Silas

Chapter 3

This is the correct version of chapter 3.
After eating dinner and watching Underworld: Revolution for the umpteenth time Caine took me out to Dark Black Moon. I hadn't been back in months and I'm sure Mike would have something to say about it. Speaking of which, Mike was greeting customers this evening. I scrolled through my library of excuses as he made his way down the line of guests waiting to get in.
"Silas! It's so good to see you this evening! Where have you been? Married another, eh? I'm just joking with you. I'm glad you finally made it back. I'm sorry about cutting your funds man, it's business though, you know? Please....don't wait back here, this is for people who want to get in. You're always welcome, how many, or will it just be you and Lord Sebastian?"
Mike was enthusiastic as always, at least I could sneak in without having to feed him some bull shit excuse...maybe...
Mike pulls me out of the line at the door and I explain to him that I've brought the other guys with me tonight.  He motions me towards him and I follow with a smile on my face. It has been too long since I have been here.
"Does this make you happy?" Caine asks me.
I turn back to smile at him, of course it does, but knowing Caine there is sure to be more in store this evening.
"I can't wait for you to see the renovations I made two weeks ago. Despite everything Silas, I want you to know it is still an honor to have you in the club." I nod back to him but panic crosses my mind thinking about changes made to the image I had already perfected.
What the fuck? All the hours I spent toiling over light fixtures and seating arrangements thrown out the window at my neglect of not partying! I should have come more often, I could have saved myself the trouble of losing Chrissy if I'd focused more on my commitments.
As we push our way through the crowded entrance with Mike he herds us past the bouncers and I can feel the thundering bass vibrate in my chest. I feel an apprehension of even going in if he changed everything. We round the corner and flashing strobes paint the wall in time to the techno beats. I hold my breath for a second bracing myself to vomit. Entering the room I look around and feel like I've walked into Heaven.
The bar has been refitted with glass and LEDs, the floor tiles sparkles as the multi-colored lights play tricks on your eyes. All the furniture has been redone in black leather. I hear a familiar track of Laidback Luke and Hardwell and my smile that has been growing slowly is quite evident now. The back wall is now mirrored instead of the wispy tie dye that I had remembered fondly but it fit the room so well.
"You like it!" Mike's enthusiasm again cannot be contained, "I was so worried what you would think but your smile makes me almost not feel any guilt about using your monthly stipend to get it done. I'm so happy, please, come this way, we redid most of the private rooms as well but I promise we left room three untouched. I just couldn't do that to you Silas. It wasn't all my ideas you know? Lord Sebastian had quite a bit of influence on the renovations. You were right My Lord, it looks better than I could have imagined. Here's your table gentlemen."
Mike gestures us to a table in an elevated section of the main room off to the corner but with a good view of the entire floor. As I reach to pull out a chair I notice it's the same dining chairs I had picked out years ago but had been refurbished so the fabric would match the rest of the table settings.
"I like it Mike, you did a very good job. No! You did a great job; I was honestly worried for a minute but whaaaa?!?" A lovely young brunette fitted in a tight, silver, sparkly top and black jeans that hug each of her curves in just the right places sits five glasses on the table in front of us. The glasses have silver flecks mixed in with the glass and on each is a moon silhouette. "This is incredible Mike, I can't wait to see what else is new. How's the revenue?" I ask picking up one of the new glasses to examine it more closely.
"Well let's just say 'if you knew, you would have come around more often.' Really though, I'm doing quite well and I promise you will be treated like a king at this establishment. Gentlemen please excuse me I do have managerial duties to attend but Lina here will be happy to provide you with anything you desire. Lina, this gentleman is the original proprietor of Dark Black Moon and I expect that he and his guests will receive the utmost respect and most attentive service. By the way gentlemen please accept the first round on me, Silas's favorite drink, and I'm sure if it's not to your taste he will be happy to finish yours for you eh Silas?" Mike nudges me with his elbow and I glance across the table to Caine who peers up from his phone long enough to reveal a coy smile before sipping from the glass in front of him and setting it back on the table. Aaaannnnd...back to his phone. Everyone else at the table chuckles softly as Mike takes his leave.
"Well, Silas, what is it that we're drinking this evening?" Master Reeve inquires.
"Red bull and vodka," Dante responds before I manage to answer. Dante isn't much of a drinker but raises a glass in my direction before gulping down half his glass. My jaw drops a little too obviously.
"Master Silas is there anything I can get for you or your guests right now?" The young lady is still standing a few steps away.
"I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
"Lina." Reeve looks at me as if I'm being disrespectful and a dolt for not recalling the name of the only person I was meeting for the  first time.
"Lina, actually yes," I take her by the shoulders and turn so we're both facing the dance floor away from the table."Tell me who's the best dancer in here tonight and what's their drink of choice. Also please just call me Silas."
"Objectively sir?" She takes a deep breath and glances around the room while I remain patient at her rhetorical question. "I guess I'd have to go with her," she points across the room at a woman who is clearly overdressed for a club night whom is sitting alone at a table across the floor from our own, "but personally I'd stick to that gaggle over there." Lina nods toward a group of more scantily clad ladies who are most certainly past their limit.
"Why's that doll? Think she out classes me?"
"The truth is sir, she does. That's Princess Deva, dances very well but is next in line to betroth the vampiric North Continental leader. If you're looking to get lucky, she's way out of your league. This evening her drink of choice is lemon water, sir, I believe she is meeting someone." On this note Lina takes her leave from our table.
"What just happened? Does she know who she was talking to?" I turn back to face the table of smiles on the faces of the guys I believed were my wing men for the night. Guess not.
"Silas why don't you just have some fun and enjoy a couple of drinks? I'll be right back." Caine's phone has seemingly disappeared and he pats my shoulder as he walks towards the bar.
"What is going on? Seriously?"
I step back to the table and sit while taking swigs of my own cup. The beat resonates through my chest and Dante asks if I want to dance. I look down at his empty glass and smile, "want another?"
"I'm not going to say no but who's buying?"
"It's on me Dante, drink all you want."
"Can I drink something different?"
"May I..." Master Reeve quietly interjects looking at Dante." May I drink something else."
"What is it with you entitled vamps always correcting grammar?" Jules pipes up.
"It has nothing to do with being entitled or my lack of pulse, Jules, it's called proper etiquette."
"We all knew what the fuck he meant, we're at a club! For Christ's sake Master Reeve, back off, try to have some fun." Jules chugs his drink and slams his glass down before heading to the dance floor.
"You may drink whatever you like Dante, tell them to bill the table." Dante heads to the bar and I glance over but Caine is nowhere in sight. Where did he go?
"Silas." Master Reeve grabs my undivided attention.
"Yes, Master Reeve."
