The Strange House Part 11 (Patreon)

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* Part 11

On the first day back from spring break, I could really see how the dynamics of the different cliques had changed. Jeremy sulked by his own, seemingly dismissed by all. Zach sort of took a place in the other groups as he was fairly athletic and had 'just' gotten beaten up. And to some, perhaps he was alright enough.

Jeremy had two things going for him in life: being the top dog on the football team and super athletic, and his dad's money. Now that he had neither, nobody seemed to be within ten feet of him. And being humiliated by Zach during spring break, a guy who'd normally get his ass kicked by Jeremy, a guy who got knocked out by a chick at a nightclub, didn't help.

Serves him right. I managed to at least stay in my own lane for the most part. Zach had stopped interacting with me, ignoring me completely, except for the occasional shove and gay-or-mom-comment. But that faded. Jeremy didn’t seem like he interacted with anyone at all. He had this constant humiliated, angry look on him. And then he disappeared for a few days, only to come back with the rumor that he had spent time in jail after totaling his dad Chance’s car. Dad told me that Jeremy had gotten drunk behind the wheel. The car wasn’t totaled, but it had rammed into a post.

Robert, who had somehow ended up with the nickname “guidance counselor”, tried to talk with him, but that ended up with them fighting. Jeremy somehow managed to land Robert in the hospital, which made everyone even less willing to talk to that idiot. While his hand and shoulder hadn’t fully recovered yet, and wouldn’t be for a while, Jeremy was still obscenely strong. He even elbowed a teacher in the stomach who was trying to break the fight up.

Me? I ignored all that. I spent my days doing my mediocre best at all the subjects trying to get decent grades to see if I had a chance at an okay college elsewhere. Then I spent parts of my nights either hanging, chatting, or gaming with Faith. It was truly awesome. It was my new daily life, to just have a girlfriend. It was so surreal that this could happen to me, but nobody would ever find me complaining. 

In fact, if I had a reason to talk about Faith, I did. I adored her so much. When Mom asked me “How was it with Faith last night?” she'd get a full retelling of what music we listened to, the games we played, or the books we read. Of course, some details were better left between Faith and I. Sex was one thing, but I hadn’t told my parents that she was a vampire. I’m not sure if I was supposed to. Some part of me told me that with time perhaps that would sort itself out… That I perhaps wouldn’t have to, with father time. But that was a bit gloomy. Also, I felt like I should be honest with them one day. If Faith allowed it. Or if they believed me.

To say, I was just a very proud boyfriend. It was something I had rarely felt, but Faith was the one to bring it out of me. Of course, she was. I loved that she was so… strong. Not only in body but in mind. She was very much the dominant one, and as Faith said, some would probably look down on my relationship with her, how I “let her wear the pants” and all. 

First off, there is no me letting her do anything. She’d rip me apart in a heartbeat. Second of all, I became more and more comfortable being a happy, proud, and dorky boyfriend, and Faith showed no inkling of wanting anything else. It was in a female vampire's nature to be the one to "lead the pack" or whatever. And to prove that, Faith told me that it was extremely rare for male vampires to be even able to create offspring. When I asked why, Faith was as evasive as usual. Either due to not knowing, or just because it was something she held no interest in.

She was still very much the dominant type, but that only made me more eager to please her. Which in turn seemed to please her. We had a good system going. And a good balance.

And it wasn't just sex. Sure, there was a lot of that, but like I said, we gamed a bunch, even found a board game club to join at least a few nights when we both were able. Sometimes we'd find a book and read a chapter each out loud to one another in my bedroom. Either with me resting my head in her lap, or her on my chest. Then we'd discuss the chapter, or the book after. I had never really excelled in the analysis of the books I read, but talking through both the classics, fantasy novels, the Greeks, and whatever else we read, with Faith, It was as if I could feel my brain expand. It was also nice to see that she wasn’t just this sex monster, that she was still that warm person I had grown to know and love.

My parents loved Faith as well. They could tell how much I had improved, and both of them told me they were proud of how well I was surfacing from my troubled high school years, even if it wasn't over quite yet. And I think, while they were apprehensive at first due to the age gap(which was far vaster than they probably realized), they were happy for me to land such a good woman. Though, it was all Faith’s effort, being the one who went after me. But me landing, or her seducing, it was just semantics at this point.

Faith showed her caring character on more than one occasion though, and while it was mostly focused on me, it was obvious she cared for my parents as well. Whenever I had an early morning the next day and Dad worked late, Faith would keep my mom company. Sometimes, as Dad came home late at night, I could hear Faith sit out on the roof of the garage, chatting with him. Sometimes I joined her, and it was more and more pleasant. I couldn't tell if the warmth I felt was from the spring and summer rolling onto us like a breeze, or if it was Faith who had taken such a firm place in my life.

At school, folks were talking more and more about their holiday prospects. My parents and I had half a plan to go to Florida, to visit Disney World. Faith had a place down there, so she too had half a mind to go there too, but the logistics and excuses of how to maneuver that hadn't been quite worked out yet.

So many had so much they wanted to do, and most had a horizon of either jobs or colleges to go to after the summer was over. A lot didn’t but most did.

One who didn't have anything, at least it seemed that way, was Jeremy. I didn't care, but I caught him staring me down several times over the last few days. I couldn’t read his expression or understand what he wanted. I mean, before it meant a beatdown, but now he just looked at me. During class, whenever I walked down the hallway. Sometimes he'd flex his ruined hand. Though it had healed quite a bit, thanks to Faith, it would never be the same. He’d even sit in his car and stare at me while I walked to the bus. 

I didn't really care, but I didn't exactly have the courage to ask either. I did have a few texts from an unknown number that seemed to be from him, but it was just a bunch of empty threats. Ever since Faith had broken his arm, he hadn't even muttered a word to me in person, probably scared shitless she'd would pop up at any second and finish the job. Little did he know she couldn't walk around in the sun too much. Ignorance is bliss. My bliss, in this instance.

And speaking of bliss. It was the weekend, and the weather was nice. So, Faith had invited me over to her place again. Two things: she insisted on some moonlit skinny dipping. Then we had half-kinda-sorta promised to make love under the stars, with only the light of the night above us. There was something strangely erotic about that. Romantic too. The pond Faith wanted to swim was in this opening in the treeline that would create the perfect scenery. I had been there a few times before, and it was only later I learned that Faith actually owned that property too–

“Hello?” I said, snapping my vision towards the trees nearby. Not those around the pond, no, I was on my way to Faith's so we could head out to the said pond.

I always snuck into the forest through a hole in a chain link fence, then walked up to the back. This was to avoid any suspicion by not using the front door. But I swore I heard something lurking around in the forest. I wasn't really scared of the dark anymore, but the looming shadows of these old trees still could play some tricks on me.

I peered into the darkness, but nothing seemed amiss. There were no rustling branches or anything. Just the sounds of crickets and leaves in the warming breeze. With a shrug, I decided to just head inside. Probably werewolves, I chuckled for myself.

“Ready to get the first swim of the year in?” Faith smiled as I entered the living room, lazily playing on her electric guitar.

“Did I ever ask if there were other creatures? Fauns, minotaurs, werewolves?” I asked. I think I did.

“Tsk tsk,” Faith answered, per her normal aversion.

“Come on, you must have an inkling,” I said, looking up at her. Faith shot me a knowing smirk, before finding a straw bag, a beach bag I think they call it, checking if it had all she needed.

