Belle Stone

Part 39

The clock on the wall was ticking loudly resonating inside Belle's mind. Panic was pulsating through her veins. She paced back and forth. The sound of footsteps mixing with the ticking clock. The was another hole in her memory. Nothing but empty space. A black void filling the gap. Stress was heavier than a bag of rocks. Belle's heart was racing rapidly. The beat of it echoed in her skull. Those vibrations were causing excruciating pain.

Once Belle stopped in her tracks. She placed up at the clock that lay heavily on the suffocating silence. An hour has passed already. Time moves quickly when you're not paying attention to it. Belle gasps loudly which causes her to bounce up a bit. Scurrying through the room, she finds the book she dropped before.
"Calm down, Belle. You don't know it was them. The police just got a call now. It could be anyone. Relax. You need to relax. You have to study."
A little bit of the burden was released. Her mind was still raging widely. School, cinema, girl and boy, the test... Everything was mixing together, fighting to overpower each other.

She shut her eyes. Her lung slowly inflated when she took a breath through her nose and deflated when she breathed out through her mouth. With every breath out her body and mind became calmer, clearer. Finally, she opens her eyes. Her pupils went from left to right absorbing the information in front of them.

Just like Belle was eager to study Mark was eager to find out more stuff about the pregnancy. About the dad. Saturday was only a day away but when you want to know something really bad it is just too much time. Mark's impatience was eating him out. He tried to fight the temptation. But, his whole body itched. It was the most uncomfortable itch he ever felt. His mind filled with curiosity that craved to be scratched.

Once Mark was alone he grabbed the office laptop. His most reliable tool for temporarily, getting rid of his itch was the internet. Everything could be found there. He is bound to find something.

"What was his name again? It was something weird. It sounded like Aaron but not really. Maron? No... Naron? Earon... close but no... Iaron... That sounds right."
Mark searched up the name. He didn't expect to find the guy's profile. He didn't actually know what he expected. It was just a start. Something to practice. Plenty of different websites popped up. He clicked on the one that was talking about the definition and the origin of the name.
"No known meaning. No defined origin. More common as a surname. Come to think of it. I didn't ask if that was a name or a surname. It says here that from 1880 to 2017 less than 5 people per year have been born with the first name Iaron. That is still a lot." 
Nothing useful. Nothing that helps. Mark backs away from the screen. He raises his head. Pieces of conversation unraveling in front of him.
"Wings and a tail? What did he say again?... Think Mark... Think... A young man with perfect muscles..."
He rolls his eyes. His head falls down and it gets caught between his hands. He massages his temporal. His eyebrows are knit together.
"What else?...Powerful wings? And a long tail? I think..."
He stops a bit reconsidering his thoughts. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. He shuts his eyes.
"No that is not it... It was way fancier than this. His muscles weren't just perfect, they were something else... ah... What was that word? Defined... kind of like defined... No... Something else... Etched... perfectly etched muscles. That sounds right."
He grabs the laptop again. His fingers type the definition in the search bar as fast as they can. Just like before a lot of results pop up, this time he clicked on the first one. "Incubus...what is that?"
The click satisfyingly rings through his ears.
"An Incubus is a male demon who is filled with lust. He satisfies his sexual urges by attacking women while they are sleeping. These creatures are really dangerous since they can cause unwanted pregnancies or even death."
Mark repositions himself. He leans closer to the laptop and sits near the edge of the seat.
"Checks out for the sleep thing. James did say that he came to her in her sleep."
The page later on said.
"Many people today describe incubi as young men with perfectly etched muscles, powerful wings, and long, suggestive tails..."
Mark stops once more. This was it he found something.
"The original Incubi were small creatures with faces like a monkey or a gargoyle. They, most commonly, had dark skin or fur, claws, horns, and bat-like wings. When they weren’t flying through the dead of night, they crawled, climbed, and sat in hunched positions. Unsurprisingly, they also had exaggerated genitals."
Mark paused again. It was starting to diverge from what he heard. The excitement simmered down. He continues to read, nonetheless. The text was alluring him to find out more.
"Incubi are famous for their inextinguishable lust. Their human partners can actually die of weariness after too many midnight affairs. Incubi can also be violent. Many victims describe the demons sitting on their chest or covering their mouths so that they couldn’t breathe."
After reading that Mark's thoughts start to come out, out loud.
"Just like James said. Iaron sat on Annabelle's chest if she wouldn't cooperate. Could it be true?"