Silas

Chapter 4

To my audience- this story was intended for personal outlet. Inside me rages a beastial lust that I feel must be transcribed lest it fade and wither in time. Please comment any suggestions, any at all, for me to have faith in seeing this through. Thank you for reading, if you have any scifi romantic dramas of your own feel free to point them out via comment and I will certainly take time to let my mind wander from the keyboard. Without further adieu let's see where Silas ends up tonight, brace yourself, more smut ahead....

I retrieved the bottle of Apothic Crush I had let chill for the dinner and returned to the lavish dining room. I first poured Caine's glass before offering to the rest of the table. Lady Benita was the only other to take the offer and I poured her a glass as well before serving myself and taking my seat beside Caine.
The table continued their political conversations and snob musings of other highly regarded vampiric persons of which I had no interest. I only joined the dinner because Caine had insisted that as his partner it would be acceptable and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. This evening I had served escargot followed by caprese salad. The majority in attendance, well all but myself, had no use for the nutritional value in the meal I served and therefore most of the plates remained untouched. The few that had indulged in the customary appearance of appreciation for the meal served had mainly just moved the food around on their plates and licked clean their utensils. I glanced over at the dish in front of Caine and took note that he had in fact taken a bite or two at least.
Trying my best to keep my nose out of a conversation I well knew that I was not included in, I delved into my portion. I had prepared the meal myself and relished in the freshest of ingredients that had been so carefully assembled into the perfect light meal. The mozzarella melted on my tongue with juices from the well-ripened tomatoes coating my pallet in a memorable summer feel of elegance. I chewed slowly knowing that the meal was more for show than sustenance. Gulping down every bite on my plate, while tolerated, would be frowned upon by his 'friends.' I was starving to be completely frank but it would be no excuse for poor mannerisms suited to this elite group that had been patiently tolerating my presence.
"I have to say, Lord Sebastian, I am quite impressed with the social graces displayed by your pet." Lady Benita piped up all to obviously. At her remark I gently released my utensils to reside along the edge of my plate. Here it comes, another arrogant back handed compliment was sure to follow. "You seem to have him well trained." ….and there it is. I'm not a fucking dog.
"Lady Benita, Silas is more than capable, of course, of displaying the same sense of dignity and refinement of anyone else here entirely of his own accord. It would please me quite completely if you would show him the same regard you would show any other guest." Caine steps in to cover for me yet again ignoring the small rouse of snickers from the rest of the table.
"Silas,…" she paused her retort, making sure to have my full attention, "how do you find yourself amongst such generous company? From what I understand you are nothing more than a self-entitled in servitude to a gracious Lord."
"My Lady, Silas is not in servitude to anyone," Caine speaks before I can muster the words I wish I had the courage to speak aloud to such a..., "He has more than paid for his freedom financially and in good faith. In fact, even after paying off any possible penance owed he insisted on remaining by my side. I hold him in equivalence to any other good company and would respect if you would do the same."
Another round of snickering and smiles from the remainder of those present arises and I bow my head in defeat. There is no reasoning with such stubborn aristocrats. I raise my head and take note of those trying to stifle their disgust and humor in the confrontation by sipping their glasses and wiping their lips of remnants of food never eaten. As I discreetly survey the table Lord Davenmore, the host of this evening's gathering is silently staring in my direction. I glance to Caine and back to Lord Davenmore who has not removed his most amused glare. Not wanting to draw any more attention to myself I again look down at my half eaten dinner.
"Very well Lord Sebastian. Silas?" I raise my head to meet her degrading gaze again, "So, what is it that you do that has left you so financially secure so to say; Do you work for a living or what? I mean really, what can a captured lycan possibly be good at?" She holds up her index finger to protest Caine's reply as she continues, "Do you have any talents, aside from begging and ripping apart flesh with your teeth?"
The laughter at this point is no longer even attempted to be hidden but instead erupts from the table like a held back sneeze. I feel a tightness grow in my stomach and suddenly find the food in front of me no longer appetizing. I survey the table and again Lord Davenmore is giving me this eerie glance and seems to not even hear the conversation taking place.
"I owned and managed a nightclub for a short time," returning my attention to Lady Benita, "mainly catering to those with supernatural qualities. The investment paid off quite well and upon the sale of the establishment I was left with a significant amount of funds in order to pay off my debt as well as that of my wife. As far as abilities other than that which benefit me in a personal way I'm quite efficient in algebraics, cooking, mechanics and repair, construction, organization, problem solving, adaptability and your favorite... delegation, if the situation warrants such. I can milk a cow, pluck a chicken, program an application, complete tax forms, rewire a home, converse fluently in Spanish and American sign language as well as follow French, but with close consultation I'm certain I will soon have that down as well. If needed I can change the brakes on a car as well as a flat tire; I can change a diaper while making a business call, write poetry and defend Caine's life with my own. If I'm to follow your criticism and stereotypes I can also change my physique to resemble a wolf and murder my own kind, as well as beg and roll-over. As you accused Lady Benita, I am 'well-trained,' and for your information I'm very good at following directions. May I please be excused?" I look to Caine for acknowledgment who's expression reflects boredom and irritation.
