Taber Leveret

(Deanna better just skip this post)

The beggar’s blood was warm against my hand. I felt temporary relief from the itching, and burning that consumed my body. Blood was horribly bitter, like licking a rusty piece of iron metal, but it was the only thing that made the pains go away. 

His silence was pleasant also. He was no longer knocking his heavy feet against the wooden walkway above my home. They would patter back and forth all day while his horrid voice would moan after every other passer-by. He wasn’t as horrible as the drunken officers outside of the Bar on Old Bucket Ln but it was still nice to have his faltering warmth to keep me company in my home.

A scent started to grow in my nose. It was a terrible smell, like hundreds of roses all smeared against the interior of my nostrils. It was unbearable. I had to find the source and stop it before my pains returned.

I dragged the beggar’s body into a large room and discarded it in a heap of cold, used corpses. I left the chamber and wandered through the hard, damp corridors of my dark home, following the scent under the busy streets. I came to one of the various exits to my home and passed into a dark alleyway where laughter and yelling could be heard from a miserable party on one of the main roads. Luckily the smell wasn’t coming from there. Rather it was coming from the opposite direction.  I lumbered on till I could almost taste the putrid smell. Voices began to chat back and forth from the opposite side of a small stone wall as I walked along the outside of it.

A horribly, shrill voice spoke out in the most odious manner. “No, I am not lying; Mr. Grey stands with the worst sort of company. Not only was I knocked out, but then I was forced to clean up the mess those bandits had made wrestling in the guest room.”

A much deeper speaker replied, “And you say that they knocked through a wall?”

“Knocked through a wall… They practically brought the whole room down. Not to mention the blood stains in the carpet, a broken stool, three damaged couches, a ruined center table, and poor Mr. Greens splintered cane.”

I could not stand her voice or her smell any longer.  My pains were returning rapidly, and I couldn’t bare with them much longer. I bounded to the top of the wall and was greeted by torch light. Oh how I hate the bright light. I jumped down from the wall and ran at the two figures interacting in a grassy courtyard. I heard piercing screams striking me like arrows coming from a very fat woman. Her rugged companion shoved her toward me and then took off running through a wooden door that led to the alleyway. The fat woman stumbled toward me, but my metallic talon stopped her fall and her screaming.

I started to move my prey but her weight was hard to drag with my lone hand. I decided to take back the good cuts to my home and then discard the rest in a small fish pond

I was relieved when I was back in my sleeping chambers where the smell of lovely decomposition covered my meat’s foul stench. Once again my pains were temporarily relieved.