UNDERGROUND A&R REPORT

THE RETURN OF THE SUCCUBUS

Work had already been a bitch. Like an idiot I'd tried to help someone who "claimed" they couldn't get the pumps to work, so I turned them on for them and told them to come in and pay. Of course, while i was busy inside with a customer they drove off, $53 worth. Probably that's it for that I job I kept thinking. I filed a police report and they said the tag number I gave them came back to a Bonneville, not a chevy truck. It kinda set the tone for the evening, I was pissed.

So I'm sittin there thinking that soon my studio was gonna be torn down, and since I'd actually then be homeless, again, and with no one really here for me in a personal way for me to want to hang around this area any more after then, I was dreaming of the beach in California again. I'd made connections on a rehearsal space in Santa Monica for 800 a month w/ internet connection and private bathroom. I was wondering if I should call them back and ask them if dogs were OK. If not I guess I'd just have to slip Spike in after a day or two and hope for the best. I heard the beep-beep of the door to the store signaling someone coming in. I looked up.....

She had a pink and black mohawk, piercings in lips, nose, eyes and fully pierced ears. I could see by her really, really tight white t-shirt the nips on her ample breasts had big rings in 'em too. Not your usual gothic black makeup, but glittering silver and gold eye shadings. She had full sleeves in tats with a huge full forearm inverted pentagram on her left. She had an inverted five pointed star hanging from a thick silver rope chain round her neck. Sometimes that don't mean anything. Sometimes it means they are a first degree black magic practitioner. Sometimes too, it meant they were a desending angel; not one of the more powerful choirs, whom all wear the double circled star, a real pentagram.. I looked at her eyes, my questions were answered. She was a demon, a succubus - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Succubus, much less than an angel; evil though just the same. The smell of myrrh, musk and sex filled the air.

She honed in my eyes too, smiled and bought a pack of Marlboro lights.

"So why don't you have a full pentagram on your chest honey?" I asked her.

"I have a full pentangle on my arm, see....." she touched her tat and all her pictures seemed to shimmer. "Besides" she said "if I wear too many pentagrams people will think I worship the devil."

"NNaaaahhh" I scowled.

"You're Todd West aren't you?" She smiled. " You live out on this road don't you?"

I was just thinking how much I hated it when someone called it a pentangle, and her remark kinda caught me off guard.

"Yeah. And who are you?" I've never seen this bitch before in my life. I think.

She titled her head towards the door and we stepped outside, away from the store's microphones and cameras.

"So where is your pentagram Todd West?" she sneered, the smell of sex enough to knock a bull to his knees. I looked at her car. It had an Ohio tag on it. I looked back at her. She looked to be, maybe 23, 24, and suddenly hot as a motherfucker.

"Witch stole it. I don't wear it anymore anyway. Who cares and who are you?

"Maybe I give it back to you? It said bring bad magic."

"I hope whatever magic she tried with it fucked her up. I know she still has it. I can feel her trying to use it every so often. Or somebody does. Maybe you know this witch? Cause you ain't her. I don't need it back, I will melt it down."

"For your new "star" - distone on star

The succubus nodded and lit a smoke. "Let's see, you work at a place called Big Mama's, and, wow, you used to call her Big Mama......."

"Drunken whore, that's usually how I remember her now." I said.

"Like your drunk whore now....."

"Whatever demon" I said cutting her off. "I don't have a whore now, drunk or otherwise."

That voice, like something you'd hear in the movies came out, part child, part old man, wholly demonic.

"I not demon" she croaked "I angel.

"Wench you are no angel. We call you demons, or imps, or as you are, incubus, or succubus. For none of the greater of you walk here now."

"So that makes you demon too, right my love. For you are here too, cast out with us........"

"Demon I am here for it is the time for me to be here. The great angelic wars are over. I come to collect. I am not trapped here, nor in any realm."

"Yet you are flesh and blood. Weak and powerless. You die like all human pigs."

"Ahh but demon" I smiled. "Rid me of this weak little body and I can then raze this place to ruin. For you know demon I am not afraid of death, for I am, in the end, it's very master.

They hated that shit. For some would think the dark would always rule over death. Sorry, party over. Just a matter of time......

"So where is your star now, William Todd (she spit my name out like it was poison). There is nothing on your puny little chest, fat man."

"When it is time demon, I wear it well, and I will come to get your ass."

"You want me now, Todd West. You want me because you know only ones like ourselves, you and I, can please one another." If there was ever an evil smirk, she wore it now as she placed her and on her tiny waist and thrust out her boobs and hips, ran her tongue 'round her lips.

She laughed at me.

"Yes angel. What a waste, what a shame." Her eyes blazed and she was maybe three inches from me, tempting me. I could smell her sex dripping, but her breath was like horseshit.

I kept on smilin'.

The demoness turned up the heat many notches. While she may have looked like the punk rock bitch from hell a few mnutes ago, now it was almost like she shone and radiated passion. I'd seen that light before, many times. Angels of light, yeah, right bitch. I started laughing, and that set her off.

"Old man you could not handle this shit...." she growled

"Wench", I said. "I will wear that mother fucker to the ground."

"Yeah, in your dreams."

" I will be home after one. You can deal the deal then."

"This deal is?"

I just laughed.

"Soul of a whore?" she snorted.

"Yes demon" I said "you are definitely a whore."

'Why not, oh great angel, can you not save the soul of your whores. For you not get this one!"

"I'm not in the soul saving business demon. I wouldn't even bother to spit on yours."

"Better to have them trade the good shit for a line of the good shit. Or perhaps whore themselves
to something nasty for the love of money. Saying sin after sin is just for fun, maybe pay some bills...."

"Fuck you demon...."

"Some great angel, when you don't even have some whore to a married man....."

"That's enough, you are the whore. Fuck you."

"You don't have it in you old man."

I smiled. "I told you, and I'm not the one just talking."

"Haha. We shall see tonight. I bring friend. You win you save soul."

"I will feed on yours demon......"

"We shall see, we shall see." she walked off, glancing back.

I wanted to say something really nasty, but enough had been said. I just shook my head.

It's 6:45am as I write this. No one has knocked on my door all night. See. Cowards. Again evil is all lies and deception. Poor pitiful demon could not even tame this "old man" Shoulda took the chance when she had it.

See you in hell bitch.