The butler

The butler People were sitting in a park around the plateau and there was a lonely man who was attracting growing interest. Some looked at him with fear. Fear as of his disturbing, incomprehensible things, which imposes itself on our reality with violence, while others tolerated it, probably because its singular appearance inspired them nothing but disgust. Indeed, this ordinarily dressed man had bandages along his body, so much so that he would have been compared to a mummy if his face had not been spared.

Intrigued, I approached him to find out what cruel circumstances might have put him in such a state. So I sat down next to him and cried out loud: "What could have happened to you? Without considering me, he sighed. I stood by his side for an hour in silence while people stared at him without intermittentness. No doubt understanding my determination, he exclaimed: "I could tell you, as the events are so clear in my head and I have the intimate conviction that they will never disappear, but only yes, would you believe me?

His voice had the heaviness of regret, but the vivacity of health.

-Of course it is.

He stared at me for a moment, as if to judge my ability to believe him, then after yet another sigh, he finally decided to tell me about his disgrace:

"It was an ordinary day. I went to work and as every day, I was content to lick the boots of my superiors, as is done with subtlety, but with all its hypocrisy what wears.

In the evening after the shower, when I wanted to take a garment from my closet, I caught a huge crow there. It had to be at least one meter tall. With his feet on my shirt, he was there, calm, patient as if waiting for someone, to spy on him. Surprised I fell to the ground and at the same time the animal fled through the window. I hurried to close it and go to bed afterwards, not judging that it was a matter of hassle.

The next day, as I went to the living room to drink my daily coffee, I discovered with enchantment a composition of food quite striking. Toast, pancakes, salmon, etc.

A breakfast that even the English could not boast of. Yet I had not done a solid race and Marguerite is refractory to any form of originality, at least in normal times. So I rushed into the kitchen to take away any idea of an increase. When I got there, I noticed not without surprise, the body of the maid lying on the ground. Assuming that she had collapsed from fatigue, or that it was an awkward scheme on her part to steal a few days off, I approached her to shake her. This while I noticed, although it seemed implausible to me, the ecstasy, the voluptuousness that his face drew. So I noticed strange marks on his neck, it looked like the bites of a beast that I already imagined myself; infamous and terrifying.

I... I palpate it to check. She was cold, cold as death. His pulse did not work and no air was expelled from his nostrils. I remained stunned, my heart panicked as that of a blind man trapped in a bush teeming with predators. Then suddenly I heard my hands clapping. I turned around abruptly. He was a man all in black, elegant as a prince whose face is of a severity, of a coldness that seems so natural that it seems dreamlike.

Most people have brown eyes although very dark, but his irises are all black, of such deep black, that I thought I was facing the devil himself. I cried out, as cried out of helplessness, as cried out of submission in the face of adversity. I screamed so loudly that my throat hurt. He didn't approach, he just looked me straight in the eye without flinching. In an excess of fury, I cried out: "Good god who are you!? And what did you do with Marguerite!? "

"My name is Edgar," he said, bowing to me, "as for your maid I got rid of it. I have the wish to replace it. I know how to do everything and I could even send you to work avoiding traffic jams, the most annoying."

-Replaced him.... A vampire! He gave a discreet chuckle and calmly approached the window. "Sir, as you can see, I do not fear the sun and I do not depend on human blood to live. Therefore, you do not have to fear me, my only desire is to serve you. It is customary in our country to kill the people we want to replace, it is a little barbaric, I grant you, but it is the law of nature. Do you understand? Moreover, unlike her, you will not need to underpay me, because it is not the money that interests me."

A long silence then crept into the room. His facial expression did not change and although I firmly doubted his words, I glimpsed in his eyes the brilliance of sincerity. An almost naïve sincerity.

- You know I could even give you a promotion and more, if that's not enough to fill you.

-Yes, that's it and how you will manage!? I asked curious, but not convinced.

-For this sir, you will just have to consume my blood, once you have done it, I assure you you will be capable of everything.

-Consume your blood! But what does this mean? It's... is this your new way of making us vampires? Is that right? Marguerite surely tried to struggle and for fear that she would scream, you killed her now you want to fall back on me. I leapt back and looked at him with the most menacing look I was allowed to display in such circumstances.

-I see that your trust is not acquired but do not worry, I will prove my good faith.

