Jeff and the Succubus [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 3 - The Succubus Meets The Killer

Chapter 3

Candie's P. O. V

I woke up covered in sweat, tied down to a table. My wings were delicately strapped to the table and my tail was rolled up and also tied down. Someone had put gloves on me and gagged me, too.  

'Where am I?' I thought.  

'An abandoned house nearby the forest, ' I jumped when I heard the deep, monotone voice in my head.  

'G-god is that you? I am so sorry for all of my si-'  

'I am not God, Succubus,' The voice sighed.  

'Oh. Well then conscience, me and you need to talk. Did you really think that fat guy at the truck stop was worth it? I mean, I know we hadn't fed in a while, but goddamn he was fat! Not to mention his small di-' 

'Stop! Have you no shame, woman!' He yelled, making me flinch. Then a thick mist covered the floor and then I felt a presence behind me. I looked and there was a seriously tall man standing over me. He was like, literally hunched over, as if in a playhouse. He wore a black suit with a red tie. But, instead of having a self-made makeover or even some hair, he didn't have a face. Like, just a bald, paper white guy,with no face. Not even a nose or mouth. I just stared confusingly at him. I mean, how did he eat or breathe? 

"What's her deal?" I jumped in shock, the straps holding me down just slamming me back into the table. I'd finally noticed the pain my body was going through and yelled out unintentionally. The teenager from the forest shook his head and removed the gag from my mouth.

"When did you get here?" I moaned in pain, eyes closed. Inhaling deeply, the air filled with his sweet yet metallic scent; he was just getting back from a kill. The scent alone was enough to drive my senses crazy.

"A few seconds ago. Why?" The killer guy asked. "And aren't you gonna thank me for giving you freedom of speech?"  

"Yeah, thanks, whatever. Give me your jacket." I demanded. The scent of the blood was overbearing now, especially since I hadn't fed, him being the cause of that. 

"I did not want you to take that off her anyway, Jeffrey." The tall guy sighed then disappeared mumbling about no one listening to him anyway. 

"Wha- Why!? I'm not giving you my jacket!" He exclaimed. The whole time we were talking, I was wiggling my tail out of it's binds, quietly picking the locks on the chains holding me down with its tip. Even though he didn't have eyes, I could feel the tall one watching me from some unseen place. 'I wonder why he isn't stopping me?'

A tentacle snuck up behind 'Jeffrey', slithered under his hoodie, and slipped it off, leaving a trail of slime on the back of Jeffrey's black shirt that made him shudder, and then dropped the hoodie on the floor. 

"What the hell, Slendy!" Jeffrey yelled at a corner. While he snatched off the slimy shirt, I pounced on the jacket and began lapping at the bloodstains like a thirsty pup.  

"Oh, come on!" He yelled. "Stop disrespecting me!" I just sighed in pleasure as response and dropped his now clean jacket on the floor as I stood and stretched, the pain subsiding, the little bit being enough to act as a pain killer. Jeffrey drew his knife and backed up.  

"You, Jeffrey, afraid of a fight with a mere girl? I never thought I would have seen the day," Slendy appeared behind him, a lot shorter, but still taller than any human, and more comfortable in the house, obviously faking shock. 

"Shut up. She has an advantage over me and you know it," He grumbled. Just to prove his point, I slapped his hand up when he was off guard with my tail, sending his knife into the air, and caught it perfectly in my hand, using his own weapon against him.  

"Yeah, I think he has a point, sir," I chuckled and looked at Slendy.  

Jeffrey started growling furiously and grabbed his hair, looking as though he'd snatched it out.  

"Whoa, calm down, Jeffrey. It was just a joke," I threw him back the knife, which he caught, then put my hands up in surrender.  

"Oh, I'm calm. I'm as calm as a bubbling stream," He started giggling.  

"This should be interesting," Slendy said then disappeared.  

"What? What's going on? Jeffrey?"  

"Don't call me Jeffrey. Never call me Jeffrey. The names Jeff. Jeff... The Killer." He looked up slowly at me then burst into a fit of mad laughter, the look of a deranged killer in his eyes, and lunged at me, tackling me to the floor. He slashed wildly at me, striking me across the cheek. I hissed in pain as blood trickled down my face then kicked him off, detracting my long, sharp claws. They and my tail were both deadly weapons. Claws sharp enough to slice through trees in a single swipe and a tail that can pierce through almost anything. I flicked out my tongue, long, forked, and reptile-like, rather than my usual human tongue, and licked the blood from my face.  

"I don't know what just happened, but if you want a fight, you got it," I growled then folded in my wings. I'd move faster without them being out. The look in his eyes told me he wasn't gonna back down. This was about to get messy.