Faline

Not even sure how I meant it, but I'm pretty sure I didn't want it to go any further. I don't pull away abruptly and make it known it's not a romantic kiss by not having any noise with it. When I do pull away, he's looking at me with longing that makes my heart wrench. I like to think of myself as someone who will help anyone who needs it...within reason of course.

Seeing someone who thinks he wants me as much as he does, is both flattering and very scary. Especially since it has taken my family from me. My life. And I have no one to blame but myself. If I hadn't talked to him at all about my homelife, things may have been different. Nicolaus has always seen my sister as the biggest threat between me and him, and still does.

That clinginess and fast jealousy... He needs someone, but it isn't me.

Since it's my mess, I need to deal with it. One way or another I'll more than likely end up dead anyway. From him holding on too tight to finding out I've been with the Lady of the house. He may not be able to touch her, but he's shown multiple times that he can and will beat me down quite willingly.

Then there's mine and his dogs constant fighting, I don't see that ever ending. Not to mention if he sees me near a male and takes it the wrong way, like he did with Orion. Only has himself to blame for the Mistress coming at me, but he won't see it that way.

He brought me here, he let her feed from me. Now I'm sleeping with her behind his back and she said so herself that my blood is addicting. That right there is probably a big reason for me to be killed.

The biggest reason there being, if you're addicted to something, are you going to stand by as someone else tries to take it from you? From what I know about junkies, it doesn't work that way. Things go bad very quickly.

Realizing I've been staring at him, and he at me, I look away. My hands fall away as he sits up and moves closer. My near constant fear rises as he leans in for a kiss, heart pounding so loud he has to hear it.

Having looked down and away, I miss the person coming in, my head throbbing along with my heart. As soon as I look up though, his lips are on mine and demanding entrance. With the direction, I don't see who comes in, and with having to open or bruise, my attention is elsewhere anyway. His hand goes to the back of my head and holds me there.

I open, but I make him bleed for it. Both tongue and lip get bitten, but he doesn't seem to mind as he smiles against my mouth, licking at his blood on my lip. I growl at him, but that just gets my hair grabbed and yanked back.

My outcry is smothered as he descends on me again. Hands go to his chest and thrust hard, barely making him rock back, but it's enough that I can fall off the edge of the couch. Surprisingly, he lets go of my hair and just sits there with a smirk, licking the blood from his face.

"I think you should go to Madaline, think she'll like your attention more, seeing as how she was turned and trained the same as you."

That rocks him back, wiping the expression from his face. Everything on it disappears much like it had the last time I brought up how he was made.

"If you're done delaying your Kitten, she has work to get to."

His head shakes hard, a hand reaching out to me. I allow it if only for the lost expression and sad eyes. The large hand cupping my cheek is cold, orange slit gaze looking at me as if he wants to say something, but can't.

Again, just like last time, he gets up and leaves. Not even a look to the Lady who's in the hallway talking to Avina. Crossing my legs once more there on the floor, I bury my face in my hands and lean down as far as my body will let me.

Not sure how long I'm there for, my emotions all over the place. A touch to my shoulder from the first friend I'd made here has me raising my head, her face carefully blank as she helps me up and leads me into another just as crazy Vampire's room.

"My Lady has been called away for a moment, but will be with you shortly."

I nod absently as she leaves, closing the door. Tired of being human, I strip, toss the clothes onto a chair without even bothering to fold them, then shift and go up onto the windowsill immediately. The sun must be up, as the glass is cold, but warm in some spots. I rub up on the warm spots, leaving my scent as well as all the collected leafy smells. They actually don't smell that bad, so I'm not worried about it.

Just to be annoying since I'm made to wait, I go about rubbing on everything, and I mean everything. Chair legs, the cushions in them, couch front and back, all along her books, the small coffee table like thing, and all over her desk. The top of it, around it, even under it once I get the chair out of my way. Could probably take this time to snoop in drawers, but that would show me as not being trustworthy. I'm probably not, but no one needs to know that.

The woman should probably be glad that Vamp animals don't have the natural marking system. Pretty sure this whole house would reek then. It would be from all the other animals here too, but they're so submissive, any urine from them is from fear, not to claim.

