Part 2, Chapter 3
<span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Amber
<span style="font-weight:400">Things were a little tense between me and Lily after I’d shown her my magic work. There weren’t any arguments, per say, it was just that we didn’t talk as much, we didn’t sit as close together on the couch, and we were both outwardly miserable.
<span style="font-weight:400">Being upset with your best friend? Not great. Being upset with your best friend, who’s also your ex-girlfriend and your roommate? Really, really not great.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">This sucks…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">By Wednesday, I was scrambling to look for a solution. I <i><span style="font-weight:400">could</i><span style="font-weight:400"> just try to apologize, but I wouldn’t really know what I was apologizing for, because <i><span style="font-weight:400">she</i><span style="font-weight:400"> was the one that used me of using demonic magic.
<span style="font-weight:400">And she was too stubborn to apologize as well, so a solution needed a defter hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">In came Katie. I’d already been nning on getting Lily to talk to Katie, but I figured it would serve double duty now; there was no way either of us could stay mad around my adorable little sister.
<span style="font-weight:400">All I had to do was exin to Lily what was going on and convince her to help.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">While we’re irritated at each other…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Lily wasying on the couch, staring at the ceiling after ss.
<span style="font-weight:400">I approached from my room after a moment to hype myself up. <i><span style="font-weight:400">C’mon this is for Katie, you can do this!</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, Lily, can I talk to you for a second?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She groaned and sat up, shaking the fatigue out. “Hmm?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I sat down next to her, but left plenty of space between us. “Umm so my younger sister, Katie, she recently manifested as a subus…”
<span style="font-weight:400">She blinked, staring at me with sleepiness still in her eyes. “You have a sister?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, I have a few…” <i><span style="font-weight:400">Twenty-six to be exact, assuming our mother hasn’t adopted another since Saturday.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> I shook my head, “I can tell you a bit about my little sisterster, but Katie is the one I wanted to talk about now. She’s struggling with being a subus, and I was hoping you could talk to her and help her out a bit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She nodded slowly, probably still taking in the fact that I had sisters.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Our mother doesn''t like us telling outsiders about the coven, and really, I’ve already told Lily way more than she would be okay with me telling a human, let alone a demon… But I can trust Lily.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled at her, d to be on the same page again, even for a moment. “Alright, I’ll see when she cane over, thank you so much.”
<span style="font-weight:400">—
<span style="font-weight:400">I weed Katie inside our dorm soon after inviting her, our schedules working out surprisingly well. I took her over to where Lily was waiting, already in her subus form, although she’d thankfully covered up with her normal clothes by transforming and then dressing ahead of time.
<span style="font-weight:400">The three of us sat down on our couch, a boxy red thing that looked nice more than it feltfortable. Katie was in the middle, between me and Lily, but her focus was on the red skinned girl, an awe in her eyes simr to when she saw me do magic.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lily began her lecture, her normal cute and excitable demeanor giving way to patient kindness. “So I got this pamphlet from the school, which exins a bunch of the basics in a way even <i><span style="font-weight:400">I</i><span style="font-weight:400"> can understand,” she shrugged, “You can have it, I already read it a bunch of times, and if I need a new one I can just ask.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you Miss Lily,” Katie responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled proudly at the polite demeanor of my student.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lily continued, “So one of the most important things it stressed was that subi feed from intimacy, in whatever form thates. Sex ismon, but not necessary.” She blushed and paused, regaining herposure. “Another important note is that we don’t drain energy from people, we create it out of intimacy, and–”
<span style="font-weight:400">I cut her off, “What? That’s not remotely true.” I red past Katie. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Good thing I’m here or this could’ve been a disaster…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Lily frowned and responded calmly, “That’s what the pamphlet said, and it checks out with my experiences.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I rolled my eyes, “Well it would break conservation of magical energy – which would then make everything I know about magic wrong.” I stared at her, waiting for her to refute my salient point.
<span style="font-weight:400">She blinked, ncing at Katie, who had backed up into the couch, trying to avoid the line of fire. “Well I don’t know what you want me to say. If your theories go against observable reality…”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh sure, she cares about observable reality when ites to this, but the existence of a god? Then it’s just having faith. Typical…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you care so much about observable reality, then let’s call up who you’ve been feeding on all this time, measure the amount of ambient magic in their body.” My stomach swirled with difort at the prospect of knowing for certain who she’d been having sex with, but I stamped down on the feeling, knowing Katie’s education was what was most important here.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her face pulled back in a grimace and her already red skin flushed deeper. “Um…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, so you’re all nymphomaniac out there, feeding on whoever, but when ites time to talk about it, you’re suddenly a prude again?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Tears pooled in Lily’s eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh my god, leave her alone!” Katie yelled, ring at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared at my little sister, shocked.