Caine nods his head without meeting my gaze and I rise from my seat at a silent table. I'm certain that everyone's attention is on me despite averting my eyes from the nearest exit... save one last glance in Lord Davenmore's direction as I remove myself from the table and push in my chair. Lord Davenmore meets my glance and locks eyes with me for an uncomfortable length of time as I make my way to the hall to the kitchen. I finally break free of his confident smile of silence amidst a room of whispers and take leave.
Fucking psychopath. Does he know something I'm not privy to? Did Caine tell him something about me? He probably thinks the entire situation is hilarious and allowed Caine to invite me merely for their amusement. I should have never joined them at the table. I should have kept my mouth shut. Fucking pompous assholes. I'm certain Caine will have words with me later about my less than dignified rebuttal to Lady Benita. Maybe next time he will leave me at home.
I take the cutting board and knives to the sink and turn on the hot water. Keeping myself busy will hopefully distract from the conversation. Some music would be a good way to tune out. I take my phone from my pocket and open Pandora. Scrolling through the list of stations I find nothing of interest and switch over to youtube instead. I put on a playlist of some of the more lyrical tunes I had saved and turn the screen off to reserve the battery on my phone. I set it on the edge of a spice rack and get to cleaning, scrubbing dishes to the beat of Centuries by Fall Out Boy.
Elbows deep in lettuce bits and soapy bubbles I sing aloud softly. They will remember me, that's for sure, even if it is just for a laugh. Cocky mother fuckers, if it weren't for the enslavement of my kind half of them wouldn’t even be here. Why do they insist on rubbing my nose in their superiority.
A hand suddenly appears in my peripheral vision and makes contact with the cupboard next to my head with a jarring thud. Caught completely off guard I stand straight up and a small startled gasp escapes my lungs. I regain my composure just as quickly before another hand slides its way across the opposite side of my neck and instinctually I know it isn't Caine. I try to breathe slowly and guess who is behind me as my heart races at being startled. Whomever I behind me has a scent unfamiliar.
"Enjoyable performance, Silas. It was quite amusing to see Lady Benita told off like that," as the deep voice behind me speaks his fingers slide further across my neck and slightly tilt back my head, "that bitch is always trying to find fault in anyone she is able." His voice is dark and confident reflecting a sense of seduction despite the actual words being spoken so closely into my ear. Whomever it is sounds like a predator provoking it's prey.
My skin is crawling but as much as I want to turn around and face the man so boldly touching me I also have a sinking feeling that it could be Lord Davenmore. I'm not quite sure how I would react if I did turn around and it was him, nor do I know exactly how I even feel about the situation at the moment. Before I have anymore time to consider my reaction the decision is made for me as the hand on the cupboard swiftly reaches over and grabs my forearm and spins me around. I lean back against the sink and put my hands down on the edge of the counter becoming aware of the shock on my face as I look back into eyes of the Lord Davenmore I had suspected.
"Hm, cooking, changing diapers and cleaning, eh? Seems you quite enjoy pursuing the feminine roll at home." His smile broadens with my anger. How dare he? I'm not feminine, what a deuche bag.
Even my thoughts silenced as he pushes his chest against mine, pinning me between the sink and an escape. His cool lips press against my own and I inhale the scent of cigarettes and a body spray that uncomfortably arouses me and I close my eyes only briefly before he pulls away.
As hard as I try not to I feel my cheeks flush against my control. Lord Davenmore turns from me and walks to the kitchen island and leans back while taking out a pack of smokes and a lighter from his pocket, still with that confident smirk on his face. He lights his cigarette and puts the lighter on the counter behind him as he takes a long drag.
"Not too bad for a lycan," he smirks releasing clouds of smoke from his lips with each word.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sebastian tells me you're the only one for him. He speaks very highly of your relationship and your....abilities." Lord Davenmore looks me over as he speaks the last word of his sentence. "So far I would have to agree."
"I didn't know you were that close."
"Sebastian and I go way back Silas, before you were ever introduced. I have heard much about you over the years. It's a shame we haven't met sooner."
