Succubus

Ch 1. A New Neighbor

The wind blew the leaves from the maple tree, birds chirped as the sun rose from the horizon. Victor climbs out of his bed, staring gloomily from his open window. He sighs, shoulders hunched with despair, Victor misses his wife that passed away six months ago. Her death still haunts him in his sleep, night after night. Her soft vioce calling out to him in help from the tragedy that was unable to stop from continuing. Victor shakes his head, blocking the flashbacks that appear in his vision. "Another day." He mutters to himself.

He dressed in his checkered flannel, loose jeans, and worn out converses. Victor went in the kitchen to make himself some coffee, his eyes have bags under them from lack of sleep. Many times he tries to sleep peacefully but the death of his wife roam his dreams. Never giving the poor guy a break, always feeling guilt eventhough it's not his fault in the first place. Victor pours himself coffee in his blue mug, drinking the beverage quickly. He sighs, glancing at the clock. Before his wife died, a sweet woman, Victor was an amazing gentleman, now he's just a prick. A prick who won't move on from his past and hating on life everyday. He hears a truck moving in reverse from outside, Victor checks out the situation from his kitchen window. A moving truck, parks near a modern home three houses down. A few men retrieve from the truck with boxes in their arms. They slowly made their way inside the house, then leaving twenty minutes later. "We have a new neighbor?" He asked in disbelief. Why would someone want to live here in this old trashed place. He thought. Victor turned around, finishing his coffee before walking out the house to get the morning newspaper. "Good morning Victor!" An old weary voice called out. "Good morning Mrs. Johnson." She smiled, her house across from Victor's the old woman brings him batches of cookies on celebrations. He appreciates her presence, though she's the only being that is nice to Victor. Everyone else ignores him, uninterested in his lonely pathetic life.

Savannah places the boxes around her home, she likes the new 'victim' that was chosen for her. She's interested in how it will happen. Where will the events end and in which way. She is in disguise as an attractive young mortal. With her long midnight black hair, high cheekbones, red plum lips, curvy figure, blue eyes, and charm the men will come rushing for her. But, she doesn't care for the other men, as much she would love to tease and play with their emotions; her priority is the victim she is assigned to lure for eternity or death. Savannah flips her hair, walking out to the front yard. She spots a lone man who is picking up something from the ground. "I can feel it in my bones that he is the one." She smirks, imagining all the things she can do to him. Savannah jogs her way to his dwelling home, aware of her boobs jumping with each step. "Hello? Sir, I am currently new to this neighborhood. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Savannah." She stuck her hand out in greeting to this man. "Nice to meet you. The name's Victor. Welcome to the neighborhood." He shook her hand, leaving a tinging feeling behind. A chill went down her spine and she liked it. No man has ever swoon me before. Love at first sight is rare. "May I come inside?" She asks, batting her lashes. "Why would you do that?"

"I want to get to know you, Victor." She crosses her arms, trying to keep her smile as friendly as possible. "Maybe later. How about we meet at Coffee Bean around 2:30?" He seems rather annoyed at her presence, but she dismisses it completely. "No problem, I will find this Coffee Bean and meet you there." She smiles, walking back to her home.