Life of the Noble Man
by Count Von Bloodletter
I heard a sudden rustling from above. It was the sound of hard soles pressed,
step-by-step, against aged wooden floors. I found myself turn cold and still
as my entire body became overwhelmed with panic. The hairs on the back of
my neck prickled and my hands shuddered as though I had been outside within
the coldest of winter. The owner of the residence, from my understanding,
was not meant to be home for another week. This gravely interrupted my research.
I doubted the man's story of his wife's vacation. One would think after someone's
mistress had just completely disappeared there would be some reasonable evidence
of her departure. I myself, knowing the woman, would have at least heard word
from her. Now here I am, hiding within the basement, under a vile, cobweb-infested
staircase, of a house, I myself broke into.
The footsteps continued upon the creaky boards. At one point I could not even
tell if they had stopped, for the throbbing of my havocked heart grew louder
in my ears then the foot steps had been. Very quickly I regretted my position.
Not only within a house of where I had broken into, but also upon the floor
of a deathly cold, quite uncomfortable, cement basement.
The footsteps had stopped. A door had slammed shut. For the first time in
what seemed like several hours, I had let out a deep breath. I felt the throbbing
of the pulse in my neck begin to slow, to a more reasonable level. My chest
no longer felt as though my heart would surely jump out of it at any given
second. Surely the sounding of the shutting door meant he had gone within
a room, with the pausing of his footsteps, perhaps he is resting in there
for a while. I find this as an opportunity to attempt to get out of this ever
so dreadful situation. I tightened the shoes laces upon my worn, black shoes,
then I pulled myself to my feet. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I was
very careful. I went so slowly, so cautiously, that it probably had taken
me an hour to get up a mere flight of twenty stairs. I found my way slowly
to the window that I had originally used to enter the house.
There was, once more, the creaking of the old, oaken door. I was right before
the window, so quickly I opened it and used my hands to begin to thrust myself
outside. The ground and my freedom was mere inches away. I was half way through
the window, when a rush of feeling and safety came over me. I even smiled
to myself. Then my thoughts were utterly obliterated, as I felt a sharp pain
upon my back. The window had been thrown down upon me as I had been crawling
through it. The pain was immense, then all became very dark.
I slowly opened my eyes, to find that my body was within bondage. I was so
tightly wrapped in rope that I could barely feel my chest rise and fall as
I breathed. I looked up from my manacles to see a room I had never seen before.
Was I still within the house that my friend had lived within? My vision followed
the floor, slowly from where I laid, tied in all kinds of unconceivable manors,
to the other end of the room. The floor was made of some, odd black metal
of which I had never seen the like. It shined as though made of onyx. I could
see areas that were dry, that were not of the floor. I made this out to be
blood. It had been there, at least several days. The room was poorly lit,
I found there only to be one lamp, in a corner of the room, by a door made
of the same metallic substance the floor had been composed of. Due to the
poor lighting, I could not even tell the size of the room. My eyes continued
to wander, until I saw something that horrified me.
Across the room, sat a woman upon the wall. She wore a white dress, with blue
lining, but it was badly tattered, ripped, and blood stained. There was one
tear, upon the right side of the dress, that lead from the woman's collar
down to her stomach. The skin was left bare and exposed where the massive
rip was located. The woman's right breast was exposed. It had at least a dozen
gashes in it, all now covered in dry blood. The woman's left leg was torn
in a way so hideous, so grotesque, that I found myself almost losing my sanity
at the very sight of it. Her thigh was uncovered by the dress. The entire
layer of skin that should have been there, was completely torn free. I saw
muscle and blood. As I stared at the woman's leg in horror, I could have sworn
that it had twitched. I found myself begin to vomit, but I was prevented by
the binding over my mouth. I gagged and swallowed the disgusting bile back
down as best I could. The woman's face was beautiful, accept for some injuries
upon it. One eye socket showed the eye completely absent, exposing a view
of the woman's insides. There was a minor cut upon her lip. Besides this she
was beautiful. She was flawless, accept for her injuries. She was dead. I
know knew what happened to my friend. I knew what happened to the wife of
the man.
For days I sat, locked within that hideous room. I saw never sunlight nor
the light of moon. I was left within the dark. By this time the lamp that
had previously provided me with the light to see the other inhabitant of the
room had burned out. This was partially a relief. I was so hungry. I could
eat anything, even pickles. I hate pickles. I would kill for them at this
point though. I had lost feeling in my body, from the lack of being able to
move it. My pants must have been stained with my own urine at least a thousand
times, so I was glad I could not feel them.
Over the days I moved my jaw periodically. It slowly loosened the slight binding
that was over my mouth. I had no longer any sense of time. Without any light
or any idea of how long I've slept or how long it's been, I had not known
the period of time I had been locked away when I finally got that retched
binding off of my face. I talked to myself. It had been so long since last
I heard a human voice. I was soothed by just hearing it, even if it was myself.
I asked myself why this was happening to me. I asked what I had done. I had
no answer. Eventually I just mumbled to myself. I screamed, but still there
came no answer.
I found myself so hungry. I could turn my head, but nothing more. I no longer
had any recall of anything. Not my life, not of the woman that had probably
still been on the other side of the room. Nothing, accept that I was hungry.
I rested by head upon my shoulder. I stuck out my tongue and licked my shoulder.
It was not covered in binding, just the thin vinyl shirt that I had been wearing
that most obscene day that I had broken into the house that I now despised.
I took my teeth and tore free the part of my shirt covering my shoulder. I
took my tongue and tasted the bare skin of my shoulder. I kissed my shoulder.
It tasted so incredible. It surely must have been the most incredible feeling
I have had in my entire life. Perhaps this is due to my unrecognition to anything
I had ever done within my life. My life was now within the darkness, paralyzed,
with nothing but my hunger to accompany me. I opened my jaw and bit down into
my shoulder, softly at first, then harder. I bit as hard as I could, until
I pulled away a small, slender, succulent, hunk of flesh. I chewed it like
it was the purest gold of all foods. I swallowed and felt it fall to my stomach.
It was the most incredible feeling, I now found myself as addicted, for I
craved so badly for the sensation again. I turned my head back to my shoulder
and felt myself as a ravenous wolf feasting upon its prey. I dug my teeth
within it and chewed and swallowed as quickly as I could. The cream of blood
filled my mouth. The warmth, ah that glorious warmth of which I had not felt
in which seemed like a lifetime. My stomach continued to scream for more of
this sensation, as my hunger subsided. I found myself feeling rather ill next,
but satisfied. I found it best to rest, as for most of my shoulder was now
absent. I closed my eyes, and began to rest. I rested for a long time. I rested
like no one had ever rested before. I rested so peacefully, that my heart
had rested as well. My pulse had subsided, never to throb anymore. All of
me had fallen into a peaceful rest, and as did it stay.