"I don't think so," you stated firmly. You began to put your clothes back on to prove your point.
"Well then, I will not answer your questions," Tesla countered.
You knew you were passing up an opportunity to gather some valuable information, but you also had your dignity, even if she was pretty hot. In addition, you had no idea what would happen if you engaged in intercourse with someone who also drained sexual energy from others. It sounded a little exciting, but also a little dangerous.
"I'll come back another time," she suddenly said with a wink. "But mark my words, you are quite the decadent specimen, and I will do anything to get a taste of that." And then she was gone in a puff of black smoke.
Sleep was an impossibility for the next hour or so. You weren't scared, just preoccupied. Even if you were different, you had never even imagined that you would encounter other beings like you. And there was no way Tesla was the only supernatural creature roaming about. There had to be more of them, and you had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before you got to know them all. Suddenly, it was like the part of your life that you had been hiding for so long was now leaking out. First you revealed yourself to Greg, and now you actually almost got raped by a succubus!
What was the future going to hold for you? This question plagued your mind until you finally managed to drift off into sleep.
***
Film history. It was just one of those classes that you thought would be fun to take, and one of the few classes that you had with Greg. Dr. Hardigan was renowned for being one of the easiest professors to get along with on campus, always ready to crack a joke with the class without getting too condescending.
"Oh, and it looks like we have a newcomer joining us today, are any of the guys enough of a gentleman to share his notes with her so she can catch up?"
You hadn't even noticed that there had been an extra person in the room. You turned to take a look at her... And almost had a heart attack. It was her, sitting right next to Greg. Tesla, the succubus. No doubt about it. Of all the cliches she would pull off!
Greg was the first to volunteer his notes to Tesla. She thanked him with a smile and began copying them into her own notebook. All you could do was watch as the two occasionally exchanged flirty glances at each other. At one point she looked over at you and winked. This was not good. This was not good at all. The class would carry on for another hour before you could finally make your move.
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