“You are crazy! I’m not saying shit to anyone. You yourself should know that!”
Caesar stared at her for a long moment, his eyes roving over her face, eyes, nose and he smiled, a thin one.
“I believe you, sister.” and he patted her cheeks softly and moved away from her. He resumed his pacing, moving back and forth around the room.
“For months now, I’ve been hammering it into the ears of the Elders Of Fur Rivers that those animals are planning to take over this town! But none of them listened to me! Not one! Now looked at what happened! If not for the call that I received that there was trouble in Sam’s bar and Selena was in danger, that bloody brute would have had his way with her” then his voice went lower. “Maybe kill her. Rip her open with.....with. his...fucking..hands” he stammered, his face contorted with hate.
“Who made the call?” Marianna asked Caesar turned to her, smirking.
“You don’t have to worry your beautiful head about that.” Most men in this town knew of my undying love for Selena.” He boasted. “They know how bad It would hurt me if anything happens to her.” He was grinning now. “You see, they are looking out for me. Nice isn’t it? They are after my happiness! My peace of mind! Then he added slyly just to spite her. “ I can’t say that for you? Can I?”
A glint of jealousy jumped into Marianna’s eyes and it made her ugly.
“I don’t want anything from them. They can all get the hell out. You can go ahead and let them have your goddamned back. What do I care anyways.” Her face was twisted with fury. Caesar couldn’t hide the smile on his face. And at that moment, a feeling of pleasure – that he had been able to rile her up – surged through him. “So what happened to Selena?” she said after sometime.
The gleaming, jeering expression on Caesar’s face went away.
“What do you mean what happened to her?” there was caution in his voice.
“I mean after you saved her from that werewolf what later happened to her?” her eyes were glaring at him, curiously.
Caesar threw up his hands in exasperation.
“What in God’s name are you driving at, Marianna?”
“I’m not driving at anything. I just wanted to know what went down after the whole thing. Give me the details brother!”
“All right! All right! After the whole thing, she left the bar in a hurry...I guess she went home...you see, she was kind of scared! Which is pretty acceptable. I mean, God! a fucking animal nearly had his way with her.”
“She went home?” She said, flirting with the word in her mouth. “Like just went home?” now it was as if she was intentionally knocking the absurdity of that statement into his ears.
Caesar's eyes turned to a spark of fire.
“For Chris sake, what do you want her to do? Stick around to bring my weapons home? Help the men bury that werewolf? What the hell do you want from her?”
Marianna went on unperturbed. “So she left you there, to handle the whole mess after being the cause of it in the first place? I bet she didn’t even care whether that other animal that escaped came back to kill you? I bet she didn’t even say thank you?” she was looking at him now, the way an old man would look at a young boy who had done something stupid. “You are smarter than this brother. What are you still doing, babying around with that silly girl?” she was trying to goad him and she was doing a very good job at it.
Caesar bit hard on his bottom lips.
“That’s not how it all happened! But believe anything you want.” but his voice held no conviction and Marianna knew she had been closer to the truth – if at all – she was saying the whole truth.
“Did you later go to her house tonight? To try to see if she was alright? To show you care? Like a fool who has been pussy-whipped by the town’s most beautiful girl?” She was watching his face closely for any reaction. She was rewarded.
His thick brows knitted into a tight frown. But he did not say anything.
A knowing glint came into her eyes and her face shaped into a snarl.
“Of course, I should have known. You’ve must been to that bitch house.” Her voice sounded like the snap of a stick.
“Stop calling her a bitch!” Caesar exploded, but his voice held no strength.
“No wonder you reek of her when I see you tonight! She must have tossed you out!” her voice had taken a bitter tone now. “Yes, that must be it! That’s why you came running home like a gutter kid whose ass has been whooped by his mother!”
“Shut the fuck!” Caesar roared, the big veins in his neck standing out in cords. “Just shut it alright! Or I will shut it for you!”
Marianna cringed as his voice echoed off the room. It also scared Amor. He released a whining screech, lifted his fat, fur body off the rug and flounced away behind one of the arm chairs.
