Song Of The Succubus

Song of the Succubus

However, it didn't last long. Giving a frustrated sigh, he started to mutter- just loud enough for her to hear. I should have been able to find something other than the ring, but I couldn't. I'm just not sure what to think anymore- I've run all possibilities through my head and I still can't come up with a straight answer. Why did this have to happen? Why now of all times?! He growled angrily, glaring down towards his hands in his lap. He instantly felt guilty as he felt Sally back away from him slowly in fright, but he was relieved as he felt her put her hand back on his shoulder.

I'm feeling the same way as you are right now. However, the most we can do is hold onto each other for support. We'll get through this- I know we will. The echidna smiled in spite of himself, and cast a grateful look to his friend. The ground squirrel smiled at him and, giving his shoulder a last pat, she got up and exited the hut, leaving the guardian alone with his thoughts.

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Sighing, Knuckles couldn't think of what to do, except try to get some sleep. He had a long day ahead of him tomorrow- he needed to be refreshed. This in mind, he yawned and turned off the lamp on the nightstand, and buried himself underneath the covers. Sonic sighed, rolling over on his right side. It didn't matter- no matter now soft the mattress was, no matter how fluffy the pillows were, no matter how warm the comforter was- it did no good.

Sleep was futile- it had always been. Ever since that moment with Anais on the bed. At the thought of the beautiful feline, his heart started to pound. Louder, faster, until it was about the only thing he could hear in his head. This was what happened every time she popped into his head, which happened quite frequently nowadays. Quite frankly, she drove him wild. There was just something about her He shook his head impatiently at that thought, getting down to the matter at hand. After all she had told him- about Tails, the Freedom Fighters, Sally- an instant wave of depression had washed over him.

However, that wasn't it. He felt betrayed, used, abused. Of course, he'd been in denial beforehand, ready to argue his point- but then she'd kissed him, and Once again, he sighed, thoughts once more wandering over to the strange, beautiful entity of the young feline who he knew as Anais.

She confused him, she honestly did. He'd just met her three days ago, and she already had this effect on him. Was that supposed to happen? Especially out of the blue like that? He didn't know- wasn't sure what to think anymore. There were all these doubts he'd been having lately. Anais- was she true to him? Was she all she appeared to be? Did she run deeper than that? Was there something she wasn't telling him? It was thoughts like these that ran through his head, tormenting his soul.

Every moment that was added to his life, he'd swear to himself to talk to Anais, interrogate her and find out what she was all about. And then, it would all vanish from his mind once she'd get near him. All the thoughts vanished from his mind, rendering him to a state of burning love and passion. She seemed to put him under a spell, and he wouldn't notice until her presence left him.

Then, it'd be times like this- beating up on himself for acting like a complete idiot, and thinking until his brain hurt. All in all, he just didn't know what to do or how to react. She was tearing him up from the inside out, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Growling in frustration, he gave the pillow a punch with his fist. Just to let out his frustration a bit. Soon, feathers were flying around the room, until the hedgehog collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

Panting slightly, managed to fall under the deep depths of sleep. Anais had both fingers pressed firmly to her temples, her mind locked onto his. She frowned at his inner thoughts. Since she'd drained the very happiness and anger out of him, she'd been keeping an eye on his thoughts- just to see the after-effect it had on him. Judging by what she'd seen so far, this was not what she'd had in mind. He wasn't taking this very well now, though he was when he was around her.

Smiling at the thought, she gently dislodged her mind from his as he drifted off to sleep. Her plan was still working, after all. He'd serve for her true purposes very well. She just had to get him a bit closer this time The next day dawned dreary and gray, with chilly winds and constant rain.

Normally, it was nice when it rained in the forest; the sweet scent of rain mixed with the natural essence of fresh, green plants and rich soil was often rampant throughout the air.

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However, this was not one of those light, warm summer rains; on the contrary, this was a rough, vicious storm, with roaring winds and harsh, pelting rain. Strangely, however, there was one out in the horrible weather, unknownst to anyone else though not for long. The figure was a jet-gray bat who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen.

