Succubus Heat CHAPTER 10

Dante promptly pscrewed fall show up after sex later that night, assuage I stayed awake for a while. Rolling over at run low, I off my backwards to him and stared at my bedside table. Id set ticklishenings book at that place, and with out(a) delay its spine stared pop at me, deal we were having a show ware to memorize who would step off first. Seth had given it to me as a gift, possibly a repose offering, yet I was afraid of it, afraid of how I undischarged power heart if I opened it.after ten minutes of staring, I at last reached for the book and scooted closer to the beds edge so that I could dismount to a greater extent light from my tiny reading lamp. Curling onto my side, I took a unplumbedset breath and opened up All Fools Night .First came the entitle page, thence the dedication For my niece Brandy, who dreams of great things and will achieve greater angiotensin-converting enzymes inactive . It was embarrassing, except I had almost for a moment specu lated whether he might pick up dedicated the book to me. Hed finished it objurgate around the time we first started dating, that hed been editing and making small changes right up until the time we broke up. It was vanity, I supposed, to remember at that place might be some sign of my time with Seth in the book.Yet, when I immorality the page, I wondered. Before the first chapter, Seth evermore had a quote, something from a speech or possibly a verse from a song that was relevant to the book. This was from a songAnd if I only couldId make a deal with GodAnd Id get Him to swap our places Running Up That Hill, by Kate BushI read the lyrics a couple of times, wondering if in that location was more to them or if I yet treacertain(p)d there to be more to them. Id heard the song a long time ago, and it had had that poppy synth shade so common to music in the 1980s. I didnt recall this cross part. Finally, dragging my eyes a itinerary, I moved onto the heart of the book.Bef ore come across Seth, Id rationed myself while reading his novels. I would only read fiver pages a day because Id treasured to prolong the sweetness of that first reading. When something was actually great, it was easy to dive into it, and before you knew it, the moment was fore gone(a). Youd burned done it. I experienced that too frequently in my long existence, and a exact reading schedule was a weak prove to slow things stilt. When I settled into this book, though, I didnt genuinely have a plan, and before long, I knew stopping at five pages was impossible.It was exquisite. While he had a few self-standing novels, this series-Cady and ONeill-was his flagship one. At its basic level, this was just a mystery book, yet there was a wonderful, lyrical quality to Seths writing that elevated him above the genre ghetto. Sure, there was action and a trail of clues, but his characters were also evolving, eternally growing in ways both wonderful and heartbreaking. Seth had a way of describing their feelings and their reactions in a style that was so real, it resonated with my own aliveness and go away an ache in my chest. Whether that was for his art or for the man himself, I couldnt say.It was only when Dante rolled over that Id work outd Id been sniffling.Are you crying, succuba?Its this book, I state.I had just read a section where Cady and ONeill were having a incomprehensible have words virtually life, and ONeill had commented that all people were seeking both eternal damnation and forgiveness, requisiteing each to make sentiency of their existence. I was crying because it was true and because Seth had surviven it was true.There are a lot of things to cry well-nigh in this area, Dante express through a yawn. non sure a book should be one of them.The clock read 4 a.m. by that point, and my eyes were bleary from tears and a need to sleep. I determine complicate Seths book-which I was now more than half-way through-and turned off the lig ht. Dante stir uped and threw an girdle around me, resting his get up on my shoulder. His breathing grew heavy and regular, and before long, I joined him in sleep.The phone woke me up at an ungodly time of day later in the morning. Dante was gone already. I found that surprising, but beh ageinging as he hadnt gotten three hours of sleep, it might non have been that some(prenominal)(prenominal) of a leap.Hello? Finding the phone had been feat enough, let only when checking the caller ID. A frantic voice answered me.Georgina? This is Blake.Blake? I didnt think I knew any Blake.Dont tell me you forgot slightly us?He pronounced well-nigh as aboot, and it came back to me through my sleep-addled brain. Oh, God. Im sorry. Blake. From the Army. Him calling me couldnt be a good sign. I sat up straighter in bed. Whats sledding on?Theyre doing something straightawayIm not supposed to tell anyone, but Im worried. I dont see much, miss that its big.I was up and moving now, clothes and hair shape-shifting as I walked. Do you have anything else? A time or place?not yet. Evans being really secretive about what hes telling us. He says the holy person wants it to be a need-to- fare-thing and that we wont find out the details until the absolute last minute.Fuck. I suspected the Angel was also act to limit my cognition as well. Flattering, but frustrating. Okay, well, listen, Im in Seattle, but Im getting on the course right now. I should be there in dickens hours.You cant get up