Chapter 2: Sweet Sounds of Blood
Cain stood there staring at his father who was hovering of a body covered in
blood. He knew who it was, it was just a gut feeling the kind of feeling you get when it
feels as if your heart has come to your mouth. Cain's father turned and looked at him a
crazed look in his eyes his face, hands, and chest was covered in the blood of his dear
half sister Mary Weather.
"What have you done to her!?" Cain asked glaring at his father who had clearly
murdered his sister.
"Only got rid of your distractions Cain. I have but one more to rid you of!" he
said walking towards Cain. His eyes seemed to glow in the pale light, the thunder seemed
to grow louder with his every step. Cain felt his heart pounding; he could hear it in his
ears. He was fearful of his own life, having no choice he ran from the room leaving
behind the blood covered Mary Weather. Thinking to himself as he ran up the long stair
well, 'was Mary really dead? Or was it just a trick of the light?' Cain reached his room
and slammed open the door diving onto his bed to grab a dagger he had kept there. It
would be his only protection, other then his beloved Riff. Cain stood there panting
holding his chest staring at the door way ready to stab his father if he walked in. Riff
slowly opened Cain's door.
"Master Cain?" he said peeking in. "I heard a scream what is going on?" he asked
walking in and over to Cain.
"Father, he has gone insane. He killed Mary Weather I think. I mean I saw the
blood and her body I think it was her body though I could be wrong, I only hope that I
was wrong." Cain said in a panic fast talk. Riff held onto Cain hugging him close.
"Wake up Master Cain." He said, Cain looked up at him confused.
"What?" he asked as Riff smiled at him.
"Wake up. Your dreaming Cain. Wake up now." Now Riff began to sound like
Mary Weather. Cain closed his eyes and opened them again. He was sitting by the fire
and there standing in front of him was Mary Weather, she looked ok. She was holding her
teddy bear close to her poking Cain.
"Wake up Cain." She said again, she looked as though she had seen a ghost with
the look of fright in her eyes.
"Mary Weather?" Cain looked around the room; it had all just been a dream. Was
all of it just a dream even his fight with Riff? "are you okay?" he asked her holding out
his hand to her, as she jumped into his lap hugging him tight.
"I got scared from the thunder. I heard you screaming my name so I wanted to
come down here to see if you where okay Cain. Are you okay?" she said looking up at
him. Cain sat there for a second looking at his little sister.
""yes Mary Weather I am. I was only having a bad dream.'' He told her hugging
her close to him and leaning back on the chair. Riff walked into the room holding a tray
of hot tea and cookies.
"Master Cain, Little Miss I brought you some tea and cookies. Its such a cold
night I thought you would like some." He said walking over with it. Riff set down the
tray on the coffee table and poured them both some nice hot tea. Cain reached over and
grabbed a cup sipping it slowly, he couldn't stop thinking of his dream and how real it
had seemed. After Mary Weather was sound asleep on the chair next to Cain, he sat up
and looked at Riff.
"Riff? Did you and I?" he said blushing a little. "Make love in the graveyard
tonight?" he asked.
"Yes Master Cain we did. Then we came home and you fell asleep there on the
chair by the fire where I put you." He answered smiling. Cain was relived to hear it, he
didn't want such a wonderful night with Riff to be nothing but a fantasy he had. Cain
yawned a little as Riff picked Mary Weather up to put her back into her bed.
"I will place Miss Mary Weather back to bed, you should head to bed as well
Master Cain." He said turning to look at Cain as he walked to the doors. Cain stood up
and followed Riff up to the bed chambers. He walked into his own bedroom and sat on
the bed putting his hand on his face. "It was just a dream." He said to himself sighing.
Cain laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, soon after he was sleeping soundly Riff
looking in on him from time to time. In the morning Cain could smell the sweet smell of
something cooking and fresh coffee brewing. He stood up from his bed and put on his
robe. Walking down the stairs the smell grew stronger he didn't know what it was he
only knew that it smelled very good. He followed the smell to the kitchen where there
standing over the stove was young Mary Weather cooking over a large pot the liquid in
the pot was dark red, the same color of blood. It smelled of Cinnamon and other spices.
The coffee was sitting on the table ready for Cain to drink it.
"Mary Weather? What are you making?" he asked her sitting down at the table.
"Just your breakfast big brother. It's a special breakfast, very special just for you."
She said smiling. Cain sat there he didn't really like the sounds of that, not in this house
hold. Something like that made it sound like she was cooking Riff or someone. Then he
thought to him self what if it was Riff? He sat upright.
"Riff?" he said into the kitchen.
"Yes Master Cain?" Riff said peeking out from the other end of the kitchen with a
bowl for Mary Weather.
"Nothing Riff." Cain sighed in relief that it wasn't Riff in the pot, but if it wasn't
Riff then who was it? Could it be father he thought to him self thinking about it all. Mary
Weather sat the bowl filled with the red goo in front of Cain as she smiled at him. The red
soup like goo had some kind of chunks in it, Cain couldn't tell what it was. He didn't
want to hurt Mary Weathers feelings so he ate what she had set in front of him, till there
was nothing left in the bowl. Mary Weather giggled just a little.
"Father would know what you think of him?" she asked Cain.
"What?" he asked looking at the bowl.
"He would like to know how he tastes?" she said giggling with an evil chuckle.
"MARY WEATHER! Did you?" Cain screamed at her.
"Cook our father?" she smiled. "Yes. He was being a bad daddy, so he needed to
die, I didn't know how to get rid of his body so I just cooked him and fed the remains to
my dear big brother!" she said with the evil glare in her eyes.
"WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" Cain screamed out gagging a little
at the thought that he just ate his father.
"Because you hate father, you should let him know what better way to hate him
then to disrespect his body by eating it!" Cain stood up, gagging at it more.
Had he really eaten his fathers remains? Was he a cannibal? The sweet smell
he had followed was the sweet smell of blood.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER THREE LOOK OUT FOR IT!