Jeff and the Succubus [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 6 - She's .... A Ghost? (Part 2)

Nikki's P.O.V

"Why do you fucking talk like that?" Jeffrey snarled at me. He has a very short temper. We could only conclude that it was a result of the madness.

"Please, explain?" We asked, genuinely confused now.

"THAT! You talk in third person, and all proper and shit, like that arrogant, tall, prick of an octopus!" As he spoke, a very tall entity appeared behind him, seemingly floating behind the boy like a shadow. This must be the "Slenderman" Catherine spoke of. "He's..uh..behind me. Isn't he...?" Jeffrey let out a defeated sigh and removed his blade from my throat, dropping his head to my shoulder, his arms falling limp to his sides. A tentacle wrapped around him, one for each limb and one around his waist, perfectly grabbing only him and not even the closest piece of fabric on our clothes. Such precision. He must do this often? The boy was hoisted in the air and brought face to, er, head, with the demon.

"Arrogant, tall, prick of an octopussss, eh," As he questioned the boy, the skin where his mouth should be began to tear apart, revealing yet another layer of skin, then deadly sharp fangs that dripped with an inky black substance. As he curved his lips into a devilish smile, the ooze began to leak and drip from his mouth. With a long forked tongue, he licked his inky drool, and Jeffrey visibly shuddered from the action. With a quick glimpse into his mind, we could see the quite obscene and naughty past these two shared that would bring on such a shudder, causing us to blush.

"Calm down, Jeffrey. You aren't getting off that easssily," The demon chuckled darkly at the boy, who turned his face away. "Maybe," He laughed. "Come. Candie awaitssss." He turned to us and beckoned us over, a dark mist surrounding us in this already eerie forest.

When the mist cleared, we were in front of an abandoned building, however, it was noticeable that it was only recently cleared. Figures. Catherine would never stay anywhere where grooming was difficult. As a stripper, she never did like the dirty men, and would one work with those who she could sense were 'clean and wholesome'. After she quit, she continued to keep herself well groomed and clean, more than that of the expectations of a woman. We felt someone's gaze on us, pulling us from our thoughts, and turned to find Jeffrey staring at us. We decided to leave his thoughts to him this time, still recovering from what we'd seen last time, and just tilted our head, giving him a small smile. He just scoffed and and tugged on the demon's tentacles, like he's been doing since we got here.

"Nicole," Slenderman called us.

"Please, call us Nikki." We gently scolded.

"Yesss, Nikki, I musst have a word with Jeffrey, here. He ssseemsss to have losst memory of hiss place. Asss my proxy." The demon watched Jeffrey the whole time, a evil smile on his face, seemingly finding enjoyment in Jeffrey's death threats and string of profanities. We fear what may become of the boy, the power of such a being is not to be reckoned with. Jeffrey only struggled harder, a blush on his face and a string of profanities coming from his mouth like a faucet.

"Very well. What should we tell Catherine?" I inquired.

"We sshouldn't be long, child. Asss long assss Jeffrey compliess with my...punissshment." He hesitated with the word, as if it didn't fit for what he had in mind. Jeffrey made, erm face-contact?, with the demon and blushed harder. "Hmm...jusst...wait." He hummed and vanished, a faint echo of Jeffrey's profanities in the air.

"Okay, Roxanne. It is clear." We felt the power surge through our body, and we could almost feel the glow of this cursed eye. It felt like a whole transformation, but in the space of a few seconds, Roxanne manifested before me, separating hers and my body. You see, Roxanne died in my arms, and her spirit has been linked to mine ever since. However, instead of just existing, she lives in me. She's the reason I go crazy, the reason I speak in third person, the reason some have lost their life.... When she was alive, she was my best friend, and nothing could make me tell her no. But now, she has changed, and his been a cursed burden on my shoulders.