I was just happy to see her. In her little shorts and a tank top that hugged her curves like a glove. The warm weather made her even more sultry than normal, which was really saying something. Some might say her clothing was a bit revealing, but I didn't think it was that bad. For one, we'd be alone. Second, her short shorts reached mid-thigh, and her tank tops were as normal as they could be. She simply looked like she was about to head to a sunny day at the beach. Except it was a midnight dip at a pond. There are few beaches in South Indiana.

“What a night,” Faith muttered, peering up as we exited her house.

“It sure is. You'll look spectacular in the white light,” I said, trying to picture her naked under the silver colored moonlight. Luckily, I'd not have to picture it for much longer. I even raised a hand to squeeze her butt, getting a knowing smile from her.

“You'll get some of that later,” Faith smiled, kissing my head before taking my hand to guide me towards a path that led up to the hills behind Courtington. It was a mere half hour away by the trail according to Faith.

She peered into the forest, her eyes dilated as she seemed to focus on the trees where I had heard the rustle a bit earlier.

“Logan, did anyone follow you before you got here?” Faith asked, scanning the trees.

“I thought I heard something, but I couldn't see anything. Probably a squirrel or something. Why? You sense something?” I asked.

“No,” Faith answered, shaking her head as if to rid herself of the feeling. “It's nothing. Let's go.”

I let it be and followed Faith on the path. I silently swore to be more careful, even if there wasn't anything.

The pond was just as magical as I remembered it. I had only seen it once or twice before, but the way the moonlight glistened off the water, and how the treeline seemed to create a perfect circle of darkness surrounding us, it was truly a sight. There was even a small 'beach', if you can call it that when it's not the ocean, a bit of sand that would be nice to lay on.

I could already tell how I'd look at Faith lying on the sand, the water glistening on her bare body. Faith had brought a big towel too, so we wouldn't get sand all kinds of places.

Soon enough, I laid on my back next to Faith. We had to simply take in the serene beauty of this spot. The white light shone in the water, and the sky above was clear. No clouds. No worries.

Faith reached out to take my hand, interlacing our fingers.

“Our own Cuiviénen,” Faith smiled. “I always imagined it to be beautiful, and I think our spot here can fit the bill. Even if we're not the first to make love here. I'm sure plenty of folks throughout the years have come up here.”

“Cuiviénen?” I asked.

“The place where the elves were born,” Faith said. “You call yourself a nerd, nerd?” Faith spat playfully, getting up on her knees, and taking my hands for me to follow. “Come on. Get naked. I want a swim.”

“Erh,” I mumbled, hesitating. I was a bit shy, if not insecure. Sure, personality-wise I'd come miles, but I was just a scrawny kid. And while Faith had been very admiring about my nether regions, it had been a source for ridicule before. Also, this was kind of public, wasn’t it? “Do I have to?”

“Yes. I want to see you naked. Or maybe you need some motivation. What was it you said? See me naked under the moonlight? I'll grant you that wish,” Faith smiled, pulling her tank top over her head, revealing her naked, slim waist, and her magnificent breasts, and she didn't stop there, continuing to undress until she was as naked as the day she was born.

But then again, vampires aren't born. They are made.

I just stared at her in awe. The way the white light highlighted her shoulders, and when she turned, the curve of her ass as well. I could feel my cock twitch with interest. But before I could act on it, Faith had run into the water, jumping in at a less shallow spot. She came up, her hair wet and sticking to her face and neck. Shiny and wet, squealing in delight.

“Come on, Logan. Don't be shy. Join me!! The water is nice!” Faith called out.

And without further ado, I took off my shirt. I had never really been comfortable being naked and it was a feat that I had gotten so comfortable around Faith. But out in public? Kinda public, I guess. The moonlit forest was kinda public.

I tossed my shirt aside, then carefully dipped my foot into the water. It was cool, but not freezing. Not like I was expecting it to be, as the air was warm and summer was near. I hesitated as I unbuckled my belt. It felt like the entire forest was watching me. But fuck it. I hurried my pants off and bolted out into the water. Apparently, fast enough not to realize that cool is still cold, and I yelped as my balls made contact with the water.

Faith laughed at my reaction, but I was too busy trying to get into the water without dying.

“See, not so bad,” Faith said, as she swam up to me, as I finally managed to get out where it was deep enough that I could float around without losing my footing. I wasn't the greatest of swimmers, so any deeper than this would make me uncomfortable.

“N-not bad,” I shivered. I soon felt a lot warmer though, as Faith closed the distance and found my lips with hers.

As she did, she put her arms around my neck, her body rubbing up against mine. I moved my hands around her, feeling her smooth, warm skin under the water, and as I rubbed along her back to her hair, I felt her move her legs around my waist. The water made small waves as she hoisted herself and sank down, expertly guiding me inside her. I couldn't help but groan into the kiss as she enveloped my cock.

“What do you think?” Faith muttered against my lips.

“You feel amazing,” I moaned, moving my hands to her hips, to guide her along. I loved how her skin felt under my fingertips, so soft, warm, and smooth. Even in the cool water was she warm to the touch.

Faith moved her hands from my neck, placing them on my shoulders as she slowly rode me, moaning into my ear, making my body surge with lust as she caressed the back of my neck, kissing me.

“It's good, right?” she asked. “It was a good idea to go skinny dipping?”

“Very,” I replied, feeling her clench me in the most amazing way. Her moans and the small splashes echoed across the small cove as she rode me.

We eventually settled down onto the shore, relaxing in the sand for the moonlight to give its softest and most beautiful touch to our bodies. It surely had been a romantic evening, and now we just rested our sore limbs. It required less effort to float around in the water, but getting a decent thrust without tipping over required some effort. However, we succeeded greatly.

It was hard to not feel more at peace than ever when I felt the smooth sand beneath my back and had Faith lay on my chest, playing with my hair.

“I think night can be just as amazing as the day,” I mused out loud.

Faith propped herself up on her elbow with a hopeful look. “I'm glad you think so,” she replied, smiling at me as she knew more or less what I meant by stating that. If eternity meant living in darkness, then I saw the beauty in that.

“You think the elves laid like this when they first woke up?” I asked. It was fiction, but it was nice to indulge. I stroked my fingers across her back, feeling her lean into me.

“Oh, I think they did a bit more than just lay around, Logan,” Faith said with a smirk, before sitting up and crawling on top of me.

“Oh?” I asked, looking up at her beautiful form above me, illuminated by the bright light of the moon. “You don't say.”

“Oh yeah. I think they were more like rabbits in those early days,” Faith chuckled, slowly rolling her hips and riding my cock once again.

I sighed as I felt her around me again, her smooth thighs pressed against me, and her boobs right in my face, almost begging me to reach up and feel them. And who was I to refuse that? I ran my hands up her sides, feeling her skin under my fingertips, before moving her closer to me so I could drown my nose in her cleavage, draw her scent in, and then go on a quest with my lips as I kissed my way to her right nipple. Faith gasped delightfully, a sound that made my cock lodged inside of her spasm and twitch. Faith's sounds of pleasure were music to my ears.

“And you think we can do better?” I asked, reaching my tongue out to give her nipple a few teasing licks.

“Oh yes,” Faith moaned, leaning into me as she rolled her hips faster, “We'll be much more… productive.”

“Sounds like a good, ugh, plan,” I chuckled, sucking her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I moved to her neck, her most sensitive area, kissing it while Faith rode me like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh fuck,” Faith moaned, her hips starting to jerk as she approached her orgasm. Her breathing became erratic as she clawed at my chest, her fingernails leaving red streaks across my skin. “Oh shit, Logan, fuck!”

