Tell Tale Heart (Closed)

[Mayu]

Eden Wolf The city was hard was beyond rough for a lot of people, and for one girl it was rather hard because she was a woman. Many people thought woman were lowly creatures, and one thing Eden hated was wearing a damn dress. But with the time being what it was she had no choice, but she did what she could.

However she had met an older gentlemen who seemed rather interesting. First time she saw him he looked a bit dark, but she did not think about that now. Eden got to know the man as Edgar Poe and he was a writer, she found him rather interesting. She had heard he wrote stories so she actually began to read them, many people saw him as dark but she saw something much more. She ended up meeting Edgar because she bumped into him while she was walking and reading.

They stroke up a conversation and from that point on she seemed like she found a kindred spirit. Which was rare and very nice. By that time he was married and she became friends with the Poe's, though she watched before her eyes his wife get sick. She loved her husband so much, and it broke her own heart. Eden tried to do what she could, because her father was a doctor. But all they could do was put it in gods hands, and it was something that broke her heart.

She was beside Edgar when his wife finally let go, to find peace on the other side. She could tell he was broken he began to drink so much, even use drugs. Eden was terrified for her friend, because in the back of her mind she truly loved the man. But did not know if she could ever tell him that, she watched him from afar sometimes. And it scared her, it had been over a year that his wife died and he was still in bad shape.

Eden had not spoken to Poe in a few days and she grew worried about him, so since she lived four blocks from him. She walked up to his place and knocked on the door, when no answer came she opened up the door and closed it behind her. She wore a simple blue dress. Her grey eyes looking around as she grew rather worried about him, even more. Seeing bottles all over, seeing he had been drinking again. She sighed softly.

"Edgar?"

 

[E_Dantes]

"Laudanum....laudanum....", Poe mumbled to himself. Why did he always forget where he put the laudanum?

"Virginia!" he yelled. In his drug and alcohol addled state, he believed his beloved wife to merely be sleeping. "Virginia!!" he yelled again, but alas, no answer came. He sat down, still wearing the same suit he had worn the day they buried his beloved Virginia, though a bit crumpled and worse for wear, and began to weep.

"Why?" he wondered allowed. Then turning his tear and dirt stained face to the heavens screamed out, "What kind of a merciful Lord would do this? Why her? Are there not enough whores along the boulevard? Nobody would miss them! Take anyone....." he fell into dejected tears again. He picked up an empty bottle laying on the dirty floor amongst the papers, tipped it up, only to find it empty.

Just then he heard someone calling out to him. It was a female voice. Soft and lyrical. He peered out through the afternoon light into the next room. Could his eyes be playing tricks on him? Who was this waife entering his chambers? She was tiny, maybe even frail. Was it his dear sweet Virginia come back to love him again?

The girl had stopped short of entering the room where Edgar sat askew on the floor. Her simple blue dress neat and clean compared to his foul clothing. Her feet were bare leaving him to presume she had been here in the house the whole time. Where did she come from? Why did he not see her before?

"Virginia?" he answered back to her

 

[Mayu]

Eden walked in and heard what Poe said, she now realized he was home so she walked in. But the more she walked closer, the more she came in the more she heard his wife's name. And it broke her heart, knowing he had to be in an altered state and had no idea how the hell to deal with this. But she had to do something. Coming in she saw him and he looked like shit, tears could be seen in her own eyes as she placed her hand on his shoulder. Squeezing it with a tender touch and silently sighed unsure what to do or say.

"Edgar its Eden Virgina is gone" She sat on the chair beside him and took his hand in her own. Eden wanted to give him peace but when he used it was almost impossible. Looking into those eyes of his she knew he was depressed. Eden knew that he loved his dead wife very much, which was part of the reason she did not say anything about being in love. It would be bad timing and beyond selfish. Sighing a little as he looked down, rubbing the back of her head as she allowed her black hair to fall over her shoulders.

"Edgar how much have you taken?" She said worried even more she knew he was out of it because of drugs but also booze. She was terrified she did not know what to do, no one seemed to really like him and knew that would be a problem. Standing up she went to his fire place and since it was getting cold. She knelt down and began to put a couple logs in, since she had seen her father do this. And got the fire going, standing up she walked back over to him. Her gray eyes showing kindness.

 

[E_Dantes]

"Who are you? Why are you here? What have you done with Virginia? What do you want of me?" The paranoia was easily heard in his voice.

