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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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1,758
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2
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Chapter Three
Chapter Three
“I guess it all beings with Julian. I met him at a friend’s party. It was the summer before going to college, 1980. He was…alluring. Dark eyes, sultry, and mysterious. He was older then me, but I didn’t care. He was amazing, besides being a great lover. He had knowledge beyond his years and he was willing and wanting to share his life with mine. He moved to college with me. Those four years at Berkley were some of the best years in my life.” Casey smiled at the memories. “We were happy, I was studying music and had stars in my eyes. I had no limit. There was so much I could do, endless possibilities. And Julian was right there beside me, backing me up. He had connections, how I never knew. He knew I had talent, could act enough to be a hit, and was taboo enough to cause a stir that would get me attention.
“As soon as I was out of college I went looking for bands. I put out ads in papers, did dozens of auditions, anything I could get my hands on. I was lucky I wasn’t making a living by myself. I had Julian to fall back on. He always had money. He was high class. Well, more then me. Lots higher. He liked to show me off and I loved the attention. He didn’t seem to mind the extra attention I got. I flirted with the best of them. But I never dabbled.
“Finally, after a few years of building up talent and music and a following, I had the perfect band. And then the day came when we were signed. All bets were off then. It was the day I had dreamed off. I was going to be famous. And then the whirlwind started. Being famous is a lot of work and isn’t paradise. But I loved every moment of it. We sold out entire stadiums, had fans screaming for us, tearing our clothes. And the backstage parties were wild. I’ll let your imagination fill in the rest of that.” Casey grinned and drank more of his coffee.
“Sounds perfect.” Clive said.
“Too perfect. The bottom had to drop out sooner or later.” Casey reassured him. “Still, 10 years was a good run.”
“1980? I haven’t had math since college myself, but that doesn’t add up. You said you were 28.” Clive said, eyebrow raised.
“I’ll get to that…somehow.”
“What happened?” Trenton was entranced.
“Ah, yes. What happened indeed. Let’s see…we’re at my 28th birthday in New York, 1990. Also our 10th anniversary. It was a show to end all shows. Everyone who was anyone was there. The Press was having a field day with all the glitz and glam. There were lights and music and so much food! A live band playing great music and I thought we were going to dance all night.”
His voiced changed after that, more solemn, even distant. He stared off into the distance, as if he was watching the events play out again. “I never saw it coming. How could I? It hadn’t bothered him before. But the Green Eyed Monster is fickle and springs at the most inopportune moments. I don’t even know what set him off. One minute I was flirting with these two cute German models…and then next he was shoving me into the elevator. He was so mad. I’d never seen him like that before. Just…never. I couldn’t get a word in, he was just beyond understanding or reasoning. Before I knew it he was hitting me. And I found out that fighting back just made it worse.”
He let out a shaky sigh, eyes getting teary. “He was so STRONG. And his eyes were so furious. He wasn’t human then. And I realized he never was. Not really. He had me on the bed soon, tearing at me. I think he hit me pretty hard, saved me from the shock of what happened next, I suppose. And then he…bit me. On the neck. I mean, he really bit me.” He spoke reallyt, ht, his body physically trembling. “And at first I didn’t realize what he was doing, you know? I didn’t feel any blood dripping down me neck and then it hit me. He was DRIKNING it. Shit. I shouldn’t be saying this when you guys are trying to eat.”
Clive had stopped eating as soon as Casey mentioned being hit.
Trenton was listening very intently, but still eating heartily. Clive passes his food to Trenton.
“No, it’s quite alright, Casey. Talking is a verod wod way of moving past it.”
“But I didn’t mean for you to loose your appetite!”
“That can wait. Please, if you can, continue. And know, if I look upset, it’s not at you. It’s at that asshole who hurt you.”
“Um, ok. Now, I guess, different dimensions being as they are…mine is a lot more…supernatural then most. I’m assuming. Superman is one thing, but I’ve got magicks, witches, werewolves…and vampires.” He paused to look at them. Would they freak out?
Trenton paused in eating, “Really?”
“That would explain a few things…” Clive prompted.
“So…you’re cool with it? I’m not some zombie brought back from the grave. I never had a grave or anything like that. I’m just…not human anymore. I can’t turn into a bat, and sunlight doesn’t do much but make me tired. And crosses and holly water—stupid ideas, really. I don’t have to sleep in a coffin. The plus side is that I heal faster, am stronger, faster, yada yada yada. But I’m young, age wise. I’m on the small end of the food chain, so to speak.”
“Do you have fangs?” Trenton blurted out.
“Trenton!”
“Hey! It’s ok! Don’t be so snappy at him!” Casey said, a tint of anger in his voice.
“No, it’s cool, Casey. That was rude of me. Clive was just reigning me in.”
Casey calmed down and nodded. “Yes. And I have to drink blood. I don’t make my own. But I change the blood that I do drink. Really odd. But it’s not like I can just waltz into a genetics lab and ask if they can run tests on me. God only knows what they’d do to me.”
