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                                    Chapter Thirty-Four Skewed Paths

He looked around trying to accommodate his eyes to what he was seeing; the funny thing is he knew it wasn't real.  Everything he saw was a product of his mind, the stripper poles, the stage even the music; which was a nice melodic metal tune that he couldn't exactly place these were all in his mind. He looked at the specter which was now wearing a leather trench coat that was splayed around his waist because he was sitting down; his hair was silver, his eyes clear ice blue; though confused he could plainly place the form he took now

"Shadow?" Caleb asked placing his mental specter as a character he had made at one time to play a vampire based role playing game; this could explain why he spoke in riddles and half truths; that was one of the traits that Caleb had wanted to be able to do at one time so he placed it more into characters he created as a way to escape himself.

"You finally figured it out?" Shadow shook his head and smiled "I almost thought you were going to ask if this was heaven for a second"

Caleb laughed at that and looked around the room, "Why this place now? I thought my mind was supposed to resemble my house not some form of fucked up night club"
Shadow shook his head slowly, as if to say that the man did not what was going on, "You seriously think your mind stays the same for all eternity?" he stood up from his chair to help Caleb up; the latter of the two did not really understand what was going on but could understand he was here to learn.

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Demeter had yet to hear about her lover she was wrapping things up with Becca, they had spent time with a businessman who seemed to only want to worship at her feet, another college student who had a rather odd foot fetish, at least to Demeter though she could not understand the worship of feet if she even tried.  There seemed to be a lot of posture, and circumstance with Becca; though she wished that her friend didn't need to do this, she remembered when they met she was a very open woman at least with her:

It had been one of the very few vacations that Demeter had taken in her life, at least by herself.  She was in the streets of New York and saw an advertisement for a famous dominatrix, one that she had heard of and kindly admired for a long time.  She had several of her instructional books at home and about three of the DVD's that she had put out.  To Demeter Rebecca Fenris was a goddess, someone to admire and aspire to be; she knew that many of the girls that shared her walk in life.  One of dominating and caring disagreed with Demeter saying that Lady Fenris was a posturing fool but for some reason she still found herself irrevocably drawn to her.

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She had taken coffee at a outside dining area when they first crossed paths; at first demeter didn't even realize it was her then she looked up her curvasious body to the eyes of a wandering predator.  Rebecca's hair was braided that day so that it was out of her face which looked almost elfish in a way her eyes were scanning the crowd for something that Demeter couldn't yet the air about her was that of a calm woman yet wounded at the same time.  The younger girl wondered what had happened to her, why she seemed so cold and distant, she couldn't bring herself to talk to her then; it was like a hand being pressed on her chest telling her to stop

She had wandered the streets for a while longer after that, looking at many of the clothing shops and shoes, she had yet to actually start her collection of corsets or skirts, she was still a shy and naïve girl, one of her ex boyfriends had introduced her to the world of Domaince and Submission but that was through the eyes of a submissive, and while she could very well get turned on at times by pain; she craved the control that a Master/Mistress had.  Having turned eighteen only a few months ago she decided to take a trip to New York as she was raised in a little backwoods area of New Jersey, one that frowned on the lifestyle she wanted to pursue and she thought that the bigger city would be more accommodating to it.  While they seemed to be a little more forward thinking though, she still met a lot of resistance, so much so that she had taken to wearing business attire on the streets and the few revealing clothes she had were left to the bedroom only. It wasn't that she was afraid of being judged; it was just that she didn't want to have to put up with the constant leering and cat calls.

Demeter seemed to be lost in thought when at an unknown club she ran face first into the busty dominatrix that she had seen earlier that day; Rebbeca smiled and helped her back up

"You seem to be lost in thought little one" she said, and air of importance coming out of her voice "Not a good thing to be, there are wolves about"
Demeter gulped and looked down, unsure of herself; this was one of the few people she seemed to idolize talking to her.  Also, she knew what she said was true over the last few weeks she had been approached by more than one man that either wanted her, or wasn't going to take no for an answer, luckily she had trained herself in ways to ward off these guys.  They tended to shy away when she showed any dominance. It was just the fact that she had yet to form the dominant mindset completely and gave off an air of innocence; the professional looked her over and curled her fingers around the younger girl's shoulder "You come with me" she said with a wicked lilt to her tone.

