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Chapter Two: Call of Sirens

He woke up slowly, his half concious mind catching snippets of conversation. "Yeah,-- hasn't slept -- lately, -- how he gets." His mind identifyed Sage's voice, and woke up the rest of the way.

"That was partially why I came over. You know, I think that each time he finds a girl he just loses it, and I don't know why. I mean, the boy knows, deep down in his gut, that he's worth something. That we have all loved him, and will love him forever. Still, he keeps…." replied Kayta's voice. The rest of the sentence was drowned out by the sound of running water. He grunted and lifted himself half off his bed when he heard footsteps heading toward the door. The door slowly cracked open, and a raven haired head popped in.

"And Sleeping Beauty is awake," Sage said from the doorway. She brought a glass of water and some aspirin. Gods, he never experienced this type of hangover before, but then again, he had never been this drunk.

"What, does that make you my Prince Charming?" he asked as she deposited the glass of water on his night stand. She strode across his room and opened his sun blocking curtians. "Goddamn it, woman!" He snarled at her, throwing his arm up in protest to the sunlight.

"Oh, stop whining." Katya was leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed.

"What, did you guys stay the night?" Caleb asked, sitting up fully in his bed, taking note that he was still in his boxers.

"Yes, wonderboy, do you really expect us to leave you when you need us the most?" That stung ever-so slightly, and it felt like she was saying it to emphasize that he was helpless. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. He couldn't honestly tell any more. All he was sure of was this. Nearly a week ago now, he had his heart ripped out by someone he thought he could trust. Trust was a word he rarely ever used with people. Hell, two of the three people he truly trusted were in his house taking care of him. The other one, well, for one she had a husband and he was sure she couldn't just drop everything to come for him, and also he was sure he would have at least two letters in the mail from her, if not three or four emails. This comforted him little. His mind wanted so much to travel back but he knew it was worthless. She was gone never to be here again, and he could hear the words she said to him as he left…

"I need someone more stable! You have lost your touch, Master, and you know it. You fucking scare the shit out of me half the time and then act like a baby the other half!"

He closed his eyes; he didn't want to remember, not that, not now. Too bad that was all he could do, all her words were justified in a way. He had lost his touch ever since he had lost his job at the tattoo parlor because of an... altercation with a customer. To top this all off, he had been growing surlier with everyone, because of problems with his mother, alas, that didn't excuse taking it out on her verbally and he knew it. His problems lay not in her, but within himself.

He hadn't had a good life; he had always been plagued with self doubt because of the bullying he received in school. The fact that his sister had died when he was ten didn't help either. An accident, yet, he still felt responsible being the big brother. He felt as if he should've known something would go wrong. He had been forever haunted by the fear in her eyes. That was part of the breaking point that lead to his emotional downfall, that he kept seeing her and it disturbed him to no end.

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It had been a day that he treasured. He and his best friend were watching his ten year old sister at the park. They were also watching the girls and trying stupid shit on their skateboards to try and impress them. He and his friend then left his sister alone and disappeared to chase one of the skirts they had impressed. He would forget what had happened with the girl, but not what he saw when he returned with his best friend and found his sister gone. They searched high and low to no avail. Then, when they went home, he told his parents what had happened. They lashed into him, and reported the missing girl. She was found days later in a gutter, having been raped and beaten. Someone marked her with an X as a last disgrace to the beautiful girl she had been in life. Caleb wouldn't forget having seen one of the crime scene photos on the news that night, or the sobs that racked his body for nights after. She had been the light in his storm, his baby sister. Now she was nothing. Nothing but a cheap and tawdry thing that someone had hunted...

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Sage's voice broke through, as she sat on the bed by him, her arm around his shoulders. "You're thinking about Jayne aren't you?"

He nodded solemnly and leaned against her. "It was my fault, and you know it Sage. No matter how much you and my parents reassured me that I couldn't have known... I should have, three other girls went before her. I should never have left her alone." Caleb sighed and tried to push up off the bed feeling weak he collapsed back onto the bed. Sage placed her other hand on his chest and said:

"Things are the way they are, because they could never be any other way." She gave him a warm hug, and then got up. "I shall make you some breakfast. You will eat said breakfast, and then we are going to do SOMETHING to get your mind out of this rut."

