Victor -Part 5-
I storm outside, angry with myself. 'What the fuck am I doing? I had him, and I just...couldn't do it. I've never stopped before. What the fuck is wrong me? What kind of spell does this wolf have on me?' I pace the front porch, the clouds and wind coming back. I look up to the sky, the cool air refreshing against my now sunburnt skin. 'Thats what I get for caring, I guess.' I smell rain in the air. 'Looks like another bad one tonight.' As I stand there I hear a russle in the trees. I turn to look at the opening in front, to see two questionable men approuching me. I quickly meet them half way, not wanting them any closer to my front door than they had to be. 'Just in case...'
"Can I help you gentlemen with anything this evening?" The bigger man stands quiet, his face unflinching, as the slightly smaller, and seemingly younger, of the two smiles at me.
"As a matter of fact, you most certainly can! Me and my friend here," he points his thumb over his shoulder at his companion. "are trying to find someone. My name is Marcus, and this fellow here is Sam." I look the two of them over. The younger one is a dirty blonde, scrawny, pale, unwashed little puke I already dispise. I look behind him to his friend who just stares back at me. He is a big dangerous looking thug, obviously this little twits bodygaurd. As I look at them I can't help but notice the shabby soiled clothes they probably have been wearing for a few months now. I see that both of them have rather large holes on their shoulders. Branded on both of them is a large circle with the words 'Hans Freak Show' inside of it. 'Just like Edgars. This must be how he marks what's his, sick fuck.'
"So how can I help?"
"Well we are looking for someone. Ya see we work for Hans traveling carnival and one of our attractions has gotten loose. We think he might have come this way at some point, you wouldn't have happened to hear or see anyone the other night did you?"
"No," I struggle to remain calm as my heart starts to race. "I havn't seen anything or heard anything since I came out here two weeks ago." They are looking for him. My sunburns no longer seem for nothing. "What did this fellow do?"
"Well, it seems not long after he got out, he came to a little tavern at the edge of the mountains. While he was in there, he got spooked by a couple drunks and, well, it wasn't pretty." He starts to chuckle, his friend with a nasty smirk on his face.
"What happened?"
"Well apparently he tore them to fucking shreds. Blood, bone, skin and guts thrown all over the place. The walls and everyone around was covered in it. Anyways he took off and they tried chasing after him, but he managed to get away. We think he may still be close, one of the hunters says he had gotten a good shot and he was bleeding real good." His small pointy face now has a smile that makes me cringe. My heart is pounding in my ears as it takes all my strength not to rip these two to shreds.
"He must be pretty dangerous then, if he can take a bullet and still outrun everyone."
"Well this isn't your average young man. He is one of our main attractions, he-"
"How can a person be an attraction?" I interrupt.
"They can if they are a fucking werewolf." The younger man is starting to gett angry as I see hif friend tense up. 'These two are hard to read. Hans must have done something to their minds so I can't get in.'
"A werewolf? Thats impossible, you can't catch those. It's either kill it, or it kills you."
"Not if they are too young. Get them as pups and you can keep them small, weak, easy to handle." He smiles, showing negleted brown teeth.
"And how do you keep them small?" My heart sank to know the answer.
"Just don't feed 'em enough. You give them just enough to be healthy, but not enough to get their full strength. Keeping them locked up tight helps too." My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach as I picture Edgar, chained away in some small cage with a silver collar digging into his neck, being starved just to make that sicko money. Being stared at by disgusting humans with their sick fasination of our kinds. It explains his stature and many scars in a sickening light. 'My poor young pup.'
"Wouldn't they eventually grow strong?"
"Not if it's done right. And good ole Hans has been doing it right for years. He had one before, but she was getting on in years, time for some fresh meat, as he says. We kept her around to raise the little one, but once Hans said he was ready to go, we took care of her." His sick smile back.
"Well I am afraid I can't help you gentlemen. I havn't seen any 'werewolves' running around my neck of the woods. But if I do, I will make sure that you two are the first ones to know."
"Well just keep an eye out, dont let his size fool you, this one is deadly. He'll kill you if he gets the chance. We are staying just outside the town a few miles back. Just look for the purple tents."
"I'll be sure to do that." He tips his hat to me and beckons his friend to fallow as he leaves. The bigger man does not move but just stands there staring. But he is no longer staring at me, instead he is looking towards the cottage. I turn, my heart racing to see what he is looking at. I turn to see the curtains moving, as if someone had just been standing there. My heart stops.
"Someone is here." He says not taking his eyes of the window.
"What? Who?" Marcus turns back to look at the window.
"Someone looked out the window." He turns to look at me, that twisted smile now back on his face. "Maybe they saw something." He starts to walk towards the door.
"I didn't know anyone else was here. Maybe they did see something." He, too, has an unsetteling smile.
"There is no need to ask him, he saw nothing." I desperatly try to convience them this was the truth.
"But how can you be so sure? Maybe they got up to take a piss and saw a giant dog run by the window."
"I'm sure he would have told me if he did. Trust me, he saw nothing."
They both stop and turn back to me. "How can you be sure?" Marcus replies, a cold look in his eyes.
"Because he has been sick. Thats why we are out here."
"Well I think we want to ask ourselves,"
"NO!" Before I know it, Sam has me in a vise like grip.
"You aint goin' nowhere till Marcus asks your friend what he saw. Vampire." A sick chuckle meets my ear as I watch Marcus make his way to the front door. My heart is in my throat as he opens the door and walks inside.
