Today marks the 31st day of my journey into my ‘page a day’.
Some days it’s rough! I end up not knowing what to write, or how to write. Even when giving myself a subject to write on, such as the Seven Deadly Sins, I’ve found myself struggling.
However, as the time has gone on, I’ve found myself looking forward some nights to my creative outlet. And I’ve also found myself daydreaming more, and being more inspired by every day things. My muses are singing to me again, which is brilliant! This is also helping me develop the discipline I need to write more… and I think it’s actually working.
Maybe… maybe I’ll end up an author after all some day. J
Tonight’s offering is more than a page. I present to you a character who will quite potentially grace this blog more often than not, Aislynn Ryan. Aislynn and any characters contained in her blog excerpts are copyright me and my intellectual property.
Also please note, I will be truncating most of my blog posts from here on out to make it a bit easier to find things J
You ever see a tired succubus?
It’s not a pretty sight. We tend to droop and drag worse than normal humans. The ‘light’ we carry inside dims to something that’s almost imperceptible, and a lot of us can hardly work up the energy to try to drain the life off of someone to get some of our spark left.
I’ve seen some succubi end up fading away because of this. It’s a rather scary thought, knowing that you can become so tired of everything that eventually you just fade into… nothing.
These sort of thoughts keep me company as I ride home on the train. I’m tired, so very very tired. Probably more tired than someone of my 29 years needs to be. Of course, being as I’m not a full blooded succubi, I won’t necessarily fade into nothingness… but I still get tired.
Closing my eyes and leaning my head back to crack my neck, I sigh. My eyes flit open and through my sunglasses I peer about the train compartment. I need to feed tonight. I don’t really want to – it’s a lot of hassle, finding a man and seducing him, even with my powers at my command, but I haven’t fed in a long time. It was probably one of the driest ‘dry spells’ I’d ever experienced since I lost my virginity.
What an experience that was. Fumbling, touching, he came almost as soon as he broke through… and then passed out.
Since then, I’ve had to feed on a pretty regular basis. It’s not nearly as bad for me, being a ‘half blood’ – Half Succubus, half Human, but I still had to feed. And being half human meant I had to have real food as well, as my stomach was now reminding me.
Making up my mind, I got off a few stops before my normal. There was a nice little restaurant near the train station with a pretty popular bar next to it. I could find both of my meals in the same place. Standing and watching the sun begin to set, I stretched. Another drawback to being human, I got the odd little aches and pains that most humans got when they spent most of their days hunched over a computer.
Hey, even a succubus has to make money. I mean, sure, I could be a prostitute or a stripper, but it just didn’t appeal to me. I knew many of my sisters participated in those professions to feed, and it worked – but it just wasn’t something I wanted to do.
It’s funny, I was definitely following in my mother’s footsteps. She had decided to pursue something a bit more intellectual, and that’s where she met my dad. They were coworkers, and she had seduced him with the intent to feed off his life energies for a few months before “a nasty breakup”, but instead he had not only known what she was, but willingly stayed with her. And, before you knew it, she was in love.
Little did she know that giving her heart away to a human of all things, helps facilitate a succubus falling pregnant. Or, she wished for it. She remains vague about it to this day.
Unfortunately, my father was killed a few years ago in a car accident. It was better that way, both Mom and I thought. He went quickly, and we didn’t have to watch him give his lifeforce to the woman who had become the whole focal point of his life.
The sun had almost completely set while I sat here contemplating my life choices, and my stomach rumbling, I left the train station and walked the few blocks to the nice little Japanese restaurant. They did the best sushi and oyakodon. Entering the little restaurant, I stood at the counter contemplating what to get when I felt someone bump into me.
“Oh! Sorry!” a very nice masculine voice said. I felt it down in my panties, and I bit back a groan. I really did need to feed. “Damn, I got your blouse all dirty…”
Sighing, I turned around and found myself staring into a pair of startling clear brown eyes. Most brown eyes I’d ever found myself looking into were generally muddied, or so dark they were almost black. Not this pair… they were clear.
And chagrined. I frowned as I took in the scene. He had been grabbing take away when he bumped into me, and the food in the bag had gone all over both him and I. The owners of the little restaurant were chattering around us, trying to clean up, and dabbing at both of us with napkins.
“I’m really sorry…” he murmured, trying to avoid stepping on the mess on the floor and avoid the proprietors. “Um. Here.” He reached into his pocket and brought out a card and handed it to me. “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning, I’m really sorry.”
I flicked my eyes around the rest of the scene, before going back up to his eyes. I reached forward and took the card, and felt a little jolt.
I must’ve needed to feed more than I thought if just touching a man was giving me jolts. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” I murmured to him. He smiled slightly at me. The proprietor of the restaurant started chattering at him, no doubt asking if he wanted to have the meal remade for him. I smiled at him slightly before stepping away from the mess. I placed the card into my bag. “I’ll let you know how much it costs to get it dry cleaned.”
He turned from the little woman who was chattering at him, smiling slightly. “Sounds good. I’m Scott by the way.” He held his hand out to me and without thinking, I took it in mine and felt that jolt. I really needed to feed and fast, or I would drain this man of all his energy.
“Aislynn.” I smiled at him shyly and quickly let go of his hand as quick as I could. “I’d say it was a pleasure but…”
“Hah, yeah. I’m really sorry Aislynn. Ring me tomorrow and we’ll work something out.”
“Consider it done.” I nodded at him. “Have a nice evening.” I turned and left the restaurant, making my way quickly to the bar. Stepping through the myriad of patrons, I made my way to the restrooms in the back and grimaced at my once pristine white blouse. Entering the stall, I closed my eyes and hoped that I had just enough magic left to sort something out. Focusing inward, I lost my auburn coloured hair and green eyes, quickly becoming a blonde with crystal blue eyes, and gaining a few inches as well. My breasts jutted outward from my ruined blouse, which was quickly turning to a deep green colour. My skirt shortened, and the sensible shoes I had been wearing soon became stiletto heels. Picking up my handbag, I exited the stall and checked myself out in the mirror. I didn’t look anything like Aislynn Ryan.
I smiled and left the restroom, eager to at least feed one of my hungers. Then, perhaps, I could consider trying food again.