I sip my coffee and stare out the window while Mr. Sung gets his order. Someone walks in and I pull my coat closed against the draft. Sitting down across from me, he pulls out a pen and notebook. "Why don't you start at the beginning," he asks, "When did you meet Donna?"

I don't mean to tell him everything, but his questions are probing and direct and there's no room for me to wiggle out. It all spills out. I finally take another sip of coffee. It's cold. He writes in his notebook.

"Will you tell me something?" I ask.

"What I can." He doesn't look at me or stop writing.

"What is she?"

"A sucker." He still doesn't look at me.

"What's that?"

"A Succubus." He pauses and taps his pen on the table. "They're sort of like a vampire but they can't influence you and they don't suck blood. They just make you very very tired and eventually you die."

"But I wasn't with her all the time."

He shrugs, "You don't have to be. If they're smart, they'll cast a wide net." he makes some more notes.

"What do you mean?"

He finally looks up. "If one takes a little from a lot of people, then everyone thinks they are just tired. Didn't get enough sleep. That sort of thing. People recover quickly and we don't get have to get involved."

"Oh." I sit back in my chair. A tidal wave of realization hits me. I stand up. "I'm going to use the restroom." I say. He starts writing again.

I lock the door behind me and sit down on the toilet. "Greedy." I whisper to myself. "'I got greedy.'" Shit. Holy Shit. Fuck. Never lied to me. Well no, she didn't, but she was never entirely forthcoming was she? Fuck. Fuck Fuckity fuck...

My fists are so tight I have little red crescents in my palms. I wash my hands, open the door and walk back out to Mr. Sung.

"Can they die?" I ask.

He gives me an odd look. "Everything dies."

"Oh. Do you need her address?" I ask.

He continues to give me that strange look, but turns to a fresh page in his notebook. "Go ahead."