0 comments/ 21244 views/ 0 favorites First Night Alone By: teresawrites2u Chapter One We sat on one of the lower roof edges watching the monks at their evening exercises. Father's feet tapping the clay shingles on the level below. The night smelled of snow and sandalwood incense. No more than a dozen were in the court yard smooth heads steaming as they danced their deadly forms. Others walked their shoes sometimes crushing the gray gravel underfoot or mutely slapping against the stone floors finishing evening errands. I was resting my head in the crook of Father's arm and I felt him take a deep breath in and slowly sigh. "I have to return to our family." He whispered but my heart had already started to pound in my little chest. "We haven't been gone for so long, but it's never wise to go missing for to long." For some reason, unexplained to me, Father had whisked me away from our home and every one we loved. Forty some odd years ago and I had never had the courage to ask why or when will we get to back. I missed Milk Mother and the honey flavored milk she offered me as a new born, and Dhumavati with her new found love and I even missed our Great Father in the smallest way. "When do we leave?" I asked, afraid of sounding to eager. "We don't you need to stay here, it will only be for two weeks, when I return you will know then if we both go back or stay." "Why? I miss everyone?" I was embarrassed at not being able to hide the whining in my voice, when I knew it really hid the sorrow. "Sorry Father." I muttered. He lifted his arm from my shoulder and lay his hand and fingers across my forehead. "Listen Jovina Succubare listen to me well, you must take care of yourself for the next two weeks." He rolled me into his chest. "These men have given us a place for almost half a century. They could expel us from here, or worst hunt, capture and torment us for as long as they are willing to remember. Don't destroy their world don't ruin it for us, we are but guest in there home and remember that every moment you are alone. Promise me that." His words rumbled against my eyelids and through my head. "I promise to keep to myself." I swore against his soft beige tunic shirt made by immortal hands to be worn for centuries if the wearer was only willing. He pressed me into his hard chest and let me go. "It's time." He extracted his dusty brown body from my futile grasp from around his wait and we stood. I watched as he faded from his extremities to core mirroring the sky behind him fading from daylight to dusk. I knew he was there even if he was already back at the Fortress. I followed Fathers lead and made my way to the dinning hall. I liked living with the monk's it was similar to our family's Fortress who's stone walls in the basin of Death Valley homes the divine and lesser beings of the body yet all are welcome. I carefully avoided the men as they walked carrying their plates and drinks to the tables around the hall. There were about a hundred clean shaven heads and faces. Chopsticks smooth black wood shining with mild depressions from centuries of meals tapped on beautiful porcelain bowls. Hushed voices floated around the tables and wove together to collect in the air and hovered warm caressing. After dinner, everyone dispersed and I followed, a small group into one of three libraries's and curled up in a large chair off in a corner. They spoke of the T'ang dynasty the Mahayana Buddhism and scholar Padmasambhava's introduction of Tibetan Buddhism. A discussion I had heard many times over the decades and dozed off peacefully. When I woke up the room was dark and suddenly I felt so alone an emptiness echoed in my bones and I fled. Through the closed doors down the empty hall, fear began to rise and I broke through the stone walls blinded and lost. I hit a wall of calm and fell to my knees. When I opened my eyes there was a monk about fifty sitting on a low bench completely covered in red pillows that overflowed and covered half the floor. There were two small iron lamps sitting on wall hooks, but the room held an innate illumination from him. "Hello child." He said in low tones. "Drapa, Please forgive this embarrassment." I was terrified. My father would kill me. I could had done nothing more disrespectful had if I had jumped up on the dinning room table naked for all to see and drenched us all in sensual obscenities, striped naked. This was where they communed with their "Great Father" Father explained. Even other monks didn't interrupt this prayer. I started to tremble ferociously and had to concentrate to make myself un-form. I looked up because a small harsh light came from him it weaved back and forth across the room working its way to me. Then there were three and then maybe ten more, than I could count. It memorized me trying to keep track of all the movement. My vision swam and my head felt warped. "I'm sorry, please stop, I will go." I meauled unable to take flight, my heart pounded in my warped skull so that I had to place both hands on the floor which scared me even more to have to touch one more thing in the room, tears and tiny sobs escaped. "What could