Varjak Paw looked up. Despair in his eyes. A cat loomed above him. A cat off old. Rain poured down above. And the endless night never stopped in the wind and hail. The cat looked Varjak in the eye. Then hit him, once, twice, right between the eyes.
Varjak howled in pain. But the strange cat showed no emotion. And his ice blue eye gleamed evilly in the night. Varjak mustered out a sentence.
"Who are you?"
The strange cat combed his whiskers. And snarled in a low voice.
"Someone that your best friend mentioned long ago."
"Holly? What does she have to do with you?"
The cat laughed. Varjak shuddered.
"A lot. And if you want to know more. You could say that I was rather like you. You and me are quite alike."
"Than why are you trying to kill me?"
"Because you are what is getting in the way off my plan. My rather ingenious plan"
Varjak said nothing more. But observed the cat closer. He had brown fur and an ice blue eye. His other eye was green. He was thin. And his fur was spotless clean. He had a rather strange comfortable look, like Tam, but nothing off the sort, this cat was a monster, worse than any other he had ever known.
"How do you know the way?"
The cat grinned, but his ice blue stayed cold and hard.
"Like you, I was taught it, in my dreams. So did your enemy."
"Sally Bones?"
The cat nodded, then leaned in close to Varjak.
Then Varjak felt something, something that he hoped that he would never feel again. He felt like the cat was looked into his dreams, burning him apart layer by layer, seeing his secrets. Feeling his feelings. Almost being him.
"Stop. Don't do it. Not again."
"Varjak Paw." said the cat. "What would your nightmare's be? You have never had one. That Jalal has been teaching you the Way, but what if that stopped? What if your dreams were normal? What would you have?"
"I said stop."
"You are afraid."
"No."
"Oh but you are. And that," the cat said. "Will be your downfall. Goodbye, Varjak Paw. Sweet dreams."
