I awoke in a bed, clearly not on the train anymore. "Elizabeth." I instinctually said, I was a bit groggy.
I heard a familiar laugh, "She is fine, everything was staged." Brian stood in a doorway. "Surprised?" He asked.
"A little bit." I was more surprised to see him then I was that everything was staged. I thought it odd that a mother would entrust her daughter with me for no reason and high pay. "I guess it could've been worse. Are you going to kill me or something?"
He laughed again, "If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it on the train. No, I just wanted to get you to this city, for a chat."
"Why couldn't we chat on the train?" I said aggressively.
"I also wanted to see if you still had some fight in you." He drank out of a wine glass, and after a glance of the room, I could determine he was pretty well off. "You didn't even kill any of my men!" He said happily.
"And what if I had?"
"Oh well, that wasn't what I was testing you on." He said non-chalantly. "I watched you for quite a few years I did." He said, motioning me to follow.
I sighed, and sat up, then stood up. "Yea you said that on the train." I rubbed my head, it was killing me. "What is it that you want?"
"I just wanted to say hey and all that." We walked down a rather extravagant hallway. "I should explain Elizabeth though?"
"Maybe that and why you went psycho."
"I was a kid old chap, I was the only one of my kind and felt angry for it." The calm way he said it, was like if he had stolen a small watermelon. "You see, that day I found out that my parents were keeping me like a common house-dog." I was somewhat surprised by that statement. "I can see that you are surprised." He said, looking at me.
His eyes were grey, even as a kid I always envied them. Back then he was always a lonely type though, he was only happy when we sparred. He was grey back then, at least as far as I could remember, even his brown hair was dull. But right now, he seemed extrodinarily. His clothes were high end, a very clean black suit, with a red tie. His hair was nicely slick back, clean and a bright brown. His face wore a permanent smile that made me rethink that he had ever done anything wrong, and his teath were very clean. Needless to say, I was very surprised.
"Have a seat." He said, gesturing to the dining room. A chandelier hung from the ceiling with a dozen candles on silver holders. The room was grand, everything was painted silver like the chandelier. Portraits of himself and Elizabeth hung on the wall, in addition to his first sword. The table was very large, he sat on one end at the head of the table and I sat next to him. If I had sat on the other end, I was afraid I would've needed a megaphone.
A waiter marched in, "What can I get you two?"
"I'll take a chicken parmasian, with honey biscuits and a salad Joseph." He said, "What about you?"
"Uh, you got beer?" I said, "Maybe an ear of corn and pork chops." I really didn't know the menu, and that was all I could think of.
"Yes sir." He said, as if I had insulted his culinary skills.
"Fetch Elizabeth too." The old waiter nodded and walked off. "Fancy meal you ordered, just like old times." I wasn't sure what old times he remembered because as a child, I was dirt poor. "Any questions?"
"Yea, how did you get this mansion?" I asked.
"Seeing as you are a former cop, I shouldn't answer. But I can say I have a lot of investments." In other words he was probably a mob boss. "You can relax though, my investments are pretty much on a no kill basis."
"Are you really a wolf?"
"Yes, next question please." I guess he was off that topic, still I wanted to know as much about him as possible. Just in case I had to fight him
"Is Elizabeth your daughter?"
"In a way. I raised her after her mother was hunted." So Elizabeth was a wolf too. "Do you have any kids." He said it like a statement, it was almost rhetorical. I shook my head no either way. "That's right! Your fiancé was killed by on of the mobs right." The memory stung, but he shouldn't have known that in the first place. "Heard about it through some sources, you didn't want to take bribes and they couldn't kill you. So they killed your wife." The food had been brought down as the topic of my fiancé came up. He even ate perfectly, yet I hated him now.
"I regret her loss." I said, rather angirly.
"I do say, humans are such brutes." I abruptly stood up, pushing my chair back, and shaking the table. "Going somewhere?" He asked.
"Am I free to go or am I trapped here?"
"I suppose that I will not force you to stay." He shrugged and said. "I was hoping to chat some more."
"Thank you for your hospitality." I said bitterly. I realized that he probably had enough power to escape any justice I could bring him lawfully.
"Your belongings are by the front door, just take the main stairwell to the right. There are many wolfs in this city! Maybe you can help them." He called as I walked out. I passed the little girl Elizabeth, though I said nothing to her. I grabbed my stuff and started walking down the street.
Brian
"Good job Wulfe, you made him angry." Elizabeth said, "I thought you guys were friends."
"No dear, I think now we are rivals."
"Shoulda killed him on the train." She said venomously, "He is a human, he will probably try to stop you." Wulfe shrugged, "Fine, do it your way."