He had loved his wife. He had slept kneeling at her bedside as the disease ravaged her. He had pleaded to the God he had grown up learning was good and benevolent, to take him instead of her. There was no denying his passion for his wife. She was beautiful, albeit young when they wed. He had dreamed of a life with her.

Now, there was only darkness. That, and this small thing that stood starting a fire in the hearth where none had been in several days. As the flames lept to life, he could begin to see the female form through her thin dress. Was this an apparition sent to torment him much as the bird a few nights earlier? Was there ever really a bird at his window? A raven he thought. The harbinger of death. Coming to collect his soul as it had done with his beloved Virginia.

The questions began to pour through his mind so fast his head hurt. In his state he saw himself standing now behind the woman at the fireplace. Gently he stroked her raven hair. Then his eyes grew wide. He knew. The bird had changed its shape and let itself into his home. It was here for him. He tried vainly to yell out to himself to get away, but no words came out of his mouth. His eyes grew wide in terror. His heart began to race so that he thought it may well burst out of his chest.

Yet the girl simply went about the tasks of making a fire and beginning to clean up the room. How could she not hear his heart. Or did she hear it? Was she simply waiting for an opportune moment to rip it from his chest. Again he tried to call out. Again nothing but silence filled the room. That, and the intoxicating scent of the girl.

 

[Mayu]

Eden watched him but then he asked who she was, and that kinda hurt her. But she tried her best to not show she was hurt. The damn drugs really fucked him but knew she was a stranger to him, she had no damn idea what she was going to do. But she did her best, and did what had to be done she knew. Sighing a bit as everything just seemed different, looking into his eyes they seemed almost empty. His soul was empty she thought, and he did drugs and drank to stop thinking about his wife.

But he had no idea that he was still thinking about her, Eden wanted to take away the sorrow. She did not know what he was feeling. Since she knew what she felt when her parents died of the fever it was nothing like losing a wife or a husband. Eden knew better then to say she understood what he was going through. Because really he had no damn idea, and it broke her heart to know that as well. But she did what she could for him, trying to sober him up but it was rather hard to do it.

But then feeling his hand in her hair, made her look up into his eyes. Tilting her head to the side, unsure what he was feeling. But her heart was in her own throat, though what was funny because she was close enough. She could see the vein in his neck throbbing, and knew his heart was doing the same. Wishing so many things she thought perhaps she should leave, but then knew she had to tell him something about who she was. So she took his hand in her own and smiled a little bit.

"I'm Eden Wolf you remember don't you? we have known each other for two years. I had the honor of knowing your wife, please Edgar remember me" Tears fell down her cheek and she looked down, so he could not see her crying looking away she sighed again and stood up walking over in front of the fire again and rubbed her arms. Looking into the fire she felt the warmth against the fire. Her eyes darting around and even looked outside the window, seeing the snow coming down.

 

[E_Dantes]

How the time passed, Poe was unsure. How much time passed was an equal mystery. That, time had passed he was sure. No longer did the sun's rays dance through the dust of the room and linger scattered about the filthy floor. He willed himself to wake from the trance he was certain he was in. Whether it was the opium he had smoked, or the laudanum to help him clear his head, he could not discern. Whatever was the case, he watched himself and this strange beautiful girl that was flitting about his room.

Slowly, lucidity returned to him. He remembered the promise made by his beloved Virginia as she lay dying. As her moment drew nigh and a peace came to her, she sighed as if a deadly burthen had been taken from her breast; and she trembled and very bitterly wept; but she made acceptance of the vow, (for what was she but a child?) and it made easy to her the bed of her death. And she said to him, not many days afterward, tranquilly dying, that, because of what he had done for the comfort of her spirit she would watch over him in that spirit when departed, and, if so it were permitted her return to him visibly in the watches of the night; but, if this thing were, indeed, beyond the power of the souls in Paradise, that she would, at least, give him frequent indications of her presence, sighing upon him in the evening winds, or filling the air which he breathed with perfume from the censers of the angels.

This then, like the evening breeze, was his dear sweat Virginia, keeping her promise. He thought back to his youth and the blissful hours spent with her in the Valley of the Many-Colored Grass. The happiness and unadulterated joy she had brought him. He remembered the passion they had known, that while but youths, their bodies had intertwined. And he remembered the angel, the ethereal Ermengarde, at whose very feet he had poured out his soul in tears while yet a child.

