Chapter 3.47 – Breaking

Note: features acres of pale skin with strategically-placed décor.

Caleb had bedded countless women in his three hundred and seven years. He had, often unwittingly, seduced wealthy women, poor women, thin ones, fat ones, pretty ones, ugly ones, young and old in almost any situation one could think of. Yet, lying in Sage’s bed, beside April, his confidence evaporated to be replaced with the nerves and apprehension of a virgin.

Gently, he reminded himself, for the umpteenth time, brushing his knuckles over her cool, soft skin as she glanced up at him coyly with those huge, blue eyes. There was so much riding on this, he had so much to prove to himself and to April; that he could look after her, that he could be what she wanted and needed.

That she should keep him.

But building up to the main event was not something Caleb had had to do often; such was the perk of allure. He’d rarely paid attention to the needs of his partners as there was no reason to – anything was amazing to one trapped in the pink fog – and, thus, he’d already extinguished all of his tricks. April seemed happy and had obviously enjoyed his efforts so far but the knowledge that he was doing better than the last time didn’t soothe him any. It only served to make him more anxious about what was to come next.

Would he be able to maintain control? Would he hurt her? Would she understand if he did?

Would any of them realise how hard he’d tried to fight the beast?

Both terrified of and yet dying to partake of his primed beauty, he teased her thighs open. Initially she giggled as he shifted above her; covering her face and playfully peeping through her fingers. But the moment he touched her, her whole demeanour changed.

“Wait!” she said in a tiny squeak. “We need a… a…” she cringed as she whispered, “a condom.”

He stared at her for a moment, trying to gauge if she was joking, but it was hard to read her face from the glimpses between her hands, and her thoughts were only showing him a page from the flipchart.

“We don’t need a condom, April.”

I don’t believe you, she thought. It stung like a slap. She shifted beneath him, unable to look him in the eye. “Will you use one anyway, please?”

“I don’t have one.”

“Wyatt has some in his bedside drawer.”

“How do you know that?” he asked. She squirmed and he couldn’t help but smile. “An eavesdropper and a snooper, Miss. Moss? Is no secret safe with you?”

“Please,” she whispered. “For me?”

He sighed. He could do this for her, sure, why not? Maybe it would even dull some sensations and help him remain in control.

“Wait here,” he said, confused by the deer-in-headlights look on her face.

No man on earth had ever moved with the speed Caleb did when he sprinted to the next room to rummage in Wyatt’s bedroom drawer. Alongside a few rubbery objects that Caleb couldn’t identify he found the box of condoms and returned, not a moment later, to his bashful blonde.

Under her curious gaze he dressed for the occasion and then re-joined her on the bed.

The whole scenario was so familiar and yet so alien. April was completely different to anyone else he had been with; there was no racing heart in her chest, no ragged breath from her lips. She was cold and still, controlled and immaculate. It only made him want her more.

By that point, all his hesitation had gone. He fought to hold on to reason, to resist his urge to pin and devour as the animal within him insisted it had to have her. He prayed to the devil that she hadn’t changed her mind; he wasn’t sure what he’d do if she had.

“Ready?” he asked.

She gazed into his eyes and nodded.

Faith was aware that something had happened, but she couldn’t say what exactly.

“Faith?” Seth’s frantic voice sounded in her ears. “Damn it, don’t you dare close your eyes again.”

Her feet weren’t touching the floor, she realised. He was holding her aloft. He kept calling to her again, asking – no – demanding she stay awake.

“Fuck you! I’ll sleep where I want,” Faith drawled in a voice she didn’t recognise.

“Oh dear sweet Lucifer,” Seth gushed, his voice attacking her in a thick lungful of stale air as his hands tangled into her hair. “Thank hell. I thought I’d lost you.”

Why did he think…? Oh. Right. It all came flooding back to Faith, piece by gruesome piece. The visit to Joy, the attack that he’d no doubt orchestrated, the admission that he’d tried to destroy one of the very few good things in her life.

And how many others? What else had he done?

“You have lost me,” she snarled. She tried to fight from his grip but he was having none of it, keeping her clamped firmly against him.

“…What?”

