Part
One
Xander
jumped up, the large book tumbling off his lap as he rushed to the sound of the
noise.
He
skidded to a halt as he came in front of a pile of clothes that looked
suspiciously like those that Buffy wore when she was training.
"Meow!"
"What
the?" Xander frowned, bending down
the pile of clothes,
"Ahh!!" He jumped back, landing on his ass when a
blonde kitten pounced out of the clothes.
"Meow!"
"Oh,
god!" Xander shouted as he
realised what he'd done. He dove for
her but she darted out of his grasp, slipping up the bookcase and out of a
nearby window.
"Giles
is so not gonna be happy." He
muttered.
---
The
kitten nimbly jumped down the brick wall, landing agily on her feet. She looked about, scented the air and then
took of in the direction of the scent of food.
She
sniffed the air again, her prey was getting near. She took a step into the road then jumped about a mile backwards
as a beeping car zoomed by.
She
gave a little growl, glaring after the speeding car but then caught sight of
her quarry.
Silently,
she padded across the road. The object
of her desires spotted her and scurried towards the safety of a nearby bush.
With
supernatural agility the kitten flew through the air, pouncing on the back of
the rat, her claws digging into its coarse flesh.
Her
claws ripped viciously into its flesh and the rat squeaked then went still in
her grasp.
---
Buffy-kitten
scented the air, her eyes moving slowly about the place she found herself
in. The scent of jasmine was in the
air. Jasmine and death.
But
something had drawn her here.
The
soft sound of tiny feet padding down a metallic staircase could be heard if one
listened carefully enough. Ivy had
woven its way around the metal trellis of the winding staircase and the kitten
nimberly avoided it as she came to the ground floor of the mansion.
There
wasn't a sound in the whole mansion.
But
there was a light...
Her
little nose nudged the door open slightly and trotted inside before sitting
down, unwittingly closing the door.
The
room was cold. There wasn't much
furniture. The light came from a lone candle
burning next to the four-poster bed in the centre of the room. In the far corner stood a dark oak
wardrobe. Next to it a Victorian basin.
The
kitten shivered, padding towards the only source of heat in the room; the
bed. She nimberly jumped up, her claws
were carefully sheathed and didn't catch on the silk sheets that adorned the
bed.
There
was a single lump in the bed, his porcelain skin a shocking contrast to the
deep blood red of the sheets.
She
moved to the prone vampire, scenting the air as she rubbed her nose against his
cheek.
---
Spike
blinked beneath his eyelids. Something
warm and wet was touching the skin of his cheek. He shifted, turning his head as he opened his eyes to meet
emerald green orbs.
He
quickly sat up, staring down in shock at the kitten who now sat licking her
paw, looking every bit at home.
He
smirked at the thought that such a small creature could be so at ease with 'the
big bad'. His eyes strayed to the
wheelchair in the corner and let out a little growl at the sight.
The
kitten padded over to him, rubbing her muzzle into his side, seeking attention.
"Where
have you come from, hmmm?" He
murmured, unknowingly reaching out his hand to stroke the kitten.
She
purred, pushing her face into his touch.
He
smiled again.
A
gust of wind rolled through the room, nudging the flame to spread light on a
different part of the room. Something
shiny caught the cat’s eye and she left the vampire to go to it.
The
vampire quirked an eyebrow as the kitten purred at the necklace hanging from
one of the posts of his bed. He
chuckled as she began batting at it, then became frustrated when she realised
that there wasn't enough leverage in its current position to play with it.
He
reached over and slipped the aged necklace off its hook. He held it for a moment, gazing down at
it. It had been his mothers. The only thing he had kept from his past.
A
little meow shook him from his reverie and he smirked as the kitten pushed her
nose against his hand, obviously trying to get him to lift it up for her.
Obediently,
the vampire lifted the necklace, watching as the kitten gave a little growl as
she began batting at it.
Spike
could swear he saw her glare at him when he kept it just out of her reach. And the glare reminded him of *her*.