Rated M for later chapters... This is completely OC... This is also currently being Beta read, so it will be improved. I apologize for the off the wall title... I really wanted to publish, but had no title... So DarkWindTheWolf came up with one for me. Thanks Knuxy!
Kitty stood alone, her back facing the open window. The sun set behind her and a cool breeze carries smells of autumn leaves, apples, and smoke into the room. She turned to face the breeze, smiled and closed her eyes as it blew through her hair. The clock to her left chimed to mark noon, and she turned to the door to her right. A girl, petite but beautiful, strolled into the room. The scent of hair dye wafted through the air, and Kitty smiled at her deep purple hair.
"Fasha, you dyed your hair again!" Kitty giggled. Fasha's eyes sparkled with childish excitement, a deep brown lined with thick lashes. She paused to dust off her black and purple party dress, the breeze blowing it around her thin but strong legs. The dress is backless to allow for her greatest feature: Large bruise colored bats wings.
Kitty walked over and gently hugged the girl. "Are you ready?" Kitty spoke as she walked to the full length mirror in the corner of the room to check her own outfit. The mirror reflected her 5 foot tall, slim body. She was wearing her TMNT baby doll tee and tight black skinny jeans. Her crimson hair hangs just to her shoulders in the front, spiked in the back. She turned away from the mirror as Fasha gently tugged one of her ears, the cause for the name Kitty.
Kitty had been found wandering the streets as a child by an old scientist, his mind being half gone. He took no heed of her ears and tail. He had a good heart, always feeding her before feeding himself, which ultimately lead to his demise when she was but 12 years old. Kitty got her name from him. To call attention to her he would always say, "Come here my little kitty!"
She knew nothing of her parents except that her mother must have been a neko, and her father a vampire, or vice versa. She knew this because of her distinctive cat ears, tail, and need for human blood.
After the old man died she wandered the streets yet again, feeding on the drunks going home from the bars around town late at night. The only places she had to rest (she had no need for sleep, though she enjoyed it) were old abandoned factories, buildings, and bars. One of which she had now made her home. At age 16 she stopped growing altogether. Her injuries faded quicker. She never aged yet her strength and speed steadily increased.
At around the time she would have been 19 she found Fasha shivering and hungry under a bridge while she was taking a midnight saunter. She thought of borrowing a bit of her blood first. Then she noticed her wings, neatly tucked around her in a failed attempt to keep her warm. She took a step and the strange girl got up and glared at the neko in front of her. "What are you doing? Get the hell away from me or I swear I will hit you with these things." Of course she was talking about the dark, tattered wings on her back. Kitty risked it and took another step and spoke in a hushed voice, "I want to help you. We are very much alike. We were left out in the city, no one to love us, outcasts, shunned by the rest of the world. Come with me to get a bite to eat and sleep in a warm bed instead of out here. At least for one night. What do you say?" At this the frighteningly small girl with the dark hair calmed down a bit. Her stomach growled happily at the sound of food. What she said was, "Ok, fine. But don't expect me to let you near me. I don't trust anyone, no matter how alike I and that person may be. All I want is a place to sleep and some food for my growling tummy." Kitty giggled at what the girl said. The girl snapped,
"What, what are you laughing at?" The slim neko responded with "You used the word tummy; I just find it kinda funny I guess." At this the strange girl laughed a bit.
They returned to the bar that Kitty called home. It was heated with a fire and there were 3 beds. Kitty went to the storage room and brought back two packs of creamy chicken top ramen and a pot. She filled it at the sink and placed it on the fire. She turned to the other girl, trying to make small talk, "So do you mind if I ask what your name is?" The petite teen looked like she was at war with herself. Her mind was racing. Should she trust this girl with the cat ears? Should she run as soon as she gets food? She was tired of being alone and decided to give her some information at least. "M-my name is Fasha. Thank you for taking me in like this." She looked down at the floor, embarrassed. Kitty smiled, "Its fine I was happy to help a fellow freak!" She giggled to let Fasha know she wasn't trying to be cruel. They began to talk as they ate. They talked about everything from their pasts to their favorite colors. That day Kitty learned that Fasha had been an orphan, her parents murdered. Because of her enormous wings no orphanage would take her. When she was a bit older she searched the streets looking for information about her parents' deaths. She lived no where and everywhere all at once. She bounced from town to town asking questions. At the age of 7 she was taken in by a scientist who had been denied a job because of his cruelty toward the test subjects. She thought she could trust him, but she was horribly wrong.
After they were done eating Fasha began to yawn. Kitty noticed this and showed her to the wall of beds. She told her to take the one next to hers and they both promptly fell asleep.
During her stay with Kitty she was taught all forms of self-defense. In an 8 month time span she learned to kill, torture, maim, disable, and disarm anyone who came in her way. The training was hard but she told herself over and over "This is for your parents, you have to do this." After her training was complete, Kitty spent practically all of her life savings on a shiny new Van Helsing crossbow and a well-oiled survivor's knife.
Fasha had always been a tad bit jealous of Kitty's ears and ability with guys. She tried to hide it as best she could but failed. Kitty always knew but never called her out on it. Fasha knew Kitty would do anything to protect her and she knew this was her one and only friend.