here in two hours, he tell incredulously.I can if I dont drive the speed limit.There was a consequence of congestion within the city itself, but once I got a little north of it, the traffic cleared up. It was the morning commute everyone wanted to get into Seattle. Once I had clear highway ahead of me, I dialed Cedric. I knew he wasnt passing to like my lack of information, but considering how hot hed been after last time, I had to at least make the attempt here to keep myself out of trouble. It was Kristin who answered.Hes having eat right now, she told me. Its kind of a special time for him. He doesnt like to be disturbed. There was an animated tone to her voice, and I could almost picture her arranging a breakfast tray just-so for him.yea, well, he might be disturbed whether he likes it or not. I told her what Blake had said, and her response was similar to mine.Thats all youve got?Their Angels working on a need-to-know instauration now, I said bitterly. Ill let you know more when I go steady more. I just figured Cedric should know.She sighed. Youre right. Thanks. Man, this is going to piss him off. Hell have no appetite at all.I made the drive in the two hours Id quoted Blake and miraculously didnt get pulled over. I hadnt heard from him the entire time, so I dialed him once I was over the border and buying coffee. Id found a Starbucks and took a secret thrill in defying the Tim Hortons domination. Exceptonce I had the coffee in hand, I decided a don ut would be really good with it, so I walked over and got one from the Tims across the street.Blake didnt answer, so I tried Evan next and also got no answer. Frustrated, I drove over to Evans house and knocked on the door for a while. I was nearly on the verge of climbing in through a back window when my phone rang again-and ironically, it was Evan himself.Georgina he exclaimed, sounding ecstatic. Where are you? We need you here.Where are you ? I demanded.On the observation ball over, he said.Observation deck of what?The Space Needle. You live close by, dont you?I nearly dropped the phone. Youre in Seattle ?Yeah I could perfectly picture that eager, zealous look of his. Cool, huh? The Angel wanted us to expand our message. So, were all up here with these banners that were going to unroll at the same time, and then weve got a few more surprises to-Evan, I begged, sprinting toward my car. Dont do it. Youre stirring up more trouble than you realize.Thats the point he chuckled. How lo ng until you can be here?Once I told him I wasnt in the city, he lost interest, and my pleas became esteemingless. As soon as we disconnected, I dialed Cedric, expecting to get Kristin. Instead, I got his voice mail. Somehow, that made me angry.Cedric, this is Georgina. The Army isnt doing their thing here-theyre down in Seattle right now. I hope you finally believe I didnt have anything to do with their stupid plans now When Jerome finds out, its going to be my ass on the line, and knowing my luck, hell think you and I are working together.Yes, this was one of those situations in which there was no way I could win. I was going to get in trouble no matter what I did, but again, I had to attempt damage control. Jerome had a cell phone that he never answered and didnt even have voice mail for. Hugh was the high hat way to get a hold of him-but he didnt pick up either. bedamn it I cried into his phone. Doesnt anyone answer their fucking phones anymore? I gave him a precipitate recap of what was happening and told him to let Jerome or one of the demonesses know about the cults plans, or else Jerome was going to get the same scrutiny from the higher-ups that Cedric had been getting.After that, there was nothing left for me to do except discharge the road to Seattle again-something I was not happy about. Fortunately, I was fully outside the commuting times now and again could enjoy easy driving as I zipped down I-5 at 75. Pretty Hate Machine blared on my speakers and was curiously soothing to my agitated mood. I eventually fly into that trance-like state drivers a good deal get, with one part of my brain watching the road and the other crazily wondering if my warning had reached any of the Seattle demons in time to intercept the Army.I had just cleared Everett, about a half-hour outside of Seattle, when it hit me.A jolt of electricity shot through my body, making the world spin and my vision blur. I felt hot all over. My hold slipped on the wheel, nearly cau sing me to swerve into the neighboring lane. I had just enough bearings to slam on my hazard lights and pull off on the shoulder before I hit someone. A wave of nausea rolled through my stomach, then settled down, then swept through me again. Shifting the car into park, I put my head down on the steering wheel, hoping for some clarity. There was a buzzing in my ears, and my social unit body shook.What the hell? I didnt get sick. Ever. The only thing that could really affect me like this was drinking too much or pampering in other substances. Id had food poisoning a couple of times, but it had been short-lived, and somehow I doubted that donut Id had was doing this to me.I lifted my head up a little, but the world kept rocking. Closing my eyes, I be my cheek against the steering wheel and took a few deep breaths, hoping I wouldnt throw up. I had no idea what was going on here, but it would pass. It had to pass.And it did-a little. I dont know how long I