-It's useless, no supposed man who would be in the same situation as me, could have confidence in you!

So he brought out of his jacket an impressive amount of money. With the naked eye I could easily guess that there was much more than my quarterly salary.

-Where do all his tickets come from? I asked, already seized by covetousness.

"Oh, they kindly gave them to me and they are yours."

- To me, for sure? He nodded. I resisted the first moment, but I was quick to throw myself on this paper like a rat on garbage and I palpated it while exclaiming: "Ah the money, the delicious money that cannot make you happy but, indisputably, makes life light."

-But why would you work for someone less well-off than you? I asked with overflowing hands.

-That I can't tell you. Nevertheless, I could help you become the boss of the company that hires you. -Me boss? I said with a laugh, it's impossible!

-Not if you consume my blood!

I then thought of this damn marketing company with its colleagues all equally hypocritical and interested as each other. But especially to this boss, this 16 detestable creature that treats humans as replaceable instruments. I looked at the vampire and cried out: "I will be ready to sell my soul to the devil to free myself from this prison!

- Then you won't regret it. He made me hold his jacket for a moment, folded the sleeves of his shirt before taking a knife and making a cut in his arm. Then he shook his head, so I bent down and sucked his blood without restraint. As soon as I stopped, he touched my shoulder and saw my face briefly and then cried out with a smile of satisfaction: "Now go and take his place.

-But what should I do?

-Nothing, you have already done all the work. On his words I took my tacot and went to the office. When I arrived Madame Walé, the secretary, who usually displayed an expression of incoercible disgust at my presence alone, was delighted with my coming. In his face, it looked like I was some kind of Messi or a human present. She approached smiling and shook my hands with vivacity.

-Well... Hello Mr. Meité, how resplendent you are today. I mean you're perfect, absolutely perfect.

"Thank you, Madame walé," I said, suddenly withdrawing my hands, for she was beginning to tear them from me.

- If you need me for anything, let me know, I will run in the second.

-Very well thank you.

- Please do not be ashamed. I didn't listen to him anymore and walked into the work room throwing a long, nonchalant "hello everyone." And as soon as my voice was spread by the air, his robots usually possessed by their computers, stood up and looked at me with the respect one has for a man highly placed in the social ladder. There was also in their gaze, a kind of weakness of palpable attraction. One of them whose glance weighed more than the others and whose teeth did not fail to make his lips bleed, rushed at me, gave me a furtive hug and then returned to his post while trembling on himself. The others and Madame Walé, who had opened the door to spy on us, looked at him with marked jealousy and deep respect.

To avoid any further manifestation of the incoercible magnetization, which I aroused in them, I decided to rush into the boss's office. I typed three times, and the boss's high-pitched, dragging, falsely distinguished voice was heard:

"Stop hammering my door and come in!" That's what I did. When he saw me, he immediately stood up, he who usually seemed to be glued to his chair and a handicapped man struck by the excesses of fate. "Oh, hello Mr. Meité. How are you?" he said, shaking my hand. "Monsieur Savané," I said with conspicuous coldness to test the effect of blood on this bastard. "Oh, please call me bill.To tell you the truth, I don't allow anyone to call me that, my friends call me Sir and my darling wife. But you, yes, you, I allow you, because you suddenly became very sympathetic to me."

- Very good Bill.

On his words he sketched a wide and frightening smile. Scary probably because it was quite unexpected. In 10 years of hard work, it was the first time I saw her cheeks fill up. Even in the moments of glory of society when the exhilaration was contagious, his austere mine followed him as his shadow.

-What is your job already?

-I am an assistant project manager.

- You lie! Don't tell me that with all the hard work you provide, I've never given you a promotion.

-No never most of the time you threaten to fire me. If I've been here for so long it's because I've learned to properly suck your dick.

He stood up with a look of indignation and declared: "I have... I'm ashamed of myself (he sits down). But... but I will fix this terrible mistake! Starting today, you will be a sales manager. I let out a disdainful pout.

-What does this position not suit you!? Tell me what you want then.

-Bill, let's see, don't you think your buddy deserves much more than a promotion!?

-Certainly, certainly, he said, bringing his hands closer to mine, and beginning to caress them. But what do you mean by more than a promotion?

