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Suddenly A Succubus Ch. 07
🕑 Added 2024-03-15 14:52:17 +0000 UTCAmara kicked off her covers as she yawned, stretching her arms over her head. Before she could finish, a loud thud caught her attention, and she groaned with frustration. Looking at her nightstand, she saw that her left wing now sat where her phone had previously been charging.
She pocketed her phone before moving to the middle of the room, where she stretched open her wings. When she flexed them, her wings had just enough space to open, so long as she didn't face the short wall, and she did her best to avoid breaking anything else.
Thankfully, she'd figured out how to dress herself, but only if the clothing accommodated her wings. Racerback tanks were the most comfortable, and she'd already ordered a new set online.
Pushing out into the hallway, she carefully made her way to the living room. The walls were covered with fresh scratches, and a stack of partially broken frames sat on the floor. She walked at an angle, eyes darting between the walls and the ceiling, and she counted at least four new gouges before she cleared the hall.
"So long security deposit..." Amara mumbled.
Her living room was fairly open, and it combined with the kitchen to make the largest room in the house. There was a small breakfast counter between the two spaces, technically, but Amara didn't feel like it counted. She started making her morning coffee as she checked her messages.
Her wings had appeared late Saturday night, and Nick had stayed with her Sunday in hopes of finding a way to hide them. After hours of research, including a quick fuck, they'd decided it was no longer feasible for Amara to go to class.
Setting her coffee on the counter, she set up her laptop and emailed all her professors for the week. As replies slowly filtered in, she gave Nick a list of teachers that he needed to visit to get her homework. He was planning to swing by later this afternoon, and it looked like Tessa was planning to bring lunch over.
With nothing to do, Amara briefly considered taking a shower, but the memory of yesterday's attempt still haunted her. Hopefully the new shower curtain would be here soon.
Maybe I could sneak into a locker room? Who am I kidding, I can't sneak anywhere with these.
Amara hopped onto her couch and turned the TV on, wondering what she could do with her sudden vacation.
The next few hours passed slowly. At first the downtime had been nice, but before long she was itching to do something. She frequently found herself staring out the window, up at the sky, wondering what flying out there would feel like.
When Tessa showed up with bags of fast food, Amara was ecstatic for the distraction. She opened the door, hiding behind it to stay out of sight.
"Alright, let's see these bad boys! I'm used to people lying about their size, so don't let me down." Tessa smirked as she kicked the door closed, and her eyes went wide when she saw Amara. "Fucking hell, Amara, you weren't kidding."
'Right? Hang on, let me open them up!" Amara moved to the center of the living room, then extended her wings to let Tessa inspect them.
"And you can actually fly? What's a girl gotta do to go for a ride?" Tessa walked slowly around her.
"I'll do it for free if you can guarantee no one sees us, but until then I get to be a hermit."
"I think you're worth a lot more than free, but you do you." Tessa laughed as she finished her circle. Her eyes darted from Amara's wings, to her tail, to her horns, and Amara was surprised to see her friend's aura pulse slightly.
The two sat down, eagerly digging into their food as Amara shared all the details from her adventure in the gymnastics building. She was thrilled that the tension had vanished between them, and their lunch felt just as natural as always.
Tessa also shared updates about her magic side project. She had more theories she wanted to test, and the two agreed that Amara would make a great bodyguard should anything strange happen. They had started to think that these strange occurrences might not be natural, and running into other mages might be inevitable.
They agreed to meet up again Saturday, then Tessa had to leave for classes. Hugging goodbye, Amara wrapped Tessa up in her wings and her tail, and she caught another pulse in her aura, which made her smirk.
The day dragged on, and Amara grew more restless with each passing hour. When Nick arrived with her homework, he caught her in the middle of trying different YouTube exercise routines. They spent a good chunk of the afternoon together, doing homework and making food, but he sadly had other plans for the evening.
The rest of the week continued in a similar fashion. Amara spent quite a bit of time trying to stay caught up with her classes, and thankfully many of her professors were kind enough to offer brief summaries of the week's syllabus. She supplemented her schoolwork with more demon research, but most of what she found was hypothetical.
Before she knew it, Friday evening had descended, and she was no closer to finding a way to hide her wings. Nick had just arrived with food, and she opened the door to let him in.
"Niiiick I'm so bored!" Amara groaned.
"Oh, hi Nick! It's so good to see you! How was your day?" Nick walked inside, closing the door behind him as he mocked Amara. "It was great! I'm so glad you asked."
"Yeah? Should I ask about the weather too?"
"Hey, maybe I just want to feel appreciated sometimes." He set down his backpack before joining Amara at the counter.
"Appreciated? Is the constant sex not enough anymore? I knew it! You only like me for my personality!"
