Wednesday Briefs #16 Diventando: Becoming

Copyright JC Wallace 2013

Welcome to another installment of Diventando: Becoming. Each week a group of authors participate weekly in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. Each installment is 500-1000 words long and are posted to our blogs each week. After you read the latest in my story, click on the link at the end to visit other flashers. 

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Owen jumped back with a shout as the image of the sword coming towards his neck vanished. He turned around in the small bathroom almost expecting Turk be behind him. He rubbed his hand over his neck, checking to make sure…what? That his head was still attached?  His heart pounded in his ears. The vision had been so real; visceral in every sense. Owen had smelled something sweet in the air. Had felt the rage emanating from Turk as he’d raised his silver blade. Had heard the scream, which still echoed in his ears. Had felt the tingle of something on his neck. And in Turk’s beautiful brown eyes he’d seen pure hatred covering a deep, soulful pain. But none of it had been real.

The day he took my head off is as real as I am now.

Owen barked out a laugh. The mad sort of chuckle bounced off the tiled walls.

“You’re not real. I’m stuck in some fucked up version of hell, dying from cancer in a morphine induced coma.”

A snort filled his head. Human, herbal concoctions designed to keep me from becoming were the only source of your illness. Not cancer.

“No! No,” Owen said, vehemently shaking his head. “You’re lying. Trying to trick me. You’re not real!” Owen clutched his head in his hands and squeezed his eyes tight. “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real.” He chanted over and over, hoping the mantra would stop the voice and return his life to its cancer eating reality. God, now he was wishing he had cancer!

CEASE HUMAN!

Owen reeled back and fell against the small sink attached to the wall. Damn, that was loud! The sound still vibrated through his skull and teeth and bones.

I am as real as the sun and the moon in the sky. As real as the eons of time that have passed since my creation. And in those eons I have seduced and taken power from countless men, feeding my desire, bending them to my will. Until I was trapped inside of this useless body pumped full of poison to keep me at bay.

At bay? Poison?

“Are you talking about my chemotherapy treatments?”

Poison! Designed to keep me from emerging and taking form.

The bathroom disappeared before Owen’s eyes and he was lying in a bed inside one of the rooms in Dr. Celo’s clinic. He’d spent months at a time there fighting for his life…or so he had thought. The usual IV drip went into a vein in his thin, wasting arm. His mother stood near the door conversing quietly with Dr. Celo.

Oh, how he missed his mother. Her black hair pulled back in that no-nonsense bun, her face drawn with dark circles under his eyes. Beautiful, but exhausted. She had been his rock. Why hadn’t he listened to her and stayed at home? No, he had to go and be independent.

Stop the insipid whining and listen, human.

“Cynthia, the drugs aren’t working like they should. Every two years we’re back here. We need drugs that are stronger that will keep the illness.” Dr. Celo looked toward Owen who quickly averted his eyes. Dr. Celo continued speaking with his mother. “We need to keep this at bay for longer periods of time or I fear the drugs will eventually shut down his body.”

His mother wrung her hands and tears filled her eyes. “There has to be something stronger. What about that priestess in South America?”

Dr. Celo shook his head, and ran a hand over his bristly grey hair. “Many have verified her ability to exorcise the Incubus however I can’t—”.

The room at the clinic faded suddenly and Owen was back in the bathroom standing before the sink.

“Wait no! Take me back. I need to hear.”

Dr. Celo had said exorcism.

Owen had heard the word. “You can be exorcised?”

The spark of hope Owen allowed in his gut tried to spread and grow, however he kept the diseased emotion small as he’d done so often when he was sick. Hope was okay in small doses,  however too much was guaranteed heartbreak.

Nonsense! Hearsay. No one can exorcise an incubus! I have been with you since your birth.

Owen gasped. “T-that’s not possible! I didn’t get sick until I was a teenager.”

