kind of hoped Jerome might come. Our boss used to hang out with us quite a bit but had been avoiding social events since his summoning.I think hes got some business to take wield of, I said. I honestly had no clue, but I kind of hoped my vague allusion would trigger a reaction in Simone. It didnt.Peter put on a good spread as always, his kitchen table immaculately set, along with cabernet sauvignon to complement the shepherds pie. I noted that Guinness might be a better pairing, but he ignored me.Where are you from? I asked Simone. Youre here on vacation, right?She nodded, delicately lifting her fork. Shed cut her pie into perfect one-inch-sized cubes. It was enough to equalize Peters obses sive compulsion. Im from Charleston, she said. Ill in all probability stay for a week. Maybe 2 if my archdemon result let me. Seattles nice.Ive hear Charlestons nice too, said Hugh. He apparently hadnt granted up on getting laid tonight.It was founded in 1670, she said by way of answer.That weird silence followed again. Were you there at the time? I asked.No.We ate without further conversation. At least, we did until dessert arrived and Cody turned his aid to me. So, are you going to help me or not?Id been pondering how Simone ever managed to score guys and if her use of adjectives expanded beyond nice. Codys question blindsided me. What?With Gabrielle. Remember? decision night? Right. Bookstore Gabrielle who was only into Goth and vampire guys.I didnt omen you I would, did I? I asked uneasily. There were too many holding gaps from that party.No, but if you were a friend, you would. Besides, arent you some kind of love expert?For myself.And if computer memory serves, said Hu gh, shes not even really good at that.I shot him a glare.You have to give me something, said Cody. I need to see her againneed something to talk to her aboutId thought his crushed leather with Gabrielle had been alcohol induced last night seriously, was there anything alcohol couldnt be blamed for? but that look of puppy dog love was mum in his eye. Id known Cody a few years and had never seen this kind of reaction from him. Id never seen it from Peter either, but my friends and I had secretly decided long ago that he was just asexual. If vampires had been capable of reproduction, he would have done it amoeba-style.I racked my brain. I saw her reading The Seattle Sinner the other day on her break.Whats that? Cody asked.Its our local industrial-Goth-fetish-horror-S-angst underground newspaper, said Peter.We all turned and stared at him.So Ive heard, he added hastily.I glanced back at Cody with a shrug. Its a start. Weve got it in the store.Are you guys done with the boring love stuff? a voice suddenly asked. Its time to get onto the real action.The new voice made me jump, and then I matte the familiar filmy aura signaling an angels presence. Carter materialized in the one empty chair at the table Peter had set for six, hoping Jerome would show. Seattles worst dressed angel sat back in the chair, blazonry crossed over his chest and expression typically sardonic. His jeans and flannel shirt looked like theyd gone through a wood chipper, but the cashmere knit hat resting on his shoulder-length blond hair was pristine. It had been a gift from me, and I couldnt help a smile. Carters gray eyes glinted with amusement when he noticed me.Hanging out with an angel might be weird in some hellish circles, but it had capture pretty standard in our group. We were used to Carters comings and goings, as well as his cryptic and often infuriating remarks. He was the closest Jerome had to a silk hat friend and always had a particular interest in me and my love life. Hed let up a little since the recent debacle with Seth.Carter might be commonplace to us but not to Simone. Her blue eyes went wide when he appeared, her face completely transforming. She leaned over the table, and unless I was mistaken, her neckline had gotten a little lower since my arrival. She shook Carters hand.I dont think weve met, she said. Im Simone.Carter, he replied, eyes still amused.Simones visiting from Charleston, I said. It was founded in 1670.Carters smile twitched a little. So Ive heard.You should visit, she said. Id love to show you around. Its very nice.I exchanged astonished looks with Peter, Cody, and Hugh. Simones bland demeanor hadnt lit up exactly, but shed suddenly become 2 percent more interesting. She wasnt infatuated with Carter the way Cody was with Gabrielle. She was just trying to start an angel. Good luck with that, I thought. That was ballsy for any succubus. Certainly angels fell because of love and sex Jerome was living proof and Id even witne ssed it once. But Carter? If ever there was a staunchly resistant being, it was him. Except when it came to chain-smoking and hard liquor, of course. Yes, things with Simone had definitely gotten more interesting.Sure, said Carter. I bet you could show me all sorts of places off the beat out path.Absolutely, she replied. You know, theres an inn there that George Washington had dinner at once.I trilled my eyes. I doubted there was any part of Charleston she could show Carter that he didnt know about. Carter had been around to watch cities like Babylon and Troy rise and fall. For all I knew, hed personally helped take down Sodom and Gomorrah.So what kind of action did you have in mind? I asked Carter. As entertaining as Simones pathetic flirtation might be, I wasnt sure I was up to American History 101 tonight. I am not contend Have You Ever again.Better, he said. Out of nowhere, Carter produced Pictionary. And when I say out of nowhere, I meant it.No, said Hugh. I spent years perf ecting my illegible doctors signature. Ive totally muddled any artistic aptitude whatsoever.I love Pictionary, said Simone.I think I have some things to do, I added. I felt a shove on my shoulder and glanced around in surprise, perceive nothing. Then, I