They stared at each other for a moment before breaking out into laughter. They started eating dinner, and Nick handed over her homework while catching her up on his day.
Unfortunately, Nick's research into her wings had also hit a dead end. The few theories he had were starting to pull from fiction, and Amara stopped caring at that point.
"I finally find the silver lining to this transformation, and immediately have to hide myself away. This sucks." Amara groaned as she pushed her empty plates away.
"Hey, we'll figure it out. Just the other day you were complaining about not being able to fly, but look at you now!"
"You're probably right... doesn't make the waiting easier though."
"Well, speaking of change, I've got something I kinda wanted to talk to you about?" Nick moved to the couch and gestured for Amara to join him.
"Should I be nervous?"
"Um, nothing has happened yet, I'm just trying to stay on top of things."
Amara got up and joined him, taking care not to hit him with her wings. "Alright, I'm a big girl, lay it on me."
Nick leaned forward, and Amara realized that he was more nervous than she'd initially realized. "So... I asked Vee out."
"AAH! Nick! Fucking finally!" She threw herself at Nick, squeezing him tight. "I thought you'd never do it! Tell me everything!"
"We've just been talking a lot more frequently, and since you've been locked up this week, we ended up spending more time together."
"So what's the plan? Fancy dinner? Crime spree?"
"Nothing crazy, we'll probably just get some cheap food and hang out. I guess she's got a lot on her plate right now, so we're gonna wait a week or two."
Nick cleared his throat, then kept talking.
"But there's a lot I haven't talked about with her. If we start dating, I don't know what that means for you and me."
Amara grew quiet, the reality of the situation setting in. "I... hadn't thought of that."
"Best case scenario, she's cool with us continuing to hook up. However, if she asks this to stop, I'm gonna have a hard time explaining that you need sex the way you need sleep."
Amara pulled back from Nick, his words spinning in her head. She curled her tail around herself, pausing for a minute before speaking. "I... think I need time to think about this. No rush, right?"
They looked at each other, each recognizing the uncertainty in the air.
"You know I'm always here for you, right?" Nick asked. "We're not dating, but I realize I kinda did this without asking..."
"No, you're right. We're not dating, and you deserve an actual partner."
Despite their agreement, the tension refused to dissipate. After another few moments of silence, Amara stood up, excusing herself to the bathroom.
Did you really think nothing would ever change? That he wouldn't want something more than a fuck buddy?
She closed the bathroom door behind her, then turned on the faucet to fill the silence.
Vee's cool! Maybe she'll let you keep hooking up! If not, Tessa is poly, and clearly into you, so you have options; This isn't the end of the world.
Cold water splashed her face, but it did nothing to dislodge her thoughts. Despite her best efforts, it was tough to stay positive.
As she dried her face, a strange feeling swept across her body. It felt similar to the pulses of heat she felt the last time she and Nick fucked, but smaller, more focused. Instead of feeling more connected with space around her, that connection turned inward.
She shivered, then opened the door to share this feeling with Nick. She tried to close the door behind her, but she couldn't feel her tail. She panicked, and a quick examination revealed that her wings and horns had also vanished.
"Uh, Nick? I think something happened!" She walked into the living room to rejoin him. As she did, she swore her clothes weren't fitting right anymore.
When he looked up, his eyes grew wide with shock. "Fuck!" He flinched in surprise, and his phone clattered to the floor. "Amara? Is that you?"
"Ha ha, very funny. Everything's gone! Is that good or bad?" She sat down next to him.
"I... guess that's also true."
"Also?" Amara groaned, bracing herself for another surprise. "Great, what else? Is my skin red? Am I on fire?"
Nick opened and closed his mouth a few times, the words taking a minute to catch up. "No, you... you're Vee?"
"Shut the fuck up! I am not!" As she spoke, she realized that her voice was higher than usual.
Nick nodded slowly, unable to say anything else. Amara stood up and ran to the bathroom, her pants almost tripping her as she did so.
Sure enough, when Amara looked in the mirror, she saw long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and an athletic figure several inches taller than normal. "Why am I Vee?!"
She returned to the living room, frantically pacing around her couch. "The point of hiding my demon bits was to get back to class! I can't go back like this!" Amara froze, strange blonde hair bouncing in front of her face. She collapsed next to Nick as she groaned. "Does this mean I can shapeshift now? It has to, right?"
Nick pulled her close, but his body felt stiff and awkward. Either things felt different in this new body, or Nick was trying to hide his own conflicting feelings. "Alright, this is certainly strange, but I think you're right. This is definitely shapeshifting, and now we just need to figure out how it works."
