Author's Note

Hey guy's well here's the new chapter of to marry a succubus, heh didn't take as long as it normally did, please enjoy the story so far.

Going home

They didn’t get home till the following day. Harshwinny dropped them off by the parking garage so that Spike could get his car; thankfully, Harshwinny had been friendly to pay for the overnight draft from the parking garage.

“You guys rest up. If anything happens, give me a call.” She spoke with that soft tone while she looked at the two of them.

“Don’t worry, Boss, we’ll make sure everything goes well…” Spike spoke though he hated to admit it was a complete lie. He had no idea if anything at all would go well.

They headed home, passing by Applejack, who seemed to be focusing on the tv. Her eyes glued onto it while she was watching a car show. Spike couldn’t help watching her for a minute, finding it fascinating that she was watching it.

“You enjoying yourself there?” Spike asked while Applejack nodded, though she didn’t say much. The show she was watching was American hot rod. The episode looked like they were working on a sixty-nine barracuda.

“Well, this is quite something, I mean…” her mouth watered while hearing the engine purring on the television. Such a thing while Spike snorted while shaking his head. That was when he heard the phone ring. He sighed, wondering who it might have been when he answered it.

“Hello.”

“Spike, how’s it going!” His mother’s cheerful voice hit Spike as she spoke up more.

“Oh, Mom, it’s good to hear from you.” He admitted to it though he also knew that he needed to talk to her briefly, especially since they needed to get out of town.

“Sweetie, it’s good to know, so what are you up to?” She said, almost like she was trying to pick up a few things.

“Oh, just the usual… Um, I’ve got some news for you. If that’s ok.” He turned, seeing Twilight, and she opened the fridge door while preparing breakfast.

“And that might be?” His mom said; Spike could almost see the smile growing on her face while he took a deep breath.

“Well, my girlfriend and I were thinking of coming over and visiting you guys. I hope that’s not a problem?” He spoke calmly while he heard the silence on the other end. The way it went before she spoke up.

“That shouldn’t be a problem, and we can set up your room. When should we expect you?”

“Um, probably this Friday. That way, we can get a few things settled up… You might want also to get the spare room set up. Her sister might be coming with us.” He muttered. He looked over, seeing Applejack off to the side, clearly glued to the television. He knew he couldn’t just leave her behind. If Cain came to the apartment, they would be in trouble.

“No problem; I imagine we can clear out some space. Just give us some time. I’m so excited to see you coming over and to meet your girlfriend.” She added in as he could feel her excitement from the end of the line. While she called out,

“Your fathers calling; I’m going to let him know; oh boy! Love you, Spike, bye!” There before Spike could respond, he heard the phone click. He let out a long sigh.

“This is going to be a long week.” He grumbled before he put his cell back in his pocket. He turned over, heading around to the kitchen where Twilight had started frying up a few eggs and Bacon on the side, as he smirked leaning over kissing her neck before muttering,

“Grr!

Twilight responded appropriately with a simple “Urrg!”

Grruuurgg grog!” Spike muttered as he moved to hand over the salt and pepper, while the two smirked while Twilight Howled and grunted like a chimp while they continued cooking breakfast.

Spike raised and moved his hands around the kitchen, going,

“Rrgger gerr hurry!” Responding more while scratching his armpits. This only made Twilight laugh hard at such a reaction.

Twilight snorted, flipping the eggs while she went,

“Greegs Greggs!” while she hooted, puffing her cheeks out. Neither of them noticed Applejack coming over. She watched them, unsure what they were doing, while He scratched her head.

“What in the… Why are you two acting like a pair of howler monkeys?” She exclaimed, not sure if this was supposed to be expected,

“Is this some Mating charm mortals do now? Cause it looks weird?”

“Don’t worry about it, but, Twilight, we’ll stay at my parent's this weekend. Hopefully, it can give us a little time to think of what we might be able to do to deal with Cain.” He moved around, grabbing some of the plates, while Twilight nodded,

“I mean, if it’s something we’ve got to do, Sure. Are they alright with this?” Twilight asked while she found herself eyeing her sister for a minute,

“Perfectly, trust me; Mom will be excited either way when she meets you… Whatever you do, please don’t use any of your magic on her guy. I don’t want to imagine my mom….”

“Horny as a horned toad during mating season?” Applejack spoke as she found herself reaching for the bacon as the food was put in the kitchen,

“Exactly, and please do not put that imagery in my head.

