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                                         Part One Poison

                                                Chapter One The Aftermath

He sat there, unshaven, unclean, for what seemed like the fifth sleepless night with the song "Snuff" by Slipknot repeating for the zillionth time. He stumbled forward singing along: "So save your breath I will not care/I think I made it very clear/You couldn't hate enough to love/Is that supposed to be enough/I only wish you weren't my friend/That I could hurt you in the end/I never claimed to be a Saint…". He realized he should get up. But, what did he care? She had left him, broken, bruised, and alone. His phone was vibrating again, "Damn it they won't learn." he spat he staggered toward the fridge to look for a drink to numb himself again, he stumbled upon a picture of his friends. Old playmates, and not in the conventional sense of the word he ran his fingers over their faces in the cracked photo, he was in the center of the photograph young, or so it seemed, his hair was an unruly mess, he had not shaved in that photo and it showed but his friends while not liking it knew enough to not ask him to shave when he did something, he chose when to stop. He knew them by name as well as body, well three of them Sage, whom he had known for seven years, if he could remember correctly she introduced him to the Pet Shop, where he had met the wretched girl. The one that he wanted to curse, hurt, yet ravage at the same time, she wasn't in this picture and for that he was glad. He ran his fingers over Kayta next a white girl pale white, wearing a brocade corset, with C or D Cup breasts, and next to her Angela a black goddess whom he had met when they were too young, he heard the phone vibrate again he finally turned around and picked it up seeing the name "Sage" on the caller id he growled wanting to throw it against the ground, after the call finished he looked at the phone and saw he had twenty voice mails, funny how they remember me now, he thought in his anger, yet when I need them, they weren't here but he knew in his mind that wasn't true it was just the blind rage that he was feeling.

It had been two years since Caleb had met what he thought was the girl of his dreams in a backroom human pet shop, two blissful and hell-bent years, he loved and hated the girl now because as he surveyed the room his eyes fell on the ornate leather collar he had made for her as their second year anniversary gift, it was the third level, no one had reached that with him. She did, and then it all fell apart, as was usual for his relationships. He knew it was partly his fault that last year of the relationship had been hell on them both, he couldn't blame her, and then again, he never blamed anyone. That was one of his problems, he always blamed himself for everything that went bad and never accepted the truth around him that he could have seen his kitten was straying from a mile away, but hindsight is twenty-twenty as they always say.

He turned back to the old photograph; it had been at a fetish ball, he could tell because he was in all leather, which rarely happened when he was just lying around the house or going to his day job, he looked at the four girls around him, oh how he wanted to talk to them. Truth is, he knew he could but damn it, he was punishing himself, they had told him weeks after he bought Ophelia home from the Pet Shop that she would hurt him in the end, but he was so blinded by her beauty, and the fact that he thought he had found the perfect girl, that he just didn't want to see it, it had been two years of being topped from the bottom, oh sure she knew how to be submissive but she also knew how to manipulate, to get things her way "I guess that she did get from her mom" he mumbled under his breath and then he heard a knock at the door he looked at it and heard a knock again "Go away," he said then he heard what he knew he would a key turning in the lock, the door opened to reveal a raven haired tank, or that's how he liked to describe her, Sage, he knew she would've been there sooner or later it looks like she had just pocketed her cell phone when she decided to knock, funny, usually she didn't even knock. Caleb looked at her and nodded then he sat back down without getting the drink he had planned on getting "So", he looked at the ground as he spoke, "go ahead, let me have it."

Sage looked at him, "Have what?" she asked, "have your ass handed to you because you were leading with your cock and not your heart?" she laughed and pulled up the only other chair in the room they were standing in "Caleb, I know you, we've been friends since you were seventeen and I was fourteen, don't you remember that?"

The saddened man nodded, "But, still I deserve it and you know it" he heaved a sigh and tried to get up and then he realized that he had, had too much to drink he got the first syllable out of whoa when he felt Sage holding him up and sit him back down she was about his height with black hair, her eyes the lightest blue, and yet always seemed to darken when she was mad, they weren't dark now which means she wasn't mad but he knew she could get it she sat him down. He brushed off his pants and coughed as she continued.

