Tears of Disappointment

"I hate the sight of my blood". She repeated unable to recall when those words had been written.

'Did I write that when I was drunk?'. Her shaky fingers moved to touch the dried red liquid which seemed to be blood. Although she hadn't been bleeding at any part of her body.

Could it be the person who brought her in last night? But how did they know her place?

Her breath quickened in worry.

"Diane?". Josh moved to her room after hearing a light thud, only to find Diane collapsed on the ground. "Diane!". Be moved to lift her to the bed.

If he hadn't left her alone, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

'She's burning up'. He grimaced after touching her forehead. The weather outside was still too stormy to take her to the hospital and he knew nothing about taking care of the sick.

"Hhh hhh". Diane huffed and puffed half opening her eyes to find Josh watching her.

"You didn't mention being sick, when did it start? And where are your meds?". His anxious eyes scanned the room.

"Food". Her voice was low but demanding. It was almost eighteen hours since her last meal.

Hesitantly, Josh left for a few minutes before returning. "I'll have to move you". He warned before gradually raising her in both arms. She groaned from the headache of moving but Josh's cheeks flushed up.

"You smell of alcohol". He sat on the nearest sofa with Diane on his lap.

She couldn't even muster the strength to keep a conversation going so he began to feed her the spaghetti he'd bought in silence.

Diane liked rice or spaghetti best and sweet things. Infact, he'd had all her favorite things memorized from music to food and even clothing.

He patiently fed her till she couldn't eat anymore.

As she closed her eyes, Josh took the chance to gaze at her face. 'Diane, you still need me'. The thought excited him.

"You'll need to take a bath". He noticed the goosebumps up her arms and the weather would only make things worse.

"No.... We're just friends". Her words came out breathlessly.

His brows furrowed, "I've seen you naked many times, plus you're not arguing your way out of this".

With a weak smile, she let him do as he pleased. That was when he left to fill the bathtub and Diane faded into sleep.

***

"You're quite bold". Drake's voice was rough until noticing the pale look on her face. "You're sick".

Was she still a demon? Or was it because she was a mere Succubus?

Diane only smiled weakly before shutting her eyes in silence. 'He's going to kill me now'. Her mind panicked but her body was too weak to move.

He moved to touch her forehead. Although he wanted to finish her off, it was impossible in her dream world no matter what method was used. He was the only one who could be hurt in it.

Plus, he wanted to hear her beg for mercy - not just lie there in pathetic silence.

He pulled back.

***

Josh looked down at the sleeping woman below him. Her chest rose and fell slowly and she seemed to be deep in dreams. His heart rate accelerated upon seeing those eyelashes fanning against her pale skin.

'Diane is mine'. His mind was obsessed with her.

Her eyes narrowly opened to gaze at him.

"Can you stand? I have to take your clothes off".

She shook her head slowly as they entered the bathroom.

"Feel free to lean on me then". He'd been tying only the long towel she'd given him since his suit was soaked.

He carefully placed her trembling feet on the ground as she leaned on him for support.

Josh gulped out of fear that she'd notice the fact that he'd been hard from the moment he'd fed her.

Cautiously, he took off her oversized shirt before squatting to take her panties off. The feeling of her bare body rubbing against him was heavenly-

'She's so beautiful'. Was all his mind kept repeating. Her soft curves and plump bottom made him want to press her up against the wall. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought.

Oblivious of what was going through his mind, the naked woman looked up to meet his eyes. "It's... cold". She stammered.

His breath caught and he felt heat rising to his cheeks. He wasn't a pervert neither did he ever make passes at women, but every time he laid eyes on her he forgot everything else.

With a nod, he helped her into the tub of warm water. As he reached for the shampoo, he realized how much the soap smelled like her.

Taking a glance at her face, to make sure she wasn't watching - he took a noseful of sniffs at her shampoo.

Maybe he'd buy a set when he got home to add to his Diane collection.

The thought made his lips curve.

He poured the contents of the shampoo into his palm and began to run it over her hair.

'Yes, only I know everything about Diane'. He chuckled to himself before concentrating on massaging shampoo into her scalp.

She seemed to have passed out in the tub and the sight of her sleeping peacefully made Josh's lips twitch upwards. 'I want to kiss her'. His mind beckoned knowing it would be more difficult if she was awake.

"Diane...". He said her name out in hopes that she'd stop him, but she didn't.

He swallowed before leaning in to kiss her. Even when their lips met, she didn't struggle. "Diane". He panted. "I can't... help myself". His hand traced down to her breasts under the water.

It was soft.

"Mmm". His free hand moved under his towel to stroke himself.

He leaned closer to kiss her mindless of when his towel fell off, his tongue parted her lips to taste the warmth of her mouth.

Josh groaned still kneading her breast. He didn't notice her eyes had opened until a warm liquid landed on his cheek.

He raised his face to look at Diane who was crying.