“So, that’s part of the back story. I take it you didn’t want to be a vampire?”
“No. But I didn’t want to die either. So, when he gave me his blood, I took it. I took it and I ran. I went through a horrible, painful transformation, and as soon as that passed I was out of there. I don’t remember where Julian went afterwards, but I wasn’t going to stick around to find out. I caught the first plane out of the country. And he’s been on my case ever since. I manage to escape for a little while. I build up a life and he comes in and destroys it all. He’s obsessed with me. So possessive. He goes on and on about how he made me and he owns me. It’s bullocks. I know it. But…he’s not himself anymore. I just made him snap.”
“Now that is, for lack of a better word, bullocks, as you put it.” Clive said. He was keeping his emotions in close for Casey’s sake. He really want to break something. But that would scared Casey more. And Clive wasn’t about to further traumatize him. He settled on thinking about kicking the shit out of Julian in his head. “You did no such thing. You are not responsible for Julian’s mental state or his actions of any kind. Do you understand me?” Clive said firmly. He couldn’t fathom why Casey would conceive such a notion if he understood and knew that Julian had no claims on him.
“How else would you like to explain it?” Casey said, a bit snippy.
“He went crazy.”
“Something had to cause him to go crazy.”
“It wasn’t you.”
“You don’t know what. You don’t know me. You don’t know HIM.”
Tension was growing in the air. Trenton looked between the two men; he was starting to get worried. “Uh, Clive?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes, precious?” He sounded agitated and tense.
“Um, maybe you need to…relax?” He put a hand on Clive’s arm, trying to calm him down.
“Look,” Casey started, “I appreciate all that you have done for me. I do. But you can’t just waltz in and try to tell me what to think or feel. I have strange affects on people.” He shrugged. “I deal.”
Clive thought about his words very carefully before he spoke next. “No, I don’t know you our sur situation. But I cannot believe that you, or anyone else for that matter, can make a man go mad like that. We do not have to go into this further. There are other matters that need to be attended.”
Casey nodded, a truce was as good as it was going to get. “Yeah, such as what am I going to do here? How am I going to live? therthere any possible way to get at my bank accounts or my stuff…?”
“There are a few, limited possibilities. If you gave me the right information I could e—mail a friend of mine. She too is from a different dimension.”
“How do we know if she’s from the right one?”
“We don’t, but isn’t it worth to find out?”
“Alright, say she is. E—mail is one thing, I doubt there is way GO there, is there?”
“Only if we ask the right people.”
“Who?”
Clive smiled, “Superman.”
“I guess it all beings with Julian. I met him at a friend’s party. It was the summer before going to college, 1980. He was…alluring. Dark eyes, sultry, and mysterious. He was older then me, but I didn’t care. He was amazing, besides being a great lover. He had knowledge beyond his years and he was willing and wanting to share his life with mine. He moved to college with me. Those four years at Berkley were some of the best years in my life.” Casey smiled at the memories. “We were happy, I was studying music and had stars in my eyes. I had no limit. There was so much I could do, endless possibilities. And Julian was right there beside me, backing me up. He had connections, how I never knew. He knew I had talent, could act enough to be a hit, and was taboo enough to cause a stir that would get me attention.
“As soon as I was out of college I went looking for bands. I put out ads in papers, did dozens of auditions, anything I could get my hands on. I was lucky I wasn’t making a living by myself. I had Julian to fall back on. He always had money. He was high class. Well, more then me. Lots higher. He liked to show me off and I loved the attention. He didn’t seem to mind the extra attention I got. I flirted with the best of them. But I never dabbled.
“Finally, after a few years of building up talent and music and a following, I had the perfect band. And then the day came when we were signed. All bets were off then. It was the day I had dreamed off. I was going to be famous. And then the whirlwind started. Being famous is a lot of work and isn’t paradise. But I loved every moment of it. We sold out entire stadiums, had fans screaming for us, tearing our clothes. And the backstage parties were wild. I’ll let your imagination fill in the rest of that.” Casey grinned and drank more of his coffee.
“Sounds perfect.” Clive said.
“Too perfect. The bottom had to drop out sooner or later.” Casey reassured him. “Still, 10 years was a good run.”
“1980? I haven’t had math since college myself, but that doesn’t add up. You said you were 28.” Clive said, eyebrow raised.
“I’ll get to that…somehow.”
“What happened?” Trenton was entranced.
“Ah, yes. What happened indeed. Let’s see…we’re at my 28th birthday in New York, 1990. Also our 10th anniversary. It was a show to end all shows. Everyone who was anyone was there. The Press was having a field day with all the glitz and glam. There were lights and music and so much food! A live band playing great music and I thought we were going to dance all night.”
His voiced changed after that, more solemn, even distant. He stared off into the distance, as if he was watching the events play out again. “I never saw it coming. How could I? It hadn’t bothered him before. But the Green Eyed Monster is fickle and springs at the most inopportune moments. I don’t even know what set him off. One minute I was flirting with these two cute German models…and then next he was shoving me into the elevator. He was so mad. I’d never seen him like that before. Just…never. I couldn’t get a word in, he was just beyond understanding or reasoning. Before I knew it he was hitting me. And I found out that fighting back just made it worse.”
