Ungodly Inheritance

4: Details

Emma stared at her reflection in the public restroom mirror, before letting her gaze find Ashley's brown eyes. Emma's own slightly frizzy brown hair with just a hint of auburn, her hazel eyes, that still looked tired, relatively makeup free face and chubby figure showed how out of place she was in this small community. Here, the majority of people looked like Ashley, who was as usual, sporting an outfit designed to show off her body, with her dyed blond hair currently straightened, she had brown eyes with heavy mascara, heavy makeup overall really, and was thin. Emma would be jealous, but she knew enough of the people to realize she didn't want to look like the rest of them.

"I don't know how to explain it. He said.. he knew my family.. and one thing led to another, but he left..before..before.." Emma stumbled over the story. She wasn't necessarily a shy girl, but how does one go about explaining an Incubus your family had employed for centuries that you were simultaneously scared of, but also desperately longing for?

"Did he hurt you?" Ashley demanded. Emma shook her wavy hair.

"No. I just.. He wanted to go all the way and I couldn't because I felt like he was pressuring me to hire him for it?" Emma bit her lip, this was sounding worse the more she spoke.

"Ok, ew. Trying to bribe you with s*x is shameless. He wanted the job that bad?" Ashley made a face.

"Apparently he had an agreement with my family, but it's the first I'd heard of it." Emma sighed.

"Why don't you just ask 'em?" Ashley asked sensibly, combing her fingers through her recently straightened blond hair. Emma shook her head.

"Can't. They're too uptight. I don't think anybody'd even remember, honestly. Apparently, this is a generational thing, handed down through our family line..lines." Emma quickly corrected herself.

"Oooh, this is getting interesting!" Ashley turned on Emma swiftly. "Secret family pacts, hot guys who show up unannounced.."

"How did you know he was hot?" Emma demanded, blushing.

"Girl, your cheeks ain't stopped flushing since we started talking about this. He's hot." Ashley replied with self-satisfaction, crossing her arms across her thin chest. Emma blushed harder.

"Yeah, he was hot. Like unrealistically beautifully so." Emma murmured.

"So.. hot guy shows up, asks for this job your family's promised him. You refuse, so he tries to s*x you up to convince you?" Ashley asked, turning to the mirror to apply lipstick. "Have I got that right?"

"Sort of." Emma replied cautiously.

"What in Hell's name is this job he wants so bad? I'm not saying you're not a cute girl or anything like that, but I don't get it really. Are you sure he wasn't using the job as an excuse to just get in you pants? That seems more likely." Ashley popped her lips together and turned back to Emma.

"Maybe.." Emma murmured, but she secretly knew the s*x was just the currency. "Anyway, I have to get downstairs. Books to return to the 'stash'." The 'stash' referred to the protected books collection being held in a cage in the basement. They weren't necessarily incredibly rare or valuable, just harder to find, or most likely, more likely to be stolen. Thus, the head librarian ordered them to be put under lock and key. Sometimes weird books made it into the 'stash' such as adult books that teenager liked to try to sneak out with. One year the entire art reference section had to be locked away, since some young teen figured out there were nude pictures held within some of the books, and the books kept getting stolen. And one year a popular wizard series kept disappearing and the whole series had to be kept in the stash to keep thieves from making off with it.

Ashley shuddered. "Good luck. The basement creeps me out." Emma nodded her head. It was worse for her, she'd seen.. things.. down there, and now that an Incubus had shown up in her house, she was beginning to wonder how much of it was real. Emma pushed the bathroom door open, distractedly, not noticing the shadow on the edge of her vision that seemed to be keeping pace as she gathered up the armful of books and headed down the basement stairs.

Despite what you might think when hearing the word 'basement', it was bright and cheerful here. Industrial cheerful, but cheerful nonetheless. The library was built into a hill, so one side of the basement even had windows and a door. Unfortunately, the door was only available for employee use and not all employees had a key to access it. The side opposite the windows was buried in the hill, and that of course was where the cage was. That was also where the room got a little darker. Not much, your eyes barely noticed a difference, but your mind did. Especially Emma's. It was almost as if, the further you walked into the area nestled into the hill, the earth began to swallow you up, and suddenly things got cooler, even though there was no temperature change, and darker, even though there was plenty of light. For Emma, this area always made her scurry in and out quickly. She felt like she was being 'watched' here, and not in a good way. Like someone or SOMETHING was waiting to pounce. Despite the shelves being few and open, with security cameras positioned towards the cage's entrance, Emma still felt like she could get lost in the four short rows and disappear forever. Something like Alice falling into the hole to Wonderland.

