Alexandria's Genesis (gxg)

Drama and Bagels

Rylee's P.O.V

    17 years. That's how long I have been inhabiting this human body. It's also the length of time there has been peace on the surface of this old, beaten down planet. I guess you could call me a peacekeeper. Ha. While I am the reason that the Creator has been inactive in, you know, capturing the souls of the innocent who roam the earth, I am also soon going to be the reason that the apocalypse begins. Guess there won't be any nobel peace prize for me. Boo.

    A gentle knock pulled me from my train of thoughts, eliciting a groan from me as I finally opened my eyes. I had been laying in bed contemplating life ever since my alarm went off ten minutes ago. I had been too tired to even open my eyes, let alone leave the comfort of my toasty bed. I would need to feed on someone soon or else I wouldn't make it through the day.

    "What," I grumbled out, my voice sounding weird and croaky from exhaustion.

    "Honey, are you sick? Can I come in?" I shoved my face into my pillow and groaned. It was too early to deal with fake-mom. She was way too overbearing and caring for her own good. So was fake-dad, but how could I blame them? They truly believed I was their child. Sure, the Creator placed me in her womb as a miracle baby after several failed pregnancies, but that didn't mean I was actually hers. The Creator pulled a couple of strings so she could bear an egg, and bam, I was transferred into the poor, unsuspecting child. I wonder who will take over the body once I abandon it. Probably someone with boring eyes.

    "I'm okay mom. Just a late start, I'm going to shower and I'll be down in a second."

    "Okay, I love you!" gross.

"Love you too, mom."

Being a soul-sucking succubus is hard, especially a gay, teenage succubus. I don't feed for a couple of days and bam! I look like I've done nothing but smoke crack and snort pot.

Or is it the other way around?

I silently contemplate the world of drugs that my useless human counterparts often find themselves drawn to. What's the point of blurring your own reality instead of facing it? Of dealing with your own shit? Sure, kids were experimental and whatnot, but every once in a while the wrong kid falls into the temptation and is sucked into a hopeless addiction.

Hey, that's kinda what I do to humans! Except I'm easy on the eyes and you don't have to hide me from mom and dad--unless they're homophobic.

I snicker to myself as I step into the shower, recalling the numerous times I ruined a good girl's reputation by making her scream while her parents were home. Being the supernatural creature I am, I could easily hear the parents enter through the door, drop their keys on the counter and mindlessly move through their home until the heavy moaning of their unsuspecting child finally reached their ears. The best part was the couple of seconds of confusion, before the terrified gasp and the quick steps leading to the door. I never really stuck around for the yelling, just long enough for the disheveled parent to witness me rocking their daughter's world. Sue me, I love drama.

I hum a Broadway tune mindlessly as I exit the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I frown as I catch a glimpse of the dark circles under my eyes, deciding to actually do my makeup this morning lest I look like I was up all night partying. My phone chimes several times with an annoying tune that an even more annoying person set as I continue through my morning routine. I don't even bother to glance at my phone until I'm in my car, and even then I'm more preoccupied with chewing the bagel fake-mom stuffed in my mouth before I walked out the door. I skim the messages, (there's like freaking twenty of them), confirming they were sappy love notes, and clear them all with one swipe. I'm almost positive one of them asked me to pick her up, but I was in no mood to deal with her clingy ass this morning. I put my car in drive and I pull out of my driveway, driving with my knees once I get on the main road so I could enjoy my bagel and scroll through Instagram. Who needs their eyes on the road when your other senses are bomb as fuck?