Eaten Up Inside

By: Ashley Hartwell

Drake sat contently on the sofa in his living room watching television in only his black flame boxers. The remote control in his left, he switched the channels every so often as he decided on what to watch. A moment later Pixie came walking in from the front door; she looked around and saw that Ash wasn’t home, then looked over at Drake, who didn’t even acknowledge her presents, and walked over to sit beside him on the sofa.

“What are you watching?” Pixie asked, slouched lazily against the back cushions.

“Nothing really,” Drake answered without looking at her and continued to switch the stations. Pixie began to remember all the time her and Drake use to spend together when she was fighting with her ex-boyfriend, Freddy Krueger, and how they slept together all the time, fooling around when no one was looking and sneaking out at night to see each other, but now, two years later, Drake wouldn’t even look at her. Pixie didn’t blame him, she did, after all, forget about him completely and go running back to Freddy, but now she had forgot about Freddy for over a year now and when she came back to Drake, he didn’t want anything to do with her. She didn’t blame him for that either, Drake wasn’t only a toy to her as she made it seem, she really had feelings for him, but she had blew it big time.

Pixie only saw Drake when she hug out with Ash and never spoke a word to him unless he spoke to her first but he never did. She wished on her own life that she could have another chance to make things right again. “Drake, do you hate me?” Pixie asked after a few moments, staring at him from across the sofa.

Drake only glared her way. “Hate you? Naw, I don’t hate you,” he answered, eyes still fixated to the television.

“Then why don’t you ever talk to me?” she asked, scooting closer to him.

“Nothing much to say really,” he said with a deep sigh.

“Remember…remember the night we were in that cabin while Ash went looking for Freddy?” Pixie asked.

Drake froze half in surprise and half with anger. He didn’t say anything at first as he tightened his grip on the remote, feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness come over him. “Yeah, I remember,” he said quietly.

“Wasn’t that fun?” Pixie asked with a smile.

“Why are you asking me these questions, Pixie?” Drake said, almost growling at her. Pixie noticed his anger, how his knuckles turned whiter as he squeezed the remote and how his other hand had clenched into a fist.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Pixie said, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, you should be use to it by now,” Drake snarled through his teeth. Pixie felt tears swelling in her eyes at Drake’s comment, the salty liquid running down her blushing cheeks. When she sniffled, Drake noticed, immediately feeling bad about it. He didn’t want to make her cry, he just wanted to be left alone and not be used by her again.

“I just wanted to talk to you, maybe become friends with you again. I’m sorry, Drake, I’m sorry, I was wrong to do what I did to you,” Pixie whimpered, sobbing uncontrollably. Drake to turned to her. “When Freddy wanted me back I became so happy that I didn’t take into consideration your feelings, then I left him again when I realized the mistake I had made. I knew he’d never change, deep down inside I knew, but I went back to him anyway.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Drake asked.

“I didn’t think it would matter, I didn’t think what we had was serious and then, after I went back to Freddy, I found that I really had feelings for you, that I didn’t want to be with that asshole, I wanted to be with you.” Pixie explained.

“You should have told me, told me how you felt. Pixie, I love you, I’ve always had and when I finally got you it wasn’t real, that’s what hurt the most.” Drake said.

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know. I understand that you were blinded with joy, but watching you leave me like that was like a stab to the heart and I didn’t want it to happen again, so I avoided you at all cause and now I regret it.”

“I know it’s been a long time, but do you think we could fix this?” Pixie asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“I don’t see why not,” Drake said. Pixie lunged forward, leaping into Drake’s lap and kissing him on the lips. Drake wrapped his huge arms around her, kissing her back deeply and passionately. Pixie kissed him down his neck, tickling his white skin. Drake kissed her back on her neck, his hands fidgeting around her backside, traveling up her back, down her pants and rubbing her sensitive tail.

Suddenly, Pixie jumped off Drake to stand on the floor before him. “It’s been a while, why don’t show me what you’ve learned,” she said seductively, running into the bedroom. Drake stood with a grin; he had a secret she had yet to discover.

Pixie leapt onto the bed and turned to watch Drake enter the room. His dark figure stood in the doorway; she couldn’t see him, only the shadow of his tall form. “Come on, Drake,” Pixie begged.