He let out a shaky sigh, eyes getting teary. “He was so STRONG. And his eyes were so furious. He wasn’t human then. And I realized he never was. Not really. He had me on the bed soon, tearing at me. I think he hit me pretty hard, saved me from the shock of what happened next, I suppose. And then he…bit me. On the neck. I mean, he really bit me.” He spoke reallyt, ht, his body physically trembling. “And at first I didn’t realize what he was doing, you know? I didn’t feel any blood dripping down me neck and then it hit me. He was DRIKNING it. Shit. I shouldn’t be saying this when you guys are trying to eat.”
Clive had stopped eating as soon as Casey mentioned being hit.
Trenton was listening very intently, but still eating heartily. Clive passes his food to Trenton.
“No, it’s quite alright, Casey. Talking is a verod wod way of moving past it.”
“But I didn’t mean for you to loose your appetite!”
“That can wait. Please, if you can, continue. And know, if I look upset, it’s not at you. It’s at that asshole who hurt you.”
“Um, ok. Now, I guess, different dimensions being as they are…mine is a lot more…supernatural then most. I’m assuming. Superman is one thing, but I’ve got magicks, witches, werewolves…and vampires.” He paused to look at them. Would they freak out?
Trenton paused in eating, “Really?”
“That would explain a few things…” Clive prompted.
“So…you’re cool with it? I’m not some zombie brought back from the grave. I never had a grave or anything like that. I’m just…not human anymore. I can’t turn into a bat, and sunlight doesn’t do much but make me tired. And crosses and holly water—stupid ideas, really. I don’t have to sleep in a coffin. The plus side is that I heal faster, am stronger, faster, yada yada yada. But I’m young, age wise. I’m on the small end of the food chain, so to speak.”
“Do you have fangs?” Trenton blurted out.
“Trenton!”
“Hey! It’s ok! Don’t be so snappy at him!” Casey said, a tint of anger in his voice.
“No, it’s cool, Casey. That was rude of me. Clive was just reigning me in.”
Casey calmed down and nodded. “Yes. And I have to drink blood. I don’t make my own. But I change the blood that I do drink. Really odd. But it’s not like I can just waltz into a genetics lab and ask if they can run tests on me. God only knows what they’d do to me.”
“So, that’s part of the back story. I take it you didn’t want to be a vampire?”
“No. But I didn’t want to die either. So, when he gave me his blood, I took it. I took it and I ran. I went through a horrible, painful transformation, and as soon as that passed I was out of there. I don’t remember where Julian went afterwards, but I wasn’t going to stick around to find out. I caught the first plane out of the country. And he’s been on my case ever since. I manage to escape for a little while. I build up a life and he comes in and destroys it all. He’s obsessed with me. So possessive. He goes on and on about how he made me and he owns me. It’s bullocks. I know it. But…he’s not himself anymore. I just made him snap.”
“Now that is, for lack of a better word, bullocks, as you put it.” Clive said. He was keeping his emotions in close for Casey’s sake. He really want to break something. But that would scared Casey more. And Clive wasn’t about to further traumatize him. He settled on thinking about kicking the shit out of Julian in his head. “You did no such thing. You are not responsible for Julian’s mental state or his actions of any kind. Do you understand me?” Clive said firmly. He couldn’t fathom why Casey would conceive such a notion if he understood and knew that Julian had no claims on him.
“How else would you like to explain it?” Casey said, a bit snippy.
“He went crazy.”
“Something had to cause him to go crazy.”
“It wasn’t you.”
“You don’t know what. You don’t know me. You don’t know HIM.”
Tension was growing in the air. Trenton looked between the two men; he was starting to get worried. “Uh, Clive?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes, precious?” He sounded agitated and tense.
“Um, maybe you need to…relax?” He put a hand on Clive’s arm, trying to calm him down.
“Look,” Casey started, “I appreciate all that you have done for me. I do. But you can’t just waltz in and try to tell me what to think or feel. I have strange affects on people.” He shrugged. “I deal.”
Clive thought about his words very carefully before he spoke next. “No, I don’t know you our sur situation. But I cannot believe that you, or anyone else for that matter, can make a man go mad like that. We do not have to go into this further. There are other matters that need to be attended.”
Casey nodded, a truce was as good as it was going to get. “Yeah, such as what am I going to do here? How am I going to live? therthere any possible way to get at my bank accounts or my stuff…?”
“There are a few, limited possibilities. If you gave me the right information I could e—mail a friend of mine. She too is from a different dimension.”
“How do we know if she’s from the right one?”
“We don’t, but isn’t it worth to find out?”
“Alright, say she is. E—mail is one thing, I doubt there is way GO there, is there?”
“Only if we ask the right people.”
“Who?”
Clive smiled, “Superman.”