A moment of silence falls on the room as the song ends on my phone and Lord Davenmore's eyes and my own are once again locked in an extensively long glare. After what seems a significant amount of time he pulls another drag from his cigarette, still without averting his gaze.
I grasp at what to say next and as the words form on my tongue and I finally open my mouth to speak Lord Davenmore beats me to it, "wanna fuck?"
No sooner do the words spill from his lips then another song starts aloud and I turn my head for a second trying to comprehend everything that has happened in the last five minutes. My attention taken away for only a moment as Major Lazer's Jet Blue Jet started playing. Without missing the beat, Lord Davenmore's body is back against mine as he sways his hips in a provocative manner against mine as he continues smoking. At first I am inclined to resist but Lord Davenmore is rather easy on the eyes and I suddenly find myself yearning for his carnal advance. His emerald green eyes fixed on me waiting for my undivided attention. He flicks his unfinished smoke into the sink half filled with water and reaching around me turns off the spigot as the butt disappears beneath the bubbles.
"Okay," I mumble feebly pressing back up against him and matching his sway as I pull my button down shirt over my head and grab his waist as he removed his own shirt. What am I doing? I don't even know this guy, what will Caine think? His abs are perfectly chiseled and skin the color of a milky caramel iced coffee, quite contrary to the vampire stereotype. I feel the pressure below as my pants tighten making visible my own arousal.
Lord Davenmore grabs my ass with both hands and lifts me onto the edge of the island while locking lips with mine, this time teasing me with his tongue before pulling away to tug down his trousers low enough for his cock to spring free from it's restricted clothing. I reach down and furtively undo my belt and open my pants as he pulls them down over my hips and pushes my shoulder back forcing me to put my weight on my palms against the cool counter. Simultaneously he used his other hand to lift my right knee higher toward my chest. Pressing up against me I hold my breath and close my eyes waiting for the dry forceful entry of his sizable member but it is my mouth that has fingers shoved inside instead. I open my eyes and swirl my tongue around his fingers, salivating with relief at the gesture, as he narrows his eyes with a devious smirk. I feel him leaning up against my nethers, pulsing with further arousal at the stimulation of my tongue on his fingertips. Dropping his forehead against my chest he takes is moistened fingers down to my entrance and slides along the opening wetting me down to ease the approaching discomfort. He lifts his gaze to mine again and the track again changes, this time to Purple Lamborghini, a Skrillex mix as he moves against me. Grinding his hips against mine working my excitement up before sliding his cock into my tight ass. I throw my head back and push myself toward him encouraging him to fuck me harder, the initial pain exciting me in the best of ways. Lord Davenmore pulls my hips over the edge of the counter further onto him but still leaving me against the island for balance. I squeeze my legs around his hips and let out an uninhibited moan.
"Shhh," his vocality reminds me we are only a short distance from the dining room. Assuredly Cain is already aware of what I'm doing as my physical excitement is too strong a sensation to try and keep hidden. I quickly put a hand over my mouth to reassure him of my acknowledgement, not wanting anyone else to wander in the room.
Lord Davenmore crouches down a short bit for a better angle and gestures for me to put my arms around his neck which I do with one arm, pulling his head closer to mine giving me access to his sweet lips as he bounces me up and down on his hips. The music intensifies and so do his thrusts. I keep one hand on the top of the counter and push away shoving myself down onto him harder and he pushes back and we get a rapid rhythm in sync to the beat of the music. I hear wave after wave of lyrics and close my eyes concentrating on every in and out of his cock as I lunge my tongue far into his mouth tasting the ashiness of his cigarette. He breaks away from our kiss and throws my right leg onto his shoulder keeping rhythm he takes my erection into his free hand while I bite my lip to keep from moaning again. I concentrate on every in and out movement, him pushing against all the right places deep inside me as he drools a stream of saliva down onto my cock. Licking his lips he brings his eyes back up to mine and pumps my length with the same rhythm of his thrust. 'Ain't no mercy,' seems quite the appropriate lyric to the pounding Lord Davenmore is giving me at the moment.
Again, I close my eyes and drift into the waves of physical pleasure flowing through to my extremities. My arm begins to feel weak trying to hold my weight off the counter and I start to shake in anticipation of release, my balance waivers. Seeing my struggle Lord Davenmore sweeps my arm out from under me and I fall back against the surface of the counter abruptly, knocking into a jar of utensils that he pushes out of the way as I wrap both my legs around him. I hold my breath for a second as I wait for the loud clang of the jar hitting the floor but it never comes. Looking over I see the jar balancing on the edge of what I know recognize as a rather sturdy build counter. He uses his foot to open a cabinet beneath the island and steps onto the bottom shelf, readjusting his angle with my position. Lord Davenmore continues to thrust and pull on me relentlessly as Burial plays on my phone. I'm lost in a sea of lust, the slipperiness of his hands and his conquering smile mix in an overwhelming sensation as I feel myself coming to climax. I grit my teeth and try to stare back but the intensity is too much for my buzzed mind to handle. I lay my head back on the counter and squeeze him with my thighs as he increases his intensity yet again. Jesus fuck this guy knows how to handle a cock. I tighten my ass around his member as I feel my abs tighten and my back arches sending me over the edge. Lord Davenmore moves his hand over my head and massages my tip preventing cum from jutting all over the counter and himself as I sit back up abruptly wanting to feel him again against my chest.
