The love of a succubus

love at first noise

Nicole sat against the cold, silver wall of the bus with her headphones hanging around her neck while she stared at the passing blurs of houses and trees. Beside her sat a thin boy that had a mop of black, sloppy hair glued onto his head, his dark eyes were watching Nicole's chest bounce with each and every tiny bounce that the bus hit like a hawk would watch his prey. The ebony haired beauty paid no mind to where his eyes wondered, she saw it as nothing more than a compliment that he enjoyed the sight. 

She smiled to herself and brushed a lock of dark hair out of her fair face as the bus pulled up to the tall building that was made of weather-beaten, rust-colored brick with thin plates of glass that looked out sadly to the large field of asphalt that was dotted with multi-colored cars in the gray, early morning light. With a tired sigh, Nicole stood up and stretched, grunting and yawning as every other tired child trudged off of the bus with their phones in their hands, headphones in their ears as they marched quietly to the door, the soft whispers of a pair of kids being the only thing to disturb their silent prison walk. The succubus scratched her head, careful to not touch the sensitive bumps on her head that were pushing against her skin with the dull throb of an old toothache as she pushed her way through the glass doors into the slightly warmer school building. Once she was free of the oppressive clutter of students, Nicole sat down at one of the circular gray tables that were closer to the doors as the rest of the people walked by, some not seeing her, others made catcalls that she pretended not to hear as they walked by, their eyes feeding their deviant minds.

A few minutes passed with Nicole flicking through her social media and other phone games to widdle the time away until the first period began, but her calm peace was interrupted when someone whined behind her and grabbed her shirt. She turned around, expecting to see one of the immortal students toddlers, or maybe a dark angel who had wandered away from his class, but instead she saw a tall boy who she would've deemed a dark angel, but he spoke, and she doubted that he was one of the special ed Dark angels,
            "Christien? Is that you?" The stranger asked, his eyes staring forward blankly, but they looked like his pupil had dilated and taken over his whole eye, instead of the usual white sclera with the iris and colored part of the eye. The succubus sighed and stood up, 
             "Sorry buddy, I'm not your friend," she said, grabbing his hand and firmly prying it away from her baggy hoodie and patting it, watching as the boy's cheeks bloomed in a pinkish color at the sound of her voice, 
              "Um...uh, do you k-know my brother? Christien?" The boy asked, his dark feathered wins twitching slightly, and Nicole got the feeling that he had twitched due to him having to hold his wings back from reaching out to be pet as he spoke. The succubus grinned and scratched at the skin around her horns again, 

                 "No, sorry," She said, feeling a pang of sorrow when she watched the boys face fall and his wings begin to droop in disappointment. She reached out and put a gentle hand on his arm to try and give him a shred of comfort, "you can sit with me if you would like to wait here for your brother," She offered softly, smiling as the boy when his wings lifted once again to be better aligned with his spine. 

              "My name's Mark, what's yours?" He asked sweetly as he reached toward the table and slowly sat down with a wide smile that shown with the light of a gleeful child. Nicole shared her name and sat down with him, watching as the blind boy felt around the table, 

               "What are you looking for?" Nicole said in a cute, innocent voice that made his cheeks light up once more with a dark pink color,
               "I'm not l-looking for something, I just, um...didn't want to bump any of your things that might be on the table..." He said, stuttering a bit as if he was a twelve-year-old who was talking to her instead of someone who looked around sixteen.