Paranoia Pt.1

The girls muttered to themselves as they climbed the stairs, some of them glancing down at the stranger behind them sleeping. Fiora on the other hand glanced down the side of the stairs and say Emily watching the living room quietly. Once they made it to the main bedroom she closed the door, "So I have to be quick so everyone wait to talk until after I say my piece. I don't think we will be allowed to leave."

Mary snorted, "What?"

The brunette rolled her eyes at the immediate lack of instructions and continued, "Well since we were told about Emily and how things have been going on it doesn't add up. Back when we were falling for our man and competing it was jealousy, frustration, pent up need. All things Emily fed off of. I doubt she feeds well off of companionship and loyalty."

The other girls began to frown. Finally after all their drama and secrets they thought they were in the clear. And with talks of fixing their vehicle it also sounded like this wild vacation would at least have a close and happy ending.

"All of a sudden there's a complication. A woman lost in the woods. We would never have ran into her and she would either be lost and try to get back to town I don't know. But Emily made sure we went out to get this woman. She claims it's because some other person is a threat but if we are leaving then why is anyone in town a threat to us?"

"Good points." Lissa mumbled, hugging herself.

"I might be overreacting or paranoid but...it makes way more sense to try and reintroduce some competition into the house. Some new blood to spark temptation. Hell even a potential future girlfriend to add to the collection through this weird world." The nerdy brunette sighed, "I swore I heard someone mention the pink mist coming back soon. Why are we going out to grab people that aren't actually a threat until we introduce ourselves? Why are we planning on doing things that involve leaving the house?"

There was a long silence.

"Look he's our man now." Lissa nodded, "Everything you said makes sense. And if anyone knows about the pink mist it's me. We should spread out and prepare the house for the most this time. Then after it passes by I vote that we investigate some of the places we've been told to avoid. The waterfront especially. You already found some weird things by the boathouse. Maybe another look might reveal a method to all this madness."

Mary sighed, "Yeah I doubt that there were happy normal polyamorous relationships back in the glory days of this place. It's always so sinful and fucked up from what you described. We've felt the influence of this place. Sharing a guy is extremely tame here."

Fiora frowned. "I was actually thinking we wait out the mist then fix the car as fast as possible but fine. Maybe a bit of exploring might help us figure out what Emily is planning. Just remember we need to do these things when Emily is distracted."

Lissa looked out the window, "And how do we know when some crazy spirit is distracted?"

The brunette grinned, "Well we know she needs to feed don't we? So we get one of us to stay behind and get spicy. While she watches to feed or whatever she does the others can investigate."

"Sounds like a plan." Mary grinned back, "Fuck these bitches who think they can fuck with what we built. We love each other, not going down without a fight."

Meanwhile below Emily grinned seeing the stranger begin to stir. She enhanced the list within but could feel more. The spirit effortlessly entered the mind of the sleeping woman and found so much pain.

The jealousy of her sister her entire life, frustration of living in the shadow her sister had cast. Obsession with having an attractive body with curves. A submissive need for validation and purpose. Anger over the thought that these things would never go away. Fear of messing things up. Fear of being alone.

Emily stood and took these paranoid attributes and directed them all at the man sitting across from her. She was curious what was happening in town. Soon she would extend her influence there but she wasn't stupid. Years of her influence but lack of presence had created so many monstrosities. She would wait a bit longer until her presence being felt would not matter to whatever might be waiting for her.

And this future slut was the key to what she needed. She needed info and she needed shameless lust.