Chapter 4.48 – Revved Up

Note: NSFW

Caleb had spent another day dithering between action and procrastination, stewing again on the loss of his feisty lover and friend. Finally, a decision had been made. He had decided to find Faith and to talk, like adults…

It’s what Lilith would have suggested, he was sure of it.

Oh Lils. He missed her so much sometimes, any time he had to use his brain, for starters. He was so used to having his sister to take ideas from and seek guidance from. He wondered what she was up to, if she even cared that he’d gone or whether she was relieved to not have to deal with him anymore. Probably the latter. He’d often felt that she’d be better off without him holding her back and constantly screwing up her life.

Kitty was nice enough, but her advice came in riddles that Caleb couldn’t always decipher. She wasn’t always direct and to the point like Lilith had been. Granted, Kitty didn’t thump him for being a numpty, but he often felt like he’d been walloped by her in other, more subtle, ways.

Caleb twiddled with the little latch on the drinks globe, wondering if it would be sensible to have a drink before going to talk to Faith. He determined that it would be.

So, back to his plan – talking to Faith. Either that, or he could whack the young vampire with a wooden spoon to command respect like Lilith had.

No, talking, he’d try talking and then if that didn’t work… he didn’t know what else to try. Maybe he’d give up and let her ignore or ridicule him for the rest of eternity.

He sighed and poured himself an extra-large drink. He really liked Faith and still wanted her in his unlife. Could he stand the derision? Would it upset Kitty if he didn’t act his role as sire? He really didn’t want to upset Kitty; she’d given him shelter and sustenance and support. But Caleb had never had to command respect from anyone and he was genuinely clueless what to say, or do, to gain it.

If he could just get her to take him seriously, that would be a good start, he figured. Hence the talking. Although he still hadn’t quite worked out the details of what he was going to say, he knew that he’d say it calmly and with composure.

Caleb was trying to temper his expectations. He knew that talking to Faith would not have her fly back into his arms. He knew that he couldn’t compete with Seth, and that Seth wouldn’t want to share Faith, more the pity. Vampire lovers were so much better than human ones.

Caleb briefly toyed with a new idea. Maybe he could create another vampire lover. He had a basement full of beautiful women, after all. Women who respected and lusted after him. How hard would it be to turn one of them? Or a few?

Of course, this time he’d turn them before they died. Even though having a doll that submitted to his every whim was most appealing to his inner demon, he’d realised that the whole binding thing was messy business. Seth had been right about that one.

So, yes, talking to Faith. That’s what he’d do. He’d get her alone, maybe supply her with a beverage too, to relax them both a bit, and they’d talk calmly. Work out their differences. Plan a way forward. He’d command respect through integrity and perseverance.

Look at him, being so rational! Lilith would’ve been so proud of him!

He just needed to wait until Seth had left. Not only because he thought Faith might be more receptive to talking if she was alone, but also because he didn’t think he could face Seth’s smugness.

Caleb knew what the pair had been up to all day; Faith liked to make a lot of noise. He couldn’t help but hear from his chambers next door, where he’d deliberately stayed for hours. At one point, hearing her animalistic moans and throaty expletives had sent him over the edge and he’d needed to go visit his girls.

To say he was jealous was an understatement.

He thought that he and Faith had had a good thing going – she seemed to really enjoy his rough and ready kind of loving – but maybe she hadn’t been enjoying it as much as he’d thought.

Or maybe she simply preferred something else.

He got the gist, from Faith’s occasional lewd commentary and how long the pair had been copulating, that Seth brought a whole different kind of intimacy to the table. Slower, for sure, but then he was quite ancient and slow in general. It all sounded rather boring to Caleb. Surely Faith wasn’t really into that?

Caleb finished his drink, left the glass on the floor, and thought he’d compete with himself in a rousing game of chess while he waited for Seth to depart. He usually won when he played against himself.

At least he could win at something.

He found himself involuntarily continuing to think about Faith and Seth’s lovemaking. Maybe Lilith had been right when she told him that he had a one track mind. He was picturing what slow, boring things they might possibly be doing that were taking so long.

He found himself thinking back to something Faith had said back at the cottage: that Seth never climaxed. He wondered if that was still true and how it was possible to have sex all day and not climax.

Caleb always did, repeatedly, sometimes more than Faith did. He’d never really had to put a lot of effort into sex, with women literally throwing themselves at him thanks to his allure, anything he gave them became rose-tinted bliss.

Was that the problem? Was he too selfish?

He groaned inwardly. Thinking of this was getting him all revved up. He needed to visit his blondes, again before he went to see Faith. It was probably a good idea because then he’d be less wound up and they’d be better able to talk.

He adjusted his trousers.

Yes, talking to Faith, that was his plan, wasn’t it?

Whenever Seth finally left her alone…

Faith dug her acrylic talons deep into his back, eliciting a pleasure-pain moan from the master vampire that he was loath to restrain. Her language became ever more colourful as he took her from teasing to gratification for the dozenth time that day.

