As at that time when Safiya was talking to Marianna, Caesar was already with Dvorak, Dutch and Weston. The men were all holding their WolfStoppers, their faces grimed and expressionless. Lightning flashed in the sky, and the belated bellow of thunder rocked the grounds. It was going to rain before long. Away in the far distance, they howls of werewolves rolled around the dark, stormy night.
“Okay, listen up. Those animals are in town and I believe some are heading this way,” Caesar shouted above the noise of the wind. “The werewolf that’s coming here, is a special one. A very special one. If you ask me I don’t even intend to kill him right away, I intend to make him suffer. So if possible, I want him alive. Now, Dutch takes up the left flank of the house. Weston, you take the right. Dvorak, you stay with me. Anywhere I go, you go. Let’s move,”
As they were about to run off to their respective position, the howl of a werewolf broke the silence of the night. Then it was followed by another howl, a menacing, fear gripping one, that came with the rushing of violent winds which made the palm trees that surrounded the house shudder and dropped in the grasp of the wind like witches shouting incantations.
The Wolf Stopper in their hands came alive at once. The led was fully green.
“Okay, you cocksuckers,” Caesar screamed. “Bring it on! Bring it on!”
Suddenly a werewolf bounded out of the darkness. It leaped on the rooftops of the mansion. The beast raised its furry face to the cloudy, stormy sky and howled. The men didn’t see it at first.
The noise of the Wolf Stoppers in the far distance, the howls of the werewolves, the screams of men in pain, all affected their senses. It clouded their judgment. But it was the Wolf Stoppers with them that came through. For it had turned fully red in the hand of the men and was already jerking the round to the werewolf which was staring brazenly at their unprotected backs.
The men all swung around. They were all terrified except Caesar. A wave of raw anger was seeping through him at that very moment.
The werewolf took a powerful leap off the rooftops and lunged. Its merciless claws were outstretched, directed at them. The Wolf Stoppers in their hands boomed. Ray of flashes caught the werewolf in its flight. The rays blasted the werewolf to pieces. Its remains scattered to the ground like chopped beefs.
At that moment, another werewolf appeared behind them. It was Helldog. He regarded the men for a fraction of a second and grinned, revealing wicked looking fangs.
None of the men were aware. Helldog lunged at Dutch.
Dutch suddenly screamed wildly. The rest of the men turned to look at him, their eyes wide with surprising shock. Dutch’s head was on the ground. Blood was gushing furiously from his headless neck. The big gun was still gripped tightly in his lifeless hands. His big body dropped to its knees, then fell to the ground, curling up. His neck continues to spurt blood.
Helldog raised his claws and took a violent swipe at Weston. The Wolf Stopper in his hands fired. But it was a shade too late. The claws powerfully struck Weston’s gun arm. Weston yelled painfully as his arm dropped to the floor. Helldog smashed the Wolf Stopper with his big feet, then sank his teeth into Weston’s neck. The Fur Hunter dropped to the ground, lifeless.
Helldog then leaped at Caesar. Its blood dripping claws stretched forward, its green-brown eyes blazing with death. Caesar hadn’t time for any fancy shooting. He spun away and raised the Wolf Stopper to his shoulder. He fired at will. The ray flash hit Helldog in the center of his chest. The big wolf screamed and dropped to the ground, twitching voraciously. Like a cat, Caesar stalked over to the writhing beast.
The furs were singing away rapidly from Helldog’s body as he writhed in pain. In the darkness of the night, Caesar recognized Helldog’s face. An exhilarating excitement ran through him. Grinning wickedly, he aimed the gun at Helldog’s head. He squeezed the trigger. The Wolf Stopper roared. Helldog's body stopped twitching, the top of his head blown off.
Victor appeared from the darkness; big, full of fur, his eyes glittering with murders. His eyes rested on Helldog's body on the ground. He let out an intense, angry howl. It was Dvorak that saw him first. He pointed the Wolf Stopper at the beast.
“Here’s another one, Caesar,” he screamed as he fired.
Victor leaped but not at Dvorak or Caesar.
He leaped onto the top of a white pillar boulder which held the mansion. Then moving like a black streak of lightning, he did two things at once. He lunged at them, his two, big feet outstretched. He kicked the Wolf Stoppers out of their hands. The claws of his paw caught the hands of Dvorak.
