The Nymph's Saviour

2. Anotherness

Louis

The sound of my alarm wakes me up. I keep forgetting to just turn it off since there isn’t anything for me to do to wake up so early, but I heard that it’s good to wake up even if you don’t have anything laid out for you. I don’t really have the money for a therapist, so I got that from the self-help books at the library.

I stretch. Going on my knees and stretching like a cat to push myself to wake up and raising my ass in the air. I keep telling myself that this would be another day of anotherness. I don’t really know what to expect but this is good right? Wanting to change even if it’s hard or impossible right now.

Sitting on my legs, I look at my blaring alarm clock. It takes me a full minute before I finally turn it off and I stare at the open curtains of my room. My mind wandered about things, mostly things of the past. Things I want to return to and not come back from.

“You know, your ass is the hottest thing I ever saw” his voice cuts through my thoughts like a slap in the face. Abrupt and it stings, because my memories are the only thing that could ever make me happy these days even if it hurts sometimes.

Slowly, I turn over my shoulder and there he was. The man from the club or should I say the man held against his will. I should feel embarrassed since I just let him see my ass in a lacy underwear while I’m wearing a large shirt and then nothing else.

But the things are, I’m at a point of my sadness that I don’t care anymore. Sure, I feel a blush creeping in my cheeks but other than that I try to ignore it. I can already feel that this is going to an excruciating day today.

“I thought you were going to leave once I helped you?” I dead pan. I look away from his devilish smirk and back to my open curtains.

“Wait… No scream of surprise or invitation to come with you in the bed?” I hear his confusion.

My body feels incredibly heavy today. I feel a coldness behind my eyes and I already know what that means. “Not that kind of person” I answer him while I finally moved since I could feel my legs going numb under my weight. “But if you want to sleep on my bed then you can take it”

I walk straight to my kitchen then I stand there for a minute or so not knowing what to do. I don’t feel like eating nor do I particularly feel like doing anything. I just want to get out of bed before I spend another day in it. I really don’t want to spend the day in it, but I don’t feel like my body would ever cooperate with that. No part of me would ever cooperate with that.

There are bloody forceps on the sink which reminds me of last nights events. It came to me in flashes but not because I was drunk but because my brain changed for some reason. It’s really bad at remembering things lately.

It’s the Meds Gray has been giving me. To make me “Feel better”. I sigh, remembering I have to take them today too. I tiptoe towards the one of the cabinets above the kitchen sink and take out the prescription bottle named after Gray.

I twist the bottle cap but suddenly it was wrenched out of my palm. I scowl “What?”

He gives it a serious look and reads the label. “These are sedatives. Where was this when you were stitching me up?”

“I have a faulty memory” I reach to take it back, but he was tall and easily evaded me by walking away from me. “give it back”

“Is this why my abilities don’t affect you? Sedatives?” He scowls at the name of the medicine like it was repulsive. He looks me up and down with his haunting eyes before his frown goes deeper.

Yeah, I know not really a looker and I’m even more disappointing looking under daylight. I sigh, not finding any energy to say this myself. “Shouldn’t you be leaving? Didn’t you say you have somewhere to go?” I snap at him.

“For someone with a faulty memory, you sure do remember enough” he suddenly chucks the medicine out of the window and I find myself slack jawed as he does so. “While I’m here, no more of those”

“What did you do that for?! That was a week’s medication! I don’t know when Gray can give me more” I trudge towards the window he just threw it out of. It landed on a roof of a neighbor, but I don’t think I can get to them without breaking the roof.

God, I hate myself.

“That is my thank you to you” I feel him behind me. his whole length bending down to press up behind me. “I can help you, you know”

I elbow him while feeling my frustrated tears kicking in to my eyes. “God! Leave! You’re not helping me by staying here! Go get away already!” I push him away; my chest hurts again, and I don’t want to cry in front of him. I walk towards my room and curl in my bed.

I put the duvet around me since I want to feel like I’m cocooned in something safe and warm and for the most part that’s the job of all my duvets. I hear the door opening and I put it over my head, so I won’t have to look at his face. His strikingly handsome face but it’s still so infuriating at the same time, I want to cry.

