Victor -Part 9-
I begin to wake, a sharp, stinging pain in the back of my head. I try to rub my head, but can not move my arms. I look down to see my hands tied to a chair. I look up to see Edgar sitting in front of me, his blood pooling in front of him. His sun kissed skin now becoming pale from the loss of blood. He sways slightly. "Edgar? Are you alright? What did he do to you?" He lifts his head slowly. As he looks at me, I can see the shine of his greeen eyes is now gone. The look of defeat is plastered all over his face. I can tell he is fighting back the urge to cry. I fight against my bonds, I want nothing more than to hold him in my arms. "What did he do to you? Did he..."
"No," He answers, turning his face away from me. "Not yet. But he will." His voice is low and sullen. "He always gets what he wants, no matter how sick it may be. Everyone here is to afraid to say no. And if they do..."
"It's going to be ok. I will get you out of here, I promise you that my young pup." I fight against my ropes. 'I have to get him out of here.' I look around for something I could use to free myself. The only thing available to me is a candle. I manage to hunch forward onto my feet. I slowly make my way over to it. I lean my wrist over it, trying to burn the rope. I clench my teeth as the flame begins to singe my skin. I fight threw the pain, knowing what will happen to my Edgar if I don't make my escape, and fast. The smell of burning flesh and rope fills my nose. After a few minutes of pain, I am able to rip through the rope. I use my free hand to untie myself. I quickly make my way to Edgar, leaning in front of him. I gently grab his chin, lifting his face. As I look into his eyes, I see a tiny sparkle come back to them. "Oh, my poor young pup. What kind of a monster could do such terrible things to such an innocent creature?" I pull him close to me. His small frame seems so fragile in my arms. I grab his chans and attempt to pull him free.
"It's no use Victor. You wont get me free. Just save yourself. This is where I belong after all." A tear rolls down his cheek as he closes his eyes. I wipe it away.
"No, you don't. You belong with me." He opens his eyes and looks at me, anger in his eyes.
"Like all the others?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"All of your other young lovers. Am I not just another notch in your headboard? That's all I seem to be to anyone..." He looks at me as more tears come to his eyes. My heart aches as I see the pain in them.
"No, you are NOTHING like them! You mean more to me than they could ever have hoped for. I want you, not for your body, but for your soul. There is something about you, my young pup. A spark that Hans is too blind to see." A small smile comes to his lips. "I am going to get you out of here, and take you far away from him, even if it is the last thing I do, do you understand me?" He nods. I stand and begin to search the room. 'Hans must have left the keys to his shackles somewhere close.' I go to the night stand and open the drawer and begin to frantically search. I fight back panic as my search turns up nothing.
"Looking for something?" I quickly turn as Hans enters the room, gently caressing a key that is dangling around his neck. I see Marcus behind him, a rather nasty looking rusty knife in his hands. He licks his lips as he enters the small room behind Hans. I quickly step in front of Edgar, not wanting to let Hans close to him. "Oh, look Marcus, master is protecting his mutt. There is no point in trying to fight your way out. As you can see, the door is behind me, and there is no other way out." A sick smile come across his face, his yellow teeth showing. I can hear Edgar begin to wimper on the floor behind me.
"I won't let you hurt him any more. Now hand over that key if you know what's good for you." He laughs, the smell of putrid blood fills my nose as his breath hits me. He steps closer to me.
"And what the fuck are you gonna do? Kill me? I'd like to see you try." In a flash he is on me. I try to brace myself but the sudden impact sends me to the floor, Hans on top of me. I hear Edgar scream as Marcus laughs.
"Get him sir! Tear his fuckin head off!" He manages to land a punch into my right eye. As I turn I can see Marcus with Edgar, pulling his head back by his hair, forcing him to watch. The rusty blade inside his mouth. "You're gonna watch him die you fucking mongrel." At these words, my blood boils. The sight of this filthy man touching my young pup sends me into a frenzy. I grab Hans' hand and sink my teeth in. I can feel the crunch of bone as I manage to take the better part of two of his fingers off. His blood fills my mouth as his screams fill the air. I spit them onto the floor as he clutches his hand in pain. I see my opportunity and rip the key from his neck as I push him off of me.
"You filthy bastard!" He screams as I spit his sour blood onto the floor. The familiar taste of my own kind lingers on my tounge. I turn my attention on Marcus, the blade still in Edgars mouth.
"Stop right there, bat!" He presses the blade into the inside of Edgars mouth, causing him to wince. "Come any closer and i'll rip his fucking cheek open." I stop and look into Edgars eyes. Tears running down his cheeks.
"I'll give you one chance to get away from him, before I rip open your throat." He laughs. I can see sweat on his brow as he begins to shake. I stand up tall, causing him to cowar slightly. "Not so tough without your body gaurd, now are you?"
"I'll fucking do it!"
