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                                                  Chapter Twenty: Power Abused

It was several days later, when the haunting memories started twisting his mind again.  No drinks, no way out; he couldn't even confide in Ophelia which he knew he should've when he first found it; but he felt weak for having these memories, these doubts.  He shouldn't be doing this; he is strong he is her master. Yet his mind turned dark and he turned her away at each turn for help.
He reasoned that she wouldn't understand she hadn't lost what he lost; stupidly ignoreing the conversation they had not too long ago.  Each day he grew darker and she grew distant; it seems the good times they had were gone replaced by mistrust.

He wasn't even talking to Demeter, hadn't seen Sage in months and really he didn't want to; he knew he probably should, that they would probably help but he wanted to work his demons out on his own! He sat in his meditation room the air was full of the scent of dragon's blood, as he drifted from this plain to the next he caught glimpses of a specter clothed in white giggling; he chased after it with all his might only to be rebuked by an unknown face.

"What are you doing? I need to catch her and apologize!" he screamed at the astral specter whom had silvery hair

"Not time" he said in triplicate

"Of course it is! God damn it let me through."

Caleb tried to push the specter out of his way, was only met with a minor shove yet ended up in a room he found oddly familiar; the room of pictures from that long forgotten dream.

"Not this again"

"Of course this, always this until you learn" came the specters voice

"Learn what?"

"Learn what fills the last portrait"

"You interrupted me catching up to my sister for this?" he screams and it echoes back at him

"That time is not yet, you have to learn to crawl before you can walk young one"
His spectral head rolled back in frustration, he had to take this from someone who wouldn't even show his face half the time? He tried to walk out of the hall and just walked right back into it. He was getting mad the ground was starting to shake as he was losing concentration.

His eyes popped open in a flash and the only thing he could do was get up and punch the wall in front of him; he felt his blood boiling and his rage pumping through his veins he tried to catch his breath but couldn't he couldn't do anything right.  He was lost in his anger when Ophelia came in, she grabbed her masters arm and in reflex pushed her out of the way.  Realizing what he did he grabbed her up and held her but she pushed him away

"What did you do that for?" she asked in an almost screaming voice

"I-i-I don't know I didn't realize it" he tried to apologize as she got up

"Still what was that for?"

"I….."he began, "something invaded my peaceful state kitten, it fucked with me…made me angry I didn't…. I was angry"

He stood there trying to search for words and she wouldn't approach him as he tried to hug her in apology, she soon excused herself and left Caleb alone with his thoughts.

The next few days were a tense lot, he was afraid to touch her and she was skittish of him; she knew deep down that he really didn't mean it but she just couldn't help but be scared.  As if things weren't going good his job at the tattoo parlor was becoming tense for some unknown reason and he just didn't enjoy it as much as he used to; his nights were now plagued with nightmares of that long hall; sinister specters creeping over his body as he fought to get to his sister and empty picture frames.
He woke up in a fright one night having Ophelia wake up next to him, it was three in the morning and he just crawled out of bed grabbing his phone and searching the speed dial he found Demeter's number he dialed

A half-asleep voice answered the phone "Whoever this is better have good reasons for disturbing me"

"Well I figure you'd be the only one to really want to talk to me right now"

She perked up "Oh Caleb, for fuck sake what are you doing up this early?"

"Couldn't sleep still having those fucking nightmares"

"Aww poor kid, need me to come over to talk?"

"I kind of want that but I also don't want to bother the pet, we've been having trouble again"

"Again; Caleb you've got to really reign her in."

"It isn't her fault" he said solemnly "I pushed her in a moment of anger"

There was an awkward silence on the other end of the phone followed by Demeter opening a drawer, and then saying "OK when I get over there you will explain it all to me on a walk, I figure since I'm probably going to be up til I go to work might as well get some exercise in right?"

