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Suddenly A Succubus Ch. 20
🕑 Added 2024-07-12 17:00:07 +0000 UTCBirds chirped outside the window, enjoying the morning light as it slowly filled the sky. A soft breeze passed through the autumn leaves, shaking some of them loose before they fell to the ground. Inside, a phone prepared to sound its alarm, but was silenced before it had the chance.
Vee had recently started rising with the sun, and only set her alarm out of habit. She slid out of bed, her nimble feet sinking into the plush carpet as she started her stretches. Her back cracked in a few places, and her hips were a little tight from the lack of activity the last few weeks, but that was the worst of it.
The nightmares had stopped shortly after Halloween. Or perhaps they’d stopped before? She honestly couldn’t remember, so much had blurred together in the week leading up to that fateful night. With her dreams no longer haunted by visions of demonic incursions, she was finally able to sleep again, and for that she was thankful.
As she finished her more mundane stretches, she sat on the ground and crossed her legs. With a short prayer, she connected with the divine power inside her, and asked it to continue aiding her recovery. Its power traveled through her body, dispelling her aches and pains, drawing on her own natural energy to try and keep her healthy. Not only was it a fairly simple exercise, but it also prevented her powers from diminishing while she wasn’t actively pushing her own limits.
Of course, it can’t heal everything…
Vee touched her temple, wincing slightly as her fingers traced over the gap in her brow. Her divine magic hadn’t been able to restore it, and she suspected it was due to the hellfire that had burst forth from the Demon’s fists when she’d been struck.
No, not “The Demon.” Amara.
She thought back to Halloween, her feelings a tangled mess. For all the time she’d spent reflecting on what had happened, she was more confused than ever.
A knock on her door startled her, and her mom peeked inside. “Morning hun! Whenever you’re finished with your morning prayers, breakfast is ready!” The older woman’s eyes lingered for a moment, captivated by the magic that pulsed just underneath Vee’s skin.
She smiled back, used to her mom being awestruck by her divine abilities. “Of course, mom, I’ll be down in a minute.”
Vee checked the time on her phone, it was almost seven already. As she looked at her lock screen, she also saw a single push notification; unread messages from Amara. She couldn’t bring herself to open them, but every time she tried to dismiss the notification, she hesitated. She stared at the most recent message for longer than she intended, then shook her head.
It only took a few minutes for Vee to get properly dressed. She didn’t have much of a wardrobe to pick from, as most of her clothes were still at school, but she still found something cute. Downstairs, she hugged both her parents, giving each a kiss on the cheek before sitting down for breakfast.
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to going back?” her dad asked. “If you want to wait another week, you know we won’t mind.”
“I have to go back eventually; it might as well be now.” Vee piled her plate with bacon and eggs before taking a seat. “Besides, it’s a nice day, the drive will be easy.”
Her mom came closer, cupping the side of Vee’s face as she looked down in concern. “We have nothing but faith in you, love, but that doesn’t stop us from worrying. I just wish you could tell us what happened.”
“You know I can’t, mom.”
“Oh, I know. ‘Official Church business’ and all that. You’d think they could make an exception for your parents, that’s all I’m saying!” her mom huffed.
The breakfast was delicious, as expected, but soon enough it was time to leave. Vee grabbed a light coat, said goodbye to her parents, and started the drive back to Aurelius University.
It was hardly a long drive; even in bad traffic it never took more than two hours. She kept the radio off, preferring the silence of her own thoughts. She focused on the road, on the clouds racing just over the horizon as she drew closer and closer to school.
She had no idea what to expect. The events of that night had replayed in her head thousands of times, and she still didn’t understand exactly what had happened. For some reason, Amara had let her live, and she didn’t know what that meant. Was it a trick? Was it genuine? Even if it was, it didn’t change the fact that she'd burnt down the building during their fight. She still blocked off the exits, preventing Vee from deescalating the situation by leaving.
But when we got out, she’d seemed so worried about me, horrified at what she’d done…
She shook her head. Regardless of everything else, she needed to finish school, and she was trying to focus on doing that one step at a time. Step one was getting back to campus, step two would be to contact all her teachers and ask for the homework she’d missed. Anything past that didn’t feel worth thinking about.
