Marianna was lying across her bed. She wore dark blue pajamas and on her feet were black sandals with gold embroidery. A cigarette hung from the corner of her mouth, and she had her cellphone in one hand, going through her media. Rolled up like a ball on the bed and facing her was Amor, licking the hair on its white paw lazily.
A knock came on the door.
Marianna lazily dragged her eyes up.
“What do you want?” She asked, knowing that it was no one but her brother that was standing right outside the door.
“We need to talk.” the answer came from the outside Marianna moistened her lips with her tongue.
“Come in.” Then she leaned forward and picked Amor up. It may in protest, twisting and turning in her hand to be put down but then, tenderly, she began to scratch its head and quiet it down.
The door opened and Caesar strolled in. He was shirtless. He had on only black pants. His feet were bare. His naked chest revealed the defined, perfect outlines of his upper torso. He eyed Marianna, a sardonic expression on his face. His eyes dragged to her hand, saw Amor and his face darken.
“What are you up to?” He said, sitting on the bed. “You haven’t come to check on me today?”
Marianna's mouth turned down at the corners. “I’m tired, Caesar . I can’t just be checking up on you every time. I need time for myself too”
Caesar lifted his eyebrows in shock. Marianna tired of checking up on him? That’s unbelievable. Never in his life would he have imagined that statement coming out of her mouth.
“Are you okay?” He asked, worriedly. He wasn’t asking because he was looking out for her but for himself.
Marianna shifted uneasily.
“I’m okay, brother. I just need some time to myself, that's all. You needn’t worry yourself.” she held Amor to herself, stroking its small, furry scalp. It began to doze in her hand, its eyes half opening and closing.
Caesar could not be brushed off like that easily. He reached out and touched her shoulder, then tried to pull her to him, but she pushed his hand away. His jaw dropped. Something is up. He was certain of it. Something is definitely up.
“You dare push my hand away?” He snarled.
“I told you, Caesar! I’m tired.” her voice was cold and hard.
Caesar regarded her for a long moment. All of a sudden, he reached out and taking her arm, he pried Amor out of her hands. The cat who at that time was already sleeping comfortably, screeched out in pain.
“Leave him alone! “Marianna yelled with painful intensity.
Caesar’s face was tightened.
“You dare choose this bloody cat over me?” His voice was loaded with shock and surprise.
“Please put him down,” she was actually pleading now. “What do you want, Caesar?”
It made Caesar happy that at least he still had control over her. At least he still had control over her? He had had control over her all his life, what the fuck his going on?
“I want you tonight, Anna,” he said tightly. “I want to feel your skin on mine. That’s what I want.”
She shook her head, a glint of tears in her eyes.
“I can’t Caesar. I can’t! Not anymore,” she whimpered.
Her words hit him in the belly like the stomach of a horse. He stared at her in a devastating shock, not believing any words he had heard from her mouth. Angered, he flung Amor to a corner of the room. Marianna screamed as the cat yelped out in pain. It struck the wall, rolled itself up and dashed under the bed.
Swiftly, Caesar caught Marianna’s wrist and held her, looking down at her.
“For the love of God! What the hell has come over you?” His voice was badly shaken and he hated her for doing this to me.
“Get off me, Caesar! Get off me!” She wailed.
He looked down at her, seeing the furious, irritated look In her eyes, he felt deflated. She doesn’t want you. He told himself. Yes, she doesn’t want you, so deal with it. But he couldn’t deal with this. This was the only person that he truly loved and cared about. Anyways he loved Selena too but this was his flesh and blood. How could he ever endure her despising or hating him.
“I want you, Anna. I want you.” He said feverishly, through locked teeth. “You started this whole thing with me. You can just leave me high and dry. Not when I’m used to it” his eyes beseeched her.
Then he dragged his eyes to her chest and it settled on the swell of her breasts, straining hard against her flimsy pajama shirt, begging to be free. And he felt blood rushed into his penis. He was iron hard. He brought down his head and savagely tore open her pajama shirt front. Her breasts spilled out. She began to scream now, begging him to leave her alone. Caesar ignored her. He began to suck one rosy nipple. Marianna started to thrash around, trying to roll him off her. He held her down.
“You are getting it tonight. I’m giving it to you tonight.” he seethed. Deftly, using one hand to hold down her wrist, he began to peel her pajama pants off her. Some moments later, she lay on the bed, naked. Caesar stared at her, fascinated at her beauty, thinking how the thought of not wanting him could have ever entered her head when they are now so used to each-other.
