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                              Chapter Five: You Are Your Own Demon

Back in the Present

"Caleb, you're done." He heard Arika say. He snapped back and said, "Oh , sorry" he looked at his reflection, glad to have ridden himself of the swathe of hair he'd had.

"It looks great" he said as she sat down next to him swiveling the chair to meet his knees since he was facing to the side, the other girls were sitting to the side

"So…" she said

"So…" he said back

"Do I really have to ask how it happened, after what Demeter told me?" she asked crossing her arms across her chest, and Caleb had to admit he was surprised she was even this well informed

"No, not really. Save for I tried like a dumb ass for six more months I used to salvage it, and let my anger fester instead of getting rid of her."

He looked away, knowing he was stupid. He should have known it wouldn't get any better truth was, he was in love. Even now as he said all of this and thought it he loved her even if she hated him.

"Was it really good enough to try and save it?" Arika asked she fixed him with a stare that said she wanted a full and right answer.

"In the end, looking back on it, I knew when I caught her with Lucian that it was over. But I'm crazy about her, it hurts to try and talk about it."
He looked at girls around him. Here he was among those who trusted him with their life, and he gladly did in turn. It was hard for him really. His mind wanted to drift back.

He turned his head and looked in the mirror again at the haircut, the black with the red. He was glad he trusted Arika so much with his hair. She always did so well. In truth the person he was looking at was not him. At least, he seemed to think it wasn't. All these years struggling with himself, he saw it behind his hazel eyes, yet his those same eyes, also seemed to convey a yearning for more understanding.
Had it really been two years since he had been single? Had Ophelia been a specter of his past or he a specter of hers? These questions seemed to circle his head as the silence stretched on nobody seemed to want to bother him.

He looked away from the mirror, back at the girls, no, women he reminded himself. They seemed so strong and all he could think was that he was weak. He clenched his fist when the door open, in walked in a picture of a goddess. Her long dark brown hair flowing behind her, the legs seemed impossibly beautiful and toned. She wasn't a tight muscular body everything lied in her legs, and she worked them like no other. Her body seemed to curve slightly in places you didn't expect. Her breast were 'B' or 'C' cup. he couldn't tell through the dark shirt she wore. Even before he reached her face, and the absorbing brown eyes she had, he knew who it was. Demeter, one of the mistresses from the club. She walked effortlessly over to the chair and sat down speaking in a soft voice with a rough jersey accent.

"Wow, you two actually got him out, and got his hair cut. He certainly doesn't seem to want to talk to me" she said as she picked up a hairstyle book and started thumbing through it.

It was no surprise to Caleb that it irritated him. She knew how to do that so well because she had known him for so long, he clenched his fist and left the room so fast he didn't even see the car coming before he got hit. Kayta ran out after him with Sage behind her, Arika and Demeter stayed behind.

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The pain was numbing in his body as he slowly drifted into darkness. The thing was, he wasn't really in darkness. As he lay there he could sense everyone around him before he delved into a world of light that started to clear. He realized he was lying in the middle of the main room of Erotic Nightshade the song pumping from the speakers was "Violence Fetish" By Disturbed: Bring the violence/It's significant/To the life/If you've ever known anyone/Bring the violence/It's significant/To the life/Can you feel it?

Caleb knew the song all too well. It was what he considered to be one of his themes, he looked around instead of the dark blue carpeting that was in Erotic Nightshade as per usual this was a crushed black satin, the couch was blood red. He looked the place over it was deserted. That was obviously strange and then he saw a figure on the stage shrouded in black, the song had circled back to its first real verse the lyrics blasted "How do you sleep/When you live with your lies/Out of your mouth/Up from your mind/That kind of thinking/Starts a chain reaction/You are a time bomb ticking away" he nodded his head and watched as the figures robe fell off of its body the long brown hair was the first signal that he should of ran but he was stuck on spot, the next thing he knew he saw that tattoo and the words he said floated back to his head

"A fallen angel overlooking hell, doomed to overlook the pit that was her life, never expecting anyone to find her, is this you?"

