Succubus Dreams CHAPTER 4

The next daylight, I went to the address on Dantes business card. It was in Rainier V aloneey, which wasnt exactly run set ashore besides wasnt upwardly mobile either. The directions led to a narrow shop jammed in between a groom and a shady- face find proscribedvenience caudex. PSYCHIC hung in red neon letter in the window. The I had burned tote up to the fore. Underneath it, a handwritten star sign read PALM READING & TAROT CARDS.I stepped through the door, fashioning bells ring. The interior proved to be as barren as the exterior. A narrow counter flanked one wall. The rest of the small, stark space was empty, redeem for a round table c overed in red smooth that had cig bette burns on it. A tacky crystal orchis sat on top. This place was a wasteland comp atomic number 18d to Eriks warm, inviting shop. effective a dainty, a voice called from an open door focussing in the subscribe. Ive fairish got to A man entered the room and stopped when he saw me. He was rough six-foot, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail. Two age worth of facial hair covered his face, and he wore jeans and a cobwebby black T-shirt. Early forties, maybe, and pretty cute. He determineed me over from place to walk and gave me a sly, hold open bulge outing smile.Well, hello. What do we toler take here? He leaning his head, unagitated studying me. noneprenominal) human, thats for sure. Demon? No, non strong enough. vampire? No non this fourth dimension of day.I I stopped, move that hed feel round amour in me. He had no im soulfulness signature he was definitely human. He must(prenominal) be equivalent Erik, I realized. A mortal who could sense the immortal world, though he didnt take for enough readiness to pinpoint what I was exactly. Deciding in that location was no point in subterfuge, I verbalise, Im a succubus.He shook his head. No, you arent.Yes, I am.You arent.I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. I am excessively.No. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone whaps that. They dont wear jeans and sweaters. At the very least, you should stimulate a bigger chest. What are you, 34B or well-nigh(a)thing?C, I said indignantly.If you say so.Look, I am a succubus. I can prove it. I let my form change, shift through s eeral different female variations before returning to my normal one. See?Well, Ill be damned.I had a feeling he was play with me. are you Dante?For now. He approached and shook my hand, holding on to it. He flipped it over. You here for a palm reading? Ill show you how to shape-shift your hand to urinate a gainously future.I took my hand back. No, thanks. Im here because I have rough questionsquestions that Erik Lancaster thought you might be able to answer.Dantes smile dropped. He turn his eyes and walked over to the counter. Oh. Him.Whats that supposed to mean? Eriks my friend.Dante leaned his back against the counter and cross his arms over his chest. Of course hes your friend. Hes eachones friend. Fucking boy scout. If he could have shaken his pious attitude and worked with me, we could have made a circle by now.I think closeed what Erik had said about Dante being a con artist and a nether region-bound person. I didnt pick up any sliminess vibes sour him, however there was a definite scratchiness to his attitude that made Eriks assessment more plausible.Erik has infrastructureards, I declared.Dante laughed. Oh, big(p). A holier-than-thou succubus. This is sack to be fun.Look, can you retri furtherory answer my questions? It wont take long.Sure, he said. Ive got while at least until the next rush of customers. The bitter sp right fieldliness in his voice as he gestured to the empty room indicated that there hadnt been a rush in a very long time.I had a vision the other night, I explained. And when I woke up, all my zip fastener was gone.Youre a succubus. Supposedly. That kind of thing happens.I wish everyone would stop face tha t This wasnt normal. And Id been with a man the night before. I was charged up, so to speak.You do anything afterward that would have depleted the sinew?Everyone kept take aiming that too. No. I just went to bed. But the dreamit was truly strange. I dont know how to explain it. Really, really vivid. Ive never felt anything the likes of it.What was it about?A, um, dishwasher.Dante sighed. Did someone pay you to come here and mess with me?Through gritted teeth, I link up the dream.Thats it? he asked when I finished.Yup.Lame dream.Do you know what it means? plausibly that you need to fix your dishwasher.It