The shy little incubus Book one

Told you.

Again, a little bit of point of view swaps now and then nothing to be alarmed or afraid about.

Max was not anywhere in the house. I'd checked all over the damn house and I didn't see him nor hear him.

Where could he have possibly gone?

What did humans do that was so important?

He sighed and sat down at the kitchen island defeated.

Until he saw a yellow piece of paper sticking to the counter top of the island.

I reached for the paper with my fingers and pulled it up.

I left for work if you need me call me
9453221450 :)

Call you? He wants me to call him? I don't have a phone!

"Stupid humans and there treacherous devices!"

With that in mind I just sat there and tapped my fingers.

I'm not use to this...to boredom in hell I've always had something to do, like be a waiter or just work in the restaurant or bar a incubie never went without work.

We were out to use somewhere either it be a bed, or a shop.

We never sat around without anything to do because there was always something to do.

So this didn't set well with me last night I was weak I was feeling home sick and that's big because I hate hell.

I have to get out.

And I will.

I just have to smell one of Max's shirts and trace his smell and find him. It shouldn't be hard. Especially after having such a fest on Max's energy.

I felt so amazing and light inside of my body. I outta be good for quit some time but that small ounce of craving I felt for Max's energy nagged at me a bit. But it went  ignored.

Gabrial couldn't keep feeding on Max's energy it'll wear Max down.

I ran up the stairs and grabbed a shirt that belonged to Maxwell.

I sniffed it, dwelling on the scent of his masculinity. So strong and potent. The shirt and we were good to go but one look down at myself and I knew that would be impossible to do in the human world just as it was in hell, we couldn't walk around butt ass naked!

With a chuckle I rummaged through Maxwells outfits that hung in his closet until I settled on a white shirt and pants. His clothes definitely didn't fit me but it would have to work out.

It didn't look bad though... the belt I looked through Max's pants helped secure it to my waist.

Shoes...his feet were fucking big how was I suppose to fit his shoes with my small ones? With a deep frustrating sigh I'd settled on slides and left.

The bad thing was...Max's trail ended just beyond the drive way. Then it completely went weak. But the good thing was, the weather; it was very nice and warm with a blue sky and sunny sky.

Pretty green trees.

A deep breath in made me smile. Was it bad that I felt like a brand new incubus here in the humans realm?

Hm?

With new founded energy and determination my legs carried me a long ways whilst my nose did all the work.

I'll find you Maxwell!

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