Succubus Blues (32 page)

One eyebrow shifted ever so slightly on Jerome's face, the only hint that I had piqued his interest. The term “deal with the devil” had not arisen lightly; few demons could resist a bargain.

“What could you possibly offer me? The sex thing only worked on my son, so don't even think about trying it now.”

“Yes,” I agreed, voice growing stronger as I plunged forward. “It worked on him. It works on all sorts of men. I'm good, Jerome. Better than you know. Why do you think I'm the only succubus in this city? It's because I'm one of the best. Before I hit this funk…this, I don't know, whatever mood I've been in for a while now, I could have any man I wanted. And not just simply for their strength and life force. I could manipulate them. Make them do anything I asked, talk them into acts of sin they never would have dreamed of before meeting me. And they would do it. They'd do it, and they'd like doing it.”

“Go on.”

I took a deep breath. “You're tired of the ‘all lowlifes, all the time,' right? Me being negligent? Well, I can change that. I can raise your stock higher than you've ever dreamed. I've done it before. All you have to do is let Seth go. Let him keep his memories intact. All of them.”

Jerome studied me a moment, mind working. “All the ‘stock' in the world won't do me any good if he runs around blathering about what he's seen.”

“Then we'll see if he can handle it first. When he recovers and wakes up, we'll talk to him. If he doesn't look like he'll be able to cope with it all…well, then you can erase his memories.”

“Who will make the call if he can cope or not?”

I hesitated, not wanting that decision in the demon's hands. “Carter will. Carter can tell if someone's telling the truth.” I looked at the angel. “You'll know if it's okay, right? Okay for him to know…about us?”

Carter gave me an odd look, one I could not interpret. “Yes,” he finally admitted.

“What about your end?” asked Jerome. “Will you hold it up—even if Carter decides he's unsafe?”

That was harsh. I had a feeling Jerome wouldn't negotiate on this one, but I was willing to risk it, so confident did I feel about Seth's capacity to process immortal activity. I opened my mouth, about to agree, when I caught Hugh shaking his head at me out of the corner of my eye. Frowning, he tapped his watch, mouthing something I couldn't understand at first.

Then, it clicked. Time. I had listened to the imp talk about his job enough to know the rules of negotiation: never make an open-ended deal with a demon. “If Seth keeps his memories, I'll walk the succubus straight and narrow for a century. If they have to be erased anyway, then I'll still do it for…a third of that.”

“Half,” countered Jerome. “We aren't mortal. Even a century is nothing on the face of eternity.”

“Half,” I agreed dully, “but no more than survival dictates. I'm not going to do this every day, if that's what you're thinking. I'll only get fixes as I need them, but they'll be strong ones. Very strong—loaded with sin. With men of good caliber, that'll be…oh, every four to six weeks.”

“I want better than that. Extra credit. Every couple of weeks, whether you need it or not.”

I closed my eyes, unable to fight anymore. “Every couple of weeks.”

“Very well,” said Jerome, a warning note in his voice. “But you will be held to this agreement unless
I
choose to terminate it for some reason. Not you. There will be no wiggling out for you.”

“I know. I know, and I accept.”

“Shake then.”

He extended his hand to me. Not hesitating, I took it, and power crackled briefly around us.

The demon smiled thinly. “We have a deal.”

“W
hy so blue, Kincaid?”

I looked up from the information desk's computer screen to see Doug leaning lazily over the counter's edge. “Am I?”

“Sure. You have the saddest look on your face I've ever seen. It's breaking my heart.”

“Oh. Sorry. Just tired, I guess.”

“Well, then, get out of here. Your shift's over.”

Glancing down, I read the time on the computer. Five-oh-seven. “I guess it is.”

He eyed me askance as I rose listlessly from the chair and made my way out from behind the desk. “You sure you're okay?”

“Yeah. Like I said, just tired. I'll see you around.”

I started to walk away. “Oh, hey, Kincaid?”

“Yeah?”

“You're friendly with Mortensen, aren't you?”

“Sort of,” I conceded cautiously.

“Do you know what happened to him? He used to be here, like, every day, and now he's been gone all week. It's freaking Paige out. She thinks we offended him or something.”

“I don't know. We're not that friendly. Sorry.” I shrugged. “Maybe he's sick. Or out of town.”

“Maybe.”

I left the store, stepping out into the dark autumn evening. Friday in Queen Anne brought people in droves, drawn by the area's assortment of activities and nightlife. Ignoring them, lost in my own thoughts, I walked over to my car, parked a block away. Immediately, a vulture in a red Honda slowed down and put her signal on, realizing my spot was about to be vacated.

