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    Once upon a time... there was a young man who could see things no one else could see.

    But it didn't happen very often, and since what he saw were usually frightening things with glowing red eyes that lurked in night's shadows and sometimes hissed at him, he taught himself not to look too closely, and to avoid places where they might be. And so he went through life carefully not thinking too hard about it, and all was well.

    Until one fateful day -- or night, rather...

Jason is tired and bored. He's not wild about getting drunk with friends, and he didn't want to come to the strip-bar in the first place. It doesn't help that the other guys are acting embarrassingly juvenile... he sighs, just as one of the girls comes up and boredly asks what folks want to order. Since she's standing right next to him, he looks up to place his order.

He notices a few things instantly: she has horns. And glowing red eyes... and reddish skin -- and she's not looking directly at him but she's standing right next to him! He's never been this close to one of these things before, nor even really been sure he wasn't actually just hallucinating -- now he is far, far closer than he ever wanted to be.

Jason faints.

When he wakes up, surrounded by his concerned-looking friends, he irritatedly asks who slipped something in his drink. Curiously, everyone seems quite sincere as they deny doing any such thing. In fact, as they help him up and dust him off, they cheerfully josh him about being so poor at holding his alcohol. No one seems to have noticed a red-skinned, horned woman with glowing red eyes, and Jason's pretty sure if they had, they'd mention it...

Still irritated, Jason looks around, wondering if he can politely leave already. And... there she is again. She's across the room this time, but it's definitely her. She really does have reddish skin, little horns, and glowing eyes, and no one's recoiling in horror. She's disturbingly pretty and athletic, too. In fact, she's the least, um... lethal looking weird thing he's ever seen -- things with long curving claws don't really inspire a desire to go check them out more closely, after all.

Jason frowns. He's not sure he's inclined to accept what he sees with his own eyes as proof of anything just now. He's been drinking, he already thinks he's been seeing things... and she is still other-worldly in spite of her attractiveness and lack of lethality... if he accepts what he sees is real, he's still highly unconvinced he wants to enter her field of attention. Yes, she's a far more attractive 'dangerous' than hunched things that smell of rot and gibber from the shadows at him... but in a way that just heightens his distrust and fear. Poisonous snakes can be pretty too, he knows.

Jason decides to leave in a few more minutes, and starts making polite excuses about having to go -- and that's when he discovers one of his (erstwhile) friends has bought a table dance for him. Jason is incredibly flustered -- just what he needs, some naked girl embarrassing him publicly! Swearing mentally, he forces a grin and agrees to wait.

Unfortunately... it gets worse -- it's her. Jason gets, if anything, even more flustered -- the table dance is bad enough, but a table dance from a demon?! ...or something that looks like one... he struggles with an urge to push her away, even though he knows he's not supposed to touch here. He doesn't want to draw attention to himself; he's more in fear of her than any kind of seduction attempt. Finally he settles on trying to engage her in nervous conversation -- even as he worries about sounding like a dork in the process, "So... have you been doing this a long time? Uh... don't take this the wrong way, but do you use a lot of makeup? So... you're just interested in my money, right? Not my soul?"

The demonic looking woman chuckles -- a very throaty, smoky chuckle -- and continues her table dance. She has a very sinuous, swaying, close way of dancing. There's a faint hint of musk and sweat and... smoke, maybe. When she's done, she leans over and murmurs quietly in his ear, "Yes. No. No. Come find out." And then she nips his ear, leaving Jason speechless. And as she walks away, hips swaying and framed by that mane of black, black hair, she'd glance over her shoulder at him and grin, and lick her lips.

On the one hand this is a hell of a turn-on for Jason... but that doesn't change the fact he's majorly freaked out. At the very least, he tries hard to keep a wary eye on her -- although he reassures himself he has no desire to walk into the black widow's parlor... should he wait and leave with his friends? Mmmmaybe...

The strange looking woman alternates serving table and dancing, just like the other women there. She's the only really odd-looking one, though. Equally, no one else seems to notice that. Also, Jason's friends are all raucously cheerful at his having attracted her attention. She does seem to always stand next to Jason now while taking orders for his table, and he keeps getting an eyeful of her bare midriff.

