Jeff and the Succubus [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 19 - Moving Forward...

Candie's P.O.V

So, after that little session, Jeff and I go into the living room to find Sally putting massive plaits in Monica's hair, which were thick and looked like ropes on the floor. Jeff left to go in the kitchen, pinching my butt as he left. I smiled as he left, but it quickly went away when I heard Monica suck her teeth while she thumbed through a magazine. I rolled my eyes and plopped down in front of her on the floor, crossing my legs.

"What now?" I groaned.

"Succubi don't beg. It's demeaning to our nature." She answered sternly, peering at me over her magazine.

"What I do for-" I looked up at Sally, "personal reasons, is none of your business." I looked back at  her with a scoff.

"You know he and the Slender demon has had relations, right?" She dropped the magazine to look me in the eyes.

"Duh," Sally chimed in, "they're best friends." She rolled her eyes.

"Uh, precisely, Sally." Monica smiled before giving me a serious look.

"You're wrong for snooping." I told her as I got up. This place was really changing her for the worst. She used to hate looking through peoples' mind without their permission.

"I'm just trying to protect you." Her eyes softened as she looked up at me.

"I'm capable of doing that myself. I've lived on my own for centuries." I grumbled as I left. I could tell how hurt she was by the change in her aura. I went into the kitchen to find Jeff downing a beer and talking to BEN and L.J.

"Aye, Ben, L.J., can I have Jeff. For a second?" I leaned against the door frame, pinching my fingers together to show how short of time I meant.

"Uh, sure." L.J. looked at Jeff, who shrugged at him, then back at me.

"Talk to you later, then." BEN gave a Jeff a half wave as he walked out with L.J.

"Okay, you can't possibly be that hungry. Your demon should be fine now." Jeff reached in the fridge and grabbed another beer, popping the cap on the edge of the counter with a flick of his wrist.

"No, it's not that." I laughed awkwardly. "Can I, uh, take a peek?" I tapped my temple, walking over to stand across from him.

"Peek of...?" He gestured for me to go on.

"Your mind...?" I shrugged with a sheepish smile.

"No." He scoffed, taking a drink.

"C'mon, please?" I pouted.

"Where do you think you're getting with that face?" He laughed.

"Jeffy," I whined.

"Nope," He popped the 'p' nonchalantly as he took another swig and pushed off the counter to leave. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, trapping him between me and the counter.

"Jeff, please. I gotta prove Monica wrong." I could feel the magic flowing through my body at this point.

"Candie, why're your eyes purple? What are you doing?" He put his bottle down to ready himself, but I wasn't gonna do anything drastic. Just a tiny peek.

"You may feel a small pinch," I said calmly. Surprisingly, he didn't fight back when I put my hand on his temple. Closing my eyes, I surged a wave of magic through his head and held him in place with my free hand as he started to struggle with the pain.

"Shh. It's okay." I closed my eyes, and then I was seeing his memories. I could see from his teenage years to now. 

He was bullied a lot, like most kids, but he fought back against them for another boy. His brother? I had no idea he even had a brother. Once I triggered that memory, I could feel his emotions, his anger towards the boys, his love for his brother, and then the pain of the accident. I triggered another memory, the death of a family. I could feel this gnawing in the back of my head, like an annoying urge for... Something. As I watched the scene play out through his eyes, I saw him smiling in a mirror, felt the soreness from the wide smile, then watched him lift a kitchen knife to his face and tear up through the edges, creating that Glasgow smile I see everyday. Then there's a pause, and he looks up in his reflection to see a woman, hands over her mouth in shock. That must be his mom. In the memory, he turns to her and says something, I can't hear it, then she starts crying, nodding at whatever he said, but by her body language I can tell she's scared and is buying herself time to get help. She leaves and he turns back to the mirror, satisfied with his smile and a little too pleased with the blood all over the  bathroom. He then leaves, probably going to find his mom. I was answered when he pushed a door open and his mom was frantically crying to his dad, trying to get him the help he needs. I felt sadness and betrayal takeover his body, then that urge started to get stronger, throbbing so much I could hear it. Then he got angry. Like, blood-boiling, no mercy, 'I'm gonna kill you' type angry. And then he lunged. I watched amazed, yet terrified, as he massacred his parents with no sympathy whatsoever. When he was done, he wiped a bit of blood from his face and closed their eyes, whispering something to them. He left their room and eased down the hall, running his bloodied hand along the wall. It looked like he was laughing while he searched, then stopped in front of a different room. When he pushed the door open, it was the same boy from earlier, his brother, shaking in his bed with his knees tucked into his chest. He started shaking his head, possibly begging for his life, and I felt sadness again. I watched Jeff go over to the bed and pull the boy into his arms, and when he fought against him, the urge started gnawing at the back of my head again. Jeff was mad again, slashed his brother to death, but not nearly as badly as he did his parents. When the urge finally settled, he looked over his mess and began to sob. Like, real body-quaking sobs that rocked his whole body as he cradled the boys body. Reading his lips, it looked like he was saying "I'm sorry" over and over again. Then his head jerked toward the window and he gently laid the boy's corpse on the bed, closing his eyes like he'd done his parents, and whispered what I read as "Go to sleep" before making his escape though the window. I could feel a sharp pain in my stomach, but ignored it to continue. I saw countless murders, lonely nights, and felt insanity, remorse, and hatred toward the world. Skimming through his memories, I found what I was looking for: When he first met the Slenderman. They fought like immortal enemies, then they were old pals. There's a dark patch in between, which means he'd shut those memories out, but Monica was right. They were more than mentor and mentee, or pals, or anything like that. But at the same time, it was more for Slenderman's twisted pleasure than it was for anything else, kind of like his own type of sick torture to get Jeff to obey him. I felt another sharp pain and snatched myself out of Jeff's subconscious, stumbling back into the counter behind me. I clutched my stomach and groaned in pain as Jeff gasped like he'd just survived drowning.