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Yael the Succubus that sucked at her job

Her name's Yael, and like her namesake implies she has two curling ibex horns that spring out of the edges of her skull on either side. Like most of her kind she has two leathery wings that are large enough to envelop herself and another person, with a skeletal hand at the second bend of each wing. Her eyes are dusky and her skin is uncharacteristically pale, though still an ashen color that covers a tinge of rot. Her figure is lithe and her face is cherubic but with a devilishness to the lips.

Of course she doesn't look like this now, currently she looks like what she imagines most men of the time to find attractive. This is mitigated somewhat by the fact that in her long by human standards life she's never actually seduced a man.

Her mother (yes succubi have mothers) was a rather forceful sort if you catch the meaning and believe me you would have done the catching, but Yael never had it in her. She always passed it off to other demons that she found it sweeter to drain people who thought really loved her. But that was also a lie since she never made anyone love her. That would be a lie in itself. She hated lies, which made living in Hell rather hard.

She was debating her existence as a demon who couldn't do her job when a man came up to her at the bar.

"Um, uh, excuse me, uh, ma'am- miss, are you alone- UM I MEAN do you need a drink?!"

"Yes I'd love you!" She replied, "I mean, love to, I mean, love one, thank you dear."

This was how her hunts usually started, and ended. The bait strategy. Some of her kind liked to make themselves look vulnerable, enticing, the old doe eyed bruised about the edges effect that some men went crazy for. For reasons that bothered different sorts of people for different sets of reasons. She could rip a man in half down the spine if she felt so inclined. She'd done it. Several times as a matter of fact. But that was in that curious human concept of self-defense. She'd never performed that kind of assault neither.

She looked at the bathroom mirror, her horns poking forward at an angle. When the hell'd she get in a room?

Oh goodness wait when did any of this happen this was further than she'd ever made it!

A puff of smoke suddenly appeared and Yael saw her friend Sarah sitting in the bathtub with a dopey smile on her face.

"Yael you have got to hear what just- hang on we're in a hotel room, wha-" Sarah smiled big as a kid and covered her mouth and slid over the edge of the tub with a light thud, "Oh my word girl did you finally snag somebody?!" She said, muffled into the tile floor. She gasped and stood up in one fluid motion, her wings flaring just a bit, "want me to hold him down? I could show you- no no you need him first."

Yael stood up and grabbed Sarah by the shoulders and used her wings to pin Sarah's down, "I don't wanna hurt him."

"Oh listen," Sarah started, but Yael got in her face.

"You listen, Sarah, I- I-..." she gulped down air, "is there a way to... to get baptized or something? For us?"

Sarah gasped again but louder, and with a look of terror on her face, she broke her four hands free and covered her friend's mouth, "girl, none of that, imagine if Dad caught you!"

They were in a grapple now, "what," Yael grunted, " what if I just ran straight for a church? Or an exorcist?"

"He'd send you back! They always do! Every! Single! Time!" And Sarah suplexed Yael and landed her horns first onto the floor where she wriggled helplessly like a bug stuck in glue.

Sarah bent at the waist and looked her friend in the eye, "now go out there and work your magic on the boy and in 15 minutes I'll show up and he better have his pants off girl!"

"Did he hear us?" Yael asked, finally managing to free herself.

"I always soundproof rooms when I enter em you know that."

And in a soft shimmer Sarah disappeared and left behind shower steam, in the same moment the shower turned on.

Yael breathed in, stripped down, showered herself for 30 agonizing seconds and realized she didn't strip down she'd poofed her clothes away, and now she'd need a new outfit.

She put on a new outfit, a set of lingerie, and slowly opened the door. Some things came natural to succubi, body language and such, and boy howdy the man sitting at the edge of the bed in his jacket was reading the greatest story he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Uh... guh... ahem you're pretty," he muttered, and then shook his head, "I mean sexy," he lowered his voice.

Yael sauntered over to him, hips swaying, she placed a finger on his forehead, "shh," and slowly traced down the middle of his face, "no need to be nervous, we're here to have fun... right?"

Her lips moved closer to his, inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, breath by stolen breath. He moved forward and pulled her in an embrace.

No, just a hug. Because he needed one. But that wasn't what she was there for.

And yet she did not pull away from it.

"I'm sorry, I..." he started, "I don't even know your name and I... " his voice died in his throat, "can we just talk, please?"

She was supposed to kill him.

More than that, damn him. In a way few waters could wash.

And yet her arms hung loose, for a moment a flash of her own self shouted to bite his neck and take what she needed. But instead she hugged him from under his arms, buried her face in his neck. Almost carried him off the ground as they stood up together.

"My name's Yael," she said.

"Thomas," he said, "your name's pretty."

"Thank you."

They stood hugging for a moment and she led him to the bed, whatever hunger was in her eyes was gone. She held him close and he laid stiff as a board.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Thomas shrugged, "Do I look like a man to you?"

