Monster Under My Bed

Chapter 3

"An incubus," he finished. "It took you long enough to figure it out."

A cold shiver ran up my spine. This is bad, I thought. This is really really bad!

I've never heard of anyone having to encounter an incubus. The Elders assumed that all of them had been wiped out by humans a long time ago. Nobody had seen an incubus in decades!

"Just because you humans haven't seen my people in a long time doesn't mean we've gone extinct. Foolish girl," he said, grinning from ear to ear. His fangs were poking out of his lips as he grinned.

I could feel my face heat up, partially from embarrassment, but mostly out of anger. I was angry because I had let my guard down and now I was pinned down and unable to escape.

I know what incubi do, I thought. I know what their "food" consists of. I mean, most people do refer to them as-

"Sex demons," he, again, finished. "Correct. Although, we prefer incubus or succubus. Sex demon makes us sound a lot scarier than we actually are."

My anger boiled over at this point. "Would you stop reading my mind? It's bad enough that you are in my room and you are on top of me. I don't need you invading my thoughts!" I shouted.

He stared at me, surprised. His gaze softened. "You're right," he said. "It's wrong for me to look into your thoughts. They're private. I'm sorry."

He... is apologizing? And he didn't seem to be joking about it either. He actually sounded sincere.

He must have noticed my confusion. He chuckled. "I may be a monster," he agreed. "But even I have a heart."

The confusion went away and my anger returned. "If you have a heart, get off me," I demanded.

His eyes lit up with excitement. He leaned in close, so his breath was tickling my ear. "I can't do that," he whispered. "I've been practically starving myself waiting for you. And now that I've captured my prey, I don't intend to let you go."

Fear started to creep in. "I'm not a slab of meat for your enjoyment," I retorted, but it came out shaky.

He licked his lips. "You're scared," he stated. "That will make this all the more fun."

I started to panic. "Get off of me! Help! Someone help me!" I shrieked, trying to get out of his grip.

"No one can hear you," he whispered. "It's just you and me. But you can keep screaming. That makes you all the more desirable."

I refused to give in to his wants. I continued to squirm, trying to find some leverage so that I could get him off me. I tried to kick my legs, but he held them down with his own. His bare chest was directly on top of mine. I could feel his body heat through my clothes.

"Now, now," he scolded. "I can't have you moving around too much. Don't want you getting away from me."

As he finished, I soon started to lose strength. Damn it, I thought. Incubi are known for stealing energy from their victims so they would have an easier time using them.

"Relax," he cooed, placing his hand on my cheek.

I tried to move my head from his hand, but it was no use. He zapped all of my strength. Surprisingly enough, I kind of liked it. I had been stressing out about today for weeks and I hadn't realized how tired I was.

"That's it. Just relax and enjoy," he whispered.

His face slowly started to descend, his eyes staring intently at my lips.

In my mind, I was still trying to fight, but my body wouldn't listen to me. I could feel the tears gather in my eyes. I don't want this, I pleaded.

I shut my eyes and waited for him to press his lips against mine.

A single tear slide down my cheek. Mom, I thought. Help me.