His long, scarlet hair looked short form the front, but only because it was pulled back; it actually cascaded down to his knees. A pair of frayed, blood-red wings were folded closely against his back, arching gracefully over his back. The thick branches and leaves cast his jet-gray body into seemingly endless shadows, hiding the scars that ran up his torso and making him indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Had one looked hard enough, they would have only seen a pair of pupil-less eyes, glinting like icy blue mirrors in the dawn. He stayed up there, crouched in a position as though he were ready to pounce. The rain and wind would have chilled anyone else to the bone, discouraging them, but he appeared not to notice it, as if it didn't make any difference to him, rain or shine. He looked attentive, keeping an intent eye on the worn dirt path below him. It was as if he was waiting for something All at once, there came a rustling through the brush, and seconds later, a blur of shimmering scarlet seemed to come out of nowhere, and blow past his watcher, not even aware of the bat's presence.

Within moments, the blur was gone. The bat smiled grimly, in spite of himself. Anais has a new victim. He has no idea of what she is yet, and doesn't know to fight back. She's got him wrapped around her finger. There's no hope to be had for him. However, unlike the past victims, this one appears to have someone that cares for him. The Guardian of Angel Island, no less. May be gullible, but has a will of iron. If they reunite, the innocent one's life may stand a chance. The bat pondered this for a split second before leaping nimbly to the next tree branch with a grace and agility that was obviously practiced.

He leapt to yet another tree branch, shooting through the air like a silver arrow. He continued on like this, following the crimson echidna's path. He had no doubt in his mind that the Guardian knew where he was going, but he'd never be able to find the mansion- it was too well-hidden.

He needed someone experienced to guide him. For a moment, the bat's lips curved slightly upward in an almost-smile. Luckily for the echidna, he happened to have centuries of it. Knuckles barged through yet another bush, snapping several twigs in the process. Though unintentional, Knuckles didn't care, or even notice for that matter. Nor did it matter that he was soaking wet, water running into his amethyst eyes, or that he was practically freezing, wearing nothing at all other than a pair of sneakers and white mittens.

He was on the right trail- he knew it. He could feel it in his gut, and he'd learned a long time ago in his training as Guardian to follow those gut feelings- they were usually correct. So intent was he, that he didn't notice the sound of footsteps until they were three yards behind him. Any other being wouldn't have noticed, either, what with the sound of heavy raindrops hitting solid earth and the roaring wind, but the echidna's role as caretaker of the Master Emerald did quite a bit for him. Being around huge amounts of unbridled Chaos Energy enhanced his senses, making him particularly sensitive to the slightest sound or light.

Whirling around, he glared at the huge mass of green and brown that made up the forest, seeing no one. He wasn't fooled that easily, though- he knew there was someone there. He barely had any time to react as he heard a dull thump from behind, and felt someone close the space around him. Not even thinking, his Martial Arts training kicked in, causing him to instinctively jump forward and whirl around, sending his attacker a swift punch to the gut, all in one fluid motion.

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Normally, this would have sent even the best fighter sprawling back in pain, but his opponent simply rushed forward again. Knuckles barely managed to dodge the bat's flying foot. Impressive, though not surprising for someone of your status. Backing up a bit, he got a clear view of the figure standing before him. The bat was a deep gray, almost black, with a silvery muzzle that glinted slightly in the pale gray light. A pair of black, leather pants hugged a well-built body that most males on Mobius would have killed for. He wore a pair of black cloth gloves, which appeared to have daggers built into the wrist.

The most notable thing about him was the numerous scars that laced his slim torso, especially the wide A that was cut directly the center of his chest. The bat gave him a grim smile. I know where you can find it. The bat stood still. Let me lead you there," he said, holding out his hand.

Knuckles backed away a bit, not once letting his suspicious gaze get away from the bat's emotionless face. The bat shrugged and turned away. However, the hedgehog is in trouble. His fate is most unspeakable. You're the only one who can save him. All hope is lost if you choose to let him alone to his doom. The Guardian stared after the bat, stunned. The crimson-haired bat turned his head ever so slightly.

Knuckles started to walk towards his companion. What are you implying? He's been missing for three days now- we have no idea what could have happened to him. I'll explain everything to you on the way," he said, striding out of the clearing. The Knuckles followed intently, unsure of what to think next. There was so many questions he wanted to ask, but none of them came to mind.