Before she knew it, she was back. She parked outside her apartment and walked inside for the first time in weeks.
Nothing had changed. In the corner sat an empty pile of large water jugs, and a few spare rosaries were still on her kitchen counter. She set down her backpack, nervously walking around the apartment, feeling as if she were talking with some past version of herself. In her bedroom, her wall still had several dents in it, and her sheets were still a crumpled mess.
Vee sighed.
She took a few hours to clean up, start some laundry, and move the water jugs to the recycling. She appreciated having busy work, thankful that it gave her a distraction from her thoughts.
After she finished, she heard her stomach grumbling. Unfortunately, nothing in her fridge was good anymore, so there was only one choice. Grabbing her keys, she left the apartment and headed for the cafeteria. The weather had stayed nice, thankfully, but she was nervous about the crowds she could see heading towards the center of campus. She didn’t know if she had the stomach to face anyone today.
As she drew close, her fear manifested when she saw Tania walking towards her. The same girl that had been harassing her over Derek’s false claims, who’d even crashed her date with Nick. Vee clenched her fists, doing her best to steel herself for what was coming.
No doubt she’s going to blame me for the Palace. She already thinks I’m an arsonist.
As Tania drew close, with several of her friends in tow, Vee spoke up. “What is it now, Tania? I’m really not in the mood.”
To Vee’s surprise, Tania said nothing, instead pulling her in for a tight hug. They stayed like this for a moment before she finally spoke. “I’m so sorry, Vee, I had no idea. I can’t believe what that must have been like for you!”
“Um… thanks? What are you talking about?” Vee didn’t know what to say, and looked at Tania’s friends in confusion as she half-heartedly hugged Tania back.
“You haven’t heard?! It’s all anyone can talk about!” Vee continued saying nothing, and in response, Tania pulled out her phone. “Derek confessed to everything! He made a huge post, even turned himself in to the police!”
“He what?!” Vee gasped, hardly able to believe her ears.
“Yeah! He admitted to attacking you, and he admitted that his injuries were his own fault, but it’s so much more than that! He’s confessed to years of awful behavior, and he’s been apologizing to dozens of girls that he’s hurt. Apparently, he also got someone killed back in High School? He was driving drunk and crashed his car, and his girlfriend didn’t survive.”
Vee froze in shock. This didn’t sound like Derek at all, but when Tania showed Vee her phone, she saw that all of it was true.
“I… but why?”
“Who knows? Maybe he had a change of heart, maybe the guilt was driving him mad, beats me. A whole bunch of girls have started speaking up, it’s like the Me Too thing all over again.” Tania placed a hand on Vee’s shoulder, “Anyways, Vee, I’m really so sorry about everything. If there’s ever anything I can do to help, to make this up to you, please just ask, okay? I can’t imagine what you’re going through, with the attack, and then getting caught in that fire…”
Tania pulled away from their hug, her eyes glancing to Vee's eyebrow, then the rest of her friends apologized as well. Soon enough, Vee was on her own again, more confused than ever.
When she made it to the cafeteria, she spent all of lunch combing through news outlets. Every major site in the area was covering Derek’s shocking confessions, even a couple national papers. As she scrolled through everything, she finally got around to checking her own social media feeds as well. She found hundreds of messages and posts, all from people wanting to talk to her and express their sympathy. Some were apologizing for their actions, some were applauding her for her strength, she even had a sizeable amount of random donations.
Even now, in the cafeteria, a few casual acquaintances approached her with their regards. She’d gotten used to the icy stares of people who thought she’d attacked Derek, and this complete reversal was incredibly baffling. Before long, it proved to be a little overwhelming, and she gathered up her things to head back to her apartment.
She walked quickly, eager to make it home without any more awkward conversations, but something caught her eye as she left the cafeteria. Towards the center of campus, on the edge of the quad, a crowd had gathered. Curiosity got the better of her, and when she drew close, she was thankful to see this crowd had nothing to do with Derek or his confession. It looked like some volunteers had set up a fundraising campaign for the Jade Palace, and something had everyone particularly excited today.
I might as well make a contribution, right? In a weird way, I’m at least a little responsible for that fire.
