It's time to meet yet another one of the demon clans from my Blood and Fire series. You can read all about the succubi in my short novella, Angel's Keeping, but first enjoy a little taste of their magic with this story about a wistful young man and his darkest fantasy.
It started innocently
enough: she appeared in the coffee shop, a fair-haired girl, a little gothic
doll. She wore dark lipstick, gray eyes
framed by dark lashes and smoky eyeshadow.
She wore her hair with a headband decorated by the skull-and-crossbones
symbol, and her off-the-shoulder black blouse showed the tattoo of a Chinese
dragon winding up her right shoulder. She
sat in the corner, sinking into the cushions of a sofa to watch the readers with
silent interest.
Darren noticed her
during one of his poems, her head tilted slightly to the side as she listened,
fingering the heavy pewter pendant around her throat. She was instantly captivating: dark and
elegant, beautiful in a way he might never have expected.
When he left the stage,
though, she glanced away, almost skittishly, and
stood up again, hurrying out the door.
