The Succubus's Plaything

Chapter 4: Late

Inesa POV

Its late at night on a Thursday evening. It's a little past 11.

I was on my way home from studying at a friends house, and since we have an exam the following morning we stayed up cramming.

At the moment though I'm on my way to the train station. The winter season's first snow had begun to fall, but I didn't mind, I love winter, although unfortunately I am not dressed for it.

Previously today, when I school ended, I had opened my locker to find my jacket my mother lent me missing.

I shouldn't have been suprised, things like this have happened before, and I wrongly assumed that since I changed my code two days ago, my stuff should have been safe. But I was wrong and now I shiver as I walk a pace faster than I normally do in order to produce body heat.

I am wearing my favorite pair of bright pink shoes, pink jeans and an oversized shiny red winter jacket with a white fur lining on the hood which my mom made me borrow. Underneath as a top I am wearing a comfortable pink sweatshirt.

Anyone who looked at me would immediately realize that my favorite color is pink, and in fact that is almost the only color I will wear. I'm just like my mom who if she could choose, would only wear red.

My hair color is pink as well, but while I tell people I dye it, in reality thats just how it grows.

Because.. yea, it's what I am.

I pass by building by building, some with lights in the windows, but most are completely dark. One house I passed by the light was flashing, whoever lives there is probably watching the television.

The road I'm walking beside is made out of asphalt, which hasn't aged well since it's construction, and now it's filled with numerous potholes, while the sidewalk is paved with concrete blocks, slightly newer than the road, but not in a much better shape.

I utter a sigh and quicken my pace.

The neighborhood I currently walk through is kind of a sketchy place to be at night, but since the way around would cost me another quarter of an hour, I would miss the train.

As it is now I will just barely be on time.

I come across an alleyway with a dumpster spanning about ten meters across, and on the other side lies a convenience store, and the questionable area ends soon after. After passing the store you can continue a bit farther to come across a safer environment and the streetlights eventually become quite a bit denser.

My steps lead me past the dumpster and through the alley and once past I notice a few people that I recognize as delinquents from the same grade as me hanging out over by the shop entrance.

Three guys and one girl. Jillian.

Pulling my hood down as far as possible I try to be as small as I can while walking past as far away from them as possible.

Thankfully, they seemed to caught up in their own conversations. I exhale relieved once they were behind me. And I scurry past the next corner.

The three guys I can't claim to know alot about, besides them going to my school, and what grade they go in. They are infamous around the place and everyone knows to avoid them.

One of them has his hair shaved of in a buzzcut and on his left hand he has a tattoo of a dragon's head.

The second boy has a rather normal haircut and honestly has a pretty friendly looking face, but

his spiked leather jacket seems to beg to differ. Besides, if he's with Jillian he is probably not going to be a good person.

The third of the delinquents came here on either a motorcycle or a moped since on his head is a black helmet with a green rubber mohawk. The kind that kids like to wear to look cool.

All of them are wearing completely black.

The girl however I have a rather.. complicated relationship with.

To start of with, Jillian is a bully. The others guys I don't think are as bad as her, but they'll follow her orders to try and impress her. So they are just as much of a nuisance, and won't be afraid to get their hands dirty.

They are like ugly puppies.

Anyhow, she has a good face, and pretty is pretty popular with they guys, and the opposite with the girls. Most people don't know about her more dangerous side though.

Aand she hates me. She totally hates me. It would even be plausible to assume she had something to do with the dissapearence of my jacket.

While she's a bully to anyone she deems to be kinda pretty, but she seems to have a special vendetta against me.

I compare her to Snow White's stepmother.

A car with bright headlights passes by with loud humming sound and I take a couple steps away from the curb. 

Pulling up my phone with a clear case, I press the home button to reveal the time. 11.24. I have six minutes until the train arrives and realizing I can't make it, I slow my pace slightly. After a couple seconds though I change my mind, and in order to stay warm instead I switch to a light jog hoping to maybe make it in time to the train anyway, and realizing I'll have to stand at the station in this weather I speed up even more, and even more until I reach a full sprint. 

My stamina is pretty inpressive, at least by human standards. I am instead gifted with an abundance of athletic gifts, amoung other things. 

After the next bend I know I will see the station, and cross my fingers that I have made it in time. 

Once past the bend, I can see straight to the station and.. The train! 

It just left..

"Ahhh.." I exhale as I let my pace slow all the way to a stop and rest my hands on my knees. I had just missed the train, and woohoo now I need to wait for a half an hour in this stupid weather. I hate winter. Tomorrow I won't, but for today, I hate winter.