Faline

For the next couple of days I stay in feline form, Nicolaus spends some of that time with me as his huge cat. The 'Mistress' of the house and Anthony spend a lot of time together, the wolf is starting to look a little worse for wear. I occasionally make things worse for him by darting out of the room and exploring some of the house before he gets a hold of me.

I'm beginning to think he lets me out on purpose just so he has time with Nicolaus. Fine by me, although the one time I got out and he hunted me down in his wolf form is not an experience I care to repeat. I've counted at least fourteen of the 'slaves' around this massive house.

I haven't been everywhere, it's a really, really big place, so there could be more. I had found a solarium on one of my excursions, I think it's more for the humans than the Vamps. Today I plan on trying something a little different.

Throughout the past couple of days, I've felt something touching at my mind, butterfly wings beating out a staccato in my brain. Small touches that feel like someone is reaching for me, but it never gets very far, only giving me an image or feeling every now and then. Nothing sticks with me to tell me what it is, so I let it go.

My biggest worry now is my thirst. It's really starting to beat at me, unable to keep it down as long as I could even a day before. I really don't want to go human, but if I don't soon, I'm afraid I'll attack one of the submissive people roaming around.

I need to try and lure one to me while I'm out. With Anthony dragging his heels to get a hold of me, it gives me some time to get around. He usually has to have Nicolaus grab when he does corner me because I won't let him near enough to do so.

I've torn him up several times, and I'm rather proud of that actually. After the first few times, he stopped trying to snag me. Thankfully, because I do not want to be tossed into any more walls from him trying to detach me from his body parts.

Today I'm going to try something different with Nicolaus. He keeps trying to tempt me into human form, but I stubbornly stay static. Him getting angry with me is when he turns to his cat, bullying me with his size and teeth. Since I don't know day from night in here, my naps are spent with him wrapped around me. As both human and his freakishly huge cat.

Right now, for example, we're on the couch again, only this time the position is different. The last few times that he's made me sleep with him, he wants me on his chest, my body laying the length of his as he lays on his back. After the first time when he threatened to damn near crush my ribs holding me to him, I just go with it. Better to pick one's battles, right?

I lift my head to find him already awake, the movement drawing his strange orange slit eyes to me. They've become normal to me now, just like I hardly see the thin scar running from above his left eye to his left ear anymore. Yawning and wiggling to let him know I want down, the arms wrapped around me loosen and fall away. Jumping off the couch and walking a few steps before I stretch, his eyes are on me the whole time.

His constant need to be around me means I'm pretty safe from everything else, but it also means I have no damn privacy. When we'd woken from that first time on the couch, he dragged me into the large shower that seems to be in just about every room. Something about waking up with fireplace soot in his nose.

Not my fault, he's the one who stuffed his face into my chest to go to sleep. In the walk-in shower, he had all the spigots turned on. Didn't have to hold me in there, I wanted it off as well.

The rub down he gave me with some smelly soap however, was not something I cared for. He also took that chance to look at the wounds I had. They were healed, not even scars to show for 'em.

I walk around for a little bit, working out my limbs, then go back to him. Sometimes he wears pants, but most times he's as naked as a jaybird.

Side-note, what the heck's a jaybird?

I shake my head hard. Today I get lucky as he tugs on a pair of jeans, so I sit there and watch. Annoyingly, he has a good looking body, good looking face too, it's just everything else that are big nopes.

The Vampire pulls them up to his hips but leaves them open. Think I should reiterate here that I like 'most' of his body. His junk I do not care for and avoid as much as I can. He's tucked himself into the material, not that it does much good when the jeans are so low-cut to begin with.

He looks at me, so I roll my eyes at him which causes him to smile so wide his fangs show. Steeling my spine, I walk towards him, tail up and rub along one of his legs, then go to the door and scratch at the frame. Looking back at him to see if he catches what I want, his smile has gone down a few notches as he raises an eyebrow skeptically.

This is the first time I've touched him like that and scratched at the door. I meow at him and try that whole Puss in Boots thing with the big eyes. Not sure if I manage it, but he does do up a few buttons on his jeans.

"Not sure I want to let you out there, you always manage to get into trouble. Anthony's and the Mistress' complaints are tiresome."

