The Succubus's Plaything

Chapter 7: Memories and Train

Inesa's POV.

I sit on the train with my pink bookbag in my lap. Wearing a white top with buttons, accompanied by a dark gray skirt which reaches down to my knees, but not past, I make my way towards school. In addition to the aforementioned articles of clothing, I also wear tall, thin socks, black shoes, a black-and-white tie which contrasts my shirt, and a single pink ribbon holding my hair back.

This is the make-up of my school uniform, excluding my ribbon which technically shouldn't be pink.

But somehow I get away with it. It's probably more of a hassle than the teachers think it's worth to tell me to change. However the disciplinary committee has given me some trouble.

My brows furrow when I remember what happened last night.

Well, try to remember.

...

Ok. I'm home. That was a whole lot more terrifying than I had imagined.

No, scratch that, I had never imagined my awakening happen like this in the first place.

I pace about the room combing my fingers through my long pink hair, every so often casting a glance at the sleeping boy tied down in my bed.

"What should I do?" I ask myself in a half panik, kidnapping someone random from the train is DEFINITELY illegal, and what if someone finds out?

"Inesa. Calm down. Think through this." I try calming myself down. Nobody saw us, and if someone did, there was nothing out of the ordinary, only a couple teenagers walking home in the dark. Nothing suspicious. Right?

Oh! My eyes go wide. His phone! Inesa, how stupid can you be?! I slap myself lightly on the cheek.

After searching through the boy's pockets I fish out a black smartphone lacking a case. While it's not certain, it is possible he has a tracker-app installed.

Grabbing the phone I quickly run down the stairs and into the kitchen, and once there, I pull out a roll of aluminum foil. I read somewhere that if you wrap a phone in aluminum foil enough times the phone is unable to both send and receive signals.

I believe it was five layers?.. Nevermind, eight will do eight for good measure.

...

Back in the room my eyes once again fall on the brown haired boy softly breathing in and out. A sharp pressure starts building up between my shoulder blades, at which I sigh.

Well, now I'm home so there's no reason to hold back. I pull my shirt over my head and release the pressure building up, and with a brief shot of pain, a pair of feathered wings, the same color as my hair, shoots out of my back.

Ahh, that's nice. I feel relief as I no longer have to hold it back, and now, for the first time in my life, I've got my wings!

I have to see them!

I rush over to the mirror in order to inspect myself, and twisting around I decide that it looks a little awkward with my sweatpants. So I take them off as well.

"So how do I move them?.." Immediately after I find myself launched face first towards the doorway, which was thankfully open, so I just trip and catch myself on the floor.

Soo.. My control isn't that great. Though, as a first time I can't be thaaat bad. Can I? I at least didn't break my nose. Only a small bruise on my right elbow.

Glancing once again at the boy, I feel my blood start to heat up, and some tingly feeling in my stomach as I get up and begin to walk closer almost in a trance-like state.

Is it weird that his neck looks delicious? Yupp. Definitely. But that's a succubus for you.

He moves, well, he tries to move but since he is restrained, the boy's movement is pretty slight.

Oh wow.. The feeling within me gets stronger.. I want to feed.. I NEED to feed..

OH CRAP! He moved! He is waking up!

I snap out of it, and turn towards the mirror, seeing the way I'm dressed- or rather the lack thereof, a small squeak escapes my lips and I dive at the light switch and slam the door shut before he can open his eyes.

The room is plunged into a pitch black as the only thing that can be heard is my own heavy breathing which I force to slow down.

Then, from the direction of the bed, a sound of pulling on the restraints, and the calm breathing of the boy turns into short and panicked breaths.

"Who are you?! Why am I here?!" The boy's shrill voice calls out almost as a vain attempt to challenge me, but then immediately he gets unsure of himself.

"Hello?!"

"Please stop yelling.." I say softly. "I didn't want to do this.." I sigh quietly to myself. I regret this happening the way it did. It's my nature, but I feel sorry for this boy.

He was nothing but kind to me. I really am sorry.

"But you made me." I add shaking my head. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Suddenly the dark room goes bright. Huh?! I stare up at the ceiling only to find my light still turned off and glancing at the curtain I see them still drawn.

Oh. Duh Inesa. All your other instincts are waking up, of course you are gaining your other abilities. First I have my wings and now I see in the dark.

Soon I'll probably have my tail.

I expected to see some sort of gradual change though. Interesting.

But now.. I can see him.. His cute and terrified face, trying to be tough but failing miserably.

Something about this makes my stomach go wild. I feel alive.

But looking at him it's almost as if a tiny voice is whispering in my ear to be gentle. And I'll listen. At least to start off with.

Just then however, my vision turns a crimson red, and I see my hand be drawn to and run through the boy's hair, and stroke his cheek. Almost as if I'm watching someone else.

But after that.. I really can't remember. Except a vague memory of slapping him when he said something that made me blush.

And I think.. Mother came into the room? And she talked to me about something? Gave me instructions?

Yes, she definitely did, but the memories are too hazy for me to recall. But I do remember my mother coming in a second time and sending me off to school with a sandwich for breakfast.

But when I sat down on the train to eat I realized that I'm not hungry, and I have an aftertaste of something sweet.

...

"But that must have been hours later." I mumble to myself confused. The second time my mother came into my room was right before I left, 8:00 in the morning, and I brought the boy back home little past midnight.

Almost eight hours.. My eyes go wide thinking about what could have happened. How the heck do I not remember what happened for 8 whole hours?!

I'm gonna have to ask mom about that.

The train screeches to a stop, and people flood out the instant the doors open leaving the coach feeling nearly empty. I wish it could be like this the entire way, but I can only enjoy it until the next stop. Then school is only a few minutes walk from the station.