“Pixie, I think there’s something you should know about me,” Drake said, his voice deeper now and more evil.

“What? You’re not gay, are you?”

Drake chuckled deeply. “No, I’ve just… changed a lot sense I saw you last.” He explained. “Now, I hope you aren’t afraid, but over the past two years, I’ve become an…an incubus.” Drake stepped forward out of the shadows, his eyes glowing bright red. Pixie was transfixed to him; his body had doubled in size, his muscles were more toned and covered in black tattoos, his tail was thicker, his horns larger and his body had piercings in various places; his eyebrow, his lip, his nipples and she discovered later that his tongue was also.

“Oh my god, Drake, you’re huge. What happened?” Pixie asked, backing away slightly as he stepped towards her.

“It’s a long story, but why does it matter?” Drake said, crawling onto the bed.

“Is this what was happening that year you and Ash left for the Land of the Gods?” Pixie found herself becoming nervous.

“Yes.”

“But I thought it was just a trip you guys were taking to discover your past and Ash’s future.”

“It was. I discovered a lot about my past; many things happened that year that you don’t know about,” Drake explained as he lay on the bed beside her.

“I want to know everything, Drake. Please tell me,” Pixie begged.

“Alright,” Drake sighed. “Our entire reason for traveling to the Land of the Gods is because I was becoming an incubus; my mind and body was out of control. The brothers Djinn told us we should travel there because it was my birth place and that we both would find answers there.”

“Why was this happening to you?”

“Incubus blood had always been there in my gene pool, but it had only recently been awoken. But now I have control of it and it’s now a part of me. What I had thought was a new burden is now something that makes me stronger,” Drake said.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me?” Pixie asked.

“Well, Ash thought it was my secret to keep, so she didn’t tell anyone and plus, incubus are feared in Xowi City. I don’t want to be arrested and killed,” he explained.

“Yeah, that’s a good reason,” Pixie giggled. “So, what does being an incubus say about you now? I mean, what’s different besides the obvious?”

“My demonic instincts are defiantly much higher; in the heat of passion or rage, I become a complete animal almost to the point to where I can’t control myself, but that also increases my strength too.” Drake began to purr and his long glossy black tail began to sway like a cat in the excitement of talking to Pixie.

“My demon instincts are never used because I’m not use to being with other demons. Your the only demon I’ve ever been with, but all those times I was holding them back because I didn’t want you to get attached to me in the permanent way that male demons do,” Pixie said. “However, I would gladly open them up to you now.” Drake could smell Pixie’s sent in a way he had never before, a tantalizing odor that made him aroused and drew out the deepest parts of his incubus side; he wanted her so badly that the very thought of not taking her now angered him.

Drake reached for Pixie’s hip and pulled her close to him. Pixie could hear him purring deeply, it sounded like the growling of a tiger, powerful and intimidating. “Wait, now I remember, we can’t do this now Drake,” Pixie said.

“Why not?” Drake asked softly.

“This is Ash’s bed and now that she’s become part demon she’ll know what’s happened here just by the smell,” Pixie explained.

“Yeah you’re right, but where to you suggest we go?”

“No where…at least for now, Ash is already going to know we were in her bed, questions are going to be asked and I don’t want to anger her.”

“Why do you think she’ll be angry about us being together?” Drake asked, slightly annoyed with her suggestion of not spending the night with him.

“She told me I wasn’t allowed to do anything with you, if I was to get back with you, without telling her first.”

Drake sighed. “Why?” he asked.

“It’s the werewolf thing, you know, she’s the alpha wolf and we’re only her pack mates. In real wolf packs only two members are allowed to mate, the alpha male and the alpha female. She’ll let us if we ask, if not, her instincts are going to take over completely as soon as she sniffs out what happened.”

“But I need you now, Pixie,” Drake whimpered.

“Well, where is Ash?”

“Out with the rest of the pack hunting. I don’t see what good that’ll do though, she doesn’t get back until about mid night when Lance gets here and it’ll be impossible to find her now, she could be anywhere out side the city gates,” Drake explained.

“Well then we’re going to have to wait Drake, we have no other choice.” Pixie said.