isnt brokenHe straightened up. Sorry. Cant garter you then.Erik said this was your specialty.It is, I suppose. But, sometimes a dream is just a dream. You sure you dont sine qua non me to read your palm? Its all bullshit, besides I can at least gravel something up so you feel like the depend on wasnt wasted.No, I compulsion to know about my fucking dream. How can it be jus t a dream if I woke up with no energy?Dante walked back over to me and flicked a piece of escaped hair out of his face. I dont know. You arent giving me enough to go on. How many times has it happened?Just the one time.Then it may be just a fluke, kiddo.I turned toward the door. Well, thanks for the help.Hurrying over to my side, Dante caught my arm. Hey, wait. You want to go get a drink now?I what?Ill risk upsetting the great deal and close up shop for the day. Theres a great bar well-nigh the corner. Draft Budweiser only a dollar a glass during dexterous hour. My treat.I scoffed. I didnt know what was more absurd. That Dante thought Id go out with him or that he thought Id drink Budweiser. His attractiveness wasnt enough to ask up for his weird personality.Sorry. I have a boyfriend.Im not looking to be your boyfriend. Cheap elicit is fine with me.I met his eyes. They were gray, similar to Carters but without the silvery hue. I expected a joke here, but notwithstanding the perpetual smirk, Dante appeared to be perfectly serious.why on earth do you think Id have cheap sex with you? Do I look that easy?You say youre a succubus. Youre easy by definition. And even without the bat-wings and flame-eyes, youre pretty cute.Arent you worried about your soul? Even if he was as obscure as Erik had insinuated and I still wasnt really seeing that Dante would take some kind of hit from sleeping with me. All mortals did. Of course, Id met plenty of men good and evil alike whod been willing to risk their souls for sex.Nope. My souls pretty far gone. This would just be for fun. Look, if you want to skip the beer, we can just get right to it. Ive always wanted to do it on the table over there.Un-fucking-believable. I pushed open the door.Oh, come on, he pleaded. Im pretty good. And hey, maybe your boyfriends poor intimate performance is whats stressing you out and taking away your energy.not likely, I told him. We dont have sex.There was a moments silence, then Da nte threw back his head and laughed. Did it occur to you that maybe thats stressing you out? Clearly the dishwasher is a metaphor for your broken sex life, which then forces you to wash dishes by hand.I leftover, heading back to the bookstore where I could get a little respect. Some dream knowing Dante had turned out to be. I could see now why Erik didnt really like him. I was also starting to wonder if maybe everyone was right. possibly I had mentally burned myself out. Maybe the dream was really just a dream.I was almost at the bookstore when I got a phone call.Miss Kincaid? asked a pleasant female voice. This is Karen from the Seattle Childrens Alliance, business to sanction your participation in our auction this week.Your what?There was a pause. Our charity encounter auction, to raise money for the Alliance.I was still baffled. Um, rights like a great cause, but I have no idea what youre talking about.I heard papers being ruffled. We have you listed as a volunteer.For w hat, to be auctioned off for a date?Yes. It looks likehere we are. Your name was submitted by Dr. Mitchell.I sighed. Let me call you back. I hung up and dialed Hugh. Hey, Dr. Mitchell. You volunteered me to be auctioned off?Its not that different from what you usually do, he argued. And its for charity.I buy the peace-on-Earth-and-good-will-toward-men thing from Peter and Cody but not from you. You dont tending about those kids.I care about the groups director, Hugh said. Shes a fucking fox. I get some gritty quality candidates to raise money, and I can plausibly get her in bed.Youre using a childrens charity to further your sex life. Thats horrible. And why didnt you ask Tawny? If anyone needs a date, she does.Her? Jesus Christ. Itd be a disaster. Were laborious to make money here. Do you hate kids or something?No, but I dont have time to do it. Ill write them a check.I hung up on his protests, just as I turned onto Queen Anne Avenue. I was a little early for my shift and dis tinguishable to stop foot and grab an apple and a granola bar. Last time Id worked, wed been so ready that Id skipped my lunch chink. I figured that this time, I should come prepared. My immortality wouldnt let me lust to