Sorry this is taking so long. I have had so many unexpected things happen over the last few months. Also, I am still unsure of the direction of this story which makes it hard to write, even when I do have time. I am trying to avoid falling into what I call "Batman Syndrome", which is when the character is surviving when he should quite obviously be dead. I also have to watch out for the reverse of this, "Superman Syndrome", which is when the character is obviously superior to the enemy that it isn't fun to read at all.
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What to do, what to do? This is not an easy decision for me at all. I know what most guys would do in my position: fuck Desiree at the nearest opportunity to do so. I want to that as well; trust me every fiber of my being is just waiting to jump at her. However, I was trained to remove my thoughts from the influences of my body, be they, pain, soreness, illness, or lust. If I do this with her then I will be spending the foreseeable eternity with her and I have to be one hundred percent sure that is what I want.
These are the thoughts that consume my mind on the way home. The indecision really irks me because there are few things I hate more than indecisiveness. Most decisions are just not worth the time and effort people put into them. This one is different as it will definitely change my life in ways I may not have even thought of. Being brutally honest with myself, I have to admit that I want her. Badly. I have only had sex once and didn't even really get to enjoy it because the girl turned into a raving lunatic ten seconds after I penetrated.
I know that sex with her would be amazing. How could it not? She is half succubus and there are precious few individuals who could hope to compete with a succubus when it comes to sex.
Sex aside, would it work? From what I could sense, she is not as strong as me, but then pretty much no one our age is. I think that she's strong enough to run with me though and if she isn't then I will make damn sure she gets to be. She is smart. Even though I pretended otherwise with her, I had pretty much always known how smart she is. She is also sneaky and cunning. She would have to be to escape my notice for as long as we had known each other and tail me on top of that. Overall I guess I can see it working.
However, I am not the type to just jump into something. I have to find a way to test her and I know just the thing. Within minutes I park my car in the garage provided by our apartment building and make my way to the top. My father rents the top two floors so we have them all to ourselves. The right wing on the top floor are my quarters and they consist of my bedroom, dojo, armory, and relaxation room. I drop the staffs from my dead attackers in the armory and go to the dojo.
I stand in the middle and clear my throat. With a fluidity that no creature with a vertebrae could accomplish, my shadow detaches itself and flows upward until it is standing upright. For those of you confused right now, it isn't my actual shadow; that is still connected to my feet. It is instead a shadow golem.
There are many, many types of golems; fire, water, air, earth, ice, flesh, cloud, lightning, nature, lava, just to name a few. Basically a golem is created by gathering the desired element into a container of some sort. Since mine is shadow no gathering was needed since it is always attached to me anyways. Then a piece of the soul of its master is imbued into it to give it life and power. The power of the golem is a reflection of the power of the soul used to create it. This is an oversimplification of the process but you got the general idea. Mine was made as a gift for my tenth birthday by a shaman conjurer my father had hired. I named him Shade (stop your bitching about the name, I was ten).
Since golems are created with a piece of the master's soul their personalities also reflect the master. So Shade knows exactly what I want and without further ado, leaps at me. Shadow golems are difficult to fight since you can't actually get ahold of them. Pretty much the only way to harm them is magic or a weapon that emits light of the perfect intensity, so they make excellent sparring partners. You can't harm them and unless they want to, they can't harm you.
As I mentioned earlier, I have mastered a wide variety of martial arts. This is not quite true though. If tested I could get above a black belt in each and every one of them but I never trained that much for them. Instead my father taught me the basics of each one; the stances, blocks, strikes and so on and so forth. He then sparred with me for many hours every day until I created my own style that is an amalgamation of the others with a few of my own personal moves thrown in. The result is quite impressive if I do say so myself. It is versatile and flexible, accounting for combat in small spaces, armed opponents while unarmed myself, opponents of superior strength, speed, or both, and pretty much any other scenario. Not to say it's perfect; my dad still kicks my ass every time we spar but each time he ends up more limping than walking away while I lay on the mat waiting for my body to recover.
Shade's attack is swift and lethal with a quick spin kick to the side of my head. I bend backwards and twist into a capoeira-style spinning kick that he dodges effortlessly. He retaliates with a palm strike to my solar plexus and I grab his slightly solid wrist try to put a lock on it but he manages to slip away. Our sparring session continues for the next hour with neither able to gain the advantage. I am the more capable combatant, of course, but Shade makes an excellent partner.
At the end of our session Shade reattaches himself to my shadow and I make my way to my room. I meditate for the rest of the night and open my eyes to the new day.
Seven forty-five sees me standing by the entrance to the school, watching the hordes of students enter. When my eyes catch Desiree walking in my hand flits to her arm and pulls her out of the throng. She looks at me with no surprise as if she had expected that. Without saying anything, I let go and walk away. As expected her footsteps fall into sync next to mine and off we go. I take her to the football field which I knew would be deserted this early in the morning. Once in the middle of the field I stop and turn to her piercing blue stare.
"So what's your decision?" she asks with the tiniest bit of nervousness that I can only detect due to my supernatural ears. I stare her into her eyes for a minute before speaking. "I have decided that I want you with me." She starts jumping and squealing at that so I cut her off with, "however my life is not going to be easy for the next few years at the least. So if we mate together I have to be sure that you can handle it." Her bubbliness disappear and she scrutinizes me for a second before asking, "And what did you have in mind for a test exactly?"