She took a deep breath, and decided she would brave the crowds to make a donation.
—
Amara had spent all morning finishing her edits on her latest photoshoot. Most of the previous day had been spent taking pictures; experimenting with new angles, playing with the lighting, and switching outfits occasionally. She’d never had so much pressure for a photoshoot to go well, but with Brandon’s threat hanging over her head, she knew she couldn’t afford any mistakes.
When she finished, she had three sets of photos she was really happy with. She’d contacted Chloé late last night, asking if she could borrow the charity’s portable table to set up a new fundraising effort on the quad, and she’d been more than eager to help.
After setting up the table, Amara had integrated her photos with Chloé’s app, which ensured that most of the money spent would go to the charity. Once they’d finished, she quickly called Nick to explain her plan, and it only took him a few minutes before he’d joined all the girls on the quad. Once they were together, and the lunch rush was about to start, Amara started posting about her new project.
It was, predictably, somewhat of a slow start. She knew she was making a huge gamble, and she had taken to nervously pacing behind the table as she waited for the first sales to start coming in. Thankfully, once the crowds appeared, she was able to channel her apprehension into extroversion as she tried to sell her photos.
Amara had never been the most popular person, but she certainly wasn’t a hermit. She’d been offering her photography services for a while, and through her friends she had access to an impressive cross section of the student body. According to Tessa, her recent debut as a party girl had also bolstered her reputation. Her Halloween “costume” had apparently garnered quite a bit of attention, though she’d been unaware of that until recently, given her actions after the party.
All this meant that, despite her hesitations, her photoshoot was a huge hit. Not only were there plenty of students on campus eager to buy them up, she also had a surprising amount of engagement from various online communities that had nothing to do with the school.
When she wasn’t talking with friends and casual acquaintances at the charity table, she was checking her socials to see another wave of donations and support. Everyone seemed to love the photos, they were impressed by her editing skills, and most of all, excited that the money was going to a good cause. For a moment, the attention even reminded her of the high she’d felt at the Halloween party, but with Nick’s help she was able to avoid a downward spiral.
Of course, the other thing propping up her good mood was Derek’s big announcement. She’d initially missed it, as she spent most of yesterday working on her photoshoot, but Tessa and Nick had blown up her phone in excitement. It was a surreal experience; after so many months living in fear of Derek, the tables had finally turned. He’d confessed to absolutely everything, not just the incident with Stephany, and there was a faint air of celebration on campus as she talked with everyone that approached the table.
She was in the middle of a conversation with several friends she hadn’t seen since Halloween when the moment she’d been dreading finally appeared. From across the quad, she saw Brandon drawing near, his insufferable smirk clearly directed at her. From the look of things, he didn’t know what she was up to, and she was itching to wipe that smile off his face.
As he approached, Nick began corralling the crowds to give her some space. Once Brandon closed the distance, he leaned up against the table and pulled out his phone. “Well, Amara, I’m nothing if not a man of my word. It’s been a week, and you have yet to give me an answer. Did you think I was bluffing?”
“Oh, I believe you. I just don’t care,” Amara said.
“I’ve got it pulled up on my phone right now, one click and you’re through!” Brandon was clearly frustrated, his face already turning red.
“But Brandon,” Amara said, a smile growing on her face, “don’t you want to contribute to our charity first? I’m selling some of my portfolio to raise money!”
“This isn’t a joke, Amara. I’m going to ruin you.” Brandon was furious now, though he was doing his best to hide his temperament from the nearby crowd. He began typing on his phone, likely setting up what he thought was the final nail in Amara’s coffin.
Before he could finish, Amara saw one of Nick’s friends approach the table in curiosity. She grabbed his arm and pulled him close, eagerly talking a little bit louder to put on a show for her blackmailer. “Oh my gosh, Alex, did you hear the big news? I’m a succubus!”
Brandon froze, looking up from his phone in shock at Amara’s words.
“Wait, I don’t get it, you’re a what?” Alex asked.
“A succubus, a demon, whatever you want to call it.” As she spoke, Amara scanned a QR code on the table. She angled herself so that Alex and Brandon could see her screen and continued. “I’m raising money for the charity, and since the fire happened on Halloween, I figured I’d do a sexy photoshoot in my costume!”
