Succubus Revealed Chapter 1

This wasnt the first duration Id pinched a foil cloak. It was, howalways, the first time Id d cardinal so in a family-fri endly plentyting.VixenSantas theatrical role rang push through above the m wholly crowd, and I hurried away from w here Id been corralling a group of Burberryclad kids. It wasnt actually Santa Claus duty me, of course. The man sitting in the holly-and-light-bedecked gazebo was named Walter something-or-other, but he asked that those of us functional as his elves disturb to him as Santa at all times. Conversely, he had christened all of us with either reindeer or vii Dwarves names. He took this job very seriously and utter the names sufficeed him stay in character. If we questioned that, hed separate regaling us with tales of his extensive c beer as a Shakespearean actor, one that he claimed had come to an end because of his age. We elves had our accept predilections approximately what might present cut his career short.Santa needs another drink, he told me in a stage whisper, once I reached his side. Grumpy wont make for me one. He inclined his head toward another woman dressed in a green foil dress. She was holding rear a squirming boy duration Santa and I conducted our conversation. I met her pained expression and then glanced down at my watch.Well, Santa, I said, thats because its only been an minute of arc since the last one. You know the deal one shot in your coffee every three hours.We make that deal a week ago he hissed. Before the crowds picked up. You watch no idea what Santa endures. I didnt know if it was part of his acting method or just a personality quirk, but he excessively referred to himself in the third person a lot. A girl just asked for SAT hit darling enough to get her into Yale. I think she was nine.I spared him a moments sympathy. The mall where we were earning holiday kick in was in one of Seattles more(prenominal) affluent suburbs, and the requests he got sometimes went beyond footballs a nd ponies. The kids also tended to be reform dressed than me (when I wasnt in elf-wear), which was no small feat.Sorry, I said. Tradition or not, I sometimes thought putting children on an old guys lap was already creepy enough. We didnt need to mix alcoholic drink into it. The deal stands.Santa plundert take much more of thisSantas got four hours left of his shift, I pointed out.I wish Comet was stable here, he said petulantly. She was much more lenient with the drinks.Yes. And Im sure shes drinking solely right now, sightedness as shes unemployed. Comet, a former elf, had been generous with Santas shots and also partaken of them herself. Since she was half his weight, though, she hadnt held her liquor as well and had broken her job when mall officials caught her taking off her clothes in The Sharper Image. I gave a nippy nod to Grumpy. Go ahead.The puny boy hurried forward and climbed onto Santas lap. To his credit, Santa switched into character and didnt pester me (or th e boy) further virtually a drink. Ho ho ho What would you equivalent for this nondenominational winter holiday season? He even affected a slight British accent, which wasnt sincerely necessary for the role but sure enough made him seem more authoritative.The boy regarded Santa solemnly. I want my dad to move spikelet nucleotide.Is that your set about? asked Santa, looking toward a couple standing near Grumpy. The woman was pretty and blond, with the look of psyche in her thirties whod been preemptively hitting the Botox. If the guy she was plastered all everywhere was old enough to be out of college, I would have been very surprised.No, said the boy. Thats my mom and her friend Roger.Santa was silent for a few moments. Is in that respect anything else youd same(p)?I left them to it and returned to my post near the lines start. Evening was wearing on, increasing the number of families good turn out. Unlike Santas, my shift ended in less than an hour. I could get in a li ttle shopping time and miss the worst of the commuting traffic. As an official mall employee, I got a considerable discount, which made drunken Santas and foil dresses that much easier to bear. One of the greatest things about the happiest time of the category was that all the department stores had extensive cosmetics and fragrance gift sets out right now, gift sets that desperately compulsory a home in my bathroom.Georgina?My dreams of sugarplums and Christian Dior were interrupted by the work of a familiar voice. I turned and felt my heart sink as I met the eyes of a pretty old woman with cropped hair.Janice, hey. Hows it qualifying?My former co-worker returned my stiff smile with a puzzled one. Fine. I . . . I didnt expect to see you here.I also hadnt expected to be seen here. It was one of the reasons Id chosen to work outdoors the city, to specifically avoid anyone from my old job. Likewise. Dont you live in Northgate? I tried not to make it sound like an accusation.She n odded and rested her hand on the shoulder of a small, dark-haired girl. We do, but my sister lives over here, and we thought wed visit her after Alicia talks to Santa.I see, I said, feeling mortified. Wonderful. Janice was deviation to go covert to Emerald City Books and Cafe and tell everyone that shed spotted me dressed as an elf. not that that could make things worse, I supposed. Everyone in that respect already thought I was the Whore of Babylon. It was why Id quit a few weeks ago. What was an elf dress on top of that?Is this Santa any good? asked Alicia impatiently. The one I saying last year didnt get me what I cute.Over the buzzing of the crowd, I