knew. Roman apparently still wanted me to entertain him. I sighed. But I can stay for a little while.Great. That settles it, said Carter. He turned to Peter. You got an easel?Of course Peter did. Why, I had no clue, but after hed bought a Roomba and a Betamax player, Id learned not to ask questions. We better into teams me, Cody, and Hugh against the others.I went first. The card I drew was wet ingress. Oh, come on, I said. This is ridiculous.Dont whine, said Carter, his grin annoyingly smug. We all take a random determine here.They started the timer. I drew some remedial waves that immediately got a Water from Cody. That was promising. Then, I drew what I hoped looked like a wall with a door in it. Apparently, I did too good a job.Wall, said Hugh.Door, said Cody.I added some vertical lines to the door to emphasize the gate aspect. After a moments thought, I drew a plus sign between the pee and wall to show their connection.Aqueduct, said Cody.A tide over over troubled water, guessed Hugh.Oh my God, I groaned.Unsurprisingly, my time ran out before my teammates could figure it out, though not before they guessed Hoover Dam and Hans Brinker. With a groan, I flounced onto the couch. The other team then got a shot at it.Watergate, said Carter right away.Hugh turned on me, face incredulous. Why didnt you just realize a gate?Simone went after me, and I hoped shed get Cuban missile Crisis or Bohrs Law. The timer started, and she drew a circle with lines radiating out from it.Sun, said Peter immediately.Right she said.I glared at Carter. You. Are. Cheating.And youre a worse loser, he replied.We played for another hour, but after my team got Oncology, The frustrate and Daniel Webster, and War of 1812, and the irs got Heart, Flower, and Smile, I decided to go home. At the door, I heard a wistful sigh in my ear.Youre on your own, I growled to Roman in an undertone.I left amid protests about being a naughty sport and considered myself lucky when Carter said they were going to play Jenga next.The drive back to West Seattle was quiet this time of night, and after parking underneath my building, I was happy to see that todays unseasonable heat still hung in the air. existence so close to the water had cooled it slightly, bringing it to a perfect dark temperature. On impulse, I walked across the street to the beach, which was actually more like a park grassy with only a few feet of sand. In Seattle, there were few places that offered much more.Still, I loved the water and the batty sounds of waves against the bound. A light breeze stirred my hair, and those costly glisten lights shone in the distance. Id moved here partially to get away from Queen Anne and its rule-governed proximity to Seth, but also because the ocean always brought back memories of my mortal youth. Puget Sound was a far cry from the warm Mediterranean water Id grown up near, but it soothed something within me nonetheless. That comfort was bittersweet, of course, but it was an fateful tendency of mortals and immortals alike to gravitate toward things we knew would cause us pain.The water was enchanting, glittering in both moonlight and street light. I stared off at a lit ferry moving toward Bain-bridge Island, then returned my gaze to the overlapping waves before me. They seemed to be choreographed into a bound, an alluring pattern that urged me to join in. I might not be able to draw, but dancing was an art Id carried from my mortal days. The water beckoned, and I could almost hear the music it danced to. It was intoxicating, alter with warmth and love that promised to ease that constant dull ache in my chest, the ache Id carried since losing Seth.It wasnt until I was calf-deep in water that I agnise what I had done. My high heels were sinking into the sand, and warm day or no, the water was still at a low temperature, its icy touch feed into my skin. The world, which had before seemed dreamy and hazy, now snapped into sharp relief, no longer an inviting dance that promised comfort and pleasure.Fear sent my heart racing, and I hastily okay up, something that wasnt easy as the sand wrapped around my heels. I finally stepped out of them and reached down, pulling them up from the water and walking back to the shore barefoot. I stared out at the sound a few moments more, floor at how much it now scared me. How far would I have walked in? I didnt know and didnt want to think about it too hard.I turned and hastily headed toward my condo, oblivious to the rough asphalt against my feet. It wasnt until I was safely back in my living room having locked the door screw me that I felt some measure of safety. Aubrey walked up to me, sniffing my ankles and then drubbing the sa lty water that still clung to them.Id had one drink almost two hours ago, a drink that had long metabolized out of my system. This had been no buzzed delusion neither had last nights sleepwalking or near-balcony jump. I sat on my couch, arms wrapped around me. Everything around me seemed a threat.Roman? I asked aloud. Are you here?My only answer was silence. He was still out with Simone and probably wouldnt be back the rest of the night. I was astonished at how suddenly and desperately I wished he were here. My condo seemed lonely and ominous.Water had splosh against my dress, and I changed out of it, swapping it for the soft comfort of pajamas. I decided then that I wouldnt sleep. Id wait in the living room for Roman. I demand to tell him what had happened. I needed him to guard my sleep.Yet, somewhere around four, my own fatigue overcame me. I stretched out along the couch, both cats curled against me, and gradually lost track of the infomercial on TV. When I woke, it was late morning, and sun warmed my skin. Roman was still gone. I hadnt been able to wait him out, but I was still on the couch. For now, that was the best I could hope for.
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