I didn't need to be told twice, and grabbed her hips, thrusting into her hard, and Faith threw her head back with a pleasured scream that echoed across the water, her eyes closed and her mouth agape. To heighten her experience, Faith shoved me flat on my back, her fingers soon wrapped around my neck, and she looked down at me with wild eyes.

“Cum inside me,” she growled, biting her lip as she slammed her hips down, riding me hard and fast. “Cum for me, Logan. Cum for your girlfriend. Cum for your vampire mistress.”

“Yes,” I groaned, feeling my body tense up as my cock throbbed inside her, pulsing as her pussy greedily squeezed and milked me. My release ripped through me as I shot my load up inside her, and Faith orgasmed a second time, and for a long while she fucked us through our pleasure, our bodies surging with electricity.

I stared up at the sky, panting like crazy, not able to really look at or formulate thoughts at the moment. I was like that for quite some time, but in my peripheral vision, I could sense Faith bend over to lick and suckle on my neck. She moved from one side to the other, her lips and tongue like a butterfly landing on a flower, gently.

I closed my eyes as the exhaustion hit me like a train, my body wrecked.

“Faith,” I tried to mutter. “Don't kill me,” I chuckled, still hazed.

“Only a little bit, my pet,” she smiled against my ear, gently stroking her hands over my chest. “You smell and taste too sweet tonight. I can't resist. I won't get to take a walk through Disney World with you, but I have to tell you this. I love you.”

“I love you too, Faith,” I muttered. “I love you so much.”

Faith then dragged me to my feet, even as I was spent from two wild rounds with this temptress. Moments later, we were back in the water. Not swimming or fucking, just floating around, soaking in the cool water as the night was still quite warm. Was this the warmest it had been this early in the summer? I think so, because I felt like I'd never have to put on clothes ever again.

“Do you drown?” I blurted out. Faith smiled. She knew that when I had a question I needed to ask, there was no stopping me.

“No,” Faith answered. “Oxygen doesn't work the same way for me as for you. I barely need any. So technically, maybe I can drown, but it would take ages.”

“That's pretty cool,” I said, staring up at the sky. “Like a jellyfish. No brain, so they can survive without oxygen for a long time.”

Faith looked at me. “Are you calling me a no-brained jellyfish?” she asked indignantly. She wasn't truly offended, but I couldn't help but chuckle.

“I wouldn't dare,” I replied. “I know better than that. I was just thinking how cool it was.”

“Yeah, it is, I guess,” Faith replied, leaning her head back in the water, and looking up at the stars. “Sometimes it dawns on me how different I am from regular humans, despite our similarities.”

“You're still Faith, that's what matters,” I said. It felt like a moment for affectionate words, and Faith deserved them all. “Do you think Jesus is was a vampire?”

“Way to ruin the mood,” Faith chuckled. “How would I know? I never met the guy, if he existed. Maybe my maker did, but I doubt it. Let's get up and dry up. Before you turn into a raisin.”

Faith and I soon after walked out of the woods, and down the dirt road, Faith humming 'The Road Goes Ever On' as we went along.

*

I had gotten my college acceptance letter a while ago. While my grades weren't as abysmal as they were earlier in the year, I didn't have high hopes for my top choices. They were not the most prestigious colleges, but well away, and they seemed like nice places based on pictures. Some suspicion that Faith had muscled my way into that college was buried deep.

“You haven't responded yet?” Faith asked.

It was some time after our trip to Cuiviénen, and we had made many more. Since school more or less died down, I figured I'd get a job, and continue my journey to become more of the person I wanted to be; a person who took responsibilities. I saved for college and a concert for Faith and me. I knew she would pay for it all, but the experience would be so much better if I put in the hours. I didn't want Faith to pay for everything.

So I landed a job at a gas station. Faith thought it was a great initiative, which surprised me. I kinda thought she wanted to spoil me, but then again, she had said that she valued my sense of not wanting to be totally dependent. She'd walk all over me if I let her, Faith had admitted. I kinda worried that meant she'd grow tired of me, but seeing that it was not an issue I'd be totally 'pussywhipped', even if she was the one 'wearing the pants' so to say, I wasn't worried.

Faith also pointed out that handling customers at a gas station can be some nice character development too. I'd grown confident with her, but handling myself in uncomfortable situations I was not fully trained, I'd say.

“No, I'm still thinking about it,” I answered, looking over at Faith who was reading a magazine by the counter, keeping me company for my first ever graveyard shift. “I know it's weird, but I kinda don't want to leave Mom and Dad behind.”

“I know,” Faith said, closing her magazine. “And it's okay. But you still have to make a decision. I can't imagine your parents would want to hold you back.”

“No,” I replied, leaning my elbows on the counter, thinking. “But I can't decide which place. Georgia is so warm, and expensive. Also, it's ranked pretty good compared, so I'll probably fall behind all the others. And Montana... well, it's not high on the ratings, but that Anthropology thing they got... Or their agriculture stuff. Maybe I get to be outside a lot, and Montana is very scenic.”

“It being scenic should hardly be a merit, but I guess you should like the place you'll spend a good few years studying,” Faith said, not leaning one way or the other.

“You're not gonna give much advice, are you?” I asked.

“Nope. This is up to you. Make mistakes on your own accord, then learn from them. Or make good choices. You can only do what you think is right for you,” Faith said, picking up another magazine.

I heard the bell ring at the door, so Faith disappeared into a booth to not be in my way.

I had never worked in a gas station, but knew that the graveyard shift could feel quite long, and when it wasn't slow and boring it could get a bit too exciting. That was something I had to learn to deal with.

“Hello there,” I greeted the new customer. He wore a hoodie, which wasn't uncommon, but the way he seemed to avoid eye contact did get me a little on edge.

“Erh,” I continued, as he just stared down at his feet, and started fiddling with the display of cigarettes. “Do you need help with something?” I asked, as he still didn't seem to acknowledge me.

“No,” he said, moving over to the fridges, and scanning the contents. Maybe he was just a bit sketchy by nature.

Anyway, another person came into the station. A younger guy. He looked arrogant and full on himself. Like, one should heed his word because he was 'it'. Slim, but fit, looking like that typical gym douchebag. I guess I was sort of judgmental, but what can I do?

“One pack of Lucky Strike,” he ordered, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill. He then turned as if he just noticed something, looking back towards the booth where Faith sat. He gave an approving chuckle as if Faith was worthy of his approval.

The young guy accepted his change and took the pack of smoke, and made his way back toward Faith's booth, and I could see him leaning up against the wall by the entrance, peering down at her. Though, from this angle I only saw the top of his head, and Faith was completely out of sight.

I wanted to see what was going on, what this douchebag wanted with Faith, but then the other guy with the hoodie came back, so I had to attend to him. I still couldn't make out what he was up to, but he threw a pack of smokes and a six-pack of beer in front of me.

“Late night,” he muttered, explaining his odd behavior.

“Certainly, sir,” I said, trying to be polite.

I could hear Faith talking to the other guy, seemingly a bit amused. I couldn't make out the words, but she chuckled. I don't know why that bothered me.

The guy with the hoodie didn't look at me, just kept fiddling with his stuff, and I couldn't help but peek over at Faith and the guy. I hadn't yet been able to see anything but the douchebag's head. He still stood with his back turned towards me, leaning up against the wall, talking to Faith, who I couldn't see at all.

