Charlotte's Web

Chapter Three: If I Could Escape

"Room for one, please." I put on a façade as I talk to the unattractive man behind the counter. Sweat stains are evident through his faded tan shirt, his hair appears unwashed and filthy as it clumps harshly against his oily skin, and the hair growing thickly from his ears don't go unnoticed. He was very slovenly.

"That'll be sixty dollars, ma'am." He doesn't even look  me directly in the eye. He stares at my nose instead, down casting his eyes in a submissive manner. His slouched posture and lack of eye contact indicates high insecurity.

"What if I told you I didn't have sixty dollars?" I slowly flip my long, dark hair over my shoulder as I sensually bite my bottom lip. I even go the extra mile when I lean on the counter, eliminating majority of the space between us.  "Huh? What do you say...Donald?" I read the white, plastic, rectangular name tag pinned to his shirt.

"I-I can't let y-you stay for free. My boss will be angry with me. Sorry miss" He whispers his apologies and scoot his chair back from the counter, further away from me.

Okay, so the sweet and subtle flirting didn't work. Time for a different approach.

I climb over the counter and stand strongly in front of Donald. I know I intimidate him when he shrinks under my glare.

"You're not allowed to be back here. You should go before my boss gets back." He warns me again about his boss. It's cute that he thinks I would be afraid of his boss.

"Shut up." I tell him in a demanding tone. He opened his mouth in disapproval, but nothing came out once I touched him. Just one simple touch and he was under my command. My hand rested comfortably upon his broad shoulder as he shivered in pleasure from the small contact. As I feel the connection of his skin to mine, my body took over and grew hungry. It's like having a bowl of ice-cream and only licking it once and resisting eating the whole bowl.

This is reason I avoid this form of persuasion. I can't control myself and I lose me as my supernatural abilities win against my moral ethics and spiritual well-being.

Before I know it, I climb on top of Donald and I detach my mental self and watch from the side lines as my body grinds on top of Donald. I hear his denim jeans' unzip and I realize I'm the one taking them off. I hear a disgusting moan escape his mouth, but my body responds to the sound without my permission. Time passes in slow motion as I disappoint and degrade the human inside me when I have sex with Donald. Neither of us get the chance to be sexually satisfied because Donald dies within the first few seconds of penetration. I feel my skin crawl and  I watch in horror as my apparent veins turn ebony before returning to it's original color. Another piece of my human soul may have shattered tonight, but the soul of my succubus is fully satisfied. That's if the succubus in me even has a soul. I'm afraid the sins of it will bloody my hands as well, damning me to a eternity of hell.

"No." I return back to myself and I stare in horror at Donald's corpse. Donald. This would be much easier if I didn't know his name. I pull Donald's jeans over his exposed body and start to drag his slender body. My grip on his ankles is released when I hear the front door of the motel open. An middle-aged man with a beer belly walks in, sporting denim jeans and a plaid t-shirt. I slip in the closet behind the desk and peek out of the cracked door, watching the man in curiosity. I anticipate his reaction when he sees Donald's dead body. If this man breaks down in grief, I don't know if I'm strong enough to walk away from this. I'm usually gone before I witness the mourning of the deceased loved ones. I don't know if I can walk another day on earth knowing the heart break I cause this man.

"Well shit." The man mutters under his breath when his eyes fall on Donald. To my surprise, the man kicks the dead body and groans. "Are you dead, you little fucker?"

The man pulls out his phone and I assume he's calling the police. It's the only reasonable explanation. "Hello...No...listen....Bitch, listen for one god damn second!" I easily eavesdrop on his phone conversation and I highly doubt someone would talk to the police like that. "Our son is dead...Yes, Donald...I don't know, I guess I'll call the police or some shit....okay, bye."

Donald's boss is his father. It's obvious that they didn't have the healthiest of relationships, but what kind of father reacts this inappropriately to their child's death? You think it'll be easier on me to know Donald wasn't cared for and no one will miss him. It doesn't make it any easier. In fact, it makes everything worse. The guilt sears my flesh, showing no mercy to my mental state.

I take the opportunity to escape the motel when Donald's father goes into another room to call the police. I'm content with sleeping on the streets tonight. Once I'm outside, I sprint away from the building quickly as possible.

Donald won't be missed by anyone in this world. This is a sad realization because the same goes for me. I never get close enough for someone to have the chance to miss me. If I die right now, it would go unnoticed. If I weren't so selfish, I would take my life now. It's evident that my perpetual absence in this world would be beneficial to society.

My palm touches my wet cheek, confirming that I'm crying. The hot tears touch my skin, but torch my soul. I'm not good.

"Charlotte." I turn my head when I hear my name being called, but I continue to run when I get sight of a blonde.

Charles.

He can't  be around me. I can't be responsible for hurting him again. I don't want to see him turn out like Donald. I have no right to take the life of another human being, but I can't seem to stop. Maybe, I'm just meant to be evil. Maybe, I'm just fooling myself into believing I can be good to ease my mind. Maybe, I secretly enjoy thrusting pain upon others.

No matter the reason, I continue to pump my legs harder and faster. I continue to run away from Charles. I don't miss witnessing the hurt in his eyes as I blow him off. But this hurt doesn't compare to the suffrage I can bring on him if I'm apart of his life.

It's for the best.