"I'm sorry." As I look up inquisitively he continues to apologize. "I'm sorry that I did not make it more well known about me borrowing Lord Sebastian's phone earlier today. If I had known it would cause you so much...ehrm...trouble, I would have asked first. My phone was out of battery and I figured no one would take notice."
"Don't worry about it," I cut him off.
"For the record I think that Lord..."
Cutting him off again I must stress to Master Reeve that my relationship with Caine is none of his business before he says something to disprove of Caine's choices. "Master Reeve, really, don't worry about it. What happens between Caine and I is exactly that, between him and I, not you, not Dante, not Jules or anyone else. Please, drop it. I understand where you are coming from and we both know better for next time but honestly I really don't want you to ruin my night by rehashing a situation you yourself do not fully grasp. Are you going to finish that?" I motion towards his glass.
Master Reeve silently slides his barely touched drink across the table towards me.
"Thanks," I push my empty glass aside and proceed to start on the next as Dante returns to the table with a pink concoction brimming the edge of a martini glass with the same moon insignia on it. "What the fuck is that?"
"It's a Cosmo." Dante looks surprised at my reaction.
"I know what it is, I just am surprised that that is what you picked to drink."
"What? I think it's delicious and fruity."
"Dante, it's a ladies go to choice. You look like a fag drinking that." I snicker into my red bull and vodka.
"I am a fag asshole." Dante defends his pink drink and hits me on the shoulder making me spill some of my drink on my shirt.
"What the fuck Dante?" I set my glass down, "Caine is gonna be pissed at me now and want to go home!"
"I'm sorry Silas, it was an accident."
"He will think I'm trashed and we just got here."
"I'm sorry."
An uneasy silence creeps across the table as I try to soak up the electric pink pussy drink off my shirt.
"At least you're wearing black?" Dante tries to make light of the situation. "Maybe he won't notice?"
"It's Caine, he spends more time dressing me than he does on his perfect hair, "I retort.
"Well maybe if we're out on the dance floor it will dry before he gets back. I didn't see him at the bar, maybe he went to the bathroom or something. Jules looks like he's having fun." Dante nods behind me.
I turn to see Jules dancing up one of the inebriated chicks that waitress mentioned earlier. "You really wanna dance with me huh?"
"How often do I ask you? You're always asking to dance at home. We're finally back here and you want to sit and chat him up?" Dante motions towards Master Reeve.
"Excuse me?" Master Reeve appears offended.
"What's wrong, will you be all wonwlee by yourself? Want me to call the whambulance?" I baby my voice to show how much I care about Master Reeve's feelings as I stand and push in my chair. "Come on," I urge Dante, giving in to his pleads. "You wanna dance you gotta get off your ass faggot." I smile at him and he smiles back as we make our way out onto the floor.
Before I reach the sweaty heaving crowd of people on the dance floor with Dante at my heels, that broad who's name eludes me again approaches. Dante leans over almost as if on queue and whispers, well, shouts quietly, 'Lina' into my ear.
"Mike wanted me to ask if you have any requests?" I stare at her dumbfounded for a moment and acknowledging my expression she gestures toward the DJ.
"Something from Steve Aoki," I respond and away she walks to the booth.
I walk with authority to the masses of mostly intoxicated bodies and grab Dante's hand behind me as I search the room for Caine. Nothing, no sign of him anywhere. Why would he bring me here and disappear? He will show up; he never dances with me, especially in public but he always keeps an eye on me. Caine likes to watch, even if he doesn't always join me I know he enjoys watching me have fun.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the night please put your hands in the air for DJ Vance bringing you a Steve Aoki hit, Boneless courtesy of Silas Maleficent who at long last has decided to rip up the dance floor tonight." Mike announces via loudspeaker as the beat climbs to the perfect intro drop to get the crowd jumping and popping in a mass trance. Steve Aoki will do that to any dub crowd.
When I took over the club nearly eight years ago I started playing whatever music got my hips closer to someone else. The beat drops and the fans most into the music close their eyes and move their bodies in time to the electronic beat. Over time I came to an obsession with bass and the rising and falling rhythm of dubstep and trap music which in turn led to the requisite that it would be the only music played at Dark Black Moon, uncoincidentally it was the second clause of my contract with Mike when I passed the club on to the current incubi host. The first being it would be a club welcoming to world of darkness fae and still open to the public which I worked so hard in maintaining while in charge. I turn my back to Dante and grind up against him as he grasps my hips. Third clause was that I would continue to receive a written check for a percentage of the gross income as long as I continued to be a regular patron of the club. I could feel Dante's enthusiasm through his blue jeans as I inventoried the dance floor in search of this Princess Deva that Lina pointed out. Ha! I remembered her name. My hips sway as the beat swells again with Dante trying to keep up as the alcohol starts to hit him. The elusive "best dancer here tonight" seems to have lost interest in keeping up her image. Too bad I got wrapped up in my own life and stopped showing my face. Being here now brought back so many fond memories of where I had spent any time I could when I could get away. Where the hell is Caine?
The track blends into another Steve Aoki hit Beat Down featuring Iggy Azalea and female vocals bring the dub vibe dangerously close to mainstream but the crowd still rocks it. I spy Jules feeling up a well thirsted blonde and try to catch his eye. The first buzz of my drink sweeps over me and I just want to dance all night. The energy drink pushing my heart rate into time with the music I rock my hips and sway my body as if I'm the only dancer in the room. I nod towards the bar and Dante goes to grab us another round as I pull out a pack of smokes from my pocket. I light a cigarette as Jules finally spies me on the dance floor and prys himself off the blond, Jules has only been staying with us for a few weeks but I discovered his superior dancing skills quick enough. He makes his way over to me still making moves through inhale and exhale puffing more smoke into the already hazy room.
Without missing a beat Jules joins in my own rhythm and swivels his hips and chest in symmetry with my own. I take another drag and dip closer to him locking eyes and straddling his leg. Jules is not into guys, I could probably never talk him into my sheets but he sees no gender when it comes to dance, a trait which I quite admire. Straight but not homophobic either seems to be an uncommon trait currently. Ironically as I ponder his open-mindedness towards the LGBT crowd my favorite Aoki mix comes on, Freak. Jules appears unfazed as he turns and leans his shoulders against my chest and we move in unison to the relentless beat of trance inducing beat drops and spatial atmospherics. I close my eyes and feel the melody flow through every inch of my body and his as we drift into a state of twilight consciousness  that borderlines that of transcending mortal flesh into a true world of darkness including euphoria. In this moment Dante taps my shoulder to pass me another drink. At my momentary pause Jules seems irritated as he takes my drink from Dante and gulps it down before passing me an empty glass. I shake my head as he smiles derogatorily and moves on to another dance partner, this time another blonde who is head thrashing until he wraps her up in his gaze.