<span style="font-weight:400">She continued, “Whatever you’re mad about with her, it''s clearly not relevant. Just give her a minute and let her talk…” her disappointed eyes followed me as I startled backwards.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lily found her voice again. “I… well…”
<span style="font-weight:400">I leaned forwards slightly, waiting for her to just say it, to finally tell me who she’s been feeding on this whole time. Was it Chris? Was it her previous roommate? Someone I didn’t know? One of the teachers? I refused to blink, eyes straining under my focus.
<span style="font-weight:400">She tried again. “I’ve <i><span style="font-weight:400">fed</i><span style="font-weight:400"> from a few people,” she spat the word, “but I haven’t been feeding like that sincest semester.” She thought for a moment. “It’s been about two months since I’ve done anything more than hug someone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie and I stared at her, Katie catching on to what Lily was saying more than I was, based on her blush.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t get it,” I said, “Where’s your energying from then?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes traced Lily’s movements as she stood and walked towards her room, hiding her face from me.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Why are you running away, just say it! Put me out of my misery already…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">She stopped in the doorway of her room, still facing away, and finally spoke. “If I don’t use much magic, I don’t need to do anything other than hang out with you a few times a week…” She immediately shut herself in the room, the lock clicking behind her.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared at the hunk of wood, utterly baffled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Silence echoed through the room.
<span style="font-weight:400">My head twisted, looking for answers. Katie was next to me still but was covering her face with both of her hands, a <i><span style="font-weight:400">deep</i><span style="font-weight:400"> blush peeking through at the edges.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Lily has been… feeding on </i><b><i>me </i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">this whole time?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">A tempest of anger and betrayal swirled within me, fueling my movements as I stood and strode over to Lily’s door. I banged on it with my fist, shaking the wood. “Are you fucking serious Lily? Is that how friends treat each other, like bags of food?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I red at the wood, and when no response came, I considered using magic to get inside.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Just a lockpick spell – it would set me back on my materials, but wouldn’t that be worth it?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I settled for more yelling. “Or is it just because I fed you that one time – once food, always food?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Katie pulled me away from the door, shaking her head sadly.
<span style="font-weight:400">I red at her, ready to shout at her for switching sides at a moment’s notice, but she quickly cast a silencing spell on me, burning some of the materials she carried on her at all times.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">I taught her that spell. I know she only has enough materials to cast it once, ever, and she cast it now, on me?!</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">My silent yells gave way to silent screams.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">How could she do this to me, after all of the trust I ced in her?</i>
<span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Lily
<span style="font-weight:400">I never thought I’d be missing having Evan as a roommate.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ceiling didn’t respond to my thoughts, remaining as stoic as it had been earlier in the living room. My body sunk deeper into my bed, feeling exhausted in a way I hadn’t for a few months.
<span style="font-weight:400">It turned out when your main source of food is how emotionally intimate you felt with your roommate, getting in a fight made you hungry. Even worse, I really wasn’t in the mood for sex for a multitude of reasons.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mostly I felt guilty and vulnerable – being intimate with someone would require emotional energy I didn’t have.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was one thing to hear the words of my father echoing in my mind every once in a while, but it was another to have that viewpoint validated by the person I felt closest to.
<span style="font-weight:400">Amber was my primary sustenance, and the way that made me feel, the soothing warmth I got in my chest being around her, that impacted the way I treated her. Could that be anything other than treating her like food?
<span style="font-weight:400">And what would the version of me that arrived at this school think; what would he think of the fact that I’d done sexual things with both a man and a woman, that I was considering having sex right now, just to get my fix?
<span style="font-weight:400">How could my actions be anything other than being taken over by my subus instincts? <i><span style="font-weight:400">He</i><span style="font-weight:400"> wouldn’t have done any of this, wouldn’t have treated Amber like that and drove her away.
<span style="font-weight:400">And what an embarrassing way to drive her away. Even if she didn’t properly understand what I’d said, my subus instincts exined it loud and clear every time the scene yed through my mind. For subi, the idea of sustaining yourself on one person without significant physical intimacy, that’s essentially a confession of love, even if it wasn’t <i><span style="font-weight:400">necessarily </i><span style="font-weight:400">a romantic love.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d told that to her… to my <i><span style="font-weight:400">ex</i><span style="font-weight:400">-girlfriend, right in front of her little sister, who <i><span style="font-weight:400">definitely</i><span style="font-weight:400"> knew what I was saying.
<span style="font-weight:400">I grabbed a pillow from beside me and pressed it into my face, stifling my scream.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Maybe my dad was right…</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">My lethargic limbs pulled me out of bed, and stumbled me across the room, searching for the things I’d need to pack.
<span style="font-weight:400">Maybe I could get the love I needed from him, if I just gave him another chance. How hard could it be, if I’d gotten so much from Amber, who clearly didn’t reciprocate my feelings?