He quickly lost himself, his mind becoming a black darkness that blotted out the height of his overwhelming energy. The thrumming energy of a draining human made the world outside the little bubble obsolete, and blocked out any sight or noise beyond the writhing human in his grasp, the almost non-human sounds that the incubus was able to pull from him.

Felix couldn't even tell how much time had passed when the would-be kidnapper simply gave in, and fell limp in the incubus's grasp, his heart stopped and eyes shut, seemingly small and weak, just out of the blue. When Felix stood it was no longer in a hesitant manner, and it was obvious that he'd gained muscle mass in the time it took to completely and fatally drain the man. Feeling rather physically dirty, Felix settled on collecting his discarded old clothing and requesting permission to take them and some clean clothes to a river or pond or some reservoir that would be suitable for a bath. He was never sure what parasites or diseases the humans were riddled with, but the only thing Felix, as a demon, had to worry about was what might be left behind to wash away. Parasites simply couldn't hold on to a demon, and they weren't susceptible to the numerous human diseases.

With a little difficulty Felix managed to pull on his old clothes, which were now quite tight around the chest and shoulders, and took the chair from under the doorknob. Hopefully Darren hadn't heard too much... Or left after a time. Breathing out awkwardly, Felix gathered up his loose hair and knotted it back before opening the door.

Felix felt his breath catch immediately when he found Darren just a few feet away. How long was he there for? The scribe couldn't assume it had been anything less than the moment he'd closed and locked the door. Suddenly he felt ridiculously self conscious, and shifted a little. "So... ah, sorry for the... the noise. I'll... go take care of this..." He nodded behind him, and sidled back into the room to wrap the limp form up to preserve what little modesty and dignity he had left. He was quite small now, it seemed, not much of that healthy human appearance was preserved now that he'd been killed. The clearing was big, and surely there was a good soft patch of earth he could quickly dig up and toss the would-be kidnapper into. And then wash the filth off of himself and finally change clothes. He felt as if he'd worn the same ones for a week now.

It wasn't so difficult now, for Felix to lift heavier things. He picked up the wrapped form easily, dodging Darren and quickly slipping outside. It was dark... Had he spent the rest of the day locked up in his room...? Spent so little time working... His heart beat fast, though, and his skin felt as if it were crackling with electric energy. He could focus for quite a long time, perhaps get a full document completed before morning. That was what Darren wanted, after all. Felix tossed the form to the ground and found a shovel leaning against the back of the cottage, grabbing it and dragging the form toward the trees, deciding that just out of sight would put it out of mind as well. The earth wasn't necessarily soft, here, however, but he cut through it easily. It was his mess, after all. Darren had collected the man for him, so Felix felt obligated to dispose of him afterward.

When Darren approached Felix felt a sudden dread settle in his stomach. Like something bad was about to happen. But it passed when the human spoke, and simply walked away as if in a dazed state. It made the demon pause and lean on his shovel, and watch Darren leave. He no doubt came to make sure Felix wouldn't run off before his job was done. Before he'd copied those hundred or so documents precisely. He was sure he could... run off, anyway. He felt stronger, at last, and the deep gouges on his arms attested to that. The man had been very strong, and very much liked to use his nails. Finishing the grave, Felix made a disgusted noise and kicked the form into the deep hole---deep enough that no animal would smell the body and try to dig it up---and started pulling dirt back into the hole. There was a bit of a morbid fascination among demons with death. Sometimes they liked to keep their empty vessels with them for a little while, if just to stare at them in some strange, twisted appreciation. Felix preferred to dispose of them as quickly as possible.

When he finally patted the dirt down hard over the body, Felix left the shovel by the tree. He felt he might need it around here sometime soon, though didn't want to think about that quite yet. He wanted to think about a bath that would clean him thoroughly of his layered filth of sweat and dirt and dust and a variety of other and much more uncomfortable feelings. One such uncomfortable feeling only intensified when he opened the door to the cottage and stepped in, feeling a bit like a stranger in the place now. As if he didn't feel like a stranger anyway. "Uh... Darren...?" He heard something from the doorway to the left, and went toward it.