"Caleb, you always do this, you know you do", she smiled. "Look at our relationship you had me collared for what a year and ran off to be collared by a girl your age…uh what was her name again, I haven't talked to her in a while," she looked at him. "Oh yeah, Angela right?" he nodded. "Well all I know is you left I didn't see you for about a year and a half, then you came back sad and brokenhearted because you had to break her collar for the simple fact that she was a slut, those were your words at the time, as I remember she still hangs around us," she looked over to the photo that he had been looking at, "and as I also remember it she still hangs around you now, not so much a slut as you were just thinking with your cock and not your heart, weren't you?" he nodded again

"Yes, yes I know, I do this constantly", he sighed. "I over look the good girls for ones that can just give it to me easy, I did it with you, I did it with a lot of girls when I was in high school, then again I didn't even realize any girls were hot for me then, because I mean…" he reached over and pulled at a desk drawer pulled out a picture of him in high school, pockmarked with acne, fairly big, and not exactly the cleanest of guys, in the three years since he had left school (he was now 24), he had changed a lot, hell since the two years he had changed a lot, even though he was unshaven and his hair was unkempt would go down to his shoulder on a normal day; he knew deep down that even he hated himself at that point. He handed the picture to Sage "Would you have dated me?"

Before he knew it, she had slapped him, hard, "I did date you, thank you very much, you forget that or something?" He cringed and his cheek stung, and he wanted to cry but he dared not, because it would make him seem weaker than he wanted to be, and this was Sage he was talking to, someone he respected with all his heart.

"No." He got out. "That I could never forget. You were one of the first that let me be myself and let me explore but I also treated you like crap," he looked down at his hands. "I mean, again like you, said I left you for Angela, and look how that turned out." He got up and stumbled over to the fridge to actually get the drink he meant to earlier, she stopped him and pointed him back to the chair he had been sitting in and she poured him a glass of water.

"Look Caleb, I won't admit you haven't been stupid. But, all men are, they always are because they don't see what they have in front of them", she sat the glass of water in front of him and started to rummage through the drawers and cabinets of the kitchen , she miraculously pulled out a pack of hamburger meat, some store-bought tomato sauce and some noodles she got the pots to cook. He had completely forgotten about food and was famished. As he watched her, he realized what he had missed about Sage, it was that no matter what, she was there for you when you needed her. She may disappear but she was always right there to take care of a friend who was stupid with women, or one that had tried to commit suicide....  If he remembered correctly, that was how they met. He let his mind wander back but as he was he heard someone come through the open door.  Caleb and Sage both had forgotten to close it and he wasn't surprised when he looked up to find Kayta ambling through the door she smiled and said:

"Hey, Sage", she ambled over to him and hugged him saying "Hi," to him next, as per her usual trait, "I see you beat me to, the poor Dragon's side tonight"

"Yeah, well you know if you'd get something faster and with fewer wheels you'd probably get here with me." Sage said remarking on the obvious fact that she drove a motorcycle instead of the 2000 Mustang GT that Kayta drove, then again Caleb remembered that Kayta had said something about "I would rather have four wheels and horse power than two wheels and less safety" then again he never really saw what she meant, he enjoyed either.

Kayta looked at Caleb, "you know, you really need a shower" he nodded but didn't move at her instruction. He was still well inside himself and though two of his best girlfriends were in the room he still felt alone, hollow kind of, and ashamed.

"Sage" Kayta asked "are you planning on taking Caleb here to the fetish ball being held in the Erotic Nighshade later this week?"

Caleb grumbled "Don't want to go back there, might run into her..."
Sage laughed, saying "Actually no you won't, Caleb, I ran her off."
Being disgruntled as he was this warmed him and yet made him angry at the same time, and having had a few drinks he couldn't hold back and Sage saw it coming from a mile away and said "Go ahead, you get it out then I'll explain. I know you're going to fly off sometime; might as well be now."

"Why the fuck did you do that Sage?!" Caleb got out of the chair unevenly. It felt like the world was spinning because of the amount of drink in him and continued while clenching and unclenching his fists. He had had this happen many times before and knew that they meant well but, him being the drunkard didn't help matters.

"You didn't see fit to interfere when I choose her, after I showed you her, and you inspecting her for yourself!" He was fuming his breath was coming out unevenly and he could feel himself losing control of his anger, "None of you did, yet now, NOW, that I'm broken you've decided 'oh it's time to help Caleb, he's a helpless little baby….'--" His sentence trailed off there as he felt his stomach give a heave and he ran past the kitchen into the living room and then down a hall, which surprised him because he knew he was drunker than a skunk. The bathroom door flung open and his stomach evacuated everything that was in him, he then passed out with a thud on the floor, which even to his unconscious mind was a blessing in disguise.