"Okay, well, what's worked in the past?" She started thinking back to when aspects had previously appeared. "I tend to gain more control when we, well..."
They looked at each other, both finishing the sentence in their minds. At the same time, they pushed away from each other and moved to opposite ends of the couch.
"Absolutely not, nope, not gonna happen. Not while I'm literally Vee."
"I felt weird even thinking about it!"
"What other options do we have then?" Amara asked.
"I... I don't know. it's interesting, normally your abilities show up right after we hook up, but we haven't done anything since yesterday. Does this mean your control over them is increasing?"
"Do I look like I'm in control?"
"Okay, fair point." Nick paused, running ideas around in his head. "We should just start trying shit. Try to turn back!"
Amara nodded in agreement, then stood up in the middle of the living room. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling from the bathroom. She thought about that sense of control, of connecting with both herself and the space around her, and tried to look inside herself.
She stood perfectly still for a minute before opening her eyes. "Anything?" She asked hopefully.
Nick shook his head.
She wasn't surprised, the connection she was looking for had never materialized. The two of them kept talking, and wound up spending the rest of the evening trying to re-activate her shapeshifting abilities.
They explored meditation, yoga, exercise, and nothing worked. Whatever feeling Amara had connected with refused to resurface, and eventually they ran out of time to keep experimenting. Nick needed to get home, and was unavailable to keep running experiments with her tomorrow.
Amara went to bed in a sour mood. She had successfully traded one problem for another, and was no closer to getting her life back.
-
Waking up Saturday morning was disorienting, to say the least. Amara stumbled to the bathroom, half-asleep, her new body completely out of mind. When she finally looked in the mirror in the middle of washing her face, she literally screamed in surprise.
The rest of the day proved to be one frustrating inconvenience after another. Vee's body was taller, but slightly less curvy, so Amara struggled to find clothes that fit comfortably. She also accumulated a series of bruises throughout the day as she kept running into drawers and counters.
While it was slightly relieving to not worry about her wings destroying her place, it was overshadowed by how much she missed her demonic traits. She'd gotten used to closing doors and drawers with her tail, and after her night at the gymnasium, even walking without it felt wrong.
If nothing else, she felt confident enough to do more investigating with Tessa. They had agreed to only go at night, though initially that had been because of her wings. Now, as long as Amara disguised herself walking around campus, it would be easy to stay out of the way in whatever basement Tessa wanted to explore next.
She pulled out her phone, desperate to get out of the house.
Amara: Up for some snooping tonight?
Tessa: Got ur wings under control?
Amara: More or less. What's next on your to do list?
Tessa: Tbh I think the science building again, wanna check a few things. That cool?
After agreeing on a time, which was much later than Amara would have preferred, she spent a few hours trying to find a good outfit. She settled on a pair of loose cargo pants, a baggy hoodie full of school spirit, and another one of her beanies to hide her hair.
Hopefully, the disheveled wardrobe would help disguise her current body. As far as she could remember, Vee never wore anything this casual, so leaving the house didn't feel as scary.
She spent the rest of her day trying out various exercise programs again. Interestingly, it felt like she was just as athletic now as she was in her normal body, apart from the missing tail. Either her newfound strength was inherent to her, regardless of form, or Vee's body was ridiculously agile.
After a hearty dinner, Amara gathered her things and left the house for the first time in over a week. The open air felt incredible, and she stared longingly up at the sky as she walked.
She looked around, didn't see anyone, and felt brave enough to pull her beanie off. Without her horns, she noticed that she couldn't read the wind as easily as she had the week before. The lack of connection felt strangely isolating, especially given how little she'd bothered to think about her horns over the last few weeks. She'd gotten used to the idea that they were simply a cute decoration, and discovering they had uses had been a pleasant surprise.
Once she heard voices again, she pushed her hair back into her beanie and adjusted her posture. There weren't too many students out, and Amara had a feeling that most of them were already at parties for the night.
The sun had set hours ago, and the campus was now illuminated by a series of tall lamps scattered across the sidewalks. She took her time getting to Tessa, partially because she was trying to avoid other students, but also because she was thrilled to be outside again. She took every scenic route she could, wandering over fields and around trees, eager to explore the open world.
As she finally drew close, she saw Tessa leaning against a tree near the science building. She had a backpack slung across one shoulder, and a pair of bulky headphones hanging around her neck. A look of surprise appeared as she realized who was approaching.
"Vee? Damn girl, I almost didn't recognize you! Going to a costume party or something?" She asked.
"Oh, this? I just felt like trying something new." Amara smirked. It felt strangely validating to see that her shapeshifting was this effective. She watched as Tessa pulled out her phone, typing quickly for a moment. Her own phone vibrated a second later, and she fought the urge to laugh as she checked her messages.