Felix expected to be manhandled now, it seemed like a normal thing in a very unnatural setting. Of course not much was normal now, not for him anymore. His unwitting assistance to the opposition had him in a really rough place, and it was made all the more awkward because of his close proximity to a human that seemed very able and very keen on overhearing him in very compromising positions.

Still, it seemed Darren was compensating for something Felix couldn't quite pick up on. He stepped away from his own kidnapper and crossed his arms in a way that would do well to hide what might be seen and poked at teasingly. "Th...anks." He muttered hesitantly, moving around to glance at the clothes that had been set aside. They were red, but more suited for travel and durability than any of the more expensive items. And the material was slightly stretchy, breathable, though it did seem a bit narrow at the top. Maybe it was planned that way, but Felix could feel a bit paranoid about some things. It was in his position to feel paranoid, anyway.

As soon as Darren was gone, Felix felt much better. He was no longer under that scrutinizing gaze that he couldn't quite read or understand, and was able to move about without his intentions being questioned or watched intently. Felix quickly disrobed and set his dirty clothes aside, sliding with a rather appreciative hiss into the near-boiling water of the metal tub and ducked down to submerge his head. Untying his hair, the demon rearranged it and used the soap to scrub the dirt and sweat from his hair and body, and felt quite clean for the first time in a couple days. After a short time he stopped the stream of water and huddle down in the silence of the small room.

Felix's hands massaged his tail absently, his eyes just above the water and his breaths very slow, as he had to come up out of the water a little to get a breath in the first place. The water itself was clouded, but curiously, not as dirty as he'd thought it'd be. He stayed that way for a while, long enough to feel the burning of the water lessen a bit at a time, and shook his head, finally snapping out of it and getting out of the water, wrapping the towel around himself and breathing in its gentle, clean scent before rubbing the water off his body and from in his hair, and pulling on his clothes. He was right in thinking they looked a bit small, but the cloth stretched easily over his new form which would fade over the days, until he drained another. Felix sighed, reaching down to let the water drain outside and evaporate, and gingerly opened the door to look outside. He felt he should get back to work.

When he returned to the room he'd figured had been his, Felix discovered his watcher no longer watching him. Sleeping on the bed, as if there was nothing odd happening, no one to keep an eye on, and sleeping on the very bed that Felix had killed a man on, if in a very unconventional way. Felix's tail twitched at the sight of Darren lying prone, like an innocent creature that hadn't done a thing to harm someone in his life. But sleep always made someone look innocent.

Felix went to his desk and lit a number of candles, picking up his quill and cleaning its tip off before beginning again. He slid the magnifying goggles over his head and tied back his hair, and leaned over the paper he'd abandoned that day. It felt almost... calming to have someone around. Maybe now that he knew he'd been working against the king, and was trying to remedy that, he felt as if his life were in danger. His focus found that only his tail twitched as it laid out on the floor, swinging back and forth as if it belonged to a cat.

His mind was so clear now. So clear, he could remember the first document so well. Now that his energy level was impossibly high and his focus was on his pride and joy, Felix adored his work and moved quickly, if very watchfully, easy in every possible consideration. He couldn't mess up now. Couldn't mess up after he'd taken so long to actually, to really begin. His eyes were running left and right through his mind's lines of characters that had their own special movements, some like snakes and some like blades. He could never tell what any meant, but saw a pattern forming over time, though he never acknowledged it. At the time he'd never really found it to be his place to look for a pattern in the characters and thought them to be some language for a foreign power.

After an imperceptible amount of time Felix sat up straight and stretched upward, setting the quill down and twisting his arms behind his back and pulling the magnifying lenses off his head. The document was actually finished! Finished and perfect, just the way he saw it in his head. Felix looked around and startled at Darren's watchful gaze on him. "Ah! Ah... Uhm, I finished the first document..." He muttered, looking away from the human. "It needs to dry, so you shouldn't touch it for about... an hour."

Felix bit his lip and stared around to the glistening black ink glittering in the firelight of the candles that had started burning lower. He was in a bit more control of himself, now, had a little more energy that was beginning to wane to more realistic terms---making him tired but also hungry in a human manner. But of course his nature still held him in a underlying grasp, like a master holding the leash of his hunting dog on the verge of a miniature meltdown as it tried to break away for its prey. "I thought... I might start on the second document." He admitted lamely.