“Here you go,” the hooded guy said, tossing a few bills my way. “Keep the change,” he added, stumbling his way out.

I looked back over at the douchebag. I then heard a loud call from the booth. “I told you to fuck off,” Faith called.

I quickly hurried down. Faith looked up at the guy impatiently, who was unbudging it seemed.

“Is he harassing you?” I asked Faith, not wanting to give up her name.

“Are you?” Faith asked the guy.

“I just–”

“You're boring me. Go take your basic bitch smokes and leave,” Faith said, looking at him dismissively.

The guy was just about to say something, when Faith stood up, grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him roughly on his way. He almost stumbled to the tiled floor, surprised by Faith's immense strength. Faith chuckled easily, sitting back down again.

“What did he want?” I asked.

“He wanted to fuck,” Faith answered. “I shut him down. Some people feel so entitled, y'know.”

“Oh,” I said, slightly surprised, but maybe a bit pleased too.

“It's inevitable with a girl like me,” Faith smiled up at me. “Did I pass the test?”

“Straight A. But, I better get back to the register.”

“You better, or I might have to do something about those cute cheeks you got there,” Faith smirked, swatting my butt playfully.

“No harassing the staff,” I joked. “HR will hear of this.”

The rest of the shift was uneventful. But Faith and I had a lot of fun talking and reading. There were no more customers until it was almost morning. It was a couple, looking like they had been to a party and decided to make a stop here, for whatever reason. They giggled when they saw the odd teenager have a lively chat with the majestic beauty, but was polite. Unfortunately, Faith had to leave before the shift was over, as the sun was rising already. Damn summer. She left me a nice kiss and a wink, before heading out, leaving me with the customers.

*

It was the following day, and I had to work another graveyard shift. I wasn't exactly thrilled, but it was an honest living. And I got Faith to keep me company again. She couldn't do it every night, but it was nice to have her around now and then.

It was just as much as the previous day, just talking, laughing, and reading. There was not much happening. It was late, but not that late when the door opened and a big, sour-face teenager my own age came in. I knew instantly who it was.

“Hey, how's it hanging?” Jeremy greeted me, giving me a grin.

“What do you want, Jeremy?” I sighed. I didn't want to deal with this. Not here.

“Just wanted to say hello. And shop, as you do in these establishments. I see you're as stupid as always. How'd you even get this job, gay boy?” he asked. It was the same spiel as always but with more malice.

Just then Faith stepped around from the aisle. Jeremy's angry face lost its expression, along with its color.

“How's the arm?” she asked coldly.

Jeremy let out some sound between a gasp and a curse, dropping the bag of chips in his hands. “It's fine,” he muttered, picking up the bag. Then he smiled. A knowing smile. Like he had some secret that we didn't know. “Fine.”

Jeremy tossed a few bills on the counter and started towards the door, never taking his eyes off of Faith. He was not smiling anymore, just staring at her.

“What's wrong with him?” Faith asked, watching him leave the station, no longer pale, but with a big smug smirk on his face.

“I don't know,” I answered, trying to make sense of it myself. “Maybe he's finally losing it.”

“That's possible,” Faith said, shrugging.

We didn't think much of it.

The days passed. School was over, and I worked at the gas station from Thursday to Saturday, mostly, only working part-time. I had long since made up my mind that I was due for Atlanta. I mean, I'd never really live in a larger city later, so why not now? Get the experience, while getting a good education.

Faith of course forced me to accept one of her apartments. She did so by wrapping a leather belt around my neck while she pegged me in front of a mirror for over two hours in her dungeon.

“You gonna do as Mommy says?” she grunted, using her immaculate strength to press forward with her hips while she yanked hard at the belt. I gurgled, my eyes watering as I stared up at her in the reflection, my body wrecked and limp. “You're gonna take this cock, baby boy. You're gonna take it until you learn to obey. Take my big mommy dick, and you will keep taking it until you're begging me to put you in your place like you're meant to.”

She was being awfully loud. I knew the neighbors wouldn't like to hear us have wild, rough sex like this. They wouldn't think highly of a skinny gamer kid making love to a bombshell like Faith. And certainly not how kinky we were doing it. But there were of course advantages to a sound-proof dungeon of sorts. No one could hear my screams or the slaps as she thrust deep inside, dominating my prostate hard.

She pulled the belt once again, yanking my head back, and then moved me until my chest was flat against a dinner table she had put up just for this purpose. With my neck craned to the side, her grip tight, and her other hand's vice-like grip around the bone of my hip, she pummeled into me so hard the heavy table itself began shaking, the table threatening to splinter and crack apart under the force of our passion.

“How about now?” Faith rasped, pulling the belt for the umpteenth time, stretching my throat further than it should allow. “Or do we have to continue like this?”

“Please,” I groaned, the pain becoming hard to endure.

I tried to open my mouth, but there was no room between the wood and her strong hand. Faith pushed harder, pulling harder, and soon the edges of my vision started to turn black as spots danced across. I managed a high-pitched sound, gurgling as the oxygen grew thin.

Then Faith relaxed, letting go. The relief washed over me as I gulped at the air, Faith waiting for me to collect myself, moving slowly behind me, still thrusting in a gentler rhythm. Her fingers softly caressed my back, combing into my hair gently, sending sparks through my body as her nails scraped me in the most delicious way. She continued to lavish me in soft affection for a long time, and when she decided that she could be merciless, she fucked my ass hard until I erupted, pleading for mercy, making promises that I'd accept the apartment.

“When I first was down here in your cave, you said you had waited for a long time for me,” I started. It was well after Faith had pounded me into oblivion, and we now laid in bed after I had regained consciousness, staring up at the ceiling. She was playing with a strand of my hair, like always.

“Yeah?”

“I know I’ve asked similar questions, but what did you mean by that? I mean, a long time is relative. To me, a long time is short for you,” I said. Faith gave a slight giggle at that.

“Well. You know how you sometimes find a thing, or a person, who you have been searching for? And you didn't even know it? For a long time, long in my regard, I knew I was searching for someone. Someone perfect. Someone who fulfilled me, and who was as cute and adorable as this little puppy is,” Faith said, stroking my cheek and kissing my neck with quick pecks. “When I saw you, I knew it. I had found you, after so long of lonesome travels. I have always been able to get friends, and I had Melanie for a while to keep me company, but I longed for that true soulmate. And I'm not talking about just sex, I mean that you're the one I saw in my dreams, who I've yearned for an eternity. I saw you, and you wanted Anna, so when she didn't appreciate what a precious gift you are, I didn't even hesitate. As you're well aware.”

“I am,” I said, looking at Faith. “That's… almost like a fairytale.”

“It is,” Faith admitted. “And I found my Prince Charming. Now you get to hang out in mommy's house, and do mommy's bidding, or be a naughty boy, and earn punishments.”

I couldn't help the tingly feelings from Faith's words. Or the heat in my cheeks. I moved closer to her, cuddling close, smelling her scent, getting her familiar presence all over. But as one question was answered, more crept up.

“You want to turn me eventually,” I said.

“If that is what you want, then yes,” she said. “Though an eternity without you will be unbearable,” she added, making me blush.

“So... did you date Melanie before you turned her?” I asked.

Faith stiffened a little bit at that. Had she not expected me to ask that? Or was she afraid I would? It was kind of like Faith didn't really enjoy talking about her past that much. From her age to Melanie, it seemed like she wasn't keen on going into it.