Tessa: Be careful, Vee is here
"So, what are you doing here? You're normally the party girl, shouldn't you be at a frat house or something?" Amara said. She sent out a quick reply through her phone.
Amara: I'm super close!
"I was just... waiting for a partner. I wanted to do stuff with Amara, but since she's been sick, I just moved my plans around." Tessa mumbled unconvincingly.
Wow, Tessa is not good at lying.
"Isn't that such a bummer? She's really seemed off her game recently, I hope everything is okay... Hey! Let's send her a pic!" Amara pulled her phone out, then moved behind Tessa and rested her head on her shoulder. While definitely on edge, Tessa went along with it, and the two smiled for a selfie.
"Though, if I'm being honest..." Amara leaned in, lowering her voice, "hasn't Amara seemed a bit different? I swear she's like, way hotter now, and I can't figure out why."
Tessa coughed in surprise, obviously trying to hide how nervous she was. "I-I haven't noticed anything? Sometimes college just changes people, y'know?"
As they talked, Amara quickly drew something on the selfie they just took, then sent it to Tessa. When it arrived, small red horns had been drawn over Vee's head, and her eyes had been colored amber. Tessa looked at her phone, paused for a moment, then her eyes went wide with realization.
"You're such an asshole!" She yelled, hitting Amara. "When the fuck did this happen? Holy shit, you're like a perfect copy."
"Yesterday! Cards on the table, I can't really control it yet. I'm... kinda stuck like this."
"But why Vee?"
"Fuck if I know." Amara shrugged. "But hey, at least I'm not you!"
Tessa glared at her. "You know, I think I liked you more before you turned into a demon. Now you're all confident and assertive and shit."
They both headed towards the Science Building, and Amara saw Tessa's tattoos light up slightly underneath her hat. With a flick of her wrist, the door leading inside clicked open, and the two girls entered.
"Well, does it feel good knowing that you can shapeshift?" Tessa asked.
"Absolutely! I miss my demon bits like crazy, but I think I'll figure it out soon enough."
Most of the outer walls of the Science Building were made of glass, so the two of them had plenty of light to navigate with. After the first few turns, however, they approached the door to the basement, and were forced to pull out their phones. Their flashlights turned on just as the door closed, enveloping them in darkness.
"You need a phone for light? No spells for that?" Amara asked.
"That's... not really how witchcraft works." Tessa said.
"Well, how does it work? I've been trying not to bombard you with questions, but I'm insanely curious."
Tessa pushed open the door at the bottom of the stairs, and they started walking through the hall towards the hidden room.
"How to keep this simple... So, magic can't create anything, it's mostly about channeling energy from other places."
Amara moved closer, eager to learn more.
"Our world has very little magic, and trying to draw from here wouldn't do much. Instead, we use magic runes to connect to other, inherently magical planes, and borrow that energy for ourselves. Humans are innately non-magical, so this is our only option."
As they approached the tangled mess of ancient plumbing, they slowed their pace. While they made quicker progress than Amara had last time, it was still slow going.
"Okay, so, you're not creating anything, you're just... moving it around. And the tattoos build a bridge to bring it over?"
"That's... not the worst comparison. Most importantly, the runes also set the destination. If we put those runes on a structure, like what Brandon attempted, we're telling the magic to always go there. But, if we tattoo the symbols on ourselves, we can summon the magic to us, wherever we are."
Amara stepped over the last few pipes, then huffed in satisfaction. When she looked back, she saw Tessa still a minute behind her.
"So what are your tattoos? Where do they draw their magic from?"
"These are low-level telekinesis runes, and pretty much all witches have them. They connect with my own strength and transform it into psychic energy." Tessa finally crawled out from the piping, then sighed in relief before stretching her arms out. "I mean, technically they take my energy and briefly phase it through- Look, it's complicated, I'm paraphrasing a lot of this stuff."
Amara led the way into the hidden room, flicking on the light. It was strange being back here, staring at the familiar brickwork and runes. In many ways, it felt like this was where everything had pivoted; Her transformation had suddenly stopped being entirely about her, and she was now constantly aware that people in this world wanted her dead, enslaved, or banished.
The table against the back wall was still there, cracked in half from Brandon's fall. All other signs of his presence had vanished, however. The scattered piles of books and papers were gone, leaving only Amara's bitter memories of her would-be owner. It also looked like many of the runes had been scratched off, at least partially.
"Hey," Tessa spoke up, "you gonna be alright? Being back here?"
Amara shook her head. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. What's the plan?"
Tessa moved forward, scuffing a few more of the runes as she walked. "I had a thought a while back, after freeing you. This room is a lot like the others, right? Out of the way, in an old basement, likely from the original university. Well, the other rooms had large magic circles, and I think there might be one here too."