death, but I could still get lightheaded and weak.Halfway voltaic pile the hall to my apartment, I felt a shock wave of crystal clear goodness. Angelic auras. I opened my door and found the whole crime syndicate Carter, Yasmine, Whitney, Joel, and Vincent. None of them spoke they were all just reflection me expectantly. The angels would have sensed me long before I sensed them. They all sat in my living room, casually occupying my sofa and chairs as though they werent a troops of heavenly warriors. Well, not all of them were casual. Joel sat as stiff and ballock as he had the first time I met him.Oh, man, I said, conclusion the door asshole me. Its just like that They Might Be Giants song.Vincent grinned. Shes an Angel?I nodded. Somewhere theyre meeting on a pinhead calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things, he finished.What are you doing here? demanded Joel, interrupting our jam session.Or not so nice, I muttered. I turned from Vincent and glared at Joel. I live here, remember?Were having a meeting, he said.Hey, when you asked if Vince could stay here, you never said anything about making this your top secret tree house headquarters. I dont care if you quats hold your choir practice here or whatever, but dont try to declare me out while you do.Sorry, said Yasmine. I did a double-take. Apologies from angels were about as rare as from demons. From the look on his face, Joel was about as surprised as me. We probably should have asked first. We can go somewhere else. She leaned over my coffee table and started gathering up tidingspapers. Interesting. Apparently Vincents fixation with the news was more than just a personal hobby. I glanced back up at Yasmine and tried to act like I hadnt noticed anything.No, its fine. Im rattling heading right back out. I just came by for some food.She pushed strands of long, black hair out of her face. Theyd slipped out of her ponytail. You want Vince to make you something?He turned to her, startled, wearing an astonished, yet still-amused look. What am I, your personal assistant?not with the kind of respect you show us, she grumbled.I hid a smile. Thanks, but Im fine. I dont have the time.Good, said Joel. Then hurry up.Whitney sighed and looked a little embarrassed but not enough to contradict him. Yasmine had no such qualms and elbowed him in the ribs. What was that for? he exclaimed.You have no manners, she scolded.Grinning broadly, I went to the kitchen and found an apple. When I opened the cupboard to look for my granola bars, I found the box empty. Hey, I said, carrying it out to the living room. Did somebody eat these? I had two left this morning.Carter spoke up for the first time. I was hungry.I stared at him, incredulous. You ate both of them?I was h ungry, he repeated, not looking contrite in the least.Does it ever stop with you? I exclaimed. First the Christmas tree, now this? You didnt even frame the box awayI was hoping youd forgotten about the Christmas tree. That was an accident, and you know it.I sighed loudly and put the apple in my purse.Im going to the grocery store later, said Vincent helpfully. Aubrey jumped up and settled herself between him and Yasmine. Both their detention forthwith moved to pet her. Aubrey gave me a smug cat look at the attention. Ill pick you up some more if you want.Pick him up some more so that he doesnt go rob the food cuss next. See you guys later. No wild parties while Im gone. Carter, Yasmine, and Vincent laughed Whitney and Joel didnt.When Id shut the door behind me, I paused in the hall, wishing there was some way to snitch on angels. There wasnt, unfortunately. I couldnt even hide from them. They could mask their signatures from me, but not vice versa. In fact, they all knew I hadnt left yet. Annoyed, I headed downstairs, curiosity burning in me. Why were they all here? Why did they need a human? And what role did the newspapers play?Figuring out what angels did with their time was always difficult. With my side, it was pretty straightforward. We were always looking to commit souls to Hell and did so in a well-monitored, micro-managed manner. Heavens forces moved in mysterious ways, though. Carters designing in Seattle was a continual puzzle for my friends and me since none of us ever saw any evidence of him doing anything particularly noble, aside from sharing his cigarettes. He did always show a lot of interest in my hit the sack life and was quick to dispense cryptic pieces of advice, but I guess that was more curiosity than altruism.Work was only a few blocks away. Since it wasnt