I throw myself into a passionate kiss with this creature that has taken me without warning. He pulls me further down onto himself as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him so deeply and without relent I forget to breathe. Lord Davenmore's hips continue to drill into me as he freverantly battles my tongue for the small space between us. I shiver from my shoulders down as my climax fades and am forced to pull away to catch my breath. After only a few short moments later he dramatically slows his pace, pushing his head to my shoulder and jerkingly getting off inside me with a grunt of his own.
My body coming off of the intense adrenaline rush I try to take deep calming breaths and relax so he can remove himself without causing me further discomfort. His member softens slightly as he slowly pulls away putting his hands on the counter to my sides. He looks deep into my eyes for a moment, looking for what I'm not sure. Lord Davenmore takes a step back and regains composure almost immediately. Shuffling over to the sink he turns the faucet back on and washes his hands before pulling a warm rag from the dissipating bubbles and wiping himself clean. My breathing now deep and shallow I realize silence has once again fallen on the room.
Lord Davenmore rinses off the rag in the running water and passes it over for me to do the same. I take the rag from him as I take note of the overwhelming smell of our activities in the quiet kitchen. Lord Davenmore readjusts his clothing to look presentable and takes the rag back from me and throws it over his shoulder back into the sink before reaching out his hand to help me down from the counter. Not needing his assistance but appreciating the gesture I take his hand and with a tug toward him I find myself on my feet again only inches away from him.
"How about going for a drive?" Lord Davenmore asks as I pull my pants back on. He retrieves his lighter and lights another smoke.
"A drive?" I bend down to pick up both of our shirts and he takes his from my hand before I can fully stand.
"Yes, a drive... like in my car..." He eyes me up like it's the most obvious follow-up to an impromptu kitchen bang.
"Umm, maybe I should check on Caine."
"He will be fine, he has enough on his mind to worry about." As I ponder what could be so important that Caine wouldn't take notice of my absence, let alone his absence, Lord Davenmore makes his way out of the kitchen assuming I will follow.
"What about the dishes....and your guests?" I motion to the remaining dishes scattered about the kitchen.
"I will see to it that the mess is taken care of. As for the remainder of my guests, I don't give a damn what they do any more than they care about my interests. Are you coming or not?"
Fuck it, Caine hasn't bothered to check on me yet, if he doesn't want me to go I'm sure he would let me know. I retrieve my phone and shove it in my pocket while pulling my shirt back on. Just before eagerly chasing after him I reach over and push the utensil jar back to where it belongs. Eh, close enough.
I follow Lord Davenmore across his library and to the foyer. He turns to me to make sure I am following and opens the front door. I step outside and breathe in the warm summer air as crickets chirp across the vast lawn. In the circular driveway out front I take his stride, matching pace as he makes his way past the many vehicles of those who had arrived this evening. He approaches a white Dodge Challenger near the right wing of his elaborate McMansion and my heart again beats quickly at the sight of my dream car.
Rather than hopping in the driver seat Lord Davenmore approaches the passenger side of the car and I hang back silent and inquisitive.
"Wanna drive?" He asks, dangling the keys. No...fucking... way. "Come on, it's a nice night to put the windows down, what do you think?" He asks looking up to the starlit sky.  Well you don't have to ask me twice. My grin cannot be any wider as I walk toward the drivers door and he tosses me the keys. Oh my god, I'm about to sit in the driver's seat of the sexiest car of the decade.
I open the driver's door and sit down as slowly as possible, grinning all too obviously as I pull the door shut. Lord Davenmore takes the front passenger seat and puts on his seatbelt. Taking his queue I do the same and put the key in the ignition. As I turn the key I hear the engine come to life as the dashboard illuminates colorful LEDs that gleam of potential. I can't stop myself from pushing down on the accelerator slightly and watching the RPM jump on the dashboard.
"Nice?"
"Very nice."
I turn to face Lord Davenmore who smiles seductively in my direction. For a moment I wonder if it's all a dream, there is no way a man like him would be interested in my company and yet here he is leading me to adventure I only fantasized about.