possibly be so horrible in this place as to give you fits?" He asked and lights stopped moving. "The lights and I'm sorry I was scared looking for light, and ran but there wasn't any." I began to cry again. The lights dimmed by half wavering in the air. "I know you're out there, when it grows dark I can, feel you." He explained drawing out the word feel so that it reached out across the room like a finger pulled along a silk cloth. "We never meant to intrude, only a quite safe place to live for awhile." Shoot, I has slipped said we, hopefully he wouldn't notice. "How long has a little while been?" He asked. I sighed, "About a century and a half." The lights began their insane dance moving in on me one at a time and would slide off again, then two lights and the spinning began again. "I never knew I was so blind to all around me. Maybe I would have guessed I noticed something different ten years ago or more, but not that much. Why are you such a small thing?" He asked as the lights danced across my body." "The lights make my head feel funny." I prayed silently that this didn't offend him for fear of what else he would do and hoped the silent prayer didn't reach my Father's ears either. "Forgive me," he said and the lights froze again, "but I only wish to see who could only be so interesting." "I mean no disrespect, if you were to make the lights one, maybe you could see better." Bite my tongue! Thought I didn't hear it, the room felt lighter as though it laughed at this horrible little mess of two different entities, two different sexes that were from two different religions collide. The light faded to the brightness of the sky during a cloudy storm and the different tentacles pulled together as if a broom of light could sweep me clean. My panic pulsed in my throat for a moment then the lights fused together and held mellow and steady. "Are you standing?" He asked the sound coming from three feet above his head where the light now originated, maybe. "No, I'm to horribly afraid and ashamed." I said the sound carried on the weight of my words rather than the desire to be honest. "Please come near and sit." So I stood, my bare feet never feeling the imperfections in the wood floor or the plainness of my looks as this moment. Though maybe trying to dazzle him would have been even more disastrous. The spotlight found my face and worked it way down my lankiness. The light unrolled itself over my head, around my shoulders and coated me completely. "Are you trapped in this body, trapped in this place?" "I am not a tortured soul, Drapa." I replied and followed the light to just a foot or so on the floor in font of him and sat mimicking his position. "A few moments ago I don't know if I would have believe you not that I believe in you anyways." He seemed to think that was funny. "So who and where are these others that you live here with?" "I would rather not say his name out loud, after the sun has set we rise in power, and if I say his name, he may hear and I don't wish him to know what horrible thing I have done." "So you are afraid of him?" "Only because I've done the one thing he asked me not to and I will be reprimand." My voice still lacked strength. "I won't tell him if you don't." "I must so, do not corrupt your morals for me, if he were to ever ask you." I added that last part because I couldn't imagine it ever happening. "So he is your god or police?" "No but with him I would not exist." "Could you live," he paused "survive without him?" "Yes, but not that I would want to, I love him." "Is he your husband, or brother or lover or father?" I didn't respond. "Husband?" "No" "Brother?" "No" "Father." "Always." I answered, he paused, and my eyelids came together pushing away the darkness that sat in the back of my brain waiting to engulf me. I opened my eyes and saw a pair of cloth shoes it was a man it was him. The light was gone and in its place was his metaphysical self. Twenty years younger with gray eyes so light they were the color of hard packed snow in the moonlight held together between two layers of blackness. He held out his hand. "Come sit with me for awhile." "Will not your gesko take offence?" The last thing I wanted to do was get him in trouble with his moral police. "How can I do something wrong if you're not real?" He asked. In less than three hours, I had broken a dozen rules. So hey if I'm going to burn why not throw caution to the wind. And on top of that, I don't know if I would have had the courage to be on my own. I took his hand to rise only because it felt like the right thing to do, not because I was so frail. And he sat beside his body on the bench and I laid down facing the room on the pillows next to him and place my head on his thighs. It felt natural and intimate, one of the most intimate or power filled acts in the universe. His body tensed like cording on a bow. I took a deep breath and our body's relaxed as one. . It was as thought someone cut the cording in my brain and the fear and tension just wasn't there anymore. Before he touched me, I could feel his fingertips. First Night Alone Ch. 02 In less than three hours, I had