He smiled inwardly. Sage. In truth, he cared for her, more than she knew. She had met him only days after the grisly discovery of his sister's body. She was only fourteen and a freshman at school, he was a junior and instead of poking fun at her with his best friend, he took her under his wing. Partially because he needed to help someone to get his mind off of it, partially because she was cute to him. They had hit it off, and from that moment forward they were barely inseparable. He even lost his friend. He just couldn't stand Sage, and Caleb told him that if he couldn't handle it, then he needed to leave. Caleb wasn't going to tell Sage to leave, of course. Sage had been privy to his feelings during this time, and each time he had a nightmare, she was the one he called. There was a night that he remembered, after she had gotten her driver's license, when she had driven to his house at two in the morning, and they cruised the dead streets until he was calm enough to sleep.

During this time, he had started developing perverse side to his nature, and he knew that his appetites wouldn't be sated with just normal sexual activities. He had found himself drawn to the fetish scene, which he expressed to Sage, and she agreed that she also had been having these feelings. They waited, until she was eighteen and he twenty-one. Then, slowly, they started feeding each other's appetites.

Truth be told, his best 'pet' had been her. She knew how to follow orders but she also knew when and where to call him on his ass. She was the right mix of submissive and dominant. Sadly, while she was perfect, after a year his eyes wandered and he lost contact with her, even though she would constantly try and contact him. He had met Angela in a bar one night and instantly they connected. She had been dressed in a corset to die for, purple and black tied up the front and back. She had small breasts but at the same time the corset pushed her breasts up to make someone think she had porn star tits. Normally, that would turn Caleb off, but with Angela, it had been enticing. He had watched her dance her way from man to man from the comfort of his seat at the bar. She approached him, and wrote her number on his hand. Part of him wanted to just wash it off and part of him wanted to pursue it, even though he had Sage. What had followed had been simultaneously one of the best, and worst, years in his life. Turned out that Angela had more issues than he could count. Not the least of which was the fact that she was a nympho. Now, he didn't mind that, he never minds that, so as long as the person is honest with him. Alas, with Angela, she would use it against him. She would hide it well, though part of him always knew, and it drove him mad. She collared him, not the other way around, and that's when things went even crazier. He had no say in what she did; she would disappear for days and weeks only to return when she needed someone who would honestly listen. She would use him, and then be gone.

The worst part was, he fell for it. Every time. He stuck with her for a year only to finally explode upon her one night in a rage over the phone. He threw the collar at her the next time he saw her and gave her everything back. He knew they weren't meant to be, and he left her alone for two to three years afterward only to have her become one of his best friends. He told this story to Elia, but left out details because originally he was still confused and mad at Angela. That lead to issues and he knew it would, he had to cut off all contact with her, which pissed Angela off to some extent, but she also knew that he was riding his wave, little did they both know that would last two years.

Fast-forward to the present, and here he was. Being taken care of by Sage and Kayta, with no Angela in sight and he didn't care. Well, at least not right now. He rolled over and flipped on his stereo, reaching for his CD's. He put on his usual dark industrial while waiting for Sage to return. He tapped his fingers along with the instrumental start of the song, for some reason he felt comforted by music, he didn't know why, maybe that was something he got from his dad? It seems the elder Brown had loved to listen to music when he couldn't work out his issues. It was either that, or do yard work. Luckily, Caleb had picked up the former of the two. He sang along, not surprised when Sage came back in swishing her lower half to the song, her low voice accompanying his own. The woman loved to dance, and Caleb always enjoyed watching her dance. He had always enjoyed it when she would dance for him. She set the breakfast down and handed him the forgotten glass of water and placed the aspirin in his hand.

"Take them now, before I shove them down your throat", she said in a caring, but firm, way.

Caleb smiled inwardly. She could always read him like a book. The only thing that came out of her mouth in response to his quick glance was, "There's the Dragon we've been missing," He had no clue what she meant though.

Kayta followed in next, taking the seat next to the bed, where a chair had been placed. He looked over, and remembered watching over Elia in this way at night when he couldn't sleep. He couldn't help himself after he had choked down the aspirin, he let out a sob and started to cry, Sage reached over the tray she had given him and touched his hand almost stroking it, then Kayta caressed his shoulder.

"It'll be okay Caleb, you'll see. I know you can't right now, but you will." Katya murmured, rubbing his shoulder.

