Allure (Part 1a)
Title: Allure
Fandom: The Gates
Characters & Pairings: Andie Bates/Dylan Radcliff, ensemble cast
Rating: R
Warnings: underaged sex with an adult, initial dub-con due to uncontrollable succubus powers
Summary: A vampire and a succubus meet on an empty street. It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but in The Gates community it’s a more than likely occurrence. When Andie refuses to eat life force, her strength wanes and her powers go awry in a desperate attempt to feed and survive. So you can imagine the problems that arise when she bumps into the gorgeous vampire Dylan alone on an empty street in the middle of the night. What’s a succubus to do?
Warning: Dub-con this chapter.
Andie tried to focus as she continued to walk. It was getting late but she couldn’t stop walking. She hadn’t fed on human energy since the incident with Charlie and that was almost three weeks ago. Lethargy had set in after two weeks and she knew that if she kept this up, she would die. She needed energy but she refused to risk it. She had nearly killed Charlie that night and she didn’t want to hurt anyone else. Maybe it would be better if she died. At least then she would no longer be a risk to everyone she loved.
She had spent the last week completely exhausted. She barely had the energy to get out of bed every morning and she’d begun sleeping through all of her classes. Hence why she had taken up walking. If she stayed still for any prolonged amount of time, she’d fall asleep and each time she was unsure whether or not she’d wake up again. Her life was now spent in a complete daze of sleep and hunger.
Andie had just turned the block when suddenly she felt something. Looking up, she spotted an older man in his early to mid thirties stepping out of his house for a moment. It took a minute to recognize him, but she realized he was Mr. Radcliff, Charlie’s neighbor. The man was attractive - beyond attractive, if Andie was being honest - but didn’t appear to even notice her. He walked over to his car in the drive and opened the door, reaching inside to grab something and then coming back out.
Look at me.
Suddenly, he paused as if finally noticing that he wasn’t alone.
Notice me.
He turned cautiously, eyes checking the surroundings before finally resting on her. “Hello,” he greeted. Andie immediately noticed his delicious English accent. “Can I help you with something?” he asked as he moved down the drive, stopping in front of her.
Adore me.
The man’s blue eyes unfocused slightly before he leaned down and kissed her. Andie’s hand immediately wove through his blond hair as she tugged on it in ecstasy. His tongue slid against hers and the next thing she knew, he had picked her up and was carrying her inside his house, their mouths still fused. Andie wrapped her legs around him and took the opportunity to grind against him. Again, time passed around her and soon she was being thrown on a large, comfy bed. He stripped off his dress shirt before crawling on top of her, laying kisses on her stomach from where her shirt had ridden up before moving up to her collar bone, then her neck and finally back to her lips. As they kissed, she began tugging his white undershirt out of his slacks, pulling away enough to slip it over his head. He reached out to do the same for her own shirt.
His lips planted themselves on her neck, nipping down to her shoulders where he slid the straps of her bra down to nibble on the skin. She tilted her head back to give him plenty of room as her hand reached up to grip his hair again. He moved to the other side of her neck to do the same thing before giving up on her bra and simply reaching behind her to unclasp it.
He leaned his head down and took a pebbled nipple into his mouth earning himself a throaty groan before Andie quickly got impatient and reached down to unbuckle his belt. He left her breast to unbutton his pants and get out of them, then doing the same for her. Then he returned to his earlier work as Andie wrapped her legs around him once more. He took his time laving her breast with attention and soon had her moaning and grinding against his erection. He moved to do the same to the other breast, but Andie’s patience had reached its end and she reached into his boxers and gripped his erection firmly causing him to pause.
“Now,” she commanded, her voice rough from arousal.
Taking heed, he removed his boxers and her panties before settling back between her thighs. He lined up their bodies and carefully pushed in, his head falling into her neck with a groan as he realized how tight she was. He moved slowly, paying careful attention to see if there would be a barrier. She was young and he was uncertain whether or not she was a virgin. Feeling absolutely no resistance, he finally pushed all the way in and then paused for a minute to give her a moment to adjust. She may not have been a virgin, but it was easy to see that she was still inexperienced.
In the back of his head, this really caused him worry. He had no idea what he was doing with someone this young, but that voice was quickly and easily silenced as he took a deep breath and caught a whiff of her delectable scent. He felt the urge to bite down and almost gave in, but Andie shifted at the last minute, distracting him from the urge and making him focus on more pleasurable pursuits.
