I’m not above begging for my life and maybe that’s what it would take. I spit out a mouth full of blood and then pouted my lips at it. “Oh kitty,” I pleaded as I noticed it advancing again. Have since I was three, blamed many a skinned knee on them too. I wish I could muck it up as a delusional moment from the gaping claw marks at my stomach, but it really wasn’t the first time I’d spoken to a wall. Mostly it was probably my insane ramblings to an inanimate object that seemed to baffle even this wild animal. It did what nothing else had done at least. “…and if you don’t buy that, I’m definitely too young to die.” “Now would be a good time to bash the tiger in the head. I was starting to get dizzy from the blood loss. “Wall,” I cried up to it in a pitifully weak voice. I turned my head sideways and with a bloody hand, I petted the bricks soothingly, coaxingly. Making anyone’s existence meaningful deserves a life saving experience at least once, but the wall remained motionless. If they hadn’t been in my way I wouldn’t have run into them, therefore making their existence meaningful. That it would come alive and save me for all the times I’ve run into them. The scrape of the bricks against my back normally would have bothered me, but at that time I was really hoping the wall would come alive. When I noticed the tiger advancing on me again I quickly scooted back against the brick wall next to a green dumpster. On the up side, I knew if I did throw up I would at least get another taste of that succulent steak. Chunks of vomit filled my throat and I broke out into a cold sweat trying to deal with the pain and hold it down. Nausea washed over me as I clutched my stomach, hoping to stop the bleeding and possibly ward off the sharp debilitating pains that shot through me. The difference is those ‘human’ eyes belonged to a tiger that was about to have a rather boney lunch. Eyes that reminded me of that moment before the sun rises, just when the skies is such a pure blue it could almost bring you to tears at the beauty. I swear the tiger chuckled and for some reason it reminded me of a man with the bluest eyes one could ever imagine. Clutching my stomach I voiced my opinion, letting it know that it really ought naught to be playing with me. Explaining it wasn’t proper to play with food. The sharp hot pain sliced through my gut and I felt wet blood trickling down my ruined cat suit.įor some odd reason I had a feeling that the tiger was holding back, like it didn’t want to kill me, it just wanted to play with me. “Hello kitty.”Īt least my mind was telling me to try and move my body, but it wasn’t enough of a fight flight response to get away because after the word ‘kitty’ left my mouth the tiger pounced on me. I swallowed and poked myself in the thigh to get it to shift backwards. Of course not because calling for help would’ve been the smart thing to do, instead I taunted the beast. Stopping my tracks, I turned slowly to see a tiger. I was lost in my thoughts, but not too lost to ignore the deep warning growl in the middle of the alley. I mean they’re pretty and everything, but me driving them is a whole other story. I couldn’t very well park in the parking lot it had been way too crowded. Nodding to the blond beauty at the door with a bow and arrow tattoo, I walked towards the alley where I’d parked my car, hoping I hadn’t gotten a ticket. Honestly, could I have said anything dorkier? It was the last sentence I’d spoken to that group of gorgeous men and it wouldn’t seem to leave my mind. “It’s been spiffy talking with you, but I have a job to get to.” That’s right, I said it! Shifting animals…Cats! I mean it was really gushing red blood and sliced skin with yellow chunks of fat, tissue, and…painful stuff!Ĭurrently, I’m in a part of Sanctuary that caters to shifting animals when they get hurt, and just got patched up myself by the delicious, personal Sanctuary Veterinarian. I’m not taking a note out of Harry Potter when I say bloody either. The night had gone on without anything else strange happening, until I decided to leave, then all bloody hell broke loose. Any requests on who she should have a spark with? I was thinking Savitar. I used a sub genre of romance, but hadn’t planned on doing anything with it. Anyhow, I’ve decided to continue, obviously, but the problem is I’ve written everything that I had planned for this story, which is one of the reasons for the long wait in an update. If this chapter isn't up to par it's because I wasn't drinking, just so you know. I must’ve been drunk or something when I was writing this. I’d done everything I planned, but after two reviewers (at ff.net) requested I didn’t stop writing I decided to reread what I had written and, I’ve got to say, my sense of humor is strange. Originally this was supposed to end three chapters ago.
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