Seth sends texts and calls to Cat after looking at his house, her house, Rachel's house, and any where else she could be. His heart races and he becomes weaker and weaker.
"Release his soul!" The woman snarls. We've been at this for a while, back and forth.
"I can't, and if I did, no." I repeat.
"I'm done with you. He can have you now." An evil spead across her face, matching the evil rolled on her words.
"Thank God, a break from your idiocity." I roll my eyes.
The door opens then slams shut and I gasp. It's the prettiest man I've ever seen. His blonde hair and blue eyes show he's related to God, and his muscular frame shows he's seen a gym many times. He has a general sense of sorrow as he sees me tied up. The small cuts that lace my body still bleed slightly, but don't hurt as much. Only the one on my stomach burns. Stupid holy water.
"Hello, my darling." He says and smiles slightly.
"Hello, my kidnapper." I retort.
"I was only being polite." He scowls.
"So polite being what? Kidnapping me, torturing me. That isn't very God like."
"We're only attempting to save the boy's soul."
My breath quickens at the thought of Seth. Are they exorsicing him? Beating him? Tears film my eyes at the image of him laying like me, with crosses hanging from the bed and cuts that will turn to scars.
"Don't worry. You'll be fine" He says softly, stroking my cheek.
"Don't worry?! How can I just sit here and be like the kids on a McDonald's commercail when my soul mate may be bruised and cut?"
"He's fine. Just worried about you. It's late, I will let you sleep." The handcuffs snap off as he leaves, letting me do what I've wanted to do for a while now. I curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.
I wake up to cold metal carressing my face. I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath before looking at the man. I can't turn my head, because they paralyzed my body. At least I can blink and talk.
"How can we take the soul out of the boy?" He asks slowly.
"I'm not sure. What time is it?"
"Eight. Why did you take his soul?"
"To continue my blood line. Just like the son of God and the Son of Satan. I have to, or my breed dies." I answer.
"Wait, so you're the only panther?"
"How did you know I was a panther?"
"You smell like a cat." He takes the knife way from my face.
"Well yes, I am. There are other monsters, but I am like their queen. I have to have a soul mate to breed with and rule them with, and then our kids will take over when we retire."
"And you will rule them in this life and the next?" He asks.
"Yes. But why are you asking so many qestions?"
"I'm intrigued." He strokes the small amount of facail hair on his jaw line and smiles. "You're very interesting."
"Yeah, well if I could move that'd be great." A click sets me free from the bed so I stand, stretching.
"I bet that feels good. Water?" He throws me a bottle and I barley catch it. I take a swig while he laughs, I close the lid and throw it back at him.
"You aren't the big bad kisnapper are you?"
"No, but soon we'll get to the torturing. Like, in an hours soon." He says after checking his phone.
