The love of a succubus

Love

Nicole walked home through the trees while the slowly declining light cast elongated dark shadows across the shrubbery and fallen leaves that shifted beneath her feet. She stared into the tangled branches of the towering trees and watching the leaves glitter and shine in the pinkish light of the growing sunset while her mind mulled over everything that had happened between her and Mark. Oh god, why did I sleep with him? It's only been a month at most! She chided herself, putting her hands over her face and groaning, dragging her cheeks down in a bit of frustration as she slowed to a stop, just staring up at the treetops and continuing to think, Good lord, he's going to think I'm a whore, he's just going to want more and more, she thought darkly, He lied, he just lied...No one would ever want to date me for more than sex. She thought, tears forming in her eyes before trickling down her cheeks as she sniffled and tried to scrub the tears away, but they continued to fall for what felt like ages. 

Suddenly, a large, warm hand was pressed firmly against her shoulder, making the chubby succubus jump, when she looked back she saw that Christien was standing behind her, a smug smile on his face, 
          "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice lacking sympathy, instead, it held a darkly humorous tone, as if he were enjoying the sight of her in tears. Nicole grimaced at him, yanking away and stepping away from him, 
           "Just go away, I haven't hurt your brother," She snarled, her caramel colored eyes narrowing at him evilly while her stomach twisting with self-doubt, anger, and sadness like someone was making butter with a butter churn. Christien returned her evil glare with one of pained innocence, 
           "How can you think that I would come find you only to pester you about that?" He asked, his forest colored eyes twinkling with the holiness of an angel as he spoke. 
           "Oh I don't know, maybe because you threatened me?!" She snapped, her rabid emotions translating to a white-hot fury that she aimed at the tall brunette who had somehow found her in the middle of the woods. Christien scoffed, 

            "I would never! I only came out here to comfort you," He said, but Nicole refused to believe him, especially after he had given her such a nightmare, was speciest towards her and was just a plain asshole. Christien rolled his eyes and dug around in the pocket of his faded bomber jacket, pulling out a green medicine bottle that had his name and had the name of an anticonvulsant mood stabilizer. "I have a few SSRI's at home as well, they help me keep calm and avoid blacking out or being an ass," he explained, putting the bottle back in his pocket, 
            "Okay, why are you here though?" Nicole questioned, still eyeing Christien suspiciously. He shrugged, 
            "I saw you walk my brother home, and when I spoke to him he was in such a splendid mood that I decided to try and...make amends with you a bit," Christien said, seeming to avoid using the word 'apologize' at all.  

Christien waited for Nicole to say something, but she didn't, so he just sighed and sat on the ground, gesturing for her to sit down a short distance away from him. Nicole looked in the direction of her house, debating on whether she should run, or try to trust her boyfriend's older brother. Eventually, she sighed and grunted as she sat down, leaning against a tree while her back began to throb, 
          "So, why did you decide to try and make up with me for being a douche?" Nicole asked, watching Christien as he picked up a leaf and began tearing it to shreds for a long moment, letting the chirping of the birds and the rustle of the breeze through the trees fill the air before he finally spoke, 
          "My brother is enamored with you, hell he thinks he's going to marry you, so, since he's so in love with you, I thought I should try and be your friend, that way he doesn't get upset that we're horrible to one another," Christien said, his hand shaking a bit, as if he was a nicotine addict craving a cigarette while he sat in an angry, brooding silence. Nicole fidgetted, uncomfortable with the thought of being friendly to someone who obviously hated her and who seemed capable of great violence at the drop of a hat. "So?" He asked, "Can we at least fake a reasonable relationship?" He asked, his green eyes burning into her soul with a layer of sedated hatred underneath his calm facade, and with a heavy sigh, Nicole agreed and reached over to grasp his hand in an uneasy contract.