Quickening his pace, he was soon walking shoulder-to-shoulder with his companion, putting him directly in hearing range. The bat looked heavenward, as if looking for an answer to the question. Five minutes passed before he said quietly, "I'm not certain, exactly. I was a long time ago, but since then, I've aged, and gained wisdom. Okaaaaay then, so now what? The bat paused again before replying, "You may call me Shatter. As he kept on, he couldn't help but wonder what the future had in store for him, or ponder the mysteries of the silver-furred bat.

Meanwhile, as the worst storm in weeks raged outside in the forest, it was warm within the confines of Anais' mansion. Warm, but not at all cozy. Not in the way that Knothole was. Sonic sighed, sitting by his window seat yet again, just watching the rain fall. Over the time, this darkened room had become his sanctuary, in the house that he frequently got lost in because of so many useless rooms. This was the area that he could always find, and where he could gather his thoughts. With so little to do and nowhere else to go, he'd been thinking a lot more lately.

As warm as it was within the mansion, at this point in time, he'd rather be out in the cold, stinging rain rather than in here. Anais seemed to be getting more clingy, possessive, almost. At first, he'd been delighted at the thought, knowing that someone in this great wide world cared about him, and was willing to take him in, after the civilians of Knothole had betrayed him in such a way.

Sighing again, he looked down. He was completely aware of a small tear grazing his peach-colored cheek, leaving a crystalline trail in its wake, but not really caring at all. The hedgehog knew well enough that he should just forget about them. They weren't worth his time or mourn. And yet…all his life, they were all he'd ever known. They had come together, in the way a family would. Or at least, he thought they had. Now…to know that they'd never even really thought of him other than a fighter who could easily be replaced…it hurt.

Looking out the window, he marveled at the small droplets of water that clung together on the cool glass. They looked almost like glass themselves, but they reflected so much more. It was amazing, really- how they could sparkle like diamonds in the right light, yet show so much of the world around them, all on one tiny surface. Looking past the glass, Sonic glanced at the swaying branches of the trees. It looked as though they were about to snap off the trees, the wind was shaking them so hard, and yet…there they were, hanging on for dear life. No matter how violently they shook, they always managed to hang onto the bark, never falling off.

Caught in the fierce beauty of nature, the cobalt hedgehog barely managed to catch the sound of footsteps in the distance. Yet, it came as no surprise to him, as a soft golden light started to slowly fill in a wide, rectangular shape, cut off only by the shadow of a lovely figure with flowing golden hair. The leaden grey bat had now slowed to a more relaxed pace, easy for the Guardian to keep up. The two of them were side by side, two elegant forms in all the chaos of Mother Nature's fury, keeping their ground, one of crimson, the other of silver. Amethyst glanced sideways into ice, tentative and eager, though the same could not be said for the other.

Shatter was obviously biding his time, though it was impossible to say whether the reason was because he was uneasy with the subject, or he simply wanted to keep Knuckles waiting. Knuckles shook his head. He was no expert on Mobian history, except, of course, his own. Pretty much the only royal bloodline he'd ever heard of was the House of Acorn, and even there his knowledge was limited. I definitely have to ask Sally about that when I get back , he thought.

They aren't exactly famous around these parts. They go back generations. They used to be quite famous, actually. They were noble and wealthy, and made quite a legend of themselves. However, this isn't a legend that people will fondly tell their grandkids. You see, the Moris are also known as…". Shatter paused for a moment, appearing somewhat reluctant.

He only continued when demanding amethyst probed deep into his own. See, they had certain…powers. I suppose you could call them vampires, but they don't feed on blood. Knuckles, under most circumstances, would have scoffed at this, but now he stared at Shatter, wide-eyed. This was a story much like those that his mother used to tell him when he was still very little. She'd told him about these creatures before- vampires that stalked the night, looking for innocent victims.

This wasn't a tale known widely across Mobius, but it was one that had always remained clear in his mind.

They take what they know about that person, and use it to twist them to their will. Lifeblood of personality acts as energy for them just as food for most Mobians. Souls of the innocent act as their lifeblood; without it, they lose their immortality, and become just like any mortal Mobian. Because of this, they were banished by the Acorn monarchy centuries ago from Mobotropolis when a few of their servants were…feasted on…by them.