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That had been the beginning of a friendship that Demeter would not forget.  She had not only been one of the women who had helped shape and mold her but was surprisingly warm; the one thing Demeter still couldn't understand to this day was her treatment of men.  Rather they were paying for her, or just approaching her to talk, Rebecca seemed to hold them at arms distance and give them a mask.  Not that she could relate, she just didn't understand; the British born succubus seemed to have been doing this from the time she was legal, until present.  To be doing it that long, at age twenty-seven, burns one spirit out.

She was lost in thoughts about the angel haired woman that she barely listened, let alone reacted when her phone went off

"Dem…"

"Huh? Oh sorry", Demeter reached for the phone and saw that it was Jayne Memorial calling, she was annoyed; it was strangely one of her few days off and they were calling.  The anger quickly drained from her as they talked to her.  She hung up mournfully and looked down.

"What was it puppet" Rebecca said slowly

"Well, Lucian is out of our circle now" she said disgustedly "Also he tried to kill Caleb"

Rebecca's face betrayed her "Wow, just… wow, least be it for me to say that you know my opinion on Caleb"

"Which is unjust; but I digress"

"You tell me that when you know very well…"

"He's like all guys, given the chance they would betray you", Demeter interrupted bitterly as they got up to leave, it was obvious Becca had an agenda against guys; maybe it was her choice of career or the fact that she could never find a guy to settle with, either way Demeter knew not to press.

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Caleb was rather confused; then again he was in his mind and talking to a representation of himself while he no doubt bled in real life.  He had at least seemed to sit down and calm himself while Shadow continued to talk; something he drowned out until he brought up Demeter this intrigued him

"What was that?" he said trying to get him to repeat himself.

"Do not do what you're thinking of", Shadow repeated slowly "It isn't time for that"

Caleb pondered on this, what in the world did he mean? It was as if he knew what he was thinking as he thought it.

"I do, I'm your fucking mind, man you are dense as hell" Shadow sounded annoyed

"Then what do you not want me to do?"

"Ask her to marry you, it isn't time yet"

"Then when is time? When do I ask her to give me that happiness; she's all I can think about"

"Aside from Airi"

"Well she's a different story! I don't even know what will come of that"

"So, your all encompassing thought is to marry your mistress before you even carry on with a other relationship"

"One that we would both be ok with"

"It doesn't matter what you think is ok it matters what is.  I'm your mind yes I know the polyamory thing is good to you; it is in your make up, but you and Demeter haven't even made it out of the training phse and you're thinking about marrying her? Don't you see the problem here?"

"No, I don't"

"No wonder your hall is full of so many pictures"

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They had made it to the hospital, Demeter having changed her clothes from the fetish wear she was in, and Becca refusing to.  While she was changing she called everyone that he knew so that they knew to meet up at the hospital soon; there was a police officer by the door of his room as they approached.  The first words out of Demeter's mouth were
"What happened?"

"According to eyewitness who were coming out of the Baptist church; Mr. Brown was assaulted with a deadly weapon after a verbal confrontation, though that is only eyewitnesses, Mr. Varant is refusing to talk about it and has opted for a lawyer, they are still getting him settled who are you, and who is she?" the officer eyed them both suspiciously though it might have had something to do with the fetish gear that Rebecca was still wearing.

"I am his girlfriend, she is my friend" Demeter said betraying no hint of irritation at what the officer hinted at in his voice. They went past him into the room, because there were doctors buzzing around him they just filtered to the background waiting for news on her injured pet.