Fighting panic, Jason decides to see if he can get hold of a cross. Those don't always work, but you never know... ah, it's easy -- he can borrow one from a friend. He palms it, then motions Her over to see if he can get her to talk with him privately. She grins, her eyes glowing and those pointy little teeth showing, and comes over to see what he needs. She has a lovely warm, smoky voice when she says, "Hey. Going to come find out now?" She leans over him to ask, giving him a nice view down her top.

Jason smiles tremulously, blushes horribly, and stammers, "Uh, something like that..."

"Aw, that's nice." She reaches to tousle his hair and adds, "You're cute. You can See, too, can't you?" The way she says it is capitalized.

Jason gulps audibly, then whispers, "Yes." A moment later he quietly hisses, "What are you?"

"Heh. It's all right, cutie, I'm not going to eat you." She grins again -- yep, those are definitely little fangs! -touching his face lightly with her fingers -- well-cared-for, sharp and pointy fingernails, he notices -- and cheerfully adds, "Yet. Come walk with me. You've got that trapped look, so maybe you'll feel less cornered outdoors."

Jason is very hesitant. But he's already shown his cards, so he's got to play this through. "I doubt it," he says, and stands up.

The woman heads over to the bar and talks to the bartender for a moment, nodding towards Jason. The bartender glances over incuriously, then nods. She reaches over the bar and pulls out some stuff, which is revealed to be a nice black, fringed leather jacket and a handbag she slings over one shoulder. She's in high-heeled boots, which gives her a very nice sway, a short top, and an alarmingly short skirt. Since it's all black, it sets off her reddish skin quite nicely... for reddish skin, that is. She smiles sideways at Jason, pushing her hair back and murmuring, "Oh, ye of little faith," as she heads for the door.

Jason takes a moment to try to get his heart to stop pounding, and to tune out the delighted jealousy of his friends. They gleefully offer to accompany him? -or better yet, go for him?! And he can stay here? Jason glares at the crew. "You couldn't handle her," he says in all truthfulness. He looks at the door. "I'm not sure I can either," and follows her out, to the tune of a lot of cat-calling, teasing, cheerful jeering, and envy.

The demonic looking woman glances over her shoulder again at them and grins -- which causes more tumult. And then Jason walks through the door, it swings shut... and it's dark and surprisingly peaceful and quiet outside. The night air is a light, cool touch on Jason's face, which feels almost flushed. She's standing a bit to one side, watching him silently, gleaming red sparks for eyes. Jason folds his arms across his chest protectively. "So. Tell me," he says softly, still clutching the crucifix.

"Tell you what?"

Jason swallows. "What you are. What the hell I've gotten myself into. In no particular order."

"Oh. That." She sighs softly, then turns and starts a slow pacing along the sidewalk. "I... can't tell you what I am. You can still walk away if you really want... I think. What's your name?"

This is not an expected reaction. The fear fades the tiniest bit -- enough to make curiosity inch upward. "I'm Jason," he replies, slowly coming up behind her. "And I don't think I can walk away. The fact that I can... that I can See... that makes me already involved, doesn't it?" She nods silently, glancing at him again and smiling. Jason keeps pace with her. "What do you mean, you can't tell me? Can not, or will not? Or are you saying you don't know?"

She considers a moment, then says softly, "Don't know. Sounds like you don't know either, right?"

Jason feels very confused. "I thought you were a succubus, or something like that. Now... I'm not sure," he admits.

"Yes, I think that's right. Are you hungry?"

Jason purses his lips. Though he hasn't touched a drop of liquor since he first saw her, he still is a little fuzzyheaded from the drinks he had before. "I suppose I could use something to settle my stomach," he ventures.

She turns into the doorway of an all-night restaurant, and shortly thereafter they're seated and she orders Jason a coffee. It's interesting seeing the effect she has -- people turn and look, stare at her, and then at Jason. He blinks at the attention. "So... what do they see? Just an incredibly sultry bombshell?" he murmurs quietly.

She glances at him and smiles again, and he notices in this light her eyes aren't glowing so much. He can see what look like cat pupils. "I don't know for sure. You could ask one, I suppose... or you could trust your own senses." She stretches out her arms on the back of the booth, and stretches her legs before her, crossing her ankles. There's a languid, sensuous passion to her deliberate movements, like a heat shimmer should rise from her. She leans her head back to gaze at Jason through lazy, half lidded eyes, and slowly and deliberately licks her lips at him.