broken a dozen rules. So hey if I'm going to burn why not throw caution to the wind. And on top of that, I don't know if I would have had the courage to be on my own. I took his hand to rise only because it felt like the right thing to do, not because I was so frail. And he sat beside his body on the bench and I laid down facing the room on the pillows next to him and place my head on his thighs. It felt natural and intimate, one of the most intimate or power filled acts in the universe. His body tensed like cording on a bow. I took a deep breath and our body's relaxed as one. It was as thought someone cut the cording in my brain and the fear and tension just wasn't there anymore. Before he touched me, I could feel his fingertips. Each one warm silk touching the fine hairs invisible on my cheek, my skin straining for contact, in complete rebellion against the single driving thought, do not ruin this. Dread in anticipation of Father's return danced with unspoiled delight in this moment around the inside of my skull. One thought, a pair of feet soft as falling mist and graceful as a leopard while the other thundering hoofs scraping against bone and gouging nerves. A hand coming to rest on my forehead parted and confusion inside me stopped completely. My need for that touch swallowed and used my determination against me, turning it into a monstrous drive. Every cell reached out to him and I could feel the air around me move like a second skin up and over the whorls and swirls and tightly trimmed nails. I clung to each knuckle with their ripples of flesh. The lines worked into the almond brown skin down to where they met sharp tendons and lushes veins and arteries. Together we reached out, his touch warm mature, liquid comforting eternal and mine hot timorous starved. There we resided maybe for days. I woke, I suppose, almost but not quite alone. I lay on my back aware of another presence much to near, and held with whatever sole I had been born with frozen; not with panic or fear but out of respect. The assistant priest was only here to check the Drapa's body and leave. I could only spy upon him on the peripheral the way the way I once watched an old woman gathering mushrooms was resting against a rock when a snow leopard walked by without a glance. She stood there as I lay, knowing we are out of our element though our kind are higher on the evolutionary ladder. Because we ourselves were not the most impresses of our pool, and would cause more pain than anything if we were to make our presents know. So I disappeared into myself to wait, to be alone again, and not be alone again. The priest's robes stirred the air near my bare legs, I wanted to withdraw or kick at the fabric. He hovered between the Drapa's body and me until I was just about to do something to rid ourselves of him. Though I had no idea what that would be, maybe my new found ability for irritation rippled out into the room, because his spine stiffed ever so and he quickly gathered the cooling wash rags and lighted more resin. I realized even with my eyes closed that I was propped up against a warm body, that we were both stretched out, slightly reclining. My body cradled by his robed his legs on either side. His arms resting on my shoulders hands on my arms and all I wanted was for him to move them up to rest on my painfully youthful looking chest. The thought caught me like lighting flashing in the darkest night's sky. He gently removed his hands from me and placed them on his thighs. I shifted my body to the left, craning my torso around like a coral snake and turned myself to place one small hand on either side of his hips. Pushing and arching my chest out and up I looked up into his black eyes my attention drawn to his sooth dry lips the color reminding me of dragon fruit. If I had to choose between one or the either, never having tasted either, I could not help but prefer to taste his mouth and starve rather than eat the fruit, knowing his flesh was my meal. He gazed down upon me with the compassion that marked his trade and was just as sincere, but it scared me to the core trapped in what was this horrible child no matter what would be. My body folded over into itself so that head pressed against his torso. The pity wrapped with want, the want that he needed, once. The women he saw, loved touched. Under elaborate gowns embroidered with jeweled colored forest; lived their soft toffee skin that sat over delicate hips cupping dark thick hair, under tear drop shaped bellies. The diminutive breast sloping out and upwards, nipples the color of their beautiful smiling bowed lips when clouds passed shadows upon their heart shaped faces. A half dozen pair of wide set eyes looked up to him, each set held a different shade earths brown from sun bleach sand to rich moist loam. Distracted by hair spilling across his body long, thick, weighty, better belonging to minks. And a jealously was conceived deep in my belly, a small hard round piece of stone quickly growing to fill my chest, catching in my throat, blinding them from me. What right do they have to him, over me? I thought. They are not less, but