This was a request story of one of our reviewers. It was a long work in progress, but we do hope that Mrs. Bumblebee like the way things are turning out in it so far. This is her plotline, she merely asked us to write it for her, therefore!

We give all credit of the plot to Mrs. Bumblebee, as well as the type of new characters in it.

On ward!

Cat Demon…

Cat Demon?

Cat Demon!

Nope… any way you say it, it still sounds cute to me. What's so scary? Ok, so what? A giant seven foot kitty…oh, how scary! It sounded adorable to me. Cats had always been a weakness of mine for some reason, and this was no different. I watched as Scout loaded his gun…wait…was that a tranquilizer?

"I know you don't want to kill it HB, so we'll just have it take a nap. I'm sure Abe wants to study it anyway." He said and smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. Good ol' Boy Scout, he always knew what to do.

"Yes, I would indeed like to study this new animal demon." Abe broke in. "It's quite fascinating to me that there is so little knowledge about this cat demon. No knowledge of eating habits, no mating rituals, barely anything their particular fighting style…nothing." Abe looked like a kid at Christmas that just got the toy bike that he wanted. "I'd love to be able to get more information on it. To be able to tell the demon community facts instead of just rumors."

"Look Blue, I just wanna go get it so that I can get another cat for the place…so it sounds good to me either way so long as that happens. Now, what's it got on how it fights?"

I saw his eyes narrow and knew I'd missed something important. "Barely anything. Merely that they go after the weaker person in the group, but what they do after that is unknown." I nodded and out of the corner of my eye I saw Scout take a deep whiff of the air, like it was the best thing he'd ever smelled. I did the same and it just smelled like dead fish and the streets of New York.

"Alright then, Scout, you stay with me." I said and started to walk towards the building. The old fish warehouse not only smelled like dead, rotting…well, fish, but it also looked like it was going to collapse any second. The old wood had some weird green and black stuff on it, the paint on the sign that once read 'Hal's Fish Warehouse' was now chipping away, and the once bright white walls were now a dingy white and graffitied.

"Wait a minute! Why the heck do I have to stay with someone?!" Scout yelled at me. I groaned inside. Great, here we go again. I thought.

"Look kid, it's nuthin' personal…you're just a bit…well, vulnerable." I tried to explain.

"Vulnerable?! I'm surprised you even know what that word means you big lug!" He yelled at me. Ok, what was with this new attitude? Something was off, he was starting to sound like Manning!

"Now John," Blue started, trying his hardest to placate the agitated Agent. "HB didn't mean anything by it."

"What do you know you blue skinned freak? What? Does he have a book of his feelings for you to read?" He asked in a snide voice. I saw his eyes widen even as his lips formed a sneer. Abe's eyes widened too, meaning Scout was thinking something pretty damn loud if that happened. "I can handle myself." He said and walked straight into the building, leaving the rest of our astonished hunting party outside, staring after him.

I finally shook myself out of it and turned to Blue. "What did he think?"

"He screamed 'It isn't me'." He said quietly. I looked back at the building and saw it. The thing we were gonna bring back for research, only it wasn't the big, fluffy, loveable kitten I had thought it was. It didn't walk on four legs, but on its hind legs like a person and looked about as built and as tall as me. The only differences were the ears on the top of its head, the shorter, more rounded tail, the claws that looked sharp enough to cut through bricks, and the almost blood colored fur that covered its body. There were no cute whiskers, not slightly pudged stomach like on my cats at home, only sleek, hard, lean muscle…and fangs. Really BIG fangs.

And Scout just walked in there with that thing…

ALONE!

"Boy Scout!" I shouted and grabbed my gun from the holster. I saw the cat demon lick its lips, grab the ledge, and swing inside the building. It all started coming together as I ran inside and started looking for John. Everywhere we went, John sniffed the air, he'd gotten testier the closer we got, he'd snapped at anyone who got close to him unless it was me…and this last time he'd even snapped at me! I heard a loud purring and looked up to see John standing against a wall, looking scared shitless but calm at the same time.

This thing wanted John…

"Ahhh… it warms me to see that you waited for me." A deep voice rumbled through the building. The others rushed in just in time to see John being pinned to the wall. I took aim at the thing's head. Fuck research! I thought to myself, ready to shoot, but stopped when I heard a hiss from above me.

"So, you wanna play that way do you? Fine." He said, his deep voice rolling through everyone in the room. The rest of the agents immediately lowered their weapons so that they didn't go off and accidentally hit John. I watched, my muscles tensing as one clawed hand caressed John's neck… but the rest of my body tensed as I heard a moan slip from his throat. It was one of those soft, sweet moans that once you heard it, it was stuck in your head forever. The cat demon started rubbing his hip with the other hand, slowly creeping inward toward his crotch. John let out a pain filled moan and I looked at him. His eyes were slightly open, looking straight at me, and I could almost hear the screaming that must've been going through his head, and then they closed as the demon kissed his neck. "Mmm, such sweet skin… the sort that just makes you want to sink your teeth in it." He moaned lowly.

He tilted John's head to the side and licked before opening his mouth and just sucking on the skin. I saw him grab at the crotch of Scout's pants and knead, causing him to almost bow completely back… and that's when it happened.

You could hear the crunching of bones as the cat sunk his teeth into him. I tossed my Good Samaritan in its holster, took one of the Agent's tranquilizer guns, and shot that bastard in his thigh. He roared, and let go of John, who landed in my arms. "Blue, he's bleeding bad." I said, barely able to get above a whisper.

"What about the demon? He'll only be out for a few seconds." One of the other Agents said as Abe and Clay took John and carried him back to the truck. I only glared at him.

"I'll take care of the pussy cat." I growled and turned back to the cat that was getting up. I cracked my knuckles, both on my stone hand and my regular hand. "Time for you and me to have a talk bitch." I snarled at him. I grabbed his shoulder with my regular hand and sent my stone hand flying into his stomach, making his eye snap back shut after coughing up a little blood. He slumped after the second hit and I tossed him over my shoulder and started walking out to the truck. Once I got outside the building I heard shouts and snatched an agent out of the air that came flying at me. "What the hell?" I asked and looked at him.

"It's Myers!" Was all that he had time to say before I dropped him on the ground and ran towards the truck. Now what trouble had that kid gotten into?!

Ta-da! Chapter one is ready for reviewers! Please review? You may notice I'm being nicer… Andi's made me promise to be nice and have no threats for the next 5 updates… *big eyes* I'm being good…right?

Thank you Dana… I'm trying this new tactic with her. She gets my home made chocolate chip cookies if she's nice and then I'll let her ride my best horse for once if she's good for the next 5 updates. *whispers* Please review so I can see this works…

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Dana & Andi