Aithusa looked at the mirror and watched her own reflection. And then she looked at Richmond and said,” Nephilim?”
He nodded as he wished desperately that he could see his reflection in the mirror but vampires did not have the luxury of getting that. And Aithusa was more interested in getting to know what was this going on about a Nephilim.
“What is a Nephilim?” asked Aithusa and Richmond groaned at her question.
“Sometimes I wish if there is a process that I could return back all your memories and knowledge. It might be really painful but it was definitely going to be worth it. The only reason I cannot do that it, if I even think about doing it is Hannabelle will drive a stake through my heart,” said Richmond and Aithusa whirled at his direction.
“I am not very keen on getting my memories back, you know, Richmond, what I am
“What do you mean by that?” asked Aithusa as her brows were raised. This was something that she had never expected to hear and now that she was finally getting a chance the vamp was not being forthcoming at all.“I would have told you more but I cannot. And I am not going to do that until I am completely sure that this is going to work. Things like this are never taken lightly in neither the mortal or the immortal world, so please have patience and I shall get you to know more about this thing,” said Richmond but Aithusa was not going to listen to him now. She had waited a millennia, thousand years in order to know what was the reason that she had sold her soul in the first place and now that there was the slightest chance that she would get to know it…..“Listen Rich, I understand that you are cautious and it is right that you should be. This is not something silly….but I
Jared’s POVI entered the smoky, dimly lit bar and sat in a stool next to the dance floor. A curvy blonde broke away from the dancing
“Before you get deep into my story, you need to know the truth about Succubae, or you will not really understand the big picture. They are not demons, if such a thing existed in the first place, and they are most certainly not evil. Though they may not have been demons, they were certainly magical. They do not drain the life out of you, but instead consume the energy created from the passion and exertion of sex itself. This has no negative side effects, other than feeling slightly more exhausted than you might be otherwise. Though they need this energy to survive, they can and do eat our food when they wish. They were not just female or just male, but could change between the two completely or with various combinations of the traits of each as they saw fit, so there never has been any difference between Succubae and Incubi. They never interfered wit
Victim’s POVWitches, vampires, succubi, cold cruel women, femme fatales, the tart with a sliver of ice in her heart; those are what c
Two days earlierAithusa sat down in the offered chair as the older Professor took a seat on the opposite side.“I never knew that there were people like this who would be knowing about supernaturals. How do you know these things?” asked Aithusa with interest as the man smiled.“Every now and then there are things which cause me to have a feeling. And if I do get them it means that either something is about to happen and someone like you needs my help. I know a lot about your types but I don’t suppose that you will be able to tell me who you are?” asked the Professor. And Aithusa nodded her head saying no.“I am here because of a curse actually,” said Aithusa. She had already planned ahead how she was going to present this.“I am not someone who can help you with that kind of thing. It is dark m
Aiden was sitting on the bench of the park waiting for his sister to arrive. Things were finally starting to look slightly better for him in all these years. Aithusa was good and healthy again and she never harmed anyone that she fed from. All the other succubae might do that but she never took more than what was necessary. That was made him fall for her even all those years ago.He still remembered the first time that he had taken her in her dreams. And when he was reminiscing his sister made an entry and sat down beside him without any word. She ran her own bookstore and worked as a competitor to Hannabelle a few blocks away from the store where Aithusa worked. She loved reading tarot cards and also telling the women and all the other older women who came to her store that all was in their hands. She knew, Helena knew that it was nothing else but a lie but she had been trying to stay alive and well all these years and her only support was
As he read his novel by the flickering warmth of the dying firelight, I gazed at him longingly. A most likely candidate for my attentions was he, aged from a multitude of unique experiences into the reclusive hulk of what once was. Beset by memories, and beyond the ability to procreate, he would soon cross over into my world of timeless freedom that he had barely glimpsed in dreams but dismissed as childlike fantasy. Yet deep within his loins, the seeds of life still churned with unfulfilled release beneath the lifeless organ of their deliverance. As my hunger grew, I wondered if he was one of the now numerous males that had their life delivering cords surgically mutilated in a barbaric attempt to prevent reproduc
Sighing to herself as she settled into the rough bed of hay and goose feathers, she closed her eyes and began to drift off. Again, she dreamed of him. Only this time it wasn't like her usual dream where they went to the fields to eat the packed lunch she had made where they would talk and talk. This time she was laying in her own bed. Only they were alone and the room was dark.