<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">12:09 am<br/>Location: Sawyer's Books | Parking Lot Outside of Sawyer's Books </span></span><br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Caleb's day had started out the same way it had every single day he had been back to New Arklow. He got up at six am after a good five or six hours of sleep, pulled on a pair of jogging shorts and an old t-shirt then was out the door to run with his ipod nano hooked to his toned bicep blaring a mixture between alternative, rock, metal and some pop into his ear canal.  His refreshing morning run would last around two miles as he circled around the residential neighborhood he lived in, waving at the parents of the kids who had treated him like shit in school. They didn't know that their kids used to throw him into garbage cans and pants him in the locker room. Of course they didn't, they thought their kids were perfect little angels. But they weren't. Everyone had a dark side, even Caleb. If he could he would definitely go back in time and turn the tables, making all of their lives a living hell. Just the thought of it made Caleb's skin tingle.<br/><br/>After a mile of jogging he got so hot that he took off his shirt and stuck it in the waistband of his shorts, revealing his pale, toned torso. His pecks were small, but he did have slightly defined abs and a gentle V that led into his groin. Caleb loved his body as did all of his ex boyfriends who were usually bigger and more muscular than he was and adored how skinny yet fit he was. A lot of girls liked it too. Caleb felt more confident with his shirt off, smiling and waving at everyone he passed for the last mile of his run before he was done and wiped the sheen of sweat from his body with his shirt before he forced himself into a shower that could never decide which temperature it wanted to be. Caleb was very irritated by his shower. If they had spent so much money on this house, how the hell did it not have hot water constantly?<br/><br/>Regardless of how crappy his shower felt, Caleb pulled himself out of his crappy mood so that he could cook him and his mother some food. His mother didn't know how to cook anything and his father was always the one to make food. Thankfully his father taught him how to make many things before his untimely death so that his mother wouldn't just result to take out and become a fat mess. It was almost a month since her husband had died and she was still hiding up in her room most of the time watching crappy soap operas. Caleb had to pull her out of her room every day just to help him out at the book store otherwise he wouldn't even bother opening. He couldn't do everything on his own there and his family refused to hire anyone who wasn't in the family. With the limited amount of family they had his parents just decided it would be better if they ran it themselves. Which they did with the help of their only son until he went off to college. Now Caleb was back and wishing he could just be in his dorm again. Away from his mess of a mother and New Arklow for good. Michigan was so much more beautiful and less... odd. His thoughts started to overpower what he was doing and before long Caleb had a mess of pancake batter all over the place. A frown tugged at his features as he started to clean everything up, cursing under his breath.<br/><br/>"Caleb Jackson Sawyer," his mother voice cut through the air like a blade, piercing his ears. Without even meaning to Caleb's bluish green eyes rolled in their sockets. Like she had any room to talk about swearing. At least he did it quietly and not around the customers while they were at work. But this time she was not getting after him about his quiet swearing, she was actually praising him. Her voice always sounded the same in the morning. "That smells wonderful. What is it?"<br/><br/>"Cinnamon pancakes with hickory bacon and blueberry pomegranate juice. Just give me a second to clean this up and I can resume making breakfast." Caleb stood up and threw away the paper towels he had used to clean up the mess, his head turning to look at his mother. It was nice to see her out of bed on her own accord, even if she was nowhere near ready for work. She simply smiled at him and sat down at the table, pouring herself a glass of juice. It was another ten minutes before everything was cooked and ready to eat. Caleb sat the food in front of his mother and she breathed in the scent then dug in. So not only was she finally out of bed she was finally eating more than ice cream and Doritos. "It's really nice to see you up and out of bed, ma." Caleb broke the silence after they were done eating, wiping off his full lips from a small amount of bacon grease and maple syrup.<br/><br/>"It's nice to be out of bed. Now, I'm going to go get ready. Don't leave without me."<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The shop was awfully slow that day and while they were supposed to close at ten, his mother went ahead and left around eight asking Caleb if he would lock up. Of course the blonde agreed, letting his mother take his car home with her. Caleb loved to walk. Even in New Arklow which was weird since Caleb hated absolutely everything about New Arklow. But walking home in the middle of the night was one thing he loved doing. The night was just as alive during the daytime if not more. And the people were always so... friendly. Even Caleb could get along with the friendly people in New Arklow. More often than not he slipped out in the middle of the night to go walking to clear his head, trying to shake out the memories that he had with his father. Also the life he left behind in Michigan. Trent said he would wait for him, but at this point in time Caleb couldn't see himself leaving New Arklow anytime soon. Not if his mother was going to be a basket case over her dead husband for any longer. Now sitting at his laptop, that's exactly what Caleb told Trent over skype. The tall redhead didn't respond for the longest time. When he did, Caleb's heart jumped in his chest.<br/><br/><em>But I love you. And I need you too.</em>Trent replied. Caleb shook his head and ran a hand through his styled blonde hair. How the hell was he supposed to respond? Of course he loved Trent too, they had been together for a year now. Met in their anatomy class and had the whole chemistry thing going together. But Caleb couldn't leave his mother. She was pretty much the only family he had left.<br/><br/><em>I'm sorry.</em>Caleb responded, closing his HP laptop and slipping it into his Power Rangers messenger back before slipping out the front door, quickly locking the door behind him. The blonde male didn't even notice all of the commotion behind him until he turned around to face it, his face contorting in fear at the gruesome sight of dead bodies littering the parking lot of his family business. Broken bones and coagulating blood and a plethora of other things flooded Caleb's vision. That was before he was knocked to the ground, the back of his head smacking the pavement as he cried out in pain. Whoever was on top of him was extremely strong because the way that they were straddling his body made it feel like his pelvis was being crushed. Another cry of pain emitted from Caleb, this one louder and more desperate than the one before it.<br/><br/>Before he could get a good look at who was on top of him he was bitten right above the collar bone. The feeling was that of unwanted arousal and more pain than he had ever felt in his life. Yet almost as soon as the fangs punctured his skin they were ripped out and someone stood in front of him. A young pale boy with dainty, yet attractive features. The words that came out of his mouth weren't attractive at all and Caleb scowled, unable to move due to the fact he couldn't feel the lower half of his body. When the blonde man opened his mouth to say something cocky, blood poured out like a broken dam. Soon after the taste of blood took over his taste buds, the difficulty to breath came.<em>Thank you, captain obvious.</em><br/><br/>"Fuck you." Caleb rasped out through the blood and his inability to breath properly. Cocking his head back, the blonde spat with the rest of his strength, a large spray of his blood arching up at the other male's face.