The darkness surrounded her completely. As far as her eyes were concerned she was in a complete void. Her other senses had to take over. Her sense of smell, her sense of touch and her hearing all had to be on high alert.
The thrill of the impending fight made her heart race. Even after all these years, the promise of a fight still excited her.
"Aren't you handsome." The voice was feminine, smooth. It traveled through the void like silk. "I'm so glad you came to visit me. It's so lonely here."
Clare listened closely, trying to find the location of the woman's voice. It was ahead of her and fairly close. Slowly Clare stepped forward, testing the ground with the toe of her pumps before shifting her weight. The last thing she needed to do was fall through the floor and break her legs.
"Pl... Please..." Max's voice was shaking, "I just came up here on a dare. I... I..."
"Oh, but this is destiny, don't you see? " The woman's voice seemed to purr. "You were made for me... Max." When she spoke his name, the woman's voice seemed to drip with menace.
Clare was getting closer. She could sense the heat and fear that seemed to drift through the thick, inky air.
A small glimmer of light seemed to break through the darkness. Clare could barely make out what she was seeing, but she knew that whatever was glowing was where she needed to be.
As she got closer she could make out the outline of a charred doorway. Clare took a deep breath, giving her eyes time to adjust to the light.
"Here we go." She braced herself and stepped into the room.
The room itself was lit in warm, seductive lighting. The walls seemed untouched by the fires that had ravaged the rest of the wing. They were covered in rich, red velvet and gold. The furniture was all brown leather, and in perfect condition. At the back of the room was a large, round, bed. The bed was surrounded by white, opaque drapes.
"Why are you fighting me?" The voice was soft, playful. "Don't you think I'm beautiful Max?"
Clare moved quickly towards the bed, pulling the drapes open.
Max was lying on the bed, his eyes wide with fear, and his shirt ripped open. A ghostly pale hand was slowly twirling the light patch of hair of Max's chest. That hand was attached to a woman, or at least something that appeared to be at least 50% woman.
The creature's upper half was almost stunning. Her arms were long and slender, her face a perfect, pale pixie. Her long black hair was perfectly straight and hung down, cover her bare breasts. Her bangs cut in a straight line just over her long lashed eyes. Her skin was almost perfectly white, but her lips were a stunning shade of bright red, and her long nails seemed to glint silver in the candlelight.
Clare's eyes scanned lower, and farther down she got the more the woman's beauty faded. Her lower half was a mess of black, oozing tentacles that seemed to writhe and pulse in anticipation. Some of them were flicking at Max's body, wrapping around his legs and arms. One trailed along his cheek, causing him to flinch in terror.
Clare had to hold back a laugh at the site. Max was terrified, cowering as the succubus swooned over him.
"Well, what do we have here?" Clare smirked. "Succubus, right?"
"Bingo." The woman smiled. Her smile quickly faded, "and I don't do chicks." Her voice was a vicious hiss.
The succubus tossed Max aside, flinging him off the bed, and flung herself at Clare. Clare countered, going into a spin kick that hit the creature square in the chest, hurling her back at the bed.
"Too bad. You're missing out." Clare sunk back into a defense pose as the succubus hissed at her.
"Bitch!" She launched herself again, her tentacles working like springs, sending her flying int the air. Her long, silver nails slashed for Clare's face.
Clare bobbed and weaved, doing her best to avoid the razor sharp claws. This creature was out of practice, and the fire had taken away most of her strength. That much was obvious to Clare. It also made sense why all the people who had gone insane while staying in this wing were straight men. This wing was her source of food, and of power. She had attached herself here, praying on weak willed men for years.
Now that the wing was shut down, she had lost her food supply, and the fire had ensured that her link to this world was near destroyed. This creature was pitiful.
Max was watching the fight, his jaw hanging open, his eyes wide. Clare could tell from the faint smell of urine in the air that he was terrified.
"I think I've scared him long enough." Clare reached behind her, grabbing a chair, and snapping off one of the legs.
"I just want to feed!" The creature looked crazed. Her pupils were pin pricks. Spit foamed at the corners of her mouth. "Just let me feed!"
"Feed on this." Clare thrust the chair leg forward, jamming it into the succubus's mouth, and out the back of her head. The sharp, splintered wood was burst through the creature's skull, spraying the room in a thick cover of black gore.
The creature began to thrash, her tentacles whipping at the air. Then, she went limp, falling to the floor with a thud.
As the life drained out of her, the room around Clare and Max began to fade, returning to it's old fashioned, burned out shell.
Clare turned towards Max, smiling as big as could be. "Well, at least you only pissed yourself."