Temptations 123

I wonder why it’s so difficult for me to set up characters in the first place? Mebby it’s trying to make them not Succubi like is not that easy for me?


Temptations 123

By TeraS and makuta15


Eric blinked rapidly, recovering from the beam of the flashlight. His heart had leapt into his throat when the old house started banging and creaking like that, but in hindsight, it probably made more sense to assume that the noises were caused by a person, instead of angry spirits. Still…

“Do I…Do I live here?” He stammered, still recovering from the scare. “No, I’m just…well, I’m spending the night here, at any rate. Didn’t anyone tell you before you came up here? This house is rumored to be haunted… I was here trying to…well, do something adventurous, I suppose, for a change.”

God, that sounds stupid, he thought. Still, it was true.

Eric looked at the girl. “Listen, um, well, my name is Eric. If you’re gonna be spending the night here, well, I’ve probably over-packed, so just let me know if there’s anything you need.”



She swung the light around, “Haunted? Yeesh… That’s a bunch of hooey. The place is creepy okay, but haunted? Nah…”

Turning back to him she said, “Place hasn’t got a graveyard or something really creepy at least…”

She smiled and with a wave of her light said, “Name’s Tessa. Not Tess… Gawd I hate Tess as a nickname…”

She dropped her pack to the floor and put the bundle of wood beside that, “Overpacked isn’t a bad thing ya know…. Just means that you have enough of a brain to try and be prepared for stuff… You weren’t a Boy Scout were you?”

She stopped the light on a fireplace and asked, “You mind if I start a fire in there to warm this place up? That fireplace looks pretty solid being of stone and all…”



“Well, there’s nothing to prove that it’s not haunted,” Eric pointed out reasonably. He was a bit miffed at the insinuation; if people knew for a fact that the place wasn’t anything special, what was the point of this whole expedition?

“I’m not much of a Boy Scout. I never really paid attention during summer camp, and that’s about it for me….and, by all means, you can start a fire. I’ll see if I brought anything we can toast…” His voice trailed off as he started rifling through his bag.

Besides, this beats my original plan of just going to sleep.

Breaking off the search for marshmallows, he emerged from his bag with a book of matches, an old combination radio/flashlight, and a Swiss Army Knife with its can-opener extended for some reason. Turning on the flashlight, he walked across the room to a silhouette of an old sofa, and began to push it from it’s position underneath a window to the front of the fireplace. The feet made a raspy sound as they strained the wood.

“So, um Tess – a,” he hastily corrected, “er, do you do this camping thing often?” he asked. He was curious to know why exactly she needed a free place to stay, but thought it would be rude to ask her outright.



Tessa had been, in the meantime, taken her bundle of wood and started piling pieces of it into the fireplace. Every now and again, she would take one of the thicker and longer pieces and snap it loudly over a knee before putting it in place.

At his questions she tensed up slightly, if he wasn’t looking close he probably wouldn’t notice it, but answered as she worked, “Don’t think that I don’t believe in ghost and stuff like that. I do. But this place? Not sure if it really is, I mean…” She folded up a sheet of newspaper from her pack, then continued, “Let’a say that it is haunted, isn’t it the usual thing that when living people cross onto the territory of the not-so-living that they get mad? Have you heard any moans or other spooky stuff? I haven’t…”

As he pulled the sofa over, Tessa had gotten the fire lit and was putting some more of her wood and other things into the fire making it flare up slightly now and then. The smell of the wood burning filed the room, but the chimney  drew the smoke away. Slowly the room would get warmer, which to her was a good thing. It was unlikely that anyone would see the fire or what was happening within the house, there was enough distance from others around them, so it was unlikely that they would be discovered anytime soon.

She watched him finish with the sofa from her spot on the floor. She kept an eye on the fire and after cleaning up her things and putting them to the side said with a sigh, “I move around a lot. Sometimes you take any port in a storm. I heard that this place was abandoned but was good against the weather from a gang downtown. Trying to save some cash so…” She shrugged, “Hotel Vacant seemed the place to be tonight.”

Finding two twigs she hadn’t used, she offered him one with the comment, “I got a pack of hot dogs. No buns… Sorry… Want to share?”



If that wasn’t all foreshadowing I don’t know what is…




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    • James on August 2, 2011 at 10:20 am

    It still seems to be coming along fine, Majesty. Setting up characters is one of the most difficult parts of storytelling for any of us. And any character an author creates is going to have a bit of the author in her or him, so I would imagine all of yours have just a touch of succubishness.

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    • TeraS on August 4, 2011 at 7:11 pm

    Sort of has to be doesn’t it?


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    • James on August 5, 2011 at 10:52 am

    Exactly *Huggles from your heart*

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    • TeraS on August 25, 2011 at 9:19 am



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