Warm.

Soft. Hmm...

Soft and warm. It made an intoxicating combination.

I ran my hand on the mountain of fur, I suppose, that was next to me. It felt like someone had wrapped a wall with fur and the wall had grooves that suspiciously felt like abdominal muscles?

Huh?

The wall had grown an arm that was wrapped around me?

Shifting my legs slowly I went still when something hot poked my leg. Slowly I poked it back with my feet and my eyes shot open when the wall of fur vibrated with a grunt.

Oh gods! The black fur wall in front of me was was moving... Almost like it was breathing and there was something that was wrapped around me that looked like an arm. And the wet pokey thing was what I had assumed it was. I whimpered low in my throat. Slowly, fearfully I looked up and swallowed a scream that ached to burst out of my throat. Oh, it was a man alright. But, the face looked like the planes of his face were carved with the lines of a beast. He looked intimidating, scary but oddly mesmerising in a way.

Oh gods up above, what had I landed myself into? What the hell was I doing in a bed with a naked something next to me, regardless how sinful his fur was?

I squirmed experimentally to see if I could get out of the hold that the... creature? had on me.

The hold tightened. Well what I did next was what I consider a sane reaction.

I shouted my head and then... I don't remember.

No, I don't remember. I was in a panicked state of mind. So not remembering is perfectly sane.

When I came back to my senses I was on the floor next to the door, away, far away from him.

The creature (yeah, I know, it's mean) slowly sat up in the bed and I slowly got of from the floor. He opened his mouth to speak and I got ready.

"He..."

I was out out the door screaming like a banshee and don't forget running, before he even got one word out of his mouth.

Lords above! He must have been something like seven feet! He was easily my height when he sat up!

I ran down the stairs, stumbling on the last one and went to the door. Oh open, my lovely door, open!

Luck detested me enough to have them shut tight that my yanking did no good.

"Running somewhere mister?"

I looked around me wildly. There was no one. I didn't think that the creature up there could sneak up to me like that.

"Hehe, it's not him of course!"

The voice was behind me this time.

I turned behind and looked at the air fearfully. There was a beast and now there were ghosts?

"Who i-is t-there?" I stuttered in fear.

Now see, I may be strong enough to live a hard life but ghosts gave me willies.

"Oh love, it's me. I right in front of you!"

There was nothing but a candle holder.

"Yes."

This time the candle holder moved.

"I do speak. So heed, I am the Candleholder you need. Hehe, it did rhyme."

I was seeing things. Yep, that's it. Nothing else.

Yeah right, like there were creatures and rhyming, talking candles. Maybe I was hallucinating. I was stuck in the snow out and I was dying and so I was imagining stuff.

"James, don't tease the poor boy anymore. Look at him! He is freaking out!"

Hallucinations also have their limit! Now why was the clock speaking?

"Oh shut up Clok! You are ruining my fun. Now dear boy, you aren't afraid are you?"

I slowly backed away from the craziness that was taking place in front of me.

Turning I tripped and fell on something. A drawer chest. This wasn't there before.

Before I could even get off it, it took off, with me holding it for my dear life.

Straight to the base of the stairs where a huge assortment of furnitures stood and dumped me right in middle of it.

"Oh, look at that skin. So-"

"My dear, what is your name? I'm Sally-"

"Look at him. Poor boy. Underfed."

Suddenly, out of the blue a broom came and brushed all over me, kissing me I suppose, on my cheek with a loud pop before hurrying, erm, brushing away.

The cacophony of the disjointed voices swirled around me till the world had started spinning.

"Silence!"

The sound stopped and I felt like the world had dropped.

Up the stairs, like a king looking down at his subjects, stood the creature. A very underdressed king that is.

"Leave him alone." It was an order.

The male descended slowly, each thudding step making my heart beat louder and louder till that was all that I could hear.

He came up till me and leaned over me till I sat on the floor.

My eyes crossed as I saw his hand approaching my face. His hand? Hah! Call it claws.

Nearer and nearer his hand came dimmer and dimmer my vision became till all other than his clawed hand had faded out.

His nail touched my nape and like a maiden in distress, a figure that I detest, my eyes rolled back and I fainted just like that.

In the darkness, from a part of my conscious that prevailed I thought

Oh dear Beau, what did you do?

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