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ature was watching her now； its head cocked to one side。 She kept talking； telling it how fine it looked； while tentatively reaching around to find a branch large enough to carry her weight； so that she could pull herself to her feet。 The creature shook its tail； the feathers hissing as they rubbed against one another。 The iridescent eyes in their turquoise setting shimmered。
And then； without warning； it was on her。 It moved so suddenly she didn't have a chance to clamber out of its way。 She fell back into the blossoms for a second time； and before she could raise her arms to ward it off； the peacock came down against her body； trapping her。
She felt its erection against her body； and its wizened hands clawing at her breasts。 Its beak snapped above her face； threatening her eyes。
For a moment she lay still； afraid of what it would do to her if she resisted it。 But then it began to thrust its hips against her； and a spasm of revulsion overcame her better judgment。 She reached up and caught hold of the thing's neck； just below the head； her fingers digging deep into its blotchy； corrugated flesh。 Even so； it continued to grind its body against her。 She raised her other hand to join the first； and started to strangle the thing。 Still it pumped on； as though so stupefied with lust it was indifferent to its own jeopardy。 She pressed hard on its throat； dosing off its windpipe。 Its grindings continued unabated。 She pressed harder； and harder still。 Then it seemed to reach a point of no return； and a series of shudders passed through its body。 She felt something wet spurting on her belly； where its rhythms had pushed up the rags of her blouse。
〃Oh God。；〃 she said； 〃You filthy； dirty…〃
Its climax over； it belatedly seemed to realize that it couldn't breathe and started to thrash about。 Its claws raked her breasts； which stung like fury； but she refused to let go of its scrawny throat。 If she gave it an inch it would surely kill her。 Her only hope was to dig deep and hold on until the thing lost consciousness。
But it was easier said than done。 The bird's orgasm hadn't exhausted its energies。 It thrashed maniacally； beating its stunted wings against the blossoms； so that a blizzard of pink petals came down upon them like confetti。 Tammy kept her teeth and her hands locked together； while the would…be rapist's panic became a frenzy。 It was making ghastly； guttural noises now； its mottled tongue sticking straight out of its mouth。 Spittle fell on her upturned face； stinging her eyes。 She closed them； and kept on clutching； while the peacock clawed and flapped and thrashed。
The struggle had already gone on for three or four minutes； and her strength was giving out。 The pain from her scratched breasts was excruciating； and her hands were numb。 But by degrees the bird's rallies lessened。 She didn't relax her grip on it however； suspicious that if she did so； it would recover itself somehow and renew its attack。 She held on to its silken throat while its wings slowed their moronic flapping。 She opened her eyes。 The expression on the creature's face suggested that it was close to death。 It's tongue lolled against its lower beak。 Its gaze was unfocused。 Most telling of all； its glorious tail had drooped to the dirt。
Still she held on； pressing her thumbs hard against its windpipe until every last twitch had gone out of it。 Only then did she let go； not with both hands； but with one； and started to pull herself up from beneath the body of the creature。 She felt its semen cold on her belly； and her own blood hot on her breasts。 A fresh wave of repugnance passed through her。 But she had survived； that was the point。 This creature had done its worst； and she'd overe it。 Grabbing hold of a branch she pulled herself to her feet。 The peacock hung from her hand； its body sprawled on a bed of fallen blossoms。 A spasmodic rattle passed through its gleaming tail feathers； but that was the last of it。
She let it go。 It dropped to the ground； its head resembling some absurd little sock puppet that its owner had abandoned in the grass； the rest of its body a grotesque amalgam of forms。
〃I killed you。。。〃 Tammy said softly。 〃You sonofabitch。〃 She lifted her gaze and surveyed the bushes around her。 All this had been witnessed； she knew； the creatures that shared this beast's grotesque tribe were all out there in the twilight； watching their battle。 She could not see those who were scrutinizing her； not even the gleam of a tooth or eye； but she knew they must be thinking twice about attacking her。 On the other hand； she was seriously weakened。 If they were to launch such an assault she would be lost； her energies were all but spent。
She looked down at her bosom。 Her blouse was in rags and her skin had been deeply scored by the freak's claws。 She touched the wounds。 They stung； but the blood would soon start to clot。 She wasn't a bleeder； luckily。 But she was going to need something to clean the wounds if they weren't to bee infected…God knows what kind of shit and dirt the creature had had beneath its claws…which meant finding her way； as quickly as possible； back to the house： to clean running water and fresh dressings。
But there was one other matter to deal with before she moved from this place： a bit of cleaning up that couldn't wait until she had water。 She picked up a fistful of grass； and wiped her belly； removing as best she could the remnants of the creature's semen。 It took more than one fistful to do the job； but when she had cleaned herself （and then cleaned her hands with a third portion of grass） she left the body where it lay； and went on her way。 She listened； as she went； for the sound of pursuit： the rustle of leaves； the snapping of twigs。 But she heard nothing。 Either the rest of the freakish clan had decided she was too dangerous to pursue； given that she'd just slaughtered one of their more fearsome members； or else the game of pursuit no longer amused them and they'd gone back to whatever crimes they mitted in the stinking darkness。 Tammy didn't much care。
As long as they left her alone； she thought； they could do what the hell they liked。
THREE
〃Tell me about all the stuff in the guest…house；〃 Todd asked Katya as they walked。 〃Where does it all e from？〃
〃The large tapestry in the living room was made for The Sorrows of Frederick； which was a terrible picture； but the designs were magnificent。 The castle they made for the banquet scene！ You never saw anything so grand in your life。 And all the Egyptian stuff was from Nefertiti。〃
〃You played Nefertiti？〃
〃No； Theda Bara played Nefertiti； because the front office said she was a bigger star than I was。 I played her handmaiden。 I didn't mind that much because in my mind it was a better role。 Theda just vamped her way through her part。 Oh Lord； she was bad！ But I got a little chance to act。 In the end Nefertiti had my lover killed because he was in love with me not her； so I threw myself off a boat into the Nile。〃
〃And drowned？〃
〃I suppose so。 Either that or I was eaten by crocodiles。〃 She laughed。 〃I don't know。 Anyway； I got some of my best reviews for Nefertiti。 Somebody said I could have stepped right out