I reach for Dante's hand as he staggers back a step and pull him close. I told you he wasn't a drinker.
Dante pours half his Mojito or whatever the fuck new drink with mint in it now that he is holding on the dance floor. He looks forlornly at the at the empty and half empty glasses in his hands and I can't help but laugh at his misfortune. I take the fakegasm drink from his hand and guide him back to the table with Master Reeve sitting alone stirring what I think is coffee.
"Sit." I order Dante and he does with a wobble of his head somewhat in time with the music. "Please stay here."
Dante reached back and grabs my arm, "but I want to dance with you."
I crouch down and hold him erect, "Dante, you're drinking too fast, I promise I will dance with you but you need a break."
"Silas..."he stammers.
"Will you keep an eye on him?" I ask Master Reeve to which he simply nods in agreement before I dash back out to the dance floor. Nothing is going to crush my buzz. Where is Caine?
I reach out my thoughts to Caine but I've been drinking and it feels like trying to take a calculus exam with a hangover forcing him to hear my thoughts when I don't even know where he is.
'Where are you?'
I will him to hear me but I can't make out his voice in my mind and my thoughts drift to more primitive desires. I try to survey my surroundings but all I can make out is which piece of ass I want to stick it in at this point.
"And now to switch it up a little brace yourself for a hit of B.O.B. and Flo Rida before we slow it down so ya'll can catch your breath for a few before bringing back the beat," the dj takes us from sex to noise in ten seconds.
Are you kidding me, what the fuck? This is not happening. I try to tune into Out of My Mind while deeply distracted by thinking of nothing but how good she will taste. I wander through the fleeting images around me consciously picking through each warm body searching for the most delicious and single. The lines may be catchy but the beat is not to my taste. I shake my head in disgust at the track list wondering if this is the new "thing" Dark Black Moon's crowd has devolved to. I curse Mike under my breath but grasp for a semblance of the beat I could groove to as I ease off the side of the crowd still targeting my main dish. Why would he bring me here if he didn't expect me to hunt? When you live in town you have to improvise a traditional run in the woods. There she is. A hot piece hopped up on some substance that makes the bass vibrate somewhere between what is real and 'I'm in my own world.'
I make my way towards a post teen (only just) off on her own and I try to bob to her beat catching her interest. She takes sudden notice of my presence and joins with me in hyping up the vibe to Going Down For Real. We dance an awkward pop vibe while she grinds herself against me and I feel a surge of adrenaline to overtake her in the moment. The song ends and a depressing surreal note sounds out with yes a techno beat but no sexy intuition resonates. Middle featuring Bipolar Sunshine feels like a song for the stoned with your arm out the window driving on a back road, not a dance floor. I keep the chick's gaze for a moment longer before heading back to my table alone. I can't dance to this lazy shit, too much Red Bull coursing through my veins to bring me down to that speed.
Master Reeve still sits looking bored with the entirety of the situation and Dante...."hey," I poke him but no response. "Passed out already?" I ask while already knowing the answer. Master Reeve watches me solemnly.
"You aren't going to dance?"
"I don't dance." He pauses for no apparent reason. "Are you having fun?"
"I am....are you?"
Master Reeve shrugs his shoulders,"It's not my night, it's yours."
"So? You can't have fun because I am?"
No response, unless you count a blank stare as any resemblance of a conversation. "Where's Caine?"
Master Reeve shrugs again taking a sip from a tumbler, "he's your consort, I just came along so I didn’t have to keep company with Madame Mia."
"Fair point." I wouldn't want to hang out with that bitch either.
I take a deep breath and again search the room for Caine. I can't see him, feel him, or hear him. This is borderline infuriating.
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I make my way across the floor, glancing over my shoulder to see if Silas is still watching but he is deep in conversation. Well, that was easy. I inform the bartender Princess Deva was waiting for me before heading to a private table in a partition of the room secluded and slightly subdued from the rest of the main floor. I sit alone and check my phone again for any notifications from the abby, there are none.
Princess Deva approaches and I respectfully rise and reach out to shake her hand.
"Good evening, Lord Sebastian. How are you faring on this clear night?"
"Well ,Princess; How may I be of assistance?"
"Right to the point. I like a man of forwardness albeit discretion." We take seats adjacent one another and she crosses her legs in a classy fashion with ease.
"Understood. Is there any way that I may prove my obligence?"
"Not quite yet but perhaps. The gentleman that you arrived with; Would that be the Silas you speak so highly of?"
"Yes, it is. Not only of whom I recommend but my better half I must confess."
"Better half? Are you meaning to admit of your scandalous romantic relations to a lycan to being of himself?"
"Yes, Princess Deva. I would like to request any further inquiries of Silas or my relationship to him to be respectful, regardless of abby law and preposterous order."
"Preposterous? You do not agree to the following of our kind?"
"Unfortunately not all of the followings. I believe that what I decide to do in my own home and with whom is to be of no reguard to the elders or anyone else who should care to meddle in my personal affairs."
"I see." She uncrosses and recrosses her legs, sitting up a little straighter. "Lord Sebastian the order remains as it does mainly for the protection of all of our kind. If we, or the elders in this situation, were to overlook your situation we would have to make exceptions for all members of political significance. You do understand, don't you?"
"Yes Princess Deva, I understand fully, but that does not mean that I agree or coincide to abide but such outdated order. Silas has done nothing to earn your, or anyone else's disrespect among our kind."
"What about the death of your daughter Odette, was Silas not the one responsible?"
"Yes Princess, while Silas was in fact the responsible party the death of my daughter was truly an accident and Silas has more than paid for his crime."
"Objectionally or this a personal determination?"
"Both ma'am."
"I see, and where is Silas at the present?"
"Having a good time I hope. Back to the matter at hand, I'm under the impression that you were looking for host and guard while visiting our small town? It seems unnecessary but I'm more than willing to provide you with the accommodations you seek."
"You are well informed. While it may seem unnecessary I must keep my guard up at all times these days, no account for whichever town I may be staying or it's populous. I was led to seek you out upon arrival not only due to the nature of my visit but recommendations that you would take utmost care of my safety and comfort while I'm here."
"Yes of course Princess. Any particular requests or would you be open to suggestion?"
"I'm putting my complete trust in your authority for the time being, unless you feel incapable of full filling my needs?"
"Most assuredly not. Jules, whom also is here this evening, I feel would provide adequate security. As for a host I can think of a number of our kind willing to take you in. How long will you be staying in town if you don't mind me prodding?"
"I'm looking to be here about two weeks at this point but the foreseeable future is still up in the air. I go where I'm needed for the time being. Is Jules, you know, one of the 'pack'?" She throws her fingers up to quote her phrase and rolls her eyes as if their race is beneath her.