“We can try, but I can’t promise much, Spike. It’s not how our magic works.” Spike groaned, finding herself more annoyed but nodded,

“Fine, but as I said, we should be careful. The town is a bit old school, and Mom and Dad don’t need to deal with some of the crap the town does.” He muttered, almost thinking about his childhood, how even while he could have been considered a bit more popular, he felt more so an outsider.

“We’ll behave, I promise, Spike, right Applejack?” She looked over at her sister, who was adjusting her grey hat as she ate up. At the same time, she gave them a firm nod while wolfing down her meal.

Spike shook his head but figured they would be safe for now. He just worried about what might happen. Though he knew simultaneously, they would be dealing with much more. Once they arrived, his mother discovered that he and Twilight would soon get married. There was no way to hide it. Spike looked down at the ring that bound him to Applejack as he looked at Twilight.

“Hey, do you think there’s a way to remove this thing? I mean, we got yours off before.”

He put his hand out in front of the others, letting them get a good look at it.

“I’ll be honest, Spike, and I’m not even sure how the other broke; I imagined it might have been from my transformation. So unless we turn Applejack into a succubus Queen, I don’t think there’s a way.”

“Nothing we can do, Applejack. Do you have any ideas?” He imagined asking her for a second since she was a bit older than Twilight; Applejack shook her head,

“Not really, this is some rather old magic. That was created. Most importantly, we could cut your finger off, but I don’t think that will work out as you imagine.” Applejack muttered, looking off at the ring, while Spike nodded, wondering what they could do. But for now, it wasn’t hurting anyone, he sighed. Though it would be something, they would deal with when they had a chance.

“We’ll get everything set up and leave on Friday after work.” Spike groaned as he imagined the rest of the week and wasn’t happy about it. He moved around and ate his breakfast. His mind wandered elsewhere.

-000-

A week would pass by for the three of them. Spike had his mind on the fact he was going home for the first time in a long time. He shook his head while he thought more about going home. Twilight walked over, putting their bags in the trunk of their car.

“We have everything we need, right?” he looked over at Applejack and Twilight, the two noddings. Applejack was wearing some of Twilight's clothes. They still hadn’t found the right time to get some of her own. However, she wore a Confederate hat. For some reason, she kept that one on. Thankfully no one mentioned it or asked about it. Spike sighed, needing to remind himself to get her a new one.

“Well, We better get going. It’s going to take a couple of hours.” He shook his head, hoping traffic wouldn’t be as bad. While he turned and got into the car, Twilight sat on the passenger side as she smiled, looking towards him.

“Hey, it’ll be ok; I’m sure Cain won’t find us at your parent's place.”

“I’ll be honest, and I think I’d rather deal with Cain.” He snorted while Applejack looked at him, more confused while she sat in the back. She was trying to find a way to get comfortable.

“I don’t see why I have to go to this, and I’m sure I could handle being around your place. Heck, I could go off and check out America.” She spoke up, somewhat annoyed, imagining she could have checked out some strange television. Spike only shook his head,

“Can’t risk Cain coming around here and doing who knows what. Besides, we can’t let you run unsupervised if you need to feed.” With that, Spike could feel Twilight’s eyes on him; while she looked worried and jealous when he mentioned feeding, he gave her a loving smile.

“Besides, it’s nothing to worry about. You might like some of my family members.” Spike moved down, taking Twilight’s hand, reassuring her.

“Well, we better get going so we don’t leave any crumbs for Cain,” Applejack muttered, finding herself more annoyed than anything. At the same time, Spike nodded, chuckling as he started the car, and soon they would begin driving and heading off to their destination.

-000-

The hot afternoon sun blew through as Cain walked and exited the car. His eyes were on the apartment building, and he let out a long sigh as he entered. He could feel the wind blowing as he looked over, His eyes on the doors as he reached over pushing the door in. A storm was coming.

“Locked.” He grumbled, finding that the doors didn’t budge. It was the kind where you had to have the key or someone permitting you. He watched over it for a second as he pressed one of the buttons.

A pause came when he heard a voice,

“Who is it?” A rough voice spoke up while Cain keeping a calm demeanor, spoke up.

“I’ve got an appointment for room 3B. I’m the cable man.” He spoke, making sure the man heard him.

“What again? I thought the guy had come already. Whatever, get in!” The man muttered at the sound of the door buzzes open. Cain didn’t bother saying much as he walked in, hearing the door clicking behind him.

