Sins of the Past

The urban dictionary would describe love as an intense feeling of deep affection that goes beyond mere physical attraction. Romantics, those rare optimists in society who believe in the natural goodness of human beings, would turn to the fairy tales read to us as children for a definition of love. They would describe true love as a series of moments and heart-felt emotions that cause one to be consumed with a new meaning to existence. In other words, love is supposedly a feeling of hope, passion, understanding and beauty. However, when love fails to protect you in your younger years as a child- it renders you incapable of feeling any such emotion as an adult. How can a child raised in darkness and sacrilege fall in love with any such being when she was taught to deny all feelings?

"Valerie Morgan? Are you listening to me?"

Maria, or mother as she liked to be called, was partially to blame for the darkness that was festering inside her young body. She had failed to protect her offspring during her most vulnerable years and instead of modelling support and comfort for the horrors that she had endured, she sat to the side and let the anger and hatred simmer right beneath the surface. She failed as a mother and instead of being graced with a loving and kind daughter- she was met with a wild, disgraceful young girl who displayed no empathy or excitement for her family or the woman who raised her. Thus, her mother shouldn't have felt outraged at her response to her announcement. Or annoyed that she wasn't participating in her scam.

"Did you hear me? We're getting married?"

"I heard you the first time, Mother. What do you want me to say?"

Her mother hummed half-heartedly in response as she straddled her new husband-to-be without paying any care to her daughters presence. Valerie felt the darkness returning to her body as she observed her mother focusing solidly on the handsome man before her. She grinded her pelvis into his northern region and allowed her painted red lips to curve into a sultry smile. There was no denying the sexual tension that was lit between these two raging adults and it would have been of no surprise to Valerie if they decided to Fuck right in front of her. It had been done before. The man intended to be her step father, Richard Armstrong, was clearly uninterested in the conversation as his dark eyes were firmly glued to her mothers bulging chest. This was familiar. This is what Valerie knew of men. They wanted one thing and one thing only. Her mothers young, shapely body.  Seeming to finally comprehend the question, her mother rolled her piercing blue eyes up to the ceiling and threw her hands up in exasperation.

"I want you to be happy for me! For us! I want you to be excited for this new family."

"And how, may I ask, is this going to be any different from your last engagements?"

Valerie couldn't summon the means to care about how this question was going to impact her mothers relationship.

"What is she talking about Maria?" Richard grumbles, holding onto her mothers waist to prevent her from grinding into his genitals. "You have been engaged before? With other men? Why didn't you say anything?"

"My Mother is not a saint Richard. Of course she has been with other men. You really can't be that dull, can you?"

"Valerie!"

"What, Mother? Did I say something wrong?"

The tension that grew in the room was smouldering as Richard's hold grew tighter on her mothers side, so much so that it almost looked painful. Her mother barely flinched as his nails dug into her tender flesh, leaving half moons embedded on her supple skin. If he thought he could harm her, he was in for a big surprise. Despite the resentment she held for her unsympathetic mother, Valerie had to admit that she was as tough as doornails. And, it was no secret that her mother had a growing fetish for some rough play.

"Exactly how many men have been between your legs, Maria? How many have you married?" Richard spat between his pristine, white teeth. "And why fail to mention them?"

Her mother grinned in response, seemingly unfazed by the fury brewing in this mans eyes. Valerie knew this look better than she knew the back of her hand. Her mother was calculating her next move, simply enticed by her prey and a little excited for her feast. Ignoring Richard's question however, her mother barely glanced in Valerie's direction before muttering words of aggravation and disappointment.

"You really know how to grind on my nerves, sweetheart. Why do you have to ruin every meal?"

This response dumbfounded Richard profusely as his brow crinkled in confusion. His head moved back and forwards between mother and daughter, hoping for some clarification to the situation. "Excuse me?"

Her mother covered his mouth with her delicate hand, her freshly painted nails proving to be a deep contrast to his pale skin. The corner of Valeries lip flicked up, almost into a smirk. It was amusing, really. How the red of her mother's fingernails would foreshadow the events soon to transpire.

"Hush now, love" her mother tutted half-heartedly. "I'm trying to have a conversation with my delinquent daughter. I'll let you speak when I'm ready."

Richard grunted underneath the hand that was clasped tightly around his mouth, struggling to get out of the Vixens hold. No amount of strength that he could ever possess would allow him to rip free from her mother's grasp. Her supernatural hold would now cease his fate as his very essence would now be consumed by one of two succubus in the room.

"I don't like to play with my food mother."

"Now, where is the fun in that? Look what you've done. Your stupidity and loose lips have cost me this wonderful house and quite possibly every cent this man owns".

Valerie huffed in annoyance, leaning back on Richards new leather couch and crossing her arms defiantly. Richard was obviously in a panic now, her mothers acknowledgment to her true intent finally dawning on him. Valerie couldn't believe how much of an idiot this man was, especially being an owner to a billion dollar company. Why else would her mother care to wed him if it weren't for the riches and luxury? His looks were only an added perk that neither one of them were expecting. Valerie was honestly just over playing the same games with her mother. It was one rich asshole after the next and all she ever wanted was their money. As her daughter and who was yet to turn eighteen, she was left to tag along on these stupid expeditions. Her mother was never satisfied, unlike her who only ever enjoyed feeding off of those evil souls who lurked around the darkest corners of the world. Valerie got her kicks off of killing men, or women, who liked to force themselves on unsuspecting victims. The predator becomes the prey, as the phrase would go. The thought that she was doing some kind of justice for this world was the only thing that allowed her to accept the monster within. It took her a long time to finally come to terms with what she and her mother were. A supernatural being forced to live off of the sexual energies and desires of mankind. Sometimes however, she even questioned her acceptance. Especially during times like this.

Her mother had moved on from scolding her and was now beginning to feast. Her unnaturally long nails extending and transforming into relatively large claws. Richard was terrified now and it was clear that he was frozen from the shock of it all. Valerie couldn't find the means to feel sympathy. If he was a decent person, like she knew he wasn't, then maybe she would have. Her mother ripped open his button up dress shirt and dragged the ends of her claws down his chest. Blood oozed from the wound she had caused and Richard squealed in pain. Tears drizzled down his cheek as he continued to whimper. This wasn't how all Succubi fed. Valerie knew this much. Her mother didn't have to make him feel this. In fact, if they wanted to, their victim could feel so much pleasure they wouldn't even know what was happening until it was too late. Her mother just liked the pain. She was sadistic and uncaring, that much was obvious.

"Mother," she muttered, wincing at the gore before her.

Her poor attempt to stop her mother was answered with a hiss as the woman who raised her, contorted her face and revealed the monster within. Her teeth became razor sharp and her eyes, electrifying. You wouldn't have been able to recognise her and Richard was all the more petrified. He was so scared that he even pissed himself, much to her mothers disgust. She leaped off of his lap and slapped him.

"Disgusting," she growled before smashing her lips to his own, which were still trembling with fright.

This wasn't just any kiss. It wasn't out of pleasure or the simple need that humans feel to want contact or intimacy. This was the kiss of death that put an end to all of their victims. Her mother was, in short, sucking his soul out from his body. She wouldn't stop until she left a shell in the man before her. Once this kiss ended, the body that would be left behind would be aged and wrinkled beyond recognition. Valerie could never look or face the end to their destruction, she always had to look away and that was exactly what she had to do now. She leaned back in the leather chair and stared at the ceiling. As she did so, she had one thought rolling through her brain. One thought that would continue to haunt her for years to come. Will this always be her life?