Succubus

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"Guys I had the strangest dream last night. I was back at that church and I was in a circle surrounded by lit candles–"

Damon yawned, "oh my God, Dexter. Can you quit your yapping? It's way too early."

"He's right. I didn't get much sleep last night, so please, quit your yapping." Zeno said.

The two boys looked at each other then back at their friend, who looked like he would faint at any second.

"Dude, are you okay?" Dexter asked.

Zeno snapped his eyes towards the worried boy, his breathing coming out in pants. "Yes, I am. Why wouldn't I be?" He asked.

"Well, you kinda look like the grim reaper had some fun with you last night." Damon said, chuckling.

"You sure you're okay?" Dexter asked. Zeno sneered irritatedly, "I said I'm fine. Can you put a sock in it?" He spoke aggravatingly.

Damon was shocked. Of course they picked on Dexter for fun, but they had never seen Zeno act so rude. It was like Dexter's presence was irking him.

"Zeno, my man. He was just worried. No need to get so worked up." Damon said, resting a hand on his shoulder.

Dexter hadn't said anything, still in shock from Zeno's snappy attitude. "Whoa! Are you sure you're okay, Z? You're burning up." Damon said.

He pressed his hand on Zeno's shoulder, moving to his clothed chest before making his way to his exposed forehead. He screamed before withdrawing his hand. Zeno's body was like an oven being thrown into an erupting volcano. "Dude, what the actual fuck?!"

Zeno looked confused, "what do you mean I'm 'burning up' ? It's so bloody cold in here." He said, picking up a blanket from his bed and throwing it on his body.

Dexter and Damon looked at each other with the same worried expression. "Dude, I think we need to get you to the hospital." Dexter stated. "No, I'm fine. Maybe it's just the flu." Zeno said.

"Why guess when we can go to the hospital and find out for sure?" Dexter provoked. Zeno groaned. "I said no!" He shouted.

"But you–" Dexter started but was cut off by Zeno. "Get the fuck out of my house, you annoying prick!" He shouted at the startled boy.

"Woah! Woah! Calm down, Z." Damon intercepted. "No! I want him out! Get out!" He screamed.

Damon looked at the tall man who stood with a hurt expression splattered on his face. "Dex, he didn't mean–" Damon was cut off by the hurt man walking out of the room. The sound of a door slamming indicated his departure.

"About damn time." Zeno said as he snuggled further into his blanket. Damon eyed his friend with disgust. "That was so not cool, dude. Dexter was really hurt." He scolded but Zeno scoffed, "like I give a fuck. He can suck my balls for all I care." Damon gasped.

"What the fuck, Zeno?! He never did anything wrong! Why the fuck are you acting like such a prick?" He fumed.

"If it bothers you that much, you can get the fuck out of my house too." Zeno stated, yawning and turning to the other side. Damon scoffed before grabbing his things and exiting the house.

"Stupid losers." Zeno mumbled before going to sleep.

****

Waking up in a cold sweat, Zeno shivered and panted.

His dreams were blissful but he couldn't seem to shake away the eerie presence he kept feeling. Ever since he went into that damn church, he hadn't been himself.

He couldn't remember what happened after they went into the pope's office but he knew something was wrong.

Getting up from his bed, he shakily walked to the bathroom.

Turning on the tap, he rinsed his face. After splashing a handful of water on his face three times, he looked at his reflection.

He took in his tired eyes and his messy hair. His eyes moved down to his neck where spots of red and purple decorated it. He gasped. Tired eyes stretched wide and alert.

"What the bloody hell?" He whispered to himself.

Zeno knew he had been in bed since he went into that church. He hadn't been with anyone, which intensified his shock.

Did he have a stalker that took advantage of him in his sleep?

Had he suddenly developed a sleepwalking habit?

He couldn't seem to explain.

With a shaky finger, he poked the spots. They stung slightly indicating that they were new. Studying his neck, he noticed the spots led down to his collarbone and disappeared under his sweaty shirt.

Without wasting time, he took off his shirt and nearly screamed. His torso was covered in hickeys. "What the actual fuck?!" He hollered.

He looked at his reflection, his lips were slightly swollen. He couldn't imagine biting them so hard they became so red and swollen.

He paced in front of the sink. 'Do I call the police?'

'What if my stalker hurts me?'

'What if they assaulted me in my sleep?!'

'What do I do?'

Sighing, he looked at his reflection one last time but was shocked to see a female's silhouette behind him. With wide eyes, he frantically turned around but saw nothing.

Confused, he turned back to the mirror and saw nothing. "I must be loosing it." He said out loud.

"I think I need something to drink." Running to the kitchen, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Downing it like it was the last cup of water on earth. With a satisfied sigh, he pushed himself to his room and closed his windows. 'Can't take anymore chances,' he thought.

Turning on his air conditioner, he shuffled under his blankets and went back to sleep with the thoughts of a possible stalker swimming in his head.