"Yes ma'am, Jules  is lycanthropic. I assure you, he does his job very well and comes with high regards among our kind. You must understand that in our area such practice is quite common for many and to deviate from this local norm would be more risky than adhering to it. Will it be a problem for you?"
"No, I mean, I will make do I suppose, if it is what you feel is the best option. It's getting late and I would like to retire for the night to prepare for tomorrow evening, is there a host who would be willing to accommodate me straight away?"
"Madame Mia's home is available right way but I'm afraid there is no staff on duty currently. In fact, at the moment, no one is at her home. I do however have a key and you are welcome to stay there tonight."
"That's it? An empty house?"
"Princess Deva you must understand that with the coming of Gehenna most of our generation feels at risk. It is in our best interest to remain united and hidden. While we try our best to stay upfront and reflect no fear amongst the kindred our safety is greatly at risk. Madame Mia is currently in hiding and while you feel comfort in the open I'm doing my best accommodating you as quickly as possible."
"Ha-ha! The region seriously fears what is foretold in the Book of Nod?" Her laughter continues, "My Lord that transcript was written ages ago, surely you must see the comic dismissal of it's content? There is no Gehenna, there is no Jyhad; It's all fairy tales. You know, the ones to keep you up at night? Ha-ha, wow, and I thought my education was allusive." Whilst Princess Deva continues sneering at what I know to be true I patiently await her calm.
"Princess...would you be content staying at Madame Mia's residence alone or shall I make some calls?"
"Oh my, thanks for that. I simply can't believe there are still such loyal followers of an ancient text, good gracious." She heaves a great sigh of satisfaction. "Mia....wait, that name sounds so recognizable. Where do I know that name?" The princess props her elbows on the table to hold her chin and leans closer into the conversation.
I reply to her inquisition as I glance down at nothing in particular, "Madame Mia is my ex-wife...or wife depending on how much you read into the situation."
"How much I read into it? She either is or isn't, but at least now I get the gist."
"Madame Mia and I decided it best to end our association as we are no longer with child, or partners. The title between us remains in the eyes of those who see my relationship with Silas preposterous and incomprehensible. However, we are still quite close and conduct business accordingly. Regardless of the title we put on ourselves do you have any objections to staying at her home?"
"O-o, separate yet you have a key to her home at ready? Very interesting."
"Princess?" I prod without further elaboration.
"Hmm, well I suppose that will suit me. Is there any way you could, perhaps, get a few staff available? A cook or a maid per chance?"
"I can have the best chef and cleaning personnel on hand by tomorrow if that is what you require."
"Yes, please. Before I take up your hospitable offer I'd like to see the rest of your club, unless you wish to hide that as well?"
"No ma'am, please," I stand and gesture her to do the same.
Princess Deva rises from her seat and reaches out for another formal handshake. I shake her hand before reentering the main floor. When I overview the crowd I immediately pick out Silas looking concerned just off to the side.
"Oh my, so much excitement in such a diverse crowd. Is this club open to the public?"
"Yes Princess. Dark Black Moon was Silas's innovation. It is open to the fae and the public alike."
"My, I vitally need to meet this Silas. Please," Princess Deva puts out her hand waiting an escort to the dance floor, "introduce me."
I take the princess's hand and walk toward Silas who doesn't seem to have detected me yet.

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I make my way back into the crowd and decide I'd better have some energy exerting fun while I can. Kick Out the Epic Mother Fucker starts to play as I join the dance floor with a confidence that screams sexy beast. I approach the same ditzy bitch from before like a target of affliction when I catch Caine out of the corner of my eye......in hand with Princess Deva!?! What the fuck is going on?
I rotate my hips against the young lady as again the beat drops to the Dada Life hit. I turn my attention to the tender skin against me in a tube top and cut off shorts feeling the beat with every pulse from...
"Silas." Fuck. "I'd like to introduce you to Princess Deva." I motion for the gal feeling me up to give some distance; the impatient look in her eye tells me I still may have a chance as she drifts to a new partner.
I keep the eye of Princess Deva as Caine takes his leave. "Nice to meet you princess," I bow slightly and then take her into a spin in the middle of the dance floor.
Princess Deva leans her back against me momentarily to introduce herself, "it's a pleasure to meet you as well Silas, I've heard much about you."
Caught off guard I look for Caine who has disappeared again and hesitate mid-swivel.
"Is something wrong?" The princess inquires.
"No, I just...never mind. You know....I heard you were the best dancer out here tonight?" My smooth eases itself back into my voice as I try to compliment the lady.
"Oh you did, did you?"
"Prove the rumor?" I pry into her instinct.
The groove gets back to a beat I recognize with Diplo; Revolution brings us to a medium between calm and flow as she takes my eyes into her own. As our gaze perpetually throws us into another world I pull her closer until our legs intertwining impart us to another level of being. Her relation elevates me to a dance synchronicity beyond sexuality. I move my body in time to the hypnotic tone grasping her hip and feel every sway precedent of hers. Princess Deva and I glide through reality in a seemingly impossible maneuver that enraptures all of those around us in awe. When we both close our eyes we continue to glide further into a state out of mind. Princess Deva swivels her hips in opposition to mine and I find myself completely enthralled in her presence. She rubs up against me and I want to fall into her imagination as I formulate the next step my presence will take into her reality. The dance floor and world around us dims into the beat of our own drum. When at last I feel a moment of digress the beat evolves Ito another pop hit, Lean On keeps us in the solitary vibe of each other moving in weightless gravity. The mysticism continues as I forget about all my troubles and put my heart into the sway of this everlasting moment, this must last forever. I continue to sway as she shifts to a more rhythmic position. What is this creature taking me over? Princess Deva continues to pour not only her body but soul into every beat and I loose track of her consciousness. I slowly back out of her juxtaposition and fawn over a seemingly physical evolution to a demigod. Enthralled by her shifts through each beat I find myself trying to catch breath.
"Fun, yes?" Caine's voice rips into my fantasy as I find him by my side once again.
"She's amazing," I speak back still somewhat diluted in a sea of reverence. My mind is still swept up in Princess Deva's mesmerizing figure as the beat moves onto Hey Mama.  She drops her torso and brings her perfectly round bottom back to a teasing twerk up against a strange man fitted with muscles to outdo a body builder.
"Great, you'll be her cook and caretaker for the next two weeks."
"What?" I mind Caine's orders and transition back to the present. "I thought..."
"You will do as instructed, regardless of what you expected," he interrupts.
"Caine, I really thought tonight would be ours."
"It still is. You begin working for her tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" I turn to front Caine and move to the beat absent mindedly.
"I told you, you would get your gift tonight didn't I?"
"My present is working for a princess?" I sarcastically roll my eyes.
"No, your gift is the remodeling, and a dance with myself."
