Victor -Part 8-

I sit in a corner chair in the mayors office. I watch as he talks to the usuall subjects. I quietly smoke my cigarette as I wait for him to notice me there. It takes him almost an hour to finally see me. "Oh, Victor there you are. Victoria said you would be stoping by to talk to me." He walks over and sits with me, lighting his pipe.

"Yes, I wanted to ask if you have heard any more news from these people, or that Hans fellow?"

"Not yet, but the day is still early." He chuckles. Good, nothing yet. Maybe Marcus never made it back? "Is there anything else you want to discuss? If not-" A young man comes in quickly.

"Sorry sir, but you told me to come and get you as soon as that carnival started to leave." My heart skips a beat. 'Leaving?'

"About damn time. Been here long enough."

"When are they leaving?"

"Now, I think. The train is starting to smoke." I get up and quickly go to the window. In the distance I can see the smoke billowing from the train.

"Did any of them say why they are leaving?"

"Something about, we got what we came for, now we can continue on. Must be important, they are leaving in a hurry, like they can't wait to get out of here." I run out of the office and back to the house. 'Please still be there.' I run inside and begin to scream for Edgar, within seconds Martha is in the room.

"Will you cut out that racket! What are you trying to do, bring the whole house down?"

"Where is Edgar? Please tell me he is still here?"

"I...uh...i'm afraid not. He left not to long ago, right after talking to your sister, and I havn't seen him since."

"Victoria talked to him? What did she says to him?" I begin to panic as Victoria enters the room. "What did you tell Edgar!?" I turn to face her.

"I told him the truth, the real reason he was really here. I felt he had a right to know, given all he has been through in his life."

"And what reason would that be?"

"The same as all the others, use him for a few months then throw him out like garbage. I have sat back, year after year, watching you lure your pray in, toy with their emotions, then toss them aside like they ment nothing to you. I told you to take it easy with him, but you are too stubborn to liten. Edgar is not like the others, he deserves better than you." Her words cut like a knife. Yes I have had more than my fair share of lovers, but they were nothing like my Edgar. This young pup was doing something I never thought would happen. I had feelings for him, that I never had before. How could she accuse me of doing such a thing to him.

"I know Edgar is different, which is why this is not like all the others. I-I want Edgar, body and soul." Victoria just looks at me. Disbelief on her face.

"I want to believe you this time, but something tells me you can't change, not after all this time." She leaves the room.

"The train!" I run out of the house and back to the train. I cut through the woods hoping to catch it before it picks up any speed. 'They must have found him wondering around, I have to get him off that train.' Soon I see the train. It is quickly picking up speed, I run to catch up. Soon the trees become thick and keeping up becomes impossible. I stop and watch as the train speeds away, my young pup trapped somewhere inside. 'I have to figure out where they are going. I turn and quickly head back to their camp. Maybe they left some type of clue to the next stop. I come to a clearing literd with debri. I go through the papers and quickly find what I am looking for, a poster with a list of cities. I soon figure it out and go back home. There was no way I was getting there on foot. I get back and go strait back to my room, ignoring Marthas protests. I slam the door in her face and begin packing, as I finish Victoria walks into the room.

"And where the hell do you think you are going now?"

"To get Edgar. They have him."

"How do you know they have him, maybe they just gave up."

"No, they have him and I have to get him back."

"You don't have to do anything. That wolf belongs to them and now that they have him, they can do as they please with him and leave!"

"NO!" I slam my fist on the table, making her jump a little. "He belongs to me, Edgar is not his property, he is my..." I stop. What was Edgar to me? Although my mind and body wanted the same thing, my heart kept telling me differently.

"He is your what? He is nothing to you, he-"

"He is everything to me! I'm not going to lose this one." I grab my bag and storm out, jumping on my horse and riding off towards the train. I can see the smoke in the distance, I ride faster, not wanting to lose sight of it behind the trees. 'Hold on Edgar I will be there soon.' After riding for an hour the train finally begins to slow down. I slow my horse not wanting to be to close, in case Hans has smelt me on Victor. Soon the train comes to a complete stop by another town. I go behind the trees and watch in the distance as they begin to unload the train. They quickly set up another camp. I look for Hans and see him emerge from the last car. I see Marcus approaching him. I strain to listen to what they are saying.

"So did the mutt learn his leason yet?

"He will learn it when he learns it." Hans walks past Marcus who fallows closely behind him. 'He must be in there.' I sit back, knowing I will have to wait for night fall to save him. 'Oh Edgar, what has he done to you.' I try to clear my thoughts as images of Edgar being tortured by this sicko flood my brain. 'Soon Edgar, you will be back in my arms soon enough.' I sit back and watch as I wait for the sun to set behind the mountains. Soon I see campires start to light. Hans has not been back all day. As the sun is almost gone I decide to make my move. I get to the car and make my way to the door. It is locked. With a hard nudge I am able to bust through. I walk inside shutting the door behind me. I see chairs and a small bar but no Edgar. I look to the back and see another door. 'That must be where he is hiding you.' I walk into a dark room. The remaining light flashes in on Edgar squatting on the floor, chained to the foot of the bed. He is blindfolded, I can smell fresh blood on him.

"Edgar!"

"Vi-Victor?" He looks in my direction, I can see that his lip is busted open and his nose has been bleeding. I can see bruises on his neck, As I lean in to get a better look, I suddenly feel a sharp pain on the back of my head. Everything goes black as I fall to the floor. My final image before I blackoout, is Edgar.