“You ready for this?” Carter asked me, materializing in the passenger seat.

I fastened my seatbelt. “Ready as I'll ever be.”

We drove up to the University District in silence, a hundred questions on my mind. Since removing Seth from my apartment last week, the angel had told me not to worry, that he would see to the writer's recovery. I'd still worried anyway, of course, about both Seth and the deal I'd made with Jerome. I was about to become the single greatest source of chaos and temptation in Seattle; even Hugh's stellar track record wouldn't look so good…er, bad, anymore. I would be more than the slave Helena had claimed I was. The very thought made me ill.

“I'll be with you,” Carter told me soothingly as we approached Seth's door minutes later. The angel flickered briefly in my vision, and I realized he'd gone invisible to mortal eyes, though not to mine.

“What does he know?”

“Not much. He's been awake more and more these last couple of days, and I've told him a little, but really…I think he's been waiting for you.”

Sighing, I nodded and stared at the door. Suddenly I felt unable to move.

“You can do this,” Carter said gently.

Nodding again, I turned the door handle and stepped inside. Seth's condo looked much the same as when I'd last been here, the kitchen still bright and cheery, the living room lined with boxes of unpacked books. Faint music drifted from the bedroom. I thought it was U2, but I didn't recognize the song. Moving toward the sounds, I reached Seth's bedroom, pausing in the doorway, afraid to cross the threshold.

He was in bed, half sitting up, propped up by pillows. In his hands he held
The Green Fairy Book,
looking to be about a third of the way through it. He looked up at my approach, and I nearly sagged in relief to see how much better he looked. His color was back, his eyes bright and alert. Only that facial hair looked ragged and unkempt, the result of no shaving for a week, I guessed. That answered my question about whether or not Seth had maintained the thin, neat beard on purpose.

He reached for a remote on the bedside table and turned the music off. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

I took a few more steps into the room, afraid to get any closer. “Do you want to sit?” he asked.

“Sure.” Cady and O'Neill's faces scrutinized me from the bulletin board as I brought a chair alongside Seth. I sat down, looked at him, and then looked away, unable to handle the depth of those amber-brown eyes after seeing into his mind.

Our old silence fell between us, the progress we'd made in conversation banished to the winds. Seth would not take the lead this time. As Carter had observed, the writer was waiting for me. I looked back up, forcing myself to meet his eyes. I had to do this. I had to do the explaining here, but I balked at it. It was ironic, I thought. Me, who half the time didn't know when to shut up. Me, famed for always having some catchy quip at the ready.

Knowing it would never get any easier, I took a deep breath and let it all out, conscious of the weight of heaven at my back and the hell I'd just consented to stretching out before me.

“The truth is…the truth is, I don't really work in a bookstore. I mean, I do, but that's not really why I'm here, what my purpose is. The truth is that I'm a succubus, and I know you've probably heard of us before—or think you've heard of us before, but I doubt what you've heard is correct…”

On I went. I told him. I told him everything. The rules of the succubus lifestyle, my dissatisfaction with it, why I wouldn't date people I liked. I told him about other immortals, angels and demons walking among us. I even explained about nephilim, hinting that Roman's presence in my apartment had been part of a lure on my part, but mostly skimming over the embarrassing circumstances Seth had found us in. On and on, I talked, not even knowing what I said half the time. I only knew I had to keep talking, keep trying to explain to Seth that which defied explanation.

I finally reached the end, my stream of discourse exhausted. “So. So, I guess that's it. You can believe it or not, but the forces of good and evil—as humans perceive them, at least—are alive and well in the world, and I'm one of them. This city is filled with supernatural agents and entities; humans just don't realize it. It's probably just as well, really. Otherwise, if they knew too much about us, they might find out how pathetic and fucked up our lives actually are.”

I shut up, thinking if Seth hadn't seen what he had already seen, he probably would have thought I was crazy. Hell, even after it all, he still probably thought I was crazy. He would be justified. Those brown eyes weighed me and my words in silence, and an annoying wetness welled up in my own eyes. I looked away to hide it, blinking rapidly, because while succubi might be accused of doing all sorts of bizarre things around mortal men, I was pretty sure crying wasn't one of them.

“You said…you said you used to be human.” He spoke the words awkwardly, no doubt trying to grasp the whole concept of mortal and immortal. “How then…how did you become a succubus?”

I looked back up at him. I could refuse him nothing in that moment, no matter how painful.

“I made a bargain. I told you before that I was married…that I had cheated on my husband. The consequences of that were…not pleasant. I traded away my life—becoming a succubus—in order to repair the damage I had caused.”