“You'd like two vampire mommies, wouldn't you?” Faith teased. No. I wouldn't. Faith had been adamant that if I'd ever be with another woman, she'd get angry. And she had warned me of her anger.

“No,” I said.

“Good. Because that's not gonna happen,” Faith said. Her tone made me realize that this was not a subject she wanted to talk about. “But I'll say this. No. I didn't date her. The vampire... culture was a bit different then. We tried to organize ourselves, and we had a conclave that dished out punishment or whatever the fuck they wanted to call it. Justice dealt to whoever was harmful to us, they called it, to maintain ourselves. So I never gave a shit about building a 'society' of vampires. As my punishment, they said they'd kill this poor girl who was abused by her father, or that I turned her. I could of course said no, but disobeying my maker was not something I was of habit doing back then.”

“So I turned Melanie. She loved being a vampire, but she hated how restrictive I was. I don't want to stick my head out and be all-powerful. I just want to exist in my own little bubble with my books and my games, video games the last thirty years, and never interact with that side of things. We’re not psychopaths or monsters like they think we are… So, there you have it.”

I was silent for a little bit, letting all of this sink in. I was surprised that Faith actually told me that much, considering her reluctance to talk about her past. I hadn't expected that Faith was such an anarchist, even if it wasn't surprising at all. Nobody could tell Faith what to do. But I had expected her to be more of a leader with how dominant she was, and being a very successful business woman.

“So you've had no real friends?” I asked.

“No,” Faith answered, making my heart ache for her. “I had my maker, but we didn't have the best relationship. She was more of a mentor, and we had a few disagreements.”

“So there is a society of vampires, after all?” I asked.

“Like I said, there was a purge. What happened after that, I'm not sure. I know there is a small amount of folks who insist that there are territories, Melanie informed me as such way back. But I don't know. I haven't talked with another vampire other than Melanie for over a hundred years.”

“It sounds lonely,” I said. “When you put it like that.”

“It was. But not any longer,” Faith said, kissing me.

We fell silent for a bit, and Faith pulled me closer. It was so comfortable just to be with her. And it was hard to fathom that Faith had been lonely for so long. It couldn’t have been easy.

“How did you build your businesses then?” I asked.

“Those are not friends. They care about my money, and nothing else. Sure some are nice, but I carry no illusions. However, human interactions like that, and others, have made me able to stay sane through the decades. I wasn't totally alone. And I won't be ever again.”

I closed my eyes and listened to the silence for a moment. This was just an endless source of questions. And the fact that there is a possible organization of vampires which was powerful enough to hurt, torture or even kill someone. If they deemed so. Who did they work for? For what purpose? Were they religious fanatics or just power-hungry? If they even still existed. A purge sounded quite conclusive, but the way Melanie apparently was mixed with some folks still…

But Faith seemed to have grown tired of this topic. She rolled out of bed, concluding the discussion by departing the bedroom. “Let's go back up, Logan. It's a beautiful night. We should make the most of it.”

*

Dad and I spent at least a full week working on the gazebo. That was mostly due to him having to work extra shifts and such due to the rampant upscale of teenage parties and general rascal behavior. But we did finish it eventually, and Mom seemed pleased with it.

It was now almost two months since school was over, and we were in the middle-to-late part of the summer, closing in on college. I was already packed and ready to head to Atlanta. I thought perhaps Faith and I would do another camping trip down there, but over the weekend it seemed like Dad had been able to get some free time so he could do it instead on Monday. It was pretty nice to spend time with him now over the summer, even with how much he worked, especially as I was moving away. Mom too, but Dad was always the busy one. It seemed like he appreciated it too.

“Y'know, they filmed Ozark, The Walking Dead, and the original Dukes of Hazzard movie just a stone's throw away from where you'll live?” he said as we worked on the gazebo.

“Stranger Things too, though you might have to have a mighty throwing arm for that,” I said. “Georgia is kinda big, y'know.”

“So, any special plans for tonight?” Dad asked. I knew he was referring to Faith.

“Nah,” I answered. “Just chilling and doing stuff with Faith.”

“Where does she live anyway? Not to pry or anything, but you said she didn't live too far away,” Dad asked. “Feel like I should know. Maybe I could give you a lift.”

“She has a bunch of properties, actually. But I mostly just take a shortcut through the woods so I'm good,” I replied rather urgently. Faith owning and living under the Strange House wasn't exactly public knowledge. Far from it. So I skipped a lot of details.

Dad seemed content, however.

Later that night, I headed over to the Strange House. I couldn't help but smile at how I felt a bit more confident just strolling into this old decrepit house that had been in bad shape for as long as time itself. It was like I had made peace with it, and it no longer scared me. If it ever had.

Faith sat at the table in the dining room, reading a book, and drinking red wine.

“I like seeing you all domesticated,” I said, hanging my jacket.

“I like being domesticated. Or being domineering,” Faith smirked, her eyes fixed on the book. I read the title. 'The Habsburg Empire: A New History'.

“Austria-Hungary. Ever been there?” I asked. “Want to do slam poetry about how the Danube flows?” I added, smiling cheekily as I sat down opposite of her.

“Yes and yes,” Faith replied, putting her book down. “It's a beautiful country. Very green, and lush, and the people were very kind. Though they're a bit xenophobic now, and I guess they always have been despite the vastness of that old empire. But they were good folks.”

A small reminder of Faith's long long life, I suppose.

“I thought you liked isolation?” I said, taking a sip of her wine.

“I do,” Faith said. “I think it was for the best that the Habsburgs bred themselves out of existence and that the empires are more or less dissolved.”

“Politicking isn't my strong suit, I gotta admit,” I said. “And I don't know much about history either. At least not world history.”

Faith did, and she explained the ups and downs, the pros and cons of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, which was rather impressive. I wasn't that much of a history buff, but it sounded fascinating, especially when Faith told me of her experiences in Vienna and Budapest. She spoke very fondly of the people, but not so much of the government. But it was nice to learn of this facet of her, and it was very interesting.

I don't think I could point to either Austria or Hungary on a map, yet now I knew all the ethnicities that lived within her borders and how that ultimately led to a very unstable realm. For once I got an insight of Faith's age. I knew that she had experienced a few centuries, but hearing the evidence of it was rather impressive.

But after a while, she asked me about my plans for Atlanta. It was still a week away.

“Dad wants to drive me down there. I think I don't mind it, though I'd also love to hitch a ride in the RV,” I said.

“Even though who'd be doing the riding might cause some unfortunate delays? No, it's okay. I understand. He wants to see his lil boy off into the world,” Faith said, pushing me with her foot. “So. Courtington Hills. I'm thinking of rebranding it to 'Courtington Terrace' and building a bunch of high-value properties and homes. Manors and villas, if you will.”

“Okay,” I said. “Why are you telling me this? You never talk business with me.”

“But now I do. And now that you've decided to study something relevant to some of my ventures, I thought why not indulge you in some of my projects?” Faith said, smiling at me.

“In what way?” I asked suspiciously.

"I've hired you as a manager of Courtington Properties, my local LLC for such things, and with time and effort, I want you to make the most of it. There's virtually no risk and lots of practice. When you see fit, of course. The studies come first, but when you have some free time, I want you to go and check out the properties. They are for the most part empty lots formed in a long street ending in a cul-de-sac, albeit bigger than our Milton Avenue, so there is lots of potential.”

I couldn't help but smile, looking over at Faith, who just seemed very proud. “That's... a lot of trust to put in me,” I said. “You already have hired me?”

