A short story I have made recently:
Secrets of Dread
His name was Count Amadius. He was a liar, a cheat, and bought his friends with unhappy lies. This man...this man the same cheat and liar wronged me as well. Wronged me like so many other friends he has had before, wronged me as well. Usually he would screw his friends finances up or steal their lovers, but this time. This time he took it a few steps far worse then that. This is why, oh yes this was why he sat in front of me sipping wine and drunkly spilling out secrets of his trip to China.
“These Chinese were worse savages then the Native,” Amadius said.
Of course he would think that, he was American and looked upon his enemies with that blue eyed gaze. Where as I was European and had no particular thought on what race was wild or not.
“Yes, I hear that quite a lot these days...but what about the wine I bought you?” I replied.
“Very good, perfect aging,” Amadius said and with that comment poured himself rather lazily another glass. Drink more, you savage little pig drink more.
He poured me a glass well, but I knew in the end he would drunkly guzzle down my glass as well before pouring himself another glass.
“Yes, I got it at Rosemary Vineyards...she has a gift a talent of wine,” I said.
Amadius began to laugh, the only time he ever took off his mask and looked human. That sick pig, that man who takes everything and destroys it.
“Rosemary, she's a suckling little whelp...doesn't know a damn thing,” Amadius said.
And this was the way he was naturally always looking down upon others. Amadius as I expected guzzled my glass. Drink more, you savage little pig...continue to drink, drink.
Why though why should he?
Have you forgotten the plan?
I ignored my questions and just watched him pour me a glass and then himself another glass.
“Now the Chinese they might be savages, but they make some good darn rice wine,” Amadius said with another laugh.
“I've heard about that from some travelers,” I replied.
He poured us another two glasses of wine and just smiled as he drank his glass. Drink more, you cow, drink and drink and drink.
What has he done?
Silence, he has wronged me.
Has he now?
I swallowed my spit hard now, the bottle was almost empty now and soon Amadius was going to fall like a rock. Amadius was a very sturdy man, very sturdy and I knew it would take him the whole bottle before the true poison kicked in. The wine was just the lure, there was something inside the wine made especially for him. I had slipped in the poisonous powder when he went to use the restroom thirty minutes ago. Finally, the last of the bottle. There was a certain urge of me now to take the bottle out of his hands and take it away from his lips.
“Aw, but where are my manners, are you sure you don't want the last little bit I don't want to seem like a pig,” Amadius said.
“No, it was meant for you please I insist,” I said. Yes give it to me, let me drink from the bottle Amadius don't listen to my words.
Amadius let the last drops roll from his mouth to his throat. I watched him for a few moments the last thing on his face was that smile of his, that smile that he showed only when he was truly happy. That was the last feeling he felt, happiness. His body fell to the ground, he was dead before he even fell down. I stared at his body on the ground for a moment a fear cringed at my heart and fear like cold sweat ran down my spine. As I stared at his happy expression one more time, I felt nearly stricken with sickness and almost threw up. I had to keep it together, no one knew I was here tonight and my fingerprints had never touched the glass or the bottle. I was safe. But maybe not safe from me wronging myself. Goodnight Amadius, goodnight. I'm sorry.