And now the very embodiment of that angel was here. A name that reminded him of that Garden in its very nature. He watched his slumped body on the floor as if a character in one of his novelettes. The fear had subsided. He pleaded with his limp body to respond and to stand. He cried out in his mind to all the angels in heaven and demons in hell for his voice so that he may let this visage that walked before him know. Her scent, nearly imperceptible was all the same intoxicating. Every move she made about the room seemed a perfectly choreographed dance of joy.

Summoning all that he had, words finally came from his parched lips, "I'm a mess. Help me."

 

[Mayu]

Eden had watched him and watched out for him but she was terrified that she would not be able to help him, everything in her just seemed to scream out and it almost killed her. He was a mess and had no idea how to help him, she wished she had all the answers. Most of all she wished his wife was here to give him peace, all she wanted was for Edgar to find peace and to live every day of his life to the fullest. But she could not do anything, she did not have a magic wand to grant him the wishes he wanted.

Watching him as he kept shooting up and she just wanted to strap him to the bed, and help him detox. But she had heard of people dying from it, and she could not do that. If she was to accidentally hurt or even kill him. She would beg the state to put her to death for the life of Edgar Poe, she was that kind of girl to want the best. Over and over into her head, watching before her stormy eyes what was going on. Eden had seen a lot of horror, as Edgar use to say. Bad luck followed him around like a big black dog.

All she wanted was to hold him, but then after some time she heard what he said. About being a mess and begging for her to help, she stood up and walked before him. She wrapped her arms around him, his head resting on her stomach. Closing her eyes she sighed sadly. It was amazing however with how he made her feel. Closing her eyes as she hummed hoping to help him, but it was just rather hard to do it. Things happened for a reason she use to think, and now it was just so damn different.

Stroking his cheek as she kept her eyes closed it was amazing how much she could love someone. Everything in her being showed her that she had the ability to love everyone, she was beside him while other people had no faith in the man. He may have been a mess, but he had been there for her when it really mattered. Eden would be there for him when he needed her most as well. Because her back would never be facing him, she had faith for the man that was before her.

"I will always be here for you Edgar I am not going any where I promise you" She said in a motherly type voice. She opened up her eyes and bent down kissing his head, holding and cuddling him a little bit. It was amazing how one act of kindness could have such results, but she just hoped he reacted to her in a good way. Now it was silent, only thing she could hear was the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. The warmth spreading over the room like a nice warm blanket, which felt good.

 

[E_Dantes]

"I've met you before," he mumbled. "the physicians daughter....." his words trailed off as he seemed to grasp for some clarity.

His senses had been heightened, whether by the drink, the opium he had smoked, or the laudanum he had consumed. He looked towards his houka and shuddered in repulsion of what it had reduced him to. He breathed deeply of the girl that now held him in her arms. He became acutely aware of her touch, and of the fact that he was no longer watching as a spirit hovering over the room, but back in his own body.

Her touch was soft and practiced as that of a nurse or a physician. As his head cleared, he became aware of another sense. The sense that he was a man. Just as suddenly he became aware of his shambled state. His suit was wrinkled and stained from days of wearing, his breath was foul and dirt had collected under his normally impeccably manicured nails. His hair had become matted and greasy from the combination of not bathing and wrestling about with unseen tormentors.

Yet he felt it. A passion. Unlike any he had known since his youth. Since those golden days. "You were with my wife her final days. Are you the one she has sent?"

 

[Mayu]

Eden listened to him and it was nice really, everything and when he started to come around she heard what he said and nodded a bit. "Yes I have known you and your wife for a couple years, my father is the doctor in the area. But we have been good close friends for a good two years, I tried everything I could to save your wife. If I could I would switch places with her, since I have no family both are dead now. And no man seems to want me, so I would not be missed if I was dead. I know that"

She said some what sad and it was seen in her face as well, she was the kind of girl who wanted to do what she could. But all in all everything just seemed so damn hard, her heart beating quickly. Eden had no idea how else to go, but then thinking about the promise she made to his wife. Looking down a little as she could still hear her voice, hearing what she said. Asking Eden to help her husband, because she knew her husband would be hurting. And it was something she didn't want to see.

"I made a promise to Virginia to watch out for you, she made me promise on her death bed. It kills me to see you like this, and I am powerless to stop it. It hurts so bad I just wish to god I could take away everything bad that has happened to you. But there is nothing to do about it, and it torments me a little bit. " She said simply but the way she said it was rather sad and it was easy to see she was hurting as well. Before her was a broken man, a man that wasn't the way he use to be any more.