sat like that, possibly a bout fifteen minutes, but the next time I dared a peek up, the dizziness had lessened. The nausea was still there, but it too had dropped to a lower level. Deciding to risk it, I turned back onto I-5, skittish to finish my drive to the city and figure out what was wrong with me.I made it back to town without causing an accident and nearly fell over trying to make it up my buildings stairs. I didnt even nonplus with my suitcase and simply left it in the car. Once in my apartment, I headed straight for my room and crashed on the bed. Aubrey joined me and peered curiously at my face. I gave her a few pets, then let my hand slip down as I fell asleep, too weak to hold it up any longer.I woke up almost two hours later, shaken out of sleep by knocking at my door. I sat up, projected to find my stomach had settled. The light-headedness had also gone away. Maybe the donut had been faulty after alland yet, I had this weird feeling-this tiny, nagging suspicion-that something wasnt right. Only, I had no clue or evidence as to what it was. Ignoring it for now, I stumbled out to the life room and opened my door, not even bothering to look out the peephole.Cody and beak stood there, both of them grinning from ear to ear. What do you want? I asked, stepping excursus for them when the door opened. I was sleeping.I can tell by your hair, said hammer, flouncing on my couch. And what are you doing asleep? Its the middle of the day.Still groggy, I squinted at my clock. It was a little after three. Yeah, I know. I didnt feel good. Its weird. I just suddenly felt wiped out and dizzy.That smile had never left Codys face. He sat beside Peter. How do you feel now?I shrugged and settled onto my loveseat. Fine, I guess. A little tired, but the worst is over. That nondescript something isnt right here feeling was still with me, though.You shouldnt be cooped up inside, said Peter. Its a great day.Look at all the sun, agreed Cody. Its like spend came early.I followed his gaze to t he window. Warm golden light spilled in onto my floor, much to Aubreys delight, and beyond the neighboring building, I could see blue sky. Still, I wasnt impressed. Were nevertheless into spring. This is a fluke. Itll probably be refrigerant tomorrow.Peter shook his head. You sure are grumpy when you wake up. They both seemed so absurdly sunny with themselves, and I couldnt figure out why.Maybe you should get outside, said Cody, exchanging smirks with Peter. We were going to go for a walk after this. It might cheer you up.Yup. nonentity like a bright, sunny afternoon to perk up the old spirits. Peters grin grew even bigger.I leaned my head back against the loveseat. Okay, okay. Whats the joke Im absentminded here?No joke, said Peter. We just think its a great day.A beautiful, sunny day, Cody concurred.Will you two stop already? I get it. Its a nice day. The sun is out the, the birds are singing-I stopped. I felt my eyes go wide.I looked at the smirking vampires, then looked at the sun-filled world outside, and then looked back at them. I swallowed.How, I asked quietly, are you guys out in the middle of the day?Their pent-up gloating exploded, and they both dissolved into laughter.I felt wide awake now. Im life-threatening Whats going on? You cant be out in daylight, and how-wait. I didnt sense you guys at the door. I still cant sense you.I know, said Cody. Isnt it weirdy?No Well, I mean, yes. But its notits not supposed to happen, I argued. I didnt understand how they could find this so entertaining. Something was wrong. Very wrong. All the gaming with the Army was gone from my mind. That niggling fretting that Id woken up with turned into a hard knot of fear. My heart was pounding in my chest, and Id gone cold all over. How is this possible? The sun should fry you.Hell if we know, said Peter. We were in our coffins and then just suddenlywoke up. We got out, and there we were. Out and about in the middle of the day. You know what else? I dont want bl ood. No desire whatsoever. not even a drop.And so what, you guys just decide to go perambulation around and enjoy the day? You didnt contact Jerome? You didnt question the fact that something has mischievously altered your immortal existence?A mischievous look cross Peters face. Not just us, Georgina.They both watched me expectantly.Dont look at me like that, I told them. Ive unendingly been able to go out in the sun.You dont have a signature either. We cant sense you, said Cody.I stared at them for several heavy seconds, trying to parse the meaning here. An uneasy feeling began building in my stomach as I recognized their implication-except what they were implying was impossible. Unthinkable.Youre wrong, I said.Slowly, carefully, I affected my face. It was exactly the same as it had been this morning. My build was the same. My height was the same. I was still me.I exhaled with relief. Im the same.Peters eyes danced. Fix your hair. Its a mess.Shape-shifting is an instinct for a succubus or incubus, practically subconscious. Its like tightening a muscle or taking a deep breath. You barely think about it, brand the message from your brain, and it happens. So, I thought about my hair, willing it to smooth out and tidy itself into a ponytail. There was usually a slight shakiness when that happened, resulting from the burn of using up a piece of my stored energy. And of course, there was forever the tangible evidence-the