Jason feels his face burn and he squirms in his chair, unable to keep his eyes off her... in spite of what he knows, he can't stop his body's reaction to this exotic, demonic beauty. In some ways she's more captivating because he knows the truth. "What is that? Do I look like a tasty steak dinner?" he stammers.

She chuckles throatily again, "No, not really -- I don't eat that way. But I like being desired." She considers a moment, slowly drawing a finger along her gleaming lips, then adds huskily, "Tastes good." She smiles lazily at him again, "Drink your coffee. Keep your strength up."

Jason tilts his head. He never thought about it that way. "Guess working at a strip club must be a hell of a buffet..." he replies, taking the coffee cup with his left hand, while sticking his right hand under the table... stashing the crucifix. It would be too awkward to keep holding it. "Is that all you need? Desire?" he queries. His eyes never leave her: he's still uncomfortable, but this new information almost frees him a little to allow the electric tingle over his skin, his spine, as he sits there and almost lets her seduce him...

"Need?" She draws the word out into a slow purr, smiling at him, then murmurs, "Surely you don't live on needs alone?"

Jason shakes his head. "No, but... I meant, specifically for ah... nourishment," he mumbles, sure he's imitating a red beet by now. He absently notes his coffee is half gone before he even realized it. She chuckles, leaning forward suddenly and reaching out to run her finger along his lip. Jason freezes as she reaches out... and when she touches his lip he almost melts, letting out a soft sigh, closing his eyes, and just giving in to it for a moment. He's never had any woman, demonic or otherwise, touch him like that.

Her finger is cool, warming swiftly as she brushes it slowly along his lip... then the touch pulls away. When he finally opens his eyes, she's half smiling, her finger between her own gleaming lips as she considers him. She draws her finger slowly from her mouth, and murmurs a bit huskily, "I think... I had better stop, or I'm going to hurt you by accident." She leans back and deliberately looks away from him. "Mm... too sweet for your own good. So, how is it you can See?"

Jason is almost disappointed. A small part of him would willingly give himself to her, even if it would mean death. But then he'd suspect that's part of the reason succubi are successful. He tries to stem this rush of need by focusing on her question. "I didn't know I could... I mean, there'd been stuff before, but I always assumed it was... not real. Before I met you," he says softly.

She glances sideways at him, amused, and it's almost like she heard or felt or tasted the disappointment, and considers just... one... more... but then she looks away again. "What have you Seen? Anything as... as clearly defined as I, or able to talk? Or just dirty crawling things that feed on carrion and hiss at you?"

"The latter," he admits, signaling the waitress... and once she's in range, orders an orange juice... and a large glass of ice water. "Stuff out of nightmares... I'm sorry, I never got your name."

She murmurs, "What's your favorite female name?"

Jason blinks and gives it a moment's thought. "Diana."

She pulls out her wallet, lays down a twenty dollar bill, and rises, smiling, "The Huntress? I like it. You can call me Diana." She steps over to him, cups his chin in one slender hand, then leans down to press her cool lips softly against his.

The need flares back up again. He kisses her back, almost hungrily, reaching up to wrap his fingers around her wrist lightly, as his lips move against hers, heart fluttering in his chest. For a glorious moment, he's a slave to his desire... it's like drowning in honey, like being drunk... he can feel the sharp prick of fangs as she slowly closes her teeth on his lip, but before there's real pain she goes still... then whispers, "Come find me tomorrow, sweet Jason." She straightens, releasing him, and his head clears a little from her perfume. She gives him a slow, thoughtful, inscrutable smile... then turns and walks with slow grace out the door.

A snatch of verse drifts through Jason's head: "Just like a watch fire / Burning at the Court, / I am aflame all night, / But smouldering by day." He is amazed for a moment that he actually sits and watches her go. Nothing has ever been as compelling as this temptress. No woman has ever made him feel like that -- of course, he'd never been close to any woman. For a moment, he just sits there in the afterglow of that burning contact. He puts the water to his lips and drinks deep, as if trying to bring himself back to his senses with the cold liquid. Minutes ago, given such a respite, he'd have disappeared and never come back. Now... "I'll be there," he whispers to no one at all, staring at Diana only in his mind, clad in caressing flame.




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