He began with a slow rhythm that had Andie kneading his shoulders under her hands in an effort to control the onslaught. She gasped as he grabbed one of her thighs and lifted it up, effectively tilting her hips to allow him deeper. She took the hint and wrapped her legs around him once more, using them to urge him faster. He groaned but complied, slamming into her with more power. Soon, things began getting ferocious as she clung to him, raking her nails down his back, drawing blood while his own hands left bruises on her hips and thighs.
Sensing that he was getting closer, his eyes began to focus on her throat. With a low growl, his face transformed; his eyes turning black and his fangs descending. And with that transformation came clarity. What the hell was he doing? She was a teenage girl for Christ’s sake and his daughter was only down the hall.
Even though his mind had caught on that something was wrong, it was too late. His body was so close to the edge that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Wanting this over as quickly as possible, he reached down and thumbed her clit.
“Oh. Oh GOD!” She screamed as she came, her back arching high off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulder.
Meanwhile, he surged forward, biting into her neck as he came. Biting was half vampire instinct for him and half revenge for whatever magic was at play here. As soon as he got a taste though, he realized that he was unsure if he could stop. For one, it had been a long time since he’d drank fresh human blood. The last time he’d done it was almost three months ago in order to kill Theresa before she could murder the Chief of Police. That was purely to kill and he hadn’t focused on the blood so much as the death. But this… this he savored. It had been eight years since he’d last drunk blood purely for the pleasure of it and even longer since he’d done it during sex.
He forced himself to stop as he felt her come down from her own orgasm. The minute his lips detached from her neck, he’d thrown himself on the other side of the bed, as far away from her as he could manage.
The surprise clearly jolted her and awareness quickly crept into her eyes. “Oh my god,” she whispered, eyes wide. She quickly clutched the messed up covers to her chest as she surveyed him and the room as if seeing them all for the first time. “Oh god,” she muttered, tears beginning to come to her eyes. “What have I done?” Andie quickly turned to him, but was unable to look into his eyes. This was probably a good thing since his fangs and eyes were still blatant. He quickly changed back to his human side before she could notice. “I am so sorry,” she apologized, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. She grabbed the sheet and quickly stood, obviously about to grab her clothes and run.
“Wait,” he commanded standing up, but remaining on the other side of the bed. “What exactly did you do? What… what was this?” he asked.
Andie’s eyes went wide. “I… I…” She had no idea what to say. She couldn’t tell a stranger the truth about her.
Sensing this, he took the first move. “I know that you’re different. It’s rather obvious. And if you’ll look at your neck, you’ll realize I am as well.” The minute he said the word neck, Andie noticed a throb coming from the area. Her hand automatically went up to cup it but she quickly pulled it away when it came back sticky. Looking at it, she realized her hand, and thus her neck, was covered in blood. She quickly spun around and looked into the mirror behind her, tilting her head as she noticed the two puncture marks.
“You’re a vampire,” she realized.
“Yes,” he admitted. “And you are…?”
Andie turned back to face him, acceptance in her eyes. “A succubus,” she answered. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had never met a succubus before. “I am so sorry,” she apologized once more, the tears threatening to return.
Originally, he had been more than a little upset at having been an unwilling participant in their little sexual encounter, but he could see now that she might not have been all that willing either. “What happened?” he asked again.
Andie nibbled on her lower lip, her eyes trained on the ground as she answered. “It’s my fault. I haven’t been feeding.”
“Feeding?” he asked. The terminology was the same as that of a vampire, but he knew that she didn’t need blood. According to myth, succubae killed their lovers.
She nodded her head. “I need the life force of others in order to survive. I get this through touch. A handshake gives me about half an hour, a kiss from a human gives a couple of hours, maybe a day and a kiss from a werewolf lasts me a few days.”
“Then why haven’t you been feeding?” he asked.
Andie took a shaky breath. “A couple of weeks ago, I nearly killed my boyfriend Charlie and since then, I haven’t dared to feed,” she admitted. “I entered the Haze a week ago.”
He had heard about an incident with Nick Monohan’s son but he had no idea what it was. Now he did. “The Haze?” he asked instead.
Andie nodded, finally looking up at him, though with hesitance. “Without energy, a succubus’s powers begin to turn on them and they will die. The Haze is meant as a warning system to let the succubus know that she needs to feed immediately. It starts with lethargy and an inability to focus. Then the vision blurs along with the need to sleep constantly. Lastly comes delirium, hallucinations and finally death,” she explained.
