#8 ~ A Rather Catty Situation

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Odessa Divine and Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 19 ~ A Twisted Kitty’s History

The Hall only contained a few early risers when Odessa entered the doors. Unfortunately for her, Marcus had risen early that morning and was eating his breakfast in his customary seat next to hers. She hesitated at the door, when he looked up and saw her. She bolted for the door, and he shot right after her. She didn’t make it far before he grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around.

Marcus’ eyes were colder than ice as he met Odessa’s eyes

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t have you sent to Azkaban,” he growled.

“I can’t. Go on, send me,” she said, looking both scared and defiant. His grip on her wrist was hurting her.

“You’re hurting me, Marcus,” she said.

“You really think I care about hurting you? You need to be hurt more than this. Tell me what happened last night, and you better make it good,” he said, his eyes narrowed.

“I’ll tell you, but not here in the hall, come back to my rooms,” she said.

“I’m not sure I want to do that,” Marcus said, “How do I know the same thing won’t happen again?”

“Because,” Odessa said, “you won’t be fucking me to an unwanted orgasm this time, that’s how you’ll know.” Odessa sighed. “I told you not to make me come, Marcus. But you didn’t listen. It’s your fault what happened, happened.”

Marcus let go of her wrist. Odessa rubbed it, trying to get the circulation going again as she looked up at the angry wizard.

“You mean I was almost killed because you busted a nut?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

“No, you were almost killed because you are an insufferable pig bastard who doesn’t stick to his agreements,” she replied angrily, “and yes, because I ‘busted a nut’ with you.”

“So you mean to tell me, you try to kill every man who gets you off?” Marcus asked her. This was too fucking incredible. This bitch gave safe sex a whole new meaning.

“Not exactly,’ she said, lowering her eyes, “Come to my rooms. We’ll eat and I’ll tell you what happened and why it happened. Then you can decide if you want to send me to Azkaban or not.”

Marcus thought about this. He really wanted to know why he almost died last night. He looked her over. She still was beautiful, but he wouldn’t stick his dick in her again for all the pussy in Persia.

“All right, let’s go,” he said, taking her firmly by the arm as if she might bolt again.

Odessa allowed Marcus to half-drag her along for a little while before snatching her arm away and telling him she was perfectly capable of walking on her own. Marcus still hooked his arm in hers anyway, ignoring her protests.

They entered the dungeon area and were walking down the hall when they met Hermione and Snape leaving for the Great Hall. Marcus gave them a suggestive grin as they passed, and waggled his eyebrows at Hermione in particular. He noticed the way both of them scowled at Odessa.

“I guess the jig is up, eh?” he said to the green-eyed witch as soon as the couple was a good distance away, “Hermione knows you want to rip her husband to shreds.”

“It wouldn’t happen with him,” Odessa said quietly.

“Why not?” Marcus asked curiously.

“Because he’s the man I’m meant to have,” she replied, “it wouldn’t happen with him.”

Marcus looked at Odessa, sure now that she was crazy as a loon, as well as dangerous. He didn’t say anything else. They arrived at Odessa’s room. She unwarded it, and walked in, followed rather cautiously by Marcus. He looked around the living room and spotted his wifebeater and pants neatly folded on the end of the couch. He sat down on it, picking up his clothes and placing them on his lap. Odessa sat on the other end of the couch, wrapping her arms around herself. She started to rock slowly.

Marcus watched her for a few moments. She didn’t stop rocking. Finally he spoke up.

“All right Odessa, start at the beginning,” he said, frowning.

She looked over at him, took a big sigh and started telling him her history.

“I grew up in Little Hangelton with my mother and uncle. My father left my mum when I was very little, and she wasn’t really right after that. My uncle came to stay with us to help out. He was a squib, so he didn’t have much going for him. A real loser. My mother was a little paranoid. Said there were bad things out in the wizarding world. This was when Voldemort was around. So rather than send me to Hogwarts, she home schooled me. She was pretty good at it, until it came to advanced transfiguration. I had to learn that on my own. At about fourteen, I discovered my form. It is a black housecat with green eyes.”

“That was no housecat that attacked me last night,” Marcus growled.

“Let me continue, Marcus,” Odessa said, her eyes dark.

Marcus shut up and listened.

“Anyway, at the age of fourteen, my uncle started changing toward me. When he’d hug me, he would slip his hands under my arms and squeeze my breasts so my mother wouldn’t see it. I didn’t like it, but he was my uncle. He started touching me a lot whenever my mum wasn’t around. Then one day she left me with him, and he was looking at me really funny. I asked my mother to go with her, but she said I couldn’t. Then I told her flat out that I didn’t want to be left alone with my uncle, that he was doing things to me.”

Odessa was rocking a bit faster now.

“Shit,” Marcus thought, knowing where this was going.

“And my mother turned to me, and yelled at me, saying, “Don’t you ever tell those kinds of lies about my brother! He’s looked after us ever since your no-good father abandoned us! You shut up, and you never say anything like that again!”

