Chapter 1
…Everybody's Pickin' up on That Feline Beat…
The patrol had found their way to Greenleaf Cemetery.
They found a pair of Mishawka demons fighting over a box of kittens.
Cordelia had tried to help them keep the peace and asked if they would not mind splitting the share down the middle.
The demons had wanted to literally split the kittens in half, but Amy had talked them out of it.
They had just split the cute little bundles of fluff up nearly evenly into two boxes when there was one left, a little female calico.
The pair began to argue once more on who would get the final kitten.
Cordelia had finally stopped the fight one last time and said that the Scoobies were taking the kitten and that if they did not like it, they could take it up with the Slayers tomorrow night.
After the mention of the Slayers, the demons had left in a very speedy manner, each carrying a box of their own mewling kittens.
Unseen by the group, a figure in a black leather outfit nearly invisible in the darkness stood watching them from the sidelines.
The small hunter group, consisting of Cordelia Chase, Amy Madison and Daniel Osborne, headed toward the standard rendezvous point at Mulholland Park.
"So what do you think they wanted the kittens for?" Amy asked as she stroked the calico's soft fur with her chin.
"Maybe they use them to bet when they play poker," Oz said thoughtfully as he walked along with his friends.
"Oh, ew," Cordy frowned in disgust, "I so don't want to think about demons using cats as anti."
"That's just wrong," Amy said as she tried to wrap her head around that idea.
"HG2, come in," the trio heard through the sub-vocal communicators in their ears.
"Yeah," the transgenic said as she tapped her own ear.
"We need you at Number 9," came Jonathon's hasty reply.
"Well, I guess there's no rest for the weary," Cordelia said as the hunters headed to the cemetery none the wiser that they were being followed.
…Idle Hands…
The group ran toward the cemetery where they knew the first hunter group was patrolling.
Cordelia, being faster than the others, ran ahead.
As they reached the clearing in the center of the cemetery, Amy and Oz skidded to a halt in stunned silence.
Xander and the others were covered in a multitude of severed hands, climbing, scratching and clambering blindly for purchase on their clothes.
Willow and Jonathon held large, magically created hammers and were pounding hands into the ground if any came close to them.
Cordelia rushed forward to pull hands off of her boyfriend, but when she threw them away from her in disgust, they would either head back to Xander or begin to climb up her own clothes.
Crawling Claws were never fun at parties no matter who said they were.
So that the small kitten would not get hurt, Amy placed it in a deep pocket in the flowing skirt she wore.
Then, transfiguring a baseball bat from a string from her loose fitting skirt, Amy handed it to the werewolf. She then conjured another one for herself.
"Batter up?" the brunette witch called to the others.
Cordelia Chase laughed as she pulled one of the tricky little buggers off of her clothes and tossed it over to the pair.
Oz smirked as he swung his bat and the undead hand sailed through the air and splattered against the side of a tombstone.
The others worked together to pull every last one of the creepy little hands off the transgenics and sent them over for handball.