He took a moment to process her words before cautiously asking, “Were you trying to kill yourself?”
“No!” she replied, eyes wide with shock before she began nibbling on her lower lip. “Maybe? I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “I just didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
“And there’s no way to get energy without hurting someone?” he asked. “I mean, I seem perfectly fine.”
Andie took a moment to assess him, her face burning as she realized that he was still naked. However, true to his words, he did appear fine. “I’m not sure how that happened. Maybe because you’re a vampire?” she questioned. “I’ve never gotten this far,” she admitted with a blush. “Not since before my powers manifested. Even Bre… my werewolf friend,” she hastily covered up while internally berating herself for almost naming her friend that was a werewolf, “nearly died from a kiss.”
“Hmmm,” he nodded but internally began wondering. That was odd. A vampire’s regeneration ability is similar to that of a werewolf so there would be no reason why he was better off than a werewolf would be. In fact, how did her powers even work on him if she fed off life force? He was dead. “You still haven’t explained what happened,” he gently changed the topic back.
“Oh, right.” She gave an awkward smile. “Well, before the hallucinations and death, there’s a bit of a defense mechanism,” Andie explained. “My powers are at their strongest as they try and ensnare someone under my thrall. That’s what happened out front. The minute you kissed me… my powers… I couldn’t resist,” she admitted.
“Thrall?” he chuckled. Vampires were widely rumored to be able to thrall their victims but that was just a story. It seemed that it was true for succubae however. He quickly got serious. “So you had no control over what you did?”
“No. I’m so sorry,” she apologized for what had to be the millionth time.
He nodded. “Alright. I understand. But perhaps you should find a werewolf boyfriend or something so that this never happens again,” he cautioned.
Andie nodded. “I’ll figure something out. I promise. I’m so sorry, Mr. Radcliff.”
“Dylan,” he offered automatically before wincing. It was really best he not get any closer to the girl than he already had. She nodded awkwardly, clearly thinking the same thing. She headed for the door but he cleared his throat causing her to turn back around to him. “I think you’re forgetting something…?”
“Andie,” she offered reluctantly.
“Well, Andie. You’re wearing my sheet.”
Andie looked down completely mortified as she remembered that she was indeed still wearing his sheet. Reaching down, she grabbed her clothes and changed into them while still awkwardly holding the sheet to her body. It was a move that was rather unnecessary given that they’d just had sex, but considering the circumstances, made perfect sense. Once clothed, she dropped the bedding, her face entirely red by now. “Sorry. Thanks,” she muttered as she scampered out the door.
It wasn’t until she was half way home that she even realized how good she felt. She hadn’t felt like this since before she even found out she was a succubus. After finding out the truth, Dr. Peg had put her on a horrible round of medication that caused drowsiness, nausea and, most worryingly, aphasia. She couldn’t focus or think and her words came out all mismatched. It was no surprise that Andie had thrown the pills out. She’d tried to control it on her own, but one kiss to Charlie had him passed out. Even Brett, her ex-boyfriend and a werewolf, couldn’t last longer than a kiss against her powers.
Just when she had given up, her friend Mia had given her Devil’s Weed which, at the time, seemed like a miracle cure. As a witch, Mia had access to all sorts of herbs and potions. But she was also still learning the craft and hadn’t realized how dangerous Devil’s Weed really was.
One day a little over a month ago, Mia made a tiny miscalculation with the potion and Charlie nearly died as a result. They brought Charlie to Dr. Peg who, luckily, was able to save him, but when Peg asked what happened, they had been forced to confess the truth. That was also when Andie and Mia found out that the reason why Devil’s Weed controlled Andie’s powers was because it was a poison. It had been weakening her and with prolonged exposure, would have killed her. Peg had put Andie back on her original medication, but once again Andie threw the pills away. She refused to live her life the way she had while on those meds. Instead, she simply chose not to feed on anyone’s energy, purposefully going out of her way not to touch people and even though it was getting to be summer time, still wore long sleeves.
But now, Andie felt like a million bucks. She wasn’t sure if it was the energy or the sex itself (which, she had to admit, was amazing), but she was positively jumping out of her skin at how happy she was. This amazing feeling, this natural high, lasted about a week. That was longer than any other energy feeding lasted.
