Succubus

*Oona’s POV*

I felt Andy's hand on my wrist. "No, Oona, I'm not mad at you. That's not what I meant." His voice softened, and he pulled me gently into his lap. "Stop blaming yourself. You were just doing what came naturally, it's not your fault."

He looked at me, and I averted my eyes, ashamed. "Stop it." He kissed me gently and my heart raced like the drums in his music. "Tell me, what was so great about me that kept you so interested for so damned long?"

I smiled. I knew Andy loved praise, and I was glad to indulge him. I curled a few of my fingers through his hair, twirling the soft, dark strands. It had gotten so long over the summer…

"At first it was your exceptional good looks. As you are aware, Andrew, you are very well-made. I would watch you and Juliet cleave to one another through my mirror, and feel considerable arousal. That's uncommon; I am so accustomed to sexual acts I don't generally feel cravings to perform them, they are usually just how I gain sustenance.

"I even marked you here," I ran my hand over the right side of his lower back, where it was plainly still visible, "so that other demons might know I had intentions towards you." I thought a moment. "Can you see it?" I fetched a mirror from the desk, so he might see it more easily.

Andy looked in the mirror. "I only see what looks like, maybe, a really yellowed, old bruise."

I had an idea. "Andy, concentrate on how it feels when you are inside of me. Focus on that feeling." I grabbed him and kissed him passionately, reaching for his phallus with the other hand. I felt him begin to respond, his sheath engorging with blood, as he snuck his fingers in the crevice of my buttocks to squeeze my behind. As soon as he was hard and I felt his lust had manifested, I broke away and grabbed the mirror. "Andy, look again."

"Whu-oh... Yeah, I see it now." It was a red circle with an 'x' in it. Demonic graffiti for 'mine.'

"That's how I told others I was watching you already, and that taking an interest in you would be very unwelcome." I smiled flirtatiously, and Andy returned it, clearly a little frustrated. He squeezed my buttock harder, and tried to draw my hand back to his member, but I playfully slapped him away.

"I thought your, uh, I guess, our kind, were not monogamous?" He kissed my jaw, obviously still hopeful.

"I didn't want any other demon to have you before I did. I didn't want all my planning spoiled. Besides, Andy, most demons are not known to be kind and caring. I didn't want you getting hurt." I blushed. "I guess, with time, after watching you, I found you fascinating. You are a good man, but a complex one. I think you are interesting and quirky. You have a very creative, active mind, but you are also very eccentric. Sometimes you are even stupid, which makes you more convoluted, a puzzle."

Andy laughed. "Stupid, eccentric, and quirky? You make me sound like a complete moron! I think your social graces are definitely lacking, Oona!" His eyes sparkled; he had a wonderful smile. I loved making him laugh.

I thought for a moment. "What I mean is that you are multi-faceted. Your love of Batman, your love of sports, that you smoke despite singing for a living, your habitual self-photography on the Internet, your intense drive to be the biggest and best at everything, your devotion to your band, fans, friends, family, Juliet, and your cats... I just kept watching, I wanted, always, to know more, to be a part of your life, but a succubus cannot do that. So I waited for the opportunity for what I could do. I did not want to disturb your relationship in any way, so I ended up waiting a long time.”

I paused, trying to think through what I wanted to get across. "I gather that, over time, I accidentally developed an emotional attachment. I apologize, it was unintentional, and I was unawares of it. I did not mean for these... complications... to occur."

Andy nuzzled his face into my neck. "I know, I can tell; it's ok." He spoke very softly and held me to him, even after his erection was gone.

Notes

(Skip if you read LOJ- it’s a copypasta situation here, dudes. Otherwise, read on.)

Well, I went to pain in the grass. I allowed an extra hour and 20 minutes to get there, but I needed well over two. I got there just as the band after MIW took the main stage. The traffic was probably the worst consistently, over a long distance, I've ever seen in my life, including the east coast. I checked last night to see how long it would take, and that was a big mistake, because the traffic at night is not the same at all.

I basically went just to see MIW (and NYD), I didn't even realize it was a festival with a zillion bands until a few days ago. I was so disappointed, I drove for, like, some 4 hours to get there. I've quit smoking for the most part, I'm using a patch. But thank you to the kind stranger who was willing to sell me a single and bum me a light in my profound misery (he offered it for free, but they are so expensive these days, I wasn't comfortable just taking one).

