I close my eyes and feel the sultry August rays of heat beat down on my already tanned skin, sun-kissed from all the time spent outdoors. Dipping my head back, I stretch my legs out and pointedly ignore the woman glaring at me from across the beach, offended by the very idea of a succubus being anywhere near her god-fearing slice of Americana.
“It’s a free country,” I want to mutter, but I’ve learned the hard way it’s best to keep to yourself when you’re vastly outnumbered by a human population. People sometimes look at me like I’m a freak, and there’s still a good chunk of the world who don’t take too well to my kind. No, it’s best to stick to the fringes. Be a loner. Never linger in one place too long. Best to be a visitor, albeit a strange one at that.
I can only take the feeling of her stare for a few minutes more before getting up and moving towards the ocean, hopeful that a quick swim might help clear the atmosphere. There’s already a fair amount of people in the water, and the weather’s warm enough to enjoy it.