"Then do it! Tear his fucking face open! Show me just how tough you are all by yourself." His hands are shaking fiercly now. I try not to let the worry show as I see a drop of fresh blood come down Edgars chin. The blade now begining to pierce his flesh. Marcus' eyes begin to search the room. As he makes the mistake of turning his head, I make my move. I lunge at him, grabbing the blade and pulling it away from Edgar, preventing any more damage. I grab his throat and slam him into the wall. He chokes as I begin to crush his windpipe. I smile as his eyes begin to roll back into his head. I pull him close to me so I can whisper into his ear. "Consider yourself lucky. Come near him again, and I will kill you in the slowest, most painfull way I can possibly think of." I slam him into the wall, knocking him out. His body slumps to the floor. I turn to see Hans, still clutching his hand, trying to make his way towards Edgar. I quickly grab him and slam his head into the ground. "You are a digrace. I am ashamed to call you one of my own."
"Then why don't you just finish me off if I am such a disgrace to our kind?" A sick smile is back on his face. I fight back the urge to crush his skull in. As sick as this man was, and as much as he deserved to die for his cruel treatment of this young pup, our laws forbid me to kill another vampire. Edgar was, after all, a wolf. "You think they care what I do to a pathetic wolf? They would probably reward me for doing what I have done to him. Treat him like what he and all his kind are, animals!" I feel a pain in my stomach as his words reach my ears. As much as it pained me to admit it, he was right. If Edgar had been a vampire, or even a human for that matter, they would have look the other way when I killed Hans. But since he was a wolf, it made no difference to them. They would kill me for doing what I desired to do to this man. Instead, I slam his head into the ground one more time, knocking him out cold. I quickly get up and go to Edgar. He is pale, a look of fear on his face. I quickly undo his shackles and lift him up. He sways as he stands and falls against me. I pick him up into my arms and quickly leave the train car. I step over Hans, kicking him as I do. As I step outside, it is dark. The only light now coming from the moon above. I make my way back the way I came, making sure no one is following us. I find my horse where I left her. I get Edger on and sit behind him. He falls against me, what strength he had now gone.
"I have to get you somewhere far away from here. But first we need to get you taken care of." I make my way back to town, going as quick as I can make my horse run. 'I have to keep him safe. Hans will be back for him. There must be someplace safe I can take him.' But where could I take him? Surely no pack would take him. Besides, I couldn't enter their territory. They would kill me as soon as they saw me, and him. As I reach the house, the sun is begining to peek over the horizon. I jump down and pull Edgar back into my arms. As I enter the house, all is silent. I quickly make my way into my room, Edgar winces as he breaths. I lay him down on the bed to examine him. I hear footsteps rushing down the hall. Soon enough, Martha and Victoria enter the room. Martha gasps as she sees Edgar. I turn to look at them, shock on both of their faces. "This is why I had to get him. I will NOT let that, thing, have him!" I wait for Victoria to protest, but instead get a nod from her.
"Martha, go fetch the doctor."
"But, miss Vic-"
"NOW!" Martha quickly leaves as Victoria makes her way over to us. She gently touches my shoulder. "You're bleeding."
"I'm fine. It's Edgar I am more concerned with at the moment." She sighs as she sits on the bed next to him. She gently brushes his hair out of his face. He opens his eye slightly to look at her, then passes out. After what seems like an eternity, Marthe finally arrives with the doctor. He makes his way to the bed, but stops when he sees who is lying there.
"Now, what seems to be the-" He stares down at Edgar. "A wolf? I never thought I would see the day when I saw the likes of them inside these walls."
"Not now. Just help him." I snarl at him.
"Help him? How about I help you find your sanity and end this mongrels life?" I am quickly on my feet in his face. He steps back as Victoria grabs my arm.
"Victor stop. Don't do anything stupid now." I glare at the doctor.
"You will help him. Or so help me, I will break every god damn bone in your fucking body!" Victoria steps in between us, facing the doctor.
"Please, you have to help him."
"And why should I risk my own saftey for this beast? Do you know what the elders would do to me if they found out I HELPED a wolf?"
"But this is different. He...he saved Victors' life, we are indebted to him." The doctor sighs as he looks down at Edgar. I look at Victoria. 'Saved my life?' "Surley they would understand if you were to simply help us repay a debt."
"Well, since you put it that way," He comes over to Edgar and gets to work. "I'll need you to help me take off his shirt, Victor. I need to see exactly what the damage is." I go over and help him. As we lay Edgar back on the bed I can see bruises covering most of his chest and stomach. "Looks like he may have broken ribs." He presses down on Edgar. "Yup. I'll need to bind him so they can heal quicker." He gets to work mending Edgar. I stand back and watch as Martha comes over to help him. Victoria comes over to stand by me.
"Why did you say he saved my life? If anything, I just saved his."
"I think you both saved each other. Take care of this one, he is more special than you realize." She gives me a small smile as she joins them at the bed to assist. I look down at Edgars now clean face. My heart races as I think of those bright green eyes shinning back at me. Victorias words now echo in my head. Perhaps he did save me. Maybe, just maybe, I need this young pup, just as much as he needs me.