He sighs. “Fine, I’ll leave and thank you for saving me and whatnot. Try not to die in this apartment, it’s a shame”

I then lay there, not caring about anything else. I imagine myself dying over and over again even if I really don’t have the courage to do it. I do it slowly in my mind instead. Killing yourself while you’re alive does feel like it’s close to the real thing.

God, I miss how things were used to be.

Ragna

It’s been a week and a half when I got back to Frier’s pack. It was kind of easy considering humans are so easily charmed by a rare nymph. I practically just went in a small store and asked for a ride and everyone was begging to give me the keys to the car. I got an earful from my Mom of course, and Dad just scowls at me telling me to just stay put.

The thing is, I think my Dad is a hypocrite. He’s a f*****g nymph who should have stayed in the depth of Elysium which were we belong, but he had to fall in love with a high-ranking succubus demon. So, I can’t really take his words seriously. I don’t listen to hypocrites.

Mirage slowly walks toward me apprehensively. She’s just as worried as my Mom was but she’s not really the direct kind of person with her worry. A left-over thing survival thing she developed. I remember my Shadow Demon of a cousin once left her in the Meadow of the underworld on her own which keeps me from being insulted from how she treats me, like I’m the same as that stupid cousin of mine.

“Hi ho” I greet cheerfully.

She sighs. “you…gave us all heart attacks”

“hmm. You actually have a heart condition, cuz. I doubt you’d be alive if that were to happen” I wink at her.

She dead pans me with that casual/unaffected face. You know, the only people that my charms aren’t affected to are mated people. It’s kinda sad since I can learn how to charm mated people too but only if I get older. We live for like 300 years and I’m just twenty on the living plane. I’m like a six-year-old human in comparison.

“Oh, come on cuz. Show some emotion! I’m back! Be happy” I lightly punch her shoulder “would that kill you?”

“My mate would eat your face if he heard you saying that” she rolls her eyes.

I pop my mouth “Ohh, I ate a lot of faces and I wouldn’t mind your mate eating mine”

Instead of being mad like all territorial werewolves does, she just frowns, and I see the sadness in her eyes and it pisses me off. “I know you’re downplaying what happened to you in the blackmarket—”

“Cuz!” I whine, cutting her off. I don’t want to hear this speech anymore since I’ve heard it from Mom so many times that I want to gut myself properly. “I’m fine! They made me have s*x! That is food for me and succubus and incubi! And news flash I’m both!”

She doesn’t look convinced. “Ragna—”

“God, I should’ve just stayed with that sad and lonely human” I roll my eyes and walk away from Mirage.

She grabs my wrist. Not painfully or softly but firm enough that I can’t leave. Her eyes shining back at me as she says, “What human? The one that saved you?”

“Who else? It’s definitely not the human who sucked my d**k so good I was be—”

“Okay, go” she contorts her face in disgust. I know this is the only way to make her uninterested. “I don’t want to hear that”

I scoff. No one really does

The first day that I got back in pack territory, I immediately went to Frier and reported him what I knew about Synthia. The visioner that I was supposed to locate through the blackmarket. If a nymph is rare, a visioner whose blood gives you an insight of the future and is also quite addicting is even more precious. For all we know, Synthia is the only visioner left in all of the worlds. I skipped the reunion with my family because I know how that would go down. It’ll be just so irritating, and I was right.

My Mom just cuddled me, and my siblings just did the same but more naked. Nymphs show a different kind of affection but not in a way that it’s incest. It was too much that I asked Frier to give me my own apartment in the packhouse with all the bachelors and bachelorette. I’m having such a great time there; I have an endless supply of s*x and it keeps me so well fed.

I go back to my immaculate room and lock the door behind me. I’m not going to entertain any guests today which are mostly just my family because I don’t feed inside my own apartment. I don’t like it, the idea of strangers in my bed. I had enough of those in that horrid place. Rubbing my nape, I remember the injections on me that kept me lusting for more but no matter how many people I “Entertain” I don’t get full. Remembering it makes my whole-body quake and before I know it, I’m running to the toilet and hurling bile.

“s**t” I spit on bowl and flush.

