Here Kitty Kitty

White and Red

Death. How inconvenient. I sit on the ledge and lick my paw, and then I stop.

I'm still not used to it.

The changing of bodies.

The story of supernatural girlfriends always made me jealous. How a vampire would appear in the street and turn her boyfriend into a vampire, their way of saying they'd be together forever.

Not that it was accepted in society.

But ever since the monsters came, people have gotten used to it. The fact that anyone could be a monster.

I walk forward, not used to the feelings that stir from crawling forward. My paws on the ground, all fours. The fur coating my face. I sit, and I sigh.

It's not as fun to die as I'd thought it'd be. The suffocating pain of your heart stopping. The slow drain you feel as your life slips away.

I shake my head.

I don't want to think about it.

"How do you think she'll respond to me like this?" a girl asks. Her voice is shrill, and her shirt's too low, and she's not wearing pants. She sits back onto a chair, and I jump down the ledge to stare at her through the window.

A man walks into my view and sits on the bed. His jacket's off, and he's slipping off his tie. "Beautifully," he responds. A cigar hangs crooked out of his mouth.

My fur ripples. I don't like the way they look at each other, so I leave.

I didn't ask to be a monster.

Unlike the sweet, romantic, proposals the vampires give, I wasn't helplessly in love.

I was the opposite.

So ready to die.

So happy to finally receive the chance.

The experiment had a .5% success rate.

It's just my luck that it didn't work.

And here I thought I was so ready to die.

I shake my head again.

I still don't want to think about it.

About the pain.

About the evil smiles being passed around by the doctors as they injected me with several needles. If I'd died they'd get the pleasure of watching me suffer, but if I lived, they'd get their blessed results.

Well, I guess the scientists were lucky that I did both.

I jumped down onto the ground. I landed quickly on my paws, but stumbled a bit. When I looked up the scenery had changed. I wasn't outside. I was inside a bedroom, standing on a dresser. My front paws hung off, and I was about to fall, but my head shot up.

I was staring straight into the eyes of a woman.

She struggled to breath, and suddenly I saw the man come at me, knife in hand. I jumped up just as he swiped down, and I landed near the girl. I let out a hiss and ran at his legs, biting his open flesh.

It was the room I'd just left.

The woman with low cut shirt and the man with the crooked cigar. HIs cigar burned a hole in the floor. His pants wrapped around his ankles, and failed to catch the blood that poured from his leg.

He groaned, but swiped at me. I ran away, and then I turned around and jumped on his back, clawing and scraping away at his flesh. He screamed and howled.

And then suddenly, my soul was being ripped from my body.

I let out a screech of my own, and then I was somewhere else.

I saw my body fall onto the ground, lifeless, and I blinked.

In the brief second it took me to curl my fists together, I realized I was once again human.

I couldn't feel anything.

The man groaned, and dropped the knife. He turned and began to stomp on my previous white body until I was white and red.

He didn't notice me staring at him.

He didn't notice me stand up.

He didn't notice me grab his knife.

He turned around just in time for me to stab him.

Again and again and again and again.

Until he was nothing but white and red.

I stood there for a moment, staring at his body, before I looked around and spotted his jacket.

I slipped it on and then moved to the window. I pried it open and stepped out onto the fire escape. It groaned under my weight, but I paid not attention to that, and climbed noisily down until I dropped to the pavement below. It scratched at my feet, but I ignored it.

So I began to walk again, feeling more and more alone, and more and more upset.

But I didn't want to think about it.

So I didn't.