-By this I mean that I want to become khalif instead of khalif.

-Do you want to take my place?

-Bingo!

-Oh. He thinks for a few seconds.

-Has only one condition.

-Which one?

-Let you let me hug you very tightly.

I placed my hands to welcome him and indeed he squeezed me very tightly, even too hard. I needed to push him so he wouldn't break my bones. -Society is yours my friend. I will send you the documents and the deed of assignment as soon as possible. I hope this suits you. - We'll say it can be okay.

-Great!

I tried as best I could to contain myself, but the exhilaration soon contaminated my face, my actions. I stood up, jumped, I even shouted, in front of Savané who was smiling with all his teeth. My employees who had piled up in front of the door entered the room like a troop of young people who had executed the bouncer. They then began to sing this song that I still find quite pleasing today: "Long live the boss!!! Long live Mr. Meité !!!"

After the euphoria I turned home. In the house I noticed that the walls had been repainted, the floor stripped and sanded, the furniture spoiled, changed. Everything was beautiful and new. So he was waiting for me a quite extraordinary menu. However, I am not moved by this radical and welcome change, having only one idea in mind, to exploit this blood that came from heaven. "I commit you Edgar, my good Edgar. It worked like hiking shoes.

-That's good news!

-But I'm not going to turn into a vampire? I asked with sudden terror.

-You are as lucky to transform into these creatures as the sun is likely to change into a crescent.

-So you were telling me the truth from the beginning.

-Indeed, lying is an art that we do not exercise.

-In this case, tell me Edgar, my good Edgar, how long does this power last? I mean, it must have limits.

- This power you say!?

-Of course what could it be others?

-Interesting. He took out a pen and notebook from his pocket and wrote down something before putting them back immediately.

-It all depends on the quantity sir. If by chance you have a list of things that you deem necessary to undertake during a certain period of time, then I would tell you that a liter a day, would be more than enough.

-One liter per day! Not that I'm worried about you far from it, but if you die everything is over.

-I will not die, moreover all that matters to me is whether you are satisfied.

-In this case, there is a woman I have wanted for so long. A mestizo whose beauty lies essentially in the face as she is so flat. But what a face! His eyes, his lips are a real pleasure for the eyes. Still, she's a bitch! A slut who never had the slightest consideration for me. But thanks to you she will love me. Oh, yes, she will love me!

- Very good then I will put the blood in a bottle so that you do not drink more than necessary.

-No give me your arm, I don't want to miss me. "

-But sir?

-I am the boss, I shouted, taken with powerful anger. "

-As you will sir.

He approached and I swallowed an indeterminate amount of his blood as he watched me almost despondent. I then felt a vivid and strange joy, a kind of thick happiness that made me feel like I was being drunk.

In the evening so I went to her house, I typed and it was not long before we came. For her to let me in I needed to imitate the voice of one of her best friends.

-But... but who are you sir," she said automatically after opening the door.

-Well, don't you recognize me? It's me Lamine.

-Lamine ... Meité!?

-The only one you know.

She considered me from top to bottom, as if to test the veracity of my words. Then stopping at my face cried out:

-Now that you are speaking, I realize that it is you. It is this face that gives chills. With your hooked nose, your pervert eyes and your hungry big lips. It is this cowardly body that could only excite a dead woman. And it is this voice, this voice of submissiveness, of hypocrite. Yes, everything suggests that you are the man who disgusts me the most in the world. But... it's strange, I can't help but be... attract by you. So that's love at first sight? So love makes you so blind?

She walked back wide the door, looked at me once again, with a look where despair, envy and incomprehension were intertwined, and then cried out:

-You are cheating!

-How much I cheat?," I cried while bursting out laughing

-You must have bewitched me or something like that, it can only be that.

-And how I will do to bewitch you?

-I don't know... you... you must have seen a marabout or something like that... I don't know.

Suddenly she approaches me by the hands, makes me enter the house, locks the door, then: "Go away! I want you to stay! I want you to leave now and stay forever!

-I would like to but for that you would have to let go of me.

She squeezed me vigorously. "No I will never let you go, but go fast. Disappear! "

-Your husband, isn't there?

-He is traveling.

-It's a shame, I would have liked him to see me fucking his wife.

-Thou shalt not do anything to his wife... at last you won't do anything to me.