“My uncle was in the kitchen, and he heard her say that to me. And when she left, he came in the living room, and sat down on the couch and started touching me. He used to call me “Kitty” because of my animagus form. But this time he wouldn’t stop touching me, and made me touch him too. Eventually, he fucked me right there on the couch. I was fourteen. Fourteen years old and he was a grown man. He hurt me so bad. And after that, he’d do it whenever he wanted to. He’d take me places and make me suck his cock or take him in the ass…whatever he felt like doing, he did to me. He said he was getting me ready for the boys.”

“And when he’d do it, he’d say sweet things to me, tell me I was so beautiful, the most beautiful witch he’d ever seen and that’s why he had to do it, he couldn’t help himself…and I would cry, and then he’d hit and kick me in places the bruises wouldn’t show, and tell me he loved me but he’d kill me if I every tried to tell anyone. And he did this to me until I was seventeen. For three years he used me for his whore, and my mother refused to see it. I got pregnant, and she did a spell to get rid of the baby, and fucked it up so I can’t have children. She blamed me for it, said it was a punishment because I was a slut.”

“I was scared to run away. I had no place to go. So I just let it go on. One day, my uncle told my mother he was taking me to the store with him. I didn’t want to go, but my mother always made me go with him. He parked in the back of a row of old buildings and took me behind a dumpster. This time I tried to stop him, tried to get away from him, and he started beating and kicking me so hard I just gave in. But I was shaking. I hated him so much, so much. He had no right to do this to me, his own niece, his own blood for gods\' sake. I screamed that at him and he slapped me in the mouth. Everything seemed to turn red, and go slow motion. Then he took out his cock and shoved it deep into my mouth, and gagged me with it…and I felt like I was starting to transform, but it was different…the last thing I remember was him screaming. Then I was home in my bed with blood all over me, and on the windowsill, leading across the floor. There were big paw prints too.”

She looked at Marcus.

“I didn’t remember killing him, but I knew he was dead, and that he wouldn’t be doing anything to me anymore. And I went and bathed off the blood, and transformed the bloody clothes into trash and threw them in the garbage. And I scourgified up all the blood. When my mother came home screaming, I didn’t say a word. I was glad he was dead. Then some Aurors came, tracking the blood to the house and said they believed a weredog was loose in the neighborhood. They asked me if I had seen anything and I said no, I was out. And they told me we were lucky because it had been right outside my window. They never suspected me. I wasn’t a registered animagus. It would have been all right if it ended there. But it didn’t.”

“My mother went crazy after that, and they shipped her off to St. Mungo’s. She didn’t last long and died shortly after she was admitted. She used to scream she knew I had something to do with it, that I always hated my uncle, and she knew, just knew I had something to do with it. No one believed her. She stopped calling me by my name. She referred to me as ‘the dirty little slut’ all the time until she died. She was buried in the potter’s field, the house and everything in it was taken…it was all mortgaged. I didn’t have anything or anyone. I did all right on my own for a while. I stayed transformed as a cat mostly. It was easier to eat that way, and find shelter, and I didn’t need clothes. Sometimes people would feed me. But there was a lot of danger too.”

“One night, something happened and I transformed back from a cat while I was sleeping in an abandoned building. And there were derelict wizards there…and they found me sleeping naked…and they raped me. And when the third one was on me, he made me come. I didn’t want to but it happened, and when it did…the same thing that happened with my uncle happened again. The only thing was the Aurors found me naked near the bodies and covered in blood and assumed I was a victim too, since every shred of clothing was torn from the dead men and I had some marks on me. They must have tried to defend themselves.”

Odessa stopped talking and looked at Marcus, who was staring at her with a blank expression on his face. “Do I need to tell you any more?” she asked the wizard.

“Tell it all to me,” Marcus said, his voice somewhat hoarse. Odessa continued.

“When the Aurors found out I was homeless, they tried to help me. One Auror in particular, whose name was James Oglesby. He was very kind to me. Helped me find a place, a job in the ministry working in the “Tombs” and came by to check on me all the time. He was so good to me that I fell in love with him, and he told me he loved me from the moment he saw me, and well, you know…we made love. And it was beautiful. When I came, nothing happened. But then he stopped coming to see me, and I found out later he had a wife, and a family. I was angry and went to talk to him, but he didn’t want to talk to me, and got real nasty with me, finally he walked me around the back of the building and started calling me names and threatening me, and I hated him so bad…and it happened again. He was found ripped to shreds. But it was a full moon so they were looking for werewolves this time.”

“It was then I knew men were no fucking good. And I left them alone for the most part, but the way I look…they wouldn’t leave me alone. And sometimes, I would get lonely, and give in to somebody who had been pursuing me after I repeatedly told them to leave me alone, or find somebody who looked like they wouldn’t be missed, somebody who was pushy, a predator, who only wanted one thing, and I’d take them home, always telling them the same thing I told you, not to try to make me come. I could still enjoy sex without coming. I could finish myself off later. It was the contact I wanted. A dildo can only do so much. But like you, most of them wouldn’t listen…it was as if it was some kind of challenge to them. So they would keep at it, holding back until I’d come, then they’d die. I’d transform them into something else, clean up the blood and just live my life. I didn’t care…they were all pigs anyway. From my uncle, to James, to all the rest of them. Even you, Marcus. You’re a pig just like the rest of them. You saw a way to get to me, and didn’t hesitate to do it. You’re lucky you’re not dead. You would have deserved it.”

