Incubus

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For the next days, I am just lying in bed. Andrew and Mick are cuddling with me almost all the time but I don't do the same. Mick is telling me over and over that, I can feed off of them as much as I want to get me back up but it is not working. I take and take. I take more than I should and it is affecting them both. The rare moments where I am aware of my surroundings I see them walking around tired, their limps just hang from their bodies.

It is like there is nothing between me and the world. My energy is just flowing out of me and seeps away into the ground. It doesn't help to feed, the energy will never stay inside of me if Thomas is not with me. I just know it is him because if this would be a normal energy shortage than Andrew and Mick would be crazy horny right now. They would do nothing else but to have sex with me. It just doesn't work so I stop feeding. I will feel worse but at least my friends will feel better.

After some more days Andrew and Mick are looking better more energetic. Andrew smiles at me a lot to cheer me up. He talks to me in a happy tone but I don't register what he says. Mick is staring at me worried. I think he knows that I stopped feeding off of them and if I am looking just a fraction as bad as I feel then it is a wonder they haven't called the ambulance yet. It is exhausting to move a muscle, my mind is clouded and I never try it but I know my voice will crack when I try to speak.

I feel similar to the time where I was so sick I had to go three weeks without sex. Suddenly I am afraid that I will die from this heartbreak. I can't ask my friends to have sex with me. It would destroy us and I don't know how much it would actually help since they both wouldn't enjoy it a lot. Desperate and afraid of dying I call my pimp the moment I am alone for once.

I ask him if he has a client for me the sooner the better. First, he doesn't want to give me one because I sound awful but after some begging and reminding him that I am one of his best he agrees. Five minutes later he calls back telling me the woman who wants me as her regular is still in town and can meet me in an hour. I accept.

He gives me a place where we will meet and her name: Mrs. Shutzer. I sit up and tumble to my little makeup corner. I have to make myself presentable because she will hunt me away if she sees the corpse that stares at me from the mirror right now.

'Satisfied, Thomas. I am doing the thing you left me for and it is just because you left me.'

Andrew is super happy seeing me up when he comes back. I tell him I will meet a friend and he gets even happier. When I leave the apartment he wishes me a nice time. Outside it is already dark. I don't actually have an idea of how late it is. But it must be rush hour. There are a lot of people on the street. Since my gates are open anyway I feed off of everyone who crosses my path to get my energy level up to at least a minimum where I can walk without feeling like I ran a marathon. I actually get it higher than that. A lot of people mean a lot of energy at once and I absorb more, faster than I can lose.

I have half the way already behind me when I get the brilliant idea to look up the time and where I actually have to go. I know the area but not the specific building. Turns out I have been walking in the wrong direction for the last two minutes and I am already late as well. I turn around and follow the map this time.

Then my eyes fall onto a woman who looks exactly like my pimp described my client. Tall, gorgeous and ginger. Her curly hair bound to one side and arrogant eyes. Dressed in a business suit and stilettos. She is standing out so much in this area. A couple of streets further is the red light district and just around the corner are the love hotels. The people are just lightly dressed but very expressive with what they wear. A businesswoman just doesn't fit.

I walk up to her and try to fix my posture.

"Mrs. Shutzer?", I ask and thank god my voice doesn't crack. I am not good at pretending to be well when I am not but now I have to.