Amara started scrolling through the photos she’d taken, eagerly watching as Brandon realized what was happening; in every single photo she’d taken the last two days, she’d been wearing nothing but her sexiest lingerie, and her demonic aspects were front and center. Some photos highlighted her horns, some her tail, and her wings had appeared in roughly half of the shots. In one photo she was straddling her tail while moaning, in another she licked its tip while winking at the camera, and each set had dozens more. She’d made the pictures as sultry as possible, and had surprised herself at how willing she was to flaunt her body online.
Finally, she showed Alex a picture she’d taken at the Halloween party, one where her tail looked like it was attached with the belt Nick had made. “See, I took all the pictures in that costume, and then edited them to look real!”
In actuality, a vast majority of her photo editing had been to create the illusion that editing had happened at all. She’d subtly altered tiny details to make it look like there had originally been a belt around her waist, or glue residue on her horns. Just like she’d done with her actual costume, the goal was to seed just enough doubt to make people think her true form was nothing but the magic of photoshop.
“Of course, these aren’t all of them. The sexiest photos you can only see if you buy the sets, but I’ll let you in on a little secret, Alex… I’m naked in some of them!”
Alex, either through legitimate interest or the efforts of a sexy demon hanging off his arm, didn’t hesitate to buy all three sets. As he left the table, she overheard him talking with Nick, pestering him about how he should totally reconsider dating Amara. She laughed to herself before refocusing on the matter at hand.
“Still feel like releasing those photos, Brandon? It would be a big help for the charity, the more attention the better!”
The two locked eyes, and Brandon finally spoke for the first time in minutes. “This isn’t over, Amara. I’ll find a way to make you mine. You’re going to regret making an enemy of me.”
She leaned in, whispering into his ear. “Well, until then? I think you’ve got an overdue date with your hand, so how about you leave me the fuck alone.”
After a final contentious glance, Brandon scowled and walked away from the table. Amara celebrated by running back to Nick, grabbing his arms excitedly. “Nick! It worked! He ran off with his tail between his legs!”
Nick laughed as Amara danced around him, elated to be free of her blackmailer, but their revelry was cut short when Tessa pulled Amara back down to earth.
“Careful, we've got trouble,” the witch said.
Confused, Amara scanned the crowd to look for any problems. She was scared she might see Mr. Wellington, or possibly another member of the cult. Both Tessa and Nick had warned her that some people might see through her photo stunt, and she was ready to defend herself if need be. The person walking towards the table, however, was the last person on Earth she wanted to fight.
Vee.
She was wearing blue, relaxed jeans that hugged her hips and ended just above her simple, black flats. An oversized, thickly knit green sweater hung off one shoulder, though it was held partially in place by the purse slung across her body. As Amara’s eyes traveled higher, she gasped.
Vee’s face, previously an impossibly perfect visage, now had two incredibly distinct blemishes. In the middle of her left eyebrow sat a massive scar, at least two or three inches long. The hair hadn’t grown back, and likely never would. A second scar, slightly smaller, cut through her upper lip on the right side. The scars had definitely come from a blunt force strike, but the lack of a sharp outline indicated there had also been substantial burn damage.
She held Vee down, clenching her free hand before lashing out. Her bone-covered knuckles, clad in hellfire, struck Vee’s brow, a sickening crack filling the air as the angel’s head fell to the ground. Amara struck again, furiously, this time connecting with her lip as she felt Vee’s body start to surrender.
Terrible memories flooded Amara’s head, memories she’d previously failed to recall. She clenched her fists, not in anger, but to try and hold herself together. She took a deep breath, attempted to steady her nerves, and watched as Vee walked closer. Soon enough, the girls were standing face to face, neither saying anything before Amara finally attempted to break the silence.
“Um… Hi, Vee,” Amara said nervously.
The blond-haired girl had stopped just a few paces away from Amara. She directed her gaze towards the ground before speaking. “…Amara.”
“I, uh… I didn’t know you were back. Did you… just get in?”
“Yeah. First day.”
The two girls stared at each other in silence for a moment. In the corner of her eye, Amara saw Chloé light up and try to move in, but Nick and Tessa held her back.