I suppose beggars can't be choosers but still... serving the desires of a bureaucrat doesn’t seem to be a gift. Wait, what? Caine will dance with me in public? "You're going to dance with me?" I ask optimistically.
"One dance, is this one in your favor?"
"May we go back to the table to discuss this?"
Caine nods and places his hand on the small of my back as I walk to our table. Dante is still....well not conscious.
"I see you found him," Master Reeve obviously points out.
"Yes, can you please excuse us?"
Master Reeve stands and pushes in his chair taking his glass with him, "will you..." He again insists on correcting grammar, leaning towards me, as he takes his leave.
I roll my eyes before taking a seat expecting Caine to do the same. Instead of fulfilling my expectations he sits in my lap to my surprise.
"Silas, have I not given you everything you wanted?"
"Everything and more Caine, but...."
"Silas, I need you to do this for me. Princess Deva is highly regarded in our society and is requesting a cook."
"Caine, I don't want to be part of..."
"Silas, I'm not giving you a choice."
"Yes, Caine," I acknowledge his order knowing I have no other choice.
"Now, would you like to dance with me?" He asks.
"Yes, may I have one more drink first?"
"Yes Silas, anything you wish." Caine motions the waitress back to our table as he rises and takes a seat adjacent to mine.
As Lina approaches I ask Caine if he would care for a drink which he declines. Not that alcohol would influence his decision anyway.
"Yes sir, what can I get for you?" Lina asks in earnest to our accommodations.
"Lina, can  you please bring us another red bull and vodka as well as a glass of water," Caine glances over to Dante with his head on the table, "and a coffee?"
"Yes sir." Lina takes her leave again.
"Dante" I poke my best friend again, "hey man, wake up."
"Hmm, what?" Dante responds in a stupor.
"Come on man, you wanna dance you need to wake up at least a little."
"Dante, I ordered you a coffee," Caine informs him.
"Hmm? Oh, okay, I'll take it."
"Caine are you sure there is no one else to aid Princess Deva?" I ask.
"On short notice? No, I can't think of anyone, will it be a problem for you?"
"No sir."
"Good. Do you want to dance tonight or shall I owe you one?"
"No, I want to dance tonight. Not sure when I'll get another chance," I respond accusatorily.
"Very well, if you want a song of your choice I suggest you tell Lina when she gets back." By some coincidental calling Lina arrives at our table at that very moment.
"Here you are sir, who gets what?"
"I'll take the water and Silas gets the drink, as for the coffee please set it anywhere, the recipient seems to be out cold at the moment." Caine shakes his head at his own request.
"Dante, wake up man, come on, drink this," I put the coffee in his dazed hands.
"Lina, hun, Silas has a request for the DJ if you don’t mind." Caine prompts my response.
As Lina steps toward me I realize I've drank more than I probably should but sip again none the less.
"That's okay, I'd like to request it myself." I stand with a slight stagger taking another swig.
Caine's eyes keep contact with every move I make as I sit my glass back down and Lina goes back to her duties. "I'll be right back."
I walk to the booth with several ideas in mind. Caine never dances with me. I want something sexy yet familiar, something groovy yet hip....fuck did my own head just relate a tune to groovy? Yup, I'm drunk.
I relay my suggestion to the DJ and patiently wait the end of the current track while I make my way back to the table. Caine's eyes have been following me the entire time. Damn it, guess my night's over.
As I approach the table my suggestion starts to play. Caine hears the first beat line and rises recognizing 'our song.' A smile crosses his face and he reaches out to take my hand stepping down to the dance floor.
Mouthing the opening line I smile back, "I could watch you for a lifetime, you're my favorite movie, a thousand endings, you mean everything to me." Caine follows me further into the crowd. Again he turns to face me as the chorus sounds across the club while we raise our hands in the air in unison. "You are...a cinema, I could watch you forever, action...thriller, I could watch you for-e-ever," Caine and I sing aloud even though no one can hear us over the radiantly loud sound system. I can not believe he's dancing with me right now. He is simply incredible, he even looks like he's having fun, just when I thought there was nothing else he could do to surprise me. While Caine doesn't dance as well as Jules, or myself for that matter, he can hold his own. His presence with me on the dance floor speaks more volumes than any words to me, he knows this. We move our bodies in time to the music as I recollect him singing this to me for the first time. His voice protected from aging could rival the best of professional singers, it's enrapturing and soothing. As the track comes to a close my paragon glances back to Princess Deva.
"I have to make final arrangements with Princess Deva. Will you be staying much longer?"
"I was hoping to find a fresh meal tonight," I suggest as we make our way back to the table.
"I understand, would you like me to stay or shall I escort the princess to her lodgings?"
Master Reeve has returned to the table and Dante is bobbing his head to something other than what's actually being heard by everyone else. "I'd like you to stay, aren't you hungry?" I pick up my glass and finish it off.
"I suppose I could go for a bite," he smiles at his novice pun and I smile back. "See anything you like?" Caine and I redirect our attention back to the room full of warm, heaving bodies.
"I thought I did until you interrupted me."
"Are you complaining? It appeared to me you were quite enjoying yourself with Princess Deva."
"I just didn't know this was a business meeting or else I wouldn’t have been looking in the first place."
"Two birds one stone Silas. You go find something appetizing and I'll meet you in your room; I must go give directions to the Princess."
"Yes sir." As I answer Caine is already making his way back to her and leaving me to do what I do best.
Tuning out the raging bass and voices of those around me I take my time to pick out my flavor of the night. If Caine is hungry I get to pick out at least two selections, I wonder how hungry he is? Jules is certainly working up a sweat tonight, I wish he wasn't so irritable this evening, I wouldn't mind another dance or two with him.
As I think about this I come to the realization that dancing with Jules would probably be the quickest way to pick up a few bitches. Not that I think of women as bitches in general but if she won't be living to see tomorrow why bother with semantics in the first place.
I make my way back over to Jules being sure to graze a few women on the way as obviously as possible without sexually harassing them outright. Grabbing the attention of more than one female in the room I catch Jules attention again and he seems more than interested in escaping his current dance partner. I grab his hand and pull him a few steps away to dance where we have enough room for our elbows. When the beat drops to a Knife Party remix of Save the World and on queue Jules and I dance like we were in a trap music video, popping our shoulders as synchronous waves flow through our torsos. To anyone watching it would appear we've practiced a thousand times before. Which may or may not be an exaggeration. I glance around and make sure to grab the eyes of a few onlookers trying to determine who may be alone or on a girl's night with her bestie, and who's too inebriated to remember how to say no. Turning to face Jules I mouth to him that this will be my last dance. He closes his eyes and shakes his head in time to the music without missing a beat with his hips. Too bad he's such a prude when it comes to experimenting with men. I envision ways he could put some of those moves to good use in the bedroom while finishing out the song.
