Authors notes: This idea was presented to me byfellow author, Vampy Sparda. So, by forcing me, and with agreement, I'd write it. I hope it is a fun story for those who like this stuff.
With their qualities of cleanliness, discretion, affection, patience, dignity, and courage, how many of us,
I ask you, would be capable of becoming cats?" - Fernand Mery Her Majesty the Cat
Once upon a time, there lived a devil named Dante and his little Lady named, Lady. Now upon closer inspection, the devil is a half breed and he was responsible for naming his little Lady.They fought side by side against the forces of evil. They had much in common, mutually being orphaned, and both had a penchant for guns. But at the end of the day, they always parted ways after a hard days hunt.
On this particular date, it was an event that would be memorable for both of them in more ways than one. The ebony haired girl blew her bangs out of her face and waved at her best friend, "See ya later, Dante!" she would call out, her Kalina Ann weapon hung over her back like a school girl with a heavy back pack, "Maybe we'll catch up again tomorrow and get more of those suckers!"
He in turn liked to flirt with her, even after she shot him in the head a couple of times. Dante got her back twofold as he dominated her on the first day he met her. He had to since after all, she had a stubborn streak in her that would not budge until he made sure she was weak, and listened to his ramblings about father and family too.
Today, because it marks a special day, Dante not knowing that it would turn out so, did his usual by winking at her, clicked his tongue with a lift of his grin, wiggled his white brows, moved his head slightly so, so that his silver bangs would move to show off his baby blues. And with a swagger and pull of his leather pants, pointed a finger at her in a shape of gun, "You know it, babe."
She rolled her eyes and the dark haired little angel had already hopped on her new cherry colored bike and proceeded to speed off home.
Leaving the half breed boy standing there with a great big sigh, "One of these days." He muttered, but forgot all about his small dilemma as the smell of pizza came his way. The delivery boy was just in time. After tipping the pizza boy, Dante hopped on his chair, lifted up his legs to set his boots loudly on the desk, jarring the contents atop. His mother's portrait sat there staring him.
"Yeah, mom, yeah, I know, I know….I should ask her out on a date." He turned away from his mother's soft and almost reprimanding look to sink his teeth into a pepperoni pizza. He sat back contentedly, his legs crossed atop the desk and finished up with a bottle of soda, looked back at his mother, "Alright, I'll ask her. But how?" he then saw one of Lady's weapons on his jukebox. "What the—…" then he remembered. They had been dancing a little before they did another round of shooting. A smile grazed his lips as he remembered her cute butt moving to the music. She was a load of fun to be with.
At the other side of the tracks, the little Lady had just pulled into her garage, turned off her bike and jumped off. She lived alone, but the loneliness was bearable. Lady could do whatever she wanted without anyone telling her what to do. Plus, she added as an afterthought, there was Dante. Her reliable and powerful partner and best friend.
That brought an easy smile on her face as she made her way upstairs to her flat. When Lady thought of him, which was irritably often, though pleasantly sweet, she could laugh and smile more than she's been able to before he had come into her life. It was good to be in cheery moods these days, and what an irony since they enjoyed shooting up demons all the time.
Sometimes, Dante would go off on hunting trips without her, because the adventure was too dangerous for humans. So she would travel elsewhere in the world less perilous with her Kalina Ann by her side. And by doing so, the young lady would pick up artifacts from different countries. Whereupon as she entered her little home, she was welcomed with many unusual and foreign relics that sat on her coffee table, bookshelves, and some in her bedroom. She often took her leisure time to research on the artifacts she picked up from demon hunting to find out about their background.
Going into the kitchen first, she took out a small carton of milk and poured it into a clean glass. Walking into her living room, she plopped her Kalina Ann by the door, and proceeded to sit on her two seater leather couch. She was quite the decorative demon hunter, with a taste for mahogany, cedar and wood furniture. And a penchant for leather as well.
Taking a healthy gulp of her fresh cold milk, she picked up her Archaeological magazine and flipped through the pages to find anything interesting. Upon finding some Egyptian articles on mummies and ancient tombs, she was intrigued at the familiar icon that stared at her from the page. These were the cat symbols and the design of cats in Egyptian culture.
Lady glanced at the wooden box with inlaid designs and a cat engraved on it. She hadn't even opened up the box and wondered of its contents. It did feel slightly heavy when she picked it up back in Egypt shooting off some demons that decided to terrorize the city there. So instead she read on, Descriptions of cats began to appear in Egyptian art around 2600 B.C., but took on a more well-known function after 1600 B. C. They were often shown in paintings curled up under their owners' chairs, doing small activities.
"I really should get a pet." Lady mused to herself. She kept on reading: Young Egyptian women used cat amulets, called "utchats," as fertility tokens, praying to have as many children as the number of kittens shown on the amulet.