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                                    Chapter Thirty-Four Skewed Paths

He looked around trying to accommodate his eyes to what he was seeing; the funny thing is he knew it wasn't real.  Everything he saw was a product of his mind, the stripper poles, the stage even the music; which was a nice melodic metal tune that he couldn't exactly place these were all in his mind. He looked at the specter which was now wearing a leather trench coat that was splayed around his waist because he was sitting down; his hair was silver, his eyes clear ice blue; though confused he could plainly place the form he took now

"Shadow?" Caleb asked placing his mental specter as a character he had made at one time to play a vampire based role playing game; this could explain why he spoke in riddles and half truths; that was one of the traits that Caleb had wanted to be able to do at one time so he placed it more into characters he created as a way to escape himself.

"You finally figured it out?" Shadow shook his head and smiled "I almost thought you were going to ask if this was heaven for a second"

Caleb laughed at that and looked around the room, "Why this place now? I thought my mind was supposed to resemble my house not some form of fucked up night club"
Shadow shook his head slowly, as if to say that the man did not what was going on, "You seriously think your mind stays the same for all eternity?" he stood up from his chair to help Caleb up; the latter of the two did not really understand what was going on but could understand he was here to learn.

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Demeter had yet to hear about her lover she was wrapping things up with Becca, they had spent time with a businessman who seemed to only want to worship at her feet, another college student who had a rather odd foot fetish, at least to Demeter though she could not understand the worship of feet if she even tried.  There seemed to be a lot of posture, and circumstance with Becca; though she wished that her friend didn't need to do this, she remembered when they met she was a very open woman at least with her:

It had been one of the very few vacations that Demeter had taken in her life, at least by herself.  She was in the streets of New York and saw an advertisement for a famous dominatrix, one that she had heard of and kindly admired for a long time.  She had several of her instructional books at home and about three of the DVD's that she had put out.  To Demeter Rebecca Fenris was a goddess, someone to admire and aspire to be; she knew that many of the girls that shared her walk in life.  One of dominating and caring disagreed with Demeter saying that Lady Fenris was a posturing fool but for some reason she still found herself irrevocably drawn to her.

                                                                *-_-_-_-*

She had taken coffee at a outside dining area when they first crossed paths; at first demeter didn't even realize it was her then she looked up her curvasious body to the eyes of a wandering predator.  Rebecca's hair was braided that day so that it was out of her face which looked almost elfish in a way her eyes were scanning the crowd for something that Demeter couldn't yet the air about her was that of a calm woman yet wounded at the same time.  The younger girl wondered what had happened to her, why she seemed so cold and distant, she couldn't bring herself to talk to her then; it was like a hand being pressed on her chest telling her to stop

She had wandered the streets for a while longer after that, looking at many of the clothing shops and shoes, she had yet to actually start her collection of corsets or skirts, she was still a shy and naïve girl, one of her ex boyfriends had introduced her to the world of Domaince and Submission but that was through the eyes of a submissive, and while she could very well get turned on at times by pain; she craved the control that a Master/Mistress had.  Having turned eighteen only a few months ago she decided to take a trip to New York as she was raised in a little backwoods area of New Jersey, one that frowned on the lifestyle she wanted to pursue and she thought that the bigger city would be more accommodating to it.  While they seemed to be a little more forward thinking though, she still met a lot of resistance, so much so that she had taken to wearing business attire on the streets and the few revealing clothes she had were left to the bedroom only. It wasn't that she was afraid of being judged; it was just that she didn't want to have to put up with the constant leering and cat calls.

Demeter seemed to be lost in thought when at an unknown club she ran face first into the busty dominatrix that she had seen earlier that day; Rebbeca smiled and helped her back up

"You seem to be lost in thought little one" she said, and air of importance coming out of her voice "Not a good thing to be, there are wolves about"
Demeter gulped and looked down, unsure of herself; this was one of the few people she seemed to idolize talking to her.  Also, she knew what she said was true over the last few weeks she had been approached by more than one man that either wanted her, or wasn't going to take no for an answer, luckily she had trained herself in ways to ward off these guys.  They tended to shy away when she showed any dominance. It was just the fact that she had yet to form the dominant mindset completely and gave off an air of innocence; the professional looked her over and curled her fingers around the younger girl's shoulder "You come with me" she said with a wicked lilt to her tone.