I rub on his leg again, weaving between them, then back to scratch at the door. This circuit is made twice more while he thinks about it.

"You will stay at my side. I should probably get a collar and chain, but I want to trust you. You try running off and there will be hell to pay, for this time I will punish you."

I nod my head, scratching at the door again, feel like a damn dog by this point. Nicolaus opens the door slowly, seeming to wait for me to dart out. I stay at his side, even sit down next to his legs. I look up and make a small mewling sound. Or that's what I try doing, I'm not used to all the sounds I make yet.

He nods his head and walks out while I stay right by his side. A small smile touches his lips when we reach the railing. I poke my head through the spokes and look down, we're on the third floor, where I want to go is on the bottom. Not wanting to chance him thinking I'm running, I push at his legs, taking him to the staircase leading down.

"Haven't you already looked for all the exits below?"

I chuff and keep pushing, stopping when at the top step. I go forward a couple of steps then turn my head to show him I'm waiting on him. Following me, he stays a step behind the whole way down. At the bottom, I wait till he's at my side again before leading him through the bottom floor to the room I want.

We go by one of the people I've dubbed as 'submissives', on their knees next to a door with hands facing up on their thighs. A thinly built man, I have yet to figure out what it means when they're like that at random doors. His head stays down as we go by. A couple of hallways and turns later we reach the clouded glass door to the solarium.

I had found it my last time out, but didn't have a chance to get more than a passing glance. What Vampires would want with a sunroom is beyond me, but there looks to be lots of plants inside. Padding up to the door, I rub on it, and in doing so sparks a memory in my brain that some smells that I'd been catching throughout the house are markings. Scent markings.

I don't let that bother me, I just want into the room. Meowing at my trailing dead man so he'll open the door, I look over to him to find him standing there with his arms crossed, looking at the room, then to me in amusement. With his hip cocked, he smirks at me.

Really hate that look, so I go back to him, nip his thigh and go back to the door. Trying to purr as I rub on it again. The deepness of the sound startles me. Whatever kind of cat I am carries some serious bass within it. I think it startles him too as he pulls the tie from his hair, letting it down.

He shakes it out, looking over at me once more before reaching for the door. Hopefully, it isn't locked, that would really suck. The red hair streaks catch my eye, and I have to pull my gaze away from them. Thankfully, I don't think he notices. The door opens and I mew happily while making my way past the opening.

Stopping abruptly right inside as I look in awe at all the shrubbery, the room is done up to look like you're standing in the middle of some faraway jungle. Not only with trees but the dirt ground cover, plants growing everywhere and mounds of rocks. I can't even see the ceiling of what has to be a very, very large room.

My heart thumps wildly as I take it all in. The sound of the door closing is totally not heard as I breathe in deeply. Smells are everywhere, thick, a few bordering on cloying. I have no idea what scent goes to what, and right now I don't care.

I stand there awestruck for at least a few minutes, forgetting all about the Vampire with me. Feet carry me forward slowly, then get nudged to the side. A look over shows that Nicolaus as well is in his feline form. Orange eyes glitter at me, but I can't help the jitters that fill me.

The trees are thick enough to climb while wide branches reach out in multiple directions. No longer able to stay still, I take off into the foliage. Not going fast by any means, just trying to take it all in at once. My Vampire stays at my side like some kind of silent sentinel.

I spend at least an hour exploring to my heart's content, then Nicolaus starts in with his molesting. Constantly trying to rub against me, but he's so much bigger and heavier that I end up getting knocked over. Being over twice the length of me and at least a foot and a half taller, he's no small pussycat. He finally corners me in a cluster of rocks with a small pool.

I take a small lick at the water, if for nothing else just to get away from the amorous cat. The water is warm and wets my tongue, but that's all. No need to keep drinking because my body doesn't need it. I mourn that for a moment, and a moment is all I'm given before I'm tugged away.

Growling lightly as the puma pulls at my tail, he gets my attention just as he nudges me over. I roll back to my belly, but stay down, tail tucking into my body as he lays down as well, me between his stretched out front legs. I try to move and reposition, but he has none of it, draping a heavy leg over me.

