Damn Cat... A short story
Staring back at the green eyes that seemed to shine in the semi darkness of the bedroom, I held my breath, my heart picking up pace as I looked deep into the intelligent hateful eyes. Not daring to blink the sleep out of my eyes I waited for her to make her move.
Without warning she moved, her claw striking the back of my hand, barely missing my cheek. Letting out a cry I sat up with a curse as she bounded out, tail high in the air.
“What’s wrong?” Dean mumbled into his pillow, not bothering to open his eyes.
“Your damn cat” flicking the lamp on I examined the damage, the scratch was actually a little deeper than her normal random swipes,
“Look at this” Holding my hand up next to his face I scowled “aren’t you going to look at what your little demon did”
“It’s just a cat Mandy” opening his eyes, he squinted against the light as he tried to focus on my hand. “Wash it if you’re so worried, there are Band-Aids somewhere in the bathroom”
“Unbelievable” pushing back the covers I doubled checked the floor to make sure the hateful creature hadn’t snuck back in for another covert attack, before padding quickly to the en-suite.
Running the cut under cold water, I rummaged through the drawers.
“They are not in here” I couldn’t help the annoyance that filled my voice; Dean was the perfect guy except for two things waking up and his damn cat. Proven by the undisturbed snore he let out, already back to sleep, blissfully uncaring about the hell that his cat was making my life.
Switching on the lights I made my way to his kitchen, keeping my eyes moving around the small room. Totally paranoid about an animal no bigger than my shin I tried to laugh it off as I reached for a glass, pouring the orange juice, I didn’t have to time to sip it as I let out a small yip of surprise that escaped my lips as the cat rubbed its soft fur against bare my legs.
Her soft body vibrating with a growl as she stalked around me, her green eyes staring hatefully up at me, taking a deep steading breath I pushed at her gently with my foot.
“Now Jebe, enough of that” hating the way my voice carried my ever growing fear of her, moving past I tried to follow Dean’s advice that all she needed was a firm hand, but the feel of her claws sinking into the back of my calf proved what I had thought all along.
The damn cat hated me
“Damn it Jebe!” without thinking I planted my foot firmly under her ribs and kicked her away from me, watching with shock as she went flying into the cupboards across the room.
Holding my hand up in front of me, as she spun around her growl rising in pitch she stared at me back arching as she hissed.
Without thinking I moved, her body a black blur as I slammed the basement door closed behind me holding it closed I smiled to myself feeling the force of her body crashing into the old wood.
The sound of her frustration was eerie in the darkness of the staircase as she scratched and growled at the closed door, hitting on the light switch I shook my head as it flickered once before the globe blew. Jumping at the sound, my laughter echoed out around the wooden staircase even as I gasped to breathe.
I was trapped in a smelly old basement, besieged by a house cat.
Sitting with a loud thump I giggled even as my hands reached down to my new wound, the blood was flowing nicely, from the three perfect slices her claw had made in my calf, deeper than any house cat had the right too.
The cat was a menace in all ways, a demon that had chosen to make my life living hell from the moment that Dean had brought me back after one of our first dates. Now a year later the spiteful creature was intolerable, and to make matters worse the damn cat was winning.
There was no way Dean was going to get rid of Jebe, the evil thing had belonged to his late witch of a wife and for that reason he saw only an angel where a demon clearly stood. Pressing my ear against the door I listened out for her.
I had to get out of here; there was no way I was going to spend my Friday night sitting half naked on a dark musty stairwell. I couldn’t hear her moving on the other side anymore, maybe she had gone to claim her prize. Dean.
My heart pounding in my chest I opened the door slightly, peering through the crack, my eyes blinking against the light in the kitchen as I looked for her.
Trying not to feel like prey I moved the door open a little more, freezing like a mouse at her soft growl. Looking up from the empty floor I met her eyes, as she glared at me from her perch on top of the cupboards. Without warning the cat leapt its claws out as she spat her hatred in my face.
a shocked cry broke past my lips as my hands came up catching the raging animal, my frantic screams becoming cries of pain as her claws dug into my face, falling backwards I tried uselessly to throw her off me.
The door slamming shut as we tumbled down the wooden stairs,
Gasping for breath my whole body protesting with pain, I pushed myself up from the floor, my eyes searching uselessly in the dark for any sign of the feral animal. My heart almost leaping out of my chest, as the cat let out another soft moan of pain.
I hadn’t intended on hurting the animal I just wanted it to leave me alone, but as it moaned again her distress obvious I knew I couldn’t leave her down here, hurt maybe even dying. Dean would never forgive me.
Biting back a cry of pain as my full weight landed on my right foot I limped slowly into the basement away from the wooden stairwell, my only point of reference in the almost complete black of the room.
“Jebe, where are you?”
I had never been in Dean’s basement, so I moved slowly my hands running over the wall as I moved past, hoping for a light switch or something that would allow me to see.
Biting back the curse word as my legs ran into a sharp bench, blood immediately trickling down my thigh. Glaring at the room around me I tried to think. This was stupid I had a better chance of finding the damn thing if I went and fixed the light bulb at the top of the stairs rather than stumbling around in the dark, hurt and bleeding trying to play hero to a cat that I hated.
But even before the thought was fully finished the cat let out another low moan,
Turning my head to the side I crouched low to the floor¸ that had been close by, she couldn’t be more than a meter away.
“Here puss puss puss” not wanting to step on her I crawled over the dirt and mud ignoring my own pain as best I could as I reached out for her.
“Come on Jebe, let’s call it a truce alright girl” even as I grew closer to her distressed moans I couldn’t help the way my hand shook, expecting the claws or teeth to sink into my flesh at any moment even as my fingertipsfound her warm fur.
“there you are” the relief in my voice was genuine, now all I had to do was get her upstairs without her ripping me apart so Dean could take her to vet while I packed the few things I had gotten in the habit of leaving . I had no intention of staying another night here, Dean may be the perfect guy but he certainly wasn’t worth dying for.
Inching closer to the tense animal I gently slid my hands under her, freezing as her eyes snapped open, unable to move, I stared stunned into her green glowing eyes. A soft whispering filling my head as the cat struck her claws sinking into my wrists,
Screaming as the feminine voice grew louder, whispering becoming chanting drowning out every thought as Jebe attacked, knocking my head back into the packed dirt floor. Her soft satisfied purr the last thing I heard as sweet darkness claimed me fully.
Waking to a gentle hand in my hair, I couldn’t help the happy moan that seemed to vibrate through my whole body.
"oh my poor sweetheart"
Deans voice soft and loving as he cradled me to his chest
If it wasn't for the pain that was slowly seeping into my body I would have thought last night a dream, a horrible nasty dream
“Dean, please …” I heard myself say.
Staring up at myself I screamed, leaping away from the reach of my possessed body, my balance completely off as I tried to land on four feet instead of two. What the hell was going on?
Backing away I tumbled over Dean’s feet my new body awkward with fear as I let out a hiss of pain. This couldn’t be real…
“Look at her Mandy, She is terrified of you!”
“You don’t understand, that damn cat tried to kill me” My normal voice pleaded, desperation in every word as he used his body to shield me from her.
“You have to get rid of her!”
Careful of my injured body Dean gathered me again in the safety of his arms,
“I do” glaring over the top of my head Dean pushed past the stunned protests
“The damn cat stays”
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