Another heavy bass hit starts to play as I swagger up to another young hot thing who's had her eye on  Jules and I since we started dancing together. Jules moves onto another dance partner, this time a brunette who's skirt with a slit to the top leaves nothing to the imagination.
"Wanna have some fun?" I ask the girl straddling my thigh making sure to have my mouth close enough that she can feel my hot breath on her ear.
She nods her head rather than attempting to scream a response in the deafening roar of No Beef by Afrojack and Steve Aoki. After removing ourselves from the center of moshing bodies I ask her who she came with this evening. Further inquiry leads me to discover she was with two other ladies one of whom already went home with someone else. The young gal's name is Carrie and her friend still in the club somewhere is Sylvia. I tell Carrie to go find Sylvia and to meet me at the table where Dante is now searching the room, probably for me.
I go back to the table and Dante stands as I approach, "hey Silas I'm so sorry. I guess I was a little to eager to loosen up tonight." He grabs my hand and pulls me in for a bro hug.
"It's all good man, it's a strong drink." I let him off the hook. "Hey Caine and I are going to entertain a few ladies in the back, are you staying until we go?"
"Come on Silas, can't we just have a fun night without you indulging your dark whims? Please, not tonight."
"Dante you could have been dancing with me all night. You had your chance and I really want this right now, besides Caine is expecting me, he's hungry too."
"Whatever Silas, I'm going to just go dance up some strange then."
"Do what you want man. Can you keep an eye on Jules while you're out there? I don't really feel like having to explain myself if he tries to follow us."
"Just tell him you're 'tappin dat ass,' I'm sure he's not going to give you a hard time about getting laid."
"Maybe but please, just keep an eye out, okay?"
Dante throws his hands in the air as he walks back out to the dance floor. I spy Caine standing at the entrance to the hall leading to the back rooms and he shrugs wondering why I'm taking so long. I scan the immediate vicinity as Carrie appears once again giggling with a blonde in tow.
"This is the guy I was telling you about, hot isn't he?" Yup, she's had enough to drink.
"Oh my God yes!" She squeals obnoxiously, "hey stranger."
"My name is Silas, nice to meet you Sylvia, wanna get laid tonight?" I ask rather boldly but I don't have time for being charming, Caine is waiting.
"I don't know, are you sure you have enough to go around?" The addition to the party looks me up and down as she speaks.
"Even if I don't I'm sure my companion will be willing to partake..."my voice trails off as I gesture back towards Cain who, again, is persistently ogling his phone.
"The young guy texting?"
"He is not as young as you would think, but he's very suave behind closed doors, what do you say sweetheart?"
"Ah, he called me sweetheart!" She exclaims back to Carrie.
"I know! And what's your name handsome?"
"My name is Silas and my gentleman friend is Lord Sebastian." I take Carrie's hand and arm in arm the amorous duo follow me to where Caine is standing.
"Why do you call him Lord Sebastian, is he like royalty or something?"
"Something like that, personally I call him Caine, but to everyone else it's most respectful to call him Lord Sebastian. However if you should prefer to call him something else I think he may make an exception, for tonight anyway." I turn to wink at the girls.
"Sir, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, would you like anything else?"
"Hey Lina....again, um, ladies, would you like a drink, anything you want, it's on me?"
"Sure, whatever you suggest..."Carrie and Sylvia seem to agree on this note and I ask Lina to bring two fruity cocktails and another regular to room three.
"Good evening ladies," Caine looks at me as he greets them with formal handshakes and a smile in my direction. "It's a pleasure to have your company." He finally moves his glance in their direction.
"Um, good evening....Lord?"They giggle again.
"Please, call me Sebastian. Is there anything we're still waiting for or shall we go have some fun?" Caine is still so formal it seems even when he's trying to pick up club sluts, this makes me want to giggle.
"Lina, the waitress from earlier, will be bringing our drinks to the room, lead the way My Lord." I gesture dramatically enticing further humor from Carrie and Sylvia.
Caine leads the way down the remodeled hall to a door on the end that seems out of place being the same old door. With no key Caine unlocks and enters the private room. I step aside letting the ladies enter first. Inside is a desk with a phone, a bed with dark-colored satin sheets and an easy-to-clean faux-leather couch. I drop my keys on the desk and immediately lay back on the mattress closing my eyes briefly. With so many changes it's nice to relax in a familiar environment. I pull a lighter from my front pocket and open my eyes to the recessed lights as I hear Caine pick up the phone and dial only a few digits. He is so on top of things, guess he is in a hurry for the night to be over, which means no snuggling for me, whatever...
I sit up and pull my nearly empty pack of smokes from my back pocket and motion for the girls to take a seat on the couch while we wait for our drinks. They sit so close to one another I can tell they are apprehensive.
"So, are you like best friends or what?" Sylvia asks courageously as I place my things on the desk saving them for later.
"I'll ring you again when we're done." Caine speaks into the receiver.
"Something like that," I answer her trying to pull their attention away from the obvious phone call.
"Well, how do you know each other?" Sylvia pries further.
"Lord Sebastian is my partner." An awkward stillness surfaces as I inform the ladies further. "Yes, I like to fuck him too, but as he's not gay and neither am I we can not completely fulfill each other's needs, hence the two of you this evening."
"Wait, so you like him, like really like him, in….that way?" She beckons the obvious response. So typical, ditzy bitches who want a show, of course my word isn't good enough to quell their concerns.
Used to the typical response from evening entertainment Caine hangs up the phone and approaches me as there is a knock on the door. Turning his attention away from me once more he replies, "come in."
The door opens and Lina has returned again with more drinks, " as you requested sir." She sets the serving tray on the desk, "will there be anything else from me tonight?"
"No, ma'am thank you." Caine responds.
"Have a good evening gentleman, you can settle your bill with the bartender." She finally takes her leave and Caine glances at the tray quickly taking notice at the lack of a glass of water.
"I'm sorry, I forgot," I try to defend myself but I did not forget, I neglected the water because I didn't want to be forced later to drink it. Caine sighs nonchalantly and returns his attention to the ladies.
"Oh wait!" I exclaim opening the door once again. "Lina!" I call out.
Lina turns back in my direction and I motion her back to the room before rummaging through the desk for a pen and paper.
"Yes sir?"
"Hold on a minute." I scramble a few of my favorite tracks on the note paper and pass it to Lina waiting, "can you please give this to the DJ?"
"Yes sir, as you request," she nods her head and again takes her leave.
I close and lock the door behind her.
"So..." Sylvia now seems more interested in the situation than Carrie.
"So what?" I shoot back.
"So how close are you? You and umm, lord....Sebastian, sorry, how close exactly are you and Sebastian?" She asks.
