#1384

Here’s the thing: Annabelle smells like lavender. And not fake lavender, like scented shampoo or the cheap body spray so many girls use that makes them taste like chemicals. No, I’m talking fresh wild lavender, wet with dew and everything. She smells like the fucking first day of spring. What am I supposed to do? I try to be good, really; I try to focus on the other students around us, bubblegum-scented Bianca and earthy Diane, Ellen’s fresh soap smell and Vivian’s musk, but my nose wanders until I’m drooling over Annabelle again. Unlike the others, her scent isn’t fabricated. It wafts from her pores like she has lavender in her blood, so strong and heady I wonder why no one else notices. I’m surprised she doesn’t have a cloud of bees on her heels, hummingbirds and butterflies trying to lap at her ivory skin. (Oh, how I’d like to lap at that skin…)

I want to forget about her, really, I do. There are plenty of others here who would be just as satisfying and don’t cause me any… unnatural feelings. But I haven’t bothered to change schools yet, or classrooms, or even seats; I just keep staring at the back of Annabelle’s head, daydreaming about running my fingers through her silky orange-gold hair (and since when do our kind daydream?). I’m not even being all that good, really. I mean, I haven’t eaten her or anything, which I suppose is “good” by certain standards, but it’s not like I’m not using every trick in the book to catch her eye. It’s like she’s immune to my charms, but that can’t be possible… right?

This is totally mortifying. I mean, it’s bad enough being a succubus who might, well… like a human (or at least not want to eat them because they’re just too pretty and sweet and their laugh is like– ugh, shut up!) but it’s even worse if I can’t even get them to glance my way. Every instinct inside me is screaming at me to ramp up the charm and hook this girl, my mouth watering at the thought of hot flesh and blood, and yet… the flip-flopping in my stomach isn’t hunger. I don’t know what it is. All I know is when I imagine the night of passion we might share, Annabelle and I, it doesn’t end in me sucking out her bone marrow (would it taste like lavender?). It doesn’t end at all, actually. I can see the dawn, and the way its light would fall on her pale skin, her upturned lips. And that’s the image that makes my stomach flutter.

Crap. I’m, like, the worst succubus ever.

[ EXPLANATION: So I had this idea for a Twilight shoujo-ai parody where instead of a male vampire who falls in love with the female protagonist and must overcome his urge to drink her blood, it’s a succubus who falls in love with the female protagonist and must overcome her urge to eat her flesh. It’s set at an all-girls school to which the succubus, named Remr’knali’v’sarna’nbat’shi (Remer or Bats for short), transfers in the guise of a new student in order to find fresh meat. The twist is that she falls in love with this chick, Annabelle, who is asexual and therefore immune to her sexy succubus powers. So not only does Remer have to fight her basic succubus nature and not EAT the girl she loves, but she has to learn how to show her love in a non-sexual way and win Annabelle’s heart.

Hilarious hijinx ensue. Life lessons are learned. Unimportant characters get eaten. ]

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6 thoughts on “#1384

  1. *…completely wordless for a good five minutes. finally manages some.*
    …brilliant. completely brilliant. I love that idea my God. (Speaking as someone who fell asleep during the first chapter of Twilight and never read another word, mind; if you fall asleep after the main character gets hit by a car, something is wrong) I love the use of a less-recognized-in-the-modern-age “monster” and I love the juxtaposition of extremes: extremely sexual (she literally lives for sex) versus asexual (completely immune). I feel like that would be a great story for asexual people and allosexual people alike, because the asexual main character would be accurate and not presented as broken or wrong or unhealthy (in fact, the identity is a lifesaving asset!), and at the same time the succubus character would provide plenty of steamy, kinky sex scenes for those who enjoy that. There’d be a lot of latitude to explore different kinds of attraction, sexuality and kink, too.

    • Oh my gosh. Thank you for such a thoughtful and passionate comment! :D I’m glad you enjoyed my silly little story idea! I really want to take it farther but it’s so out of the realm of what I usually write (ie dark, depressing, everyone-dies-at-the-end kind of stuff) that it’s still in pondering mode. I think it’d make a hilarious anime.

      • Dark, depressing, and everyone dies at the end. Ah, that reminds me of Spanish Lit class. XD

        I really think it would. The sort of anime or manga that really didn’t take itself too seriously but pretended like it did.

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