does that make me less by default? My mind is not weak or my emotions inadequate to grasp what was happening to me. Only my form less fitted for this scene, turning ardor into something sick. I wanted what they had been given, to give what they gave believing that is could not be less. And receiving gifts from him as well, these things I deserved. The crown of my head burned against his belly and flashed down igniting my spine deep into my abdomen enwrapping the envy. The two sensations created a catalyst there spreading outward. My body stiffened, I thrust my ass out and up trying to keep it away from me. I had seen lumps of wax melted down in a cauldron, hot thick spreading. And it did, down my thighs wrapping around my kneecaps encasing the muscles of my thighs. Swallowing and pushing down to the tips of my toes. The hot wax in my belly turned upward, I was not beneath panicking, my hands slipped to the pillows on either side of his hips and my head was deep into the folds of his lap, and the hot molten substance inside encompassed my face and chest in one large wave pressing out to spill down my shoulders and trickle through arms, elbows and dying out filling me to my fingerprints. I was vibrating like pot of boiling water; claustrophobia bore down as I pushed his legs outward and to raise my head. The dress I wore, now rested light on the top of two slightly larger rounds of rump and the once loosely hanging sleeves over bony shoulders; presently squeezed the curves and strained against shoulder blades. As I looked up and shoulders met, in front the soft cotton strained painfully, constricting small meaty breast. Our eyes were level now and his face held calm on the surface but shock rippled right below as dark irises intense gazed past my face and with the touch of a strong hand traveled along my back to rest at the edge of fabric. The exposed flesh molted red under the look, and traveled down the tight valley between and exploded painfully into my gut. He met my eyes and arrogance washed way fear, this would be my death. So be it. Warmth from his body pressed against me, I had seen the pulse in his neck peak and drop. His chest rose quickly making my throat catch tight, but there was no sweet musky breath along my skin. And quite predatory, I leaned into his face and glided to the right so that our noses hovered above the others cheek. "Where is the breath that drives your chest to pound?" I whispered. "It is a missing as yours." He murmured, we closed our eyes collectively for I felt his eye lashes stir the air across my cheeks and took a deep silent breath in bringing flesh almost to flesh. We exhaled and the air move from my lungs drying my throat, quietly humming past nostrils expelling across cheeks and rustling the hair around my face and could not help but smile and laugh. But the cotton, no matter how soft strained tits so tightly the movement bound the ignorant nipples sitting on top and they swelled caught between the rigid folds so that I was almost stuck blind. Musk now clung to us and I locked on to the small dark division of his lips. And the need was too much, the rapid breaths rolling down my throat, the rippling of fabric against breast, the cool air taunting my exposed thigh, lips, and ass. Then he was there, silken lips against silken lips. A cold thunderous wall rose up behind me a huge horrible wall, and it was all wrong to soon. First Night Alone Ch. 03 A cold thunderous wall rose up behind me a huge horrible wall, and it was all wrong to soon. A granite hand wrapped around the back of my head and finger clasped onto my face. Yanking me back off my knees, Father for whom else could it be, swept me across the floor. Talons of pain pierced my head, rage poured off him and a striped away any courage to fight. I stared blankly at his shirt vaguely aware I could make out the out line of his ribs, when the world swirled again and he held me pressed against his upper arm so that he could take a good look at me. I don't know what he saw but staring up I saw a mask of horror, then he cranked my head back. The sorry excuse for a dress almost ripped under the strain. Until then maybe the monk was too shocked or took me for dead, hanging as I was right now. He could see me now and I went from wishing the pain away to wishing him away. Father followed where I was look and the monk came back into his view. I raised my right hand to stop him from whatever it was that he might do. He grasped my wrist pressing it across my chest and forcing it to push my left breast up and outward. And at the very worst moment that only added to my escalating terror, I felt the one strand of fiber fail and that simple sound jumped across the upper part of my breast and landed solidly singled out among shuffling, pounding hearts and combined primal sounds escaping from our family tiff. "How could you? After all that was done for you, make this grievous error?" He roared in my face. I knew from mother, and tales told wide and far, that if he wanted to he could tear me apart piece by piece and devour me whole. So I didn't say a word. "You break the one rule