Few moments later, he was thrusting hard and fast into her, heaving heavily like an overworked donkey. He would have been surprised to know that has he was making wild, violent love to his sister, she on the other hand, her face turned to the opposite wall, her lips pressed together to hold back the scream of anguish that threatened to escape from her mouth, she was thinking of how few days ago, Victor had mauled her body passionately in the garage.
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It was a cold, windy night in Fur Rivers, in a fancy apartment among the streets reserved for the wealthy, Bill Castle, his wife Annette, and their daughters Gianna and Nova enjoyed dinner. They ravished the Louisiana seafood, fine French wines, and delicate desserts. The atmosphere was cheerful as each family member eagerly ate the meal, lovingly prepared by their live-out Creole maid.
Bill was about to fork a lobster into his mouth when the front door shook violently and outside the wind rose to a terrifying roar. He paused, the fork in his hand hanging adrift in his mouth.
“Do y’all hear that?” He questioned, dragging his eyes to the face of Annette, then to his two daughters.
“I heard nothing, father.” Gianna said, spearing shrimps into her mouth with an aloof air.
Nova said nothing. She just continued with her food as if the discussion around the table wasn’t meant for her “Maybe it’s just the wind,” Annette suggested. “It’s been a windy night. Don’t worry yourself, darling” and she gave her husband a reassuring, warm smile which always make heart flutter and continued with her food.
Bill Castle nodded his head but he was not satisfied. Something bad was out there. He was sure of it. The stories about old Sam and his adopted daughter being attacked by a werewolf in the bar had been circulating the town for the past few weeks. Probably one of those damned werewolf was out there, somewhere, lurking around. One can’t be too careful these days, he thought as he got up to his feet, ignoring the weird, puzzled look his wife and daughter shot at him, he went into the inner room.
Few minutes later, he returned with a double barrel shotgun. His family looked at him, in total disbelief.
“Father!” Gianna gasped. “What’s happening?”
“Why, Bill……what’s the problem? Why do you need that?” Annette said, the food in her mouth muffled her voice.
“I don’t know, ladies,” Bill replied, smiling but it was a weak one. “but I’m not letting my guard down…….i’m not” but before he could finish his words, the windows blasted open in loud, shattering glissades, spraying sharp pieces of broken glasses into the room.
Three monstrous shaggy werewolf leaped into the room, howling.
Annette and her two daughters opened their mouths in great, gasping breath and began to scream, jumping up from their chairs as if they had been stabbed with bayonets and began to run around the room, horrified to their bones.
Bill was completely flustered out of his senses. He could not believe what he was seeing. He had thought he was prepared for anything whatsoever but not this………….definitely not this! He stood on the spot as if he were made of stone, gun in hand, his brain momentarily paralyzed.
The three wolves gave out a bellowing growl of rage and leaped on the women. The biggest of the werewolves leaped on Annette, one wolf lunged at Gianna and the other one at Nova.
The werewolf went to work; they began to feast hungrily.
That was when the veil of clouds lifted from Bill's eyes and his senses kicked in. He let out a terrifying yell of rage.
“Animals! Fucking animals from the pit of hell! I’ll fix you! I’ll fix you dead.” and he raised the shotgun, cocked it, heard the chambers receiving the bullets and pointed it at one of the werewolves who was feeding on the head of one of the women and he fired.
The gun went off in a loud crescendo and the bullet hit the werewolf on the head. The werewolf howled with a violent intensity as the force of the bullet lifted it and propelled it against the opposite wall. It lay on the floor, twitching feverishly, its brain particles splattered all over its shaggy pelt and snout. Then it became still.
Bill cocked the gun again, ready to fire.
The biggest of the werewolves - Helldog - who had led the attack, springs at Bill.
The gun fell from Bill’s hand, clattering to the floor. On a normal day, Bill couldn't be sure of many things: whether he'd have sex with his wife that night, what he'd wear the next day, or if he'd run into a pretty woman in town (not that he'd ever cheat on Annette) or if Mrs. Madeline would bake his favorite chocolate pie. But as he collapsed to the floor as the big wolf lunged at him, the certainty of what those razor-sharp fangs could do to him flashed through his mind.
Instantly, he picked himself up and began to race towards the front door, yelling, his voice ringing out, terrified to glance over his shoulders……...knowing that the pain was bound to come because he was a dead man already. And when the pain finally came.…..his screams made no difference. Only a deep grunt masked with horror escaped from his lips as Helldog, his jaws inside the unprotected neck of Bill, ripped him apart.