I even go around and rub on the carpet, dragging and pushing myself against it. Knowing for sure that a couple of the glands are on the underside of my jaws. I sink into my cat so I don't have to think about the hard stuff, then end up reminding myself of old Garfield comics where he's face down into the floor while walking forward.

With everything within reach 'perfumed' in here, I move to her bedroom since the door is open. The room itself is rather large, huge orgy-sized bed at the far end with flooring on that side raised up a few steps. Small end tables are set everywhere with sculptures on them, walls covered in paintings, most either animal in nature, or naked people. Not in a gaudy way like a porn store, these naked people are all done artfully.

Enticing, but not slutty. Her bed of course, even with being slightly rounded, has four posts at each corner. Rings, chains, and silks hang all around.

Plan on avoiding that stuff totally. She may be introducing pleasing pain, but I cannot be chained to a bed again, I will go insane. With that in mind, I rub scent on all the other stuff and ignore it completely. Not like my smells aren't on it already anyway.

Several large mirrors and a few fancy dressers, 'armoires', get rubbed on. Same with the bathroom and closet doors. I'm guessing it's a closet anyway, never seen it opened.

Carpet, walls, and even free-standing metal shapes that are apparently art. I sit in front of one and stare at it, even tilting my head one way then the other, but I still can't figure out what it's supposed to be. It's like that giant red one near Sinnissippi, that when you see it you know you're about to enter Loves Park. Huge, eye-catching, yet not a clue what it is. Don't even think my sister, who is an artist, knows what the hell it is.

This one's a real shiny gray metal, so after licking foot pads till they're nice and wet, I put a paw print on it that's quite visible, obvious, and smudge-happy.

There. Now it's art.

Wish I had some paint for the mirrors. I've only seen ones this big in large changing rooms at stores and fun houses. It does allow me to really see myself fully though.

Smallish and leopard looking, short rounded ears, and a big pink nose. Tawny fur with white undersides, black spots, and stripes. I'm only around two feet tall at my shoulder and roughly three feet long.

Not very big, but not very small either. The only ones I've seen around my size are Kerry's serval, who was mostly leg, and Madaline's lynx, who was all feet and fluff. Lady as her leopard and Nicolaus as his cougar are over twice my size.

Even as a damn Vampire cat I'm small, I get jipped on height all around. Think I like it that way though, means when I need to I can hide in smaller spots. Harder to grab. I may be a 'top predator' now, but that doesn't mean I don't have to watch my back. Madaline alone proves that one. And to think, all the scary Vamps I've met so far and I have yet to meet the 'Master'.

With my mouth, that probably won't be a very good meeting, let alone being with two fugitives. Can I claim diplomatic immunity? Is that a thing in the Vampire political system? All sounds confusing as hell to me.

I trace the markings on my face with my gaze, where a darker shaded short muzzle has black spots showing where whiskers are coming from and a white chin. Eyes are traced in white with two black stripes going out to my cheeks on either side, a single thinner black stripe goes from just above each eye to reach back behind my ears where they bleed into other markings. Smaller spots dot the middle of my face between the top lines and glass-like bright gold orbs that look almost fake on my face. Like a stuffed animal's eyes. Marbles.

Looking too long into a mirror with cat vision is a bit disorientating, so I turn and go back out to the office. What does one do when there's nothing else to do? Well, there's plenty of things I could do, but opposable thumbs would help for those. Taking a perusal of book titles that I can see and reach, none look interesting.

Sighing, I jump onto the desktop, batting the remote towards the outer corner that faces towards the double doors. Situating it just right, I lay on top of it. Here's to hoping I don't push the button to open the window shade thingies.

Folding my legs under me, plastic rectangle hidden completely, I face the door and start dozing. People always seem to show up when I'm trying to sleep, so I figure in trying, she'll finally get in here. Sooner she tells me what she wants, the sooner I can get back to the kitchen and be bored there.

Least down there, people are relatively aplenty to talk to. Not to mention whenever I get into trouble it's in there, and that always works as a boredom killer. Plenty of space to move around in, too.

Sure enough, I'm just about asleep when the door opens.