Three Worlds Dreamt

by Celandine Neverland

Forrest never meant to enter the world of the clan cats, and his vampire nature very well goes against it. But when he is forced to enter, he discovers that not only does he have a very important role in stopping a plague from breaking the clans... but he can't stop it with brute force alone. Vampires have immortality. All it takes is a bite...

1. Ch 1: Forrest : Quest

Three Worlds Dreamt

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Ch. 1: Forrest

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"I will not be a cat! I am not a pet!" I said furiously. My porcelain white skin gave no sign of going red, but just the mere sight of the lady in front of me was enough to make me fume in rage. "Never!" I hissed just as the woman in red opened her mouth to speak.

She sighed, her dark red lips forming a disappointed frown. I mimicked her facial expression angrily. A curved brown eyebrow, pursed lips, and furrowed, icy blue eyes. "Forrest, be reasonable." the red woman said, the abnormal humor all gone. I felt my teeth sharpen, and spat.

"I am being reasonable. Don't forget I'm only doing all your dirty work because of -this!" I pointed vigorously to my protruding fangs, bitterly remembering the encounter seven years.

The red woman smiled. "Think of it as a gift. Hardly one in a million people will ever get that chance in their lifetime and only one in ten thousand of those will survive the change."
Just so 'happens' she walked by me that exact moment. Very accidental. I ground my teeth, forgot about my fangs, and nearly tore my tongue in half. Thankfully it healed before I could feel the pain. "Do what you want," I finally said, and she grinned brightly. It never reached her blue eyes. Grins didn't suit her anyway.

"Well then, Forrest. Your briefing on this quest will be sent to you at night. Before then, you have all the time to prepare." And the red woman picked up her leather notebook, gazed down at me, and swept her crimson and black coat off the bench.

"Godspeed," she said, and left through the great wooden door that barred my house from the rest of the world. I banged my fist on the table. Getting tricked by that blasted woman! Nicely done. I still hadn't forgotten the time she wanted to transform me into some pig, and nearly gotten me butchered for the local deli.

Groaning, I tucked my hood on and welcomed the grateful feeling of darkness. I bit in the three bitter pills and coughed them down. If there was something good about this curse... no I shouldn't think there was anything good about being a vampire. You were indebted forever in the service of the one who made you... and the only time you could escape was during sleep.

So sleep I welcomed gladly at the rough wooden bench, unaware of the danger that would meet me head on in my dream.