“Of course. And yes, I filled out the paperwork and all. I wouldn't have it any other way,” Faith smiled. “A few others are working for me already, and they're good. Think of this as another part of your training. You will get your feet wet without drowning. Think of it as an unlimited ammo cheat code like in GTA.”

“So I'm your errand boy?”

“You can call it that. But I think you like being my dirty little errand boy, don't you?” Faith teased. “Or make it your own. If you want, you can buy me out when you get that far. I'll give you a huge discount.”

“It sounds like charity,” I muttered.

“Nah, I'll make you work hard and long for that discount. Please, look at it as an opportunity instead of something emasculating,” Faith said, getting up, and putting her book away. She then moved around the table and sat down in my lap.

“Thank you,” I said, kissing Faith gently. “It's very kind of you.”

“Don't be so cute,” Faith warned. “I might eat you up right here.”

“Please do,” I grinned, looking up at her.

Faith giggled and leaned in, pressing her lips to mine, and I moved my hands around her body. Faith hummed in delight, kissing me more deeply, and soon we were both lost in our passion. Her kiss was warm, inviting, and sensual, and my body tingled with excitement. Soon her hand was on my thigh, moving up to my crotch, and she started to caress my cock through my pants. She could feel me harden under her touch, and I couldn't help but buck my hips as I groaned.

“Someone's eager,” Faith purred, her fingertips teasing the outline of my shaft. “And so responsive, why, do you have some dirty thoughts that revolve around your mistress?”

“What did you expect?” I chuckled, as I felt my cock twitch under her touch. “You're irresistible.”

“I know,” Faith said, smirking confidently.

Faith leaned in and kissed me deeply again, her tongue exploring my mouth, and I responded with equal fervor, making her moan against my mouth. Her hands were soon under my shirt, tickling her way up my chest, scratching me teasingly along the way, and she then removed my shirt, tossing it carelessly aside. With a triumphant glimmer in her eyes, she unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans. As my jeans slid down, exposing me in only boxers, she stepped off me, and as she stood before me, she tugged her dress over her head, making my eyes bulge out of my head.

“Like what you see?” Faith asked, knowing full well the answer.

“Always,” I said, reaching out to grab her hips, only to have her swat my hands away.

“Down,” she commanded. “Now, mommy needs some attention from your mouth.”

“As you wish,” I replied, kneeling obediently, looking up at her perfect breasts, nipples firm and erect already.

I looked up at her in anticipation, just waiting for her to take the initiative, but Faith simply looked down at me with a smirk, gesturing her finger towards her crotch. I smiled, and kissed my way towards her inner thigh, slowly making my way towards my destination, licking and kissing. Faith lifted her left foot to rest on the chair behind me, giving me much better access.

“I can't wait till we live together,” she said. “Coming down from a hard night of work, rail my little boy-toy, take out my frustration on those cute little buns.”

“Would you?” I asked, continuing my slow and careful quest up her thighs.

“Sure. There's nothing that pleases me more,” Faith answered. “Sometimes when I'm really pissed off, I don't care for safe words, though. I might just do whatever I gotta do for my own needs. Fuck you, peg you, kiss, and bite you. Do whatever the fuck I gotta do.”

Faith moaned as she rested her hand in my hair, rubbing her thumb across my forehead. I didn't know if what Faith said had some truth in it or not, but I was eager to learn of it.

“I meant,” I said, “would you really let me live with you?”

“Duh,” Faith said. “I'm not gonna let my special boy be all by himself. I'll let you live in Georiga on your own, but eventually, I want us to live together. Don't you?”

“Yes,” I sighed against her soft skin. It felt glorious. “Oh yes,” I muttered. “Now, should I keep going?” I asked cheekily.

“Yes. Your sexy little ass is a gift to humanity. Talking of asses, I want your tongue right–” Faith gripped my hair hard, and guided me in place; nose in her pussy tongue on her butt hole. “– there,” she moaned as my tongue pressed in place.

I stuck my tongue out eagerly and made sure to push against her sphincter, letting her tightness guide my exploration of her forbidden places. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs, slowly traveling up her flawless skin, giving her asscheeks a soft massage as I prodded at her butthole. Her thighs were silky smooth and so thick, and her ass was similarly juicy and lovely. My mistress's body truly was amazing.

“Come here,” Faith moaned.

It took some effort and time to peel my face from Faith's rear, but eventually, I was standing behind her, feeling myself grow harder the longer I stared at those divine, fleshy buns. I kissed her, drawing her closer, making her melt as we indulged in passionate romance. Then she turned and knelt over the chair, lifting that sweet bubble-butt higher, swaying it back and forth as an invitation. And an invite I accepted.

“Come on. Fuck your naughty mistress until you're drained and dried,” Faith moaned. “And tonight, I want you to go as many times as you're able to. Fill me up, Logan, as many times as you can, and cover me in your thick cream over and over.”

I wasted no time pulling off my boxers, giving her cheeks a nice slap before resting my cock in the cleft between those luscious buns, grinding my stiff shaft in between those perfect buttcheeks. Faith sighed and wiggled her rear, loving how hard I was. “Good boy,” she cooed. “Now make this ass yours.”

Wait, did she want me to... do her ass? “For real?” I asked, not able to believe my luck.

“Of course,” Faith encouraged, giving my cock a throb in anticipation. “How could I not want it? Your cock is so fucking good and I want you in every possible way.”

That was definitely enough permission.

Without further hesitation, I lined up with Faith's butthole, and pressed in slowly, the tightness clamping around me as I forced myself forward and deeper and deeper, trying hard to take it easy but getting harder by the moment.

“Fuck,” Faith panted as her butt relaxed enough for me to slip inside. “Jesus, Logan, it's incredible. Like you were made to fill my butt.”

I agreed. The further I slid inside Faith, the harder my cock got, and the more excited I became. I moaned as I bottomed out, finally hilting myself in my beloved, my hands wrapping tightly around her hips, as my thrusting got more vigorous. Faith seemed to love how vigorously and how rough I could take her ass because she loved encouraging me on.

“Logan, yes. Take me. It's yours, all yours,” Faith gasped. “Don't fucking stop. Love me, fill me, make me feel alive! Punish that ass! Come on, go as hard as you can. Harder, damn it. Please, my darling, my pet.”

I clenched my jaw tight, taking her ass hard and fast, pounding myself into her as Faith asked, desperate for more. I reached a handout and buried it in her long, sandy blonde hair, not caring if I pulled or yanked hard. Her squeal was full of joy and ecstasy, which gave me all the encouragement I needed.

“That's it, just like that,” Faith panted. “Don't ever stop. Just, harder.”

With my cock throbbing and aching and ready to explode, Faith cried out in pleasure. With her legs shaking, the loud screams told me that she reached her climax, so I slammed my hips hard, groaning as I unleashed a hot load inside her.

But neither Faith nor I were finished, however. Instead, I drew myself free and almost immediately made use of her mouth. She moaned with delight, gurgling and drooling. When I felt ready, I pulled myself free, I turned Faith to lay on her back on the table.

“That's what I like,” Faith panted, straightening up on her elbows as I lifted her knees towards her shoulders. “As many times as possible!”

“That was just round one,” I replied, winking as I sank my cock back inside Faith's anal ring. I grabbed hold of her thighs tightly and gave myself over to the sensation, thrusting into the beautiful girl, using her for my own needs. Faith pushed hard off the table, squeezing me tight, wrapping her hand around my throat. We were locked in an intense sexual position, both trying our best to drain the other. Faith certainly worked hard, her hand on my throat grew more intense, and it made me harder and faster.

