Succubus

*Andy's POV*

Things went pretty smoothly at first, considering how badly I fucked up right from the start. I was a complete fucking idiot and took Jules into our bedroom to talk; you could still smell the sex in the air. Right away I knew my mistake, but if I turned around and shooed her out guiltily, I thought I’d only make things worse…

Juliet stiffened, looking at our rumpled bed sheets, and at then me, pretty recently showered, my hair still somewhat damp. I felt like day-old dog shit. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. "Baby, could you please open the windows and turn a fan on?"

I didn't say anything. No apology was going to make it better right then, I just needed to do exactly what she said. So- I did exactly that, feeling like the worst asshole, not just because I’d yielded to a succubus’ charms, that part Juliet seemed to grasp… but because of the rest of what I was going to tell her. Shit.

I watched for a second as Juliet lit some incense. I loved her so much. I started to strip the sheets but she stopped me. "Don't bother." She pointed at the ground. "Sit." She sat cross-legged, facing me, next to the bed. She reached out and took my hand, squeezing it, but not looking at me.

I hesitated. I didn't know where to start. My Dragonfly, so in sync with me, squeezed my hand again. "Just tell me everything, I'll do the same. Ask me whatever you want, I won't hold anything back anymore." I squeezed her hand back.

Juliet was irreplaceable, not nearly so simple as being a harmony to my melody. It was more like my spirit could only make those certain harmonies and melodies with her, she helped me explore the meaning of freedom, she helped me see certain things in life that were precious and beautiful that otherwise I would have passed right by. I couldn’t bear to think of a life without her.

So I took a deep breath and focused on the smell of sandalwood for a moment, before starting from the beginning. Juliet seemed familiar with how succubi worked, so she was able to adjust to all the weird shit with a lot more ease than I had. I wondered if she knew all about metaphysical stuff from her maker, or master, or whatever. She also seemed to get a sense that it had been unusual, when I explained how I had apparently woken up when Oona had placed her seed.

Jules knew me too well and must have felt me tensing, worried she would be unhappy, when she let go of my hand to light a cigarette. That made me nervous, so I followed suit. I related how Oona had met the cats, and how she had apparently known Grampy before I was born. We were both relieved that they weren't that kind of friends, that would have been so fucked up.

Juliet asked why Grampy hadn’t told Oona he was my Grampy right away. I said I figured it had to do with his whole bullshit, hands-off attitude.

Then came the part where things rapidly went south. I told Jules how Oona had been worried about me, and sought out information from Grampy, about why I had woken up. She was immediately suspicious and cut me off. “Worried? Why?”

“Uh…” shit! I was so freaked out, I was going out of order, it wasn’t on purpose! “Because, dammit, I’ll tell you in a second, it will make more sense, I think.” -Shit I had to hurry, the dam was going to fucking burst- “By accident Oona had feelings for me, she loves me, but, BUT, but, she didn’t know it, so she slipped me a seed that was spiked with it. That’s some kind of ancient fucked-up ritual, and now I’m her mate. Whoa! I mean, just the incubus part of me, ok? I’m sorry, I was unconscious!” Jules was really quiet, just tapped the ash of her cigarette.

I knew this: the all-too brief quiet before the storm. I had one chance to stop this before it started. See, Juliet might be, apparently, some kind of weird vampire, and I might not know all the details, or really, any details at all. But I knew Jules. And Juliet, whatever happened, must have happened recently. Because my girl had a family, and a bunch of them were Italian. Times like these were when it showed. So I had about two, maybe three seconds to make my final argument before the jury.

"Baby, baby, hear me out-" I watched Jules suck in her breath of smoke and figured I had about until she exhaled. "-Oona didn't do that on purpose, she feels bad, and now she's going to die in 13 days if I can't do the same-"

And just like that, I knew instantly I had completely, utterly fucked that up way beyond recognition. Oops. I just stopped talking. Juliet's eyes were normally a gorgeous shade that mingled hues of both blue and green. Instantly, they turned a drab olive and angry, bright plum color as she furiously stubbed out her cigarette. Uh. I hadn't seen that before.

"Do the same? Do the same, Andy? What the fuck?" I put my cigarette out quickly and stood up, moving the ashtray somewhere I was pretty sure it wouldn’t get broken.

"No, I mean, yes, but, wait, Jules-" I needed to stay calm, she was hearing all of this for the first time, she had a right to be angry...

Juliet turned around and was now talking with a lot more force than necessary, she knew just how to push my buttons. "-I understand Oona's position, Andy, I'm not mad at her! Of course she developed feelings for you after watching you for however umpteen years, I fucking fell for you after a couple fucking hours-"

"-Jules-" She poked me firmly in the chest, irritating me further, with her eyes flaring purple. I really hated it when she poked me during arguments, I really needed to not let it get to me, but it was hard!

"-I'm pissed at you, Andrew! Of course we have to do something to save this poor, besotted demoness. But your solution was to fucking go ahead and marry her?!? Do you have feelings for her too, Andy? Well? Well?!" Juliet was almost shouting, I hated that!