Cain smirked while he walked down the halls. He was taking in the scent. The thing about Succubus Cain had learned over the year that they left a particular smell. Humans couldn’t sense it, but Cain had time to practice. Understand how it came and went. At the same time, he walked down the halls. The lights above him flashed on and off, over and over again. While he moved past, he imagined the people around him were curious about what was happening, but the killer didn’t care. His hand reached over to the bowie knife in his pocket, ready to be pulled out as he took in the whiff of Succubus musk. He could almost taste the energy coming from the demonic beings.

“Now, where did you go? Come on, you two… Come to Cain.” He smirked while walking up the stairs. He felt like a bloodhound. Though he didn’t care, he was on the job, and the payment was something he desperately wanted, and the revenge might have been an additional bonus.

He remembers meeting Wind rider as a young boy. It was a warm summer, and he was summoned up. The church of the Silver Cross, Its home base in Florida at the time, was called forth, where he met the organization of elders. They were youngins to Cain, but he called them the elders. To give them the feeling they were much higher than they were.

“What do you want?” Cain had asked; he remembered having a headache, a hangover he imagined after a night of Heathen practice, as some of them would call it, but the grand elders. They spoke to him,

“We want you to train someone.” They spoke carefully with their words, knowing that if they displeased him, they might as well have dug their own grave.

“I don’t train anyone; the answers are no,” he spoke simply while he was about to leave when he heard them call out.

“This one is special if you will reconsider.” They spoke carefully, looking down at him. A man older than them when their grandfathers weren’t even a speck of jizz in their daddy's balls.

“You want me to train someone to kill? The answer is no; I don’t care if you send me out to kill. I’m your saint of killer. But I won’t train someone else to be a murderer.” Cain remembered looking at one of the elders, who could feel his sin raising, wanting to admit how he had sinned as a young man and slept with a nun while weak.

“This one is different, and He might interest you.” The elder on the right spoke, His gruff voice as he sounded like he was holding back something, but Cain raised an eyebrow.

“What might that be? Why would this boy interest me?” Cain asked, his blood boiling and his mark burning on his face while he stared off, feeling their sins raising their fear, overwhelming them, but he waited for their answer.

A young man walked through the doors behind Cain; he looked over, seeing him. He looked towards him and saw something. Something that caused him almost to stumble back. The boy looked almost like Abel. The idea of him looking like a younger version of his brother scared him more than anything. The only difference between him and Abel was their skin color and hair; besides that, he was almost an exact clone.

“Who is this?” Cain asked—No, he demanded to know. At the same time, he looked over at him. His voice grew dry as he looked at that boy.

“His name is Wind rider, and He wants you to train him.” The elder spoke, looking at Cain with a gleam in his eyes. While there had been a shock, Cain closed his eyes,

“Why does he look like My brother… How would you even know that?” Cain muttered while he looked back over. Watching them men as he found his eyes glowing.

“What in God's name have you done?” He spoke, anger rising over him while the boy spoke up.

“Father, Stone, who is this man?” The boy’s voice was soft and careful while he walked over, soon looking at Cain; those eyes were innocent, strange, and familiar as he looked down at the young man.

“We’ve done a few things, but Wind rider here might be the future for our endeavors for hunting down Succubus and demons.”

Cain looked into the young man. Looking for sin, looking for what kind of horrors might explain everything… but he found nothing; he couldn’t find the original sin. Cain couldn’t find hatred or anger in him. Cain found nothing but a soul, a perfect one… A soul that somehow existed but didn’t exist.

“What did you do!” Cain demanded, looking back over at the higher-ups. The elders watch,

“We’ve done, what few have ever truly done, created a soul. It’s taken time, but we managed to make… A successful imitation.”

“What were you thinking? Imitating gods! You’ve most likely damned your souls to the pit! Creating life, and what, how did you even do that!” Cain somehow found himself angry looking towards this child, born with sin but without any. Such a thing that should never exist, but here he was.

Then there was the fact it had the face of his brother. He wanted to destroy the child, remove him from existence into oblivion. Yet at the same time, while he watched him… He just couldn’t, his heart twisting, as he couldn’t repeat his sin, repeat the evil he brought onto the world while looking at this child.

“We want you to train him. If he succeeds, we might be able to make a group of them. Ones that might be able to take on the succubus. Will you train him?” The grand elder spoke up as Cain sighed. He didn’t want to, but he imagined they would train the child.

“Fine, but this will be the only one. If I find out that any of you make another one of these… Abominations, I’ll come back and end every one of you.”