"Here, what kind of music do you like?' He reaches over and slides his hand in my pocket and removes my phone. Before I respond he points out my cell battery is dead. "It's alright, I have music on my phone, name a song or whatever, I will find something to listen to that you enjoy."
"Anything is fine," I mumble again, thinking to myself how pathetic I sound. I can't put my finger on what or why but something about him enchants yet intimidates me.
"Like, techno and stuff right?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay, give me a minute, go ahead and adjust your seat and whatever."
I check the side and rearview mirrors and adjust them slightly and paw over the various knobs and buttons as I wait for Lord Davenmore to figure out a station for the drive.
"Do you like Arno Cost?"
"I'm not sure, I don't recognize the name. Maybe, put something on and I will let you know."
Lord Davenmore selects a song that I recognize after only a few beats and I nod my head in time to the beat. He looks forward and then back at me.
"You going to actually drive the car or just sit there all night in park?" He asks lightening the weight of intimidation his presence was exuding.
I smile again as I shift into gear and pull the car out the driveway. I'm certain he is quite humored by my enthusiasm but I'm not going to be bothered by it. For fucks sake I'm driving a challenger!
"Where are we going?" I stop at the gate to his residence and wait for direction.
"Uhh," he hesitates, glancing in either direction, "left." He shrugs as if he were merely guessing.
I shake my head thinking Lord Davenmore mustn't drive much without a GPS. Without questioning him I turn the wheel and pull out of the driveway. Double-checking the speed I accelerate to the legal limit and push the buttons to drop the side windows.
The cool night air fills the car with the scent of freshly mowed lawn and whips my shirt across my chest. I glance over at Lord Davenmore who is practically gawking at me with eyes wide.
"What?"
"Sebastian said you knew how to drive..."
"I do, what the fuck are you talking about? Am I doing something wrong?" As I prepare to defend myself I let back on the gas pedal and glance around the driver's seat for something I may have missed.
Lord Davenmore laughs quietly at my response, "I didn’t buy this car to do the speed limit Silas. Just drive. You wreck it you buy it though." I open my eyes wide thinking to myself fuck that, I don't have money to buy another car.
"I'm joking Silas," he laughs out loud seeing my expression. "This car is pocket change to me, put the pedal down, I asked if you wanted to drive, not cruise around town."
I let out a small laugh myself and shake my head at my naivety. Without hesitation I press my foot to the floor on the long straight of the road before me. Deeply inhaling the fresh wind I relax my posture gripping the wheel in my left hand, I squeeze the top of the shifter with excitement. A snarky smile plastered on my own face as I imagine a whole new level of coolness that I claim just being in the driver seat.
Lord Davenmore plays with the touchscreen display and accentuates the music to match the genre and jacks up the volume booming from the speakers. I feel the bass drop in my chest and glide over the rise and falls of the country road imagining the sexy car commercials on TV. After a few more minutes of graceful curves and hills I come up to an intersection. Easing up on the gas as I approach a stop sign I turn down the volume and ask which way I should turn.
"Uhh," again he glances in either direction and shrugs before turning his attention back to his phone to search for more music. My suspicions at a lack of plan confirmed he gives me the choice, "whichever way you want."
I choose to make a right hand turn this time but before I turn the volume back up Lord Davenmore inquires about the conversation from dinner.
"So what are your hobbies? Other than household shit and having sex with strangers what do you like to do?
I ponder the question, trying to think of an impressive response but reconsidering I resort to honesty.
"Well I like to drive for one, obviously. Umm, be with Caine? I would be with him all the time if I could, he makes me feel good... I like to dance... drink, I like to drink and party when Caine lets me. And...." I try to think of anything that could be a common interest but my mind only runs back to our kitchen encounter, "I like to fuck... a lot.' I smile. "Caine tries to keep up with my uhh, physical desires but I guess most people have a limit. I would fuck him all day if he would let me," I giggle out loud, "but he is very patient with me and makes sure I'm not left wanting. The thing is Caine's not gay, like, he isn't attracted to men in that way but he tolerates my advances. It's just complicated I guess." I'm don't know what else to say and fear that I may have already said more than Lord Davenmore cares to hear.
"Me too," I'm not quite sure what he means and choose to remain silent hoping he elaborates. "I'm not gay that is," he finally explains but now I'm even more curious. I continue to keep my mouth shut. Sometimes that's the best choice, especially when you don't want to sound like an idiot.
"Like you, Silas, I'm bi... I will pretty much stick my dick in anyone that will let me. Thankfully, being as I am, I don't really have to worry about disease and shit like that." As we continue talking Lord Davenmore continues to select tracks and never takes his eyes off his phone.
