Jeff and the Succubus [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 1 - Candie, The Succubus

I watched as my next victim walked down the street, possibly going home as it was late. He had to have been about 18, maybe younger. Of course I didn't mind though, they're all the same to me. Quietly, I unfolded my wings and leapt from the tree, silently soaring to the park bench a few feet away. The street lights dimly lit the area, making it easy to land without him seeing. Quickly, I folded in my wings and tucked away my long, skinny tail. Then I unbuttoned the top three buttons on my shirt, my large breasts popping out the top. As he walked past, I quickly grasped his hand, pulling him to an abrupt stop in front of me.

"Excuse me, but do you have some spare change? For the bus, I mean." I asked him, looking at him from under my lashes and biting my lip.

"Oh, um, s-sorry. No, I-I don't," He sputtered. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my breast and back to my eyes and I knew I had him trapped. He was too young to control his hormones properly and looked like the type that didn't talk much to girls, and by the lust in his eyes I knew he hadn't had "some" in a while, since his first time at least. He was gonna be like putty in my hands.

"Do you have a cellphone, maybe? I can call a friend," I asked, tilting my head.

"Uh, no its dead. But I live around the corner, you can use the house phone," he scratched the back of his head and helped me to my feet. I looked him in his eyes and smiled as he fell under my love spell. The magic fogs the victims mind with lust and sexual desires, making it easier to seduce them and use them at my will.

"Thank you. That'd be great," I smiled. Oh yeah, he was all mine now. He nodded and led me in the direction of his house, eyes glazed over with lust and desire.

We had walked about a block from the park bench and the street lights were blocked by trees, giving me the perfect cover to kill this boy without anyone seeing a thing. Smiling devilishly, I pushed the boy up against a tree. He gasped in shock and almost regained consciousness, before I pressed myself against him and forced him to look in my eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I tutted. "just look into my eyes. Forget everything else," I cooed, leaning in close. If I kissed him, it would've sealed the deal. He would be mine. But, before I could make the connection, he flipped us around, where he pressed against me, and held my hands above my head. With him taking control like this, he was making this easier on me. I smiled as he leaned in to kiss me, and just as his lips touched mine, a knife pierced through is chest, splattering me with blood. I yelped in shock and pushed him away, sending him back on the attacker, who threw him to the ground. The boy coughed up blood as the life faded from his eyes and he took his last dying breath.

I stared wide-eyed in shock at the dead body as my mind took in what just happened. I'd never had a kill stolen from me before, so I didn't know how to react. I'm sure I was supposed to be mad, but I only felt shock.

"You aren't gonna run?" I looked at the killer. He was a young, teenage looking boy, with long, black, messy hair. He wore a white hoodie, covered in splatters of blood, some wet and fresh some dried up and old. But the most interesting part about him was his face and skin. His skin was bleached white and he had a smile that was cut up to his ears at the edges, giving him a permanent smile. I had read online that this was known as a Glasgow smile, a form of torture that was popular with English street gangs, also known as the Chelsea or Cheshire grin. He also appeared to not have eyelids, since I haven't seen him blink yet.

"Helloooo? Anyone there? Jeez, most prostitutes would've given me a pretty good chase by now," he scoffed impatiently. I frowned at the 'prostitute' remark.

"What? I'm not a prostitute!" I shouted, defending myself.

"Oh really?" He asked sarcastically, gesturing at my outfit with his knife, still dripping with blood. I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a tight-fitting, pink, collared tee with all of my cleavage out, a mini skirt, and stilettos.

"This is how I always dress," I mumbled, pouting.

"Wow. Okay, anyway, I've wasted enough time here. It's time for you to go to sleep," he said advancing at me. Instinctively, I jumped up just as he lunged, using the tree as leverage, and flew out of danger, hovering a few feet away.

"What the hell?" I heard him mutter to himself as he spun around and stared, dumbfound.

"Are you crazy!?" I shrieked. "You could have killed me!"

"Well, yeah, that is sorta the point," he grumbled.

"Well, screw that, I'm outta here," I laughed humorlessly and turned to fly away.

"Oh no you don't!" Next thing I knew, I was being tackled to the ground and pinned by my arms as this killer guy straddled me.

"What are you!" He shouted.

"The hell do you mean 'what are you'!" I yelled back, mimicking him. "And get off me!"

"I've killed quite a few humans and I'm pretty sure they don't have- what are these, bat wings?" He asked, glancing at my wings.

"Yeah, so what? I'm not human, big whoop!" I shouted, struggling against his grip.

"What ARE you!?" He yelled again. I don't know why, but this just bothered him, the fact that he didn't know what I am. What did it matter? Either way I wasn't gonna let this nut job have my kill AND my identity. That's not gonna fly.

"None of your freakin' business!" I yelled and bucked, catching him off guard and throwing him to the side. Quickly, I sprung up and shot into the air like a bullet, putting as much distance between him and me as possible. But even as I flew away, I had a feeling deep in my gut that I was gonna see that damned Glasgow smile again.