The Sun of Apollo

Chapter 1

The noise of music and people's chatters clogged my ears as I sat fidgety on the barstool. I looked up to see Vivian with her base, her hair slicked back with sweat as she sang into the mic on stage. She was staring lovingly at her girlfriend, Sid, who was passionately playing the drums. I often envied my human friends for their freedom to choose their lovers, while my heart was a slave to the gods.

I sighed, laying my head on the wooden bar next to my untouched water. By this time in their performance I'd normally be off sucking the sexual energy out of my victim for the night in the bathroom or maybe behind the bar. It was my deal with my human friends: I'd compose them songs, and they'd let me into the bar without the bouncer questioning me. All so I could get laid.

A cute black haired man had been eyeing me all night across the bar, as most humans do, but I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge him. My mind continuously wandered back to my mate, Alex. His light brown, curly hair had the ability to make me melt at the sight. His body was toned and muscular and it made me want to drop to my knees.

As I said before: my heart is a slave to the gods.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out my thoughts and instead focus on the music. It wasn't long until I was interrupted by someone sitting next to me, not so graciously either.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was facing the Korean man who has been giving me hungry looks.

"Hey," he said in the most audible voice he could muster. He was attractive, but he caught me at a bad time. He was probably in his late twenties, and my incubus charm caused him to neglect my age. I rolled my eyes at his approached, finally picking up my water to drink.

"Not interested," I stated plainly, drawing my eyes back to my friends on the stage.

"I was just looking for a conversation," the man complained, sounding offended by my harshness.

I turned back to face him, scowling now. "You've been watching me all night, so you know damn well I'm not looking to converse. So fuck off, dude," I snapped, slamming my water glass on the counter, almost smashing it with my strength. Another unwanted gift from the gods.

"Is there a problem here?" A familiar voice asked. The man grumbled something but ultimately fled back to his original spot. I glanced toward my over protective bartender, Parker.

Parker's golden eyes, similar to my own, stared at me with concern. "Rough day?" He questioned, gesturing to the man who just left.

"More like rough month," I mumbled, chugging the last of my water as if it would help anything. The concern in Parker's eyes only grew at my confession.

I've known Parker for about two years, ever since my friends started playing here. He has been the only human that hasn't hit on me in the slightest, which always came surprising to me considering even my lesbian human friends got horny around me. Curse of being an incubus.

He noticed me the first time I came, staring at me all night shamelessly. I thought he was going to hit on me when he approached me at the end of the night. Instead he confronted me about my age, confused on what I was even doing at the bar. Ever since that day, we formed an unconventional friendship. The 23 year old would scope out the bar for me for potential sexual partners, and he always made sure I returned safely after my adventures. He also being a medical school student would have me quiz him on medical terms and anatomy during his shift, considering my vast knowledge of the medical world. He was probably the closest thing I had to a genuine friend.

"How did the move go to your brother's fiancé's place?" Parker questioned as he filled my glass up with coke this time. I never asked for alcohol and I'd doubt if I asked he'd give some to me.