The big man let out an intense pain filled yell. He dropped to his knees, holding his hands to his face, horrified to see that where three of his fingers had been there was now only a mess of blood and crushed bones. Moaning, he looked frantically down to the floor, and saw the decapitated fingers lying there, staring back at him.
The blow of the kick flung Caesar backwards. But he quickly steadied himself. Then he saw the beast standing right in front of him. It was big and hairy, his massive chest raising and falling.
Man and beast stood, in the center of the mansion grounds, staring hard at themselves, blood and decapitated body parts littered around them.
Rain came at that moment.
It swept from the sky like an avenger, lashing the men, the roof and the grounds of the mansion. It was a noisy rain, like a wave lashing a beach. It came hard, and it came furiously. Jagged streaks of lightning ripped their way across the sky, glaring white against the blackness. The man and beast stood still as the rain assaulted their bodies. Victor’s body began to change, the furs began to sift back into his skin, the claws crawl back into his hands, his body was contracting and reducing, his massive body lessening and lessening.
Caesar watched this amazing performance, intrigued.
Few seconds later, his eyes lit up in awe and when he saw Victor standing right in front of him; in flesh and blood. Tall, massive and naked. The droplets of rain streaming down his lean, hard body.
“You dont have to second guess who you are fighting,” Victor said evenly.
Caesar cocked his head.
“Nice one, Victor,” he grinned, his teeth pulled up in a snarl, “Glad you could join us,”
“Where is Selena?”
“Oh, you don’t know?” Caesar jeered. “I thought you psychos always know these things. Can’t you sniff her out? Smell her scent? Oh, sorry. I forgot you can’t,” Then his voice took a menacing tone. “You can’t because I took her away from you. She’s in my care now. I’ll keep her for sometime and when I have no use for her, I’m gonna fuck the hell outta her and give that bitch to the to my men,”
“Don’t call her a bitch. She’s my woman,” Victor said without even raising his voice. “She ain’t no one’s bitch,”
Caesar threw his head back, and gave a hard barking laugh.
“You love sick bastards! No wonder you came, down here, bringing your fucking breeds with you, all cause of a low life whore. You know what, I’m tired of talking to you. Let’s just get this over with, you wolf bastard,” and saying this, he made a bull-like rush at Victor.
Victor heaved heavily and braced himself as Caesar charged at him. They both fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Both men rolled over and over, on the cold, wet grounds. Caesar moved over on top of Victor and hit him hard twice across his face. Victor twisted, rolled himself over on top of Caesar and quickly tapped in two vicious punches to the hunter’s face. Both men heaved, moaned and groaned as they clobbered each other like fight-starved boxers. Victor grabbed hold of Caesar’s throat, throwing back his head, he head-butted Caesar’s face. Right smacked.
Caesar roared in pain. Blood began to lick from his nose. He felt a hot, furious rush of blood to his head. He shook out one of his clasped hands from Victor’s grip. He raised it and gave Victor a wicked blow on the bridge of his face with his elbow. Ripping away the soft flesh there. Blood began to pour out, rapidly making the puddle of water around them pinkish-brown.
Victor groaned, taking in the wrecking pain that went through him.
Dvorak remained motionless where he knelt, sick with horror. He knew he should go to Caesar ’s help, but he hadn’t the will to move. The terrible loss of his fingers and blood had reduced his strength. Victor made a tremendous effort, gripping Caesar ’s by his waist, he half reared up, and lifted Caesar up and slammed his back hard on the floor.
Caesar screamed out, as a body wrecking pain shook through his body. Victor pounced on him and screwed his fingers into the soft skin around Caesar ’s throat, choking him. Caesar began to pound powerfully at Victor’s chest. But Victor hung on, putting all this strength into that chokehold. Caesar ’s eyes started out from his head. His mouth hung open a little. His legs were kicking and thrashing violently on the ground.
Just then Victor caught a movement in the corner of his eyes. He dragged his eyes away from Caesar’s face. He saw Dvorak moving wobbly on his feet. He was walking towards the Wolf Stopper that lay on the ground. Victor released his grip on Caesar ’s throat. He got to his feet. He began to walk slowly towards the big fur hunter.