“That’s… um… It’s nice to see you again. Did you… get any of my texts?” Amara asked hopefully.
Vee paused for a moment, pulling out her phone. “…All of them, actually. A hundred and forty-seven.”
“Oh, I… didn’t realize I’d sent that many. I hope it wasn’t annoying I just… I was worried, and no one knew anything…”
Another round of awkward silence. This time it was broken by Vee, glancing over Amara’s shoulder to the pile of QR codes sitting on the charity table. “So, you’re fundraising for the fire relief?”
“It was Chloé’s idea, since she already had her app and everything. We’ve actually cleaned up most of the building, so now money is the biggest roadblock.”
For the first time since this conversation started, a hint of a smile crossed Vee's face. “That’s… really great. I didn’t know you guys had put this together! I actually just came into a tiny bit of money I don’t need, might as well donate it, right?” She scanned the QR code and started to open the link.
“Wait, Vee, before you—” Amara tried to stop her, but it was too late. She could clearly see a picture of herself on Vee’s phone, her demonic features on full display. Vee froze, her breathing quickened, and her body tensed.
“Amara, what the fuck is this?”
“Please, I’m sure this looks bad, but I—”
“But what? You want to tell me that it’s not what it looks like?” Vee moved closer, her hushed voice at odds with her furious demeanor. “That’s what you said last time, just minutes before you almost killed me, Amara. Or have you already forgotten about that?”
“Vee, I—”
“Is this some sort of sick joke? A victory lap now that I’m out of the picture?”
Amara gasped, the accusation reopening all the pain she’d felt on Halloween. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke. “…Is that really what you think of me?”
“I don't know what to think, Amara. I have no idea who, or what, you are.” Vee didn't give her a chance to respond. She rushed past Amara, shoulder checking her as she left the conversation. The crowd nearby parted to let Vee through, and Amara could already hear the onlookers whispering.
Amara stood still, doing her best to hold herself together. After a few moments, she felt a hand on her arm, and she turned to see Nick standing next to her, with the other girls right behind him.
“Aww Vee left already? Is everything okay?” Chloé asked.
“We had a bit of an argument during the… right before the fire started.” Amara said quietly, her body tense.
“I had no idea how bad her injuries were! Did you see those scars? Whatever happened must have been really bad… I guess it’s lucky you were with her, right?”
The tears in Amara’s eyes welled, threatening to break free, and she pulled away from Nick before heading back home. The whispers from the crowd picked up, but she didn’t care. Her steps quickened, and before long she was running, trying to get home. She was suddenly back in the circle, Vee’s expression slowly turning to hate before striking Amara, and the pain returned.
When she arrived home, she slammed the door behind her and collapsed on the floor. What little control she had left vanished, and she lost herself to her tears for the better part of half an hour. In time, Nick knocked on her door, and did his best to comfort her as she processed her feelings.
—
Later that night, after Amara had managed to pull herself together, Nick convinced her to leave the house. They went for a walk around campus, and he claimed he just wanted her to get some fresh air, but she had a feeling he had ulterior motives.
“We’re not going to the Gymnastics building, are we? I’m really not in the mood.” Amara asked.
“Not tonight, not after all of that. I’ve got an idea, but I’ll fill you in later.” Nick said. “I, uh… I’m sorry about what Chloé said. We haven’t talked much about Halloween, but I’m pretty sure she thinks you helped Vee escape the fire.”
Amara said nothing. Her mind was racing, running through her conversation with Vee for the hundredth time this evening. Could she have said anything different? Are they just inevitably going to end up fighting again?
Ugh, why did she pick today to come back? The very same day I plaster my naked demon butt all over the internet…
“Hey.” Nick said softly, prodding Amara with his elbow. She looked over at him. “She was willing to talk to you, right?”
“I mean, sure, I guess.”
“What did she say? Well, before she… y’know.”
“First day back, she got all my texts, and she seemed happy that I was helping with the charity. At least, until she saw how I was helping.”
“Presumably she doesn’t know anything about Brandon, right?”