"No one has ever gotten that…." The figure said in Ophelia's voice. It turned around and she was completely bare chest looking down at him, her brown eyes darker than normal. Caleb wanted to run, but again, he couldn't find his own feet.

"So surprised Caleb?" the figure said, it crawled off the stage like a panther stalking its prey. The song had changed from "Violence Fetish" to "Want" by Disturbed and her body seemed to respond to the beats. Gods she was still hot to him, he couldn't help looking over all her body but then in a flash the figure changed from that of Ophelia to Caleb himself. The figure moved his hands and Caleb seem to find himself again. He looked at his double, this one was wearing dark gloves, had silver hair, a pair of sunglasses that he flicked off and into a jacket pocket as he spoke it was strong and demanding.

"Knew she would get your attention" Double said "and you're wondering who the hell I am, and how the hell you got here."

Caleb nodded reluctantly, staring at his twin

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Arika was sitting in the chair, biting her nails; the other three were with her. Kayta was standing against a wall looking nervously at the clock. Sage was flicking a pocket knife open and closed, the orderlies had told her to stop or they would escort her out. Truth was no one really wanted to touch Sage. Demeter was the only one that seemed to be calmly waiting her chest was heaving and falling in deep breathes.

The doctor was out and looking at Demeter determinedly he walked right over to her and the other three seemed to float behind him. They wanted to know what was going on. He sighed

"He broke a couple of ribs, has scrapes on his hands and a few shrapnel wounds. His head had to be stitched up, that should come out in a couple of months" the doctor looked around him "I expect you all will be taking care of him?"
They all nodded he then continued, "Well he's unconscious, probably will be for a while. We have him under a lot of sedatives but you can go see him, he's not in any real danger, we are keeping him here til he wakes up though"
They nodded and filed into hall to go to his room.

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                              Chapter Five: You Are Your Own Demon

Back in the Present

"Caleb, you're done." He heard Arika say. He snapped back and said, "Oh , sorry" he looked at his reflection, glad to have ridden himself of the swathe of hair he'd had.

"It looks great" he said as she sat down next to him swiveling the chair to meet his knees since he was facing to the side, the other girls were sitting to the side

"So…" she said

"So…" he said back

"Do I really have to ask how it happened, after what Demeter told me?" she asked crossing her arms across her chest, and Caleb had to admit he was surprised she was even this well informed

"No, not really. Save for I tried like a dumb ass for six more months I used to salvage it, and let my anger fester instead of getting rid of her."

He looked away, knowing he was stupid. He should have known it wouldn't get any better truth was, he was in love. Even now as he said all of this and thought it he loved her even if she hated him.

"Was it really good enough to try and save it?" Arika asked she fixed him with a stare that said she wanted a full and right answer.

"In the end, looking back on it, I knew when I caught her with Lucian that it was over. But I'm crazy about her, it hurts to try and talk about it."
He looked at girls around him. Here he was among those who trusted him with their life, and he gladly did in turn. It was hard for him really. His mind wanted to drift back.

He turned his head and looked in the mirror again at the haircut, the black with the red. He was glad he trusted Arika so much with his hair. She always did so well. In truth the person he was looking at was not him. At least, he seemed to think it wasn't. All these years struggling with himself, he saw it behind his hazel eyes, yet his those same eyes, also seemed to convey a yearning for more understanding.
Had it really been two years since he had been single? Had Ophelia been a specter of his past or he a specter of hers? These questions seemed to circle his head as the silence stretched on nobody seemed to want to bother him.