Drake sighed again, at the same moment his demon form came back to him, his body shrinking only slightly. Suddenly, the two demons heard a loud noise, like stomping footsteps; it was coming from out side the front door. “Someone’s here,” Drake said, becoming nervous.

“Drake!” Called a voice from the kitchen as the door slammed shut. “I waited for you at the bar and got impatient, so I came over, I hope you don’t mind.” The voice was high pitched, obviously belonging to a young girl.

“Oh shit! It’s Yumi! I forgot I had a date!” Drake said, slapping his forehead as he scurried off the bed.

“Yumi?!” Pixie shouted. “The werewolf?! Isn’t she like seventeen?”

“Well you know, beggars can’t be choosers,” Drake shrugged with a half grin.

“Drake, you’re twenty eight.”

“Oh come on, the girl is in love with me, plus she’s cute as hell and by cute I mean hot.” Drake motioned toward the door, sweeping his hand towards it to tell her to go.

“Alright, I’ll leave. Just don’t sleep with her.”

“Um…too late.”

“Drake!”

“What?! I had a lot to drink that night, how was I suppose to know she was seventeen?” Drake shrieked his explanation. “Just go, we’ll talk about this later.” Drake pushed Pixie along, out into the living room and out the front door. “Bye, bye now!” Drake said through the door.

“Who was that?” Yumi asked, her big beautiful brown eyes twinkling with joy at the very sight of Drake.

“That? That was my, um…my sister,” Drake lied with a grin.

“Oh,” Yumi said with a suspiciously happy smile and hugged Drake as he stepped away from the door. “I missed you, lover.” Yumi sighed, rubbing her warm cheek against Drake’s chest.

“Missed you too,” Drake said, hugging her back. He could smell her, her sent was almost as strong as Pixie’s was and he was still extremely aroused, but Yumi had yet to notice. Drake found that the multiple female scents in the air were beginning to force his incubus form back to him; he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold on to his demon side.

As Yumi held onto Drake, he began to tighten his grip on her in his fight not to change, but he couldn’t help it, he changed; he was so excited by all the attention he was getting that he had no choice but to take any female he was close to. Yumi looked up at Drake’s now towering form. “Drake? What happened to you?” she asked, her arms still around him.

Drake growled, baring his teeth in a threatening manner, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that it hurt her. “I need you now,” he growled deeply.

“Drake, you’re hurting me,” Yumi whimpered. Drake ignored her cries and held her tighter, but in her fit of fear, Yumi transformed into a werewolf in Drake’s hands. The horny demon freed her immediately and jumped back as the giant wolf head snarled and roared at him. Instead of fighting Drake, Yumi’s now huge wolfish form opened the front door and took off. Drake only watched, he didn’t have the strength to run after her and he didn’t want to be in the streets looking like he did at the moment.

“Damn!” Drake snarled to himself. His body temperature had begun to rise, he needed a release so badly that he became enraged by his need and if he didn’t get it soon he’d become out of control. Feeling light headed, he sat on the sofa, sweat beginning to form on his forehead.

Drake’s vision was turning red, just like all those times that he had no control over his actions. He began to panic, breathing heavier and trying to stand but his muscles had weakened and he fell onto the floor with at thud. “No, not again…” Drake growled, struggling to fight for control of himself. As the bright red of the world faded, he passed out, giving into the sensations of the change.

Drake woke up that night just as Ash was walking in with Lance from her hunt. He looked around as his heavy eyes eased their way open and realized he was lying on the couch. All of what had happened before he passed out came back to him like a smack across the face and he panicked again. Ash notice this and walked over to him.

“Drake, are you all right?” she asked. Drake lifted up his hands to look upon them and saw that they were covered in a dark red liquid. “Oh my god, Drake, whose blood is that?!”

Drake began to cry. “Oh my god, no, no, I didn’t,” he whimpered. Drake lifted his tear soaked eyes to Ash’s worried expression, his face showing deep fear. “Ash, it happened again.”

“What? You mean you killed someone?” Ash asked. Drake nodded. “Who?”

“Yumi,” Drake answered, the very thought of her bringing more tears. She was only a child; defenseless against him and no matter what he did, the image of her eye’s looking up at him as he attacked her kept flashing in his memory.