Caesar stood there, his eyes glaring at his sister with fury. His chest rising and falling. He needed not to say anything again. The look in his eyes was enough to tell Marianna it's high time she shut the hell up for the day. Suddenly feeling drained by his outrage, he drew in a long, slow breath, walked slowly to one of the chairs and collapsed into it.
Marianna stood there for a long moment, watching him. Seeing that the rage had left him, she came over to where he sat and went down on her knees right in front.
“Oh, you poor boy,” she purred. “Let me ease your pain.”
“Leave me......” He began but she put her well-manicured finger on his lips, cutting him off.
“Shushhhh.....Let me......I owe you this, Caesar.” she said, staring hard into his face, her green eyes wanton-like and sensational.
Caesar felt her hands, caressing his chest, slowly, tentatively, then sliding over his crotch and he pressed his lips together and shifted uncomfortably on the chair. He turned his face away – he was pretty ashamed of himself; of what she was doing to him – as he sucked in breath of sexual arousal. His penis was hard iron . He heard the zip of his pants being unzipped, and he drew in a long, shuddering breath as moist hot hands touched his throbbing penis. She took it out and began to stroke him. Her hands ran up and down over the thick, hot flesh. Caesar closed his eyes; shame, guilt and sexual ecstasy washed over him. He despised it......this thing.......this sickening control........she had over him and yet still, a part of him wanted it, craved it - that dark, depraved, sadistic part of him – craved it. That part that only his sister knew of. It was crazy, very crazy. But he couldn’t help it.
It had always been like this between them. It was a hideous secret......that kind of condemnable, monstrous secret, a man and a woman shared.......a secret that is unspeakable.........yeah, that kind of secret. It had all started with the death of their mother, Lady Valerie Devonport, who had died of a sudden illness. After their mother’s death, Caesar, who had loved his mother greatly and was closer to her than Marianna, felt alone and shadowy.Their mother's death left a void inside him, filled only by Marianna, his sole remaining family.
Marianna was a spitting image of their mother, Lady Devonport, in appearance, but unlike her gentle and peaceful mother, Marianna was cold, cunning, and trouble-prone. Sensing her brother's pain, Marianna manipulated him to her advantage, easily gaining control over him. Like a Greek goddess, she had him under her spell, molding him into her puppet to satisfy the wild desires and amusement of her young wild life.
He sat there, moaning and groaning like an injured man. After a while, he opened his eyes. Marianna was watching now, a sardonic, wicked smile on her lips as she worked on him. At that moment, he wished to God he had the powers to make her stop. This is embarrassing! Totally unheard-of! What would the whole town say, when they heard that the almighty Caesar Devonport, a skilled wolf-hunter, is a bloody weakling, a man sexually manipulated by his sister, stuck under her nasty, little thumb. If this ever gets out, he thought. I’d put a gun to my head and blow it out. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
After suffering under her hands, obediently, like a dog loyal to his master, he pushed her hands away from him and got to his feet. A look of utter anger appeared on Marianna’s face.
“You didn’t let me finish!”
“I’m turning in” he said, ignoring the harshness on her face. “I’m dead beat and I need to rest.” He pointed a finger at the cat, which was lying all cuddled up like a ball on the thick Persian rug, licking its paws. It had watched Caesar and his sister's performance, with blank, ignorant eyes. “Keep that thing out of my room. I woke up this morning and found it curled up on my chest. If it happens next time, I’ll make a steak out of it.” and he turned and began to walk towards a flight of stairs that led to the upper rooms.
“Amor is not your problem!” Marianna shrilled. “Selena his your problem. And she will never love you! You are a fool, Caesar! She belongs to another man!” her voice was cold and biting. “How can you be so stupid?”
He stopped in his tracks. He turned around and pointed a finger at her. His voice sounded like the gavel of a judge.
“Selena will be mine. No man will have her. No man! She’s mine! Deal with it!” and he stalked off.
If Caesar had looked into a crystal ball, and had the chance of knowing the existence of a werewolf named Victor - who at that moment, was babying his triumph motorcycle into Fur Rivers – he would have given the world to have stay the hell out of the town.