She seemed all out of breath, fighting with a strength that surpassed her. Then not speaking anymore, no longer moaning, leads me straight to his room. Arriving in this room, she began to undress us while exclaiming: "I beg you! Prevent me from undressing, it is not against you, but I love him, with all the sincerity that one can have for a man, if I did it with you, I would feel like I had broken something in me."

Seeing his naked body gradually taking shape before my eyes I cried out: "I can't (laugh), I'm like who would say paralyzed. Do you know how long it's been since I saw a naked woman's body, which is not virtual?"

On her words, she pushed me onto the bed with a force that was hardly acceptable to me to belong to a woman. Seeing me naked on their marital bed, tears beaded over his eyes. She was crying, she was crying while I was laughing.

Suddenly, she began to set me on fire, to touch me, to caress me with ferocity, it looked like a beast that would have long ago curbed her sexual impulses.

Aware that I was evil and she the female, I wanted to catch her to dominate her and show her my experience but as soon as I touched her, she slapped me.

So I did nothing not to upset her further and also because it did not bother me that she took care of me. And what an experience! Never had sex been so primitive, for a moment I forgot my belonging to the human race. She rode me until the early morning, without interruption. His body seemed to be screaming stop but his insatiable mind still wanted it. I stopped him nevertheless, more than satisfied. She wanted me to stay and followed me to their door where I needed to knock her out to get rid of her.

I thought of this all day, it was indeed this woman who had devoured me with a monstrous appetite, but it was I who had stolen her body, her mind and her soul. On the strength of this success, I took a notebook and wrote down the names of all the whores who dared to say no to me. Incidentally someone I liked and whom I was convinced would have refused me before when I was still a mere mortal without power.

For months, I flew day and night a lot of soul. Of course in the meantime I gave life to other unfulfilled desires. I was no longer trying to make money, which needs paper when you have the man in your wallet. I didn't even need to ask that I was already offered. I was like a star who was devoured with my eyes, like a God who ruled the world by blood. Because in just one year, I had suffered more desire than an entire country combined. I continued to drink though.

Not that I was greedy or stupid enough not to know how to stop. It was more than I had become addicted to. Yes completely addicted. I had to drink his blood to feel alive, for my stimulated happiness. I needed it all the time. Every minute, every second, how much even that gave me more and more excruciating headaches. The butler seeing my condition advised me to stop, but I got angry like an animal and threatened to hit him, to fire him.

Reluctantly he always gave it to me. One day when I had chained I do not know how many liters of his blood and I was happy as a rentier. I went to a building that I had built especially to cram all the people I once jealous and hated. Pop stars, politicians, actors, my former banker, a whole detestable world. As I returned in order to multiply my happiness, seeing them worship me, I saw a pack of men rushing on me. Some were pulling out of their cars others from nearby houses.

There were thousands, maybe even millions, I don't know, I couldn't count as the mass was huge, compact and terrifying. Some of them threw themselves at me while others fought to get closer. And one of those who had reached me, pale eyes, his face crumpled by desire, and his mouth foaming began to bite me, to tear off my skin, to devour me with a voracious appetite. And the others as witnesses to the ultimate form of love sneaked in for having also had their piece of the cake. The pain was unbearable... indescribable. While I thought my life was extinct I saw a crow approaching us, at the same time I fainted.

I woke up in a hospital where the doctors informed me that the fees had already been paid and that a letter had been given for me by a curious man. That is all. He looked me straight in the eye.

-Here is a story, but what did the letter say.

- I threw it away but here is what was written there: "Excuse me for having mixed you in all this, you are not the one I am looking for and I despair of finding it one day. He sighed.

-What would you have done in my place?

- I don't know, I would surely have fled. But if it had taken me the courage to stay, I think I would have sought to make enough money to build a country on Mars. He sighed for the umpteenth time and stood up.

-So you still don't understand I didn't lose anything and even if I had had more I wouldn't have earned anything either, simply because money doesn't exist, it never existed. All that exists is man, man and his nature.

"But why do you sigh then?"

-Because I am deeply human and I do not know how to be anything else, so I always think, incessantly, about what I could have had again ...

He left, chasing people as he passed. While I looked with curiosity, and irresistible envy, at a raven that seemed to have been examining me for quite some time already.t