                                                                 *-_-_-_-_-*

That had been the beginning of a friendship that Demeter would not forget.  She had not only been one of the women who had helped shape and mold her but was surprisingly warm; the one thing Demeter still couldn't understand to this day was her treatment of men.  Rather they were paying for her, or just approaching her to talk, Rebecca seemed to hold them at arms distance and give them a mask.  Not that she could relate, she just didn't understand; the British born succubus seemed to have been doing this from the time she was legal, until present.  To be doing it that long, at age twenty-seven, burns one spirit out.

She was lost in thoughts about the angel haired woman that she barely listened, let alone reacted when her phone went off

"Dem…"

"Huh? Oh sorry", Demeter reached for the phone and saw that it was Jayne Memorial calling, she was annoyed; it was strangely one of her few days off and they were calling.  The anger quickly drained from her as they talked to her.  She hung up mournfully and looked down.

"What was it puppet" Rebecca said slowly

"Well, Lucian is out of our circle now" she said disgustedly "Also he tried to kill Caleb"

Rebecca's face betrayed her "Wow, just… wow, least be it for me to say that you know my opinion on Caleb"

"Which is unjust; but I digress"

"You tell me that when you know very well…"

"He's like all guys, given the chance they would betray you", Demeter interrupted bitterly as they got up to leave, it was obvious Becca had an agenda against guys; maybe it was her choice of career or the fact that she could never find a guy to settle with, either way Demeter knew not to press.

                                                              *-_-_-_-_-_-*

Caleb was rather confused; then again he was in his mind and talking to a representation of himself while he no doubt bled in real life.  He had at least seemed to sit down and calm himself while Shadow continued to talk; something he drowned out until he brought up Demeter this intrigued him

"What was that?" he said trying to get him to repeat himself.

"Do not do what you're thinking of", Shadow repeated slowly "It isn't time for that"

Caleb pondered on this, what in the world did he mean? It was as if he knew what he was thinking as he thought it.

"I do, I'm your fucking mind, man you are dense as hell" Shadow sounded annoyed

"Then what do you not want me to do?"

"Ask her to marry you, it isn't time yet"

"Then when is time? When do I ask her to give me that happiness; she's all I can think about"

"Aside from Airi"

"Well she's a different story! I don't even know what will come of that"

"So, your all encompassing thought is to marry your mistress before you even carry on with a other relationship"

"One that we would both be ok with"

"It doesn't matter what you think is ok it matters what is.  I'm your mind yes I know the polyamory thing is good to you; it is in your make up, but you and Demeter haven't even made it out of the training phse and you're thinking about marrying her? Don't you see the problem here?"

"No, I don't"

"No wonder your hall is full of so many pictures"

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They had made it to the hospital, Demeter having changed her clothes from the fetish wear she was in, and Becca refusing to.  While she was changing she called everyone that he knew so that they knew to meet up at the hospital soon; there was a police officer by the door of his room as they approached.  The first words out of Demeter's mouth were
"What happened?"

"According to eyewitness who were coming out of the Baptist church; Mr. Brown was assaulted with a deadly weapon after a verbal confrontation, though that is only eyewitnesses, Mr. Varant is refusing to talk about it and has opted for a lawyer, they are still getting him settled who are you, and who is she?" the officer eyed them both suspiciously though it might have had something to do with the fetish gear that Rebecca was still wearing.

"I am his girlfriend, she is my friend" Demeter said betraying no hint of irritation at what the officer hinted at in his voice. They went past him into the room, because there were doctors buzzing around him they just filtered to the background waiting for news on her injured pet.