• When the footsteps of Mr. Dee died away and we heard the elevator ding, we came out of the closet. My legs were shaking a bit, but I could still walk. Conall and I went back down to the cafeteria in silence. I sat down at my table with my friends. Conall left the school, however, he did it rather reluctantly.
    Lunch passed by slowly. My friends chatted and ate to their heart's content. I ate nothing. I had lost my appetite back on the third floor. I gave my food to my friends. They made sure I didn't want it before I gave it to them. Finally the bell rang for us to go to class, and my stomach hurt like hell.
    In science class, I laid my head on the table and closed my eyes, my mind drifting off to thoughts I hadn't thought of before. I was a succubus. Didn't that mean my parents were of the same race as me? Didn't that mean that my mother was a succubus and my dad and incubus? Or was I adopted? These thoughts caused me to have a headache and I raised my hand. The teacher called on me.
    "May I go to the office? I don't feel so well." I asked, holding one hand to my head.
    The teacher nodded and said I could go. She gave me a note stating my reason for being in the office and then I left. I walked down to the office, feeling horrible. I then gave the lady at the office my note and she allowed me to lay down in a dark, cold room with some chairs and something like a bed to sleep on. I laid down. It was cold and lumpy and uncomfortable. Why couldn't it be something like a feather bed with fluffy pillows? With silken blankets of vivid colors and a canopy? A perfect bed for a night of erotic antics!
    At that last thought I shook my head vigorously. What was I thinking?! Don't tell me I'm beginning to think like a succubus too! I thought, my head hurting. I curled myself up into a ball. I just wanted to be alone so that I could think. I wanted out of this school! I wanted to stay away from my house! I wanted to get away from everything!

    Eventually, I had stayed in the office so long that the office called my mom at work and she picked me up. I took my stuff out of my locker and we walked out to the car in the cold, winter air. I quickly put my backpack in the backseat and then I sat next to it. My mom got into the front seat.
    The ride home was only a few minutes, but it felt like hours. The moments dragged on, the pain in my head building. When we got home, I clumsily stumbled up to my room, shut the door with an audible creak, and gratefully flopped onto my bed. I laid there quietly, like nothing would ever happen. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

    I was in a room filled with pillows and blankets. They were draped over practically everything, the chairs, the sofas, the bed, basically everything. They were all silken and soft to the touch. There was a tall, crystal mirror in front of me. I looked into it. I was garbed in a pink, silken nightgown. It was long and there was lace at the hem. It was sleeveless and one of the straps hung off the shoulder. To be honest, it appeared a little too big on me.
    I felt like I wasn't the only one in the room. There was just some presence that I felt behind me. I turned to find a naked man sitting on a chair right behind me. I gasped and turned around, covering my face.
    "I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean to walk in on you like this! I'll just go now!" I apologized sheepishly and made to run out of the room. But I was grabbed by the man and thrown onto the bed before I could leave. I gulped nervously. What the hell was going on?
    The man moved his hand to the strap of the nightgown I wore and started pulling it down. I gritted my teeth in anger and kicked him as hard I could right in the balls. It was FREEZING!!!
    How could a guy's d**k possibly be so damn cold?! I thought my foot was gonna stick there. He grinned devilishly and lifted the bottom of my nightgown.
    "YOU ARE SUCH A PERVERT! RAPIST! I DON'T WANNA LOSE MY VIRGINITY! I'M ONLY THIRTEEN!" I yelled angrily. I punched him in the jaw. It didn't seem to hurt him. Didn't hurt me either. He chuckled.
    "Feisty little succubus, aren't you now?" he said, holding my face by the chin.

    Suddenly, I woke up with a start. I sat up and held my head in my hands. What the hell was that?