“Okay, Drake, just slow down. What exactly happened here that made you do this?” Ash asked.

“Well, after you left, Pixie came over looking for you, we talked for a minute, fought, made up then found ourselves in your bed, but we were only talking, we just kept talking instead of doing what I had hopped,” Drake explained. “I needed her badly, but she turned me down saying that we needed your permission first. I got only slightly annoyed, but her sent was still lingering in the room, then throughout the house and then Yumi showed up. I kicked Pixie out and when Yumi’s sent got stronger I couldn’t hold myself back, I tried to take her but she got away, I passed out and now here I am.”

“So you were driven to kill her by your need to get some action? You should have let Pixie stay,” Ash said.

“Why did Pixie say she needed your permission?” Lance asked Ash.

“I told her to, it’s a long story, but I never expected this to happen,” Ash explained. Ash sat beside Drake on the couch, putting her arm around him. “It’ll be alright, I’ll explained things to her pack, you won’t get caught. Oh, and it’s all right for you and Pixie to get back together.”

Drake nodded. “I’m gonna go find her, I need to talk to her,” he said, standing from the couch.

“Just don’t tell her what happened here,” Ash said.

“I won’t.” Drake put on his black shorts and boots and headed out the door.

It was dark out side; even the streetlights weren’t as bright as they usually were as Drake walked down the sidewalk. He knew where to find Pixie; the bar, she was all ways there on Saturday nights. As he walked he noticed people staring at him, they usually did anyway, but it bothered him more than usual this night.

Drake approached the bar’s entrance, removing one hand from his pocket and opening the door. The bar was particularly cold, a breeze hit him as the door closed again and he scanned the bar for any sign of Pixie. There she was, sitting alone at the bar, she herself looking around and noticed Drake walk in. Pixie perked up at the sight of Drake; she stood from her seat and ran over to him.

“Drake, what are you doing here? I thought you had a date,” Pixie said.

“I got rid of that girl, I needed to see you,” Drake explained.

“Well, did you talk to Ash?”

“Yeah, she said it was okay,” Drake said, his voice and expression seeming troubled.

“What’s wrong? You look sad,” Pixie asked, noticing.

“Nothing, really, I just want to get outta here. Come on, let’s go some where we can be alone,” Drake said as he took Pixie’s hand and led her out the door.

“Where are we gonna go?” Pixie asked.

“Out side of the city, to the ruins, it’s the only place that’s completely away from people,” Drake said.

“The ruins? But that’s a long walk from here.”

“Yeah, that’s why were gonna fly.” Drake whipped Pixie’s body around to his front and wrapped his arms around her. Suddenly, Drake’s gigantic gray and black wings appeared behind him, spreading out three times as wide as he was tall and began to pump hard. The wind beneath his wings rushed rapidly, harder and faster until they were off the ground. Pixie gasped, she had never been in the air before though she had wings, they were to small for her to use.

“Holy crap!” Pixie yelled, gripping Drake’s arm tightly. They flew over the city, high and fast, the night air rushing past them. Pixie loved it, she thought it was fun and didn’t want it end.

Drake landed at the end of an old stone staircase; his wings disappeared into his back like they had never been there and he set Pixie down. “Whoa, that was amazing, I’ve never done anything like that before,” Pixie exclaimed.

“Really, I bet there’s a lot you’ve never experienced with me before,” Drake said quietly. Pixie looked up at him with a hint of seduction in her big purple eyes and grinned.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” She said, stepping up to him. Drake could immediately smell her sent again, it was as strong as ever and it willed his incubus form to him.

“Let me show you,” Drake answered, grabbing Pixie by the shoulders before he reached down for her lips and captured them forcefully in his. Pixie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back just as passionately. Drake picked her up again and carried her up the stare case.

Inside the crumbling temple there was a long altar like inside a church, it was as large as a bed, big enough for them to rest on. Drake placed Pixie on top of the altar before him, still kissing her deeply. He ripped off her green tank top and wrapped his hands around her perfectly formed breasts, squeezing them gently. Pixie moaned into Drake’s mouth, reaching for his pants, feeling for the straining monster inside.