just barely heard Santa uttering, Well, Jessica, theres not much Santa can do about interest rates. I turned backbone to Alicia.It kind of depends on what you want, I said.How did you end up here? asked Janice, with a small frown.She actually sounded concerned, which I supposed was better than her gloating. I had a feeling th ere were a number of people at the bookstore who would have love the idea of me suffering not that this job was so expectant.Well, this is just temporary, obviously, I explained. It gives me something to do while I audience for others, and I get a mall discount. And really, its just another form of customer service. I was try hard not to sound defensive or desperate, but with each word, the intensity of how much I missed my old job hit me more and more.Oh, good, she said, looking slightly relieved. Im sure youll kick downstairs something soon. Looks like the lines moving.Wait, Janice? I caught hold of her arm before she could walk away. How . . . hows Doug?Id left behind a lot of things at Emerald City a position of power, a warm atmosphere, unlimited books and coffee . . . But as much as I missed all of those things, I didnt miss them as much as I missed a single person my friend Doug Sato. He, more than anything, was what had spurred me to leave. I hadnt been able to handle w orking with him anymore. It had been terrible, seeing someone I care about so much regard me with such discourtesy and disappointment. Id had to get away from that and felt Id made the right choice, but it was still hard losing someone whod been a part of my life for the last five years.Janices smile returned. Doug had that effect on people. Oh, you know. Hes Doug. The same, wacky Doug. Bands going strong. And I think he might get your job. Er, your old job. Theyre interviewing for it. Her smile faded, as though she suddenly recognize that might cause me discomfort. It didnt. Not much.Thats great, I said. Im happy for him.She nodded and told me good-bye before hurrying forward in line. Behind her, a family of four paused in their frantic texting on identical cell phones to glare at me for the holdup. A moment later, they hunched back down again, no doubt telling all their peep friends about every inane detail of their holiday mall experience.I put on a cheery smile that didnt ref lect what I felt inside and continued helping with the line until Sneezy, my replacement, showed up. I got him up to speed on Santas drinking schedule and then abandoned the holiday nexus for the malls back offices. Once inside a bathroom, I shape-shifted out of the foil dress, trading it for a much more tasteful sweater and jeans combo. I even made the sweater blue so that there would be no confusion. I was off the holiday clock.Of course, as I walked back through the mall, I couldnt help but notice I was never off the clock for my main job organism a succubus in the illustrious service of Hell. Centuries of corruption and seduction of minds had given me a sixth horse sense for spotting those most vulnerable to my ch coat of arms. The holidays, while ostensibly being a time of cheer, also tended to represent out the worst in people. I could spot the desperation everywhere those hoping to frantically find the improve gifts to win over the ones they loved, those dissatisfied wit h their ability to provide for their loved ones, those dragged along on shopping trips to reach a stark(a) holiday experience they had no interest in. . . . Yes, it was everywhere if you knew how to look for it that sorrow and defeat tucked in amongst the joy. Those were exactly the kinds of souls that were ripe for the taking. I could have picked off any number of guys if I wanted to tonight and taken care of my quota for the week.My brief exchange with Janice had left me feeling strange, however, and I couldnt call up the energy to go strike up a conversation with some discontent suburban businessman. Instead, I consoled myself with impulse purchases for myself and even found a couple of much-needed gifts for others, proving that I wasnt totally and completely selfish. By the time I left, I felt confident traffic had died down and would give me an golden drive back to the city. As I walked past the center of the mall, I heard Santa ho-ho-ho-ing loudly while waving his arms en ergetically around, much to the terror of a small child on his lap. My guess was that someone had kooky and broken the drinking rule.On the way home, I noticed I had three voice weapons messages, all from my friend puppet. Before I could even attempt to listen to them, the phone rang.Hello?Where are you? Peters frantic voice filled up the small space of my Passat.In my car. Where are you?At my apartment. Where else? Everyones hereEveryone? What are you talking about?Did you kibosh? Damn it, Georgina. You were a lot more punctual when you were dysphoric and single.I ignored the jab and scanned through my mental calendar. Peter was one of my best friends. He was also a neurotic, obsessive compulsive vampire who loved hosting dinners and parties. He usually managed to throw something together at least once a week, never for the same reason, so it was easy to lose track.Its fondue night, I said at last, proud of myself for remembering.Yes And the cheese is getting cold. Im not made of Sterno, you know.Why didnt you just start have?Because were civilized.Debatable. I pondered whether I wanted to go or not. Part of me really just wanted to get home and snuggle with solidification, but I had a feeling hed be working. I seeming couldnt expect snuggling for a while, whereas I could appease Peter right now. Fine. Start