She twirled her fingers in his hair, "You had the guts to approach an older woman at a bar, most guys don't make it that far."

"You looked lonely," he said.

Yael laughed, when was the last she'd done that? "Well, single woman about to hit... 40... at a bar."

"Divo-" Thomas started and then froze up. She squeezed his hand.

"It's alright," she whispered, "and no, a few times I thought I'd found one but... the years slipped by." She traced his collarbone with her finger, nuzzled her face into the back of his head, "what really gets you is your friends, isn't it?"

He was silent for a moment, "yeah."

She turned his face by the chin, "you probably hate hearing this, but you're cute. It's probably half the reason your friends bother you."

"Do your friends bother you about not... being married?"

She was about to speak when the door to the room opened. Yale's eyes widened and she sat up in a rather provocative pose, trust me, Thomas got a view of something.

"Oh Yaaaaaeeeeellll," spoke Sarah's voice.

Yael turned to look at Thomas, "It's a curse at times."

Here Sarah enteredm and she did not hide her eyes, smoldering coals a mix of amber and red that twinkled when she blinked. She was in a slinky little dress that was basically floss the way it draped between her legs.

“Thomas uh, I completely forgot, uh,” Yael started, words just refusing to leave her brain. Sarah crawled on to the bed rather like a cat might, “Yael, didn’t I tell you to have his pants off before I got here?”

Thomas looked at Yael with a mix of fear and what looked like betrayal, his blue eyes trying to find sense in the situation he was in.

“Sarah uh,” Yael started again, her mind a sputtering engine, she placed her hands on top of Thomas’s, “We did some talking and decided to take it slow,” she looked at Thomas with a sweet smile, “right?”

“Uhh...”

Sarah snaked her hand between Yael and Thomas’s arms, finding the waist of Thomas’s pants, she didn’t take her eyes off Yael, the room went silent, “Yael, you’re my dear friend. And I’m stronger than you. So I’m saying this with all honesty;” she turned to look at Thomas who was petrified, “I’m not stopping, for your sake,” she leaned close into Thomas’s ear, “You wanna help her, don’t you cutie?”

Thomas squeezed Yael’s hand. Something finally snapped in Yael after all this time and she headbutted Sarah away and pulled Thomas off the bed in a half princess half fireman carry. Yael looked at Thomas, “what floor are we on?”

“The uh, um uh,” he shook his head, spoke clearly, “8th.”

“Oh I hope you like flying,” Yael said and ran for the window.

With a crash and a flutter of the drapes Thomas was sure he was going to meet God, but he heard the flapping of wings and felt an odd weightlessness to himself. He looked at the woman carrying him; she looked terrifying for a brief moment and then her eyes calmed him down. (To be continued)

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Woofe

"This is .999 silver right, Carlisle?"

"Yes Gwynne."

"Good, alright, well, I'll see you when I see you."

"Love you, pookie"

"Love you too and please do not call me that."

The man regarded the night with an experienced gaze, the stars sliding over the city skyline in their rounds to say hello and flit behind the clouds. His dog whined and pulled on its leash as a squirrel ran past.

"Down, girl."

The woman who jogged at night ran up to him, "Carlisle, right?"

"And you are Abby, I believe?"

"Thanks for remembering, not as good a name as you, uh, yours."

"Oh Abigail has quite a ring to it, it's a pretty name,"

The man's dog stared at the girl and stopped panting.

"Uh, does she not like me?"

"Oh she doesn't like most women I'm afraid. She's a wolf, but the pack mentality never got into her very well."

"That- that's a wolf!? I couldn't tell in the dark. That's so cool!" 

Carlisle smiled, knelt down and scratched his wolf's ears, "my family has quite the history with them, go on Pookie, play nice."

The wolf stared at him and a rumble emerged from its throat.

He looked at Abigail and smiled, "she hates that name." 

Abigail smiled with him, brushed her hair back into place, "so uh, Carlisle I know you said you were married but uh, do you still want to have dinner sometime maybe? As friends?"

The wolf growled and then barked twice. It was almost a roar for how big the thing was.

Carlisle began walking past Abigail, "perhaps another time, have a safe evening, Abby."

"Y-you too."

After rounding the corner Carlisle looked up at the moon in all its splendor, and then down at his wolf, "maybe I should take the coating off the silver next time?"

A defeated whine emanated into the alley.

"You know I'd never do that, Pookie."

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A Night on the Town

"I fuckin hate cellphones man it makes this shit so much harder!" Said her friend, rubbing his cheek.

"Just play it safe for once, can’t you?" She said.

"We're supposed to be out there gettin some and here we are waitin’ on little miss perfect with her -"

"I hope for your sake you'll finish that sentence with 'fine ass and pearly smile!' My dear Gabriel."