He started to eat the eggs Sage had prepared and contemplated his two friends. Sage was now twenty, almost twenty one, if he remembered correctly. Kayta, she was his age but often times acted older because of the fact that she'd had an even tougher time than him. He had met her on one of his first visits to Erotic Nightshade. She had been floating around just people watching. Caleb had been watching Sage flirt with a beautiful woman, wondering if they would take the other woman back with them later in the night. Then, completely forgetting that he should have been watching Sage, Kayta had captured his attention. The thing was, she felt like that inescapable object. One you yearn to get to know but really only ever shows up when you need it. So, as many times as Caleb had ever been around the girl, she remained an enigma wrapped in human flesh.

That wasn't to fault Kayta, of course. She had been there when he needed her. In truth, they had come close to making love on more than a handful of occasions. It was always stalled, either because she was committed to someone else, or he was. Obviously, if there was some grand scheme to it all, Kayta still had her part to play in it, and Caleb was willing to wait.

The three sat there for over an hour, as Caleb sobbed and had his share of memories. Finally, Kayta brought up the idea of going to the club again. To which Caleb said, "I am so sick of the club scene, honestly. I've been there hundreds of times, and in the end, I've never really found someone I've connected with there. I don't know why you two are pushing me, I just don't feel up to it." That was partially true. The other matter was he was avoiding it, knowing that Elia would be back on the slaves block. He didn't want any chance of running into her again so soon, even after Sage had said that she had taken care of her. Caleb wanted to err on the cautious side.

Sage only smiled at this and shoved his shoulder playfully. "But Caleb, you haven't even seen my latest outfit!" Sage exclaimed with a mischievous grin playing on her lips, to which the wounded man had no counterpoint. In all honesty, Caleb hadn't seen any of his friends in a year. Having resigned himself to this venture, he shrugged. "I'll go, but not tonight. I feel like crap for one and, would you look at me? I haven't had anything done with my hair in I don't know how long! I tell you what, girls, I'm going to give you a chance to do what you always wanted to do, and help me pick out some new clothes. Before that though, I'm getting my hair cut and dyed!" He said knowing full well that this entire visit was a Siren song. These two knew how to get him to do anything and they would. They always did.

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Chapter Two: Call of Sirens

He woke up slowly, his half concious mind catching snippets of conversation. "Yeah,-- hasn't slept -- lately, -- how he gets." His mind identifyed Sage's voice, and woke up the rest of the way.

"That was partially why I came over. You know, I think that each time he finds a girl he just loses it, and I don't know why. I mean, the boy knows, deep down in his gut, that he's worth something. That we have all loved him, and will love him forever. Still, he keeps…." replied Kayta's voice. The rest of the sentence was drowned out by the sound of running water. He grunted and lifted himself half off his bed when he heard footsteps heading toward the door. The door slowly cracked open, and a raven haired head popped in.

"And Sleeping Beauty is awake," Sage said from the doorway. She brought a glass of water and some aspirin. Gods, he never experienced this type of hangover before, but then again, he had never been this drunk.

"What, does that make you my Prince Charming?" he asked as she deposited the glass of water on his night stand. She strode across his room and opened his sun blocking curtians. "Goddamn it, woman!" He snarled at her, throwing his arm up in protest to the sunlight.

"Oh, stop whining." Katya was leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed.

"What, did you guys stay the night?" Caleb asked, sitting up fully in his bed, taking note that he was still in his boxers.

"Yes, wonderboy, do you really expect us to leave you when you need us the most?" That stung ever-so slightly, and it felt like she was saying it to emphasize that he was helpless. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. He couldn't honestly tell any more. All he was sure of was this. Nearly a week ago now, he had his heart ripped out by someone he thought he could trust. Trust was a word he rarely ever used with people. Hell, two of the three people he truly trusted were in his house taking care of him. The other one, well, for one she had a husband and he was sure she couldn't just drop everything to come for him, and also he was sure he would have at least two letters in the mail from her, if not three or four emails. This comforted him little. His mind wanted so much to travel back but he knew it was worthless. She was gone never to be here again, and he could hear the words she said to him as he left…

"I need someone more stable! You have lost your touch, Master, and you know it. You fucking scare the shit out of me half the time and then act like a baby the other half!"

