WHITE DEMON

Chapter 0: Scaredy Cat

She's not a demon or monster... just a scaredy cat drowned in people's blood.

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It was Friday, past midnight, with the full moon lighting up the streets of the old and small city. Its faint light gave a sense of peace and protection. Being able to walk around at that hour, a bit tipsy as some people were at the time, but still feeling safe under the natural satellite was a bless for the night. The youthful people that happily walked around from pub to pub took that safety for granted, just worried about how they would pass away the hangover at the next day. In a small city like that, it was the common feeling: the comfortable peace. Everyone knew each other, the local police officers were always on their routes at night, the illumination for the streets were alright, even the moon was on the people's side that night.

However, that godly light couldn't reached everywhere, neither the sense of safety. Far away from the people, far enough where they couldn't see and hear a thing, submerged between the tall pine trees the only light that could been seen was the little dances from the fireflies. Other than that, it was thick darkness... Or so a person could think, that's what their unobservant human eyes could observe, just fireflies, but accompanying them were dancing a pair of caramel eyes too, camouflage between them. More accurately, other than dancing, those eyes were hunting.

Running between the pine trees, fast but still gracefully, that killing machine looked out for what they needed desperately: blood.

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Once again, They saw their hands full of blood, burgundy red and viscid...yet, so luscious for their tongue. "Sometimes, I question myself if I could behave differently just by being able to eat something else"- They mumbled towards the darkness that accompanied them, just the vast of the thick forest listening. "...or is this inherently part of this dim nature?"

"I'm sure I will never know the answer." Added just in their mind, fearing of heard it out loud.

With an unnecessary deep breath, not like their cold lungs needed it anymore, They stood up and turned around ready to leave that dead dear behind, but something stopped them right on spot.

A little white, but grubby, cat was watching them from just some feet afar.

"Shouldn't you be scared?" Asked softly at the creature. "You could get to be the dessert."

However, the little thing just got closer. The fear could be seen in the way the cat walked: not moving it's eyes from the murder, moving slowly yet it's position looked like the thing was ready to run at any moment. Just like that, the cat passed them and got to the dear, directly to its exposed flesh and bit it, tearing up a piece.

With the elegance and careful of a ballerina, they turned around to observe the cat already sodden in blood, as themselves. The little thing was desperately eating, barely chewing anything, just ingesting it. The relief of getting food was patent, surely the creature haven't ate that well lately. Yet the desperate and fear were there too, watching at the cold caramel eyes back, maybe that could be its last meal.

"Poor thing..." said without thinking, just immerse in watching that carnivorous creature get what they needed.

An odd feeling grew in them, they couldn't stopped their mind of popping up a question.

"Do I seem that hopeless too?" Their words came out as a whispered, so silently that sounded more like a long exhale than words. The cat didn't hear it, or choose to ignored it, so they didn't get any type of answer.

"Silence is always an answer, as some say." Spoke again, this time letting themselves be heard while sitting carefree. "Not like I'm in accordance to that..." added, looking down at their stained, bloody, cold hands. "Actually, I'm pleased you can't answer it."

The sudden crack of some leaves putted them on alert, looking up again they just saw the cat now sitting behind the animal body, its blue eyes on their caramel ones.

"Is that all you eat, pal?"

No answer, just a tilt of head.

"Makes sense, you're still minute..." with soft tone and slow moves, they tended their hand towards the kitten. Another leaves cracked under its little paws, the cat moved some steps away. "I see... That's the accurate reaction." The one-way conversation ended like that and they stood up, still careful to not unnecessarily scare the little one. "Keep being clever around here." Added just in case.

They shook off some dirt and leaves from their trousers and overcoat before started walking their way back, sunrise was still away so they had enough time to get back. Having just less than five minutes of walk, a crack of leaves could be heard again. Smelling what it was, they just stopped without looking back.

"Need something, pal?" Asked to the cat that was just a meter behind themselves. They heard its heart beating faster at the sound of their voice, scared but still following them. "I remember I said 'clever' not 'parasitic', didn't I?" Asked now looking back, down at the white cat that seemed as if waiting, still its heart pumping blood rapidly in its veins.

After a few minutes of not moving, any of the two creatures, the almost humane one turned around and kept walking, still hearing the short and delicate steps of the kitten.

"Maybe, I should have taken the parasitic option too when I could so long ago."

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HI, HELLO.

This is my first story in a long (long) time. My therapist said this could help so...here I am once again.

Hope you enjoy.