“I’m going back to my friends, if they’ll have me. I’m going to go back and drink the gross blood bags and learn to control myself and forget that you even exist, you slimy, lying, deceptive twat.”

“What? No,” Seth said, the shock evident on his face and his voice unsteady. “No. You’re staying with me. You can learn to control yourself with me. If that’s what you want, I’ll help you.”

Faith laughed in his face. “Help me? You’ve done nothing but manipulate me, Seth. You say you can’t lie, but oh fucking boy, you can, you’re just extra devious about it. Sneaky. Like a sneaky fucking snake. She was right, you know, Lilith? She’s right about you – you can’t be trusted, can you?”

A hesitation before a forced admission. “I cannot.”

She smiled, feeling his grip on her tighten as she continued.

“No wonder everyone fucking hates you. Always fucking people over and drinking people dry. People,” she repeated in a whisper. “It sounded amazing, fucking hell it sounded so amazing, to be free, to be that carefree…” she faded out, the daydream swimming before her eyes. She blinked and it was gone. “But it’s not, free. It’s really, really not. Nothing is. You’re not free, Seth. You’re just lonely and despised. And the trade-off? This whole epic creature of the night shebang? It’s bullshit. Being a vampire is bullshit. I don’t even really have any fucking powers, unless being your doormat is a fucking power.”

He couldn’t look her in the eye.

“Nothing to say for yourself? No smooth answers? No apology?” She felt his arms tighten around her, his body started to shake, but nothing could stop her tirade. “You tried to erase my only happy memories. Memories of my sister. You set me up to hurt my sister. What kind of person does that?”

“And what kind of person lets you? I’ve just let you. Holy fuck,” Faith snarled. “I just let you walk all over me. Fucking hell, Mel was right. Fuck. Fuck. And I just went along with it while you killed people and screwed me over and fuck, what have I done? I’m a prawn. A prawn in your shitty, fucked up game.”

“Pawn,” he corrected softly.

“Seriously. That’s all you’ve got to say?” As he looked away, she shoved him as much as she could when one arm wouldn’t co-operate and the other was wedged between them, but he didn’t move. “You fucking asshole. How could you? You said you loved me,” she hissed.

“I do—”

“Utter-fucking-bullshit, Seth! Are you completely fucked in the head? You don’t know what love is!”

He pulled back enough for her to instinctively tuck her wounded limb against her, before changing his mind and drawing her back. His voice broke around a sound that was partway between a sob and a growl, taking her completely by surprise. He squeezed her close, too close, sending a shockwave of pain through her broken arm.

Oblivious to the pain he was causing her, or perhaps more likely, not caring, he only held tighter.

“Spare me the waterworks,” she spat, although she wasn’t sure there were any. “I’m going. Thanks for all the amazing sex. Hope you fix your jizz issue and find a new shirt soon because that one is fucking minging.”

The force of his embrace would’ve likely suffocated her, had she had functioning lungs. Instead she heard something in her back crack. And, metaphorically, something in her chest.

Faith was not heartless. She could feel the anguish bleeding through from the man who was attempting to smother her in an effort to retain her. It hurt like all hell. But it was too little, too late. She wouldn’t cave. Not now.

For her own sake, for Joy’s. Faith was done.

“Let me go, Grimm, or I’ll blast you with my brain.”

I can’t let you go.

Then you definitely don’t love me.

Riddled with emotions that she didn’t know how to deal with, Faith clung to the familiar one. Rage

“That proves nothing,” she hissed as she strutted to the door. “Nothing. I’m leaving. You’re not going to follow me and you’re not going to look for me. If you go anywhere near my friends or my family I swear I will make you regret it.”

Faith had never broken up with anyone before. Not in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship way. He just taken a huge shit on her and revealed himself to be a complete jerk. Was breaking up supposed to hurt this damn much?

She stomped on then stomped back just to add, “I hope you’re fucking happy.”

The tea was wearing off, April thought sadly, tracing again the patterns in the plasterwork of the ceiling and missing the way they had danced.