He looked away from the mirror, back at the girls, no, women he reminded himself. They seemed so strong and all he could think was that he was weak. He clenched his fist when the door open, in walked in a picture of a goddess. Her long dark brown hair flowing behind her, the legs seemed impossibly beautiful and toned. She wasn't a tight muscular body everything lied in her legs, and she worked them like no other. Her body seemed to curve slightly in places you didn't expect. Her breast were 'B' or 'C' cup. he couldn't tell through the dark shirt she wore. Even before he reached her face, and the absorbing brown eyes she had, he knew who it was. Demeter, one of the mistresses from the club. She walked effortlessly over to the chair and sat down speaking in a soft voice with a rough jersey accent.

"Wow, you two actually got him out, and got his hair cut. He certainly doesn't seem to want to talk to me" she said as she picked up a hairstyle book and started thumbing through it.

It was no surprise to Caleb that it irritated him. She knew how to do that so well because she had known him for so long, he clenched his fist and left the room so fast he didn't even see the car coming before he got hit. Kayta ran out after him with Sage behind her, Arika and Demeter stayed behind.

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The pain was numbing in his body as he slowly drifted into darkness. The thing was, he wasn't really in darkness. As he lay there he could sense everyone around him before he delved into a world of light that started to clear. He realized he was lying in the middle of the main room of Erotic Nightshade the song pumping from the speakers was "Violence Fetish" By Disturbed: Bring the violence/It's significant/To the life/If you've ever known anyone/Bring the violence/It's significant/To the life/Can you feel it?

Caleb knew the song all too well. It was what he considered to be one of his themes, he looked around instead of the dark blue carpeting that was in Erotic Nightshade as per usual this was a crushed black satin, the couch was blood red. He looked the place over it was deserted. That was obviously strange and then he saw a figure on the stage shrouded in black, the song had circled back to its first real verse the lyrics blasted "How do you sleep/When you live with your lies/Out of your mouth/Up from your mind/That kind of thinking/Starts a chain reaction/You are a time bomb ticking away" he nodded his head and watched as the figures robe fell off of its body the long brown hair was the first signal that he should of ran but he was stuck on spot, the next thing he knew he saw that tattoo and the words he said floated back to his head

"A fallen angel overlooking hell, doomed to overlook the pit that was her life, never expecting anyone to find her, is this you?"

"No one has ever gotten that…." The figure said in Ophelia's voice. It turned around and she was completely bare chest looking down at him, her brown eyes darker than normal. Caleb wanted to run, but again, he couldn't find his own feet.

"So surprised Caleb?" the figure said, it crawled off the stage like a panther stalking its prey. The song had changed from "Violence Fetish" to "Want" by Disturbed and her body seemed to respond to the beats. Gods she was still hot to him, he couldn't help looking over all her body but then in a flash the figure changed from that of Ophelia to Caleb himself. The figure moved his hands and Caleb seem to find himself again. He looked at his double, this one was wearing dark gloves, had silver hair, a pair of sunglasses that he flicked off and into a jacket pocket as he spoke it was strong and demanding.

"Knew she would get your attention" Double said "and you're wondering who the hell I am, and how the hell you got here."

Caleb nodded reluctantly, staring at his twin

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Arika was sitting in the chair, biting her nails; the other three were with her. Kayta was standing against a wall looking nervously at the clock. Sage was flicking a pocket knife open and closed, the orderlies had told her to stop or they would escort her out. Truth was no one really wanted to touch Sage. Demeter was the only one that seemed to be calmly waiting her chest was heaving and falling in deep breathes.

The doctor was out and looking at Demeter determinedly he walked right over to her and the other three seemed to float behind him. They wanted to know what was going on. He sighed

"He broke a couple of ribs, has scrapes on his hands and a few shrapnel wounds. His head had to be stitched up, that should come out in a couple of months" the doctor looked around him "I expect you all will be taking care of him?"
They all nodded he then continued, "Well he's unconscious, probably will be for a while. We have him under a lot of sedatives but you can go see him, he's not in any real danger, we are keeping him here til he wakes up though"
They nodded and filed into hall to go to his room.