"Does Caine know that?" I ask, curious if I can get him to elaborate on their relationship.
"He does. Not that it should matter. It's not like he would ever be interested."
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Are you interested in him... in that way?"
"In what way? Like, do I want to have sex with him?" He asks rhetorically, "Of course I do, who wouldn't? He's wealthy, intelligent and quite honestly a genuinely attractive guy; But of course you already know that. I told you Silas, I have known Sebastian for a long time. It's you I'm interested in. Sebastian talks about you all the time but until this evening I've never been able to put a face to all the rumors I've heard."
"Rumors....what rumors?"
"Sebastian isn't the only one who's attention you have snared. Surely you must know he is not the only one dropping your name."
"Really? Who else talks about me within your circle of prestigious acquaintances?" I say this sarcastically knowing full well that the company he kept this evening has better things to talk about than myself.
"The guests I invited these evening Silas are not my friends, I'm not even closely acquainted to any of them other than Sebastian. Tonight's dinner was more or less a meeting to discuss Princess Deva's arrival. Did you honestly think I give a fuck about any of them? Even Sebastian is biting his tongue in there. We don't all have nightclubs given to us for being cool Silas; We work for our money as well. It's just more manipulating and bargaining to get what we want and a few of us are better at that than others."
"You mean you actually have friends? Could have fooled me."
Shaking his head he drops hints at the man who seems to have it all, "Yes Silas, I have friends. A few in fact who are more like you than myself. All the more reason I'm curious about you. Take the right up here, just past the brick house, I think you will like this road."
I do as he requests and meander the small road weaving through a collection of old farmhouses. This road? He must be joking, how boring. I look out all the windows searching the night for something he would consider interesting I may be missing. A barn, a fence, a few cows sleeping near a water trough. I look back at Lord Davenmore quizically to see if his attention is elsewhere.
"Just over the hill," he nods over the dashboard. I continue to wind through tight curves that prevent me from going very fast and make my way up the side of a never ending accent. As I drive the song ends and Lord Davenmore puts on another song I have enjoyed before, Mammoth, a Dimitri Vegas and Like Mike hit. The song starts off slow and quiet and builds anticipation as the notes climb higher and higher.
Like the song I find myself nearing the top of the hill... make that mountain at this point. As I accelerate over the crest the road beneath me opens to a long, straight drop. The cluttered homes and trees just stop and the whole world seems fall away from the other side of the mountain. Indeed we had climbed quite far and the rolling hills before me descend like a fading acoustic wave. The road I'm traveling shows no bends ahead but instead a steady rise and fall over each subsequent hill. Off in the distance a small towns' lights beacon on an otherwise isolated landscape.
"Wow," I softly remark as I brake the car, taking in the scene before me. Lord Davenmore pauses the radio and no longer has a phone in hand. He tells me to turn off the interior lights which I do, flooding the car in darkness. My eyes adjust fairly quickly with the moonlight seeping in and save for the distant town the cars headlights are the only light for miles around from my point of view.
"Now the headlights," I reach for the keys to turn off the car but Lord Davenmore pulls my hand back to stop me and points to the headlight knob on the lower left hand side of the controls.
"What if another car comes?" I don’t want to have another vehicle careen into us in the dark.
"Don't worry about that, it's nearly a full moon tonight, where we are they will see us, trust me."
I hesitate briefly but really want to do as he asks, I really want to see what he sees. I swallow my fear and turn the knob. The illumination of the road cuts away and my eyes again adjust to the sudden lack of clarity. With the windows open I can hear an owl in the distance, even the crickets seem to be blanketed by the distance between us and the drop in front of us as I realize how quiet it has become.
"What do you think?" Lord Davenmore speaks much more gently now, like he is sharing a secret with me that no one else knows.
I sit silently not sure what I could possibly say to bring justice to how I feel. Breathtaking? Cliché....beautiful? No, it's more than that. I just silently shake my head and look back to him, the moonlight gleaming in his eyes and for a moment we traverse the unspoken gravity of the space between us with nothing more than a smile.
Looking back out over the world beneath us he speaks softly again, "yeah, my thoughts exactly."
After another everlasting moment of nothing but wind and silence he abruptly uses his phone to unpause the music and the thud of the bass catches me off guard, causing me to jump slightly in my seat. Taking no notice he turns up the volume manually on a song I have never heard before.
I reach out and try to take the phone from him but instead he holds it up so I can read the display. The brightness of the phone contrasted against the darkness of the interior of the car makes me squint my eyes to make out the words Five Hours Deorro under the flashing pictures of a music video. I nod my head and turn away closing my eyes trying to get the bright screen out of my vision.
