A Bloody Glass of Wine

Chapter 5

"James," began Simon as he stared curiously towards the man, "Where are you going?"

"I have a business to attend to. You make sure to stay here and don't let anyone enter the house," ordered James the younger male now opening the door ready to leave.

"Okay, take care," voiced the boy and James showed a small smile.

It's been a month since Simon started to live with James. The boy didn't had anywhere else to go and he refused to live at the orphanage. James understood and knew full well how it was to be left alone. Still, letting the kid live with a serial killer wasn't the best thing as well. Despite James trying to convince the kid otherwise, Simon kept pleading him to stay with him.

Soon enough, James left the house and entered his car. He looked at his watch and narrowed his eyes. It was still pretty early, only 11 pm. But that didn't stopped him from putting the plan into action. After all...he waited for years for this to happen.

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James got out of the car and walked steadily towards a small bar. The awful smell of cigarettes and alcohol entering his lungs. He looked once more at his Rolex watch and then turned his gaze towards a specific person. It was a middle aged man in his 60s with white hair from the old age and gray eyes like the clouds in a storm. His expression remaining stoic and out of any emotion as his eyes were looking into the distance.

James sat beside the man and ordered a bottle of red wine. He purred it inside the glass and offered it to the man, "You seem like you need it." The man didn't talk. Instead he looked skeptically towards James with narrowed eyes. After a minute he finally took the glass and drank the whole wine in one go.

James looked coldly at the man, his fists tightened and his throat going dry. The bloodlust inside him slowly increasing. It was really difficult for James to hold back from ripping him into shreds. He had to endure it. He needed to be patient in order to achieve what he wanted the most. He needed to act carefully.

"Thank you...for the wine...," spoke the man after a long while. His voice deep and hoarse.

"It's nothing, after all you seem like you really need it."

"Do you mind if...?" asked the man motioning towards the bottle of wine.

"Of course," replied monotonously James while purring another glass of wine.

The man drank it again all at once, hitting it later rather loudly at the counter. James's eyes looked at the man ever so coldly. Examining him, watching his every move and reaction. Soon enough, the man took quickly the whole bottle into his hands and downed it within seconds.

"Looks like his drinking habits never changed," thought James to himself with a small sigh.

After a while, the man took a short breath and looked directly towards James's eyes, "Thank you... At times like this, only the alcohol can erase the pain of my sins," he spoke with his voice screaming desperation as his eyes were filled with utmost sorrow. James's couldn't be more than uninterested. The man's pain didn't moved him at all. Besides, how could he care about the man who made his life a living hell?

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Day after day, James visited the same bar for the same reason. At this point, the man had become used to James's arrival and started to be even more talkative.

"The world falls into destruction. The man falls into destruction. People are slowly loosing their humanity and I am no exception of that. I myself did horrible things, unforgivable even, but at the end of the day, I'm still a man who wishes he would had done things differently. Thanks to my stupid self and ego, I lost my wife and child... How can I say that I succeeded as a human being when I disappointed and hurt my own family."

The man kept talking non stop as James listened to him carefully. He had already given him 3 bottles of wine but the man wasn't enough drunk for his liking. He needed him completely blacked out.

"I...failed my duty as a man, husband and even more as a father... James...my sweet little boy...and what wouldn't I do to see you for one last time..."

Soon enough, the man finally fell asleep and that was the perfect moment for James to start moving according his plan. He looked towards the man beside him and he could swear, that for a moment, he felt a small part of his heart being filed with remorse.

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James chained the man on his metallic chair and looked skeptically towards his weapons in order to think for the most painful and perfect method to kill him. Meanwhile, the man was starting to slowly waking up.

"...Where am I?"

"Looks like you're finally awake," spoke monotonously James now turning to look towards the man.

"It's you... Why am I chained? Where am I?" the man questioned ever so calmly as he tried to freed himself but to no avail.

"Why don't you ask more important questions, such as who I am? You never asked and questioned neither my identity, neither my intentions but rather choose to trust me blindly. I have to say, that was indeed very foolish of you."

"Did I knew you from before? Did I wronged you in some way? And if I truly did something, that must had happened before me going to prison. In other words, why would you hold a grudge for something that happened years ago?" with those words, James narrowed his eyes and walked closer towards the man.

"Dunno, what do you think you would had done for me to hold a grudge?" the man looked straight into James's eyes as his heart started to beat faster by the second.

"Who are you...?"

"That's what I'm talking about! You finally made a good question!" laughed James while clapping in a mocking manner, "My name is James Anderson. Rings a bell?"

The man's eyes widened as his blood turned ice cold. He couldn't believe his ears and he prayed to the God that this was just a sickening joke.

"This couldn't be..."

"Are you that disappointed to see me, father?"