5 comments/ 8688 views/ 12 favorites The Lady and I Ch. 01 By: ladycarrera Chapter One Greta The rain fell with unrelenting force. It was bad, even for Aberdeen, Washington; pouring down on everything, tapping on the roof and windows. The wind howled ferociously, shaking the trees next to my bedroom window and causing the branches to hit the glass repetitively, making a loud 'tap' with every strike. Each loud sound, each clap of thunder and flash of lightning shook my entire body. Nothing terrified me more than storms and this one was the worst I'd seen in years. Even though it was midnight, I had my paper lantern on, illuminating the area of the room taken up by my bed. At least three blankets were wrapped around me. The curtains were closed and safety pinned together, but did little to cover up the storm. I cursed myself for being such a scaredy cat. My name is Greta Caruso, I'm a high school graduate, 17 years old and 5 foot 7 and 130 lbs. I was strong, intelligent and friendly. Yet, I was still afraid of a storm. It's not like the storm could reach me inside and I knew that. That's right; the storm can't reach me inside. Come at me, lightning. The very minute I finished the thought, the lightning lit up the sky, followed quickly by the loudest clap of thunder I'd heard that night. I screamed loudly and pulled the covers over my head, backing into the corner of my bed, against the wall. "Greta, what's up?" I heard my younger brother Oliver call from his room. "The storm, Oli." I stuttered. "I know, Gret. Get into the closet and put headphones in." He said, "Or come in here." "I'll be fine." I said, not wanting to trouble him, "Go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you." I put my headphones in and turned my music all the way up, shutting my eyes tightly. Before I knew it, I opened my eyes and the storm was over, leaving behind a slightly brighter sky and a light sprinkling of rain. This was my favorite part. I paused my iPod and crawled across my bed to the window. I spread the curtains, opened the window and stuck my head out a little bit, staring into the sky. The wind blew slightly and drops of water hit my face, so I withdrew and closed the window. As the window closed, I saw the tree next to my window shake almost violently. Suddenly, I felt as if I was being watched. I shook off the feeling and pulled myself into the bed. I was way overdue for a good rest. Days were long and boring in Aberdeen. I hated the town so much. We used to live in sunny, hot, non-stormy Avery, Texas. That was during a happier time. That was before mama left. Aberdeen, Washington was cold and rainy almost constantly. Dad knew about how storms terrified me, so I have no idea why he thought it was a good idea to move here. I felt bad for Dad, though; he loved Mom so much. Avery, the sun, the heat, the lack of grass and cracks in the ground; it must've reminded him of her. I wouldn't want to be anywhere near there if the woman I loved left me and the sun reminded me that she was still around. About that, I have the potential to love women. I've never been big on labels; I believe in equal opportunity. There's beauty in everyone if you look hard enough; that's what I thought. Dad knew, Oli knew, everyone did and they were all perfectly okay with it. When it came to love, it was a big thing in our house; it was a big thing to the entire family; Dad's side, at least. I couldn't say the same for mum. I guess you could say it was my fault that mum left. Pansexual was the easiest way to tell them what I was and when I did, mum didn't take it too well. Dad told me later that it was because a girl had crushed her heart in high school. Well, when mum finally started talking to me again, it was always loud and commanding; she wasn't herself anymore. It tore me apart. I used to break down crying at random points in the day and almost every night. When she tried to tell me to get out, Dad told her either to deal with it or leave, for my sake. She chose to leave. So, when I thought about it like that, I tried to complain as little as possible when it came to the subject of Aberdeen. The small town was boring and there was nothing to do, especially now that it was summer and my job at the local bookstore only took up so much of my time. After my shift, I had 6 hours to kill before it was a normal time to go to sleep. There was only so much to do in the stupid little town and I'd done it all. That next day, Oliver came to see me at work just as my shift. "Hey, sis, I know your shifts about to end. You wanna go to Kurt Memorial?" He asked. The Kurt Cobain Memorial Park was just about the coolest thing in town. Kurt Cobain was the singer of the popular grunge band, Nirvana, just about my favorite band in existence. It was our favorite place to go and right after a storm like the previous night's was the best time; the soul reason being the significant decline in