"Go."
"Reaching down to turn the headlights back on he again reaches out to stop me. "No, it's bright enough you can see the road. Just go."
I gawk back at Lord Davenmore in disbelief. Surely he can not be suggesting I drive through the dark with no headlights and not being able to read the gauges.
"Come on Silas, you have lycanthropy, you should be able to see in the dark better than I can, just drive. Use your instinct and floor it. Trust me, it will be the most exhilarating feeling you can imagine." He nods his head in time to the music as he speaks, grinning from ear to ear, and I question his sanity. Can vampires get dementia I wonder. "What are you waiting for? Go." His voice is now more provoking than before and my gut is telling me this is the worst idea ever. However... I take a deep breath and contemplate his proposal. What is the worst that could happen? Images of the car hitting the edge of the road and tumbling over and over off the road flash in my mind. Lord Davenmore's life is not on the line given his healing capabilities, mine however are not so extensive and death is quite possible if something went wrong. This car, I caress the steering wheel... well, he said the car is pocket change to him, and he's so incredibly awesome so far. What would he think of me if I refused. Fuck it, I can do this.
"Go," he insists again, as if on queue from my personal thoughts. Without taking time to reconsider any other option I slam my foot down on the gas pedal as the bass from the speakers booms in my chest. I feel my heart quicken and a sense of weightlessness as I speed down the side of the mountain. How fast I accelerate I can't quite tell as the gauges are still dark. Breathing rapidly in short breaths I feel my instinct taking over and my eyes reflect such with a yellow gleam. My vision fine tunes itself and the speed of the car continues to increase with both gravity and it's own momentum of the fuel burning under the hood. The hair on my skin raises and I get a prickly sensation similar to when I hunt. I fly down the steep road feeling badass...no... feeling free. It seems as if any moment the car will take lift and sprout wings.
As I hit the bottom of the first dip the weight of the car shifts, with a momentary sensation of weightlessness I imagine the car lifting off the ground. My insides push down on my bladder reminding me exactly how much I had to drink earlier. The physical sensations mixed with complete enjoyment brings a bubbling laughter I cannot stop. I laugh out loud as the car pulls me forward flowing up and over hill after hill. At this point I couldn't care less how Lord Davenmore views my childlike reaction. My heart is pounding out a fierce rhythm of it's own in the tight confines of my ribcage and my face aches from grinning so hard. For a few fleeting moments I feel invincible in a way that I could never have imagined, even maniacal.
Staying alert I notice another car sitting on the side of the road with it's lights off. As I approach the other vehicle the 'police' logo comes to focus and my excitement quickly becomes anxiety. My gut wrenches and time seems to slow down to a pace defying logic as I pass the car in what feels like slow motion and practically meet eyes with a man in the driver's seat despite the insane speed I'm certain we have gained.
Oh fuck, I did it now. Oh my god Caine is going to kill me. I'm going to lose my license. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Lord Davenmore is never going to let me drive his car again. The butterflies fluttering around in my stomach only seconds before have now turned into angry vomit pushing it's way up my esophagus.
My immediate reaction is to release the accelerator and try to prepare myself for flashing lights as I fly past the officer at a speed far past the limit still in complete stealth mode.
The moment I raise my foot from the gas pedal Lord Davenmore grabs my knee and pushes my foot back down hard forcing me to continue accelerating.
"What the fuck dude?" I shout and resist against his force. His laughter startles me and I grab his hand and yank him away.
"Silas, relax!" He continues laughing like a fucking stoned hyena, gasping for comprehensible words, "he won't pull you over!" He finally sputters out a full sentence but still I cannot fully comprehend.
"What the fuck do you mean dude, are you really here right now? What the hell is wrong with you?" I check my mirrors and focus on about where I think the cop was sitting but in the dark all I see is a black void in the reflection. Even though Lord Davenmore's hands are back on his side of the car I continue to accelerate. My pulse probably somewhere near a hummingbirds I break out in a cold sweat, the rushing air now giving me chills. In the passenger seat Lord Davenmore continues to chuckle exuberantly but seems to be attempting to calm himself. The town in the distance is now approaching and I force myself to take a few deep breaths hoping to quelch my consuming fear.
"Sorry man, I honestly didn't think to tell you. His name is Abe, Abe Gregor. He knows my car, he's not going to pull this car over without an extremely serious concern. I told you to trust me. Abe has more than a small bonus on the line for keeping an eye on this road."
"Seriously!? Just," I heave a stressed sigh,"just what the fuck? I seriously thought my license was out the window. Can you even comprehend how pissed Caine would be with me?" Coming up on a dimly lit intersection at the start of town I quickly pull the car over to the side of the road and throw the hazard lights on before jumping out of the car.