He reached over, grabbing Wind rider’s shoulder, watching him with resentment in his eyes. The reluctant looked at him, feeling his sinlessness of him, while he shook his head for a hot moment. The fact that he looked so much like Abel infuriated him yet somehow brought a hidden calmness to him while he walked to the child.

“Come on, Kid, If you’re going to learn. We start now.”

“Yes, sir!” The young boy spoke, barely questioning this man and his trust in Cain. Cain didn’t understand it, feeling a weak bond with the child. He didn’t know why, but he knew if he didn’t train them, the organization would have someone else teach him. So that was that he would make sure to prepare the boy. Though he looked back at the silver cross, somehow more disgusted than anything else. In contrast, he could imagine their very souls being damaged for eternity.

-000-

Cain snapped out of his train of thought, Looking towards the door, and grunted. This was the room. The succubus stench was powerful. As he moved around, grabbing the handle and finding it locked. Of course, he knew that but reached down, picking up the lock. Nothing complicated while he looked around.

The Apartment hallway was empty as he walked inside.

The apartment was empty. Though he wasn’t too surprised by that, Cain imagined that The two succubus he talked to had managed to call and warn them about his arrival. It didn’t matter. Cain would eventually catch their scent. He took in the smell. Basking in it while he looked around, imagining what he might be able to find. He chuckled while looking around, seeing that the stove had gotten left on. He imagined leaving it there and letting the place burn to the ground.

Don’t do that, Cain; others will get hurt. Come on; you’re better than this. He imagined hearing Abel's voice telling him not to do it. He groaned, rubbing his brow, while he looked at the place.

“Why should I? They left it on by accident. They should suffer.” He grunted, but he was met with silence; Cain blinked for a minute but shook his head.

“Fine, whatever you cricket.” He would quickly turn the stove off as he explored. He wasn’t sure why he did it. He wasn’t some bleeding heart. He grunted while he looked across the room.

-000-

Spike continued driving off; they were on the road for an hour. Driving with the traffic, the radio played music while he sat there. He listened to the girls. Twilight managed to fall asleep. Spike couldn’t help but find it cute; when they went on a long drive, she just zonked out. It amused Spike that she could ride his dick for hours on end. But the moment she drove for twenty minutes, she got drowsy and fell asleep.

He leaned back as he drove on when Applejack spoke up a whisper, at first where he barely heard her.

“So I’ve got to ask… What do you see in my sister?” Spike had to resist looking back at her, keeping his eyes on the road,

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why do you love my sister? Did she use magic on you, or did she do something? Or is the sex just that good? Most men don’t normally marry succubi.” Spike could feel the cowgirl watching him while he drove a bit faster.

Sex isn’t always everything. “I just did; at first, the sex was great, it was fun, but then she fascinated me; Twilight, she’s just something. I’m not just some sex-obsessed Incel, It’s hard to explain, but Our relationship is more than it seems. She’s more to me than just a succubus.” Spike found himself pouring those feelings as he moved around a car going a bit slow for his liking.

Applejack didn’t seem so satisfied by his answer egged on.

“What do you mean by its hard to explain? This should be simple, why do you want to marry her?” Applejack said, almost pushing the seat against Spike as he got annoyed.

“I just want to marry her, and She makes me happy; I make her happy. It’s straightforward, But there’s just this spark. The way she talks how she makes me laugh. I’m just happy around her. I could care less about the sex. Heck, if I lost my dick, I’d be happy just being with her,” He spoke up, trying not to wake Twilight up while Applejack watched him some and nodded,

“I suppose so, though if you lost your dick, you’d have to find another way for her to feed.” She smiled at him; Spike found himself somewhat wanting to pull her over, but he took a deep breath holding back his temper.

Why was she asking him these questions? It got on his nerves when he glanced over at Twilight. The way she slept only made his heart flutter at the very sight of her while he gave the nod.

“It’s just love, that’s all. I don’t think I can explain it as easily. Sometimes two people on the opposite side fall for each other, and they make it work. I might be human, she might be a demon, but we work.” He smiled as he continued driving.

Applejack didn’t say much after that, but Spike could feel her watching him, staring at him. But he found himself ignoring it while he continued down the highway.

-000-

They would drive for another hour, with only the radio making noise; they listened to the music while Spike hummed away, barely thinking about their past conversation. Such a thing when he saw the radio tower, The red blinking light on top, like a lighthouse, and he knew that soon he would be back home.

