Mewkin
‟You're just some other cat, you can't be me," she taunted, tilting her head with regal arrogance. She admired herself, purring, ‟Oh, look at that, Bella, don't you look fabulous? ‟ But the mirror did not stay still - its silver surface rippled like water disturbed by unseen claws. From the edge of the glass, a shadow slid into view, darker and sharper than her own reflection. Its eyes gleamed with a crimson spark, unmoving, alive, and watching. Bella's smile faltered as the air thickened with dread - the mirror had answered back.