He closed his eyes; he didn't want to remember, not that, not now. Too bad that was all he could do, all her words were justified in a way. He had lost his touch ever since he had lost his job at the tattoo parlor because of an... altercation with a customer. To top this all off, he had been growing surlier with everyone, because of problems with his mother, alas, that didn't excuse taking it out on her verbally and he knew it. His problems lay not in her, but within himself.

He hadn't had a good life; he had always been plagued with self doubt because of the bullying he received in school. The fact that his sister had died when he was ten didn't help either. An accident, yet, he still felt responsible being the big brother. He felt as if he should've known something would go wrong. He had been forever haunted by the fear in her eyes. That was part of the breaking point that lead to his emotional downfall, that he kept seeing her and it disturbed him to no end.

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It had been a day that he treasured. He and his best friend were watching his ten year old sister at the park. They were also watching the girls and trying stupid shit on their skateboards to try and impress them. He and his friend then left his sister alone and disappeared to chase one of the skirts they had impressed. He would forget what had happened with the girl, but not what he saw when he returned with his best friend and found his sister gone. They searched high and low to no avail. Then, when they went home, he told his parents what had happened. They lashed into him, and reported the missing girl. She was found days later in a gutter, having been raped and beaten. Someone marked her with an X as a last disgrace to the beautiful girl she had been in life. Caleb wouldn't forget having seen one of the crime scene photos on the news that night, or the sobs that racked his body for nights after. She had been the light in his storm, his baby sister. Now she was nothing. Nothing but a cheap and tawdry thing that someone had hunted...

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Sage's voice broke through, as she sat on the bed by him, her arm around his shoulders. "You're thinking about Jayne aren't you?"

He nodded solemnly and leaned against her. "It was my fault, and you know it Sage. No matter how much you and my parents reassured me that I couldn't have known... I should have, three other girls went before her. I should never have left her alone." Caleb sighed and tried to push up off the bed feeling weak he collapsed back onto the bed. Sage placed her other hand on his chest and said:

"Things are the way they are, because they could never be any other way." She gave him a warm hug, and then got up. "I shall make you some breakfast. You will eat said breakfast, and then we are going to do SOMETHING to get your mind out of this rut."

He smiled inwardly. Sage. In truth, he cared for her, more than she knew. She had met him only days after the grisly discovery of his sister's body. She was only fourteen and a freshman at school, he was a junior and instead of poking fun at her with his best friend, he took her under his wing. Partially because he needed to help someone to get his mind off of it, partially because she was cute to him. They had hit it off, and from that moment forward they were barely inseparable. He even lost his friend. He just couldn't stand Sage, and Caleb told him that if he couldn't handle it, then he needed to leave. Caleb wasn't going to tell Sage to leave, of course. Sage had been privy to his feelings during this time, and each time he had a nightmare, she was the one he called. There was a night that he remembered, after she had gotten her driver's license, when she had driven to his house at two in the morning, and they cruised the dead streets until he was calm enough to sleep.

During this time, he had started developing perverse side to his nature, and he knew that his appetites wouldn't be sated with just normal sexual activities. He had found himself drawn to the fetish scene, which he expressed to Sage, and she agreed that she also had been having these feelings. They waited, until she was eighteen and he twenty-one. Then, slowly, they started feeding each other's appetites.

Truth be told, his best 'pet' had been her. She knew how to follow orders but she also knew when and where to call him on his ass. She was the right mix of submissive and dominant. Sadly, while she was perfect, after a year his eyes wandered and he lost contact with her, even though she would constantly try and contact him. He had met Angela in a bar one night and instantly they connected. She had been dressed in a corset to die for, purple and black tied up the front and back. She had small breasts but at the same time the corset pushed her breasts up to make someone think she had porn star tits. Normally, that would turn Caleb off, but with Angela, it had been enticing. He had watched her dance her way from man to man from the comfort of his seat at the bar. She approached him, and wrote her number on his hand. Part of him wanted to just wash it off and part of him wanted to pursue it, even though he had Sage. What had followed had been simultaneously one of the best, and worst, years in his life. Turned out that Angela had more issues than he could count. Not the least of which was the fact that she was a nympho. Now, he didn't mind that, he never minds that, so as long as the person is honest with him. Alas, with Angela, she would use it against him. She would hide it well, though part of him always knew, and it drove him mad. She collared him, not the other way around, and that's when things went even crazier. He had no say in what she did; she would disappear for days and weeks only to return when she needed someone who would honestly listen. She would use him, and then be gone.