I couldn't lie, but I didn't know how to put it the best way. I had to just speak from the heart. "Jules, I love you, I love you with everything! Remember what I said on the phone?" She calmed a little. A little, but not a lot.

"That doesn't answer my question… But just tell me everything else, just get it over with." Uh... Was this a female trick? Was I supposed to ignore her and answer the question?

I sat back down on the ground, confused, and realized that, trick or not, I needed to tell Juliet everything else anyway. As Juliet paced, I recounted, minus any and all details related to sexual goings-on: my dream travels into the underworld, my ability to manifest twofold, how Oona's seed drew me to her if she was upset, and our current situation with the angelic energy and potential holy war (I left the bit about my spoo out, for fuck's sake). I was pretty sure I covered everything... Not that I understood any of it.

Jules looked at me. "The fallen angel and Chris' dead dad? Why are they in our living room?"

I looked embarrassed. "Penamoo is the one that saved us from the demons, I guess, I don’t know, Satan, Satan’s fucking army or henchmen? I guess Penamoo is my ancestor, he was watching. He’s really not too bad, he’s just kind of stuffy, though he walked in on me jerking off so, I dunno. And Grampy was watching over us, he's not dead, he wants to help, but, no-no, not watching the jerking off part.”

I couldn’t help a frustrated chuckle. This was all so damned complicated, I wasn't sure I was making sense any more. “The point is that they are, I dunno, supernatural, and I guess they are related to me, so they want to help. And I’m really mostly glad Grampy’s not dead. Don’t spill the beans, ok?”

I was so stressed, so afraid I was losing Juliet, I couldn’t focus at all on explaining my bizarre relatives in the living room. I wanted to focus on them later. “But they’re here to help protect us from, uh, the, uh, I dunno, forces that want to torture us for having, you know, engaged in relations in forms, I guess, as an angel and demon, I guess you're not supposed to, whatever..." I trailed off.

Jules was just getting warmed up, though, dammit. I could see it. "Andy, you never answered my question earlier. Do you have feelings for Oona?"

I tensed up. Here it comes. "Yeah, but-"

"How could you? Do you love her?" Jules was shouting again, and I was getting mad, despite my best efforts, that she wouldn't listen to me.

"Will you just listen-"Juliet was snarling a little, her eyes were moist, and she threw something really small at me! Was that a sock?! What the fuck?

"Why aren't you answering me? You’re in love with her, aren’t you?" Juliet shrunk back, looking horrified.

I stood and went after Jules, trying to hold her, comfort her, and she shoved me away, incensing me further. "Because you won’t listen! You won’t let me speak! What I feel for Oona hasn't affected what I feel for you, Jules! You're still my Dragonfly! Please-"

Juliet sneered, "-You think I'm interested in being some kind of concubine to someone who's married to someone else! You fucking conceited asshole-"

"-No! You'll never be second to anyone-" I reached for Jules' hand and she batted it away.

"-How could you?! How could you even have feelings for her so quickly? Well?" Fuck, this might not go over well, I had sort of evaded saying it outright...

"When Oona put her seed in, I started being able to sense some of her thoughts and emotions-" Jules started laughing, and it made my chest hurt.

"-How can you possibly lie to my face and say that you would ever care for me in the same way as you would someone to whom you have direct access to her mind?" I was really mad now. I was tired of Juliet doubting my love for her. And though I would never say a word to Juliet about it, I could feel the pain our argument was causing Oona all the way from the living room. She had to be in agony, we had to stop fighting.

"Will you fucking listen, dammit! I just know, I just motherfucking know! And I don't care for you in the same way, you're two different people! I'm fucking sorry for all of this, I didn't plan any of this, but here it fucking is-"

The look in Juliet’s eyes, seeing her heart breaking, combined together with the agony I felt in my own chest, mixed along with the guilt Oona felt over causing discord washing through my head.It was everywhere. Everything was painful, I couldn’t see any way out, there was no hope of joy on the horizon, I had failed everyone.

I shouted, pushing Juliet away, only to realize, despite the discomfort, that I’d ruined yet another set of sweatpants and yet another Bengals shirt. Motherfucker!

Juliet eyed me curiously, too concerned for me and intrigued (for the moment) to be mad. I was just embarrassed that I had fucked up my clothes again. I tried to discreetly feel at my ass and was glad to find a tail. Holy shit, that was a relief! Who knew what triggered ‘Angel-time Andy,’ but no one needed a motherfucking Holy War, so if I had to mutate into something, I’d rather sprout horns and a tail, could I have an amen?

I was in the process of trying to decide what to say, (would it be too fucked up to say, ‘hold that thought, babe, this is new, I need help from my Grampy to look human?’ yes? no?), while concentrating on not moving my wings at all, when the unexpected happened. We both turned, shocked, when the bedroom door burst open.

Notes

i saved this update for today. because i so love valentine's day. *chuckle*