Marcus just looked at her. He really was a pig, and knew it, though he’d be a lot more careful the next time he manipulated a woman into having sex with him. “And Snape? What makes him so special?” he asked, sitting up a little.

“I read about him, what he sacrificed, what he went through. How he is. He seemed like a decent wizard. I never read any scandals about him, except one with his current wife but it died quick. The more I read about him, the more I knew he was my ideal, and my soul mate. I wanted to meet him and was working on it when he married the bitch he’s with now. A mudblood, too. She doesn’t deserve him. I love him more than anything, or anyone and I want my chance at him. And I’m going to have it before I leave Hogwarts. He’ll be safe with me, because I want him, like I wanted James before he betrayed me.”

“What if he doesn’t want you?” Marcus asked, “He seems to be really stuck on his wife.”

“He just doesn’t know he wants me,” Odessa said, an odd look in her eyes, “I’ve never had the chance to show him how much he wants me. Once he knows, he’ll leave her.”

Marcus shook his head. This witch was off the deep end. If he had known she was carrying as much baggage as the Hogwarts Express on first day, he would have never gone near her. She had as much chance of getting Snape as she had of regaining her virginity.

“So, you only transform into this thing, when you are with a man not right for you, or when you are very emotional?” he asked.

“Yes to the men. But in the emotional transformation, hate triggers it. I have to be feeling intense hatred to change outside of sex,” she replied.

“She probably hates Hermione,” Marcus thought. “Not good for her.”

Marcus fell silent. Odessa arose from the couch.

“I’m going to order some breakfast. You want something?” she asked Marcus.

He waved his hand absently. “No,” he answered, not looking at her.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, walking into the kitchen.

Marcus was in a bit of a quandary. He felt a bit sorry for Odessa, even though she had almost killed him. She needed help, not Azkaban. But she was going to end up there. She had just confessed to him she had killed quite a few men. She would have made an awesome assassin. He wanted to see her transformation. Not the thing that attacked him, but her cat form. She came back in with her usual bloody steak and biscuit, and a tall glass of pumpkin juice. She set the food on the small table near the lamp.

“Odessa, show me your animagus form,” Marcus said. Odessa looked at him.

“I’d have to get undressed,” she said, “I really don’t want to do that.”

Marcus looked at her. “Why get undressed? Just change.”

Odessa looked at him like he was crazy.

“When I change to cat form, my clothes fall off me,” she said. “It’s easier to get undressed and do it, rather than worry about what will happen to my clothes.”

Marcus looked at her. “Odessa, do you mean to tell me you’ve been taking off your clothes to transform since you were fourteen?” he asked, trying to keep from laughing. Odessa noticed this and frowned.

“Yes, why?” she asked, starting to scowl at Marcus as his shoulders shook.

He caught his breath. “Go on, just try to transform as you are,” he said, his eyes full of mirth.

“Fine, you’ll see,” she said. She transformed into a beautiful black cat. The cat gazed at Marcus. There were no clothes on the floor. Odessa transformed back, flabbergasted.

“I…I…don’t understand!” she stammered.

“Well, you didn’t have a teacher, so you probably assumed that because your clothes didn’t transform with you when you started, that they never would,” Marcus said, “But the truth is, only in the very beginning does that happen. As you become better at transforming, your clothes stay with you. It’s a magic thing.”

Odessa’s jaw dropped. She’d been stripping down for no reason for more than twelve years. Well, she knew now. Transformation would be less of a pain for sure. She picked up her plate and carried it to the couch and sat down, determined not to say another word about it. Marcus watched her tuck into the steak.

“I don’t know what to do about you, you know,” he said to her as she ate. She looked at him a moment.

“It’s up to you, Marcus,” she said.

“You’d be in Azkaban for the rest of your life. Once they find out about your other transformation, they’ll trace you back to the murders of your uncle, the Auror and the wizards in that building. The Auror alone would get you put under Azkaban. Then they’d give you veritaserum and find out about the others. You might even get executed, though they hardly do that any more. It would probably be kinder in your case.”

“I’ve thought about Death. I’m not afraid of it,” she said quietly, “sometimes it seems like it would be an easy out. I’m just not ready to go yet…there’s still Severus.”

Shit. So she was suicidal too. Man. He was getting out the middle of this one, right now. Marcus stood up.

“I’m not going to report you, Odessa. But you clearly need help…more help than I can give you. I’m just going to stay away from now on, ok? Hello in the Great Hall, hello in the hallways, that’s it. Nice knowing you.” he said, starting for the door.

“Wait a minute,” Odessa said, standing up, “You owe me some information.”

Marcus started. He had forgotten all about that.

“Yes I do,” he said, sitting back down, “Now what do you want to know about them?”

“Everything,” she said, moving to the edge of the couch, all ears.

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A/N: Wow. Odessa’s been through the wringer, eh? She’s been through some stuff. Ah well. Now, will Marcus tell Hermione she’s probably in danger? She did save his life. Ah, questions, questions. Please review.