continued from here: http://365storychallenge.wordpress.com/2013/01/11/010-moon-phases/
Crescent Moon
By Thedude3445
My name is Josh Stewart, and I’m a 16-year old who moved to Canada. I met a beautiful girl named Trixie, whose race of Witches was slowly dying off due to a horrible unknown curse. She was really hot and gave really passionate kisses. This is what I learned over my first few weeks being the boyfriend of… a Witch!
Because of Trixie’s odd condition of being a Witch instead of a human, and thus possessing magical skills unknown to most people on the entire planet, she and I were unable to do anything more than kissing, for the most part. We did try to go… all the way… once, and we were flying in the air all naked and stuff, but it didn’t work out because she, when she became a full-fledged Witch, made a vow with Satan to not break her vow of celibacy ever until she’s married. Whew.
She was also like, a hundred years old or something. Witches don’t age due to their magical properties. As long as her contract with Satan is still unfulfilled, she would remain the same age as she did when she originally became a Witch. So she was stuck at age 19 for her entire life. It was sad, but it also kept her youth up forever and made her super beautiful.
Our relationship was basically one big long un-consumated honeymoon for a long while. We encountered a couple Enemy Witches, here in Canada to fulfill their own contracts and kill Trixie, who abandoned hers long ago apparently, and had been hunted ever since. We escaped them, but had to conceal the entire town under an invisibility spell. Normal folks in the town didn’t even notice, because people rarely ever even left in this down-home country place in British Columbia.
My life changed forever when I met another girl. You see, after another fight with a Witch named Tammy, who almost killed me, Trixie left the town in despair, thinking that if she stayed in British Columbia with me, I would get killed. This impression was totally not true, but whatever.
Now that she was gone, I was super sad, until a girl in my class met me during lunch one day as I sat by myself.
“Hey,” she told me. “My name’s Ivanna Ragnelle.”
“Hey,” I answered, lonely.
“ Where’s Trixie? I thought you guys were a thing, and now she hasn’t shown up to school in a couple days. Did her heart condition come back?”
“No.”
“Then what happened?”
“She left.”
“Did you break up?”
“No.”
“Then why’d she leave?”
“That’s a secret.”
“Are you sure it is?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm….”
“…Huh?”
“I… Need to show you something. Come out to the woods with me after school, okay?”
I thought about it for a minute. I decided yes. “Yes.”
“Let’s go now, actually.”
“But that will be… skipping school.”
“So?”
“Good point. School is just a backdrop, not anything that matters in our lives.”
“Deep man, deep….”
We hastily left school and quickly scooted out into the woods, where nobody could see us. This meeting reminded me a lot like the meeting I had with Trixie so long ago, even though it wasn’t all that long ago in actuality.
As soon as it was all clear, she stripped off all her clothes. I thought it was so not cool! What was all this stuff?? But then I realized that her entire body was covered in a dark shroud, so that it covered all of her body parts. So it was okay.
“I am a succubus.”
What was that? “What is that?”
“Sigh,” Ivanna sighed. “Nobody ever remembers us anymore. Not since the Witches destroyed our race back during the Witch-Succubae Wars in Europe in the early 1200s.”
“So… what are you?”
“Succubae… Are demon creatures. We roam the lands and feed off the souls of our victims after we seduce them. It gives us energy, though the Good Succubae like me don’t need to suck souls off of people. We just hunt animals or are even just vegans. Don’t judge us all by the actions of a few.”
“Why did you take your clothes off, though?”
“I wanted to show you that I was not lying. Our bodies are wrapped in a black shroud to all whose eyes we do not want to attract. If we do want to attract them, then it goes away, and you will know it when that happens.”
“I don’t want to do stuff like that with you, so it’s ok. I have a girlfriend and her name is Trixie.”
“Oh, but you do want to do stuff like that with me. I can see you eyeing my body, however little you can see of it because of my shroud.”
“Uhh… No, I’m not.”
“Yes you are. All guys are perverted pigs.”
“That is so not true.”
“Yes it is.”
“Not always, it isn’t. You’re being a really big stereotyper girl, did you know that?”
“Just… mate with me already!” the shroud around her body began to fade away, and I covered my eyes so that I did not see her private parts.
“Go away, Ivanna. I don’t want to do anything naughty. I will only allow that when we get married.”
“Then… LET’S GET MARRIED.”
“…”
To Be Continued…..
Continued here: http://365storychallenge.wordpress.com/2013/01/13/012-solar-flare/
Halfway through, I forgot what little I remembered of the plot summary of the Twilight books I read. Hopefully this is accurate, and the third book really was just a love triangle about supernatural freaks trying to marry a character. Because, spoiler alert, that’s what it’s going to be.