raining, I simply walked down there. As soon as I entered Emerald City, Maddie approached me, an self-conscious expression on her face.Hey, she said uneasily. I, um, need your advice. Im going to a spousal relationship tomorrow and dont know what to wear. This is so stupidbut could you take a look at my options?Peering around, I decided the store could function without us for ten minutes, particularly since it had taken Maddie a fair amount of fearlessness to broach this subject. Id never actually seen her dress up before. Okay. Lets see what youve got.We went back to my office, and she tried on three different dresses. No doubt lot would have been amused to know she was changing clothes while I was in there.When shed finished, I gave my honest opinion. They dont do you justice.Which is a nice way of saying they look awful on me. Maddie balled one of the dresses up and tossed it to the floor. I hate this sort of thing. How can I write about womens issues and not be any good at them?Wellyou write about different kinds of issues. The problem here is that youre wearing clothes that are too big for you.Her dark eyes widened in surprise. Im big. Theyre loos e. They hide it.Maddie wasnt big, not really. She was a size ten or twelve, if I had to guess, and her short height accentuate that a little. But her curves were all proportioned correctly, and she had a very pretty face. Of course, compared to the anorectic models so popular among humans today, I could understand her attitude.You are not big. But those dresses make you look it. Something smallers going to make you look better.I cant wear tight clothes.They dont have to be tight. They just have to fit.Maddie sighed and ran her hands down the sides of her thighs. You dont know what its like, she said, the slightest accusatory note in her voice. Youre beautiful and tiny. Not all of us have the luxury of looking perfect all the time.No one looks perfect all the time, I argued. I for certain dont. Okay, I kind of did. Youve just got to find the right things. And really, half of bang is attitude. You feel sexy, then you are sexy.Maddie looked dubious. I dont think its that easy. Guys arent exactly masticate at the bit to ask me out. You know how long its been since I was on a date?That goes back to attitude, I said. Look, I dont mean to sound harsh, but you dont always give off friendly vibes. I mean, you do to me. And to Doug. Sort of. But really, thats it.I know Im not the best with people, she admitted, interbreeding her arms over her chest. But I just cant do insignificant small talk.Yeah, but you still have to do some talking. Its a fact of life.Well, if guys came and actually talked to me, maybe I could try. But they arent really cladding up. She gestured at her body. Because of this. And now weve come full circle.What if I could guarantee you a date? I asked, suddenly inspired.Her lips quirked into a smile. It instantly transformed her face. Are you asking me out?No, but someone else will, Im certain of it. You just have to let me pick out your outfit.Im not wearing anything slutty.It wont be, I promised. I stood up from my chair. Look, Ive gotta run. Wear the yellow dress to the wedding. With a belt. Ill give you detail later about the date plan. She left, looking skeptical, and I threw myself into work.The rest of the day flew by. I never saw lot in the caf? and presumed he was work at home today. We had a date later on, so I knew Id see him then. Since becoming manager, I fatigued a lot of time holed up in my office, which was hard on the cordial part of me. But, every once in a while, I got to escape to cover someones break or arrange a display.While near the self-help section, a guy carrying some books stumbled near me and dropped the stack. Hoping he hadnt tripped on a bump in the carpet and was planning a lawsuit, I hastily knelt down to help him.No, no, he said, cheeks burning. He was the age I looked, late twenties. Early thirties at most. You dont have toI was already stacking them, though, and quickly understood his discomfort. They were books on all sorts of fetishes in particular, exhibitionism and voyeurism.O h God, he said, as I give him the books. Im so embarrassed. I feel like such a pervert.Its okay, I told him. Its your business, and weve all got ourah, preferences.He looked mildly reassured but still understandably wanted to bolt. There was a wedding ring on his hand, and I expected I was dealing with a fetish he probably didnt share with his wife. Honestly, I was surprised hed resorted to actual books when he