"Like, a secret one? I spent a lot of time here, bored out of my mind, and I never saw anything like that."
"The first one I showed you was hidden behind an illusion, remember? Maybe there's another false wall, or they covered the circle up somehow!"
Tessa started explaining all the different ways a magic circle might be hidden, and Amara did her best to pretend to understand. In the end, they decided it would be best to split up their talents; Tessa would use magic to look around, and Amara would look for more mundane secrets.
It was a slow process, as neither girl had any solid lead on what they were looking for. Amara had never been the most perceptive person, but she did her best to check various nooks and crannies for anything abnormal. As she looked, she would sporadically ask more questions about magic, both out of curiosity and to help with the search.
Since the two of them were looking for an illusory wall, she focused on that. Tessa explained that illusions, contrary to popular belief, could easily take a solid form. They could look and feel like anything, but often had their own limits; Most illusions had trouble standing up to physical force, for example, but others could be limited by the creativity of the witch making them.
This led to Amara ramming her shoulder into the walls of the room, which made her feel incredibly silly.
After an hour of inspecting every surface, corner, and crevice, Tessa felt comfortable saying there weren't any illusions present. The two took a break, collapsing against the broken table to think things over.
"This is bullshit! Stupid University founders and their stupid secret magic stupid circles..." Tessa groaned as she pulled out her phone, then quickly remembered that this basement didn't have any service.
"How long did it take you to find the other circle?" Amara asked.
"I discovered the illusion pretty quickly, once I had gotten close enough. The trick was learning how to turn it on and off."
Amara moved closer, putting her arm around Tessa and pulling her in. "Well, maybe there just isn't a circle here. Or maybe it's hidden another way?"
"Hiding something like this without an illusion would be tricky, to say the least." Tessa looked up at Amara, then pulled away from the embrace. "Also, not gonna lie, little weird doing all this while you look like Vee.
Amara wanted to clarify if she meant the investigating or the cuddling, but decided against it. She stood up again, wandering the space while avoiding the center of Brandon's circle.
"Could it be hidden without magic? Like, maybe it's covered in dirt, or a carpet, or under the bricks?"
"I mean, I guess so? But covering up the runes would make it hard to summon anything." Tessa went quiet, her eyebrows furrowed, and soon her eyes went wide. "Unless... they're not trying to!"
Tessa jumped up, excitement in her eyes, and she started scanning the floor as she talked.
"Building a bridge is only necessary to bring something over. But what if they wanted to build a wall?"
"Wouldn't that mean they wanted to keep something out?" Amara asked. She took a few steps back, giving Tessa space as she started circling the room.
"It might! I really don't know, the circles I've found are incredibly complex." Tessa finally paused, then moved to her knees in the center of the circle. "Alright, tell me if you see anything, I've got an idea."
Amara watched as her friend closed her eyes, and soon after her tattoos lit up again. She kept her eyes glued on the floor, looking for any sign of activity.
Five seconds passed.
Ten seconds.
Thirty.
She was about to speak up, to tell Tessa to stop, when something finally happened. Faint lines started appearing on the floor, slowly expanding and growing brighter with each second.
After another minute, Amara now saw an entire circle of magical runes. It bore a considerable resemblance to the one under Lysander Hall, and she cleared her throat to get Tessa's attention.
"Whatever you're doing, it worked, there's a whole circle here!"
Tessa opened her eyes, and Amara immediately noticed the strain on her friend's face.
"Quick, grab a picture, I can't hold this for long." Tessa spoke quickly, her breathing labored as she concentrated on maintaining the magic.
Moving as fast as she could, Amara pulled out her phone and took a handful of pictures, all at different angles. "We're good! You can drop it!"
Tessa gasped, her posture collapsing as she released the magic. Her tattoos dulled, and it only took a few seconds for the entire circle to vanish. She kicked her feet out in front of her, then fell back on the floor, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
Amara moved closer, kneeling as she put her phone down. "Need anything?"
"N-no.... I... fuck. Just gimme a sec..." Tessa gasped.
"Guess I'm surprised, I really thought you'd last longer our first time."
A middle finger shot up, and Amara's laughter filled the room.
It took another few minutes for Tessa to collect herself. When the color had finally returned to her face, she sat back up. "Alright, let's take a look!"
Amara grabbed her phone and moved to sit next to her friend. "I took a bunch, so hopefully we have everyth- What the fuck?" She stared at the first picture and saw nothing but dull concrete. "There's nothing here!" It only took a few moments to confirm that the rest of the photos were empty as well.
