12 CHAPTER TWELVE: GHOST STORY

Vera's Residence

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He knew it was an ungodly hour but he had to go and see her. She possessed him. She had him hooked like trout on the end of a fisherman's line. Before he knew what was happening he was knocking on her door.

"Hmm!" Vera exclaimed with a half smile," you came to see me again."

"Yep. Seems you're already becoming an addiction "

"Sometimes I don't know whether you are complimenting me or not. Come in."

He followed her into the living room that was only half lit. The soft yellow light from a shaded bulb gave the place a comfy look. The ceiling fan as usual was in full blast.

She was wearing a very long T-shirt that stopped just below her knees. Caesar thought that was a very naughty thing to wear. Once again the Tempter came and sat on his shoulder and evil began to manifest in his mind.

Oh dear, he thought. Here we go again.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Relaxing."

"Relaxing doing what?" he asked as she dropped on a couch. He dropped in beside her.

"Nothing."

"The art of doing nothing must be quite interesting isn't it?"

"For goodness sake, Caesar, just relax and stop talking."

"Okay, Ma'am."

She lay across his lap and snuggled against him. He gasped as he felt her full weight against him. Oh la la…

He smiled evilly to his inner self. She was right. No more talk. Time to switch to body language.

She was incredibly full. Caesar could feel the pressure against his stomach and thighs. He glanced down at her and swept his eyes over the lush landscape. The T-shirt wasn't having much success in hiding her contours. She looked as sleek as a cat. Cat again. Cats should be stroked and Vera was no exception. She might even purr.

First her neck. His fingers trailed the nape, gently smoothing the hairs that went down into the cleft between the shoulder blades. She sighed almost inaudibly. He guessed she purred.

Then her back. The fabric of her T-shirt could not stop the electric current that zapped between her skin and his fingertips. My Goodness, he thought in awe, wasn't she curved! He was aware of old Johnny, rising and stretching. Naughty boy. He should exercise some patience.

Her legs might have belonged to a gazelle. They were that muscular and powerful. They were the longest legs he had ever seen.

He stared at her headlights. Beautiful, was all he could say to himself. She moaned gently and turned over on her back. Her eyes were still closed. Just as well. He did not want her to see the hedonistic look in his eyes just yet.

Her face was relaxed. Caesar's eyes trailed across the rich landscape.

Those twin hillocks would soon rupture the cotton. His free hand (the other pillowed her head) begged to go mountain climbing. His brain finally gave the approval. The hand set off boldly, determined to make that slow climb to the peak. It was a beautiful journey.

One hillock was conquered, now for the next. His hand descended into the valley and bravely set off ascending the next hillock. The trip was as fulfilling as the last.

Vera mumbled something and slapped off his hand. He grinned. Time to relax a bit. He once again surveyed the terrain while he plotted his next move.

Clothes were becoming a nuisance, he decided and Vera's T- Shirt was causing an obstruction. Time for his hand to go underground.

Gently, slowly, that's it ! Now start your reconnaissance all over again. Mr. Hand please report to Mr. Brain. God, those hills are alive! Especially those peaks. Then the incredibly flat plain after that. I'm running into some grassland here. Oops! I have run just into some thick bushes here. What's this? A marsh land? I have to report I'm sinking. Wow! How gloriously wet this place is…

She yanked his hand out and sat up suddenly. She was breathing heavily Caesar encircle his arms around her.

"Maybe you should start talking again "she chided, staring at him hotly, "that's when you behave yourself."

He grinned hedonistically.

"I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm incapable of behaving myself."

"That's bad."

Caesar slipped his hand under her T-shirt again. "All good things must come to an end but bad things last forever. Like me."

He drew her close and took possession of her lips.

"Do you believe in ghosts, Caesar?"

Caesar raised his eyebrows. There was nothing he wouldn't hear today. Here they were lying spent and spread-eagled after an explosive encounter and she was asking him whether he believed in ghosts!

"Well that is still a hot debate in my mind."

"I do."

"Oh. Have you seen any?"

"There's one that has been haunting me for months now."

"Any idea who it might be?"

"Yes. My twin sister Venus."

Caesar felt a chill. So she did have a twin sister as Isabelle had said. Or had a twin sister.

"You're a twin?"

"I was. Venus died mysteriously about a year ago. She has been haunting me ever since."

"Do you know how she…er….died?"

"Someone raped and stabbed her and dumped her in the marshes. An old farmer said he saw someone dump the body but ran away so the person wouldn't see him. Crocodiles finished her off. No one ever saw her remains."

Caesar was spooked by the way she was recounting the gory incident in a matter of fact tone of voice. Her eyes burned as she talked.

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"That's horrible. Only God knows what you must have gone though."

"Yes only God knows. Now she keeps appearing to me. Sometimes I catch her in the street watching me and if I call her she would walk away. If I run after her she would vanish round a corner. There are times I even see her in the shadows at night. She watches my every move."

"Gosh, I think you are scaring me. Aren't you scared?"

"Yes I am but I'm now used to it. In fact I think she's out there watching right now."

"Right now?"

"Right now."

"Well, well" he sat up uncomfortably "Do you mind I go to the kitchen and get myself a glass of water. I'm feeling rather thirsty."

She yawned.

"Go ahead. I need to sleep."

Caesar left her and without bothering to put anything on went into the kitchen, he opened the fridge, and brought out the jug in the fridge. Pouring it into a cup, he sipped the water and looked round the room. A neat, well-equipped kitchen just like Belle's. They must have a lot of things in common, he thought.

He looked for a set of knives. There was none in sight. He remembered the name on the receipt. Vera Ixan. Was Ixan her surname? He should ask her.

He strolled into the living room and saw the photo album still on the table. He opened it and fished out the photograph he wanted. He went back to find the bedroom light on. Vera sitting up in bed, absent mindedly peeling an orange. He quickly picked up his trousers from the floor and slipped the photo into the back pocket. When she put the knife down his eyes suddenly widened and his heart began to beat faster. She saw him staring at her.

"What's the problem, Caesar?" she asked softly.

"Where did you get that?" he asked pointing at her chest.

She looked down.

"Oh that. I got that in high school Haven't you seen a tattoo before?"

" I have. I have seen one exactly like that. What does it signify?"

"Nothing. Just being cool." She resumed her peeling. However he noticed that her hands were not that steady anymore.

" I see." He remembered he wanted to ask her her surname, "By the way…"

"Ow!" she squealed "I've cut my finger!"

Caesar rushed over to her side. He held her hand and looked at the finger.

Her forefinger was bleeding.

"It's hurting me" she complained.

"You should avoid peeling oranges" he scolded, "I'm not such a fan of them myself."

Caesar put the finger into his mouth and began to suck the blood.

"What are you doing?" she demanded in horror.

Caesar mumbled something and continued. Later he raised his head. "See, it's stopped bleeding."

"You're a vampire" she said scowling, You've sucked my blood."

"You're a witch. You bewitched me."

They both laughed. Then they started all over again. As Caesar left her flat that night he felt eyes watching him from the shadows.