Victor -Part 3-
I stared into the fire as I pondered his question. Why did I save him? I could have just as easily killed him myself. I slowly sip my whiskey, enjoying the smooth burn down my throat. The sound of crackling flesh tells me our dinner is done. I pull a bird off and hand it to Edgar. "Here, eat, my young pup, you need to get your strength back." He begins to devour it. I take the rest off and hand them to him. He devours them one after the other. "Such an appetite for such a young one,"
"Stop!"
I stop as his sudden outburst takes me by surprize. I regain my composer quickly. "Stop what, pup?"
"Stop that, stop calling me a young pup! Im not a young pup and i'm certainly not YOUR young pup!"
He brings up his hand, resting it agaisnt his forehead as he tangles his fingers into his hair. I can only look at him. 'No, your not mine,' I think to myself, 'At least, not at the moment.'
"But is that not what you are?"
"Yes, but my name is Edgar," He turns to me, anger starting to show as his ears get red. "I am not a young pup!"
"Well compared to me, you are. I have many more years on this earth than you do. " I lean back in my chair as he contemplates this. The red in his ears going away as his anger subsides. He lowers his hand and turns to me. With his hair hanging on the left side of his head to cover his brand. I am able to get a clear veiw from the right side. He has some color back to his face. His cheeks full and his eyes even birghter. As I look at his face, I see scars I hadn't noticed before. Some of them fresh, others years old, probably from child hood. They must have been bad if they still havn't healed. I look down his neck. I notice marks all around it, as if he had worn some type of collar, too tight, for too long. Scabs, from what must have metal digging in, circle his throat. He shakes his head and a rouge bunch of hair falls in front of his face. The dark lock obscurring the gree of his eyes. This time I can't hold back. I reached my hand gently over and tuck the hair behind his ear. He flinches at my touch and moves, leaning away from me. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no,no, you just, uh, startled me. Thats all, just startled me." He wraps his arms around himself as he looks to the fire again. I can see pain in his eyes. How could something as simple as tucking a stray hair, cause such harm? I want to reach out to him, but I dont want to startle him again. He takes another sip of his drink, he begins to slump into my chair.
"You should get to bed." I stand up and help him to his feet.
"But I dont have a bed." He stumbles slightly agaisnt me as I lead him back to the bed room.
"No but I do, You can sleep in my bed now." He is suddenly out of my grasp and turns to face me. He sways as he tries to stand straight.
"I knew it, your up to something, aren't you?! Didn't get enough last night, you sick bastard!"
"What the fuck are you talking about? I'm letting you sleep in there so you can be comfortable-"
"Bullshit! Your gonna do it to me to, aren't you!" I can see the pain in his eyes as tears start to form. What was he talking about? "Your just like them aren't you? Your all the same." He sways as he falls to the floor. I quickly pick him up carrying him into the bedroom. If I had any intention of staying in here with him I didn't now. I lay him down in the middle and cover him. So much pain in his eyes. What was this young pup hiding from me? And why did it bother me so much? I make my way out into the front room and relax in my chair. I can smell him on my chair still. A scent so sweet, it was like pure sugar in my nose. I buried my nose in the fabric and took a deep smell of it. The sweet mix of flowers and fruit fill my nose, along with the unmistakable smell of the wolf that sat here. But it strangly no longer bothered me. I was beginning to enjoy the smell. The warm feeling in the pit of my stomach returning. His smell begins to make my head spin, my body aches as arosal slowing comes over me. "NO!" I sit up pulling myself away from his intoxicating aroma, "I can't, he's a wolf, it's not right. I wont give in, I have much better controll than to let myself get a hard on by some young wolf." I get up and quickly go to the other chair. His smell still lingering on me. I try to ignore it but I cant. As I finally drift to sleep, thoughts of Edgar, lying naked before me, enter my mind. His slim figure glistens in the fire light as his green eyes beckon me, begging me to come closer.