I left and this is what came of it?" "Please leave, if you can not control yourself." A voice came from behind me and I felt Father's attention shift. "No!" I screamed and struggling against him, we fell with avalanche force. He straddled my bare belly and I feared for the Drappa. Every particle in my being was pulled free of me and I knew of only one that could do that, our Great Father. We came to being again a little more respectable than at the monastery standing in that horrible little dress. My Father with much better control over himself stood just a step behind and to the left. The hall was packed with energy conception flew around the room sometimes landing on someone who accepted with a thought or brushed it aside with a quick wave of their hand to the very large Vishnu always a welcomed guest reclined against one of the thick stone walls. I could not remember a time when the great hall was so packed. And realized that it was spring for most of the world and the sky miles above us felt fresh with dusk it is a heady time to be a creature of the flesh. Young satyri and nymths, Abatwa's and Griforis, Hermaphrodites and more by the dozens. I felt none of it. Our Great Father sat their reclining against some of the most wanted bodies in the known universe. His form was created for fertility and lust long before the first man could truly carve what they wanted to display. Three heads higher than my Father he looked like a living sandstone statue. Sandstone carved eyes and lips, no one who he feed from had ever complained. Those eyes were staring at us right now, and all I knew was it that was bad. "Your precious little, one too much for you, to handle, Incubi?" He asked, voice thick and slow. I felt my Father shift his weight and his left foot made perfect contact with my tale bone and I flew past figures to land, sprawled like a rejected doll in front of our Great Father close enough almost touch. I felt cold and humiliated, only fearing two things in life, having my Father's disapproval, and being useless to our Great Father. Welcome to my hell. "Little one is not so little, eh?" He smiled slowly. "Is he mad because is was not him that made you woman?" "I have not had much time to think it over Great Father." I answered honestly it hadn't even occurred to me. "No indeed you have not. Time to grow and once grown quick to die." He was looking at my Father. "She disobeyed me, she must be punished." His voice sounded steady and assured things that I have never been around our Great Father. Great Father looked back at me and curled his finger to come closer. I lifted my body off the raised stone platform and crept closer. I stopped when I just didn't have the courage to go any nearer. He lounged at an angle so that legs lay beyond me his hips next to my face and I could seen the soft color variation in his skin tone. The epitome of a strong health man there was nothing about him that wasn't appealing, yet as all gods of fertility, most were carve ready for battle. Others around the hall were created with similar members, but theirs were oversized or ornate. His was just ready and perfect for him though almost the size of my forearm and that I was inches from it. Sometimes I wondered how one when about life with a perpetually hard cock. You could never sleep on your belly and it made playing sports like wrestling take on a different meaning. I blinked hard realizing that I have truly lost my mind. "She will be punished, no questions." Our Great Father decided and causally reached out slid the huge finger down into the front of my dress. The threads seemed to disengage under the warm skin. I didn't move an inch till he paused at my navel, something he lacked and although he could see between my legs just fine since the horrible cotton no longer covered a bit of it. He seemed to enjoy looking at it from that view. My face began to grow warm and my throat dried out as he sat there with all the time in the world. The hall began to come alive again, until something new happened. And slowly so that only those of us closest to him noticed, his hips turn towards me. When the tip of his phallus brushed the hairs on my cheek did the room become suddenly quite again. Hard as stone, he smelled like sun-baked clay and was warm when he pressed it the soft meat of my cheek. I knew he feed from the body, but fear and humiliation froze me solid and all I could think to do was to cry to show him what I wished to do was just impossible. First Night Alone Ch. 04 I closed my eyes and tears built up beneath my eyelids and fell to my cheeks, hot tears against warm skin, many trailed leisurely down his cock. A woman's head moved at the edge of my vision and she whet about cleaning him. His finger moved back up to my breast and extended pushing me outwards. I back peddled over whelmed to put some space between us. His finger tilted up and I knelt, ever so slightly, he raised it more so I stood. He pointed it towards the direction on the sunrise and I turned wondering how I was to know how fast or slowly to move. I stared at Aisha Qandisha who was never one to be still, squatted