Storm Clouds XXXIX – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

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Chapter Ten begins this week with a visit to get some information in one way or another for Thomas…


Storm Clouds XXXIX

Storm Clouds

Chapter 10

By TeraS

Tom leaned against a tree watching Brent playing with his children next to a small fountain. He had a puzzled expression on his face at what the fountain was supposed to mean. After all, you wouldn’t expect an angel motif in a place that didn’t seem to have a lot of angel looking beings in it.

Camilla came around from behind the fountain carrying a small box in her hands. When she came close to Tom, she asked him if he had eaten anything. When he didn’t answer, she simply put a wrapped sandwich in his hands and with a nod of her head directed him to have a seat at a picnic table nearby.

After getting settled, Tom watched as she began to pick at a salad. He unwrapped the sandwich as he asked, “Something bothering you?”

She paused and then began, “What bothers me Thomas is that I have lost a Sister. I suffer for that. But that’s nothing compared to Brent and his children.”

Tom picked out a slice of tomato, “How bad is it for Brent?”

She poked the fork into the salad with some force, “If he didn’t have the children I am sure that he would…. be no more.”

Tom considered that as he took a bite, “He’s still here. So are the kids. And you. He doesn’t strike me as the type to put a bullet to his head and end it all. Sorry Camilla, I’m not going to dwell on that.”

“Heartless aren’t you?”

Tom reached into a pocket of his jacket and tossed a small notebook between them, “Haven’t the time. Brent gave me a list of people that had something against him. I can look into the people. You game to grill the ones that aren’t?”

She turned the notebook around and opened the cover. After a moment she whistled, “I would not have guessed at any of these.”

Tom wiped his lips with a napkin, “How bad are the names you recognize? The ones I do are lousy, but I can take most of them from the list. I’m looking for a killer and most of them are playboys, playtoys and thrill seekers. They don’t qualify.”

Another bite, “Three of them I’ll have to grill.”

She considered him, “At least your list is a short one. From this side I can see ten times that of creatures and things that would have loved to be the one that did this…”

Tom shook his head, “Not love Camilla. Need.”

She started back at the beginning of the list again, her fingers tracing down the names. Then she said, “Two that we can get to. One that I would not touch with a ten foot pole and an army of hellhounds behind me.”

Arching an eyebrow he asked, “That bad?”

She shrugged, “Worse. We’ll need help to see that one.”

Tom considered his sandwich, “You know something? I am more inclined to believe that the one that did this is on your turf than mine.”

Raising her fork she explained, “It can be that someone, as you say, on our turf started this, but you don’t understand how things work in your world. You see Thomas, while some creatures like us can exist there and interact with your people, there are so many more that need an anchor, something or someone to believe in them and give them purchase in your world. Without that they can’t do anything physically.”

Confused, Tom just nodded for her to continue.

“Magic is thin in your world now. Creatures that once thrived in your world now can’t be there. Oh they can look in, try to whisper thoughts and ideas into people’s minds and see what happens, but without someone that believes, like a wizard, mage or witch… They can’t actually do anything there.”

“Then how do you all manage to be there?”

She smiled, “Sex is a powerful thing. Love more so. If you are intimately connected with both of those… Crossing over isn’t a hard thing to do.”

He nodded slowly, “Base desires and overwhelming needs are the gateway to the soul or something?”

“Or something.”

They were quiet for a time until Tom asked, “I need to get back. Get on and see those names. Can you check your list and…”

She shook her head, “No. You are stuck with me for the moment Thomas. You can do your investigating there and then we’ll both see what happens.”

He frowned, “You are telling me that I am going to have to go with you to see what you are afraid of seeing?”

“Afraid doesn’t mean that I will not go there. But here’s the thing. You are a detective. You know how to ask questions and moreover see more than I do. I think that you asking the questions of them will get us further than I can alone. Besides which, you have one power over them that I don’t.”

Tom looked shocked, “Power? I got nothing.”

A small shake of her head, “You have free will. You have the ability to choose. Most of the creatures we will have to see do not have that luxury. They are connected to other beings in ways that make them what they are. You however, you don’t have that flaw.”

He sighed, “No I have the flaw that I have to do the right thing.”

She munched on her salad, “It’s not a flaw. It’s a gift.”

1 comment

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    • James on February 1, 2010 at 6:48 pm

    There is such beauty, such heart and soul, in these words. Yes, we are just moving things along, but what I feel out of these words, out of these characters, is profound.

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