Description
                                         Part One Poison

                                                Chapter One The Aftermath

He sat there, unshaven, unclean, for what seemed like the fifth sleepless night with the song "Snuff" by Slipknot repeating for the zillionth time. He stumbled forward singing along: "So save your breath I will not care/I think I made it very clear/You couldn't hate enough to love/Is that supposed to be enough/I only wish you weren't my friend/That I could hurt you in the end/I never claimed to be a Saint…". He realized he should get up. But, what did he care? She had left him, broken, bruised, and alone. His phone was vibrating again, "Damn it they won't learn." he spat he staggered toward the fridge to look for a drink to numb himself again, he stumbled upon a picture of his friends. Old playmates, and not in the conventional sense of the word he ran his fingers over their faces in the cracked photo, he was in the center of the photograph young, or so it seemed, his hair was an unruly mess, he had not shaved in that photo and it showed but his friends while not liking it knew enough to not ask him to shave when he did something, he chose when to stop. He knew them by name as well as body, well three of them Sage, whom he had known for seven years, if he could remember correctly she introduced him to the Pet Shop, where he had met the wretched girl. The one that he wanted to curse, hurt, yet ravage at the same time, she wasn't in this picture and for that he was glad. He ran his fingers over Kayta next a white girl pale white, wearing a brocade corset, with C or D Cup breasts, and next to her Angela a black goddess whom he had met when they were too young, he heard the phone vibrate again he finally turned around and picked it up seeing the name "Sage" on the caller id he growled wanting to throw it against the ground, after the call finished he looked at the phone and saw he had twenty voice mails, funny how they remember me now, he thought in his anger, yet when I need them, they weren't here but he knew in his mind that wasn't true it was just the blind rage that he was feeling.

It had been two years since Caleb had met what he thought was the girl of his dreams in a backroom human pet shop, two blissful and hell-bent years, he loved and hated the girl now because as he surveyed the room his eyes fell on the ornate leather collar he had made for her as their second year anniversary gift, it was the third level, no one had reached that with him. She did, and then it all fell apart, as was usual for his relationships. He knew it was partly his fault that last year of the relationship had been hell on them both, he couldn't blame her, and then again, he never blamed anyone. That was one of his problems, he always blamed himself for everything that went bad and never accepted the truth around him that he could have seen his kitten was straying from a mile away, but hindsight is twenty-twenty as they always say.

He turned back to the old photograph; it had been at a fetish ball, he could tell because he was in all leather, which rarely happened when he was just lying around the house or going to his day job, he looked at the four girls around him, oh how he wanted to talk to them. Truth is, he knew he could but damn it, he was punishing himself, they had told him weeks after he bought Ophelia home from the Pet Shop that she would hurt him in the end, but he was so blinded by her beauty, and the fact that he thought he had found the perfect girl, that he just didn't want to see it, it had been two years of being topped from the bottom, oh sure she knew how to be submissive but she also knew how to manipulate, to get things her way "I guess that she did get from her mom" he mumbled under his breath and then he heard a knock at the door he looked at it and heard a knock again "Go away," he said then he heard what he knew he would a key turning in the lock, the door opened to reveal a raven haired tank, or that's how he liked to describe her, Sage, he knew she would've been there sooner or later it looks like she had just pocketed her cell phone when she decided to knock, funny, usually she didn't even knock. Caleb looked at her and nodded then he sat back down without getting the drink he had planned on getting "So", he looked at the ground as he spoke, "go ahead, let me have it."

Sage looked at him, "Have what?" she asked, "have your ass handed to you because you were leading with your cock and not your heart?" she laughed and pulled up the only other chair in the room they were standing in "Caleb, I know you, we've been friends since you were seventeen and I was fourteen, don't you remember that?"

The saddened man nodded, "But, still I deserve it and you know it" he heaved a sigh and tried to get up and then he realized that he had, had too much to drink he got the first syllable out of whoa when he felt Sage holding him up and sit him back down she was about his height with black hair, her eyes the lightest blue, and yet always seemed to darken when she was mad, they weren't dark now which means she wasn't mad but he knew she could get it she sat him down. He brushed off his pants and coughed as she continued.