above Tane, and was slowly dip up and down upon his frothing dark member, while they watched the spectacle unfold. I mustered as much poise as I possible and remembered back to when we lived here more than a century ago. This time feeling of an outcast, it was hard to be in a room bustling with creatures that are just doing what they were meant to do and feeling shame for things that they did not. Her glassy eyes slid towards Great Father and she looked back to me and pointed towards the back of the room. I turned grateful until the Midianiten god Yaw, suspended from stroking himself and an almost transparent muse to hold up his hand. It was very near impossible to ignore the long quivering ribbons of fluid clinging from his hand to the incredibly wide base of his cock, created so wide that his hips and thighs were perfect flat. When I stopped, his hand found the narrow tip of it forever hard, forever extended outward. Yaw went back to the smooth rubbing motion, the veins in his cock rising and falling under the pressure of his fingers, letting his hips rock with the motion as he pressed down on the shaft bestowing me a majestic bow. He smiled as my checks burned and face splotched through with color. I could see my Father on my far left, his anger leaked out in stifling wisps of supper hot air grazed dull as an over used blade around me. Yaw pointed towards the direction of the setting sun and I attempted just a little grace, lifting to the balls of my feet, each in turn and letting my hip rise to move the edge of cotton, first exposing more, then less. Knowing they have seen more of me than I have, knowing their presence was wearing on me. It still gave me a just enough spine not to cower as I turned past my Father. His body was as tense as the sky before lightning strikes. One of the many multi-armed Indian demigoddess stopped me this time with one of her gorgeous henna laced arms. I did not remember her from before, may be she was a guest as anyone seeking pleasure was welcomed, though sometimes they found leaving more than a little difficult. She was embrace by Aengus, and looking up I spotted four white birds flying about making lazy loop de loops. In one fluid casual motion, she waived me away and with a lower hand pointed me towards Great Father. So I casually pivoted, seeing my old Milk Mother, surrounded by the grand ladies of pregnancy and birthing. Thought the great door ways at the front of the hall some milled about or stood idle watching things happen, some turned as three figures came into the room. They were not grand, they were not lavish, but something that drew you to them. The first were two women, half bird deity half not or maybe they were harpies. They stood two heads above the man that came to stand beside them. Long soft white feathers contoured their heads and fell around their shoulders behind their backs. Strong, defined beautiful blue-black bodies with arms tapering to three thick fingers, dark skin turning to claw. The one on the right yawned to display two rows of solid white bone that clicked together perfect points rather than a set of teeth I would have never notice the man, if he hadn't stepped forward. Life seemed to cling to him because it didn't have a choice in the matter. The color of his irises were sinister shade of black, contrasting with the clean whites of his eyes. In turn, they were surrounded by lush black lashes that any girl worth her weight in gold would forever be jealous of every time they looked. The lashes stood out in stark disparity to his lily fair skin and on it went to a tight sable beard and shoulder length hair. If you looked past the dark aura, everything held a shine. His entire being was a study in opposition. The charcoal tunic he wore was cinched so tight around his neck and the arms so long that the material flared out nearly concealing his hands and fingers. The pants he wore swept lightly against the ground. I would bet on the house that he wore two layers of tunics and pants, only because not a hint of him showed through it. Reflecting upon him dampened my slightly improved spirit quite a bit, because no one I have ever know ever hid anything that they, or someone else found pleasing. The harpies, if that was what they truly were, stepped out and walked over to flank my Father. The black and white man came to and positioned himself next to me. I could taste copper on my dry tongue and my belly suddenly felt heavy and began to twist deep inside. Everything here is so old that things aren't explained, because everyone appears to know what's was happening. The fact that I didn't have a clue started to make my heart beat against my chest a little too hard. I turn the full circle to face our Great Father, still relaxed playing with a huge red upturned ass with the pinky of his left hand. "Great Father, please tell me what I am to do for you?" I asked keeping eye contact. "Go where he takes you, do what he says." And the man reached for my arm and I could not stop the sideway stride to keep just out of contact. First Night Alone Ch. 05 Chapter 5 Milk Mother stood and some of her kin