They go missing- usually for about a year- and if they return, they aren't themselves. Without their lifeblood of personality, their bodies simply become living, breathing shells. They are doomed to walk Mobius for eternity, unfeeling and emotionless. By now, the echidna was entranced. When his mother told him this tale, she'd definitely failed to mention that part! Being the only one of her people alive, she desperately wants to keep herself alive.

The only way to do that is to get a new victim…". He suddenly felt a pang of anger deep in his chest, fists clenching so tightly that, had he not been wearing mittens, his nails would have cut deep into his palms. How dare that Goddamned bitch do that to Sonic! How dare she try to feed off him like a leech! Who do you think you are to tell me things, and expect me to believe them, when all I have is your word!? Why are you even bothering to delve into what isn't your business!? The bat didn't even bat an eyelid. He just continued to stare at the echidna with ice blue mirrors, icily, almost emotionless….

Instantly, Knuckles put two and two together. Anger had completely vanished, replaced by a humming sensation of awe. Without saying a word, he pointed to the A carved into his chest. Anais has very sharp claws, and is very possessive. She marked me just before I escaped. The scar will never heal completely; it will remain there for eternity. Walking forward a few feet, he was silent.

Turning his head only slightly so that his damp crimson hair waved across his back, an icy, pupil-less iris glanced at Knuckles from the corner of red-lashed eye. When a Mori feeds on enough innocents, he or she eventually becomes an undead being; he or she can't die, nor are they living.

Of course, Anais doesn't know this, so she continues searching for victims, though no matter what she does, she'll always be here. Likewise, I can't die, either. I can't feel anything; not physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. Therefore, I don't take stands. After all, I can't act on what's not there. Take this war, for instance, between Robotnik and the few groups of Mobians that exist. Most act against Robotnik because of strong emotions that run through them. I can't do anything, because I don't feel hatred against Robotnik, or anger at what he's done and continues doing, or pity for those that suffer, or even love for those around me.

Knuckles was completely silent. Awe, though not quite replaced, was now being pushed aside with guilt. The echidna himself had been often described as emotionless, but that really wasn't true. Next to Shatter, he was probably a real softie! However, something didn't make sense. With this in mind, he was compelled to ask;. I mean, telling me about Anais, and taking me to her? However, I was one of the few that did. It was a rainy night, just like this one. After I escaped, I knew it was too late; I was almost gone.

I wasn't too fond of the feeling. So, just before I lost the rest of my humanity, I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anyone have the same fate as I had been condemned to. Shatter turned back to Knuckles, and his eyes stared directly into the Guardian's. It was like those icy mirrors could see past the amethyst irises, and look directly into Knuckles' soul. It was rather unsettling to him. That was one of the reasons I didn't get out in time- no one came looking for me while I was missing. I didn't believe anyone cared, so I didn't bother to escape at first. It was only near the end, when I was almost gone, that I realized I wasn't completely useless after all.

Anais hadn't quite drained me of all my emotions- there was still a trace of resolve and bitterness left. Shatter took a step closer to Knuckles. You all still care about him. Because of this, he has a chance to see past Anais' lies, and get out while there's still time.

Sighing, the bat turned on heel, and started walking in another direction. The echidna, eager to hear more, quickly followed. When he found her, why didn't he just walk away? He couldn't quite place it. He himself knew Sonic was intelligent enough not to fall for a pretty girl. As you may have been able to figure out, Anais is very beautiful.

I know your friend wouldn't easily fall for a beautiful girl," he said, as if reading Knuckles' mind, "but many females of the Mori bloodline have another talent. Their voices are particularly beautiful and hypnotic. That's how they lure their victims. The echidna was now silent, having no more questions, processing the information he'd just been told. Neither he nor Shatter said another word as they continued through the Great Forest, the only sounds apparent that of the falling rain, and their own beating hearts. About half an hour later, Shatter stopped abruptly.

Knuckles regarded the thick foliage suspiciously. There was nothing unusual about it, other than there was a lot of it, and that it was tangled in a rather peculiar way. Shatter, seemingly knowing what he was doing, cleared a path through the tangled shrubbery. Holding it open with one hand, he moved aside, motioning for Knuckles to step through first.