Tessa groaned before cursing under her breath, "They must have found a way to... hide the symbols somehow? Maybe cameras count as scrying, there's magic that can prevent scrying..." Her eyebrows furrowed, and she started biting her lip ring while she thought.
"Regardless of how it works, don't you need to see the symbols to try and decipher them? What are we supposed to do now?" Amara said.
"I think we only have one option, sadly." Tessa pulled her backpack over. After a few seconds of silent rummaging, she pulled out a notebook and a pencil. "Ever take art class?"
"That's going to take forever! You could barely manage a minute or two, how am I supposed to draw the whole circle that fast?"
Tessa pushed the notebook to Amara. "I needed time to piece together how to reveal everything, but that only needs to happen the first time. Look, I won't bore you with the details. I should be able to do it faster, that's all I'm saying. We'll sketch a little, take a break, then rinse and repeat."
Grabbing the pencil and the notebook, Amara gave Tessa a concerned look. "Fine, but I'm not letting you wear yourself out. If I think you're stretching yourself too thin, I'm calling the quits."
"Oh, but Amara, I love stretching myself out!" She sat back in the middle of the circle and cracked her knuckles. "Now, I'm ready to go all night if you are. Think you can keep up?"
Amara rolled her eyes, but took her place next to Tessa anyways. "As long as you promise to be gentle, I'm still new at this." She elbowed Tessa as she readied herself.
The girls looked at each other, then broke out in laughter. With a mutual nod, Tessa closed her eyes and started focusing. True to her word, the symbols appeared much quicker than last time, and Amara did her best to start copying them over.
-
Sulfur poisoned the wind, screams following soon after. A bloodstained ritual, helmed by a maniacal succubus. She watched again as the ritual completed, her body weak from the losing battle. Blood stained her face, and claws punctured her throat.
Amber eyes, piercing through the darkness.
-
She shot forward, sitting up in a panic as the nightmare finally ended. Labored gasps filled her bedroom and sweat ran down her face. With a guttural shout, she slammed a fist into the wall next to her.
"Fuck!"
A small indent remained, a specter of where her impact had landed. It wasn't the only one.
Once her breathing had calmed down, she grabbed the glass on her nightstand and swallowed another few caffeine pills. The clock read 4:58. She had finally broken 5 AM, yet another twisted accomplishment she could attribute to her nightmares.
Making her way to the bathroom, she summoned a ball of light to give herself vision. It hovered over her fingers, flickering slightly as she started the shower.
Inside, as the freezing water cascaded down her body, she thought about everything she needed to do. She still hadn't found any more leads on the Succubus, and she was close to finishing her initial survey of the main campus. Perhaps it was time to start placing tracking runes? If she tagged the exits and entrances of the major buildings, she might be able to chart its movements.
She sighed.
I can't keep going like this. Maybe... maybe a small break, just this once.
The thought filled her with a brief moment of stolen joy, and she eagerly finished her shower so she could get dressed. She pulled out her running clothes, pocketed her phone, and left the house.
Starting down the familiar route, she forced herself to leave her worries behind. Breathing in the morning air, she found a familiar pace and kept running. Skirting around the cafeteria, she soon hit the quad and made for the tall stairs at the south end.
She noticed that she had more energy, and her steps felt lighter than usual. That wasn't surprising, given how much she'd been practicing her magic. Channeling divine energy wasn't easy, and the more she practiced, the more her body adapted to the stress of the magic. She reached the top of the stairs quicker than usual and looked back in surprise before continuing.
Soon enough, she found a familiar tree and started climbing its branches. This, too, was much easier, and she reached the top in mere moments.
The sun hadn't hit the campus yet, which was perfect. She settled in, took a deep breath, then exhaled.
The view hadn't changed, though some of the branches had started crowding her window. She let them be, her eyes wandering the buildings surrounding the quad. It felt like it had been ages since she'd come here last, yet the view was always the same. Lysander Hall lorded over the quad, its noble architecture setting it apart from the other buildings. She'd always thought it felt like a crown sitting atop the center of campus.
As she waited for sunrise, in no rush to return home, she summoned a small ball of light once again. It bounced between her hands slowly, and she practiced hovering it around the tree, enjoying the way its radiance illuminated the leaves.
As much as she'd tried to ignore her magic, she couldn't deny it had some perks.
A sudden noise pulled her back to reality, the sound of a nearby door opening. She snuffed out her light immediately, then turned to see someone leaving the building next to her.
Who would be in the Science Building at this hour?
She held her breath, watching as the figure looked up into her tree. Her light had definitely caught their attention, and as they turned towards her, she got a good look at their face.
The girl staring up into the tree had medium length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was somewhat taller, seemed to be in decent shape, and was lazily yawning. Her clothes were baggy, to the point that they seemed meant for someone else.