"Well of course my mistress of the evening, oh madame Kyrie. Me and your other faithful servant Ruth here were just wondering in what other ways we might help that ever bruised ego of yours."

"Oh can it Gabriel, look I got the tags the IDs and the perfume, cologne if you're swinging that way tonight."

"Yeah it's been a while."

"Ruth, your green contacts green belt green boots green green green and a stack of greens should you need it."

Ruth smiled, "thanks Kyrie, how are on the budget?"

"Oh might need to hit a frat boy or a businessman if we want the good food next month I wouldn't mind something a bit more five star," she sighed and looked at Ruth with a motherly smile despite their ages being equal, "but I know how you love the neon."

She smiled and hugged Kyrie and lifted her up.

"Ah down down downdowndowndown girl!"

Gabriel laughed, "Alright so it's about a half hour from here right?"

"Ya-hmm," kyrie nodded, putting on some sunscreen, "God it was bright out today,' she said, wincing, "You all ready?"

"Yeah sure, let's head out."

The club had a brick exterior, two floors, a little beer garden off to the side. The inside had the pulsing throb of neon and smoke and washed over fights that Ruth loved.

Gabriel gulped down his bottle of something cheap and smiled, looking about the rooms changing lights "well I'm headin’ to the top floor, send any blondes my way, girls."

"Can do!" Kyrie said, waving in a small manner as Gabriel marched up the stairs, breathing into a girl’s ear as he passed, winking as he vanished from her sight.

"Think he'll ever get out of this scene?" Kyrie pondered, sipping some drink she didn’t know the name of.

Ruth smirked, "does he need to? Do we need to?"

"I suppose bars will always be about."

A brutish man gallivanted next to them, "hey girls how's your night going?"

Kyrie rolled her eyes and turned around and then saw what the man looked like, "better now that you're here!"

Ruth held back a chuckle and slid away, fixing her glasses like she was looking through a periscope, then she saw him, the love of her life for the night and walked next to him.

"Hey there cutie," she said, smiling with her green lipstick and contacts and fluttering her lashes, "here alone?"

The kid looked back at what was probably his buddy, neck to neck with a girl, he turned back to Ruth and shrugged, "might as well be."

Ruth was about to introduce herself when a guy with a shirt two sizes too small cut in, "hey man who's your ladyfriend here?"

Ruth groaned, grabbed the kid by his collar and pulled him in to her chest, "honey let's go somewhere private." And walked off towards the bathroom.

The kid didn’t have much brain with which to react, by the time he was cognizant of what happened he was in a stall in the women's room with a dark skinned woman with green highlights standing over him.

"Uh, I'm, uh," he stuttered, and realized he could hear other meetings on the other side of the stall.

Ruth leaned in and kissed him, an exploration of his mouth like a snake might taste the air. She pulled back with a half lidded smile and the barest hint of a blush.

"How was it?" She asked.

"Well as far as first kisses go, uh... cold?"

Her eyes widened and she smiled, "Oh well ain't this a treat for me?"

She tore his shirt open. A button flew and smacked her on the lip and she rolled it between her teeth, she inhaled slowly and ran a cold finger along his chest and breathed an icy chill into his mouth and left the button there.

"Lemme do some-" and she put a hand over his mouth, and put a finger to his lips.

"Shhhh," she said, and smiled wide, licking her lips and he saw she had fangs.

A few thoughts ran through his brain about her body temperature, her breathing, his heart pulsed quicker and quicker, she put her hand to his chest and he calmed down immediately and got lost in her green eyes.

Her hand moved slowly down his chest, "just relax," she said, and came closer, her fangs glinting, "low heart rate makes you last longer," and her hair covered his face in a sweet scent and he felt ice on his neck and two little pricks and then he felt so beautifully cold.

Kyrie walked out of the club and sniffed her nose, she took a swig of what was essentially grain alcohol to clear her tongue and then went around an alley, "oh there you are, Michael."

Michael stood towering over a small frame, one eye peeked from under his hair, he wrenched his mouth loose from her and hollered "oh God," he winced, "Kyrie! This girl is great! I think I've found someone I wanna turn!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah she’s so amazing and she can talk about anything, come on tell her that stuff you said about the bar scene and hunting instincts!" But the face he moved towards Kyrie was lifeless and paler than the Moon.

"Michael?"

Michael brought the corpse close to him, used his thumbs to try and move the eyelids in some vain gesture, "Oh."

"One day you'll calm down enough, Michael."

He laid the girl down and put her hands over her chest, "God she tasted good. Her uh, her name was Seraphina,"

A heavy step rounded the alley.

"Oh hey Ruth," Michael said, standing up.

Ruth stood up and hugged herself, "he thanked me! I LOVE THE NIGHTLIFE HERE!"

Kyrie chewed some blood off a nail, nodding, "it's something else, ain't it?"