Secrets

Chapter 2

       "Being prepared to die is one of the great secrets of living.” George Lincoln Rockwell

With a deep queasiness in my stomach I watched as Lord Porky crammed anything and everything into his mouth. If the table cloth wasn’t pinned down I think he would have eaten it along with the plates and silver wear. I could even see a look of disgust on Damon's face hidden by a bright friendly smile. As the other started to devour another Turkeyleg, my eyes ventured away from the slob and across the rather long dining room.

The room was shaped in a long rectangle in order to fit the long rectangular table that could fit up to twenty people, eighteen on each side and two at the ends. The walls were covered in red and gold pinstripe wallpaper and a few large very expensive gold framed pictures. A long thin chain held the large candle lit crystal chandelier from the red ceiling. The ceiling it's self was painted red with cupids angels resting on clouds painted clustered together around the chain.

 My attention was quickly snapped back to the porker as he patted his greasy food covered hand against his stuffed belly and belched loud enough for it to echo though the room. "Your meals are amazing as ever Cecilia," he said with a delighted smile.

"Ah I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Now, down to business Lord Roxton." I cleared my throat and forced a smile as I placed the cloth napkin from my lap onto the table."It has come to my attention that you’re pricing for our products are way higher than we originally planned," as I spoke Sir Fats A-lot rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth before looking at me with a careless smile.

“Now my lady I don't understand why you price such good quality items so cheap. I mean you can't be making such a profit from little toys that are going to the daughters of bastards and the sons of whores," he chuckled while fiddling with the Turkeybone.

My blood started to boil as I clenched my hands into fists and held my breath. I hated when people talked like that. We don't choose who our parents are. It's not their fault their parents chose the path they travel. I felt Damon's eyes focus on me causing me to calm down.

"My Lord..." I managed to get out without screaming, “Our toys are meant for everyone, poor and rich. We do not judge a person on their race, beliefs, or status and neither will the people we work with. As of today you are fired from the company along with all your corrupt members. And I swear on my soul if I see you near anything that even slightly belongs to me you will regret It." my words got stronger louder. I could see the others face grow red in angry and for a moment he looked like a cherry about to burst.

" H-How dare you speak to me in such away you insolent child!" he stuttered shooting up from his chair, sending in falling backwards to the ground, as he stood in a slouched position. His belly jiggled as he tried catching his breath “Your nothing but a filthy, dirt covered, snot oozing, brat that only deserves the life of a wretched tramp." Every vein in his forehead and neck popped and pulsed the angrier he got. With a smirk I stood and dusted my dress off, Damon having already pulled my chair back so I could move away from the table. “Now now my Lord, that's no way of speaking to a young woman," Damon said smiling as he stood beside me.

So this is the real side of the man who always acted with such respect and pride in front of the public. He's nothing but a glutinous pig who wanted everything he can get his fat fingers around, I thought to myself sighing.

“I can talk to you as I please. I see you not as a proper, loving, and giving man you pretend to be to the public. But I see you as the greedy fat pig you are," I smiled as I walked closer to him, unbuttoning the collar of my dress stopping before it reached my cleavage. “Cause you see... I'm not like you. I'm not some money crazed bastard, no...I'm far much better then you. Cause I have put both my heart and soul into my works.." with this Damon smirked and with some slow draw of my hands I opened up the top of my dress revealing what wasn't there ten years ago at the beginning of that fateful night. Engraved into my upper chest was a black pentagram, but it was only half way encircled by the strange symbols. “I-It's true... Y-You are a...a... A Monster!" He screamed as he pointed to me then looked at Damon who was making his way closer. “Stay away! D-Don’t get near me you... you Beast!"

As the sun set over McClain Manor peace was once again restored. With a loud yawn I slouched back in the leather office chair rubbing at the bags that had starter to form under my eyes. “Damon have you prepared my night cloths?" I asked and sluggishly stood up and headed to the master bedroom dragging my feet.

 ”Of course young Miss. Shall I undress you?" he asked as he ushered me to my room.

“No no...I'm a big girl you know I can take care of myself," I replied waving him away.

With a nod Damon moved out of my path and closed the door behind him as I entered the empty feeling room. With a groan I collapsed onto the bed and closed my eyes. Before I could even take off my shoes or take the ribbons from my hair I drifted off. What was tomorrow going to bring? Another greedy Lord stealing from the people or maybe something even more exciting...