Cats And Dogs [Cashby]

3.

[Alan]

We walk up to the door and I unlock it.

"Don't get blood on my carpet," I say, motioning towards his bloody arms.

"Yeah, I'll try," he says sarcastically and sits at the small kitchen table.

I walk through the apartment, opening up the windows as Austin watches me carefully.

"What are you doing?" He finally asks.

"I'm not about to allow my apartment to smell like a stupid dog," I say, before sitting across from him and getting an eye roll in response.

"But anyway, you said there are more hybrids, are they cats?" I ask.

He nods, an annoyed expression on his face.

"They're all like you and I got them off the streets, and luckily I got them before anyone started going after them."

"Yeah," I say running a hand through my hair, "they've been after me for awhile. They've been locking all kinds of, what they call, "freaks" and "mutants" that are unfit to live in society."

He taps his fingers on the table, clearly deep in thought.

"You're lucky," I mutter. "It's easy for you to hide. I can't even leave the house without a hood or something and a long shirt to hide my tail in."

"I know. That's why I've been taking in hybrids and keeping them safe," he says. "You honestly think I want to live in a house with cats?"

I shake my head.

"Do you want coffee or something?" He asks, casually getting up like he knows where everything is.

I nod and rest my head on the table, deciding to let him do his thing.

I'm more than half asleep when he sets a cup down by my head.

"Cats and their need to always sleep," he mutters sitting across from me.

I glare at him and take a sip of the coffee.

I sit and explain things to him, everything about people hunting me down and not knowing any other hybrids, but after awhile I started to get unnaturally tired.

Austin looks entirely unaffected by it and a moment of realization washes over me.

That bastard drugged my coffee.

"There's something in the coffee." The words come out quietly and I'm not even sure if he heard me before I fall out of my chair.

I try and fight the sleep that is over taking me, but it just seems to relaxing right now, like I haven't slept in ages even though I literally took a nap two hours ago.

"Don't worry kitty cat, it's for your own good." His soft voice is the last thing I hear before I'm lifted up bridal style and carried out.