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Chapter 1: "Excuse me, too busy writing your tragedies" –Frou Frou

I pulled my coat closer to myself as I walked down a suburban sidewalk. It was a chilly September evening, and wind whipped scarlet and coffee colored leaves through the air. The sky was a deep midnight purple, and the air smelled of pumpkin pie. I smiled to myself. Fall was a good season. Senior year in high school had just started, and everyone's hopes were high, including mine. I was 18 and had my whole life to live.

I was walking from my friend's house because we had been working on a French project together. Luckily, we only lived about five minutes from each other, and I loved walking. When I arrived home, I unlocked the door with the key in my pocket, and went inside. The house was pitch black, and I immediately turned on the lights. My parents were on a business trip, as always, so I was home alone; they were rarely home at all. I went upstairs to my room, seeking the shower. As I went into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me. White blonde hair that went down to my belly button in shaggy layers, pale skin, pale blue eyes, dark lashes. I was five feet tall. Short and proud.

I quickly took a shower, feeling the hot water cascade over me, relaxing my muscles. When I got out, I put on a simple black v-neck t- shirt with dark jeans and white vans, thinking I would go on just one more walk. I grabbed a sweatshirt and headed out. It was nighttime now, but the bright streetlights prevented me from seeing any stars. I was pondering what it would be like without streetlamps when I heard cruel laughter coming from the little park near my house. Quietly, I crept up to where I could see what was happening. Two boys, about 13 years old, were terrorizing a black cat. The poor creature kept hissing, but the boys held on firmly to its tail. They had smeared what looked like peanut butter all over its fur.

I was pissed. They had no right to treat the cat that way. "Oy, sissy boys!" I yelled. They turned their beady little heads to look at me. I gave them my death glare. "Leave. The. Cat. Alone. Now." I guess they thought it wasn't worth arguing with me, because they just left, running off into the night. The cat stayed where it was and looked up at me. "Let's get you home and give you some food, and clean that nasty ass peanut butter off." I gently picked it up and carried it home.

Back in the kitchen of my house, I set out some food and milk for the cat. It ate it all, then looked at me. I took a paper towel and started cleaning the peanut butter off its fur. I smiled when I got most of it off. I was thinking about what I should do with the cat when it spoke in a deep voice. "My name is Pyewackett. Thank you for saving me from those horrid creatures and their awful acts." It gave a look of disgust at the mention of the two boys. "I am in debt to you. In return for your actions, I will grant you one wish." It started licking its paw.

I just stood there, hardly believing my ears. This cat was talking. In front of me. Talking. I figured this was just some strange dream, so I kept my cool. I thought about what wish I would have, all the while laughing inside because I knew it must be a dream. "Okay, Pyewackett, my name is Ophira Lafleur. And as for my wish…I wish I had wings on my back that I could use to fly." Pyewackett frowned a bit, or as much as a cat could frown.

"That, my dear, is possible. But you will experience…other changes besides sprouting wings. You will have to change into a completely different species, called doves."

Now it was my turn to frown. "I really don't want to be a complete bird-"

"No, no, no" Pyewackett cut me off. "Doves, the species I am referring to, are like humans with wings. They are immortal, but still have their souls. The only thing is that they are all old women. None of the doves are young looking. So, if I change you, will be the first young dove. You will of course remain young and will live until somebody kills you. Your body will heal cuts, bruises, bites, and minor wounds within an hour. If someone were to pierce you heart, however, you would die."

I shook off that last sentence. "So doves are a species different than humans? Are there other things that are like humans but are different?"

"Yes, there are also vampires, warlocks, werewolves, species like that."

"Okay, good to know…"

"Do you still want your wish?"

Since this was all clearly just a dream, I decided to go for it. "Alright, I'll be a dove. Change me into one. I get to keep my soul, so I'm all for it-" I was cut off again, this time because of a sharp pain in my upper back. It felt like something sleek was ripping out of my spine. I was dizzy from the pain. But…this was all a dream…right? A sensation of white-hot pain coursed through my back and body as I heard the sound of skin ripping. I screamed, and fell to the floor. This is no dream, I thought. I looked up to see Pyewackett nudge glass of water over to me. I had no idea how that cat got it, but I drank it greedily and gasped for air. Then, it was just darkness.

When I awoke, I felt groggy. The pain was over, and I could think clearly. I could feel clearly… Wait a second…I can feel things attached to by back…and oh shit I can move them. What the hell have I just done?

Pyewackett spoke first. "You were out for about an hour because you fainted from the pain. The transformation is complete. Go ahead and try out you wings." He grinned a cat smile, but there was only kindness in it. I stood up on shaky feet, and stretched out what I thought were my wings. I looked in a mirror. Each wing was about 4 feet long and 2 feet wide. They were a deep gray color. I touched them gingerly with my fingers. They felt like regular feathers. I looked at my back. It was bloody, but was healing quickly. My shirt was in tatters in the back. I turned around quickly to smile at Pyewackett when I accidentally smashed a glass vase with one of my wings. A cut formed, and red blood dripped onto smoke colored feathers. I winced. "Do not worry about that scratch, it will heal within 5 minutes. 'Tis very small."

"Pyewackett…this is amazing. Thank you so much. I can finally fly, something I've always wanted to experience as a child." Tears almost sprang to my eyes I was so happy. I flew around my house, testing my wings.

"Um…. Ophira…"

"Yes?"

"There is one minor detail I forgot to mention before you transformed…"

I looked at Pyewackett. There was only honest guilt in his eyes, no conniving evil. "And what may that be?" I asked cautiously.

He looked at me nervously. "Well, you see, there, uh, really aren't any doves anymore. They have all been killed for their sweet tasting blood." I looked at him, still confused. "You, Ophira, are a dove. You are the prey. And the predators are vampires."