Nightfang stalked through the nice human's garden. He often did this, but this time was different. The the once calming scent of the roses now smothered him. As if willing him to turn back. But he did not turn back. He walked stubbornly on, ignoring all the signs of trouble. Obstinate as always.
He was sure to keep out of reach of the human's house, he could not afford to be caught. He must become a shadow. If the human got a hold of him, he would be stuck there all day, forced to drink warm milk and dreamies. No, he would not dilly dally amongst the humans.
Kill the cat. He was here to kill the cat. What cat, he could not remember. Just, a cat around the nice human's home. No description came to mind. Why was he even killing them? What had they done to deserve death? He had no memory of their deeds, their appearance, their name, nothing. H e just had to kill the cat. He shook his head. No need to dwell on the details. Even if the details were crucial for getting it right...
When must he kill the cat? He could remember something about midday, so that was when he had shown up. Rather unfortunate timing, for it was when the nice human was most often in the garden. Though not today. It was cloudy and cold. It would be inside the house, watching it's talking box under a pile of pelts.
He moved up to the willow tree and pond. He climbed as far as he could, and waited there for his victim. But no cat visited that night, no cat would fall prey to the black tom up in the willow tree. Not then, nor for three moons hence.
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Nightfang- Updated Version
ФэнтезиThis is a revised version of my old work, "Nightfang". It has been previously published (though not fully) by my old account, @HopeWrite14. I have since made a new account and am unable to access the old one (lost email) to continue it there.