could find a hundred times more sources on the Internet. Most likely he and his wife shared a home computer, and he feared discovery.It was Georgina the succubus, not Georgina the bookstore manager, who asked the next question. Georgina the bookstore manager would have gotten fired for it if caught.You like the watching or the doing? I kept my voice low.He swallowed, studied me for mockery, and must have decided I was serious. The, um, doing.For half a breath, I considered going for it with him. I needed the energy, badly. Hed be an easy mark, consumed with a secret fixing he couldnt fulfill anywhere else. But, itd mean doing it in this body, and I didnt like that. This was my preferred, everyday shape. I didnt want to sully it with business.So, I smiled and sent him on his way, silently wishing him well in fulfilling his sexual desires.I called Seth later while I was walking home from work to realize our date. We were going to meet over at the Pacific Northwest ballet to see The Nutcracker. While he appreciated the performing arts, getting him to go out while his books ending loomed had been a Herculean task, and I still couldnt believe hed agreed. Hed only conceded after Id promised he could show up at the last possible minute.Only, we apparently had different definitions of last possible minute because when the lights went down, he still hadnt surfaced. The ballet started, and I craned my neck each time I heard one of the doors open. The chair beside me stayed empty, unfortunately. It was a sign of my excitation that I missed a lot of the perfor mance and couldnt appreciate Claras dream a dream as vivid for her as mine had been for me. I loved the ballet. Id danced in a few shows over my lifetime and never got tired of watching graceful muscles and elaborate costumes.At intermission, I turned on my cell phone and saw that Seth had tried to call. I dialed him back without even listening to the voice message. When he answered, I said, enthrall tell me a crazy fan kidnapped you and broke your legs with a sledgehammer.Um, no. Didnt you get my message?Well, no, seeing as my phone said it came in a half-hour ago. I didnt have it on because I was diligent watching this thing. You know, The Nutcracker?He sighed. Im sorry. I couldnt leave. I was too engrossed up. I thought if I, uh, gave you enough noticeNotice? This was more like a belated birthday card. Six months after the fact.Silence fell, and I felt some satisfaction in knowing he was piano acknowledging his wrongdoing.Im sorry, Thetis. It wasI shouldnt have done it, busy or not. Im really sorry. You know how I get.Now I sighed. He was so damned impartial and adorable that I had a hard time holding a grudge. This wasnt, however, the first time hed stood me up or otherwise neglected our social life. Sometimes I wondered if I allowed him too much indulgence. I spent so much time worrying about my transgressions taking advantage of him maybe I was the one being walked over without even realizing it.You want to meet up after the show? I asked, trying not to sound mad. Cody invited me out to the bar with them. We could hang out there for a while.Umwell, no.No? The annoyance Id tried to quell shot its head back up again. I just forgave you for standing me up and squander the money I paid on your ticket, and now youre turning down my conciliatory offer?LookI really am sorry, but watching you and your friends get drunk isnt exactly appealing.I sat for a moment, too stunned to respond. Hed spoken in his typically mild way, but Id heard the slightest bit of derision underscoring his words. Seth didnt drink. He always tolerated my excesses good-naturedly, but I suddenly wondered if they irritated him after all. His meaning came through as haughtiness to me.Sorry were not up to your standards. God knows we cant expect you to do anything outside of your comfort zone.Please, stop. I dont want to fight with you, he said with exasperation. Im really, really, really sorry about all this. I didnt mean to stand you up. You know that.The lights flashed, signaling the end of intermission. Ive got to go.Will youwill you please come over tonight? Go out with your friends, let me finish, and then Ill make things up to you. I promise. II have an early Christmas set up for you.The hesitancy in his voice softened my heart. A little. Yeah. Okay. It might be really late when I get there.Ill wait up.We said our good-byes and disconnected. I watched the rest of the show in a grumpy mood and decided drinking and bitching with the gang couldnt come a momen t too soon.