Did he want some to come back here? In some ways, Spike was conflicted. The town he grew up in and returned to. He shuddered as he took another turn and saw the sign,

Now entering Hillsboro, The sign was rusting away, vines creeping up the metal bar that held it up. While Spike drove past it. The town was sobering while people walked around. Over the last few years, the city had been hit with bad luck, the local factory closing down. Though it slowly recovered.

Sadly, it would never be the same vibrant small town it had been though Spike shook his head. He imagined that there might have been more to it. At the same time, he looked at a few of the run-down houses with boards over the window.

Kids played off to the side as they passed by the baseball field, throwing and hitting the ball. Spike felt tempted to pull over and watch them play. He loved baseball; besides Boxing, it must have been one of his favorite games. Yet he drove past. Knowing he shouldn’t waste time. There was always next time. At least, that's how Spike imagined it.

He drove around town as he made his way home, Seeing the bank. He saw it. It was still vibrant as usual, somehow untouched by the test of time or depression. It was a sign he was nearly home while he drove past it with another right turn.

The two-story white building lay between two others. Sure, it was a bit dirty and needed a power hosing, and the windows cracked; Spike saw the stained glass window off near the attic. Spike slowed down as he pulled into the drive-through and down the hill. The driveway was relatively comprehensive since it was shared between him and the neighbor. However, Spike pushed over to the side. He was looking at the willow tree. The long thin branches looked like a mess. He remembered when he was a kid, and the times he sat under it enjoying the shades. Pretending he was going on an adventure through the vines of the jungle.

Those were just simple times when life was just a bit more normal. Spike giggled while he parted at the end right in front of the double-ride garage and stepped out. Spike reached over, nudging Twilight as she snored rather loud.

“Hey, we’re here. Time to get up.” He chuckled, nudging her with that long smirk. Twilight grumbled while she pulled her head up. Her pitch-perfect hair seemed all over the place as she ran her fingers through them.

“Already… yesh, didn’t realize.” She muttered while getting out of the car. Applejack joined as they all got out, stretching their legs. Spike felt his knee popping at that. A hard groan while the girls walked around for a second.

“Spike!” A woman called out when the girls looked over, seeing her descending the back porch stairs. She seemed excited.

Her hair was a bright blue on the older woman's face, and she was wearing a rock and roll shirt as she bounced down as she came over, hugging Spike tightly while she smirked,

“It’s so good to see you, honey.” She muttered while patting his back. Spike found himself giving a light grin while nodding,

“It’s good to see you also, Mom.” He reached around, patting her back briefly while Twilight realized this was Fireheart. She chuckled, seeing how the woman reacted seeing her son.

“It’s great, now. Have you been eating? You look like skin and bones.” She muttered while she looked over, seeing both Twilight and Applejack. The smile on her face was nearly infectious as she ran around, giving them a broad hug.

“It’s so nice to see you also; one of you must be Twilight.”

Applejack pointed towards Twilight, simply stating,

“That would be her.” She found herself jumping out of the way, getting right out of Spike’s mother’s grip as she hugged Twilight passionately. Twilight looked like her eyeballs would squeeze out of her sockets with the force Fireheart was doing with that single hug. The woman was strong, as an ox.

“It’s nice to meet you also.” Twilight barely said as she tried to breathe, caught off by such a hug from the woman.

“Oh Shucks, meeting my Spike’s girlfriend is nice.” She said while waving her hand. Spike found himself screaming internally as he felt the embarrassment already coming. What she

“Well, it’s good to meet you; I bet you’ve got many stories to tell about Spike.” It seemed like Twilight was watching him smiling almost evilly- clearly showing her more demonic side at this point. Spike watched her with an almost don’t you dare.”

“Oh, plenty; I remember when Spike tried tipping over this cow before us. He was so mad ‘cause he couldn’t push it over.”

“Mom, I was like Four.” He groaned, somehow still imagining that. But his more scoffed it off.

“Please, it’s not like I am telling her about when you nearly broke your father’s penis.” It seemed like Spike’s eyes were twitching at that one, clearly not wanting to hear about that time again, while Twilight snorted more, giggling,

“Now, that has to be a story to tell, Spike. Why didn’t you tell me about when you nearly broke your dad’s Weiner.” Even Applejack looked like she was about to laugh at the idea.

“Oh, trust me, plenty of time for that, come on. Let’s get comfy. You’ve had a bit of a trip.”

They began making their way off to the house. Spike watched them in pure contempt, wondering if he would have instead taken on the killer, Cain. He looked back to the car and let out a sigh.
“No, I prefer to live.” He muttered while he moved over, grabbed some of their bags, and headed right onto the house.