Succubus' Fun(Completed)

Chapter Thirty One (Oh hell...)

The usual thing to wake up to in the morning is the alarm clock screeching me out of my bed, cars passing by and the sound of the shower running as Fantasia or Emilia showered. To be pulled out of your routine, the first emotion you feel is confusion, then you remember and finally realisation sets in.  I didn't have that kind of wake up, I woke up to a sandpaper-like tongue licking my face wet and awake.  "Lord, help me. Horse, if I didn't love you I'd have killed you long ago."

She snorts in my face as if to say,'Go on I dare you.' Feeling generous this morning, not to mention hungry because I didn't eat much last night, I shove her face away from mine and stretch my sore muscles. Do you know the feeling when you've had an awful night of tossing and turning on a hard bed? Unsurprisingly sleeping on a bed of straw is like that only much more prickly and your bed hair is worse.

My stiff muscles groaned in agony and torment as I turned this way and that to get feeling in my body again.
"I suppose you're happy about this, seeing me in pain?" Serena looks at me with a bored expression, that she somehow makes despite being a horse with an adorable devil face, and goes back to eating her net of hay.  You'd think she'd be a little more sympathetic but she is use to this by now, more so than me. "Since you are busy 'enjoying' you're breakfast, I'm going to go inside and make my own 'kay?"

I leave the poor defenseless blanket in Serena's stall and walk past the other stalls. I greet a few of the horses I remember and close the stables doors behind me.

The sun is up and shining brightly in the sky, screaming a day of beauty and wonder ahead. Let's just hope you're right, Mr Sun.  Walking away from the doors I stroll to the sliding back doors.  Entering I feel the usual grogginess one would after just waking up. Let something be on my side today . "Good morning, Sarah . I assume the stables were comfortable?"  I assume I'm looking at her with a questioning face because she walks up to me and takes some hay out of my hair. Smiling sheepishly , I hug her in placement of a good morning. "Así, la Abuela, ¿qué hay para
desayunar?"
( So , Grandma, what's for breakfast?)
" Estamos haciendo whole wheat chocolate chip pancakes, con arándanos y nata montada, si lo desea."
( We're making whole wheat chocolates chip pancakes, with blueberries and whip cream if you'd like.)

Hearing but choosing to ignore the delicious idea of healthy breakfast, I focus more on the 'we're ' part.
" La abuela, who is this 'we' you speak of ?" While phrasing the question I took the liberty of making the air quotes along with it.  I love cooking, especially when it comed to making sweet treats, but I was too stiff and too tired to even imagine dancing  with ingredients this morning .

"I didn't tell you last night? Whoops, I guess the idea of having you over for a week must have taken up most of my train of thought.  I thought- well me and your grandfather actually - thought because you might get lonely , and being the lazy person you are,  we hired some extra hands. "

I felt slightly offened by the lazy part, in my defense I do a very intense exercise in both people's dreams and physically. It's very exhausting work. Plus I don't think of myself as lazy, I'm more on the level of domestically challenged.  Wait, back up,  they hired more people or another person?

"Grandma,if I may ask and not to sound spoiled, why?" I slumped down on the turning chairs. You know the ones that's like a cone for your bum, a very comfortable fit unless you're me or my sisters, and with only a thick pole and round bottom circular shape keeping you up? Whatever you're imagining is perfect I can tell. Anyway, I slumped onto one of those and leaned miserably across the counter, exhaustion and worry setting in at the idea of 'helping hands'.

"Sarah,I thought you'd enjoy the company plus you being what you are I assumed it was a good idea. "

Surprised that my grandmother knows what I am? You shouldn't  be. I can keep THE secret from any normal human but my family is an entirely different story, not to mention my grandma has this scary look in her eyes when she needs to know/interrogate for information. Did I forget to mention my dad is human, that makes me a half breed.  I did? Sorry, but now you know. 

"La abuela, I told you I'm in a serious and committed relationship..." With a human . Was what I couldn't bring myself to say . I would but she'd force me to break up with him for , and I quote this, 'his own good' . Still very much fuming but needing to ask a specific question, I bang my head against the counter, " So where , and whom, is this hired help?"

"Would you like to meet him?" Without waiting for my consent,  Grandmother yelled for someone to come down. So I guess he or she is a live in 'helping hand' . Lupa, give me strength - no rather give me patience because if I had strength I will kill him , or her,  for just signing up to be my 'helping hand '.

"Well, it appears we meet again, Princess ." Mustering what strength I have left, I look up and come face - to -face with the guy from the plane , Alec Dark. Under my breath I mutter to myself , in a very sarcastic tone might I add, "Oh fuck me."

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Jerry's POV
It's around midday here where we are and to distract myself from Sarah's noticeable absence I've been keeping busy, mostly just working in my mom's garden and going to my part time job. Unfortunately it seems that only... a day has passed since she left.  To think this is going on for another  five days. I lay numbly down on my bed and drift through my memories.  I want nothing more than to have my succulent red head here.

I'm pulled out of my mind when I hear a knock on the door , not to mention a very loud I'd - like -to - get- in kind of knock.  I take the stairs two at a time till I reach the already open door, standing in the doorway is Toryn, Hyde, Joanna and Edward. Well it would be most obvious Joanna was the one knocking . Upon seeing me, Joanna snaps into attention. 

"Alright, Mopey, this holiday is too long for you to spend it inside. We've been invited to Tara's place for the remainder of the day, I told her Sarah isn't here but she still insisted . So get dressed and pack in some swimming gear, this is need toknow basis but... they live near a lake . So swimsuit up! " With her rant over Joanna started raiding the cupboards for edibles.  Not wanting to but needing to further distract myself, I walk-run up the stairs and absentmindedly grab what Joanna insisted - more ordered - that I bring along. 

Later I would find out that this 'generous ' invite was a trap,  set up expertly for me .

A/N so I've been gone a long while and this chapter was written because I hate being a bitch and I saw my book shot up to 1.31K views.  Guys , WOW! THANK YOU SO MUCHO MUCH.

1. Does Serena seem like a horse with character?

2.  Will Sarah ever tell her grandmother of her forbidden relationship?

3. Did anyone see the return of Alec  before hand?

4. What is this trap?

That's all till my next update.  Also I need suggestions for a Sarah and, Jerry shipname. Winner gets a chapter dedication and can give some ideas for next chapter, though I have an idea mine will revolve around yours.

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