•Incubus *IN EDITING*

IV

SALLYS POV:
Yep. I'm insane.

For the past few days, I've been feeling and seeing things. That's that are...inhuman. They scare me. I hear things, too. Hands, all over me. Heat waves. Waves of cold. I see demonic figures. What the hell is happening to me?
Salamanca.
Then there's that. I hear my name. I wish it was Raphael. I haven't seen him for 3 weeks. I'm on summer break.
I don't know why, but I felt like trying to talk to him. I felt that if I prayed, he would somehow hear me, and come for me.
Raphael.
"What Salamanca."
I looked and I saw him in the corner. "How did y-you-" my voice trailed off. "Get here? I teleported." He sounded sad, but pissed off. I got up and I hugged his tense body. He instantly melted into my arms. I felt him slowly wrap his arms around me. "What do you want?" He signed. "I'm sorry. I can't do this." With that, he was gone. I was left alone, in my room. I couldn't help but cry. I just sat on my bed, and wept. I called June. No answer.
Raphael.
No answer.
Raphael.
Again, I got nothing
Raphael please. Come back. I love you.
I flopped onto my bed, face down. I cried harder than I ever have before. I roller over, and it got louder. I twisted, and turned. My face was red and puffy, and I couldn't really breathe. I sat in the feeble position, and cried some more.
I then felt warm arms wrap around me. He put his head on my shoulder. "I love you too." He simply said. He turned his head to the side, and fell asleep.
I don't know what it is. I just love him. I barely know him, yet I'm in love with him. Fuck me.
"That can be arranged." I heard. I looked over, and he was away. A sly grin was on his face. I had my bra on, and panties. Nothing else. My hair looked like shit, too. He was still dressed in a formal suit type thing.
I turned around, and leaned against the dresser. "Oh yeah?" I said, smiling back at him. I walked over to the bed, and sat on his lap. "Show me what I've been missing." I gently whispered in his ear. I held his face in my hands, and threw myself onto him. "You're not ready." He said blankly, half pushing me off of him. He got up, and ran his hand through his hair.
I stood up, too, confused. "Ready for what?" I questioned. "I said not ready, Salamanca. You're not ready." He walked over to me, and stared at me. "Sorry. Not ready for what?" I emphasized the word 'not'. "Sex." He quickly said. "Is it because I'm a virgin? I want you. Just please." I thought I sounded dumb, but I was in love. "I'm an Incubus. You can't-" he stopped, realizing what he said. "Shit" He said under his breath.
I stood there, stunned. My mouth was almost on the floor. "Salamanca, I promise it's not-" he held out his hands and tried to comfort me. "I thought you loved me, but you just used me for you pleasure?" I felt tears coming on. "I love you. I don't use you for pleasure. You make me happy-" I paused. "And I was willing to give myself to you." I looked at him, my eyes flowing. Tears kept falling, and I felt them drop down my neck. He looked at me. He held out his hands again. "I've never fallen in love before. I don't know how it feels to love, or how to be loved. I love you, Salamanca, and I'm sorry I hurt you." He stopped and I could see wetness gathering in his eyes. "I'm in love with you, Salamanca." And he left. He just left. Like he always does.
Raphael.
Go to sleep Salamanca.

So that's what I did.
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