reached up to touch her some stood along with her. "To have it be like this is not a punishment, it is a sacrilege. They should be cleaned, there should be a ritual." A few nodded and Great Father lifted his finger out of the hole he was creating and pointed to the doorway. I knew what to do and made the most controlled sprint out of the hall as possible. He told me what to do and I did it, besides if I was going to puke my guts out in terror the fewer to see it the better, right? Everyone settled down as I escaped into the corridor. We walked past empty rooms with the curtains pulled back and occupied ones some were closed others weren't. The more doors we passed the better I felt. The air less musky and a spring came back into my step, this couldn't be so bad I thought. The he stopped at an empty room with the heavy orange flax curtain knotted loosely out of the way. My body walked pass the opening as my brain yelled stop, and I heard down the way we came muffle uproar then a long, agonizing scream that sounded like my Fathers voice. If he could ever make a sound like, I was still hearing. And I realized at that moment, I was all to call and everything was too good. Quietly in my head, I spoke out to her. Milk Mother, you can not help me, let me stand or fall on my own. Come for me when you can. Suddenly, I was very much alone with a very intimidating outcast and my Father's cries bouncing off every wall. "Stupid," was all he whispered as I crept past him into the room. It was all the rooms average sixteen paces long by twelve wide this one was no different. The floor was sunken filled with batting and covered with linen dyed from blond to ginger and stepped out onto the stone walk that wrapped around the perimeter. I turned as he untied the drapery and the stronger light from the hall was suddenly gone along with the cries. Nothing seem to work and I collapsed forward onto the floor my knees and palms cracking against the floor. He knelt down and hissed above my ear. "My little 'whore in training' trying to appease me?" "No, your anger belongs to you, it is not something I can control, I only wonder why?" I whispered. "Get up." He growled and I rose to my knees then up leaning against the wall. "You sprang forth from a dieing, dried up, lonely human and Incubus Abi." I stepped back and he lunged forward. "A miracle, she even named you Jaimie-Elita, my special love" I inched away. "Succubus Jaimie-Elita," he sneered rolling the French pronunciation of it off his tongue as moved towards me. "At best you're kindling at you're worst you're thieves." My back hit the wall behind me and I angled my body and kept moving ever so slowly one foot behind the other. "There is a need and we are conceived to fulfill it, what was yours?" I murmured. "My curse? From the moment of my birth, everyone I have ever loved has rejected me until that is all I am, unreciprocated love, would you like to know what it's like to be an essence?" His words biting along my skin. "I have not faired so well being what I am, to assume I could play your roll any better." It was then that I realized my process down the wall had be slow, but I had been hugging the wall so tightly that the skin on my left arm was being worn away. It surprised me that there wasn't any blood on the stone, and then there was, tiny little dark bead like dew collecting on a blade of grass on a moonless night. He raised his finger tips to the trail shaking his head looking disappointed. "For all desires you can milk and feed from, you are so dull looking." He noted rubbing the flat garnet colored blood between the first two fingers with his thumb. Though it was sticky, it held the flat nature of his black tunic. He was right, none of the Incubi held the shine that invoked life, from top to bottom, we seemed to lack that quality. "But look at you, in a room so dark your tunic is but a light shadow, everything about you screams let me die, and you stand there glowing, black and white as thought the sun is here for you and you alone." He exhaled deep and tired, wiping his hand off on his pants. "Though you won't enjoy anything tonight, at least you remember what I've done when you bleed for me." My back connected with the second corner. He stepped down into the pit putting a hand against the wall one on either side of me. We were eye to eye. I was weak, we were so close that his breath echoed in my ears did not also caress my lips. The heat from his body did not weighed me down only his hate. And my waist trapped between his arms where there to squeeze me, kept me from fleeing but nothing more. All there was for me were two beautiful angry eyes. His right hand came out of the darkness, coming to my face. Hot tears welded up in my eyes so that I couldn't see him either. I felt the tears cool as they were brushed away and dampened my ear. "Where? Where are you?" I gurgled. Suddenly I could not sob and I was pressed back hard to the stone. "Why, why do you want to see me?" "Please love me." My neck snapped forward dragging my body along, as I thought what a horrible night. He pushed me back and then there was nothing.