With that, Lady choked and coughed on her glass of milk and set it down, wiped off her lips with the back of her gloved hand and pursed them in disgust, "Fertility tokens?" Then she glanced over at the wooden box again, giving it a suspicious look, "Well it's not like I'm going to get pregnant anytime soon." She chuckled at that, since after all, she had no clue about guys except her best friend Dante, who endlessly flirted with her, but never enacted anything else. Not like she would allow him.
It sometimes made her frustrated that he never asked her out, but she remembered when she told him with aversion, "Date a demon? I'm not that desperate." And worse still, when he moved in to kiss her, she turned her head away. That must have been a low blow to his delicate ego. Well, she mused, it's not like he was going to get anything after beating me up. Although…..when he came back to give me Kalina Ann that day and the days after that….. Shaking her head to clear it, Lady thought she was growing mad from her extended company with Dante.
With a brave heart, she reached over to the box and opened it. There sat a small figurine of a cat and a scroll. She took out the scroll and saw the Egyptian inscriptions. Knowing a little of Egyptian symbols she tried to read what she could, "Make a wish come true. If true of heart, pure of body, and of soul, your hearts desire shall be granted in more ways than one."
Lady's dark fine brows lifted, amusement sparkled in her bi-coloured eyes, "Granted?" then picked up the small cat figurine. She almost laughed aloud for the demon hunting human felt that this was all a fine joke. "Okay, I wish Dante would fall in love with me as a cat!"
She didn't know where that came from, but it was a funny sort of joke, since after all, she didn't believe in wishes.
Within seconds, Lady felt very strange. Her world toppled upside down and she felt her body getting smaller and smaller, the box in her hand fell on the floor, the figurine of the cat shattered into small pieces and the scroll rolled off under the table.
Lady looked down to see that she was possessed of four legs! Paws! And when she tried to scream, noises of mewling came out that she was horrified. Oh no! Her thoughts fled to the horrific vision of her being a cat that she ran into her bedroom and looked into her full length mirror. There in the most terrible of all things to happen in the history of shape shifting and transmutation was her in all black with white stripes, her bi-colored eyes stared back at her. The scars she had on her human form were now replaced with white thin stripes. As a cat, she looked rather funny to her eyes.
With an angry disposition, she sauntered off to find that scroll to see if there was anything to be done with this. When she searched for it, her paws tried to unroll the parchment, tore at the delicate paper that she paused at her clawing. Lady realized with an even more dreadful comprehension that she'd ruin it. The noise outside took her mind off of her current dilemma for a moment. She hopped onto the chair to look outside the window.
Demons! They were attacking the neighborhood, a soldier of vanguards swiping away at a family of humans who were running, screaming frantically to get away. Lady's first instinct, not being aware that she was still in her dilemma, jumped out the window and onto the bushes below to scramble out of it and run towards the demons.
She jumped up to one vanguard who swiped his scythe over a human who now had cowered and ducked, only to start clawing the face of the fiend. The cowering human ran away as soon as Lady Cat distracted the demon.
The demon roared in pain and tried to grab hold of Lady Cat who had clung on for dear life. Falling back on the ground with a noisy thud alerted the other demons, seeing their ally in danger. Demons generally didn't care if their comrades fell or died, but the feisty little cat was scratching up a tornado on their partner. They went after the cat.
Lady cat hissed and clawed as she saw the rest approaching, and felt a skeletal hand reach over to grab her back, threw her across the alley into the garbage cans. It was very painful, but Lady Cat scrambled out of the dumpsters, jumped out and saw them approaching. They were going to corner her into the end of the alley, their boney hands on scythes and faceless expressions closing in.
One took a swipe at her and Lady Cat barely flew out of the way, the surface of the scythe hit her on the side and she was sent flying into the cardboard boxes, a mewling noise came out of her.
Disoriented for a moment, she hissed, stumbled back on her four legs, and wished she had her guns with her. Then with quick reflexes, Lady Cat avoided another hack as the blade cut open the other boxes in pieces, allowing her leverage to jump on the demon close to her. She made such a huge noise that when Dante had come upon them by the screeching and snarling noises she made, what he saw made his eyes very wide.
"What's this? A little hellcat against a few vanguards?" Then he was angry as one vanguard grabbed hold of the funny looking cat and threw it across the alley into the garbage cans.
"Alright, showtime!"
Dante drew his guns, proceeded to shoot simultaneously at the demons, they turned around and shattered. One demon came up from behind and started to swipe at him, but Dante evaded it easily, and with one quick smooth move, stabbed the vanguard with his rebellion, "That'll teach you to pick on those smaller than you."
When all the demons were cleared off, he approached the injured cat. Laying there barely breathing, the small animal appeared to be unconscious, the fur ripped off in some areas and there was sticky blood on the back.
"Awww, poor thing. Come on, we should find your owner."
He lifted up the injured feline and realized it was too late in the evening to call around to find out, so he'd try tomorrow. Tonight, he'd have to make sure this cat was taken care of.