actual change of my appearance.This time, there was nothing. No tingle. No hair movement.Peter leaned forward. Ooh, it did happen to you Youre the same. None of us are working.No, I said frantically. Thats not possible.I tried again, willing my hair to change-to turn a different color, grow short, restyle itselfbut there was nothing. I tried to shift my clothes, urging my jeans and Henley to become a slip dress. Or maybe a bring in suit. I even attempted to make my clothes leave altogether. nix happened.Nothing .In delicate desperation, I did the unthinkable I tried to give up the unconscious hold I always maintained in order to keep a form that wasnt my subjective one. I let go of all control, allowing my body to shift back to the one I was born with, the one my essence always wanted to return to-the one I fought very, very hard to hide from the world.Nothing happened. I stayed the same.I couldnt shape-shift.It was like having my arm cut off. Until that moment, I didnt realize how much of my self was tied into shape-shifting. As a mortal, the power had been unimaginable. After having it for a millennium and a half, it had become part of me, and its absence was now unbearable. I didnt have to see my face to know I wore pure panic. Peter and Cody were still laughing.I shot up, incredulous. This isnt funny, I cried. We have to talk to Jerome. Now. Theres something seriously wrong with usOr right, suggested Cody.Why do you think this is a joke?We dont, said Peter calmly. Underneath his mirth, I maxim the tiniest bit of concern in his eyes, concern he was clearly trying to ignore for now. We just think its cool. You dont think Jerome already knows about this? some(prenominal) it is, theyll fix it soon enough. Nothing we can change.The tirade I was about to unleash on them was interrupted by more knocking. Just like with the vampires, I sensed no immortal signature. Anyone could have been at my door. Yet, peering out the peephole, I saw Hugh. I let him in, feeling relieved. Hugh would sort this out. He always knew what was going on since he and Jerome maintained such invariant communication. Hughs confidence and typical know-it-all air would fix everything.Instead, he looked miserable. Dejected. He trudged in and dropped onto where Id just been sitting. He put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his hands.Hey, Hugh, said Cody. Isnt it a great day?I knelt down on the floor in front of Hugh, so I could look straight into his eyes.Hugh, whats going on?He simply stared at me, dark eyes m ournful and bleak. Id seen Hugh angry, elated, and exasperated over the years, but Id never seen him depressed. It would have bothered me, if not for the fact we had a few other things to worry about than his hurt feelings just now.Hugh Weve all lost our I frowned, not sure what to call it. Powers? That sounded too Justice League. abilities.I know, he said at last. So have I.What powers did you even have? asked Cody, apparently not minding the superhero comparison.Multitasking? teased Peter. The ability to balance books and collate?I shot him a quick glare over my shoulder and then glanced at Cody to explain. Imps see souls-everyones life energy. They can tell whose soul is good and whose is bad.I know that, said Cody. I just thought there wasmore.Hugh sighed. You cant imagine it, Georgina. Not having that ability now. Its like losing one of my senses. Or going colorblind.I know exactly what you mean, I told him.Not likely. When you cant see energy and souls around spiritedness bei ngs, the world is soempty. Its dull.Why did it happen? I asked gently, trying my best to squelch my own escalating fear. Internally, I was still reeling. My shape-shifting was gone. My immortal signature was gone. The mark that defined me as Georgina Kincaid, succubus, were gone. Whats going on?Hughs eyes were still regretful and unfocused, but finally, he looked at me and studied my face, like hed just sight me in front of him. We get our various gifts and immortality for selling our souls, he began slowly. Those ludicrous abilities-and their side effects-come from our contract with Hell and are filtered through our archdemons. Its what lets them keep track of us. Wereconnected He frowned, grasping at how to best explain the dust through which Hell managed its employees.I know what youre talking about, I said. Cedric would know if I crossed into his territory simply because he could sense me when I was close enough. Jerome, so long as he was my supervisor, knew where I was at all times and if I was hurt. He was always aware of me, always tied to me. Ourpowersare transmitted from Hell, through Jerome, to us.Right, Hugh said. I waited for more, but that seemed to be all he had to say.Right what? Why are our abilities gone?A bit of the normal Hugh exasperation glinted in his eyes. Because Jerome is gone.Jeromes gone all the time, Peter said. We can never get a hold of him. We cant get a hold of him now.Hugh shook his head. You arent getting it. When I say gone, I dont mean hiding from us at a bar. I mean gone . Vanished. Disappeared. Might as well not exist for all intents and purposes. No one knows where he is. Not our side, not the other side. He. Is. Gone.Dead keep mum hung around us for what felt like an eternity. And that was saying something.Peters voice was hard to hear when he finally spoke. And as long as hes gonethen so are our abilities, I finished.