Jeff and the Succubus [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 8 - A Succubus In Deep...Stuff

Jeff's P.O.V

A slight chill and slow clapping woke me up to meet a hangover. Lifting my face from within my pillows, I looked down to see that I was completely naked with Candie's arm wrapped loosely around my arm.

"Morning, mister 'I-Wont-Sleep-With-A-Demon.'" BEN sat at the foot of my bed in my computer chair. Did he just say...what I think he said? I sprung up into a seated position, wiping the sleep from my eyes quickly, which were now irritated and dry. Candie stirred slightly, looking for my missing body.

"How long have you been sitting there?" I hissed, smacking her limp arm from my thigh. Burning a hole through her skull with my eyes, I got up to find some boxers, not even caring that BEN was in the room.

"Mmm. Long enough." He hummed, smirking, his eyes drifting down as I stood.

"Eyes are up here, buddy." I laughed humorlessly, shaking my head. He gave me a suggestive smirk as I slipped into a pair of old jeans that I found on the floor. As I dug through my pile of random clothes, in search of a tee, I thought about last night. I was certain, hell, I know I didn't do anything with Candie. I went straight to sleep as soon as I felt her get in the bed. So what had happened last night? Wait. BEN.

"BEN. What happened last night?" I spun around to find him fishing around his hat.

"It's all right here," He chuckled, pulling out an expensive looking camcorder.

"Really?" I tilted my head to the side, taking it from his hand and rotating it in mine, looking it over.

"Yup." He popped the 'P' with a cocky smile.

"Good." I harshly smashed it into the ground, took the memory card from the shattered remains, and shoved it deep in my pocket. "May you please excuse me?" I feigned innocence.

"Not cool, bro." He grumbled, eyeing the broken camcorder, and turned to leap through the portal he formed in my computer screen. Eh. He'll be fine, just let him get some weed in his system. Now. To the problem at hand. Slowly, I turned to my bed to see Candie sprawled out along my sheets in all her naked, bare glory. With a dark chuckle, I grabbed my knife from the computer table, crawled on top of Candie, straddling her waist and pressing my knees in her hands, and gently pressed the blade to her throat.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." I cooed silently into her ear. She moaned, stifling a yawn, and started to panic. I held her down by her hair, sinking her head into the pillow.

"Jeff!" She gasped in shock. "What the fuck are you doing!"

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I hissed, actually pretty calm-like.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She yelled.

"Last night." I pressed the knife into her throat as a warning. I do not like to be toyed with. Jeff the Killer is not a fucking toy.

"Last night? What are yo- Ohhh." Realization spread across her face, along with a slow smile as she giggled coyly. "Last night. I believe the question is: What did you do to me." She smiled.

"What?" I snarled.

"Jeffery, Jeffery, Jeffery." She shook her head, well, as best she could with a knife to her throat, and used her tail like a hand, pushing me back against my chest. "Who knew you  could be such an animal in bed?" She cooed.

"You did something to me, didn't you?" I concluded.

"Not at all, my dear." She lied. I pressed the blade into her throat again, this time almost breaking skin. With a short gag she added, "Well. Not entirely."