visitors. "Yeah, bro." A sudden feeling of curiosity hit me, something I didn't understand. "I just.. I just need to go look for a book." My body seemed to guide itself quickly as I left my place at the cashier and went through the empty bookstore to the occult section. I rarely went back here, except to restock occasionally. My hand knew exactly where to go and it found a book under the 'demons' subsection. The book's title read 'Lady Carrera of the Darkest Nights.' "Greta, who is Lady Carrera?" Oliver asked, looking over my shoulder at the book. "That's the thing, Oliver," I replied, "I have no earthly idea." The Lady I watched the young girl shiver with fright as the storm shook the small house. What I would give to make the storm stop, or be in there, in her room holding her. I couldn't, though, not yet. Being a demon, even a high ranking demon was so difficult sometimes. As demons got stronger, they gained the ability to think and feel emotions like jealousy, anger, sadness and eventually love. Emotions, especially love, were heavy burdens too heavy for most. We are usually given the option to accept the ability or not. I chose to take it. It was obviously a huge mistake, because now I was in a tree outside of a young girl's window, watching her shake with fear, yearning to make everything stop. Sighing, I used my teleporting abilities to go into her brother's bedroom. He could not see me because he was not the one that I was in love with; the one that I was vulnerable to. I placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him, waking him just as lightning tore the sky apart and thunder echoed, causing the girl to scream. I teleported quickly back outside to the tree. "Greta, what's up?" He asked her, concerned. Greta. Her name was Greta. I waited quietly and motionless in the tree until the storm let up. Greta got up and went to the window, opening it. I told myself to leave, but I stayed in the tree unwilling to leave. She looked dreamily into the sky with her large, dark blue eyes, her long, wavy, dark colored hair swaying gently with the wind. Finally, she closed the window and I left quickly, to hell. It was a bad idea for demons to roam in day light. We were warned since birth to never go out of hell. When we reached mid-level, we were told leaving was allowed, but only at night. At high-level, demons can change their form to disguise themselves. Leaving at day was still not advised, but there was no one to stop those of us that did. That is why I followed young Greta to the bookstore where she worked. I stayed out of sight, roaming the isles where people rarely dared to go. I was in my human form, but I could never be too careful. I found the occult section and looked through the titles. One in particular caught my eye; 'Lady Carrera of the Darkest Nights'. 'What a joke.' I thought, pulling it off the shelf and skimming the text. To my surprise, it was fairly accurate. 'What do you know, I'm a celebrity. Hm... maybe I can get acquainted with my Greta after all.' Later in the day, the brother walked in and talked to Greta. It pained me to do so, but I influenced her thoughts and guided her to the book about me. She picked it up and looked over it thoughtfully. A quick conversation and she was gone. I willed myself with all of my power not to follow her. Unfortunately, Love is a stronger demon than I will ever be. The Lady and I Ch. 02 Chapter Two The Lady Even though I hadn't known her name until the night before, I'd been watching Greta for a very long time. I suppose it started back when she was pre-adolescent. Along with my duties in hell as head mistress, punishing the souls of the sexually wicked, I was responsible for going to earth at night and finding adulteresses so that I could add fornication points to their record. Whether humans went to heaven or hell was determined on what they did. Every high ranking demon had a job and a map that aided in their work. The map would highlight the souls of the wicked based on the demon's responsibility. The demon would then have to go to their house at night and mark them. Then they would add negative points to their record, bringing them closer and closer to hell. It affected their appearance, their life expectancy and their financial success. Angels did the same process with positive points and at the end of the human's life, whichever side had more points took the human. The night that I met Greta, I was out doing my job. One of the highlights on my map was her mother. She had recently started an affair with a co-worker of her husband's. I sighed and went into the house. The map system only highlighted the address and gave a name. Once I was inside, I was on my own. By accident, I went into Greta's room. Upon seeing her face, I realized that she could not be the adulteress; she was far too young for this century. I tried to turn to leave, but something kept me there. The girl was sleeping so peacefully; her breaths were slow and gentle, her chest rising and falling gently. She looked so young and innocent. Part of me wanted to protect her and keep her innocent forever. Another part of me wanted to ruin her innocence, turn her wicked; deflower her and get her addicted to me. I wanted to ruin human life for her. There was no demon law that would stop me if I wanted to. Demon-human relationships were often encouraged, but love was unadvised as it would cause a lot of trouble. I turned and left the room before I lost all of my self-control. After I finished my job, I fled to the roof quickly. 