My thoughts suddenly went back to that human girl. I always remember her when I touch the stitches on my side that were now gone. My Mom healed it and no scar was left but I could still feel it, her clumsy hands and her brows raised in concentration. She’s a pretty human but she’s sad. Depressed severely. I can’t deal with that. So, I thanked her, did her a favor, and left. It was the best thing I can give to her. She was clearly getting self-reliant on those pills and that is a bad idea.

I don’t know if she feels sorry about my pain or perhaps, she notices my wincing even if I try to pass it off as something else. There’s nothing as shameful as being a wimp when someone is stitching you up though a part of me can’t believe that she owns a kit where there’s stitches and scalpels in a box. She starts to talk filling the silence between us that immediately fell once we’re inside. Somehow something is stopping my charms to work on her. Once we got inside this small one-bedroom apartment, it didn’t work at all.

“There was a time that I wasn’t like this” She says, a ghost of a smile. Her lips full, always in a natural pout and it was probably the hunger, but I thought of kissing her. “Tommy was the light of my life even if my home was crappy, I had him, and he was perfect.”

She was in love. My charms not working on her makes sense now.

Two things stuck out to me. Him and was. The disappointment of me not being her first disappointed me a bit but she is a virgin, I could smell it. Those are really rare. I wonder what they taste. I’m about to lean towards her and kiss her but she’s so lost in thought that she didn’t notice it, she just takes the forceps with her to the sink.

“Go to sleep and tomorrow you can leave if you want” she gives me a small smile. “At least, if I wake up on the good side. I’m sorry if not”

“Good side?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I just forget a lot of things. I might even forget I saved you” she laughs but it doesn’t really reach her eyes. “Just part of being me”

At that moment, I realized it’s a shame that I’m so young. If I was older like 60, I would’ve wanted her as a mate. I don’t know why I think that she’ll be a good mate, I’m just probably hungry since I am hurt. Hungry nymphs are very clingy.

So, when she’s in her bed sleeping soundly. I walk out of the apartment and knocked on the next one where a heterosexual couple lived. It was easy with the girl but for the guy? Even easier. God, humans are so weak.

I can’t believe I’m thinking of her. I have no time for this. I’m getting bored again. I stand from the floor of my bathroom and headed towards my usual frisky single friends that wants to enjoy a night filled with a s*x nymph like me.

Amanda opens her door before I even got to it. her eyes twinkling with mischief and I remember that werewolves have a good sense of smell. She must have smelled my lust for her or anything that can walk.

“Hungry?” she seductively says.

My c**k hardens almost immediately, and I smile “Always. For you”

 She pulls me inside with our lips and tongues locked together. I feel her energy seeping in to me and I feel invigorated. The past fading for now as I concentrate on this. Of her under my hand and on my fingertips. The feel of her soft mounds and wafting scent of sweat and s*x which I live for. We’re a tangle of a mess on the bed, I think at some point she’s breathy and tired, but I don’t want another night of pillow talk and memories that don’t need to be remembered. Even though I’m full, I kiss her, and she is wanton.

This is what I love with supernatural beings, they have more energies to give instead of the humans I used to lay with. The pimps had to stop me at some point and put me in a time limit or I’d have sucked the customer dry. But still, it doesn’t sate me since whatever drug they put me in, it would never sate me.  I breathed Amanda in, feeling more of her inside of me and I’m invigorated while she’s growing even more fatigued. When I left her, it’s morning and she’s too tired to wake up.

She gives a sigh as her eyes slowly flutters close. She looks a bit pale but that’s expected of someone I just spent the night with. Nymphs are their own kind of demons. I retired back to my room and slept naked in my mattress. I don’t like beds anymore, I’m not comfortable in them because it feels a lot like the club.

Nobody wants that.

My eyes flutter to a close and I try to not think about anything, especially my time in that whorehouse and instead let myself think of the girl I left behind. she’s better than the nightmare that I was in, so I’d settle with that. A part of me is curious if she’s dead now. Stuck in her own sadness, looking out of her small excuse of a balcony.

Then I dream of the girl she once was. I imagine her smiling like the photos she kept hidden under the couch with pictures of a happy family with a brother. I thought she was cute when she smiled. She had a dimple on her cheek when she does but somehow it all stopped. That’s where I stop remembering what I’m dreaming