without me, and Ill be there soon. Im just getting off the bridge now. Wistfully, I drove past Seths exit and instead set my sights on the one that would take me to Peters place.Did you remember to bring wine-colored-colored? he asked.Peter, until a minute ago, I didnt even remember I was supposed to be at your place. Do you really need wine? Id seen Peters wine cabinet. On any given day, he had a dozen each of reds and whites, both municipal and international.I dont want to run out of the good stuff, he said.I seriously doubt youre going to wait. Is Carter there?Yes.Okay. Ill pick up some wine.I showed up at his apartment ten proceedings later . His roommate and apprentice, Cody, candid the door and gave me a broad, fang-filled smile. Light, music, and the scent of fondue and potpourri washed over me. Their home put Santas gazebo to shame and had decorations filling every square inch. And not just Christmas ones.Since when do you guys have a menorah? I asked Cody. Neither of you are Jewish.Well, were not Christian either, he pointed out, leading me toward the dining room. Peter wanted to take a multicultural slant this year. The guestroom is all done in Kwanza decorations, if you know someone looking for a truly tacky overnight experience.It is not tacky Peter stood up from a table where our other immortal friends sat around two tubs of melted cheese. I cant believe youre so insensitive to other peoples religious views. Jesus Christ Is that boxed wine?You said you wanted wine, I reminded him.I wanted good wine. Please tell me its not blush.Of course its blush. And you didnt tell me to bring good wine. You said you were w orried Carter would drink all your good wine. So I brought this for him instead. Your wine is safe.At the summons of his name, the only heavenly creature in the room looked up. Sweet, he said, accepting the box from me. Santas little sponsor delivers. He opened up the boxs dispenser and looked at Peter expectantly. Do you have a straw?I sat in an empty seat beside my boss, Jerome, who was contentedly dipping a piece of bread in run cheddar. He was the archdemon of all of Seattle and chose to walk the earth looking like a circa 1990 John Cusack, which made it easy to forget his true nature sometimes. Fortunately, his brimstone personality always came out the instant he opened his mouth. Youre here less than a minute, Georgie, and already youve made this get-together fifty percent less classy.You guys are eating fondue on a Tuesday night, I retorted. You were well on your way without me.Peter had settled himself back down and was trying to appear calm. Fondue is very classy. Its al l in the presentation. Hey Whered you get that?Carter had set the wine box on his lap, dispenser on top, and was now drinking from it with an enormous straw that I suspected had been literally conjured from thin air.At least hes not doing that with a bottle of Pinot Noir, I told Peter good-naturedly. I helped myself to a fondue fork and speared a piece of apple. On the other side of Jerome, Hugh busily typed away on his phones keyboard, reminding me of the family at the mall. speciateing the world about this lowbrow party? I teased. Hugh was an imp, a type of brutish administrative assistant, so he could have actually been buying or selling souls via his phone for all I knew.Of course, said Hugh, not looking up. Im updating Facebook. Do you know why Roman wont respond my friend request?No clue, I said. Ive barely spoken to him in days.When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight, Peter explained, but that we should go ahead and draw for him.Draw? I asked uneasily. Oh Lord. Tell me its not Pictionary night too.Peter sighed wearily. Draw for Secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I commove?Secret Santas? Seems like we just did that, I said.Yeah, a year ago, said Peter. Just like we do every Christmas.I glanced over at Carter who was quietly drinking his wine. Did you lose my hat? You look like you could use one. The angels chin-length, blond hair was even more unkempt than usual.Tell us what you really think, Georgina, he replied. He ran a hand over his hair, but it somehow only made things worse. Im saving it for a special occasion.If I get your name again, Ill buy you two hats so you dont have to ration yourself.I wouldnt want you to go to the trouble.No trouble at all. I get a discount at the mall.Jerome sighed and set down his fork. Are you still doing that, Georgie? Dont I suffer enough without having to endure the humiliation of a succubus who moonlights as a Christmas elf?You always said I should quit the bookstore and find someth ing else to do, I reminded him.Yes, but that was because I thought youd go on to do something respectable. Like become a stripper or the mayors mistress.This is just temporary. I handed Carter the elegant crystal wineglass that had been sitting by my plate. He filled it with wine from the box and gave it back. Peter groaned and muttered something about despoiling Tiffanys.Georgina doesnt need material things anymore, teased Cody. Shes paid in love now.Jerome fixed the young vampire with a cold stare. Do not ever say anything that saccharine again.Youre one to talk, I said to Cody, unable to hide my smile. Im surprised you could drag yourself away from Gabrielle tonight. His organisation straightway grew dreamy at the mention of his ladylove.That makes two of us, observed Peter. He shook his head bitterly. You guys and your perfect love lives.Hardly perfect, I said at the same time Cody said, It is perfect.All eyes poisonous on me. Hugh even looked up from his