Caine and I exchange a private smile and I push him back onto the edge of the bed. With an audience he falters not at my intrepid approach. I eye our "ladies" from the corner of my eye as I take Caine's head in my hands while kneeling over his pose and kiss him deeply. He closes his eyes at the touch of my lips and pushes back harder than I expect and I place one foot back onto the floor and grasp him more tightly to keep myself up against him rather than tumble backwards. I can feel Sylvia and Carrie's stare as further we deepen our embrace. Mmph, he tastes like cinnamon. I can feel myself harden as I momentarily forget our onlookers.
Caine pulls his mouth from mine and I rest my forehead against his as I hear my requests start to play on the overbearing sound system.
"Silas." I open my eyes as he glances to Sylvia and Carrie with dropped jaws gawking in our direction.
I smile and rise to my feet hoping that our display was satisfying enough to convince them of an earnest attempt to lay them in order to quench our desires. Sylvia is the first to stand and takes my side as we sway close to one another to the beat of Simon Curtis's Flesh. I know, I know, not the best club music but the song drips with sexuality and not so innocently makes just about anyone want to fuck the person next to them, especially if that someone is me.
I wrap my arms around her and slowly unzip the back of her dress as provocatively as I can while still swaying to the beat. I glance over and Caine has taken a seat next to Carrie who now has her tongue so far down his throat I'm sure Caine is trying not to gag. Good thing he doesn't need to breathe.
Returning my attention to Sylvia I pull down the shoulders of her attire and kiss her tenderly on the collar. Her dress drops to the floor and she steps out of its ankle grip and kicks it aside. Underneath she wears a matching lacy set of undergarments a shade of purple that I would fail to try and name. This time it is she who takes a bold move and pushes me back onto the bed. I lay back and again close my eyes willing her to take of my clothes and blow me. No such luck. She begins to pull off my button-down shirt over my head and I feel compelled to show her how buttons work. I start undoing the buttons to my shirt as she unhinges her bra for me. Well at least I didn't have to work for that. I roll over and move her with me in one swift motion so now it is she who is on her back. I now kiss her more aggressively as she fumbles with my zipper. Reaching down to aid in her endeavor I have my pants and everything else off in less than a minute while never parting my lips from hers.
I hear Carrie moan and I look over to find Caine's hand up her skirt. Damn, it turns me on to watch him making a chick wet.
"Hey Tiger, back here," Sylvia grasps my chin and guides my focus back on her after catching me staring a little too long.
"Of course baby, I'm gonna make you scream my name in delight." I pour on the temptation and captivate her gaze. Moving my knees closer to her hips I reach down with both my hands and eyes and slide her colorful panties off her slender legs as she lifts them between my legs and up to my shoulders for sake of ease and enticement. If only she knew how much of a game this was to me.
"Oh yes," I respond to her gesture but really, to her ignorance, I'm focused on the music. Skrillex's remix of Red Lips gets me more into the moment and I feel my body flush with lust. Caine, not oblivious to the fact, asks me if I'm okay, which in turn provokes Carrie's concern of lack of focus from his attention to her.
"Um-hmm," I hum a response as my mouth is completely preoccupied with Sylvia's again. I run my tongue down her torso making my way to her waist line and she moans back encouragement. I part her legs in acquiesce and she places her feet on my shoulders. Parting her shaven lips between heated thighs I slowly run my tongue down to her clit and run circles around it's hood. Sylvia raises her hips from the bed to meet my advances and I plunge deeper into her steaming crevice, tugging at her extremities with my teeth and squeezing her hips. In anticipation she moans louder with excitement.
"Oh gods," Sylvia exclaims out loud. With Sylvia's excitement Caine senses Carrie's jealousy and begins to remove her clothes as well. I want so badly to look over and watch him convince her physically to turn her body over to him but resist the urge knowing distraction will only delay the inevitable end. Remembering a tip from a previous partner I try to spell the alphabet with my tongue on Sylvia's stiffened nub of the female hot spot. She bucks in pleasure and I take it as a sign I'm headed in the right direction. I must slow down to time my feast with Caine's and ask Sylvia to hold that thought as I go for my drink. I grab Sylvia's as well and pass it to her chugging down my entire glass I burp ungraciously before setting my glass down.
"Sorry, don't want it to get warm," I try to apologize without laughing as Sylvia giggles some more while sipping from her own glass. Again I glance over to Caine who's amazingly flawless body is now in a more horizontal position with Carrie, top off and pants pulled down enough to know he's not mid-foreplay anymore. I take Sylvia's unfinished glass from her mid sip and set it on a bedside table.
"Hey!" She responds but before she can utter another word I use my body to push her back down as I rub my cock up against her hot and sensitive parts. "Mm!" She moans loudly and I shake my head the strong taste of alcohol finally hitting the back of my throat. Without any further stalling I glide my stiffened cock into her quivering body feeling buzzed and wanting. I start pumping in and out of her slowly as the fuck track I requested blares through the closed door. Firebeatz's Max Ammo pulls in a steady rhythm before releasing a melodic symphony of anticipation and then ferocious tempos that coincide with invasive thrusts into her enthusiastic self. I begin pounding into her with greater speed and determination when the beat drops and once again my attention momentarily drifts to Caine. He is at the foot of the couch now on his knees with Carrie riding his hips with her back arched over the seat of the couch.
Holy fuck, that is so hot. I feel a surge of electricity pushing me back to that too familiar zone between self and...other self? Fuck I don't know what to call it, all I know is her pussy is dripping wet and hot and it feels so good pushing back up against me. I sway my head back and rotate my hips in time to the agile rhythm spinning me in a high of lust and craving desire for flesh. I feel myself gaining speed to orgasmic peak when the track slows and I try to time my body's motion with it knowing it will take Caine longer than I to get off. Up and down Carrie bounces on his lap and I can see Caine's feet flex as he stiffens his muscles in sexual pleasure pushing him up onto his toes while licking her abdomen. My mouth waters in desire as again the beat slows and grows with it's own pulse teasing my senses closer and closer to the brink. Sylvia's head is thrown back and her eyes closed so that she doesn't notice my lack of attention, not that she would suspect from my rocking hips against her own in time with the music. I lean forward onto my palms and suddenly realize how much of a mistake that was. I feel my body tighten and close my eyes again to hold back the change. Just hold on a little longer. I swirl my tongue around her nipple and try to convince my body to do as my mind wants but I'm too excited. I can already anticipate my reward at the end and finally I hear Caine moan, our own secret queue that I can finally let go. With this new position I'm hitting all the right places as Sylvia lets me know vocally with no words. Grunting and cock pulsing I thrust my weight into her baring down my hips with no mercy.