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Fandom: The Gates
Characters & Pairings: Andie Bates/Dylan Radcliff, ensemble cast
Rating: R
Warnings: underaged sex with an adult, initial dub-con due to uncontrollable succubus powers
Summary: A vampire and a succubus meet on an empty street. It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but in The Gates community it’s a more than likely occurrence. When Andie refuses to eat life force, her strength wanes and her powers go awry in a desperate attempt to feed and survive. So you can imagine the problems that arise when she bumps into the gorgeous vampire Dylan alone on an empty street in the middle of the night. What’s a succubus to do?
Warning: Dub-con this chapter.
Andie tried to focus as she continued to walk. It was getting late but she couldn’t stop walking. She hadn’t fed on human energy since the incident with Charlie and that was almost three weeks ago. Lethargy had set in after two weeks and she knew that if she kept this up, she would die. She needed energy but she refused to risk it. She had nearly killed Charlie that night and she didn’t want to hurt anyone else. Maybe it would be better if she died. At least then she would no longer be a risk to everyone she loved.
She had spent the last week completely exhausted. She barely had the energy to get out of bed every morning and she’d begun sleeping through all of her classes. Hence why she had taken up walking. If she stayed still for any prolonged amount of time, she’d fall asleep and each time she was unsure whether or not she’d wake up again. Her life was now spent in a complete daze of sleep and hunger.
Andie had just turned the block when suddenly she felt something. Looking up, she spotted an older man in his early to mid thirties stepping out of his house for a moment. It took a minute to recognize him, but she realized he was Mr. Radcliff, Charlie’s neighbor. The man was attractive - beyond attractive, if Andie was being honest - but didn’t appear to even notice her. He walked over to his car in the drive and opened the door, reaching inside to grab something and then coming back out.
Look at me.
Suddenly, he paused as if finally noticing that he wasn’t alone.
Notice me.
He turned cautiously, eyes checking the surroundings before finally resting on her. “Hello,” he greeted. Andie immediately noticed his delicious English accent. “Can I help you with something?” he asked as he moved down the drive, stopping in front of her.
Adore me.
The man’s blue eyes unfocused slightly before he leaned down and kissed her. Andie’s hand immediately wove through his blond hair as she tugged on it in ecstasy. His tongue slid against hers and the next thing she knew, he had picked her up and was carrying her inside his house, their mouths still fused. Andie wrapped her legs around him and took the opportunity to grind against him. Again, time passed around her and soon she was being thrown on a large, comfy bed. He stripped off his dress shirt before crawling on top of her, laying kisses on her stomach from where her shirt had ridden up before moving up to her collar bone, then her neck and finally back to her lips. As they kissed, she began tugging his white undershirt out of his slacks, pulling away enough to slip it over his head. He reached out to do the same for her own shirt.
His lips planted themselves on her neck, nipping down to her shoulders where he slid the straps of her bra down to nibble on the skin. She tilted her head back to give him plenty of room as her hand reached up to grip his hair again. He moved to the other side of her neck to do the same thing before giving up on her bra and simply reaching behind her to unclasp it.
He leaned his head down and took a pebbled nipple into his mouth earning himself a throaty groan before Andie quickly got impatient and reached down to unbuckle his belt. He left her breast to unbutton his pants and get out of them, then doing the same for her. Then he returned to his earlier work as Andie wrapped her legs around him once more. He took his time laving her breast with attention and soon had her moaning and grinding against his erection. He moved to do the same to the other breast, but Andie’s patience had reached its end and she reached into his boxers and gripped his erection firmly causing him to pause.
“Now,” she commanded, her voice rough from arousal.
Taking heed, he removed his boxers and her panties before settling back between her thighs. He lined up their bodies and carefully pushed in, his head falling into her neck with a groan as he realized how tight she was. He moved slowly, paying careful attention to see if there would be a barrier. She was young and he was uncertain whether or not she was a virgin. Feeling absolutely no resistance, he finally pushed all the way in and then paused for a minute to give her a moment to adjust. She may not have been a virgin, but it was easy to see that she was still inexperienced.
In the back of his head, this really caused him worry. He had no idea what he was doing with someone this young, but that voice was quickly and easily silenced as he took a deep breath and caught a whiff of her delectable scent. He felt the urge to bite down and almost gave in, but Andie shifted at the last minute, distracting him from the urge and making him focus on more pleasurable pursuits.
