The love of a succubus

a late night visit.

this is gonna be short, I'm not in a large mood to write at the moment.

A week had passed since Nicole and Mark went on their first date and by this time they've gone on a second one with a third set up for three days afterward. 

It was a warm night with gentle winds brushing the land to add some sort of air conditioning to the overheating flora and fauna. Nicole sat in her house, laying in her room on the floor, not wanting to lay on her blanket and overheat any more than she already was, naked with a small hand fan clutched in her sweaty grip, the small blades whirring tiredly to try and get her some sort of cool air, but all it was doing was pushing more hot air towards her face. The fan on the ceiling spun lazily above her, failing to circulate any air to calm the raging heat of the room. 

Since Nicole was laying in the middle of her room, staring up at her lightbulb, she didn't have the main light on, allowing the room to only be illuminated by the lamp she had sitting on her desk. With a sigh, she sat up, pulling on a thin robe that only went down to the middle of her thighs and headed for the bathroom where she splashed some cold water on herself and ran herself a cold bath. She sat on the toilet seat in her small personal bathroom, listening to her parents begin to quarrel downstairs, their voices growing slowly in volume until they were fully screaming at one another loud enough for her to hear. 
               "You cannot keep insulting your own daughter! Do you not know what the hell that can do to her mentally?!"
               "What the hell would you know?! All you do is spoil that fat bitch and let her walk all over you! You treat her like a princess when all she needs is a good kick in the ass so she can lose that fucking weight and get her shit together!" 
                "Yeah, and calling a fat pig and a whore is TOTALLY going to help her."

Nicole sighed and did her best to ignore them, tugging off the thin material of her robe and slipping into the cool, cold water of her bath with a sigh. She sat there for a long moment, her long black hair pulled up into a tight bun so it wouldn't get wet, her knees jutting up out of the water while the rest of her chubby body sat below the surface with her eyes and nose being kept above the water as well. Nicole tried not to think while she sat there in the water, and when she did she tried to focus on simple things, like the rippling of the water, what the cold liquid looked like a split second after she poked her finger out of the water, but these tactics couldn't keep the nagging thoughts of negativity away forever. You really are fat, she heard the tiny voice in her head begin to whisper in her ear, You sleep around so much to feel beautiful, but you really just look like a blob of sewer sludge, why do you even try? The voice hissed, seeming to take joy in the tears that Nicole blinked away, the throbbing pain in her heart, and the aching knot that sat like a boulder in her large stomach.

With a shaky breath, she sank down lower until the bottom side of her nose felt the cold water lapping against it. Nicole's parents were still arguing downstairs, they had quieted a bit, but not much, she could still make out some of their words. Suddenly, there was a loud crash downstairs and her father screaming at her mother without his wife responding. Nicole's heart froze, her breath was caught in her throat, she got up and locked the bathroom door, straining to hear any noise from her mother downstairs. Eventually, she heard her mother say something a short distance away from her door and she felt her heart begin to beat again. 

With a sigh of relief, Nicole stepped out of her bathroom, back in her robe before changing into her pajama's, a baggy shirt with nothing but her bra and underwear, and crawled into bed, flicking off her lamp before cuddling down into her covers comfortably, quickly falling asleep.

Groggily, Nicole opened her eyes a crack to look at the wall that she was facing. Something had woken her up. With a yawn, she sat up and looked around for any sign or source of what might've dragged her out of her dreams. Her room was dark, the light of the moon dripping in to carve a small sliver of light on the opposite wall of her room.