April’s eyes began to wander around the room, taking in all the strange items that Grandma Sage had on her walls. She had a large portrait of an elderly lady who looked like Broof on the wall behind Caleb’s shoulder. April wondered if that was Broof’s grandma, the one who lived in the forest and had a demon broom. April giggled, remembering Broof brushing her demon, BonBonSindyBelle away. But that also reminded her of why BonBonSindyBelle was there in the first place. Which reminded her of Mother…

Caleb made an angry little throat noise and April stopped staring at the portrait and instead looked back at his face. He trapped her lips with kiss and grunted as he continued loving her.

From the way Faith and the girls at her school had raved about sex, April had expected much more. But last time had been simply horrible and this time? Well, it didn’t hurt, but it really wasn’t very fun either. She felt like a caught butterfly, wings spread, being pinned to a corkboard.

But over and over and over and over…

She didn’t understand what all the hype was about.

Caleb made that throat noise again and lifted up with finality.

“Are you done?” she asked with surprise. She recalled that last time they had been in bed together, it had gone on for forever and every time she thought he’d finished, he’d started again.

Caleb looked like he was trying to choose his words very carefully, or perhaps trying not to lose his temper.

“April, what do want me to do?”

April shrunk back, surprised by his question. “What do you mean?”

“You said you wanted ‘gentle’,” he muttered in a low growl. “And yet you’re so bored you’re examining the bloody lamps?”

April hadn’t actually noticed what the lamps looked like. She resisted the urge to turn and peek at them. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice small. “I guess I don’t really know what I want.”

Caleb thought for a moment, then smiled, but not in a way that met his eyes. “When Faith raved about sex, did anything she mention pique your interest? We could try that?”

April pouted. She hadn’t remembered telling him about that. Besides, she didn’t even know what half the things Faith raved about actually were, let alone if she’d enjoy them.

Her mind fluttered to the most recent conversation she could recall with her crude former friend, scanning it for anything that didn’t sound too awful.

“You should try sinking your fangs into Fringey at some point, Blondie. Don’t let him have all the fun.”

April looked up through her lashes at Caleb’s neck and fluttered her gaze to his face where he was looking back at her with a bemused expression.

“You want to bite me?” he asked with a little laugh.

April gently bit her tongue. She had no better ideas and she really was rather bored. “May I?”

Caleb looked unsure. “No one’s ever bitten me before and something is telling me not to let you,” he mused. “But then, Lilith always said my instincts were wrong.” He seemed to be lost in thought for a while, before making his decision. “Yes, alright, go ahead.”

April reached up behind his head and guided his neck down to meet her mouth. With the absence of a pulse to guide her, she pressed her lips along his skin in a series of exploratory kisses, seeking a vein to tap.

He chuckled low in his throat, bringing a juicy vein to prominence. Bingo!

“I thought you were going to bite me,” he teased, “not kiss me to — HOLY BLOODY BASTARD HELL!”

She panicked at his reaction to her bite and quickly pulled back while squealing an apology, only to find him yanking her back to him.

“No, don’t stop,” he growled, rubbing his neck against her face until she caught again. “Don’t stop. Oh my devil,” he groaned.  His eyes rolled back into his head as he rocked inside her, gargling low in his throat, “Holy hell, April. Damn. This is as hot as hell.”

April couldn’t say that she really agreed. He’d dropped his full, heavy weight on top of her and was crushing her boobies in a really uncomfortable way. And his blood was so yucky – cold and sludgy. She had to suckle really hard to draw anything from him. It was like trying to get a super thick milkshake up through a tiny straw.

The effort was making her head spin.

She shifted her hips, which were beginning to ache having been pressed open beneath him for such a long while, and she wriggled her toes. This was even less fun than before, so she delicately lifted her fangs from him and pressed a sweet little kiss to the neat wound that she’d created.

Caleb immediately jerked back. “What are you doing?” he asked.

April sighed contentedly, relieved that he’d stopped squashing her, however briefly. She gazed up at him and smiled.

“I’m full, thank you,” she lied, in her well-practiced way.

Caleb shook his head angrily. His eyes flashed blue, briefly, and April’s stomach sank.

“But I told you… wait,” he paused and licked his fangs. He looked almost like he was listening to something, but there was no sound that April could hear.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered, alarmed.

“April, what are you thinking?”