He began with a slow rhythm that had Andie kneading his shoulders under her hands in an effort to control the onslaught. She gasped as he grabbed one of her thighs and lifted it up, effectively tilting her hips to allow him deeper. She took the hint and wrapped her legs around him once more, using them to urge him faster. He groaned but complied, slamming into her with more power. Soon, things began getting ferocious as she clung to him, raking her nails down his back, drawing blood while his own hands left bruises on her hips and thighs.
Sensing that he was getting closer, his eyes began to focus on her throat. With a low growl, his face transformed; his eyes turning black and his fangs descending. And with that transformation came clarity. What the hell was he doing? She was a teenage girl for Christ’s sake and his daughter was only down the hall.
Even though his mind had caught on that something was wrong, it was too late. His body was so close to the edge that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Wanting this over as quickly as possible, he reached down and thumbed her clit.
“Oh. Oh GOD!” She screamed as she came, her back arching high off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulder.
Meanwhile, he surged forward, biting into her neck as he came. Biting was half vampire instinct for him and half revenge for whatever magic was at play here. As soon as he got a taste though, he realized that he was unsure if he could stop. For one, it had been a long time since he’d drank fresh human blood. The last time he’d done it was almost three months ago in order to kill Theresa before she could murder the Chief of Police. That was purely to kill and he hadn’t focused on the blood so much as the death. But this… this he savored. It had been eight years since he’d last drunk blood purely for the pleasure of it and even longer since he’d done it during sex.
He forced himself to stop as he felt her come down from her own orgasm. The minute his lips detached from her neck, he’d thrown himself on the other side of the bed, as far away from her as he could manage.
The surprise clearly jolted her and awareness quickly crept into her eyes. “Oh my god,” she whispered, eyes wide. She quickly clutched the messed up covers to her chest as she surveyed him and the room as if seeing them all for the first time. “Oh god,” she muttered, tears beginning to come to her eyes. “What have I done?” Andie quickly turned to him, but was unable to look into his eyes. This was probably a good thing since his fangs and eyes were still blatant. He quickly changed back to his human side before she could notice. “I am so sorry,” she apologized, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. She grabbed the sheet and quickly stood, obviously about to grab her clothes and run.
“Wait,” he commanded standing up, but remaining on the other side of the bed. “What exactly did you do? What… what was this?” he asked.
Andie’s eyes went wide. “I… I…” She had no idea what to say. She couldn’t tell a stranger the truth about her.
Sensing this, he took the first move. “I know that you’re different. It’s rather obvious. And if you’ll look at your neck, you’ll realize I am as well.” The minute he said the word neck, Andie noticed a throb coming from the area. Her hand automatically went up to cup it but she quickly pulled it away when it came back sticky. Looking at it, she realized her hand, and thus her neck, was covered in blood. She quickly spun around and looked into the mirror behind her, tilting her head as she noticed the two puncture marks.
“You’re a vampire,” she realized.
“Yes,” he admitted. “And you are…?”
Andie turned back to face him, acceptance in her eyes. “A succubus,” she answered. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had never met a succubus before. “I am so sorry,” she apologized once more, the tears threatening to return.
Originally, he had been more than a little upset at having been an unwilling participant in their little sexual encounter, but he could see now that she might not have been all that willing either. “What happened?” he asked again.
Andie nibbled on her lower lip, her eyes trained on the ground as she answered. “It’s my fault. I haven’t been feeding.”
“Feeding?” he asked. The terminology was the same as that of a vampire, but he knew that she didn’t need blood. According to myth, succubae killed their lovers.
She nodded her head. “I need the life force of others in order to survive. I get this through touch. A handshake gives me about half an hour, a kiss from a human gives a couple of hours, maybe a day and a kiss from a werewolf lasts me a few days.”
“Then why haven’t you been feeding?” he asked.
Andie took a shaky breath. “A couple of weeks ago, I nearly killed my boyfriend Charlie and since then, I haven’t dared to feed,” she admitted. “I entered the Haze a week ago.”
He had heard about an incident with Nick Monohan’s son but he had no idea what it was. Now he did. “The Haze?” he asked instead.
Andie nodded, finally looking up at him, though with hesitance. “Without energy, a succubus’s powers begin to turn on them and they will die. The Haze is meant as a warning system to let the succubus know that she needs to feed immediately. It starts with lethargy and an inability to focus. Then the vision blurs along with the need to sleep constantly. Lastly comes delirium, hallucinations and finally death,” she explained.
