Victor -Part 1-
I sat in front of my fire, enjoying the sweet smell of roasting rabbit on my spit. I slowly turned and basted the animal as I sip my whiskey. The sound of the pounding rain growing stronger as the wind picks up speed. I look to my window to be greeted by the beautiful moon in her full glory. ' Such a beautiful site on such a dreary evening. So much for my evening stroll.' I thought as I leaned back in my chair and gazed at her beauty. The time slowly creeps by as the storm gradualy gets worse. I take a small bit of flesh from my soon to be dinner and have a taste. 'Almost,' I tell myself, ' another glass and I think you'll be done!'
I go back to the bottle waiting on my table and fill my glass once more. I catch something, a flash, from the corner of my eye. Was it a trick of the fire light? My curiousity now peeked, I make my way to the front door. I step out onto my front porch and check my surroundings. My horse still where I left her. I scan the perimeter once more. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, I turn to go back inside. As I do, I am stopped in my tracks. A familiar sound enters my ears. Off in the distance I hear the unmistakable howl of a wolf. This one in obvious pain. 'Poor stupid bastard.' Is all I can think of those creatures. I smell the air, the scent of fresh blood mingles with the odor of wet dog. 'Dirty fuckers, I hope they catch you, and skin you alive!' Filthy wolves. Always sticking their muzzles up the wrong ass. And they call us vile. At least I make sure the neck is clean before I sink my fangs in.
I go back to my chair by the fire. I baste my catch one more time before sitting back down. I begin to watch the fire. The dancing flames almost hypnotizing. I begin to loose myself in it, when suddenly I am awoken from my dreamy state by a rustling outside my window.I look up to see a dark shadow pass by, heading to the front door. I watch and liten as I hear the sound of dragging feet coming closer to my door. The shadow reaches its destination. I hear a thump agaisnt my door as the cause of this shadow slumps agaisnt it, attempting a weak almost pathetic knock at my door.' I really shouldnt do this,' I contemplate to myself as my hand makes its way to the door handle. I hover there for only a few seconds before deciding agaisnt my better judgment and letting this unknown beast into my home. I am greeted by the form of a young man collapsing into my arms. He is soaking wet, must have been out in this for a while. Streaks of dirt and blood cover him from head to toe. The sweet smell of fresh blood enters my nose once again.
I take him and lay him down in front of the fire. As I do, he opens his eyes. As I look down at him, I am greeted with the brightest pair of green eyes I have ever seen in all my years. They seem to sparkle in the fire light. They close as quickly as they opened as he fades into the darkness. I scan his body to see how injured he really is and find the cause of his pain. A rather large, nasty gash just under his navel. Something in my mind suddenly changed. The disgust I once felt towards this creature now gone. Pushed from my brain as the thoughts of helping this young man came flooding in. ' I shouldn't be doing this,' I thought to myself, as I began to clean his wounds. ' I should hate you. My kind has hated yours since the beginning of time.' But I didn't hate him. Not any more at last. Something about this boy made me want to help him. Was it fate? Or perhaps devine intervention that brought this beast to my door? Whatever it was, something told me I had to help him. So I did.
In his comatos state, cleaning and dressing his wounds was quick and easy. I began to clean the dirt and blood from his body and was stopped when I got to his face. I slowly brushed his beautiful dark hair away from his eyes. Those stunning bright green jewels that held so much mystery. As I look down at this poor creature, my mind suddenly races with questions about this mysterious stranger. I lean back taking more of him in.
"Such a young pup you are. What are you doing so far from your pack, your far too young to be out here on your own just yet." I wisper to myself. "Get in a bit of trouble did we? I'm not surprised, these young wolves don't know how to keep their cocks in their pants."
As I sat there, watching his chest slowly rise and fall, I couldnt help but wonder. Why was he here? Why was such a young pup so far from his own kind? These beast controlled the northern woods, which included the mountains. But why was he so far south. This was my kinds territory. Only a very brave wolf would wonder in alone. Or a very stupid one. I guees I will just have to wait for this beast to wake up before I can get my answers. I finish with my cleaning and step back to inspect my work. I stand and walk to the other side of the room. I grab a large fur from the chest and cover him in it, giving him some dignity when he wakes. I pull my dinner from the fire and place it on a large platter. After I have had my fill I place the remaints of the carcass in front of his sleeping figure. ' I'm sure you'll be hungry when you finally get up.' As I head off to my room, I take one last glance back at the sleeping young figure by my fire. The youngster stirs slightly as he rolls closer to the fire. As he turns I am granted a glimpse of his backside. Smooth tan flesh meets my stare. I linger on his flesh a few seconds longer than I would like to admit. Something about this young one seemed to intice me. I shake my head in an attempt to clear my mind of such vulger thoughts.
"Your not like like the others are you? What secrets hide behind those bright eyes? Sweet dreams my young pup."
I lay in my bed, staring up at my ceiling as I replay the scenes of our introduction in my head. I cant help but think, who is he, where is he from and why is he here? Why do I wish to help him? What does fate have in store for us? These thoughts stay with me for only minutes. Soon they are replaced with the image of this young wolf, Lying naked before my fire in all his god given glory. All I can picture is his tan, smooth flesh, glistening in the pale light of the fire, as I slowly drift into sleep.