Blasphemous Relations

One - Empty and Void

Well, that's a first. I didn't know the bastard had the ability to admit to that.

"Mates? You guys? Ha! Wolves are possessive of their mates and you and your supposed mate aren't even in a relationship. Don't make me laugh! Claim him if you want me to back off or let me have him!" Pianistas argued like I wasn't standing right there.

"Like hell I'll let you have him! My claiming him is none of your business, you glorified cat."

"Cause being a glorified dog is any better."

Blaise emitted a loud growl, his eyes flickering between that of his human and that of his wolf. "Get the fuck up, Xenos, and let's go." He demanded.

I quickly stuffed my still hard member back into my briefs then pulled up my pants quickly. I pulled my hair into a simple messy coiled bun and jumped off the bed. "Don't tell me what to do!" I scolded weakly, my voice still husky from my previous predicament. Not to mention this bastard boner wouldn't go down. "Pianistas..." I trailed off.

"No, Xee, don't bother. I'll have you soon. He'll mess up and I'll have you for myself." He stated like a simple fact, his eyes softening as he looked into mine. It didn't stop me from feeling like utter shit.

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Come on, this doesn't mean I'm getting back with him."

It did.

"Xenos!" Blaise snapped. "Come here. Now."

I jumped at the angry tone in his voice but quickly recovered to raise an eyebrow at the demand. The hell did he think he was? What right did have to act in such a manner? It's not like he cared about me in a way that wasn't so...condescending.

"Please." He grumbled in such way that showed how hard it truly was for that word to fall from his pompous lips.

I gave a curt nod before pushing past both of them and stomping out the room with my groin aching and my head spinning. Now I'm mad. I'm really freaking mad. How dare he? Huh? How dare they?!

Lord, Pianistas is going to get me into so much trouble.

Screw this bastard boner as well.

I left the manor to go back to my own, stewing in my own anger and frustration. This situation is getting out of control with that bastard Blaise. I can't do this. I really can't.

Fuck it, I can't go home.

I made a sharp U-turn, heading towards one of my favourite bars instead. I needed a lot of alcohol and a little bit of comfort from a certain resident daemon. Accelerating to a dangerous speed, I practically flew into Townsend.

Townsend is a town just over from Wilbrook; about 30 kilometres. Wilbrook is a medium-sized town made up of religious humans and supernatural humans living in a forged harmony to promote the lifestyle of peace. Townsend was the exact opposite of Wilbrook with a larger, more liberal community that supported about everything under the sun. It's the most popular town for supernatural creatures to hang out because same-sex mates can walk and kiss freely without anyone so much as batting an eyelash at it.

As I walked into the bar, I immediately took a seat at the piano at the stage. I ran my fingers lightly over the piano, taking a shuddering breath in an attempt to keep myself together because I could feel my hands tremble. I don't know whether it was from anger or pain. I cleared my throat and began to play the soft tune that came to my head.

"I wish that it would be over now but I know I need you here. You say I'm crazy, cause you don't think I know what you've done. But when you call me 'baby', I know I'm not the only one." I sang, my heart clenching painfully in my chest as my fingers glided over the keys of the baby grand piano in the medium-sized karaoke bar in Townsend. My eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears at bay although I could feel them pushing against my eyelids, seemingly trying to escape the pain too.