It all came back to me and I felt as if I had been hit by a tidal wave. And she was right, her images, both of them are now etched forever in my mind. The sweet sexy, green eyed Alex, and the succubus she became before my eyes. I knew one thing, I wanted, no needed, to live the experience again and again.
I googled "Succubus" and found hundreds of hits on the subject. Mythical creatures who will enter a mans dreams in order to have sex with him, take his semen in order become impregnated and reproduce. A succubus in this condition requires a tremendous amount of energy during her 12 week gestation period. She also draws from the human male, this needed energy, and will stop at nothing to get it. Even if it means draining the life out of him completely, which is often times the case.
If she finds a man who survives the initial encounter, she will repeatedly seek him out, since his energy level is high enough to satisfy her needs. She also knows however that with each repeated encounter, the possibility of him surviving dwindles.
I awoke Sunday morning from another deep sleep, my body still recovering from Friday night. I could not get her off my mind. I was possessed by her. I was afraid of what might happen if she were to return, and yet I was even more afraid that she would never return, and there would be an intense void in my life, if I were never to experience her again.
I left my house as I needed to replenish my vitamins and nutritional supplements I use (which probably contributed to my energy levels) from a local shop run by an old Shaman, his shop was always well stocked with healing herbs and natural medications.
I stocked up on what I needed, as I was leaving he said:
"Be careful young man, you are possessed by a demon, I felt it the moment you walked in, I know of it, what it is, and what it means to you. I know you will not accept my help now as it is all so new to you and you want to explore it more, but as I said, be careful."
I turned and left, he was right, I needed to be with her again and there is no way I wanted help. Not yet anyway. On my way home I walked by Charlie's house, he was outside trimming his hedges and I stopped to say hello.
"Hey Charlie, how are ya? Listen I want to apologize to you for what happened in the bar Friday night, I should have had your back and not let her just take your seat." He looked at me all confused.
"What are you talking about Pete? I was there on Friday night, I never saw you or whoever "she" was. You feeling okay buddy, you don't look so hot?"
I stood there a moment trying to gather my thoughts, trying to focus on what he just said.
"Pete?"
"Oh sorry man, I haven't been feeling well these last two days, I gotta go."
I ran to my house, my mind going in circles, I slammed the door closed and then stood there my back against the door.
"Okay" I said to no one, "What the hell does this mean? Was it all a dream, If Charlie hadn't seen me at the bar then what the fuck...?"
Then, after a moment or two it came to me, the scent of musty sweet perfume, her perfume. Could it be? I dropped the bag of vitamins on the floor and slowly walked towards the living room.
"Alex?"
"In here my pet. Come to me." I heard her say, not through my ears but from inside my head.
As I entered the room, I could see the top of her head,her hair shimmering in the glow of light emanating from the fireplace before her she was seated in a high back chair, silhouetted in a darkened room, lit only by the fireplace.
Again, without speaking she said "Come, kneel before me."