Soldier or Saint - The Watcher
She is drawn to him
Supernatural, horror with a touch of erotica
The story begins in part 1
Standing in the deep shadows at the side of the street, I watch him walk down the road. Tall, confident I can feel his energy. He is powerful, maybe too powerful but I feel myself drawn to him. I follow him, keeping close to the shop fronts, hidden in the shadows where possible.
People strolled past in the opposite direction. I am wearing tight faded jeans and a white halter-necked top but none of the men gawk at me. No one notices me. It is an ability the succubus side deep within me gives me, the ability to hide in plain sight.
I come to a road junction and step into the sunshine to cross. The man stops, turns and looks at me. I can feel his gaze, he is seeing me, penetrating my cloak. When I enter the shadows on the other side of the road, he turns and continues his unhurried walk.
I stop, unsure what to do next. I can feel the hunger burning inside me, my other self needs to feed. Not now, I say inside my head and turn down a narrow street. There is a cafe on the left with a few tables perched precariously on the narrow pavement. I will feed my human self in an effort to quell the other’s pangs.
I let the cloak fall away and sit down at one of the tables. A waiter appears almost instantly. The expression on his face suggested he is not going to miss the opportunity to serve a woman who looks like me. He is young and handsome and the other self stirs but I push her back down. No, not now, we will hunt tonight.
As I sit eating arancini and sipping a limonata I become aware of footsteps behind me. Not the usual beat of human feet, these are different, heavier and then a shadow falls over me.
“Mind if I join you?” He says.
Without waiting for an answer he slips into the chair opposite.
I look at him and bite into another rice ball. He has one of those faces that looks as if it could belong to a Greek statue, no not Greek, they were a little effeminate, maybe Roman. His short, dark hair has a military cut but is a little longer as if he had left and let it grow.
“So, you have a human side,” he says as he watches me eat.
“Pardon,” I incline my head as if I had misheard him.
“You’re eating.”
“Don’t people do that?” I ask.
“Yes,” he smiles but his face hardens as he leans forward. “But there is a part of you that feeds in a different way.”
The waiter appeared at the man’s elbow. I smile, it had taken him several minutes to rouse himself to serve the man whilst with me he had been there immediately.
“Coffee,” the man says.
“Americano,” the waiter sounds almost sarcastic.
“Si,”
“Who are you?” I ask.
The waiter brings his coffee and disappears back into the shadows of the cafe.
“I may be your protector or your nemesis.”
“Why would I need a protector?”
“My name is Alexandre,” he leans forward and holds out his hand.
Instinctively I shake it but his strong grip tightens and I feel a tingling in my palm and up my arm as if a charge is flowing between us.
“What is your name?” he asks.
“Gabrielle,” I say before I can stop myself.
“A religious name. You are the light,” he smiles but his eyes remain fixed on mine. “And what is your darker side called?”
“You are one of us?” My other self has started to rise to the surface and I try to pull away but he holds me firmly.
“Ciara.”
“And does she hunt humans?” he asks.
“No,” I wriggled.
“Do you feed on them?
“Yes.”
“And do they die?”
“No, she - I stop her before that.”
Alexandre releases my hand and I jerk it back.
“Who are you? I ask again “Or rather, what are you?”
“I am a little like you, but only a small part of me is inherited from the ancient time, whereas you, I think you are half human, half succubus.”
I nod.
“And you are a blend, a half breed, to put it bluntly. You are one being, not a human with a succubus parasite.”
I nod again. “So what are you going to do?”
He sits back and sips his coffee. “Don’t worry, if I was going to banish your succubus side I would not have revealed myself to you until it was too late.
“And that would kill my human half.”
“It would.” He stands up. “As long as you continue only to feed on what humans are more than willing to give you, you are safe from me.” He looks down at me. “In fact, where I can I will protect you.”
He turns to walk away.
“Wait,” I call. “Will I see you again?”
He turns his head, looks over his shoulder at me and smiles.
Author’s note:
Soldier or Saint is one of my wandering serials; it wanders around and I wonder where it is going. Not completely true; I know where it is going but I am not sure how it is going to get there. It will probably spend more time in the horror genre than the erotic and publication dates may be a little erratic as the characters work out what to do next.
Whether you love it or hate it, comments and suggestions are always welcome.
In the meantime explore more of my erotic horror stories.
Supernatural Collection
Vengeful spirits, fallen angels and ravenous succubae. Sometimes these stories veer into the realms of horror, sometimes they are intensely erotic.
Of course I’m in the love it 😻 category! Let me chew on directions- I might get an idea but it’s fascinating thus far
And a-wandering this surely is.... I know you're doing a proprietary thing with these, but even from a horror POV, I'm not sure about these "split-decision" beings Simone. Incubi and succubae are demons by nature (i.e., fallen angels)--they're also 100% spirit, so they're sexless/genderless. They can assume whatever guise they want, however--the ultimate end of course securing the damnation of the victim. They don't have DNA, nor do they "pass down" into families--there's a set number of demons, who were originally 1/3 of the angelic population of Heaven who sided with Lucifer--God kicked them all out of course, but they kept all their powers, including immortality and rank (medieval grimoires are heavy into this--with their dukes, lords, princes, and what not of Hell, all reflective of where they stood in Heaven). Closest thing in the lore would be diabolical possession of the "perfect" type, where the possessed subject is a practicing occultist or consecrated satanic devotee, who's actually given their body and soul over to a malevolent entity freely to advance the cause of Evil--such people are extremely rare, but have been known. Tradition has them (generally) as very powerfully placed, cold, calculating, Machiavellian types--the Hannibal Lecters of the world, beyond any exorcistic intervention. A Holy Warrior like Alexandre could probably take one down with the proper weaponry, but as you pointed out earlier, he operates with a different "sword," which doesn't square with a horror narrative, unless it was a parody of some sort. Yes, I know I'm being a total pain, but I'm serious about my demonology!😊