This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…
If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...
Some editing of this chapter this week and a bit added to it to move things along…
“Thomas. Talk to me.”
Camilla stood there looking quite concerned. Tom found himself looking at her, not with the panic he had at first, but instead an odd curiosity.
He let out a snort, “I’m good. You wouldn’t understand.”
“That you lost someone close to you? That you where hurt? Still are? Always will be?”
Tom didn’t answer that. He could, but he felt like she was getting into something that she had no right to. So instead of answering, he turned aat from her and looked at the landscape around him.
The rows and rows of grave markers made it clear that this was a place of rest for those that had passed on. For a moment he wondered how something like Camilla could be killed and then shoved that thought away.
It wasn’t something that he needed to thinks about.
Camilla frowned, “You haven’t got a lock on pain, Thomas. No one does. Not ever.”
He thrust his hands into his pockets, “Alright, I’ll assume that you are telling me the truth and that you aren’t going to kill me.”
He heard her coming closer. Passing him, she nodded as her tail moved from side to side behind her.
Her tail stopped, “That’s not for me to tell you. If you want to know, you’ll have to ask Tera about that.”
He managed a smile, “Passing the buck or thinking that I can’t handle it?”
A shrug, “Both.”
He walked up to her, looking at how she had changed. It was still the girl he had met not that long ago, just with some optional extras added to her. If he overlooked those, she was still a woman…. No. That was wrong. She was what she was, but she didn’t lie to him .. that one thing alone made her trustworthy.
“Alright. I’ll talk to her later. Camila, what… why are you?”
She rubbed her hands along the side of her dress, “We aren’t all evil, nor are we all good. We make choices just like you do. Sometimes they are good ones, sometimes they are bad ones, but we choose to do and be what we are.”
She winked, “Thanks… Been working on that for centuries actually.”
“Now how about the unvarnished truth?”
She nodded, “In short, we are in limbo between light and dark. Both want us and both are afraid of us. You can think of us as wildcards, Thomas, but there is one thing, one promise that we have made that we can’t forget … people like you have to make your own choices, decisions, and actions …”
He put a hand up: “I didn’t choose to be here.”
:Oh yes you did. You chose to come. You chose to knock on the door. You chose to see what you could find out. All of that was your choice.” She waved a hand, “All of this followed because it had to; you would have never accepted a lie..”
He thought about that and came to the decision that she was right. He wouldn’t have let this lie, ignored it, moved on. That wouldn’t have happened because it was not his nature to do that.
“Besides giving me the breadcrumbs to find you, why did you pick me?”
Camilla shook her head, “Can’t say.”
A question came to him, “Tell me something. Are there angels and all that other stuff?”
“Yes. Angels, devils, dragons, faeries and more are all real. It’s just that your world has forgotten about the wonders around it… most of the time.”
“So what are you exactly.”
She looked almost embarrassed, “We are Succubi, Thomas.”
He arched an eyebrow, “I’ve heard of those.”
“No. You have heard of something like us, not us.”
“A Succubus kills through sex. We don’t. We gave that up ages ago just to be able what we are right now. Independent beings that serve no one.”
Tom thought that over, “Okay, so you split away and you do what you want.”
A slight nod.
“That’s dangerous Camilla. No rules means nothing to control you.”
A smile, “There is. One very important thing, Thomas. We know the past. We won’t go back to it again.”
Tom wiped a hand over his eyes, “You know that this is all too much to take in.”
Her hand was soft and gentle on his shoulder, “You are, really, one of the few people that can handle this stuff, Thomas. Most people would be screaming and running in circles at this point.”
“What makes you think I won’t?”
“Curiosity… You want to know the secrets. Your mind is wanting to know answers to questions you have had since the day you were born. Most of all, you won’t let yourself back down from a fight Thomas.”
Tom thought that over for a while. It was true that he was wondering about a lot of things…. more than he wanted to be. But three things came to the forefront. He had a mystery. He had a job to do…
…and a promise to keep.
He looked her straight in the eye, “I need a partner in this; someone who knows the lay of the land; someone that will watch my back.”
She nodded, “You will in our world.”
He offered his hand, “I … I will trust you Camilla. I trust that you will watch my back.”
She took his hand, “I promise. I want a promise from you too: wherever this goes, whoever did it, whatever it takes, you won’t walk away.”
They shook on it and then Tom asked, “Where are we? Fill me in.”