"Caleb, you always do this, you know you do", she smiled. "Look at our relationship you had me collared for what a year and ran off to be collared by a girl your age…uh what was her name again, I haven't talked to her in a while," she looked at him. "Oh yeah, Angela right?" he nodded. "Well all I know is you left I didn't see you for about a year and a half, then you came back sad and brokenhearted because you had to break her collar for the simple fact that she was a slut, those were your words at the time, as I remember she still hangs around us," she looked over to the photo that he had been looking at, "and as I also remember it she still hangs around you now, not so much a slut as you were just thinking with your cock and not your heart, weren't you?" he nodded again

"Yes, yes I know, I do this constantly", he sighed. "I over look the good girls for ones that can just give it to me easy, I did it with you, I did it with a lot of girls when I was in high school, then again I didn't even realize any girls were hot for me then, because I mean…" he reached over and pulled at a desk drawer pulled out a picture of him in high school, pockmarked with acne, fairly big, and not exactly the cleanest of guys, in the three years since he had left school (he was now 24), he had changed a lot, hell since the two years he had changed a lot, even though he was unshaven and his hair was unkempt would go down to his shoulder on a normal day; he knew deep down that even he hated himself at that point. He handed the picture to Sage "Would you have dated me?"

Before he knew it, she had slapped him, hard, "I did date you, thank you very much, you forget that or something?" He cringed and his cheek stung, and he wanted to cry but he dared not, because it would make him seem weaker than he wanted to be, and this was Sage he was talking to, someone he respected with all his heart.

"No." He got out. "That I could never forget. You were one of the first that let me be myself and let me explore but I also treated you like crap," he looked down at his hands. "I mean, again like you, said I left you for Angela, and look how that turned out." He got up and stumbled over to the fridge to actually get the drink he meant to earlier, she stopped him and pointed him back to the chair he had been sitting in and she poured him a glass of water.

"Look Caleb, I won't admit you haven't been stupid. But, all men are, they always are because they don't see what they have in front of them", she sat the glass of water in front of him and started to rummage through the drawers and cabinets of the kitchen , she miraculously pulled out a pack of hamburger meat, some store-bought tomato sauce and some noodles she got the pots to cook. He had completely forgotten about food and was famished. As he watched her, he realized what he had missed about Sage, it was that no matter what, she was there for you when you needed her. She may disappear but she was always right there to take care of a friend who was stupid with women, or one that had tried to commit suicide....  If he remembered correctly, that was how they met. He let his mind wander back but as he was he heard someone come through the open door.  Caleb and Sage both had forgotten to close it and he wasn't surprised when he looked up to find Kayta ambling through the door she smiled and said:

"Hey, Sage", she ambled over to him and hugged him saying "Hi," to him next, as per her usual trait, "I see you beat me to, the poor Dragon's side tonight"

"Yeah, well you know if you'd get something faster and with fewer wheels you'd probably get here with me." Sage said remarking on the obvious fact that she drove a motorcycle instead of the 2000 Mustang GT that Kayta drove, then again Caleb remembered that Kayta had said something about "I would rather have four wheels and horse power than two wheels and less safety" then again he never really saw what she meant, he enjoyed either.

Kayta looked at Caleb, "you know, you really need a shower" he nodded but didn't move at her instruction. He was still well inside himself and though two of his best girlfriends were in the room he still felt alone, hollow kind of, and ashamed.

"Sage" Kayta asked "are you planning on taking Caleb here to the fetish ball being held in the Erotic Nighshade later this week?"

Caleb grumbled "Don't want to go back there, might run into her..."
Sage laughed, saying "Actually no you won't, Caleb, I ran her off."
Being disgruntled as he was this warmed him and yet made him angry at the same time, and having had a few drinks he couldn't hold back and Sage saw it coming from a mile away and said "Go ahead, you get it out then I'll explain. I know you're going to fly off sometime; might as well be now."

"Why the fuck did you do that Sage?!" Caleb got out of the chair unevenly. It felt like the world was spinning because of the amount of drink in him and continued while clenching and unclenching his fists. He had had this happen many times before and knew that they meant well but, him being the drunkard didn't help matters.

"You didn't see fit to interfere when I choose her, after I showed you her, and you inspecting her for yourself!" He was fuming his breath was coming out unevenly and he could feel himself losing control of his anger, "None of you did, yet now, NOW, that I'm broken you've decided 'oh it's time to help Caleb, he's a helpless little baby….'--" His sentence trailed off there as he felt his stomach give a heave and he ran past the kitchen into the living room and then down a hall, which surprised him because he knew he was drunker than a skunk. The bathroom door flung open and his stomach evacuated everything that was in him, he then passed out with a thud on the floor, which even to his unconscious mind was a blessing in disguise.