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Chapter 3 - Chloe

You never really know how interesting life can be until you're immortal. I know what you're thinking; I'm a vampire? Wrong. I'm a succubus, and no I don't mean the female demon that rapes men at witches hour. My prey is a little bit easier than that. There are many of us, not just succubus but also males known as incubus. Some might think we are harmless, but they're wrong. I say, why the hell do we have fangs if we can't use them? And claws? Plus, us succubus and incubus got one hell of a temper.

I'm currently at Cardigan Lounge. It's eleven o'clock at night and I'm waiting for my next meal to come by me a drink. Madeline is having fun on the dance floor as always. She's been my friend since seventh grade. I've never been one to dance, it must be a blonde thing. I've never met a blonde who didn't like to dance. I'm growing exhausted from lack of food. I walked into the bathroom only to see a girl tied up with a man standing above her. She seemed to be crying, weak, unable to move. She was likely drugged or to drunk to fight back. I keep my cool of course because I always do. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I ask. He smirks at me and walks up to me half naked. "You think you can do it better?" He asked. And of course I do, but just as he is about to finish I hear him shriek as I tear him to bits with my fangs, at least most of what was right below his waist. That'll teach him to try to rape another women, if he's physically capable of doing that. That's guys for you. I can't believe half of these bitches still want one.

I wipe the blood off my mouth and wash my face in the sink. I then pick up the drugged girl and carry her out of the bathroom. She's a lot taller than me but because of my super strength it isn't that hard to carry her out of the bathroom. Even I know the value of consent when it comes to feeding. I set her on a couch in the lounge side of the bar. I check her pulse to see if she's okay. It's slow but not declining so I get Madeline and we head to the next bar. The next bar is called Teddy Bear lounge. It's gotta be the shittiest bar in town. All the men are old and scrubby. Desperately I open tinder and swipe through. My decision is met with a young guy named Kyle Thomas. I'll probably get catfished but it can't be as bad as the guys here. The guy arrives, he is about in his mid thirties, probably married. That's the irony of being in love, for some one isn't enough. I say zero is enough for me. By the time I actually do start to really care about someone, I usually take that as a warning sign and run. It's been about one hundred and twenty years since I've had an actual boyfriend. Once you become immortal I suppose you have a different outlook on things. Kyle asks me if I'm Chloe then we head to the bathroom. He's tall and skinny and wearing glasses. Not a catfish, just really good at taking pictures. After we finish I leave the bathroom without saying a word. The old "roughies" in the bar check me out one last time. Madeline waited outside for me. "This bar makes me uncomfortable she says" as we walk home. "Sorry" I reply.

I walk Madeline to her boyfriend's place on levin avenue. He is waiting in the lobby seemingly pacing back and forth. Madeline let's out a sigh. "Are you okay?" I ask. "I'll be fine" she says and goes to walk in the building. I grab her shoulder. "Is he hitting you again? Don't lie to me." "No" she responds. I can tell she's lying but at this point I'm too tired to cause a scene. Instead I waited for her to get inside and began to walk home. I seen a cop had someone pulled over up the street by the Fifth Street sign. "Excuse me officer. I don't mean to interrupt but my friend live in that apartment" I said and pointed out. "She's in apartment room 208 and I have reason to believe that she's being abused by her boyfriend could you please just check on her after your finished dealing with this?" " I can knock on her I check my mail to see if anyone is home" he said, then proceeded to ramble on about a hotline to call for abuse and gave me the number. I was only half listening. I get home about fifteen minutes later. I check the mail, only one paper. A letter from Bogs. "Still old fashioned I see."

Everything else was missing from my mail but Bogs letter, which means the nosy neighbors stole my mail again. I know this because it has happened before. They always give me the mail back out of the envelope. It's their deal, they just can't keep their nose out of my shit. I walk over and knock on their door. She is unresponsive. It's officially eleven-thirty at night. I pound on the door. She literally takes like five minutes before she opens the door. "What do you want? Don't you know people sleep this time of night!" She speaks in an irritated tone. "Where's my mail?" "It can't wait till morning?" She replies. "No Karen, it can't." "It's Carol" she responds, then practically throws a tantrum will going to grab the mail. She walks back with the mail, throws it into my hands, then slams the door shut. I go back to my house and open Bogs's letter.

"My dearest Chloe, I regret to inform you that the vizier is angry for random killings by a rogue group of succubus who call themselves "The Eden Elites," Whatever that means. Hell on earth has been unleashed here. Be careful and write me if you hear or see anything suspicious." Signed your dearest, Bogs. Bogs has been a friend of mine for quite some time now. He's also the vizier's brother. He also used to be a pirate, which means he's been around for a really long time. That explains why he writes letters instead of using an actual phone. He always says he "doesn't believe in it." At this point I am tired however and go upstairs to sleep.

It's dark upstairs but I've never been afraid of the dark. I walk to my bedroom and plop on my bed. I pass out almost immediately at around the hour of one o'clock a.m. I wake up at some point later that night. I check my phone to see it's three-thirty in the morning. I get up and go downstairs for a drink. I usually don't stay in bed if I wake up in the middle of the night. You know they say if you wake in the middle of your slumber it's because someone is watching you, and I'm extremely superstitious. Do I have a reason not to be?