It was just blatantly obvious what Darren was doing. It wasn't as if he could do anything about it, though, but could be the bigger man---or demon---and not give in just so easily. Not this time.

He looked at his hand, which had been curled around a griffon feather for hours. He didn't know how many hours. But it was obviously sunny outside, a little, showing morning. Perhaps it did hurt a little, and as he flexed his fingers he found them stiff. "Maybe..." He muttered, and stood. He had to put the document in a very safe, dry place where it wouldn't smudge, and thought the lowest drawer in the wardrobe against the opposite wall was a perfect place. No wind there, or hands hovering to accidentally touch the ink before it dried, a quiet and dark place. He lifted the document up carefully and took it to that safe place, and shut the drawer a little too hard when he heard Darren.

What could the human do to gain his forgiveness? For what, kidnapping him? For forcing him to recreate documents under supervision? For... everything else? He thought he'd already been compensated by having all his clothes and equipment bought for him. "I... don't know." He muttered, crossing his arms. "I've never had the tables turned like this." Usually he was the one giving someone what they wanted, not the other way around. Since he always worked to keep them alive, he made sure to make them happy at the same time, thus giving him more energy for a lower cost to them.

Felix gasped---he hadn't expected the suddenness but loved the way it felt to be taken over no matter how quick it ended. He tried to look around him and away, though it was difficult when the human stood over him as if a parent scolding their misbehaving child. He slid backward, until his back met the wall by the shuttered window, and sighed shakily. "I... No, no I haven't." He admitted, looking anywhere but at Darren and the way his face shadowed dramatically, his eyes darkened in the overbearing manner he stood over Felix, the owner to the owned. He absently slid his tail behind him as if protecting it.

He quickly pulled the blanket over his head. "Thanks. I'll... I'll work on the next one later I suppose." Felix curled up tightly under the blanket and faced away from Darren's dynamic gaze. Rough, like the one he'd drained before, but clean, at least, clear-eyed. And not someone he'd feel good about killing. Felix sighed, actually feeling sleepy suddenly, as if just being up and moving had kept him from feeling the effects of being awake so long.

As soon as he heard the door close he tossed the blanket off of him in a frenzy of overheating, then fell asleep. Normally his dreams were rather bland or predictable, though Darren had followed his subconscious into his dreams and plagued him throughout the morning. Darren had taken the place of the dirty kidnapper he'd collected and instead of being in control as he was prone to do, Felix was the writing form full of speechless gibbering that really didn't mean anything. He nearly jumped awake, and hissed at the way the sun slapped him in the face from its high position. He didn't know how long he slept but knew it had to be past noon.

Felix slipped his hands through his hair and loosened it to get rid of the starting headache from its tight ponytail. Why couldn't he be a normal incubus? Normal incubi and succubi didn't obsess over one single human. Like he seemed to be doing. Shaking himself, Felix stood and went to the wardrobe drawer and pulled it open, relieved to see that it was perfect. And dry. He lifted it up and rolled it into scroll form, and slipped out of his room to fin Darren. He was leaned over a book and seemed to be focusing hard. "Hey." He called shortly, to give Darren a clue that Felix was actually awake and he wasn't an intruder. "The, ah, the writing's done drying. If you want to see if you can decode it." He stepped over to the chair Darren was taking up and presented it as if it were a gift. His eased disposition seemed natural, and at least took away some of the strain he felt around the human.

Felix looked at Darren in a confused manner, but did as he asked, unrolling the limp sheet of paper and lying it on the table as he'd been instructed. "I... I always sound like this." He said defensively. What did he mean? Felix wasn't afraid of Darren anymore. Without Felix Darren would be lost even if he could read the documents. Without Felix Darren would have only this document and none else. None to go on. Felix was hardly afraid of Darren, but maybe it was the new sense of wakefulness and energy he had coursing through him.

Rather confident, Felix knelt down and leaned on the table. "Did you find anything then?" He asked, fighting back the urge to poke his sentences full of hesitations. Maybe that was what had Darren questioning Felix's bravery.