Vampiric Interdiction

[27] Enter, Demon

Scratching the fuzzy patch of black furry atop it’s head, Karolinna held out her cigarette awkwardly behind her so as not to entice the feline, and as she took a quick drag she turned away when she had to release the smoke.

The burning red at the tip seemed to both intrigue the little thing as well as terrify it. Each time the blonde leaned down to massage the fur on its cranium the light would come into sight and he would step forward quickly almost as if it were trying to catch it, but then right back again several steps when Karolinna came too close with it.

The thought occurred to her that it might be her the animal was retreating in the sights of, but then again, the cat hadn’t run for the hills yet and she had been sitting here for a good hour intruding on it’s favourite tanning spot on the bottom step.

The typical Thursday morning weather clung to the faelna like a big trapper cap that she wanted nothing more but to knock off and couldn’t or was just too lazy to bother trying. It was always much colder in the later days of the week, yet warmer in the mornings. At this moment Karolinna didn’t feel the temperature was any muggier than usual, the cold air swirling about her face, but her body was as hot as ever so it still felt like she was sitting in an icebox wearing three parkas.

Due to his eagerness to play, the moment he saw Karolinna coming up to the gate at the end of her day he tore out of the bushes where he slept. At the sound of soft beeping as the code was inputted, and the creak of the the entrance opening for her to pass through, he came running.

The pale vici had taken to calling him, Nightcap; because that’s when she saw him most and the ruffling of black atop — contrasting boldly against the stark white of the rest of his head — made it look as though he were wearing a hat.

Standing at a little over a foot tall, and three and half feet by length, Nightcap was daunting to most people — especially the mortal children. Though he is pretty harmless, most run away when he tries to approach them which leaves him scratching his head, so to speak. He only wants to play. If the kids are scared now, they should see him when he’s full grown. As just a kitten, his size now was nothing compared to how big he could get. Nearly the size of an adult male lion.

Possibly bigger.

Long, grey and speckled with white spots identical to those spread out over his entire body, Nightcap’s tail thunked hard against Karolinna’s hand as it hung over her knee.

It was not hard to tell that he was not like traditional human pets. Even ignoring the lime green eyes that almost made him look like he could be radioactive, the split down the centre of his tail giving the appearance of two combined, and the obvious second and much sharper row of teeth behind the first, saying he was unique would be seriously understating him.

The first time she saw him, he was chasing a man down the street. When the great animal finally stopped, the man turned around wheezing and that’s when Karolinna — who was sitting on the estate steps enjoying her usual smoke — caught him reaching into his pocket where something was bulging. She wasted no time transporting herself to the piece of walk in front of him, grabbing him by the wrist so tightly his arm started to turn purple.

Though she couldn’t recall exactly what she said to him, since it was not of relevance and was put from her mind shortly after as she tended to Nightcap, the blonde was certain it was threatening as there was the vague punch of urine in the air when the guy sped off.

“I eke uo yreadl,” she said, as she scratch his ears and then walked back to her seat where she knew he would follow her.

Taking a huge puff off her gasper, leaving naught but the slightly reddened tip, Karolinna put it out. Tightening the grip around it like a vice, with aid of her thumb she brought it to ash in her hand.