'Whatever you do, Carrera, never come in contact with this human again.' Six years later and Greta was an almost fully developed human adult. I still saw her every day, I was still following her around, and I was still watching her sleep. The only thing that had changed was the fact that I was now completely and totally in love with the human. The brother and Greta went to the park often and every time they would roam the park, talking about nothing in particular and laughing often. Their relationship was a close brother/sister friendship and I envied the boy. I wanted to be the one to make her face light up like that. I watched from a distance in my human form, careful not to let her see me. If she did, no good would come of it. I could lurk invisibly, but if she were to look in my direction, she would see me in my demon form. My powers were absolutely worthless in the face of love. That day was no different. They did what they always did, walked the same route they always walked. It only fueled my envy. I cursed myself for being a demon; unable to do anything about my growing infatuation. After a while, though, Greta stopped and sat down of one of the park benches. She reached into her bag and pulled out a book, my book. She bought it. She looked down thoughtfully at the cover again and flipped through the pages. "Oliver, listen!" She said, her eyes lighting up as she patting the empty space of the bench next to her. He complied. "Lady Carrera is a well-known, high-ranking succubus; known best as the head mistress of hell. She specializes in punishing the women who commit adultery, have sex before marriage, prostitutes and other women of the sort. She is also known to take the form of a human and appear in the dreams of women, seducing them through intercourse, like succubae are said to do." "She fucks chicks in their sleep?" He asked, "Sounds like your kind of demon." She scowled and punched him, jokingly. "That's not true at all. I'm saving myself for marriage." "It's a dream, though. You'd still be saved." He said, nudging her with his elbow. "Oli!" She yelled, blush quickly surfacing in her cheeks. "Stop it! Besides, it also says that she punishes adulteresses and such. Hm, I wonder why I picked up this book. Seems kind of weird." "Maybe this Lady Carrera is trying to tell you something. Or me something. Hm, sis, are you a prostitute or something?" The brother laughed. "Like I said, saving myself." Greta said, "It kinda makes me wonder about her; about demons. Maybe they're not like they're made out to be." I turned and started to walk again. Greta turned quickly to look at me and my heart stopped. "Hey, I saw you at the bookstore." She called to me. I turned to face her. "Uh, yeah. I go there every day." I said, "You work there or something, don't you?" I started to walk toward her and she picked up her things and stood, moving around the bench and facing me. "Yeah, I do." She said, "Sorry, I must've freaked you out. I'm Greta, Greta Caruso." "My name is..." Shit. "...kinda hard to pronounce. You can call me Ryla. Ryla Bliss." "Ryla." She repeated, her voice deliciously sultry. "Nice to meet you. I guess I'll see you tomorrow if you go to the bookstore every day." I watched in shock, unable to speak as my innocent young Greta turned into a demanding sex kitten. She had just said she was saving herself, but her eyes... her eyes begged me to take her. "I suppose so." I managed to say, regaining my demonic confidence. "See you then." "See ya." She said, and I quickly got away from her. She was making it extremely difficult to keep myself under control. Greta I saw her again; the woman who dresses in black and lurks quietly around the store. She never reads anything, she never buys anything. She doesn't even go to the coffee shop and read the books that people leave behind like I do. Every once in a while, however, I catch her looking in my direction. This might sound crazy, but she was much too beautiful to be human, much too flawless. Her black, lacy clothing hugged her slim, curvy body perfectly; her skin was smooth and pale. She had eyes of a striking reddish color and her pale face was shaped with long, silver hair. Oliver and I saw her the other day at the park. Her name is Ryla. "Ugh, it's the weird chick." My co-worker, Alexis complained. Alexis