Eventually, Faith couldn't hold back any longer. With another explosive orgasm, Faith fell back onto the table, sighing, and moaning, her breathing ragged and deep. But I kept at it as I unloaded deep inside, cum shooting inside of her.

It wasn't until 8 in the morning after the sun had risen even, that I left Faith's dungeon with a slight limp. After having taken her a few times, she had deemed it necessary to re-establish the power balance, so she pegged my ass in every which way and fucked my throat, filled my asshole until she had her fun, before finally declaring we were done.

So I headed back home with a smile on my face, feeling like the happiest, and luckiest, boy.

*

When I got home that same morning, greeted by a smiling Mom, I looked at the boxes of all my things. That's not correct grammar. It was just one box, but it held my computer. Clothes were in a few suitcases upstairs, along with other sleeping utensils. There had originally only been one suitcase, but Faith had dragged Mom to the mall a few days ago and the two had found plenty of new things for me, Faith even slipped in a few things from her own wardrobe that she had got for me a while ago.

“I can't believe you're going off to college on Monday. It feels like yesterday that you believed in Santa Clause,” Mom smiled. “Dad is working all day to have the hours… Anyway, I packed a kettle if you should need to boil water. And I think Dad has an old spare microwave we're sending with you too.”

“Mom, it will be fine,” I said.

“I know. I've seen pictures of the apartment Faith found for you, but it's nice to have something from home,” Mom said, stroking a hair out of my face. “You need a haircut too, young man.”

“Not today,” I said. Mom gave me a peck and sent me up to my room.

But instead of heading to bed, which is what I should've done given how worn out I was, I headed out on the garage roof. If anything, to still take advantage of that I was able to climb out here and to reminisce about this cul-de-sac that I'd grown up in. My first years were in Maine, but this was where I'd spent most of my years. However, it was just the last seven months that I could classify as good. Still, Milton Avenue would forever hold a place in my heart even if I might never live here myself.

So I lay there and watched the world for a bit. It was such a contrast, and almost unbelievable. From growing up with abusive bullies, without friends and without hope, slightly naive to the world and being shunned, to dating and pleasing a bombshell vampiress, growing into more of the young man I had the potential to become. And being closer to Mom and Dad, even more so. 

All within a short amount of time, really. It really speaks to the term 'behind every great man is a great woman'. Though Faith was often behind me in many various respects, I wasn't great. But I felt good about myself and it was honestly only because of her. It was hard to fathom she took pity on a decrepit fool like me, but she did, and I'd worship the ground she walked on for forever because of it. Perhaps even literally.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I found myself thinking of Anna. I wondered whatever became of her. How lucky was I that I didn't end up with her... Like with Faith, I'd be in her shadow, but unlike with Faith, I'd sulk and exist. In Faith's shadow, I thrived, and I loved it.

I don't know how long I had been lying out there on the garage roof, but eventually, I fell asleep and dreamt of my future with Faith.

I awoke to the sound of footsteps on the gravel. Not by my house, but down by Mr. Marsh's house. I was a bit groggy from sleeping on the roof, and my eyes were dry. But I still managed to get up on my knees and see who it was.

The figure was darkly clothed and moved across the street from a big SUV parked in a hurried manner, looking down the street to as if to check if anyone was watching them. But there was no one. Then they disappeared into the shadows of the old house, disappearing into the building. I could recognize the figure from a mile away. Jeremy. It had to be. What the hell? And why did he have Zach's car?

I got back inside and got ready to head over to Faith's house. It was quite early in the day, afternoon, and I knew Faith would still be sleeping, but I had to figure out what on earth Jeremy had in mind sneaking around the strange house. He had no reason to be there, right? To say I was alarmed was an understatement.

“Heading out already?” Mom called from the kitchen, but I was out the door before I had time to answer.

I ran down the street, past the other houses, and jumped the iron fence at the front of the old house. I normally went around the back, but this time I decided to go through the front door. It creaked as it swung open.

“Jeremy?” I called out. “I know you're here. Show yourself.”

There was no response, but I could hear a small thump from the basement. I closed the door behind me and ventured further into the house towards the door heading downstairs, finding that it was open.

The floorboards were rotten and creaked heavily beneath my weight as I carefully started moving down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I stood as quiet as I possibly could. I wanted to know what he was up to but didn't want him to discover me. He would still be able to fuck me up if it was Jeremy. A voice was coming from deeper within the old abandoned house. It sounded a bit muffled and distant. It was a gruff voice, clearly belonging to Jeremy, but I couldn't really hear what he was saying. It sounded more like he was muttering to himself more than anything.

What the hell is going on? What is his deal?

Then the voice quieted down, and I could no longer hear what was happening.

Peeking around the corner, my heart dropped as I saw the latch to the corridor that led to Faith's dungeon was wide open. That was the thump I heard earlier. Jeremy had to have gone down there, as there was nowhere else to go. I hurried towards the hidden passageway and opened it further. There was no time to sneak about. I rushed into the hallway, and my worst fear thundered inside my head and chest.

Jeremy was already by the final door that led into the living room. Too scared to call for him to back off, I hoped to God he'd get the better idea and get out of there. However, he opened the door and went inside, closing it behind him.

All questions of how he knew, how he got here, why he was here, were all evaporated as I stormed after him. I hesitated for a mere moment before I swung the door open, entering the living room ready to stop Jeremy no matter what.

I saw him across the living room, just beyond the seating area. He stood there with a long wooden stake in his hand, peeking inside the bedroom.

“Jeremy!” I called, panicking for him to hurt Faith.

He spun around, looking utterly surprised to see me there. Then he narrowed his eyebrows in a frown, his lips into an arrogant smirk. “I didn't think supernatural shit existed,” he said, looking down at his stake.

“And now you know it is real. Go home, you idiot,” I growled.

“Go home?” Jeremy chuckled. He gestured at Faith's bedroom with the stake. I realized my blood froze in horror. “That stupid bimbo you like to pretend is your girlfriend broke my arm! My shoulder dislocated so severely it took months of recovery and physical therapy. The doctors all say I'll never be the same quarterback again. So, I figured. I find her and ram this thing into her heart, and I'll kill that fucking cunt. Maybe I should have my fun with the vampire slut first, God knows she could use it if she's hanging out with your sorry ass.”

“You need to shut the hell up!” I roared, wanting to wipe that smug grin off his face with my fist.

“She's asleep anyway,” Jeremy laughed, but his laughter was cut short as I ran over to him and rammed my fist into his stomach, and he staggered back, losing the breath in his lungs. His look changed from superior to pure rage as he realized his mistake. “You,” he roared, grabbing the stake harder.

This wasn't a joke. If I let him touch Faith... I had to act.

I raised my fist and threw everything I had behind it, hitting him straight in the face. But Jeremy retaliated just as fast. The next thing I knew, the side of my head exploded in pain. I collapsed on my knees and groaned. It was painful as all fuck.

“Damn. Thought you were tougher than that, little faggot,” Jeremy snarled, coming up behind me and grabbed the back of my neck, pushing my head down. “Years of being a degenerate little bitch, I thought you'd learn how to take a punch.”

I tried to shake free, but his fingers were like a vise, pressing into me.

“Ah, don't worry,” Jeremy cooed, lowering himself as he raised my chin a bit to make sure our eyes met. His blood-smeared lip dripped blood and his teeth were covered in scarlet. “There are a lot of punches comin' for ya. Who's the bottom bitch now, huh, bitch?”