"Sounds like a plan"

As he waited he hummed along to a tune in his head, it was too bad he never had an interest in guitars. He always seemed to be humming something in his head but never got it down on paper.  In truth he thought if he ever got a song down on paper it would be horrible but that was beside the point soone enough he heard Demeter's care pull up and instead of just letting her park and come in waking Ophelia up in the process he decided to grab his jacket and walk out to meet her.
It was early March so it wasn't exactly cold but it was enough for a light sleeves because the spring hadn't yet hit full force yet. As he approached her car she got having put on a pair of sweat pants and a light shirt, it was obvious that she had haphazardly done this before she left, then again Demeter didn't care what many people thought she would wear whatever she felt like wearing and to hell with anybody elses sense of fashion.

As soon as they were down a little way from the house she asked

"So, why in the world did you push her?"

"I honestly can't give you an answer demeter I wish I could; cause I feel terrible." Caleb said walking with her and running his hands through his scruffy beard.  His friends had not liked this, but Ophelia did and so he was letting it grow out to please her, "All I know is there are spirits playing games with me in my dreams and.."

"Wait spirits?"

"I guess they're spirits, it seems to be one but I can never remember his face after I awaken from a meditative state or dream", anyway he keeps playing riddle games with me talking about a picture hall I saw in another dream and I honestly don't know what to think about it all. Gods it's so fucking frustrating to me."

"Caleb, maybe you should think about taking a break from her?" Demeter said tentatively as she knew she was already working on a thin angered man, "I mean it as a friend and I will understand if you say no but you keep getting angry and you realize what you did was wrong so maybe you should think about it?"

He looked away into a field as they passed it, "I can't demeter, Ophelia is my life now; I've had her for going on a year and a half now, I can't just throw her out"
Truth of the matter was this now passed his mind more than he would like to admit; ever since that day that he…accidentally pushed her he thought about it constantly.  He wasn't ready and he couldn't enter into training without letting go of her, if he wanted that, there were still a lot of things holding him back though.  His mothers constant voice of "You're never going to actually succeed in finding love Caleb just face that now the Den is full of whores" rang in his ear.

"I'll think about it Demeter I really will I promise."

They kept walking off into the day, they shared more laughs not realizing what would come of this week and how important it would be later on.

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                                                  Chapter Twenty: Power Abused

It was several days later, when the haunting memories started twisting his mind again.  No drinks, no way out; he couldn't even confide in Ophelia which he knew he should've when he first found it; but he felt weak for having these memories, these doubts.  He shouldn't be doing this; he is strong he is her master. Yet his mind turned dark and he turned her away at each turn for help.
He reasoned that she wouldn't understand she hadn't lost what he lost; stupidly ignoreing the conversation they had not too long ago.  Each day he grew darker and she grew distant; it seems the good times they had were gone replaced by mistrust.

He wasn't even talking to Demeter, hadn't seen Sage in months and really he didn't want to; he knew he probably should, that they would probably help but he wanted to work his demons out on his own! He sat in his meditation room the air was full of the scent of dragon's blood, as he drifted from this plain to the next he caught glimpses of a specter clothed in white giggling; he chased after it with all his might only to be rebuked by an unknown face.

"What are you doing? I need to catch her and apologize!" he screamed at the astral specter whom had silvery hair

"Not time" he said in triplicate

"Of course it is! God damn it let me through."

Caleb tried to push the specter out of his way, was only met with a minor shove yet ended up in a room he found oddly familiar; the room of pictures from that long forgotten dream.

"Not this again"

"Of course this, always this until you learn" came the specters voice

"Learn what?"

"Learn what fills the last portrait"

"You interrupted me catching up to my sister for this?" he screams and it echoes back at him

"That time is not yet, you have to learn to crawl before you can walk young one"
His spectral head rolled back in frustration, he had to take this from someone who wouldn't even show his face half the time? He tried to walk out of the hall and just walked right back into it. He was getting mad the ground was starting to shake as he was losing concentration.

His eyes popped open in a flash and the only thing he could do was get up and punch the wall in front of him; he felt his blood boiling and his rage pumping through his veins he tried to catch his breath but couldn't he couldn't do anything right.  He was lost in his anger when Ophelia came in, she grabbed her masters arm and in reflex pushed her out of the way.  Realizing what he did he grabbed her up and held her but she pushed him away

"What did you do that for?" she asked in an almost screaming voice

"I-i-I don't know I didn't realize it" he tried to apologize as she got up

"Still what was that for?"