didn't belong in the bookstore; she was, to put it nicely, a slut, who hated books and reading and was only here for the job, half-priced coffee, and the occasional mildly attractive guy who accidently walked in. She was rude to the customers and never did inventory. The only reason the boss kept her around was the fact that we were short-handed. "You just think she's weird because she's hotter than you." I quipped. She laughed, "Are you kidding? She's one of them goth satan-worshipper freaks." "I don't think so, she doesn't seem like the goth type. There's something else there, something mysterious." I said, "Mystery is the sexiest shit in the world." "Y'know, other than me." Alexis said, flipping her hair and causing me to laugh slightly. Ruby and I got along pretty well; we were kinda rude towards each other in a joking way, but I was friendly in order to keep the sanity. "So, Gret, you're into dark room stranger sex." "No way. You never know what kind of STD's they have. I wouldn't mind being blindfolded by whoever I end up with, though." I said, truthfully, "She's not quite a stranger, though. Oli and I met her yesterday at Kurt Memorial." "Hm... weird. You think she's following you?" Alexis asked. "I dunno. I wouldn't really mind." I said. "What if she was a rapist?" Alexis asked, making a really weird face and stoking my arm. "I wouldn't mind that either." I said, "After all, she's definitely fuckable." "Whatta 'bout me, Gret?" She whined, "Do you think I'm fuckable?" "No way. You're like a sister to me. It would be like doing Oli." I said, "Besides, I thought you didn't swing the gay way." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." She said, pouting. "I just said yes to men. I never said no to women." "You'd probably say yes to anyone." I laughed as she mock-slapped me. "Fine. I'm going to go talk to mystery over there." She said, strutting over to the isle where Ryla disappeared. I leaned against the counter. The bookstore was fairly empty, so I could hear their conversation clearly. "Hello, miss, can I help you." She asked. "I'm afraid you can't." Ryla said. "I've found what I wanted." Ryla walked over to where I was at the register and placed a book on the counter. The book looked terribly familiar. I realized why when I read the title; "Lady Carrera of the Darkest Nights." I went on with the transaction and handed over her receipt and change. "Meet me at Kurt Memorial under the graffiti bridge." I said. "I need to talk to you." Ryla grinned. "Will do." Then, she left. "Greta's got a girl friend." Alexis sang. "No I don't." I said, "Not yet." The Lady and I Ch. 03 Disclaimer: all characters involved in sexual activities are 18+ ~ Chapter Three The Lady 'Carrera, what the actual fuck are you thinking?' I asked myself. My dearest Greta told me to meet her under a bridge in Kurt Memorial Park. She said we needed to talk and even though I'm not even supposed to be out her in the daytime, I'm totally going to meet her. I cursed myself and went well out of range of the bookstore before going into an alley and teleporting to hell. Just like how demons aren't as bad as they're described, hell isn't all that bad either. Demons only punish the sinful until they repent. Once they do, they're allowed to leave and go to heaven. Only half of hell is all fire and brimstone and whatnot. The other half is designed as a place for the demons to live when they're not working or once they retire. Most of my job took place in the residential part. Since my job was to chasten the sexually wicked, I had Lucifer expand and soundproof my basement and disciplined them there. It was an extremely fun job and usually didn't take long for them to repent. Not because my punishment was bad, they just couldn't take the role reversal. Once they stepped into my basement, I was the seme and they were my uke. I felt bad often when I punished these women. I was being a huge hypocrite. I had gone into the dreams of and had sex with countless women. It was the source of my power. Sometimes, I didn't even want to; sometimes I had to find the nearest house and do whatever chick was in there because I was too weak to go without. I was definitely not proud of what I did. I teleported into Hell, appearing at the front gate. It was impossible for demons to teleport directly in hell because Lucifer wanted to make sure people were doing their part. Direct teleportation to a hiding spot would make it too easy to avoid confrontation. "Welcome back, Carrera." The gatekeeper, Arden, greeted. "You're out unusually long. And in the daytime... Something you want to tell me?" Arden was my absolute best friend. I'd been keeping Greta a secret from him, but I knew that eventually he'd realize that something was up. I wasn't exactly sneaky. "Arden, I've been watching over a girl." I said. "Carrera! A human?" He asked, shocked. "Sweet Statutory, Carrera, I'm so proud. Your emotions