April shook her head. “Nothing really… why?”

He stared at her intently for what felt like an hour.

“No reason.”

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14 responses to “Chapter 3.47 – Breaking”

  1. I am left in a terrible confusion 😟
    I think I understand what’s going on between Caleb and April.
    The scene is described in many ways as a recognizable groping first-time experience.
    Caleb seems like he’s really trying to make everything considerate and right this time … It must be positive 🤔
    Unfortunately, the effect of the pink tea has subsided and April is unable to guide him as she basically finds him boring.
    The result is a painful awkward situation.
    What happens to that bite? What should I expect now? I run out of ideas and try to interpret if this is the sound of a beep?
    Maybe I’m confused here too.

    I must understand that once again Faith has succeeded in thwarting Seth’s agenda. He is now allowed to pay the full price without having achieved what he came for.
    Oddly enough, it makes me sad and it makes me put my potatoes and cacti back in storage. I will need them more on another occasion or in a different story.
    This is probably the end of the most toxic relationship I have witnessed in a long time. It must be a positive development 🤔
    My confusion arises mostly because Seth knew he was going to lose her but what the hell was it he wanted to achieve?

    You said you heard a bit of despair in my recent reply.
    I know I called the two men manipulative unsympathetic scumbags in the last chapter. Today I think they are brain dead masochists?
    My despair has not diminished, despite today’s positive news.

    • Oh no! Sorry to leave you confused. We’re on the cusp of the fall here so things will become clearer in the final few chapters.

      So ends Faith and Seth. What he wanted to achieve was to take her power from her and to keep her by his side, oblivious that he’d taken anything. To coin a phrase, he wanted to ‘have his cake and eat it too’. Naturally, it hasn’t worked out that way because, well, this is AE, no one gets cake. 😆. If you are still confused it’s because I am dancing around spoilers in this response to you! If you don’t mind a spoiler or two in exchange for clarity, please do ping me a message on discord (SnuffyBucket#0017 for anyone else who’d like to take up this offer) where we can chat as open as you’d like. 😁

      ‘Braindead masochists’ is not an inaccurate observation...

      I’m sorry that this has not eased your despair. But if you’re sensing a beep in there you are definitely not hearing things. It’s a big one. 😉

      • Seth is more brain dead than I first assumed him to be. Save a cake while he eats it. That fool 🥴
        Perhaps confused is the wrong word.
        It is the conflicting actions that are making noise in my head. It’s so damn sad. He could have gotten it all and is throwing everything on the floor by making the wrong choices. That’s so stupid 😱

        • Ah now, yes that is definitely accurate. I can’t remember who said he was always ‘shooting himself in the foot’, but he really always is. Perhaps his subconscious self-sabotage is a way to justify his hate for everyone and everything. Perhaps he doesn’t think he deserves good things. Maybe he just doesn’t care. Whatever the reason, ‘damn sad’ it definitely is.

  2. Oh! New tekst font!

    Ah, yes, because being good at horizontal tango is the thing that determines if you can look after and take care of a person. Oh my freakin gods, Caleb. There’s not enough facepalm emojis left for Caleb to last me to the end of the story. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you’re still phrasing it as a thing to eat instead of an activity to enjoy with her, Caleb. Though that could have been unintentional. *grumble grumble* Oh, April. Still worried you’ll get pregnant, or is it just because that’s the “proper” thing to do? Ah. Flipchart. That second one, then. 🤣

    No breath, cold and still is a combination that would not attract me in the slightest, but to each his type, Caleb. To each his type 🤣🙈 okay, he gets a point for trying so hard and asking permission again. -999,999,998.

    Oh my gods Seth almost murdered her there, didn’t he? What happens if you take too much? Do they straight-up die? Does it leave them catatonic? Does Seth actually know the answer to that question?
    Interesting. We’ve seen Faith curse like a sailor and explode before. But we’ve never seen cold anger like this. Seth really has lost her. Wait, did Seth actually expect that she’d stay with him? He’s just too good at shooting himself in the foot, isn’t he?
    I wonder what kind of things he’s seeing in his head because of that angry rant. Faith hit some real nerves with “you don’t know what love is” and “then you definitely don’t love me”. Gah. They are so messed up together and yet that parting still hurts. I wonder if he really thought he could keep her. I wonder if Faith knows none of her friends are where she thinks they are. I wonder if this time, she’ll actually stay away. I wonder if he’d try to come back for her.

