THE EVERINGS

CHAPTER ONE

THIS SPECIFIC INSTANCE OF HER DEMISE 

Aephin tended to live in the moment, and in this particular moment the blood of her body was being sucked through two tiny holes in her neck. 

Aephin arched into the embrace of her vampire lover, Waylon. This was a special time for them. It bonded them in a way that no two creatures had ever before been bonded in the whole weird history of planet Earth. 

Aephin was an elf, and her immortal blood made it possible for Waylon to live on forever in turn without the need for human death. Feeding upon her, killing her, was enough to keep him at the peak of his preternatural powers for a good fortnight. 

Of course, being an elf, she wouldn’t stay dead for long. She would rise from her slumber some few days later none the worse for wear. They had engaged in this ritual dance thousands upon thousands of times over the decades they’d been together. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. He got to live without really killing. She got to love without really dying. 

What they did not know, or at least admit to themselves, was that slowly, year by year, Aephin was fading. Waylon’s feeding seemed to have no obvious short-term effects, but over the long-term, cumulatively, Aephin passing again and again and again was taking its toll. 

They believed they were forever. They believed in their own immortality. They were fortunate, as are we all, to be blind to their inevitable end. 

Nothing beautiful lasts forever, and indeed they were the most beautiful beings alive — this final fairy and baleful blood-sucker. 

Aephin squeezed her slight body to Waylon’s, felt that pleasant sleepy feeling as she slipped into the nether dimension. Waylon, sensing the end, drew ever-more ferociously upon the life-giving wine of her flesh. 

Her death was her gift to him, and to the world. For she had saved countless lives by constantly sacrificing her own. 

Aephin loved life even as she was in love with Death. 

And as the sun set upon their little slice of Malibu beach, Aephin’s cold toes clenching the wet sand, her long red hair wafting in the breeze, her pale skin painted orange in the delicious light of golden hour, she said, ‘I love you.’ 

Waylon, his hunger sated, his lips crimson, pulled his face from her neck. ‘See you soon, in June,’ he said, smiling a bit, his fangs red with this specific instance of her demise.

SOUTH HIGH SUCCUBI

ISSUE ONE

THE CF FLYER

Page 1
Panel 1
South High school gymnasium. Wide shot. Two girls with pop-poms and numbers safety-pinned to their shirts stand on the sidelines: Audrey “Auds” Bodkins, a short red-headed cutie in sweatpants and a crop top; and Bonnie Hood, tall and spindly with cat eye glasses. In the foreground a girl is prancing around.

CAPTION: Cheerleader tryouts. 1.30 pm. Oh my fucking god. 

Panel 2
Half shot of Auds and Bonnie. 

BONNIE: I never noticed how thick Tammy Tonelli’s ankles are.

AUDS: We’re not supposed to body shame. Remember they told us? Tammi has talent.

Panel 3
Close up on Bonnie.

BONNIE: Tammi Tonelli is a fat fucking pig. How’s that?

Panel 4
Close up on Auds.

AUDS: Well, she’s not a flyer. 

Page 2
Panel 1
Flashback panel: Young Auds lying in bed, watching television. There are cheerleaders on the screen. 

CAPTION: As a child I was stuck in bed. CF. It sucked. 

Panel 2
Close up on Aud’s face.

CAPTION: But I never felt sorry for myself. 

Panel 3
Close-up on television, cheerleader tossed into the sky.

CAPTION: I had a  dream. I wanted to be pretty. I wanted to fly.

Panel 4
Close-up on flying cheerleader spinning in the air.

Panel 5
Close-up on Auds back in the gymnasium, present day.

CAPTION: I wanted to be Kirsten fucking Dunst.

Page 3
Panel 1
Shot of the South High Succubi National championship banners, from 2015 to 2024.

CAPTION: The problem is, these girls are champions, and I probably won’t make the cut.

Panels 2 – 5

Tammy doing an impossibly high spinning jump and landing in a sexy crouch, then standing with her pop-poms triumphantly out to her side. She is not, in fact, a fat fucking pig.  

Panels 6

Back to medium shot on Auds and Bonnie.

AUDS: Tammy’s gonna make the team. By my count there are only two spots left. 

BONNIE: Just enough for you and me. Are you ready?

AUDS: Bring it!

Page 4
Panels 1
Medium shot of Reign Rimpo, the half-Japanese smoke show captain of the Succubi. 

REIGN: Thank you Tammy, that was superb. Next up: Audrey Bodkins and Bonnie Hood, who asked if they could audition together. Of course. 

Panel 2
Two random girls whispering to each other.

CAPTION: Everyone thinks we’re lesbians.

Panel 3
Close up on Auds and Bonnie. They give each other knowing looks.

AUDS AND BONNIE: Of course. 

Panel 4
Close up on Auds’ and Bonnie’s hands as they pinkie shake.

CAPTION: We’re best friends.

Panel 5
Close up on Reign

REIGN: Let’s go ladies! 

Page 5
Panels 1 – 6
A dynamic page showing off the pair routine of Auds and Bonnie. They are really good and the page is a lot of fun.