"I….."he began, "something invaded my peaceful state kitten, it fucked with me…made me angry I didn't…. I was angry"

He stood there trying to search for words and she wouldn't approach him as he tried to hug her in apology, she soon excused herself and left Caleb alone with his thoughts.

The next few days were a tense lot, he was afraid to touch her and she was skittish of him; she knew deep down that he really didn't mean it but she just couldn't help but be scared.  As if things weren't going good his job at the tattoo parlor was becoming tense for some unknown reason and he just didn't enjoy it as much as he used to; his nights were now plagued with nightmares of that long hall; sinister specters creeping over his body as he fought to get to his sister and empty picture frames.
He woke up in a fright one night having Ophelia wake up next to him, it was three in the morning and he just crawled out of bed grabbing his phone and searching the speed dial he found Demeter's number he dialed

A half-asleep voice answered the phone "Whoever this is better have good reasons for disturbing me"

"Well I figure you'd be the only one to really want to talk to me right now"

She perked up "Oh Caleb, for fuck sake what are you doing up this early?"

"Couldn't sleep still having those fucking nightmares"

"Aww poor kid, need me to come over to talk?"

"I kind of want that but I also don't want to bother the pet, we've been having trouble again"

"Again; Caleb you've got to really reign her in."

"It isn't her fault" he said solemnly "I pushed her in a moment of anger"

There was an awkward silence on the other end of the phone followed by Demeter opening a drawer, and then saying "OK when I get over there you will explain it all to me on a walk, I figure since I'm probably going to be up til I go to work might as well get some exercise in right?"

"Sounds like a plan"

As he waited he hummed along to a tune in his head, it was too bad he never had an interest in guitars. He always seemed to be humming something in his head but never got it down on paper.  In truth he thought if he ever got a song down on paper it would be horrible but that was beside the point soone enough he heard Demeter's care pull up and instead of just letting her park and come in waking Ophelia up in the process he decided to grab his jacket and walk out to meet her.
It was early March so it wasn't exactly cold but it was enough for a light sleeves because the spring hadn't yet hit full force yet. As he approached her car she got having put on a pair of sweat pants and a light shirt, it was obvious that she had haphazardly done this before she left, then again Demeter didn't care what many people thought she would wear whatever she felt like wearing and to hell with anybody elses sense of fashion.

As soon as they were down a little way from the house she asked

"So, why in the world did you push her?"

"I honestly can't give you an answer demeter I wish I could; cause I feel terrible." Caleb said walking with her and running his hands through his scruffy beard.  His friends had not liked this, but Ophelia did and so he was letting it grow out to please her, "All I know is there are spirits playing games with me in my dreams and.."

"Wait spirits?"

"I guess they're spirits, it seems to be one but I can never remember his face after I awaken from a meditative state or dream", anyway he keeps playing riddle games with me talking about a picture hall I saw in another dream and I honestly don't know what to think about it all. Gods it's so fucking frustrating to me."

"Caleb, maybe you should think about taking a break from her?" Demeter said tentatively as she knew she was already working on a thin angered man, "I mean it as a friend and I will understand if you say no but you keep getting angry and you realize what you did was wrong so maybe you should think about it?"

He looked away into a field as they passed it, "I can't demeter, Ophelia is my life now; I've had her for going on a year and a half now, I can't just throw her out"
Truth of the matter was this now passed his mind more than he would like to admit; ever since that day that he…accidentally pushed her he thought about it constantly.  He wasn't ready and he couldn't enter into training without letting go of her, if he wanted that, there were still a lot of things holding him back though.  His mothers constant voice of "You're never going to actually succeed in finding love Caleb just face that now the Den is full of whores" rang in his ear.

"I'll think about it Demeter I really will I promise."

They kept walking off into the day, they shared more laughs not realizing what would come of this week and how important it would be later on.