are getting stronger." I nodded, grimly. "Don't be proud of me, Arden." I said, "I'm in love with her." Arden gasped and quickly looked around to see if anyone heard. "I'm sure you're just overreacting!" He laughed loudly, then lowered his voice, "Not so loud, Carrera. Falling in love is already pretty bad, but with a human is even worse. Are you absolutely sure?" "I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life." I said. "Then I'm with you 100%." He said. "However, you need to go to Lucifer and tell him." "I don't want to yet. Not until I have her love as well." I said, "When Greta returns my affections, I'll negotiate with Lucifer." "Okay, Carrera. Be careful." Arden said, snapping, making the gate open. I started down the diamond path that cut through Hell when a figure stood in front of me. I sighed and walked around him, continuing down the road. Lucifer, like the persistent prick he is, followed me. "Carrera, why are you ignoring me?" He whined. Lucifer was probably the biggest disappointment of the stereotypical hell. Satan worshipers that met him absolutely hated him. Why? Satan was about 5 feet tall. His hair was platinum blond, his eyes were big and copper colored. As if looking like he was 12 wasn't bad enough, he acted as if he was closer to 9 most of the time. He was a pretty fantastic ruler, however, who was fair, made good decisions and always did what he thought was best for the people. "CARERRAAAAA!!" He whined again, tugging on my sleeve. "Hey, why are you still in human form?" "Well, you're always in human form." I shot back. "Besides, I kept cutting myself on my tail somehow." "You were out for a long time today." He pointed out. "Yeah, I suppose." I said. "I guess it was because of the run in with the angels earlier." "Really, what happened?" He asked. "Just their normal instigating. You know how angels are." I said. Angels are a pain in the ass sometimes. "I took care of it, though. Pulled out the contract." The 'contract' was referring to an agreement the angels and demons had to never make contact while on earth unless the demon was physically harming a human. I actually had run into angels earlier, but that took like 5 minutes. Nothing too time consuming, but I wasn't going to tell Lucifer that I was actually out stalking a human. "Hmm... Okay. Did you get your job done on Earth?" He asked. "How about in Hell?" I sighed heavily, almost growling. "I would be done if you hadn't wasted my time." "Okay, Okay. Don't have to be mean about it." He complained. "I'll check on you later. Bye, Carrera." "See ya, Luce." I went to my house and straight down to the basement. The night before, three hookers had been brutally murdered and ended up here. Now they were chained to the wall in my basement. Great. The first one was an older woman; she was slightly overweight and looked to be in her mid-30's. All three prostitutes were still in their skimpy hooker outfits and wearing way too much makeup. I removed the gag from her mouth and she immediately gasped. "Thank God, another human! You're here to save us, aren't you?" She asked. I looked down at my clothing, realizing that I never changed back into my demon form. Shit. "I'm afraid not." I said, "You do realize that you are dead, correct? You were murdered." All three hookers' eyes got wide and the blonde one in the middle started sobbing. I removed the gags from their mouths and they all started to beg at once. I couldn't help smiling to myself. There was a sadist in me, even though I didn't like to show her often. I sighed and started to transform back into a demon. The human clothing melted away leaving me completely naked except for thigh-high stilettos, my hair turned into its natural indigo color and fell over my shoulders to cover my breasts. Wings broke out of their hiding place and spread out, stretching, and horns emerged from my head. My tail broke free and curled around my leg. "Do you want to go to heaven rather than stay in Hell?"I asked them. "Yes!" They all yelled. "Then you'll have to repent." I said. "And for the love of God, change into something dignified. You aren't the ones who have to practically rape chicks in their sleep to survive." They all nodded vigorously and I snapped, changing them. With that, they were on their way to heaven. Easy Peasy. Best job ever. I changed back into human form and teleported quickly back into the human world. By now it was nearly dark. Greta would be off work soon and I didn't want to keep her waiting for me. Or rather, for Ryla. The teleportation had landed me about a block away from the entrance to the park, in a deserted area. I couldn't risk anyone seeing me. I started toward the park, but stopped when I felt a pull in my stomach and fell to the ground. I had been ignoring my feeding again and was weak. 