Nightmares and dreams are the realm that Succubi touch upon… Not all of them are joyful ones…
By TeraS and Fzzy
A slight nod, “Excellent. Respect is something to be given and not taken… You’ve managed something that few understand in their lives…”
She smiled, “Fresh out? Nah… Seen a lot, done a lot, but never going to say that I have done it all…”
Still having her eyes on the road she continued, “Being shy isn’t a problem, but then, the shy ones are the ones to watch for they are not so forever…”
She tapped a finger on the steering wheel and added, “Actually there are levels of flirting you know. Levels one through four are for the amateurs… five to nine for the the so-called professionals and then… Oh then comes level ten and that’s when you have people like me there…”
Pointing her right hand to her temple she allowed, “But then, it’s all in your mind isn’t it?”
The Sounds of the purring motor and humming of the road, have put the tired soldier to sleep. However it is not a peaceful sleep.
Devon continued driving as he slept, but in his dreams something else came to be…
The swirling mists of memories, wishes, thoughts and desires hid the dream for the moment from him. But the occasional sound came thought it. A yell. Words indistinct. Flashes of moments that he knew, but could not place just then…
Then close to him he heard Devon’s voice, “Why do you dwell in the past? Is this all that matters to you?”
In his dreams he is holding a young private’s head in his arms her hair and blood mixed together. Tears drip down is dust covered face. his own wounds do not bother him as much as his heart. Over his shoulder can be seen the remains of a wrecked hummer. The gun turret pock marked from IED damage and gun fire. In the drivers seat is another soldier radioing frantically for a medavac.
“Why do you dwell in the past? Is this all that matters to you?
“YES! That is all that matters they are alive! I should have been in the passenger seat! She was more than my soldier,She was almost a daughter to me.”
Fresh sobs wrack their bodies.
Soon more gunfire erupts. He looks up at the shooting then he gently lats her down and all humanity leaves his eyes. Madness pure unadulterated animal viciousness. he charges the shooters who at first react with contempt as they aim in his direction but their fire misses. What rounds hit him just drive him deeper into his madness. soon his weapon is empty but he is amongst the shooters. he uses it as a bludgeon. soon all that is left is a barrel that is bent, and useless. He pulls out a kukurii knife. by now they are trying to run away. He chases one down and plunges the knife into the targets back. A second one he catches and began to beat on them with his fists. The anger drives his fists. soon the burkha slips down revealing a face just as young as the soldier’s he just held. It is also a female.
He stops just as he is tackled by QRF troops.
He startles awake in the car. His hands bleeding just as they were in the dream.
He looks at the road thru the windshield. before looking towards the driver.
“Excuse me Mrs. Devon can we find a place to stop?”
And so we do… This was the end, or at least the pause of this story and the end of Temptations… Or do we really end here?
Come back next week to see…