That... that's not possible. What the fuck is going on?
Vee was staring at an exact copy of herself.
The succubus!
A thousand thoughts flooded Vee's head. Fear gripped her, and she had no idea how to react. She couldn't risk confrontation, not like this. Even if she managed to summon a sword, there was no way she would win a straight fight with a demon.
She kept watching, and soon the demon shrugged. It continued walking away from the Science Building before jogging down the tall staircase.
Why here? Why now?
There had to be a reason for this. A fight was out of the question, but this might be a good time to figure out the demon's plans.
Once Vee knew she was alone, she dropped out of the tree. Approaching the glass doors nearby, she opened them with a quick prayer and moved in. The building was quiet, and she had no idea what she was looking for.
"What twisted game are you playing, Hellspawn..." She muttered.
Checking her phone, she realized she only had an hour or two before classes started. Though it wasn't the best idea, she tried to cast the tracking spell from memory.
Her eyes closed, quiet melodies escaping her lips. Her magic stirred, and she pulled from her own reserves rather than the Enochian Texts. Though incredibly taxing, she was able to hold the spell long enough to find a solid lead. It seemed as if the demon had been in the basement.
Vee dropped the tracking spell, opened the door to the basement, and pushed on. Her light appeared once more, illuminating the darkness as she checked every nook and cranny. Content that the stairs were clear, she moved on to the basement proper, and was pleased to see she wouldn't need much time. She only saw a small handful of old classrooms, and the thick buildup of dust revealed that the demon had been elsewhere.
The last place to check was a strange maze of ancient plumbing. Vee groaned when she saw it, but took solace in the assumption that this was the last place to check.
Although it took longer than she had wanted, and she was now sporting some new bruises, she eventually found the other side. Following the darkened walls, she eventually found a small room tucked out of sight. It wasn't hidden, necessarily, but the placement certainly kept it out of the way.
Vee's eyes went wide when she stepped inside. The floor and ceiling were covered in strange runes, clearly drawn in blood, and a table across the room lay in pieces on the floor. She kneeled down, inspecting the runes closely, and cursed the fact that she'd never bothered to learn more about witchcraft.
These... almost look like summoning runes, though they've definitely been damaged.
Things still didn't add up, but Vee felt like she'd found another piece of the puzzle. Pulling out her phone, she snapped pictures of all the different runes.
After another quick search of the area, she decided there was nothing else to be found. She made her way back upstairs, stepping into the morning light as she left the building.
This has to be how the Succubus arrived. Maybe... someone summoned her, and she broke free? A fight would explain the broken table.
Vee jogged down the long staircase, an eerie sense of déjà vu washing over her. She had just watched her doppelganger do this same thing, and it felt wrong to walk in that thing's footsteps.
If another demon were to show up, they would either have to fight for control over the campus, or share the spoils, and no demon would want that. So, she returns to the circle, makes sure it can't be used again, and cements her hold here.
As she turned a corner outside the cafeteria, the smell of alcohol washed over her, followed by a loud crunch under her shoes. Pulled away from her thoughts, she looked down and saw a broken bottle of some kind, its contents spilled all over the sidewalk.
Rolling her eyes, glad she missed whatever drunkard had been here last night, Vee sidestepped the glass and kept walking.
But why was the demon disguised as me? Is it just a disguise while she wanders campus? She clearly didn't know I was there with her...
As Vee arrived home, another groan of frustration filled the empty halls. Despite seeing the actual demon, and finding how it arrived, she was still no closer to her goal. All she'd managed to do was lose yet another morning of peace.
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It took Amara and Tessa quite a while to copy the whole circle. Tessa needed frequent breaks, each one longer than the last, but she was determined to get everything finished in one night. By the time they finished, it was already close to five in the morning.
Eager to get some sleep, the girls packed everything up and started the trek home. Backtracking through the piping, they soon found themselves at the main entrance, but had to say their goodbyes there. They lived in opposite directions, and it was easier for Tessa to use a different exit. After a long hug, the two parted ways to finally get some sleep.
Walking outside, Amara immediately noticed the sunlight reflecting into a nearby tree. The sun hadn't quite peaked over the buildings yet, but she assumed it was hitting some strange angles to be visible here already. She yawned slowly, waiting for the door behind her to close, then kept walking.
The path home was quiet, and pretty much the entire campus was hers. She didn't bother putting her beanie on, the wind in her hair felt amazing.
As the sunlight slowly filled the quad, Amara let herself wander around, tracing lines in the morning dew. She even considered climbing some of the trees, but realized that the earliest risers would likely be rousing soon. She opted to head straight home, deciding it would be best to get what little sleep she could at this hour.