“You gave away eternity to fix one mistake?” Seth frowned. “That doesn't seem equitable.”

I shrugged, highly uncomfortable with the topic. I had never spoken of it to anyone. “I don't know. It's done.”

“Okay.” He shifted slightly in bed, the soft swishing of fabric the only sound between us. “Well. Thanks for telling me.”

I recognized a dismissal when I heard one, and it dug into me like a blade. That was it. Done. Seth was through with me. We were finished. After everything I had told him, there was no way things could return to how they'd been, but really, wasn't that for the best?

I hurriedly stood up, suddenly not wanting to be there any longer. “Yeah. Okay.” I moved toward the door, suddenly pausing to look back at him. “Seth?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you understand? Why I do what I do? Why we can't—why we have to—” I couldn't finish the thought. “It's impossible. I wish it were different…”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

Turning, I fled his condo for my car. When I got into it, I buried my face into the steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably. After a few minutes, gentle arms wrapped around me, and I turned toward Carter, crying into his chest. I'd heard reports of people who had angelic encounters, witnesses talking about the peace and beauty experienced by such moments. I'd never given any of it much thought, but as minutes passed, the terrible pain in my chest abated, and I grew calmer, finally lifting my head up to look at the angel.

“He hates me,” I choked out. “Seth hates me now.”

“Why do you say that?”

“After everything I just told him…”

“I suspect he's troubled and confused, yes, but I don't think he hates you. Love like that doesn't turn to hate quite so easily, though I'll admit the two intertwine sometimes.”

I sniffled. “Did you feel it? His love?”

“Not like you did. I sensed it, though.”

“I've never felt anything like it. I can't match that. I like him…like him so much. Maybe I even love him too, but not in the same way he loves me. I'm not worthy of that love.”

Carter made a soft, chastising click. “No one is beyond being loved.”

“Not even someone who just agreed to spend the next century hurting humans, corrupting souls, and leading them to temptation and despair? You must hate me for that. Even I hate me for that.”

The angel watched me, expression steady and calm. “Why did you agree then?”

I leaned my head back against the seat. “Because I couldn't stand the thought of me…of that love being wiped out of his head…of not being remembered.”

“Ironic, huh?”

I turned toward him, hardly surprised at anything anymore. “How much do you know about me?”

“Enough. I know what you got for becoming a succubus.”

“I thought it was the right thing then…” I murmured, my mind's eye turning to a faraway time and place, another man. “He was so sad and so angry at me…he couldn't go on, knowing what I'd done. I just wanted to be blotted from his mind forever. I thought it would be better if he—if everyone—forgot about me. Forgot I'd ever existed.”

“And now you don't agree?”

I shook my head. “I saw him…years later, when he was an old man. I shape-shifted to the form he'd known me in—that was the last time I've worn that face, actually—and approached him. He looked right past me, though. Didn't know me at all. The time we'd had together. The love he'd had for me. All gone. Gone forever. It killed me. I felt like one of the walking dead after that.

“I couldn't let that happen. Not again. Not with Seth, after experiencing what he felt for me. Even if that love is ruined…marred by what he thinks of me now. Even if he never speaks to me again. It's still better than that love never having existed at all.”

“Love is rarely flawless,” Carter pointed out. “Humans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes love perfect.”

“No riddles, please,” I told him, suddenly feeling tired. “I just lost the one person I might have loved again after all these years. Really, truly loved too. Not just pure excitement either, like with Roman. Seth…Seth had it all. Passion. Commitment. Friendship.

“Not only that, but I've agreed to go on ‘active duty' again as a succubus.” I closed my eyes, swallowing the bile in my throat. I thought of all the nice guys in the world, men like Doug and Bruce. I did not want to be their downfall. “I really do hate it, Carter. You have no idea how much I hate it, no idea how much I don't want to do this anymore. But it's worth it. Worth it if Seth can keep his memories.”

I looked over at the angel uncertainly. “He can, can't he?” Carter nodded, and I exhaled with relief. “Good. At least there's one spot of hope in all of this.”

“Of course there is. There's always hope.”

“Not for me.”

“There's always hope,” he repeated more firmly, a commanding note in his voice that startled me. “No one is beyond hope.”

I could feel tears coming to my eyes again. Lord. I seemed to be crying all the time lately. “What about a succubus?”

“Especially a succubus.”

He put his arms around me again, and I gave way to my sobs once more, a damned soul taking momentary respite in the embrace of a heavenly creature. I wondered if what he said was true, if it was possible that there was still hope for me, but then I remembered something that made me half laugh and half choke all at once.

Angels never lied.