“Oh, Pixie, don’t ever leave me again,” Drake said through breath taking kisses.

“Never,” Pixie answered as she unbuttoned his shorts. “I can’t wait any longer, please take me now,” she begged. Drake reached for her pants and unbuttoned them, pulling them down her legs and throwing them to the floor. Not a moment later Drake had forced himself inside her, thrusting hard and fast against her fragile body, but she loved it, moaning louder and louder as time went by.

It had been at leased a half hour when Drake and Pixie found themselves both struggling to catch there breath, lying beside one another on the altar. “Wow, Drake, that was amazing,” Pixie exclaimed.

Drake smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I only wish it could have lasted longer,” Drake said, pulling Pixie closer to him. Pixie grinned and rest her head on Drake’s arm, feeling tired, it was, after all, almost two in the morning. She yawned and huddled closer to Drake; torches that were always lit by an unknown presence flickered around the temple, dimming slightly as the two demons began to fall slowly into slumber as if they had minds of there own.

Drake held Pixie close as though she’d be gone if he didn’t and his eyes grew heavy by the moment. Soon they were both asleep, however, something lurking out in the night kept Drake’s senses heightened, if the was something out there he would wake immediately.

It was early in the morning when Drake woke, gently placing Pixie’s head on the stone and off his arm, he leapt off the altar, put on his pants and walked to the temple entrance. The air out side was cool, almost chilling, but he didn’t notice it in the midst off his happiness; he had finally gotten back what had made him the happiest sense he had died four years ago, besides Ash. Drake new Pixie and him were made to be and he sighed happily as he breathed in the air of a new beginning.

Suddenly, something in the distant trees caught Drake’s attention; there was someone or something out there. And then there was the feeling, a very familiar feeling that he got whenever this presence was around. Drake quickly became afraid, deep down he knew that who ever it was, was dangerous, but he stood his ground and waited for it to revile itself.

Beyond the temple stairs was a very tall beastly looking figure of a demon; a demon much larger than Drake or of any demon he had seen before. Drake knew exactly who it was and what he wanted before the monster even approached him, back up a step as the demon began to walk up the stairs.

“No,” Drake said, now frightened as ever. “No, Graven, you can’t have her!”

The demon grinned as Drake shouted at him, continuing to walk towards him casually. “Drake, how pleasant it is to see you again,” Graven said, his voice deep and menacing, like the rumble of a volcano before it erupts.

“Go away, please, don’t take her, please Graven,” Drake begged, stepping further back into the temple.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her unless she makes me,” Graven said before he let out a deep long chuckle. Drake ran the rest of the way back into the room, jumping onto the altar and grabbing Pixie, lifting her into his arms. Pixie woke as Drake spread his wings, trying to find a way past the giant demon blocking the entrance. Realizing this, Drake placed Pixie back down and took his incubus form, preparing to do what ever he had to to defend Pixie.

Drake roared and growled at Graven, but he was unfazed by the intimidation and stopped before the enraged incubus. “Drake please, you know you can’t kill me,” Graven sneered.

“I don’t care, as long as I stop you from taking her,” Drake growled.

“Such persistence, you’re an honorable person Drake, I shall brag about taking your mate.”

Drake lost it in his rage and lunged at Graven, but without a weapon he had to rely on his fist and strength. Graven caught Drake’s hand in his own, twisting it and bringing him to his knees. “I could kill you Drake, I could, but I’m not going to because I love savoring the moments when I can torture the males and make them watch as I rape there mates over and over and over again,” Graven whispered into Drake’s ear. Suddenly, Graven’s fist came crashing down into Drake’s face, forcing him to the ground; not a moment later he picked the fallen demon up by the neck and crushed him against the wall. Punched after punch was thrown into Drake’s stomach, until he began coughing up his own black blood.

“Stop!” Pixie screamed from the altar. Graven paused and glared her way, instantly dropping Drake to the floor and turning his attention to the helpless demon girl still naked on the slab of stone. “I’ll do what you want, just please don’t hurt him any more.”

