Edgar -Part 4-
*Edgars Dream*
I'm laying in a bed of straw. The smell of fried food, cotton candy, and horse shit, fill my nose. I try to raise my head but can't, the pain too severe.'Man they got me good, this time. He really was pissed.' I slowly open my eyes, it is completly dark. 'They must have thrown the tarp over me again.' I slowly roll over, my body in sever pain, trying to see threw the dark. Nothing. I listen for sound but hear nothing either. 'It must be pretty late, I can't hear anybody.' I lay back down, my head feels like its about to explode. As I lay down I hear footsteps coming close. I listen, as whoever it is, quickly makes their way to me. I hear the jingle of keys, then the clink of metal on metal as the gate swings open. The tarp is raised and an intense light glares into my eyes. As I blink in agony a shadowy figure comes inside, it is quickly on top of me, pinning me down and holding my mouth so I cant scream. The figure leans in and all I can smell is cheap moonshine, as a sickining laugh enters my ears. The figure leans back up and all I can see is a yellow, smoke stained grin, on a dark shadow.
"NOOO!" I wake up screaming again. I sit up and look around. 'Im not there?' I look around and relize that I am in a bed, in a bedroom, in Victors cottage. Suddenly Victor is in the room beside me. 'When did he get here?'
"Are you alright?! What happened? Is someone in here?" He begins to frantically search the room like he was actually going to see someone.
"I'm fine, no ones in here."
"Then why did you scream?"
"Bad dream, thats all. Must be from all that blood loss." I chuckle, trying to take the focus off my dreams. I try not to meet his eyes. Those eyes that seemed to look straight into my soul.
"A bad dream? Must have been pretty bad, your covered in sweat and pale as a ghost."
"Yeah a bad dream, why do you care, anyways?" His smile quivers. A stern look now on his face. "I thought you wanted me dead not to long ago, right?" He quickly gets in front of me. He grabs my arms as a now terrifying smile is on his lips. His face inches from mine, I can still smell whiskey and smoke on his breath.
"Listen, my young pup," He leans in close, I smell the sweet musk again, he whispers in my ear, a slow, cold voice fills my ear. "I am only going to tell you this one more time, you are in no position to ask questions right now. I will be doing that. You get to know, what I want you to know, and nothing more. I saved your life, which meens, you owe me now. And I ALWAYS get whats owed to me, one way or another."
I can't speak, fear clouding my thoughts. The yellow smile coming back ino my thoughts as Victors grip tightens painfully around my biceps. Tears begin to form as I prepare myself. 'He's too big,' I think to myself as his grip tightens again. 'Even if I was fully healed, I couldn't possibly fight this one off.' I manage enough strength to hold my tears back.
"Just do it."
"What?" His grip loosens."Do what?" He leans back and looks me in the eye. The sickening smile now gone, but his icy stare remains.
I look down to the floor, "Get whats owed to you, it's not like i'm in any position to refuse you."
I feel him staring at me. I shake my head causing my hair to fall in front of face, hoping he will just make it quick. He grabs my chin. I flich, not from pain, but by how gentle his touch is. He slowly brings my head back up. I see shock and sadness in his eyes. He gently pushes my hair back behind my ear. He slowly reaches up to touch the bald side of my head. I grab his hand as he gets to my ear, i'm starting to shake now.
"Why do you wear your hair this way?Every wolf I have seen always has their hair laying on the right side of their head since the left is shaved. But you, your different, you cover your shaved spot. Why? What are you hiding under those dark locks?"
"I just like it this way, thats all." I try to push his hand down but he doesnt budge.
"Your lying to me. I now there is something there, i've seen part of it before, now what it is?!" His voice now cold again. "Listen young pup, you had better start listening. I dont like to repeat myself, but it seems your a little slow so I will dumb it down for you. What...is...on...your...head?"
That was it, I could no longer hold back my tears. As the words came out of his mouth, my last bit of dignity shattered. I burst into tears while still in his grasp. I bring my hands up, trying to cover my face, but he stops me. He sits on the bed and pulls me close. The warmth of his embrace mixed with his sweet musk, begin to relax me. I bury my face in his chest as he lets me cry. After a few minutes i manage to pull myself together. I try to wipe my eyes but Victor stops me again. He turns my head, forcing me to look him in the eye.
"Don't hide it from me. I promise, the last thing I would ever want to do, is hurt you, my young pup." I smile up at him as he wipes the tears from my face. He pulls me close again laying down on the bed with me. He strokes my cheek. "Sleep. You need your rest." I nuzzle into his shirt as he plays with my hair. Within minutes I am asleep.
The next morning I awake to a silent room. I roll over expecting to find Victor. Instead, just a mound of blankets. I get up quickly, hoping to find him in the kitchen, or by the fire siping whiskey. I go out to a dark and silent cottage. The sun just peeking up over the horizon. The room is cold. 'I don't think he will mind if I start a fire.' I get to work and soon have a small fire going. I pull the fur blanket ,from my previous night, around me as the fire slowly begins to warm the room. 'Where the hell could he be? It's okay. He will be back. He has to come back. Why would he leave his young pup alone?" I stare out the window, waiting for my savior to return.
