I still remember how it all started. It was an abnormally dark night—the eerie, sinister kind—where the moon was full, but almost all of its light was washed away by a dark layer of clouds that stretched for miles, paired with torrential rain and thunder that shook the house. It was unbearably hot in my room, and the thought of waking up early the next morning for graduation rehearsal kept me tossing and turning.

That was the first time I saw her. Whenever flashes of lightning lit up my room, a dark, strange figure would appear for a split second before everything went black again. At first, I was sure that I was seeing things, but with every boom of thunder, the figure seemed to creep closer and closer until there was no more denying it. I felt sick, like something inside of me was warning me that danger was near, but too tired and delirious to move.

After what felt like hours, the rain slowed down, and the light of the moon finally made its way in, revealing the figure sitting on a chair before me. It was a girl, a frighteningly beautiful girl, staring at me with haunting eyes that could pierce my soul. Her hair was long and jet black, gently resting on top of her flawless, barely clothed body. Her skin was milky white, and her lips were redder than blood. She wore a blank expression on her face; neither sinister nor friendly, and the longer I looked at her, the harder it was to breathe, yet I couldn't take my eyes off. The room began to spin and I started gasping for air. My vision faded to black as I drifted into a deep sleep and she disappeared.

I woke up the next morning completely soaked in sweat, feeling sick to my stomach, having dreamt of death and blood. 

She kept appearing again during random nights that summer, and every time she did, the same thing would happen. I'd lose control of my body as I stared at her inhuman beauty until I passed out from what felt like my soul leaving my body, and then dreamt of unimagineable violence. It was almost euphoric—I kept longing for that feeling, even though it was felt like it was beginning to kill me. 

The part that was most tortorous was that I could never remember her face whenever I woke up the next day. I was longing, dying, begging to see someone that I couldn't even picture in my head. I just knew that she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I didn't even know her name, or ever heard the sound of her voice aside from her soft snickers she made as she watched me desperately try to run towards her.

But I knew what this was. I knew what she was. I had uncontrollably, unregrettably, and unfathomably fallen for a succubus.