Graven licked his lips as he set his eyes upon Pixie’s perfect body and grinned thinking of all the things he could do to her to make her scream for him. Pixie sat huddled on the altar, trying to cover her bare body with her own limbs. She looked up at Graven’s stone cold expression with her big innocent purple eyes as she shivered. “Are you going to hurt me?” she asked.

“Hurt you? I would never dream of it, but if you should deny my needs, I may reconsider,” Graven said. Pixie shuddered at his voice, but for some reason she believed every word he said. “Why do you cover yourself? Your body, your face, there beautiful, you should let the world see what you have.” Pixie blushed and slowly lowered her arms. “There, now I can really see the pure demon I have stumbled upon.” Graven’s hands wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her forward as she rested her back on the cold stone altar.

Meanwhile, in Ash’s apartment, Ash was still lying in bed beside Lance who snored contently beneath the dark blue comforter. Almost awake, the piercing pain that she felt with Drake struck her like bricks and she jumped up out of bed. “Drake!” she yelled in a cold sweat, her face and stomach throbbing with pain.

Lance woke immediately at her screams. “What?!” he yelled back, shocked.

“Something happened to Drake, we have to go,” Ash said, scrambling to her feet and gathering her clothes. Lance climbed out of bed, still half asleep, and put on his shorts.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘something?’” Lance asked as he waited for Ash to finish dressing.

“I don’t know, but he’s in a lot of pain and his emotions are full of sadness and defeat,” Ash explained.

“All right, but where is he?”

“I don’t know, give a moment to concentrate.” Ash closed her eyes and focused on Drake within her mind and soon a weak, but obvious image of the stone ruins came to her. “The temple,” Ash muttered before taking off for the front door.

Drake cringed there against the wall of the temple, listening to all the helpless noises that Pixie made in the back round. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘this can’t be happening, I won’t let it.’ Drake tried and tried again to lift himself from the floor, but he was too weak and beaten to even budge. As the tears swelled in his eyes, Drake could only hope that someone would come and help them or that that brutal demon would at least not kill Pixie.

Suddenly, like in a movie, two demons came flying into the temple and as Drake eased his eyes open he realized it was Ash and Lance. Lance, welding his giant katana, ran after Graven, coming up from behind the demon and holding his sword’s tip at his back. “Let her go,” Lance growled as Graven arched his back against his sword.

Graven turned as he lifted his pants back up. “Why, if it isn’t Lance, the vampire god,” Graven sneered. Lance ignored him and continued hold his ground.

“This is the final straw Graven, you’ve raped your last,” Ash said, standing beside Drake. Graven’s evilly grinning expression turned quickly to fear when he realized Ash was present.

“I doubt that,” Graven said as he gave one last devious smile and disappeared.

“Where the hell did he go?” Lance said angrily.

“He’s a god Lance, not as easy to destroy than your average demon,” Ash explained. “He’ll be back.” Ash ran over to Pixie, who had yet to move sense they had arrived and examined her. Only a few cuts and bruises were visible; Pixie regained her senses when Ash lifted her up to sit on the edge of the altar and looked around as if she didn’t remember anything.

“He…he told me he wouldn’t hurt me,” Pixie mumbled.

“He’s an incubus Pixie, they always hurt you, that’s how they get there pleasure,” Ash said.

“But…but Drake…”

“Drake is a different story. Now don’t worry were going to get you back on your feet in no time. Lance, help her get her clothes back on while I go check out Drake.” Lance was still looking around the room, searching for where Graven had disappeared. “Lance!” Ash shouted.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it,” Lance mumbled in annoyance.

Drake was staring out into the distance, shocked by the events; Ash didn’t think he’d come out of in easily but sure enough he snapped back to reality as soon as Ash approached him, kneeling before him. Drake instantly began to sob again, all the memories of what just happened flooding back it his mind in a painful flash. “Pixie!” he shouted with a deep gasp, scrambling to his feet as fast as he could, almost knocking Ash to the ground.

Drake rushed to Pixie’s side as Lance was helping her finish dressing, shoving the dark hared demon to the side and wrapping his arms around his mate tightly. “Oh god, I thought I was going to lose you forever,” Drake cried.

“I told I’d never leave you,” Pixie said, holding him back just as tightly.

Author’s Note: Well that’s it, writer’s block now. I may continue but that might not be for a while.