Emma unlocked the cage door, clutching the books tightly against her chest. She looked down the empty rows as if to assure herself nothing was waiting for her and took a steadying breath.

"Come on girl, get it together, in and out." She muttered to herself. The feeling of being watched intensified and a cold chill ran down the back of her neck. Taking another deep breath, Emma yanked the cage door open and bolted inside. She had checked the books for their places before getting here, so she dashed to the first book's shelf immediately, sliding her fingers along the spines until she found the space it was supposed to be. Someone had mis-shelved another book in its place. Cursing, Emma yanked the offending book out, stuffing the correct book in, and shrugged her shoulders, trying to release the tension building in her neck and spine. Where did this book belong? She scanned it quickly, her hands trembling, making it hard to focus. She couldn't concentrate on it, the slimy feeling of something sneaking up behind her was getting to her.

"f**k, f**k, f**k!" Emma spat, giving up on the book for now, and moving on to the next one in her stack. It was at the bottom of the shelf behind her. Goddamnit, she had to turn around. What if that thing was there? Staring at her? Emma was almost panting. She could do this, she could do this.. She spun around swiftly, book raised to smack or defend, whatever was necessary. Nothing was there, but there was a noise within the cage that made her jump.

"Hello?" She called, voice unsteady. She was supposed to lock the cage door when she came in, but she couldn't bear to do that, afraid of getting trapped in here with that thing. Surely someone else hadn't come in? She couldn't see through the bookshelf, and the only way to see all rows of shelves clearly was to exit the cage. Since there was no answer, she shelved the next book quickly, after a hasty search, determined to get these books returned to their places and then see if someone was in the cage before locking it.

The next two books were part of a series of reference books that were stored together on a shelf at the end. Emma took a deep breath like someone about to jump into a pool of deep water, and with a squeak, rounded the corner of the shelf. She saw something move out of the corner of her eye and she squealed, jumping around as a book tumbled from the shelf beside her. Had she knocked it off? She picked it up with a frown and reshelved it in a hurry, then raced to the end of the aisles, searching for the two books' location. And there... above her head of course. Where was that goddamn footstool when you needed it?

Emma thought desperately about climbing the shelves for a moment, before wrenching her gaze away to search around the room. Ah, the other end of the cage. She practically bolted to it and back, tossing it to the ground with a loud bang that made her jump and laugh nervously. She climbed up on the stool, sliding the two books into position and then she saw it. The thing, looking at her. Just a shadow at first, but oh God, she looked right into its eyes, and it saw her looking and it knew! It knew she saw it! It began to solidify and Emma backed up, forgetting for the moment that she was on a stool. Her foot met empty air and she began to fall. The remaining two books in her arms flying as her arms wheeled. The shelves were so close in here-she was definitely going to hit her head, and this shelf was the one nearest the shelving on the wall. There was a growl behind her and something caught her around the waist.

"Troublesome girl. You cannot go one day without me. You had best make up your mind quickly before he gets here. Yes or no? Do you want my protection? Shall we form a Contract?" She was righted and set on the floor by strong, beautiful hands, the lovely voice dripped with sarcasm as she saw the shadowy thing billowing through the shelves towards her. She shrieked and clutched at the man behind her.

"Yes, yes. Please yes, get me out of here!" Emma squealed. There was a soft chuckle and then a kiss pressed to her hair.

"As you wish." The Incubus spoke, bemused, and suddenly they were in her bedroom again. He was tugging her shirt over her head and Emma was already feeling hazy.

"Wait, what about work?" She panted, trying to free herself from him as he kissed her jaw and nibbled at her neck.

"We have a Contract to finalize, you and I. p*****t is due." The Incubus purred.

"But-"

"No buts, it will all be taken care of." The Incubus silenced the rest of her complaints, the sweet sugary taste of his tongue sliding into Emma's mouth had her temporarily forgetting anything except wanting to savor every last sugary drop of it. She plunged her own tongue into his mouth to try to gather more, ripping at his shirt while she did, trying to get at the smooth, light muscles underneath. The Incubus pushed her back, laying her down so he could slip her pants down her legs. She lifted her hips for him and he murmured his approval, gliding his hands down her exposed skin, then kissing his way back up.

"What's your name?" Emma gasped out as he licked at the underwear between her thighs. "You never told me your name."

"I've had many." He murmured. His lips were still pressed between her legs and she gripped his hair in response.

"Then what should I call you?" Emma panted as he slid her panties down her thighs. The Incubus licked his lips and tilted his head slightly.

"You can call me Bel. It was one of my first names." He said with a small grin.