phone. Trouble in pa radise?Why do you always hook on that? And no, of course not, I scoffed, hating myself for the slip. Things are fantastic with Seth.And they were. Just speaking his name sent a binge of joy through me. Seth. Seth was what made everything worthwhile. My relationship with him was what had caused the rift between me and my former co-workers at the bookstore. They apothegm me as the reason for his breakup with Dougs sister. Which, I suppose, I was. But no matter how much Id loved that job, giving it up was a small price to pay to be with Seth. I could endure being an elf. I could endure the quotas he and I put on our sex life, to ensure my succubus powers didnt describe him dry. With him, I could handle anything. Even a future of damnation.There were just a couple of teeny-tiny things about my relationship with Seth that gave me pause. One had been eating at me for a while, one I kept trying to ignore. But now, suddenly, with my immortal friends watching me, I finally drummed up the courage to address it.Its just . . . I dont suppose any of you told Seth my name, did you? Seeing Peter open his mouth in confusion, I immediately amended, My real name.Why would that ever come up? asked Hugh dismissively, returning to his texting.I dont even know your real name, said Cody. Are you saying its not Georgina?I regretted the words already. It was a stupid thing for me to manage about, and their reactions were just proving that point.Do you not want him to know your name? asked Hugh.No . . . its fine. I just, well. Its just weird. A month or so ago, when he was half-asleep, he called me by it. Letha, I added, for Codys benefit. I managed to say the name without tripping over it. It wasnt a name I welcomed. Id shed it centuries ago, when I became a succubus, and had been taking delusive names ever since. In banishing that name, Id banished that former life. Id wanted to erase it so badly that Id sold my soul in exchange for everyone Id known forgetting I existed. That was why the conversation with Seth had totally blindsided me. There was no way he couldve known that name.You are the world, Letha . . . he had told me drowsily.He hadnt even remembered saying it, let alone where hed heard it. Dont know, hed told me, when I questioned him about it later. Greek myths, I guess. The River Lethe, where the dead go to wash away the memories from their souls . . . to forget the past. . . .Thats a pretty name, said Cody.I shrugged noncommittally. The point is, I never told it to Seth. But somehow, he knew it. He couldnt remember anything about it, though. Where he heard it.He must have heard it from you, said Hugh, ever practical.I never told him. Id remember if I had.Well, with all the other immortals traipsing through here, Im sure it came up from one of them. He probably overheard it. Peter frowned. Dont you have an award with your name on it? Maybe he saw that.I dont really leave my Best Succubus award lying around, I pointed out.Well, you should, said Hugh.I eye Carter carefully. Youre being awfully quiet.He paused in drinking from the wine box. Im busy.Did you tell Seth my name? Youve called me it before. Carter, disdain being an angel, seemed to have a genuine affection for us damned souls. And like an elementary groom boy, he often thought the best way of showing that affection was by picking on us. Calling me Letha when he knew I hated it and other pet names was one such maneuver he used.Carter shook his head. Sorry to disappoint you, Daughter of Lilith, but I never told him. You know me deterrent example of discretion. There was a slurping sound as he neared the wines end.Then how did Seth find out? I demanded. Howd he know the name? Someone must have told him.Jerome sighed loudly. Georgie, this conversation is even more irrational than the one about your job. You already got your answer either you or someone else slipped up and doesnt remember. Why does everything have to be so dramatic for you? Are you just looking for something to be unhappy about?He had a point. And honestly, I didnt know why this had bugged me so much for so long. Everyone was right. There was no mystery here, nothing earth-shattering. Seth had overheard my name somewhere, end of story. There was no reason for me to overreact or assume the worst only a tiny, nagging voice in my head that refused to forget about that night.Its just weird, I said lamely.Jerome rolled his eyes. If you want something to solicitude about, then Ill give you something.All thoughts of Seth and names flew out of my head. Everyone at the table (except Carter, who was still slurping) froze and stared at Jerome. When my boss said he had something for you to worry about, there was a strong possibility it meant something fiery and terrifying. Hugh looked startled by this proclamation too, which was a bad sign. He usually knew about hellish mandates before Jerome did.Whats going on? I asked.I had a drink with Nanette the other night, he growled. Nanett e was Portlands archdemoness. Bad enough she still wont let me forget the summoning. She was also going off on some bullshit about how her people were more competent than mine.I glanced before long at my friends. We werent exactly model employees of Hell, so there was a very good chance that Nanette was right. Not that any of us would tell Jerome that.So, he continued, when I denied it, she demanded we step up and prove what superior damn minions we are.How? asked Hugh, looking mildly interested. With a soul pledge drive?Dont be ridiculous, said Jerome.Then with what? I asked.Jerome gave us a tight-lipped smile. With bowling.