the devils pet

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We are beautiful creatures, the legend of our creation is honestly kinda strange and not very practical, but it goes A young woman on a Greek island around 7500bc was mesmerized by the housecat her father kept around. the cat, calysta, was everything she wanted to be. quick, nimble, independent, free, graceful, and so much more. she treated the cat like her own child, and she became spiritually attached to her pet as well as emotional. when the time came and her father married her off, her only wish was to take Calysta, who she felt was more of a daughter than a cat. The three of them lived peacefully for a few weeks until a tragic accident took her belove child. Calysta had been hit by a trading cart after a local dog gave chase after the house pet. The woman refused to accept the faith of her pet, she prayed to the gods that night, vowing a sacrifice to save her child. she sat with Calysta's limp body until she cried herself to sleep. the sound of her outraged husband woke her the next morning, demanding her to go back inside. her heart shattered when she realized the body was missing. She wept for weeks until she had reason to be cheerful again, when the sign she was with child started to be obvious. seven months later she went into labor. delivering a healthy boy, and soon followed by another pregnancy, hoping for another daughter. Her prays were answered but in a cruel way, her twin daughters were stillborn. the man left to fetch the shaman. when they returned the woman was gone, shed passed during childbirth. the two crying twins were in the basket he had left their corpses, to add to the mystery calysta had returned curled on her masters lap like the two were sleeping. the gods had heard her prays to save her dead daughter the years earlier, and they had, preserving Caylstas soul until the time had come. the woman and her cats souls had fused giving life to the twins, they had the ability to be human or cat.

probably

Twins mean change for our kind, they were the start of our race, but they're only two cases of twins in the werecat community, the first two and much later the second set sent our race to hell, they're the reason we live in fear.

twins  suck ass 

i jumped up, hissing at mahees as he hit a bump and my head banged against his truck window id been resting my head on. he just look at me.

"you're going to have to control that temper" he said, he had already turned his attention back to the road. 

"being startle is having a temper" i grumbled soft

"yes" he said, slowing the rusted pickup truck at a light. he had on hand on the steering wheel, the other on my head rest, i found this habit of his weird but i didn't care enough to question it. i decided not to try to rest again, considering i probably had a bruise on my forehead now. 

"its kinda shitty we don't heal as quick as most supernatural beings, don't you think?" i ask, i really didn't want an answer i just felt it need to be said, my brother rolled his eyes "seriously." i said

"were the last of our kind and were worth our weight in gold and to make it better were purebloods, we're like royalty. i mean why are they still trying to hunt us? they know what we can do. hell we should have servents making our meals not our disturbed mother." i reasoned, taking breath off my cigarette, flicking out ashes

"freya..." he started "I'm really glad you think like that, i do, but don't you think its risky to be so self-centered and ambitious? i mean I'm your big brother its my job to protect you, and i cant do that when you're acting like we aren't on the verge of extinction." 

"I'm not self-centered, I'm optimistic and confident. and so what i mean all these petty humans pride themselves on swag and yolo so why cant i? I mean its literally in our nature to have fun, we have nine lives after all, we have to make them count. when they tell story's about us in hundreds and thousands of years do you really want them to say we hid in the dark like cockroaches?"  i argued

"you don't even have nine lives, you have eight. i only have seven, plus they're going to say we we're cockroaches either way" he pointed out. i left guilty for mentioning the lives thing, i know he felt it was his fault i only had eight.

"well would you rather them say we hid in fear or that we were strong until the end?"  mahees gave me an even look and i grinned trying to make him see it how i did. "trust me" i said relaxing into the seat. "its going to change, even if i lose my last life doing it." 

"i hope you lose another life so this narcissistic one and stops endangering our species." he said sternly." and please dont get suspended at this school."

"i have a problem, okay sorry, i just like to have fun, is that a sin?" i asked propping my feet up on the dashboard,taking my last puff before throwing the cigarette butt out, rolled up the window, than crossing my arms behind my head.

"please get your feet off my baby, and yes it is, you sin more than the devil." he smacked my knees so id remove my feet, before returning his hand back to my head rest. 

like it matters, the bumper is almost rusted off but you have a mcdonalds bag on the floorboard for trash and let me smoke in here i though bitterly as we pulled into the school parking lot. i hopped out as soon as he parked, not even bothering to wait for the asshat.