What happens next has my brain flashing on scenes of the movie 'The Lion King', as the cougar's long tongue licks up my face and shoulders. The indignity of it courses through the human part of my brain, but the cat half is enjoying it. Just like poor the lion cub in the movie, I try to creep away, but get pulled back or pressed down.

With his feet being about the size of my head, I heed them for now. He steadily makes his way down my body, even trying to nose me over so he can get my belly, but that I lay my ears back to. He growls back at me but gives me that small defiance without punishment. Or, too much punishment rather, as I start feeling more teeth than tongue.

With all the other scents around me, I can't tell if my fur now smells like Vamp breath, which is probably a good thing. Nicolaus nips at my hip to get my attention, and when I turn to look at him, his headbutt collides with the side of my face. I chirp at him in annoyance, but he continues on with rubbing his big head into my neck and face.

I pick up the odor from his scent glands as he rubs it all over me. Not an awful smell to my cat's nose, but the marking of ownership is highly disturbing. The tawny mountain lion keeps this up for another half hour before he finally lets me up. I start heading to the pool, intending to wash it all off, but he snarls at me.

Sniffing indignantly and turning away, we walk around for a while, me following him. Before too long I start picking up on the things he's doing and start doing the same. Another couple of hours go by as he shows me how to Cat. The pouncing I get down real fast, the stalking takes awhile; I move too much.

After both of us jump down from a rocky ledge, I see his ears flick, head rising. Turning and trotting away, I follow. My trot being a little faster to keep up with his longer stride. A few minutes later we come up on the small cleared area in front of the door we came in through.

Anthony stands there, a glint and sneer on his face as he looks at me. I narrow my eyes at him, the only time he ever makes faces like that, something's up and it doesn't bode well for me. Nicolaus goes up to him and headbutts his dog's leg, I stay within the tree line.

The Werewolf drops his hands into the big cat's short fur, rubbing their foreheads together as he kneels down. Never having seen this before, I take note. Few minutes go by of them rubbing on each other before Nicolaus steps back and shifts back into his human skin. I crouch in the foliage, hoping they'll forget about me.

"The business you called for has arrived. He's up front waiting for you."

My ears perk forward, the wolfs sneer at me returning as he talks about this 'business'. Never heard it referred to as a he before though. Nicolaus reaches down and scoops up his pants, pulling them on and doing up a couple of buttons again. Hands go through his hair as he pulls it back and up.

Never realized before that the hair tie he uses is always around his wrist when he takes it off. I think back, and sure enough its always around his cat's leg. Interesting.

"Good, I've been waiting long enough for him. Supposedly coming highly recommended, he sure takes his sweet ass time."

"He mentioned when I met with him that he took some time to scout since it's a full moon. I hadn't thought about it myself till he mentioned it, so the next few upcoming nights, as per usual, won't find me really useful."

His eye flicks to me as he says the next.

"Unless there are...other things you want me for. The Mistress is fun, but she isn't you."

He licks his lips as he runs a thumb over Nicolaus' cheek and mouth. Brown eye having moved back to look at the Vampire's lips, he dips forward to capture them. I tilt my head as I watch them, undead hands coming up to cup the Were's face.

It is interesting to watch, I admit. However when Anthony's hands start wandering south and the kiss turns deeper, I shift my eyes away. Private moments are meant to be just that, private. Don't think the dog knows what that means. Come to think of it, neither one of them do.

From the corner of my eye I can see Anthony has slipped his hand behind buttons, Nicolaus does his own heavy petting as his hands go to the wolf's ass to pull him closer. I'm about to slip away when the slightly taller one breaks away from the kiss, but keeps a hold of Anthony's rear end.

"Let's go meet this wolf that has gotten you so hot and riled."

He turns then, finding me instantly. His orange eyes soften then glint, his mouth going into a small, secret smile as if he knows something I don't.

"Can I leave you here without you getting into any trouble?"

Was he stupid? Anthony scowls hard at me, so I let out a meow and yawn. Small sharp teeth bare at the dog in warning, the act is continued by raising a paw and licking my foot. Nicolaus nods slowly, but gives me a long look, as if he knows I'd been acting throughout the day. By his look, he clearly knows that I'm up to something.