    Oh my gods and she still doesn’t know that Joy is not actually dead.

    I had loads of thoughts about Caleb and April and April not enjoying her at all but OH MY GODS IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?! Did she just break the thing? 😮 she stopped even though he told her not to stop! And he can’t hear her! I’ve been wondering if her drinking his blood would do anything interesting for the longest time but holy potato, did that actually break the bind? 😮😮 Yessssss! She’d no longer be a marionette on strings! She’d be free! Free to be with Melinda and dump Caleb with no repercussions if she wanted to! Whoa, getting way ahead of myself there, she might not even want to. But if she’s free, that would solve SO many really bad problems 🤩

      • Luckily I knew exactly what you meant thanks to our ‘tekstkanalen’ – and the fact that it sounds the same but y’know. 😆

    • I don’t think there are enough facepalms in existence for Caleb. And you’ve only been tolerating him for two years/a month depending on which timescale we’re going by, imagine how Lilith feels. Sore probably, with a big hand-shaped dent in her forehead. Good sleuthing, he’s definitely still seeing this whole thing as something to achieve rather than the actual bonding exercise it should be. One night of flipchart cringe might have made an impression on April, but it ain’t gonna change a 307-year-old warped mindset, unfortunately.

      Is vampire attraction a finely-veiled and more socially acceptable form of necrophilia? Maybe that’s a question for the forum. I wonder if I can get my own forum shut down for posting random, questionable stuff that sounds all manner of wrong out of context. Anyway. Another point! At this rate he’ll be back in positive figures by the year 200907. Hm, how will I ensure I live that long?

      Seth very nearly overdid it, yes. More from him on that matter soon (yay?). Hm, did he expect her to stay or merely wish it, I don’t suppose it matters. “He’s just too good at shooting himself in the foot, isn’t he?” Colander-foot-man strikes again. Don’t worry, we’ll be back in his now slightly more bloated head again soon for some fun ‘answers’.
      Faith thinks she knows where her friends are. Does that count? Will Faith stay away? Will Seth? Are they destined to keep colliding like conkers until one or both departs their shoestring and lies in fragments on the autumnal ground?

      No, she does not know for sure. 😔

      …Maybe. 😉

  3. Oh em gee that ending!

    But i can’t rejoice yet. Is this effect temporary? Is this permanent? Eggcites! Bite the deading shite out of him! 😀

    • …and things changed here, I see. Why’d it post my comment on me trying to log in? O.O

      Well, anyway. Things sure are going to heck now. I wonder what Seth will do. He might have caused this, but what does he do now? I guess it’s too much to hope he’ll learn something. Still. Did he at least get the power? I mean, being able to “brain blast” Kat when (not if) she shows up might cheer him up some, yea? 😀

      Also, huh. That would actually be sort of funny if this protection from Caleb commanding her was temporary on April. Because what would Caleb do, then? Would he avoid letting her drink from him so she wouldn’t defy him? Or would he repeatedly give her that control because he’s got all the selfcontrol of a toddler? Heheh, what a dilemma would that be.

      • Ah it’s fine, I’ve also been gone for ages. But now we’re both here, once again. Still looking at burning dumpsters.
        Yeah, I think WordPress is doing some borked thing again as I haven’t changed anything, comment-wise (I don’t think – I have a lot of new settings and do like pushing random buttons to see what happens).

        Things truly are going to heck. What will Seth do? Move on happily and start his next phase of unlife as a brain-blasting super-vampire? Skulk away and brood? Go and bother Lilith some more? Time will surely tell.

        Ooh, a temporary reversal. That would be so darn cruel. A little sample of freedom granted every now and then only to be stolen away… that’s awful. Actually, no, that’s great *writes it down*.

        • Cruel, huh? I guess… but then again, considering… everything… if April has even a trace of Sandy in her, she could have that moron wrapped around her dainty little finger in no time, now.

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