He took a moment to process her words before cautiously asking, “Were you trying to kill yourself?”
“No!” she replied, eyes wide with shock before she began nibbling on her lower lip. “Maybe? I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “I just didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
“And there’s no way to get energy without hurting someone?” he asked. “I mean, I seem perfectly fine.”
Andie took a moment to assess him, her face burning as she realized that he was still naked. However, true to his words, he did appear fine. “I’m not sure how that happened. Maybe because you’re a vampire?” she questioned. “I’ve never gotten this far,” she admitted with a blush. “Not since before my powers manifested. Even Bre… my werewolf friend,” she hastily covered up while internally berating herself for almost naming her friend that was a werewolf, “nearly died from a kiss.”
“Hmmm,” he nodded but internally began wondering. That was odd. A vampire’s regeneration ability is similar to that of a werewolf so there would be no reason why he was better off than a werewolf would be. In fact, how did her powers even work on him if she fed off life force? He was dead. “You still haven’t explained what happened,” he gently changed the topic back.
“Oh, right.” She gave an awkward smile. “Well, before the hallucinations and death, there’s a bit of a defense mechanism,” Andie explained. “My powers are at their strongest as they try and ensnare someone under my thrall. That’s what happened out front. The minute you kissed me… my powers… I couldn’t resist,” she admitted.
“Thrall?” he chuckled. Vampires were widely rumored to be able to thrall their victims but that was just a story. It seemed that it was true for succubae however. He quickly got serious. “So you had no control over what you did?”
“No. I’m so sorry,” she apologized for what had to be the millionth time.
He nodded. “Alright. I understand. But perhaps you should find a werewolf boyfriend or something so that this never happens again,” he cautioned.
Andie nodded. “I’ll figure something out. I promise. I’m so sorry, Mr. Radcliff.”
“Dylan,” he offered automatically before wincing. It was really best he not get any closer to the girl than he already had. She nodded awkwardly, clearly thinking the same thing. She headed for the door but he cleared his throat causing her to turn back around to him. “I think you’re forgetting something…?”
“Andie,” she offered reluctantly.
“Well, Andie. You’re wearing my sheet.”
Andie looked down completely mortified as she remembered that she was indeed still wearing his sheet. Reaching down, she grabbed her clothes and changed into them while still awkwardly holding the sheet to her body. It was a move that was rather unnecessary given that they’d just had sex, but considering the circumstances, made perfect sense. Once clothed, she dropped the bedding, her face entirely red by now. “Sorry. Thanks,” she muttered as she scampered out the door.
It wasn’t until she was half way home that she even realized how good she felt. She hadn’t felt like this since before she even found out she was a succubus. After finding out the truth, Dr. Peg had put her on a horrible round of medication that caused drowsiness, nausea and, most worryingly, aphasia. She couldn’t focus or think and her words came out all mismatched. It was no surprise that Andie had thrown the pills out. She’d tried to control it on her own, but one kiss to Charlie had him passed out. Even Brett, her ex-boyfriend and a werewolf, couldn’t last longer than a kiss against her powers.
Just when she had given up, her friend Mia had given her Devil’s Weed which, at the time, seemed like a miracle cure. As a witch, Mia had access to all sorts of herbs and potions. But she was also still learning the craft and hadn’t realized how dangerous Devil’s Weed really was.
One day a little over a month ago, Mia made a tiny miscalculation with the potion and Charlie nearly died as a result. They brought Charlie to Dr. Peg who, luckily, was able to save him, but when Peg asked what happened, they had been forced to confess the truth. That was also when Andie and Mia found out that the reason why Devil’s Weed controlled Andie’s powers was because it was a poison. It had been weakening her and with prolonged exposure, would have killed her. Peg had put Andie back on her original medication, but once again Andie threw the pills away. She refused to live her life the way she had while on those meds. Instead, she simply chose not to feed on anyone’s energy, purposefully going out of her way not to touch people and even though it was getting to be summer time, still wore long sleeves.
But now, Andie felt like a million bucks. She wasn’t sure if it was the energy or the sex itself (which, she had to admit, was amazing), but she was positively jumping out of her skin at how happy she was. This amazing feeling, this natural high, lasted about a week. That was longer than any other energy feeding lasted.
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