I still had a good time- stitched up heart put on a good show (bought a cd, though the singer was a little rude- sorry lady, but when you're up and coming is a good time to be nice to potential new fans, not be curt with them for accidentally getting in the autograph line instead of the merch line. dude, when i was wee, there was no autograph line/there weren't signings after every show! how the fuck was i to know? i figured where the band was standing, they could sell me their cd. don't be a cunt. i know having your picture taken for 2 hours must suck, but be glad- it means that many people want their picture taken with you. i didn't. i'm now less impressed that your voice gave me goosebumps, and less inclined to go see you again.), as did bullet for my valentine (did not have time to buy cd).

When I went to take my actual seat for the first time, I found someone in it, seated with friends. BfmV was playing, so it was hard to hear, but, in essence, the conversation went like this:
-I show the girl, in her 20s, my ticket.
anathema: "I think you're in my seat?"
-girl, stands up.
girl: "I am in your seat."
Then she sat back down. And when she sat back down instead of moving, my temper spiked so badly, I couldn't say anything right away. I was already so fucking pissed off I had missed MIW, and now some girl was in my seat, and, like, the rage was boiling. Allow me to provide a visual aid. This is sort of what's going on internally:



But externally, I am a fat, nondescript female in their 30s in glasses, at that point with a twitching eyelid, twitching triceps, and later on, motor tics (no one notices that shit during a rock concert, though).

But, somehow, i regained control. So i just said something along the lines of 'i'll just go sit over there then,' as a lot of other seats were open at that point of the day. I'm surprised I didn't crack a tooth, I was grinding my damned teeth so hard. Later in the day, she came up to me, and asked me if she could buy my ticket, presumably so she would have somewhere to sit for the later shows, when no one else was playing on the other stage, and all the seats would be taken. Apparently my "no" (with scowl intended to convey message of 'do not be in my seat again if you wish to live') was effective, as she and her friends had disappeared when i went back for Lamb of God.

Still deciding what I think of against the empire, but it was a good show (will decide later, maybe hit them up on YouTube or something- but definitely good performers).New Year's Day were really awesome, I was very impressed (really recently got cd, have not had chance to listen to it thoroughly yet).

There were a bunch of fools taking kids either into or next to the mosh pit at the smaller stage. While I can't mosh, because of my knees, I acted as a barrier for children. It was funny. The moshing guys figured out what I was doing, so they started repositioning me for optimal child-impact prevention. My right side was a little sore for a few days.

Lamb of god rocked the house, I hadn't heard them before either, they were great, very politically charged. This hilarious thing happened where they were performing some clearly very meaningful song. But this smell of shit had been inexplicably wafting through the amphitheater, and it must have hit the stage at that moment. The singer just says, in the middle of this, like, evocative, powerful, slower metal song, "what the fuck is that, who shit their pants?" And I was the only one who burst out laughing! I could NOT stop for the longest time, it was SO fucking funny! People were all staring at me, like i'm acting totally inappropriately, which made me laugh even harder.

and even though they're an 'older' band, I'm even older than that, so I hadn't really heard any Slipknot before. They are, like, crazy theatrical! I love percussion, so I can dig on most things that have three drummers at a given time, too. They may not exactly be my thing but they are good showmen, and two songs of theirs were really fucking great. some song about the devil inside, and another one they said was old and had to do with love or something. i had never seen drum kits that went up and down on pedestals and rotated, keyboards on platforms, and pyro. complete with giant devil's head. ha!

unfortunately, I had left my car in the lots in such a hurry to try and catch MIW, that I couldn't find it forever, and had to wait hours for them to clear out. many of "my loving metalhead family" took it upon themselves to mock me when they saw me repeatedly, as i searched for my car. It was hard to mind my temper, eventually I had to just stop walking and just wait for a while, because I was afraid I'd find myself in trouble, there were a lot of very large, very drunk metalheads, and i figured it would be easier with less cars to find mine. I'm grateful to the attendant lady who really puzzled through it and gave me some clues to help find it. I didn't get home until 4:15.

All in all, not a total failure of a day, but there were definitely some extreme fails contained therein. I missed out on: ayron jones & the way, crobot, motionless in white (which was the original fucking point of going), theory of a deadman, varsity week, like a storm, and three day's grace.

Best moment of the whole thing: I was watching NYD, and they started to play ‘Angel Eyes,’ which I love, and Chris (MIW’s vocalist) sang on that track. Lo and behold, he did indeed pop out from side-stage and sing his parts! Boy, was I excited! While it’s not the same as getting to see MIW play, I do love that song, and getting to see someone you think is an awesome singer, sing, after you just drove over 4 hours to see their band play, and you thought you were SOL, is pretty fucking cool.

Tl;dr? short answer: Pain in the Grass was cool, but I missed the band I wanted to see the most (MIW). If you're ever going, I suggest you allow 8 million hours extra.