'Well... Time to feed.' The sun was setting, giving the area a gorgeous golden hue. My cell phone that I used for human business read five-thirty. That meant that Greta would be off in 30 minutes. Oh Greta... I had to stop thinking about her. It would make this so much harder. My map told me that the next residence housed a sleeping 25 year old un-married female. Why she was sleeping at 5:30; I had no idea. Perhaps she worked nights. Within minutes, I quietly maneuvered myself around her house to her bedroom window. She seemed to either be very trusting or waiting for someone because her window was wide open. I slipped into her bedroom and quickly shifted into my demon form. Then, I teleported into her dream. She had already been dreaming, so I was forced to interrupt. Luckily for me, she was fantasizing about some guy fucking her. I came up behind him and threw him off into the darkness of the dream before I crawled on top of her and pinned her down. "Hey, what-" My lips quickly covered hers in an effort to shut her up. I instantly felt better, but it wasn't enough to keep me alive. "I'm sorry, but I'm just so hungry." I said, sitting up, straddling the girl's hips. Realizing that her arms were no longer pinned, she tried to move, but to her horror she couldn't. I laughed at her wickedly and once again the sadist in me emerged. I didn't want to rape her, and I didn't have to; in fact, I was physically unable. Succubae could not enter a dream unless the dreamer wanted it. "Get off of me!" She yelled, trying throw me off. "What's wrong, honey?" I asked, "Why are you trying to fight it?" "Dammit, I'm not fucking queer!" She yelled, continuing to struggle. "Hm, I don't know. I think you are." I purred, sliding down her naked body. I spread her legs before settling between them. I gathered my long hair and threw it over my shoulder before using my finger to spread her shaved- no, waxed lips. "Liar." I said, holding her open with two fingers of my right hand and oh-so-slowly sticking the index of my left into her. "You're soaking wet." She gasped loudly and her hips moved into my finger. 'This will be easier than I expected.' With that, I lowered my face to her still-spread pussy and ran my tongue slowly over her slit, causing her to gasp. I slid another finger into her and started to move both fingers in and out of her. I curled my fingers up, causing her to moan and thrust her hips into my fingers. Meanwhile, my tongue went to work on her clit, moving quickly over the sensitive nub. After a minute, she began to buck her hips violently and she came on my hand with a loud moan. After a moment, I pulled my fingers out of her and put them up to her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted them in, licking them clean. I figured it was safe, so I freed her hands. To my surprise, she pulled me towards her and kissed me. Her lips were frantic and passionate and she still tasted like her own essence. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "For the love of God, fuck me." She said, her expression almost pained, "Please." I sighed and straddled her again, moving her leg over mine and pressing my clit to hers. Then, I began to grind into her and my mind wandered to my darling Greta. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was her under me and not this random girl. I thrust my hips harder and quickened my pace as I thought of Greta; how she would look all sweaty and sexed up, how her moans would sound, how she would taste and what her face would look like when she came. "Greta." I moaned as I came simultaneously with the woman underneath me. I opened my eyes and realized that I wasn't with Greta. I needed to be; I needed her. I got up immediately and got off of the stranger, stepping back a little. "Wait, where are you-" "Thank you." I said, ending the female's dream. I turned into my human form before exiting the room through the window. I needed to get to Kurt Memorial. ~ Greta "Bye, Alexis!" I called, exiting the bookstore. I went straight to Kurt Memorial and waited in the grass near the Graffiti Bridge. The Graffiti Bridge was a nickname given to the bridge that went over the Wishkah River. Since it was a bridge that Kurt Cobain spent a lot of his teen years under, it was covered in spray paint messages left by his fans. There was also a sign that read: " ~In Memoriam~ From the muddy banks of the Wishkah." It was one of my favorite places to visit in this stupid town. I had been waiting for 30 minutes when Ryla appeared from behind a nearby tree. It was only 6:30, but it was already pitch black. It didn't make any sense because it was summertime, but I dismissed it. "Hey, Ryla. I didn't think you'd show." I said. "Sorry, Greta, I got caught up in a bit of trouble." She said, "How are you?" "Alright." I said. "Yourself?" "Feeling much better." She said, "What did you need to talk about?" "C'mon. Walk with me." I said, taking her hand. We walked up onto Young street and started across the bridge on the sidewalk. "Ryla, are you a lesbian?"