Kitten Tails (Hollstien)

Grabby Hands

Carmilla's mother looked at her with disappointment in her eyes.

"I can't believe you would do that to your own brother!" Carmilla flinched as her mother's hand raised. Her eyes somewhat softened as she saw the younger vampire flinch and quiver. "You're my glittering girl... but you need some type of punishment for this dear. Nothing too harsh, but enough to make you struggle so you can see how lucky you are to be in such a loving family." She rested her hand on top of Carmilla's head, causing Carmilla to stop quivering and freeze in fear. Flashbacks of all those years sealed in a coffin full of blood made her eyes sting with tears she couldn't shed. "I know what you're thinking darling and it's nothing that horrible. Stand and turn into your panther form." She removed her hand from Carmilla's head and stepped sideways, Carmilla standing and closing her eyes, feeling her body and muscles stretch and go down on all fours. She opened her eyes and looked up at her mother, before she felt her cold finger tap her forehead and everything shrunk even more. She tried to roar in protest but the hair on her tail puffed up in shock as she heard a meow come from her mouth. She tried her hardest to revert back to her human body, her mother just smiling. "You're now a small black kitten. And you shall stay like this until I feel you have learned your lesson. As for feeding, don't worry I've made it so you can sustain yourself with animal food and human food. And I made sure your animal body can 'grow' as they say." She picked up her phone dialing a number. "Yes, animal control, I seem to have a stray kitten in my house. Yes of course." She walked out of the room, leaving Carmilla alone in the room, panicking, running around in a frenzy, hyperventilating. She managed to catch eye of a reflective surface and rushed to it. In her reflection she saw a small black kitten with honey, golden eyes. She stared at that reflection for what seemed like hours, occasionally lifting her paw to make sure it had remained as a paw. Suddenly the door was yanked open and chaos ensued. Two men wearing coveralls, carrying a net and a leash began to rush at Carmilla. She tried to run. completely skidding against the wooden floor before finally getting some grip and lurching forward. She ran around her mother's desk before noticing they had cornered her against the desk. The net swept her up in seconds, her mother smiling coyly from the door as she handed the other man the cash. Carmilla was carried outside, towards the crappy truck that belonged to the shelter they were going to take her to. She recognized the name on the side immediately. 'Silas Shelter' were in ugly block letters on the side. Of course her mother had picked this one specifically, it was one of those shelters no one went to, no one bothered because all the animals were either old or sick. They refused to kill animals there which told her her mother cared at least the slightest bit. They opened the back door where there was several cages, all which already had an animal inside, all of them dogs.

"Where do I put the cat?" The one holding the net asked to the other one who was making his way through the drivers side.

"Throw it in with the aggressive one. Maybe that way we can get rid of it will be less animals." Said man number two, pulling the keys out of his pocket. The one holding the net conceded and threw Carmilla into the cage with a strange looking mutt. She sent a glare over his way before curling up in a corner of the cage, staying away from him. The dog exhaled sharply before turning his attention away from Carmilla. The truck started and began to move forward. She figured she might as well relax until they got there. After about 20 minutes of being slightly tossed and turned, suddenly there was screeching of the tires, she was tossed towards the opposite side of the cage where the dog was laying. They collided, Carmilla's head on his muzzle as the dog reacted whipping his neck around to chomp down on whatever he could, catching her hind paw as Carmilla flipped in the air. A deafening screech escaped Carmilla as she unsheathed her claws and sunk them into the dogs side, seeing the bloodstain his fur as he let go. She hissed at him, pulling away, limping slightly, her back left leg hurting more than any pain she'd felt in a while. The back door opened, letting the sunlight poor into the cages, the two men, picking them up and hauling them inside while muttering. "Stupid animals." The onfloor vet that greated the animals rushed over upon seeing Carmilla and the mutt both bleeding heavily. It was then I noticed my breathing had become labored. The last I heard she was screaming at the men for having the idea to put us both in the same cage. Then everything shifted to black.