My Incubus demon...

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"People associated with the Incubus often end up mentally unstable and crazy. It's all part of the creatures plan. They want you to think you're hallucinating, when in fact, they're taking advantage of you. Stripping you of your mind." Mr Kent explains, looking passionate about what he's saying.

With every word he says, the tingling feeling in my lower stomach grows and grows, soaking my panties.

"Some Incubus have the power of being telepathic, which means that they have the rare talent of reading their victims mind. They use this to their advantage and manipulate them. If you could get in the mind of a Incubus - and if be putting it kindly - you would want to kill yourself." Gasps are heard around the room, I'm not sure whether it's from the shock, awe or the horrid facts.

"Just like vampires, some of the older incubus don't age, and have the power of 'changing' humans, as some would put it. Scientists and historians have confused the Incubus from the Vampires many times."

"Might I ask how you know all this?" I shout out rudely, not really caring. Which isn't me at all.

Mr Kent's head shots in my direction, and his eyes pin me down, which is very, very intimidating.
"Miss Rochester, hasn't anybody told you it's rude to interrupt someone when they're speaking?"

"Yes b-"

"Then is there a valid reason for why you're acting rude towards me? Seeing as I'm your teacher, and you the student."

"No, I-"

"Then you have your first detention from me, Miss Rochester. You'll stay after class." He shrugs, turning his attention back to his other students.

This bastard! The fuck he think he is?!

"Excu-"

"2 detentions."

"Si-"

"3 detentions."

"Would yo-"

"4 detentions."

"All I w-"

"Really, Gabrielle? 5 detentions?"

I huff loudly, showing my frustration and folding my arms over my chest, sinking into my seat.

"Where was I? Oh, yes. The incu-"

Kent...

What the fuck?

Kent...

It's official. I'm going crazy. Say goodbye before the doctors inject me with some chemical that kills me slowly.

Jokes.

But I'll still probably die...

Kent...

Oh my god are you still talking!

Yes, yes I am.

Holy shit! Now I'm talking to myself. Great. First stage of craziness. Second is checking for hairs on your palm.

I divert my eyes to my hand and slowly unfold it, checking myself for hairs on my hand.

Every fucking time!