Jeff and the Succubus [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 10 - Settling Some Things

Candie woke up curled into a ball, facing the wall. Her eyes fluttered, once, twice, then opened fully. Lifting her head from the pillow, she found a dried splotch of blood beside her face. She was crying? But...why? She couldn't remember a thing, not anything after fighting with that scarecrow chick anyway. She sat up and looked around. She was in a room, a guy's room by the looks of it, but her clothes were still on, she noted. Looking to her left, she could make out a body bundled underneath some blankets in the bed across from her. Hand prints covered the wall the bed was pressed against, and something told her that wasn't red paint. Her nose twitched with the smell of blood that lingered in the air, mixed among other things. Chip bags, old candy wrappers, soda cans, clothes, beer bottles, all littered the floor in a chaotic mess that almost hid the floor. Whoever room this belonged to should really think about cleaning up, she thought to herself with a quiet grunt of disgust. By the door was a fairly large television, one of those newer models of flat screens that were usually mounted to the wall, though it wasn't that big, probably just for one or two people to watch. Connected to it was a DVD player and a couple gaming consoles; a PlayStation 3, a Xbox 360, and a very old looking Nintendo 64. Where am I, she finally thought to herself. Becoming more curious, Candie attempted to get out of the bed, which was a bad decision. Her body was spent, and upon further inspection, covered in random splotches and bruises. Cautiously, Candie lifted her top to her chest, exposing the black and purple splotches all over her stomach. Her eyes widened in horror, and then, she screamed.

Jeff, who was buried under the covers in the opposite bed, jolted and fell out of the bed. Once free from the clutches of the massive pieces of cloth, he pounced on Candie, slapping a hand over her mouth harshly. Candie looked up at the killer straddling her waist, her heart pounding from the shock of being attacked so suddenly. Jeff snatched his sleep mask off and gave her a stern look, signaling for her to be quiet. Candie gave a small nod, and slowly Jeff backed off of her and tiptoed to the door of the room. Quietly, he pulled the door open, the creaking of the hinges echoing throughout the room. Now really confused, Candie sat up on her elbows, ignoring the pain of the movement, and watched Jeff peek out the door. He was looking for something, but what, she didn't know. Once done, he slipped back into the room, closed the door as silently as possible, then turned to watch Candie on the bed as he leaned against the door.

"So. Care to explain what the actual fuck happened yesterday?" He crossed his arms over his chest. She noticed his voice was barely above a whisper, like he was talking in a library. The quietest she's ever heard him.

"I, uh, I don't remember." Candie could feel herself blushing and looked away in embarrassment. He snorted at her and moved to stand in front of her.

"You don't remember?" He scoffed sarcastically.

"No. I don't." She snapped. "And lemme guess. You did this to me?" She had forgotten about her volume at this point, and snatched her shirt off to reveal the many bruises, splotches, and swollen hickeys all over the area. His voice hitched, but not because of the damage. But more-so because of the large, plump, succulent breasts that bounced from the pull of her shirt. After all, he was still a guy.

"Do you see this?" She whisper yelled, attempting to contain her anger.

"Yeah..." He trailed off; his eyes were glued to her breast at this point. After Candie angrily cleared her throat, he shook himself out of the daze and looked away. "I mean, what about it?"

"You did this to me." She narrowed her eyes at him, voice lowering. Jeff couldn't do the same, for lack of eyelids, but could only hope she was sensing the anger bubbling within him.

"Maybe I did." He bent over to be on eye level with the demon before him, and hissed into her face, "What are you going to do about it?"

A low growl rumbled from deep within Candie's throat, red slowly covering the entirety of her eyes. Jeff never broke eye contact, completely unfazed by the animal preparing to break lose in front of him. Before Candie could explode, a dark, inky black tentacle appeared from thin air and wrapped itself around Jeff's neck. As he strangled for air, coughing, gasping, and clawing at the tendril, Candie attempted to take that moment as an opportunity to rid this realm of that god awful Glasgow smile. Though, as she lunged, another tentacle darted from the shadows forming in the room, that somehow neither of them noticed, and wrapped itself tightly around her waist, careful to avoid already injured areas. Both now suspended in the air, nearly touching the ceiling, Slenderman finally made his appearance, seemingly oozing from the shadows into existence.