The echidna hesitated, but deciding that the bat had said enough so that he could trust him, stepped through the path. What he saw before him made his jaw drop open in shock. A little clearing was directly in sight, and in a small path, hidden by the shadows but visible nonetheless, was a huge mansion. The windows were dark, as if there were no lights on. Then again, the rain was still coming down hard, and this looked like only part of the mansion. Who knew how big it was? Bat and echidna walked side by side once again, coming close to the house.

However, it was there that Knuckles paused in confusion. There were no visible doors, and all the windows appeared locked. However, Shatter kept going, keeping a steady pace beside the mansion. Apparently, he knew where he was going. This in mind, Knuckles continued to follow him.

After a moment, he saw what the bat had been aiming for; an old cellar entryway. Shatter examined it for a moment before saying, "It looks like she's sealed the passage off.

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These shutters are locked from the inside. The echidna knew what was being implied. Without another word, he grabbed a hold of one of the shutters, and pulled it from its socket with a sharp Creak! It sounded almost like a protest. Once inside, he glanced up at Knuckles expectantly. The Guardian, not knowing what to expect, hesitantly followed suit. His emerald eyes widened slightly when he realized that she wasn't wearing her usual slimming gown. Of course, about two thirds of Mobius' population often didn't wear clothes- Mobians had fur, feathers, or scales which acted as a permanent layer of clothing- but still, some still bothered with clothing themselves.

When they did, it was slightly shocking to see them do without. Once he got over the slight shock, however, he managed to look her directly into her eyes. He could swear there was a flicker of amusement in there. He managed a small smile in her direction.

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It was surprising to hear the soft voice come out of his lips. The feline sauntered over to where he sat, curling around him in a teasing manner. Sonic sighed, not being able to resist leaning into her. It vaguely resembled a purr. The hedgehog sighed, not answering. He'd never realized before how soft she was. Anais gave a contented sigh, burying one of her hands into Sonic's long, cobalt quills. The hedgehog raised his head slightly. I've got something I want to show you, but I have to prepare it properly. Sonic, surprised and a little disappointed, hesitantly nodded as the feline rose from the window seat and sauntered to the door.

Before she exited, she turned her head to look at him. I'll see you then," she said, just before exiting, shutting the door behind her, leaving the hedgehog in pure darkness once again. Just In All Stories: Story Story Writer Forum Community. Games Sonic the Hedgehog. Previously known as 'Going Under' on my old account. The second upload from my old account.

The voice was getting clearer. He just had to keep going Once close enough to see her, he was even more shocked than he had been before. Knuckles glanced around the village. It hadn't changed much since he had last been there, though there seemed to be more huts than he had remembered. Probably because there were more people escaping from Robotropolis and seeking refuge in Knothole.

After a dinner of fresh fruit and vegetables, Anais and Sonic sat in the guest bedroom, on the king-sized bed, doing nothing in particular. The cobalt hedgehog was now getting uncomfortable with the silence, for he'd always been an open sort of person- he enjoyed talking. So far, however, Anais hadn't made a motion to start talking: The hedgehog had now gone into shock. He didn't know what to say.

Anais grinned to herself, one of evil, hunger, and lust. Sonic had easily given his anger to her when she insulted his friends, which had tasted tangy, and had given his love to her , which was sweet, and yet, slightly tart, like strawberry. Both were delicious, and strengthening her by the day. She now had him under her spell- he was hers to do whatever she wished to do with him. And she had several things in mind Nighttime in the Great Forest was usually a peaceful time.

Dusk had fallen upon the sky, and twilight bands now blended into the sky- indigo, black, violet, and silver- with a slight spattering of stars. Everyone in the village had retreated from their daily chores and wandering, and had retired to their huts for the night. Some slept peacefully, their heads filled with pleasant dreams, while others slept fitfully, tossing and turning throughout horrid nightmares.

Taking a deep breath, Shatter began. You see, the Moris are also known as…" Shatter paused for a moment, appearing somewhat reluctant. Knuckles didn't blame him. The only way to do that is to get a new victim…" "And that 'victim' is Sonic! He just continued to stare at the echidna with ice blue mirrors, icily, almost emotionless… Instantly, Knuckles put two and two together. With this in mind, he was compelled to ask; "If what you say is true…then why are you doing this? Stronger than most of Anais' victims.

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