No longer with any thoughts holding me back I twist my back accompanying waves of both pleasure and discomfort. I feel myself cumming inside her but am deeply distracted as once again I feel my insides tearing apart. Sylvia with eyes still closed does call out my name as she contracts around my swollen cock. Mid-orgasm she looks up to see my disfigured form still thrusting into her and the screams that were expressing intense enjoyment only seconds ago begin to turn to screams of panic and fear. Before her frightful cries can be heard to anyone outside the room I clasp my jaws around her throat and in one swift move rip her vocal chords along with the entirety of her throat from her spasming corpse. I lessen my thrusts as my own orgasm dissipates and her body slowly goes limp with me still inside of her. I jerk my hips to shake off the last of the sexual sensation and pull out turning my attention to my aggravated hunger.
Taking a step back I sense the foot of the bed and bow my head avoiding slipping off the edge. Looking back over I know my timing was perfect as I see Caine hungrily sucking the wrist of a semi-conscious Carrie on the couch eyes glaring back at me watching my every move. I delve back into the body I so tenderly enticed only just before with a ravenousness that will only quell with a full stomach. I bite into the tender flesh just below her ribs pulling out feet of intestine with my dripping canines and savor every gulp. Moving my hindquarters to the right I step back again grabbing her upper leg in my teeth with a crushing force that it unhinges at the hip. I jerk my head away from her torso trying to pull off the limb but it refuses to break free on my first attempt. I yank again feeling the force on my teeth and making my jaw ache. Still Caine watches on, now stroking his own swollen member enjoying the surreal uninhibited time with me. His eyes are consumed with a shiny black that shows me how in the moment he is. Finally her leg rips free and I drag her limb over to Caine. I sit at his feet and drop the warm appendage at his feet and gnaw on the skin and bone. The leg keeps rolling further from me and I use my paw to hold it in place. I rip off a hunk of muscly tissue and hack at it with several bites trying to make the mouthful easier to swallow as the door is pushed in suddenly with a loud thud.
Caine immediately drops Carrie's arm and rises to his feet at the sudden intrusion and pulls up his trousers.
"What the fuck?!?" Jules stands in the doorway eyes wide in disbelief. I'm aware at his presence only briefly before my ambitions bring me back to my feast. Resuming my meal I tear another piece off of Sylvia's lower limb.
"Jules, wait." Caine puts his hands up to defend our actions.
""Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck? Oh my God this is not happening!" Jules is borderline hysteria as he shouts into the room. Jules gawks at my unraveling amusement  as I disregard the interruption and continue chewing. He gasps for breath not seeming to grasp the entire situation.
"Silas!" Caine's voice prompts me to cease what I'm doing and pay attention. I regretfully clamber to my feet and adhere to Caine's every movement waiting for further instruction.
"I mean seriously! What the fuck? I thought we were coming here to dance and have some fun, I can't even comprehend what's happening right now!" Dante is standing just behind Jules very apologetic from the concerned look on his face.
"Jules if you just give me a minute I can explain."
"Explain what? Why your pants are down while Silas is eating his dance partner? This is fucked up man, I did not sign up for this shit!"
"Jules please, shut the door and sit down and we can talk. You don't need to shout."
"Sit where? On her lap, or her dismembered body?" Jules motions toward Carrie and Sylvia.
Behind the guys I see Mike approaching the room in a hurry, "guys, please, can you keep it down, you're attracting the attention of our customers."
Taking Mike's arrival on scene as the end of any chance at Caine and I resuming our alone time I try to will myself to shift back to a bipedal form.
"Mike, I'm sorry," Caine continues, "you know we try to be quiet." Caine's confidence wavers as he is caught in such a vulnerable position.
"Whatever My Lord, just please take care of this." Mike backs away from the room to back a number of onlookers wondering what the commotion is as I struggle to shift in such an awkward presence.
Jules and Dante enter the room completely and Dante closes the door softly behind them trying not to draw any more attention.
"Okay, what? What could you possibly have to say that could defend your actions? Is this what you do? Bait and prey on innocent young women at clubs or bars or whatever? Is this what you and Silas do when you're off alone all the time?" Jules rants on and on, to be honest I'm somewhat tuning him out, it's getting on my nerves, he has fucked up what was turning out to be a perfect night with Caine. I wonder how long I can hold a grudge against him for it.
"Jules please calm down." Caine asks calmly buying some time for me to step in and defend him.
"Calm down? Are you joking right now?"
Caine looks towards me hurrying to put some clothes back on inconspicuously but evidentially to no avail. I look up at Caine and shrug wide-eyed. What does he want me to say, he brought Jules into our home, he was sure to figure out sooner or later.
"Jules it's not all the time you know?" Dante steps up and attempts to defend us. "It's just you know, they have to feed too, just like us but....different?"
"Not on humans, this is wrong! For so many reasons, why? Why do you do this?" Jules throws his anger towards Caine and I once again.
"Jules, my kind has preferably fed on humans for as long as I know. You're making this out to be way worse than it appears. Why do you think Mike, the club owner, played it off so easily?"
"Because he's friends with Silas, because...you know what I don't really care right now. All I can think of is the fact that there are two dead bodies in this room and none of you seem the least bit fazed with the fact." Jules meets the eye of each of us in the room as he speaks, each of us who in return exchange glances with each other in a mutual understanding. "And no offense," Jules continues, "My Lord, when you feed or whatever it is you want to call it you don't leave dismembered bodies behind, I think the world would take notice at a trail of dead exsanguinated bodies left about."
Caine hangs his head at Jules' ignorance of what really goes on amongst the entirety of the  vampire kindred. As I secure the last buttons of my shirt I pick up his shirt and waistcoat and pass them over along with his belt.
"Jules I asked Dante to keep an eye on you for just this reason," I speak calmly giving Caine time to redress, "I knew you wouldn’t understand," I shrug, "but fine, since you insist on fucking up my remainder of an evening, let's talk. By all means you're right, what we are doing is wrong and deserves an explanation." Both Dante and Jules are staring patiently as I attempt to reconcile our differences of lifestyle. "I like it... I know it's wrong but honestly? I don't give a fuck. It's that simple, take it or leave it. Either way since I don't see me getting back to my meal any time soon I'm gonna head home, good luck finding a ride." After I finish my rant in Jules' face I obnoxiously bump into him as I leave the room with Caine just a step behind.
Caine approaches Jules before leaving with me, "Just so you know, vampires leave behind lifeless bodies all the time, we hire private clean-up crews to take care of our mess." With that remark Caine picks his phone and my keys following me down the hall.
"Yes, the room's clear now." Caine speaks into his phone letting them know it's time to clean up our mess. Jules and Dante stand at the door to room three watching us leave but I don't turn back. 'Jules needed to know' I tell myself. This may not have been the way, and I will probably regret it later but he needed to know, he would have found out eventually anyway. I can't believe this is how my evening ended. Worst part? I'm still hungry.