“Presumably she doesn’t know a lot of things! She doesn’t know why I shapeshifted into her, or that Derek attacked me, but so what? The road to hell is paved with good intentions, right? What if it’s like this for all demons? We start as decent people until a comedy of errors trap us in a damnation spiral?” Amara’s frustration was clear, and she was having trouble keeping her voice down. Thankfully, it was late, and the campus was mostly empty.
“Hey, no need to jump to conclusions. Try to focus on now, yeah? You raised a lot of money for the charity, you cleaned up the house, and Vee didn’t attack you on sight. I think there’s a lot to be optimistic about here.”
Amara didn’t bother responding, instead just grumbling under her breath. The two continued walking for a while, and when she finally looked around at her surroundings, she found herself back on the athletic campus. “Nick, I told you I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“And I told you that’s not where we’re going. C’mon, trust me.”
They walked past the Gymnastics building, and soon enough, they were staring at the campus stadium. It was easily one of the biggest buildings on campus, and held significantly more than just the field. The large encompassing structure had tall, spacious hallways, plenty of bathrooms, multiple bays meant to house concessions and merchandise shops, and of course, passages to the many levels of bleachers. One face of the building had recently been redone to add a bunch of administrative space, and Amara remembered that particular construction project taking much longer than the school had intended.
In front of the main entrance, leaning up against the doors, was Tessa. She waved as they approached, and Amara was the first to speak.
“Okay, Tess is in on this too? What’s going on here?”
“Oh, don’t get too excited. Nick asked if I wanted to do some light breaking and entering tonight, and how is a girl supposed to say no to that?” As she finished, Tessa turned towards the stadium’s entrance, her tattoos flared, and a few seconds later the doors swung open.
After locking the doors behind them, the trio started weaving through the halls, with Nick leading the way to the field. Now that they were alone, Amara manifested her tail and horns before summoning a few flames for light.
“So, this stadium is one of the tallest buildings on campus, right?” Nick asked.
“Uh, yeah, everyone knows that. What’s your point?” Amara said.
“Well, that means the only way to see into the stadium is to be inside it. At this hour, we know the stadium is going to be empty, but even if it weren’t you’d be able to sense other people’s auras, right?”
Amara’s eyes flared, and she looked around. Tessa and Nick were easy enough to sense; Tessa had probably had sex just a few hours ago, and Nick’s aura was somewhat muted, as it had been a few days since they last fucked. “I’m not sure what the upper limits on my aura reading are, honestly. If I’m really juiced up I can see electrical signals, but I don’t know if that works through walls.”
“Wait, what?” Tessa ran in front of Amara, “You can see Wi-Fi?!”
“Not right now, only when I’m full to bursting. It’s only happened once, and I haven’t had time to play around with it yet.”
“My point is, girls,” Nick said, cutting in, “that it’s a surefire bet we’re alone in this stadium.”
As Nick finished talking, they finally walked out into the open air of the main field. It was strange seeing it at night, but there was an illicit charm in being somewhere without permission. Amara hopped over a few barriers and, in just a few minutes, was now standing at the edge of the main field.
“Nick, do I look like the type of girl that gets cheered up by petty crime?” Amara asked. “No offense, Tessa.”
“Psh, I’m having the time of my life. You do you,” the witch said.
“The crime isn’t the point, Amara.” Nick gestured to the field. “Hypothetically, if someone wanted to spread her wings and fly around, wouldn’t this be the perfect spot?”
Amara froze, staring at the field in a whole new light. She was so accustomed to hiding her wings that she still internalized the world as a flat, two-dimensional space. At Nick’s urging, however, she looked up and realized just how contained the airspace was. The wind would probably be muted, but it would be infinitely better than flying in the Gymnastics building.
“Nick,” Amara said quietly, “I take back everything I just said. This is amazing!”
She ran out into the field, manifesting her wings as she gasped at how big the stadium looked from the field. The entire place suddenly felt like a playground, and she began stretching her wings in excitement. As she did, she ran her eyes over the bleachers, making sure she didn’t see any additional signs of people.
After confirming that she didn’t see any unfamiliar auras, she took a running start, and leapt into the air.