His knee jerked up, hitting me hard in the face. I crumbled down to the floor, spitting a big splodge of blood onto the carpet.

“Always did like that dopey look of yours when I beat the shit out of you,” Jeremy mocked.

Before I got my bearings, the football player hit me in the stomach, hard. I doubled over. A kick came to my crotch that sent pain shooting through my body. Jeremy let out a sadistic giggle, and his boot connected with my throat, pressing down slowly. My eyes began to bulge from the pressure, and everything turned black.

The next thing I saw was the ceiling, a very familiar scene. I'd had to blink a couple of times to process where I was, my brain foggy from being knocked around so badly. But instead of it being a playful slap, a whip across my back, or being thrown to the floor by a lusty vampiress, it was Jeremy who was beating the shit out of me.

“Learn your fucking place, nerd,” he growled, glaring at me. “FUCK YOU!” he shouted as he rammed a kick into my side, making me curl up in pain.

“Faith…”

A roar echoed from the bedroom. It didn't sound human, and Jeremy seemed startled. He paused and turned to look. Faith burst through the wall next to the doorway with incredible power and fury. In no time she was on Jeremy and the athlete was soon hovering above Faith as she held him by the hips and shoulders. One moment Jeremy was whole, the next he was torn in half, severed right down the middle with the entrails of the bully hanging from each side of the monster. A bloodied Faith stood, rumbling in a fashion not too far from a lioness before she turned and glared at me with red, bloodthirsty eyes.

I had never seen Faith like this before. I didn't even recognize the being I saw before me. It was scary. My brain was trying to grasp what it had seen, the split body of Jeremy. And Faith. She had killed him. Right in front of my eyes, and her eyes. And she wasn't done. Matted with blood, and with the still pained grunts of Jeremy, Faith threw his torso to the groan. With a shrieking roar, she silenced him with a slash across the throat, followed by several more. Blood spattered everywhere. Faith tore his limbs off, tearing into the abdomen, ripping the organs out, and scattering the pieces with her bloodied hands.

“Faith,” I muttered in shock.

She paused, her hand stuck inside his stomach. I don't think I should've said anything. For the first time since I met her, since I discovered what she was, I was afraid of Faith. Her gaze darted to me, and her eyes were utterly void of humanity. Only death, and bloodlust.

“Please, don't kill me,” I muttered, backing away from her, shaking. “Don't hurt me.”

Faith stared at me for a second, then she looked at the body before her. Then she looked at her arms, dripping with blood. She stood up, staring at the destruction around her. I couldn't speak, only watch and wait. I was ready to run, to flee her. But I had nowhere to go.

Faith slowly came towards me. She grabbed my hand, gently. Then she led me back into her bedroom, away from the massacre. She guided me to the bed, still drenched in blood, and sat me down.

I yanked my hands back and stood. Faith could easily have held me in place, but she let me go. She knew I saw her for the animal, the blood-thirsty killer that she was. When I took a step backward, her eyes grew with desperation as she plead.

“No, Logan, please,” Faith uttered in despair. Her voice was not her own. It sounded like an echo, of something not quite human. I heard that it was Faith who talked, but too much of the animal was still there.

I had seen her beat people up before, and I had seen her be rough, but she had never been as brutal as this. She had killed a man right in front of my eyes and in the most barbaric way possible. And now she pleaded with me, desperate for me to stay with her. I'd hear her pleads in a different state of mind, but not now. Not while her body was soaked in blood and the remains of Jeremy covered the living room floor.

“Logan, don't go,” Faith begged.

Unable to speak, I turned and fled. I half expected Faith to stop me by force, but she didn't. The last thing I saw was Faith, standing there, covered in blood, looking at me with eyes full of sorrow and pain.

I ran home, back to where it was safe, back where I belonged. When I got inside, I ran up to my room and locked the door. I lay on my bed and started to cry. I wanted to forget what I had seen. But I couldn't. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't real, that I had dreamed it, that Faith was perfect. But I couldn't. I just couldn't.

Images of Faith covered in blood, and Jeremy's dead expression as he was severed in half, kept flashing before my eyes, and I couldn't escape it. I curled up in a ball and sobbed. I knew what Faith was, that she had killed before, but a silly part of me had never envisioned I'd see it, see the true nature of it happening before my eyes and what it meant. I hated Jeremy, but I'd never in a million years thought his fate would be being torn apart.

Faith had to have known how I felt, she had to know I was afraid of her. She had to. I loved her. I still did. But I was scared and in shock. It was too much to bear. My whole body shook, and my heart pounded so hard it hurt.

“Logan, are you okay?” Dad called outside my door.

“I'm okay!” I called urgently. I couldn't tell him of all people. I just needed to be alone for a bit. 

Faith wasn't able to visit me as it was still afternoon, but even if she was, I doubted I'd want her to not right now. I'm not sure if confused was the right word, but as I heard those lion-like rumbles and saw those red eyes, I realized I had no idea who Faith truly was. Perhaps I'd never seen it, or perhaps it was her love for me that made her more human. I had no idea. I was a mess, and I just needed time to think.

That afternoon became evening. Then it was night, and then morning again. Not a word from Faith. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to reach out. I wasn't sure of anything. I slept like shit, barely sleeping. I went downstairs for food but found that I wasn't hungry. My conscious did feel rather heavy too, as I knew she was sensitive being waken up. She had made that very clear. It wasn't her fault, and I knew that, but that made me involuntarily think of her like some beast out of control.

I felt horrible for that, but I couldn't stop thinking about Faith.

I loved her, but she had really scared me. Even now, I could imagine her with blood all over her face, those red eyes, and the roar. It was like something out of a nightmare. And when she begged for me not to go... that made it so much worse. She sounded so desperate. So lonely, even. I felt like shit for leaving her like that, but what was I to do?

My mind kept going back to how I first met her, how I was terrified of her, and yet somehow ended up in bed with her. A lot felt like it had changed since I met her, thanks to her. I loved Faith. So much. So much that it actually hurt me. Her pleads and her expression as I ran away was burnt into my retina. But the fear was so fresh. I couldn't get over it.

That's when I finally understood. This was why she had been so reluctant to open up to me. She knew that I'd have to see the worst part of her. The darkness inside of her. The animal within. The demon. I was so stupid to think I could've known her. I didn't have the slightest clue what she was really like. And the worst part was that I still wanted to be with her. The animal, the demon, I wanted her. I'd never be so stupid as to wake her up and experience what Jeremy had endured. But I still wanted to be with her.

There was no one else for me. There would never be anyone else. Even if it meant I could never wake her up with breakfast in bed. Or hold her hand as we watched the sun set. Or find her sunbathing in the sun on the front lawn, or on some balcony. There was so much Faith and I could never do.

“I need to see her,” I muttered to myself, trying to man up to see her again. “I have to talk to her.”

I wasn't sure if it was bravery or need, or if I was stupid for her incredible beauty, but part of me tried to convince myself that this wasn't something she could help. I mean, the look on her face when she came to the realization of what she had done... that she had killed. She looked like a wounded puppy. While I had never seen her so dangerous, I had never seen her so vulnerable either.

One afternoon became another. I sort of hoped she would be the one to contact me, to reach out to me, but there was no word or sign of her. No text, no calls, nothing. Not even a single visit. Perhaps I should have texted her, but I figured that she'd reach out when she was ready.

The pain of the shock from witnessing Jeremy's murder was nothing compared to the pain of Faith's absence.