Edgar -part 2-

As I lay on the floor, slowly regaining my consciousness, my head begins to throb. I take a breath and the sweet smell of a fresh fire, and something sweet, fill my nose. I struggle to sit up. As I open my eyes, I am greeted by a glare from the sun. I quickly blink as I try to adjust my vision. The pounding in my head mixed with the heat of the room making me naseous. I feel what appears to be fur, wrapped around my legs. I pull it off and leave it in a pile on the floor next to my bed. I can feel a cool breeze agaisnt my bare flesh. As my vision comes back to me, I begin to take in my surroundings. The cottage, it seems, is one large room. A door in the back must lead to the bedrooms. As I attempt to sit up again, I can't help but think 'Where the hell am I?' The pain in my stomach returns. I place my hand on it and feel the soft cloth now tied to my skin. I quickly inspect myself to find that all my wounds have been cleaned and dressed. 'Someone certainly wasn't shy about washing me either.' I thought, as I inspected the rest of my body.

My thoughts are quickly put aside as the sweet smell of meat fills my nose. I turn to see the remaints of a meal placed out. Was it for me? 'Well they did patch me up, they must have left this for me!' I begin to tear at the flesh as I stuff my mouth. I don't remember the last time I had a roast rabbit this tender and sweet. I swallow chunks of meat, fat, and bone all at once. I crack open the skull to get at my favorite part. My eyes wonder up to the pot hanging above the fire. I lean in for a better smell and the intoxicating smell of blood and sweet cream fill my nose. I take a deeper smell and now it to be horse blood. Possibly from the one out front? I take the ladel from its hook and take a spoonful. The metalic taste lingers on my tounge for only a second as the sweetness of the cream mixes well with the fresh blood.

After I eat my fill, I slowly pull myself up. I stretch my aching body. Every inch of my body screaming at me to lay back down. I manage to take a few steps before the pain takes ahold of me once again, forcing me back down to my spot by the fire. 'On second thought, maybe I don't want to go outside just yet.'As I lay back down on my makeshift bed, I feel a cool breeze agaisnt my bare stomach. 'Mmm, That's nice.' After one more quick glance around, It seems as though my savior is out. I lay back with my hands under my head. I bend ny knees up, opening my legs, letting the cool breeze caress every inch of my exposed flesh. 'Ahh, always nice to air out your manhood!' I think to myself as I lay back and listen to the dieing rain. The harsh winds nothing but a memory now. The sounds of woodchimes echo in the distance. I inhale deeply and a strangely inticing smell fills my nose. I hear a faint chuckle. I open my eyes and look down. From between my knees I see a rather large man, staring down at me as he silently chuckles to himself. I quickly grab the fur and pull it over myself as I sit up. My head begins to spin again from the sudden movement. He continues to chuckle as he makes his way over to me and sits in a chair in front of the fire. I turn to face him, not wanting to leave my back to him.

"Who are you?" I ask him.

He stops laughing and stares at me, a warm smile is now on his face. I look up into his eyes, a pair of piercing, bright blue eyes stare back at me. His gaze, although warm and soothing, is also cold and intimidating. Something else was there. Something I couldn't see, yet...

"How are you feeling, my young pup? Better I hope?"

I puff out my chest, in a rather feeble attempt to look bigger. "Who are you?! I won't ask you again!"

He laughs. "Oh, looks like this pups balls have dropped early! I dont think your in any position to be asking the question right now. I'll be doing that if you don't mind my young pup."

"Young pup?! I am NOT a young pup! I'm a fucking full grown man!" I scream as I get up on my knees, clutching the fur around me as my head starts to spin again. My anger blinding me from the pain.

"Full grown, are we?! Well, how many 'full grown' do you know that would let a pewny fucking human get the better of him?" He says calmly, a chill running down my spin as he points to my stomach. I pull the fur closer, covering my wounds as best I can. "Nah, your still too young." He says as he leans back in his chair, a gleam in his eye that suddenly turns his warm grin, into a sick smile that made my stomach leap. "Need to learn you lesson the hard way, dont you?"

I was suddenly lost for words. Not that I had nothing left to say to this bloodsucking bastard, I just, couldn't bring myself to say it. Something in his icy stare forced my angry words back into my mind. His smile is now gone, a menacing stare on his face as he leans closer to me. I inhale deeply as his smell hits my nose, the sweet, inticing musk that brought him to my attention earlier. I inhale again as the smell strangly calms me.

"Now, i'll ask you one more time, how are you feeling?" He leans back in his chair as he asks me again. He reaches into a small tin, pulling out a cigarette, he brings it to his lips and lights it. Never taking his eyes off of mine.

"Like shit. Every last inch of my body is fucking screaming at me!" I sit back down. No use trying to intimidate this guy. I rub my forehead, trying to releave some of this preasure.

"Well maybe next time, you'll be more careful where you turn."

" I AM carefull!" I yell back at him. Regreting it instantly as my head starts to ring.

"Obviously not if they were fucking chasing you! It's just a pity they didn't manage to get you." He replys cooly to me. His voice suddenly terrifying. Cold.

"Well, if you wanted them to 'get' me, then why help me?" I quickly reply. He stops and stares at me, no expression left on his face, just a blank icy stare. He simply looks at me as if there is nothing left to say. He too, suddenly lost for words.