William paced the dark room. A fire flickered in the hearth, washing everything in a red glow and creating twisted shadows. The whiskey sloshed over the glass as his shaking hand, attempted to pour it from the decanter. He choked it back, willing it calm his quaking body. He poured himself another glass, nothing worked like it used to. Alcohol couldn't cloud his mind, it didn't drown out the images. It didn't numb the monster.
A rage shot through him, the glass broke in his hand. He squeezed, watching the blood leak through his pale fingers. He didn't feel it, maybe it was the drink or the curse. Not that it mattered either way.
"Drinking yourself dry again, are you Master." Verda said, her pinched face was hardly a welcome sight.
" I can do little else." William spouted, trying to shake the bloodied glass from his hand.
Verda pushed him into a chair and inspected his hand. "Did you have another attack?"
"No, I just tire of being sequestered here." He winced, as she dug out a jagged sliver out.
A small grin alighted on her face, "Missing the human race again, Master."
He snorted, "Hardly,"
She glared at him with obvious disbelief.
" I don't miss people, I miss places. It's because of people, that I am trapped here." He said softly, trying not to appear vulnerable. That's all he was now vulnerable and weak.