Diary of a Perky-Lock: Tricks of the Trade...

Dear Diary,

Oh hello, my lovely little darlings! And how are all my appetizers doing today? Good? I hope so. I hope you are all nicely stewing in your juices, ripening on the vine as it were. Let's see what to tell, what to tell? Well, your favorite succi has a had to have a little move. Since I had the little abortive run-in with Mr. Nosbren, I couldn't very well stay over the Slaughtered Lamb anymore, could I my dears. No that would have been a good way to get yours truly stuck with a nasty, pointy, envenomed thing in the middle of the night. Or even worse... a visit from the local clergy. And not the bend me over the coffee table and make me confess like an altar boy type of visit either. No no, we're talking exorcism and expulsion, two of my least favorite things. That just wouldn't do at all. So I abandoned my little flat and made off with my bottles and baubles to a new place here in Old Towne.

Old Towne is a wonderful district, so full of local color. The best thing about it is, no one really is surprised to find the occasional body here. It's a rough borough, with lots of criminal types. They're not terribly tasty, but what they lack in quality they make up for in quantity.  I really only have to go into one of the many local pubs for carryout. It's kind of like elvish cuisine though, if you know what I mean. After you have one, in an hour or so you're hungry again! I should cut back. I think my ass his spreading. What do you think, lovely? Here, take feel... that's it... right there. Hah! Just playing with you, my dear. I would never snack on you, really... I mean it. Stop laughing! I mean it!

Okay, so maybe my lying isn't so good today. But I would eat you last, darlings, because you are just that special to me, and that is the truth, cross my h-h-heart...

... h-hu-hurt-ts...

...h-heart...what was I saying?

Oh yes, I w-was talking about f-food. Plenty of it here, like I said. You might wonder how it is that a succubus can attract meals. I mean we're not exactly inconspicuous are we. We've already talked a bit in the past about assumptions and realities when it comes to what a little demonic flower like myself really is. I get the feeling now that I can trust you, so maybe I can share a little more. Would you like t-th-that...

... it hurts, please... it h-hurts... make it stop-p-p...

... t-that, I b-bet you would. You see, my dears, people walk around thinking the world is pretty much as they see it. It's their greatest weakness with regards to my kind actually. Because that's not how I see you, babies. Oh no. That fleshy bit of congealed matter you have wrapped around you barely registers when I look at one of you. No, what I see is that halo of thoughts and events and memories that dances around your bright little cores like a like a miniature solar system. Everything's right there, honey, from your first kiss, to the time your dad touched you the wrong way, to the first man you killed. Everything, and every little moment you've had and wished you would have. It's like a storybook. They follow you around like a cloud, your little wishes and dreams, with that bright light shining them into being. It's really not to terribly difficult to wrap myself up in them like a blanket. I can wear them to get close, so we can t-touch...

... V-Voh... p-please... make it s-s-ttt-op ... it hurts me... s-sss-so c-c-cold...

... g-get close, t-touch-ch. I can be everything you ever wanted. You don't see me at all. You see your lost love, or your first girlfriend, or the guy you made your toes curl in the hey loft, or a dozen other people all rolled into one, mother, lover, whore. You just pull me in tight then, deeper into you then any lover can ever get. And when I start to take, you want me to. And the more I take, to more you want me to. Till eventually, all that bright light spills out of you and into me, into all those dark c-cold places inside me. And I'm all full and happy. See how it is? That's why we need you so much, my babies. You m-make us... happy...w-warm..

...V-oh... I'm sorry... s-stay away... hu-hungry... so hungry...