I walk a few paces away from the car and scream at the top of my lungs. I put my hands on my knees and gasp for breath as I look back. Lord Davenmore has gotten out of the car as well and is leaning on the edge of the roof with nothing but concern.
I turn back to the opposite side of the road and here it comes... yup. I spew vomit on the shoulder of the quiet road, tasting the acidity with each wave of bile. Finally my abs stop convulsing and I spit several times trying to get the tang out of my mouth. Thoroughly humiliated I once again cannot stop myself from laughing aloud. Hey, at least I'm not dead I think to myself. I can't imagine what he thinks of me now. I look back up to see Lord Davenmore smiling back at me across the roof of the car. Why does he smile at me like that, what is he thinking?
"Better?"
"I think so," I reply.
"So was it fun?"
"Instead of answering that question I think I'm going to just get back in the car and turn the lights on." I slide back into the driver's seat and close the door but before I can put on my seatbelt Lord Davenmore pulls me towards him with both hands and pries my teeth open and shoves his tongue half way down my throat. I pull away from him with a look of disgust reflected on my own face.
"Ew... how can u not be completely turned off by now, or at the least horribly grossed out with the idea of tasting the vomit on my breath?"
"It's not that bad. I've tasted worse."
I shake my head in disbelief, "I don't want to even imagine what that could possibly entail."
"No, you really don't. Want a break? I could drive for a while."
"Hey man, it's your car; I'm not going to say no."
"You can if you want you; I handed you the keys."
"Well if you're going to be like that then no," I tease as I start the engine again. "I'll tell you what. If you promise to tell me something personal about you, that I don't know yet, I'll trade seats with you."
Lord Davenmore pulls out another cigarette and lights it wordlessly.
"No? Well then I guess I will just keep driving until I run out of road... or gas, ha, I don't have any money on me," I consider the idea seriously of driving on until the idiot light comes on.
Lord Davenmore takes a drag of his cigarette, uncharacteristically avoiding looking back over in my direction. Just when I think he won't respond he finally speaks while never meeting my gaze.
"I've never fucked a lycan before tonight." He finally looks up to evaluate my reaction.
"Really?" He shakes his head to confirm. "How was I? Did I live up to the rumors?"
"Not too bad," he smiles, his grin is winning me over, "for an amature." As he opens the door I wonder to myself if he is truly interested in me or just going to turn this evening into a joke to later entertain his company that he chooses to keep.
I relinquish the driver seat and take over choosing the music for the remainder of our trip. We continue to joke around as he turns the car around to drive me home. I'm glad I grabbed my phone as he decides not to detour back to his place. When I get back home I immediately go search out a phone charger so that I can call Caine, not that I need to but it's more appropriate considering I'm not sure what exactly he is doing at the time.
While rummaging through the junk drawer in the kitchen Dante comes downstairs. I check the clock, it's nearly four a.m., I must have woken him when I came in.
I had such a great night I can't help but continue to smile to myself reimagining Lord Davenmore's incredibly toned body pushing mine up against the kitchen counter. I replay speeding down the mountain side over and again until Dante grabs my attention.
"So...how was it?" He asks about the dinner, not specifically my evening.
"It was okay. As usual I suspect I was only there as a show piece and all but overlooked save a few carefully directed insults."
"That bad, eh?"
"The entire night wasn't all that bad. I mean it could have been worse I suppose." Not wanting to go into details of how everything had evolved after I left the dinner table I muted my smile and played off of the actual dinner as much as possible.
"Where's Lord Sebastian?" Oh shit, guess I didn't think clearly enough to explain everything. Uhhhh, what to say.....
"He decided to stay later to finish up some things. I was tired so I decided to come home without him." Not entirely a lie but hopefully Dante wouldn't go outside looking for Caine's car next, not sure where I would go from there.
"Are you coming to bed then?"
"Yeah I was just gonna give him a a call to check in and maybe have a drink, care to join me?"
"Nah, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. As far as anyone knows I'm still asleep."
"Okay Dante," I chuckle softly and kiss him goodnight. "I promise I will be up soon, don't starfish."
"Uh-huh," he tosses me a wave as he goes back upstairs.
I plug the charger I did find into the wall by the end table next to my seat on the couch and press the power button hoping my phone will spring to life. Nope. Nothing. Piece of shit charger isn't even sending charge to my phone. I know the charger by my bed works but I do want a drink first. I will have to skip the drink and settle for a smoke instead. If I don't get a shower before Dante and everyone else wakes up I'm certain someone will be able to smell another guy on me.