Soon enough, she put the quad behind her and started the last leg of her trip. Walking along the long side of the cafeteria, she rounded a corner and accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oh! Sorry!" She mumbled, moving to sidestep the stranger.
He turned around quickly, and Amara froze when she realized who she'd run into.
"Well well, lookit what the cat dragged in..." Derek said. His words slurred together, their unnatural cadence betraying why he was still awake at this hour. "What'r'you doing out? Coming from... from a party?"
Amara took a step back, her body tense. Her heart was racing, desperate to get away, but her feet were frozen. "N-nothing like that. I just need to get home, Derek."
Derek matched her steps with his own, then quickly overtook her. He pushed her back against the brick wall, one arm propped over her shoulder. "What's this... this fuckin' outfit? You're a hot little bitch, aren't you? But you know that, always teasing me... Showing off your hot fucking body..."
His breath washed over Amara, heavy and poisoned with alcohol.
"Please, I just want to go home, I'm tired." Amara said. Her words were shaking, and she was desperately looking for a chance to escape.
"Well I don't. Y'know what I want? Some fuckin' company, but all the hot chicks're ignoring me." His other hand came into view, taking a drink from the large bottle he was holding. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
Eyes wide, Amara noticed that the bottle was almost empty. Her mind raced, cycling through options as she tried to find a way out. The same thought came up, over and over; She'd just learned to fight, but without her tail she felt defenseless.
Derek was massive, and the bravado she had felt during their last encounter had vanished. She wondered if, being drunk, she'd be able to outrun him, and took a deep breath.
She ducked under his arm, attempting to stay low, but only managed to get a few steps in. His arm closed around her wrist, and he threw her back against the brick wall.
Her breath left her body, and her head started spinning from the impact.
"Don't you FUCKING run from me!" Derek shouted. He smashed the bottle against the wall, just shy of Amara's head, showering her with glass and alcohol. "I'm sick of your little games... so we're gonna play a new one."
Her ears were ringing, and her vision was still blurry from hitting the wall. She desperately scanned the area, looking for anyone that might be able to help.
She stopped moving her head when she felt cold glass on her neck. Derek was staring at her, eyes mad with power, holding the broken bottle against her throat.
"This game's called Stay. Fucking. Quiet." He was practically growling now, his mouth twisted into a horrific grin. His other hand moved down, his heavy fingers starting to fumble with his pants. "I've waited too long for this, Vee..."
Vee.
Derek's attention was slipping, and the bottle pushed even harder against her. She could feel its jagged edges scratching her skin as she strained to keep away from it.
He thinks I'm Vee.
The thought snapped Amara out of her fear. Her thoughts began racing, taking a step back to look at everything that was happening, and her panic turned to white hot rage.
"No."
Amara grabbed the bottle against her neck and started pushing it back.
"The fuck was that, bitch?" Derek pushed the bottle harder, but seemed surprised that he couldn't overpower Amara anymore.
"I said NO!" Amara pushed hard, moving Derek's hand further away from her neck.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled his other hand away from his pants, and tried to grab her throat. Amara met that hand with her own, and they stood in a stalemate as each attempted to overpower the other.
Amara could feel her blood racing, boiling with anger as she fought back. She could feel her rage building, growing hotter with each second, desperate to burst out of her.
And then it did.
Flames appeared at her fingertips, lingering for a moment before roaring to life. Soon both her hands were completely ignited, their flames casting terrifying shadows on the bricks behind her. She watched as the fire grew hotter, its red glow developing shades of purple in a fraction of a second.
Derek started panicking, screaming in surprise. The alcohol on his arm ignited, sparks and embers dancing across his skin. His eyes wide, he surrendered control and fell to his knees, then doubled over.
Without thinking twice, she started running. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she had to get home. Her vision blurred again, not from blunt force, but from tears. They clouded her vision, yet when they left her eyes, they evaporated on contact with her skin.
She felt as if she'd been running for hours by the time she made it home. When she pulled out her keys, she tried to open the door, but dropped them immediately when she saw her hands. Flames still lingered on her skin, their pale light filling the hallway. She tried to pat the fire out on her pants, then grabbed her keys and opened the door. Once inside, she slammed it shut with her tail and fell to the floor, her back against the entrance.
Amara reached into her pocket, desperate to call Nick. She tried to breathe deep, to count the way he had shown her, but she kept losing focus. Nick wasn't answering, and Amara tried again.
And again.
And again.
She had no idea how long her phone would survive the heat, and she swore the fire was getting hotter. Miraculously, Nick answered while her phone was still working.
"Amara? What's--"
"Nick, I'm on fire! I can't stop it!"