Her wings carried her higher, one powerful thrust at a time, and she could already feel the wind racing around her. Her horns buzzed, and she could feel her body making minute adjustments as she climbed higher. She decided she would start with a few laps around the stadium, to get used to these new sensations, and then the real fun would begin. As she kept ascending, however, an unsettling warmth filled her wings. It felt as if she were being pushed higher by a column of smoke. The air grew thick, soot covered her face, and she heard emergency sirens in the distance. Without warning, she saw Vee, bloodied and terrified, demonic hands wrapped around her neck.
“Amara… please…”
Before she realized what was happening, she felt a sharp pain spread through her body. Hands grabbed her shoulders, then her face, as she heard Nick calling her name.
“Amara! Amara, are you okay?”
“I… what happened?” Amara asked, disoriented.
“I don’t know! You started flying, and about halfway up, you just fell out of the sky. We were too far away to catch you, and you just… hit the ground.” Nick said frantically.
“I felt smoke, I saw Vee’s face and I… I couldn’t…” Amara squeezed Nick tight, her breathing erratic.
“C’mon Amara, in for two, out for four, breathe with me.”
It took another few minutes, but eventually Nick was able to calm her down. She slowly stood up, stretching her arms and wings to see if she’d hurt herself. Thankfully, while she was pretty sure she was going to be sore in the morning, she couldn’t feel any actual damage.
“So, what’s the plan? Head home?” Tessa asked.
“No. I want to try again.” Amara replied.
“Are you sure?” Nick said. “What if this happens again?”
“Well, it caught me by surprise, but now I’m expecting it. I think I can power through it if I prepare myself.”
Amara shooed her friends away, then moved to the edge of the field. She took another running start, jumped into the air, and began climbing higher. Holding any feelings of joy at bay, she tried to focus on her objective.
The party is in the past. You’re recovering, Vee is safe, and she’s even talking to you again! You can let it go!
The familiar sting of smoke appeared under her wings, and before long, Vee’s bloodied face returned. By the time she opened her eyes, she had crashed onto the field again, and Nick was holding her tight.
“Hey, maybe it’s too soon after seeing Vee again. How about we play it safe and head home?” he asked.
“No! I can do this!” Amara pushed him aside, immediately jumping into the air again. She beat her wings furiously, desperately trying to climb into the sky, but she kept flashing back to Halloween. She tried again and again, almost a dozen times, and each time she froze up closer to the ground. After nearly half an hour of attempts, as she kneeled in the center of the field, she screamed up into the air. A torrent of fire rose from her horns, echoing her fury as she stared at the sky above her.
When the fire subsided, and her tears had dried up, Nick finally approached her. He was nervous, but it seemed that he was more worried for Amara than himself. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight before she finally spoke.
“I… I can’t fly, Nick.”
Comments
Nyx Nyghtingale
Book 1 had the distinct benefit of showing us quite a bit of Vee's inner monologue. Book 2 hasn't had the benefit, as Vee as been absent from the plot, but that's no longer the case. Without going into any details, I can comfortably say that we'll be seeing much more of Vee, and hearing a bit more of her side.
AFanofRoses
I feel like part of the tragedy of the relationship between Vee and Amara is that Vee feels like she can't let Amara explain herself. I agree that Vee would benefit from hearing Amara out, but I assume that everything Vee knows about succubi and demons tells her to not trust them. In the world of this story, there are probably only two people (Nick and Tessa) who both know that Amara is a succubus and also understand that she isn't trying to harm anyone innocent. Look at it from Vee's point of view, even if all of the facts were laid out to her plainly. Are Nick, Tessa, and Chloé helping Amara because they actually care for her, or has Amara made them her thralls (which is probably a thing that can happen in this setting)? Was Amara telling Vee the truth when captured at the Jade Palace, or was she only saying what she needed to for Vee to let her go? Is Amara sharing / selling pictures of herself as a succubus to raise money for charity while also shaking Brandon off of her, or is she doing it because succubi are vain by nature? Knowing all of the events of Amara's story but lacking its context, it's easy to assume the worst. Especially considering that demons may say whatever is necessary, truths or lies, to make others trust them for their own ends.
Jeff
I’m glad Vee is back. I get how everything must look from her perspective and that her education about demons is guiding her mindset, but I wish she could stop for just a few minutes and let Amara explain everything from the beginning without jumping to conclusions.
Ryan
Vee, don't do something stupid again