I slumber until the age of manhood. You, human, were late to the hormones of puberty. (The voice said this with a tone of exasperation). And then when I was to emerge and solidify my transformation, the poison locked me away in a dark corner of your mind. I don’t like dark corners.

That last declaration had been mumbled. Owen snorted thinking of the big bad demon afraid of the dark.

Ahh! What was he thinking? There was no demon.

I am as real as—

“Yeah, yeah. You told me,” Owen said a little fed up with the entire conversation. Having a talking know-it-all-demon in his head was worse than hell. And that made him think. And his eyes widened. “Um, just how were you born inside of me?” The minute he asked Owen knew he’d regret doing so.

Human bodies are fragile. The power I consume quickly deteriorates the condition of the vessel. I must have a vessel to survive. When a body wears out I must seek a new vessel by mating with a female.

Owen’s eyes widened and his stomach rolled in that on-a-rocking-boat kind of way. The demon was talking about…

“Oh. My. God! You had sex with my mother!” The horror burned into his brain, and he couldn’t remove the gut-churning vision.

The demon actually fucking chuckled. My vessel performed intercourse with the woman who bore you.

“Oh, no.” Owen turned around and braced his hands on the sink. Drawing in deep breaths through his nose, he tried to calm his body reaction. The demon in his body was also his father.

I did not father you. The human whose vessel I inhabited impregnated the woman. Incubi are created, not born, and we cannot procreate.

Owen groaned. “Great. I’m in hell and hallucinating and I have a fucking parasite!”

A roar filled Owen’s mind and the rage poured freely.

You have no idea the power I possess!

“Yeah, but you’re trapped inside of a weak human,” Owen snapped.

Silence was the only response. Good, finally silence. Owen walked to the shower and was about to turn on the water when a rush of heat flooded his body. He stumbled and leaned against the cool tiles. Searing his veins, and flooding into his groin, the heat rushed the blood to his cock. Precum flowed freely from the head and his balls ached with the need to come. But that wasn’t the only need. A hunger sprouted deep in his groin spreading like spilled ink on a paper, saturating and moving outward, invading his cells, staining his very being.  

The intensity of the hunger melded with the need…the need to…oh fuck!…the need to take someone and devour their very essence, swallow them whole. Owen grabbed his dick in his hand, panting, as sweat soaked his hair and beaded on his skin. He imagined Turk, glorious dark skinned Turk, and he worked his dick in long, tight strokes as a shiver coursed over his skin.

My power is strong. I can give you everything you desire. Turk can be yours. The seduction of an incubus is one seduction that is irresistible.

Owen’s head fell back. His legs shook with the intensity of the pleasure. His mouth watered as he imagined Turk laid out before him, legs splayed wide, body glistening, groaning and writhing. Without a touch, he responded to Owen, begging and pleading.

Oh, yes!

Yes, the demon hissed. Give me your power. Bring me to the forefront and I will get you your hunter.

Owen’s pulls on his cock increased and a low growl escaped his throat unlike anything he’d ever uttered. He was on the balls of his feet chasing his orgasm, needing to cum as if his next breath depended on the act. The muscles in his stomach clenched and his neck muscles corded as his jaw tightened. He wasn’t sure if he was going to survive when he exploded. A heated dizziness filled his head. Nothing could stop the speeding bullet that was his orgasm as the demon chanted in his head.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Owen’s mouth dropped open and the air rushed from his lungs, as the first ejaculate squirted from his pulsing dick. With each spasm of his balls, the bliss coated him like a gossamer blanket and shudders jerked the muscles in his arms and legs.

The demon roared and as if putting on an Owen suit, stretched out and filled Owen’s arms, pushed into his legs, and filled his head. When Owen tried to move, nothing happened. When his hand lifted from his cock, he wasn’t the one who’d lifted the appendage.

Fuck! Owen was no longer in charge of his body.

A deep chuckle filled the room. “The one in charge would be me.”

Shit.

The demon walked over and threw open the locked bathroom door practically ripping it off the hinges.

“Time to find the hunter.”

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