Summary:
Viva is a succubus, sure, but that didn't make her a bad person - now she just had to convince a pissed of Hunter who didn't want to have sex with her that she wasn't evil. Oh, and try not to starve to death.
Notes:
I wrote this as a one shot while taking a slight break from my Teen Wolf story. Set in season 8 but no mention of plot lines.
This is my first ever non-crossover Supernatural story, and the only time I've used an Original Character POV in writing.
I know they aren't very popular stories with OC's in them, but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it!
Let me know!
-Robyn
Work Text:
The first thing Viva saw when she opened her eyes was a good looking guy, with the most interesting green and hazel eyes she'd ever seen. Although she wasn't happy about being summoned like a damn demon, she could work with this. She could work with him. He smiled at her, and yes... yes, she could work with this.
"Hi," She purred, body moving sensually as she stood up from the floor she'd fallen to when she'd been called. "I'm Chrystal, and I can make you..." She cast a little forward vision and saw... nothing. Wait... what? The man seemed to be taken aback by her expression and frowned as she Looked deeper, something she rarely needed to do. "What the hell, dude?" She burst out as she realised what the issue was. "You don't summon a succubus if you can't get it up!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" The man snapped, looking around the room as though he expected someone to jump out from behind one of the many bookshelves and shout 'Gotcha!'
"Your little problem." Viva said, gesturing in the direction of his crotch. "I can't help you with that, you'll need like, a demon – or Viagra at the very least. Please tell me you tried Viagra before you resorted to summoning things?"
"I don't have a fucking problem!" He snapped. "I brought you here to kill you."
Viva stared at him, and then looked around a little more, her supernatural eyes seeing more that those of the man before her. She saw through some walls, saw the bedrooms – saw the swords, the stakes, the sigils painted everywhere... and felt her own heart speed up with an emotion she hadn't felt in a long time. Fear.
"Paying attention now, huh?" The man taunted her, and Viva looked at her feet, saw the shapes drawn on the floor, trapping her in place.
"Please don't kill me." She said, looking up at him, letting her power build up into her eyes, beseeching him. It was a commonplace power, to promote feeling through a gaze. Normally she pushed need, want, lust, but she knew that wasn't going to work, so she tried with pity, weakness. She could tell that it hadn't worked when he laughed. It wasn't an unpleasant laugh, it was actually warm – or at least, it would be, if the man laughing wasn't planning on killing her. "My name is Viva Harris, I swear. I never killed anyone."
"You expect me to believe that?" He smirked. "I've met your kind before."
"I swear. I never killed anyone! You can call my clients!" She rushed, and she could see that at least got a reaction.
"Clients?"
"I'm an escort." Viva said, nodding, abandoning her powers for the only thing she could think of that would save her. The truth. "I work in New York mostly, I have a list – people you could call."
"What's a succubus doing working as an escort?" He said, frowning at her. "You suck your clients dry and what? Steal what they have?"
Viva forgot for a moment that he was probably more that capable of killing her where she stood. "Fuck you. You sound just like my sisters." Viva glared. "They're old school like you, hunter. Thinking like monsters rather than using their damn brains. Not understanding. Drought or a burst! So fat on sex they can't move or starving – nothing in between."