Ah, how he loved making her turn the air blue as he ground into her, slowly, tortuously turning her dials to maximum until she could simply take no more and withered in his arms.

That beautiful moment of her release, cloaked as it was in curses. He could bring her to that precipice all night also, if he wasn’t ultimately enervated and struggling to maintain his masculine buoyancy.

As her vulgar chain of expletives hushed to an occasional ‘fuck’, he dropped her down to the pillow and withdrew, to a mewl of disappointment.

He kissed her nose and laughed as she gnashed at him.

“More,” she whispered, headily.

He smiled and shook his head. “I need to hunt.”

“You always need to hunt,” she moaned, her wits gradually gathering.

“It’s a primal urge,” he insisted, nuzzling into her neck and scraping his teeth along her skin. “Just one of my many carnal desires.”

She groaned and locked her thighs around him, flipping him sideways and trapping him. “Stay just a little longer?”

Her hand between his legs was almost tempting him to oblige with her request…

Yet, the corners of his mental pages were curling, his tongue was dry against the roof of her mouth, his thirst becoming an all-encompassing need. Something told him he’d require a sure wealth of energy for the night ahead.

With pain. “Apologies, Faith. I must go. Are you joining me?”

“No,” she pouted, disappointment evident in her voice as her favourite toy softened in her palm. “I’ll go later. It’s way too early for good prey.”

He brought his lips to hers, winging her a mental promise. I won’t be long.

You’d better not be, she thought back. Or I’ll have to go find Caleb.

How droll.

She laughed into his mouth and slapped his bare arse as he left the bed. “Go forth, Murderbear. Do your thing.”

Caleb waited exactly half an hour between hearing Seth leave and visiting with Faith. He thought that would be enough time for her to clean up, dress and settle with a good book. Or whatever she chose to do when she wasn’t doing. Her hair?

Either way, Caleb had partaken of Tuesday, had a cool shower and had ventured through the manor to Faith’s door.

He stood outside on the landing, psyching himself up.

He could do this. They could talk it out. They’d be friends again by dusk.

If nothing more…

No! No thinking of sex. This had to go right.

He knocked softly, expecting her to snarl at him. He waited for a whole ten seconds, but heard nothing. He knocked again.

There was still no answer.

He hadn’t gotten this far in his head, so he didn’t know how best to tackle this situation. But ultimately he decided that she hadn’t told him not to come in, so in he went.

Faith was coming out of her bathroom as he entered the room, wearing a wide grin and… very little else.

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” she purred, then she clocked who was standing before her. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”

Caleb tried very hard not to take in her lack of attire, yet his words jumbled into nonsense regardless. “We talk… to need talk… need to… we…”

“You want to talk?” Faith scoffed. “About what? You can’t even form sentences with that thing tenting your trousers.”

He took a long pause, thinking about Lilith in dark form – it often worked to quell some urge. Finally, he faced her again, keeping his eyes trained on her face. “We need to talk because I’m your sire and you don’t respect me.”

“Not this shit again. Faith,” she mimicked, a perfect impression of him. “I’m your sire! Why don’t you bow to me and attend to my every whim?”

“Not every whim, exactly.” He chewed his words as she glared at him. It wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped and the swell of her pert breasts, inches from his face, was only making it harder. “I merely think that there should be some sort of hierarchical consideration – one where you don’t constantly make a mockery of me.”

She blinked, then snarled. “Piss off, Fringey.”

With reason slowly slipping as she refused to give him the time of day, he grabbed her, forcing her to look him in his good eye. “Let’s get a drink and talk through our differences,” he almost begged, the yield of her soft skin under his hands was awakening the beast, but he was unable to let go.

She scowled and shoved him back. “Get off. I’m not one of your blondes.”

“You’re being immature.”

Faith’s mouth dropped open like she’d been slapped. “You want me to pander to you like a braindead bitch and you’re calling me immature?”

“We can talk out our difference, like adults.”

“What differences can we talk out? You’re falling for me; I’m not falling for you – end of conversation. You’re just pissed that I don’t want to fuck you anymore. Hey,” she said softly, her head tilted. “Maybe a nice little parting gift would ease your pain?”

His brain started buzzing with what this could be as she spun around and touched her toes giving him a full flash of the scantness of her undergarments.

Righting herself, she fixed him with a wry half smile. “Did you take a nice mental snapshot for your wank bank? Great, now sod off.”

With all reason rapidly leaving his head, Caleb lost his cool at her mockery. “I will make you respect me.”

“By doing what, exactly?” Faith smirked.

“I’m waiting.”

Caleb kicked the door shut behind him and advanced on Faith, guided purely by her scent and the sound of her backing into something as darkness filled his vision.

“Caleb – what the fuck?!” Faith whispered, suddenly unsure of herself. “What’s wrong with your eye? What- what are you going to do?”

Caleb swiftly moved forwards, trapping Faith against the dressing table. She kicked at him, but he was faster, blocking her effort. He softly caressed her face and then he clamped his hand over her mouth.

“You are my fledgling,” he hissed at her, over her muffled scream. “And I’m going to make sure that you understand that.”

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