Edmond's body was exhausted from the night before. He laid in the center of the mausoleum. The only piece of clothing on his was his ripped and shredded pants that barely hung on his body. Edmond pulled himself to a sitting position and looked around. The early morning light poured in from the small window above his head.
Edmond's gaze went back to the plate that leaned against the corner. His own reflection looked back at him once more. The beast was gone for another month. Edmond stood and walked over to his satchel that still sat upon the tomb. He had made sure to bring spare clothing for the ride back. He had made the mistake only once, forgetting clothes. It was a very cold ride home. Luckily, he was able to slip into the manor without being noticed. One of the great things about a