The worst part was, he fell for it. Every time. He stuck with her for a year only to finally explode upon her one night in a rage over the phone. He threw the collar at her the next time he saw her and gave her everything back. He knew they weren't meant to be, and he left her alone for two to three years afterward only to have her become one of his best friends. He told this story to Elia, but left out details because originally he was still confused and mad at Angela. That lead to issues and he knew it would, he had to cut off all contact with her, which pissed Angela off to some extent, but she also knew that he was riding his wave, little did they both know that would last two years.

Fast-forward to the present, and here he was. Being taken care of by Sage and Kayta, with no Angela in sight and he didn't care. Well, at least not right now. He rolled over and flipped on his stereo, reaching for his CD's. He put on his usual dark industrial while waiting for Sage to return. He tapped his fingers along with the instrumental start of the song, for some reason he felt comforted by music, he didn't know why, maybe that was something he got from his dad? It seems the elder Brown had loved to listen to music when he couldn't work out his issues. It was either that, or do yard work. Luckily, Caleb had picked up the former of the two. He sang along, not surprised when Sage came back in swishing her lower half to the song, her low voice accompanying his own. The woman loved to dance, and Caleb always enjoyed watching her dance. He had always enjoyed it when she would dance for him. She set the breakfast down and handed him the forgotten glass of water and placed the aspirin in his hand.

"Take them now, before I shove them down your throat", she said in a caring, but firm, way.

Caleb smiled inwardly. She could always read him like a book. The only thing that came out of her mouth in response to his quick glance was, "There's the Dragon we've been missing," He had no clue what she meant though.

Kayta followed in next, taking the seat next to the bed, where a chair had been placed. He looked over, and remembered watching over Elia in this way at night when he couldn't sleep. He couldn't help himself after he had choked down the aspirin, he let out a sob and started to cry, Sage reached over the tray she had given him and touched his hand almost stroking it, then Kayta caressed his shoulder.

"It'll be okay Caleb, you'll see. I know you can't right now, but you will." Katya murmured, rubbing his shoulder.

He started to eat the eggs Sage had prepared and contemplated his two friends. Sage was now twenty, almost twenty one, if he remembered correctly. Kayta, she was his age but often times acted older because of the fact that she'd had an even tougher time than him. He had met her on one of his first visits to Erotic Nightshade. She had been floating around just people watching. Caleb had been watching Sage flirt with a beautiful woman, wondering if they would take the other woman back with them later in the night. Then, completely forgetting that he should have been watching Sage, Kayta had captured his attention. The thing was, she felt like that inescapable object. One you yearn to get to know but really only ever shows up when you need it. So, as many times as Caleb had ever been around the girl, she remained an enigma wrapped in human flesh.

That wasn't to fault Kayta, of course. She had been there when he needed her. In truth, they had come close to making love on more than a handful of occasions. It was always stalled, either because she was committed to someone else, or he was. Obviously, if there was some grand scheme to it all, Kayta still had her part to play in it, and Caleb was willing to wait.

The three sat there for over an hour, as Caleb sobbed and had his share of memories. Finally, Kayta brought up the idea of going to the club again. To which Caleb said, "I am so sick of the club scene, honestly. I've been there hundreds of times, and in the end, I've never really found someone I've connected with there. I don't know why you two are pushing me, I just don't feel up to it." That was partially true. The other matter was he was avoiding it, knowing that Elia would be back on the slaves block. He didn't want any chance of running into her again so soon, even after Sage had said that she had taken care of her. Caleb wanted to err on the cautious side.

Sage only smiled at this and shoved his shoulder playfully. "But Caleb, you haven't even seen my latest outfit!" Sage exclaimed with a mischievous grin playing on her lips, to which the wounded man had no counterpoint. In all honesty, Caleb hadn't seen any of his friends in a year. Having resigned himself to this venture, he shrugged. "I'll go, but not tonight. I feel like crap for one and, would you look at me? I haven't had anything done with my hair in I don't know how long! I tell you what, girls, I'm going to give you a chance to do what you always wanted to do, and help me pick out some new clothes. Before that though, I'm getting my hair cut and dyed!" He said knowing full well that this entire visit was a Siren song. These two knew how to get him to do anything and they would. They always did.