The next morning Fasha woke up with tears and drool on her favorite goose feather pillow. She wondered what the dream she had could have been about. Then she remembered. Kitty missing. The guy from the alley. Scorpion. She had no idea what any of it had to do with each other. The dark girl rose from her tomb and began to make breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and waffles.
She noticed kitty had yet to return but didn't think much more on it. She ate, washed her dishes, and went to the window. She loved sitting by the window and feel the late autumn breeze flowing through. After about fifteen minutes of good quiet time she decided to read her book. That didn't last long. As always she became bored when Kitty wasn't around. Sometimes she wanted to just yell at her for leaving and not coming back for days at a time. It was just plain unfair.
She finally decided to go search for her. On the bar was her overly sized jacket, perfect for hiding her wings. She grabbed it, pulled it on, and headed out the door. She had no idea what she was about to find.
Fasha retraced her steps from last night. Around the block and to the left she reached the alley of Kitty's second feeding. She looked in shock. There, sitting in the grime and dirt of the alley, was Kitty's favorite shirt. She would never leave it behind. Her mind began to race. She thought of all the worst possible things that could have happened.
She thought of calling the cops. That was an automatic no. It would be an adventure all right. She could see it now, "Yes sir, you heard right. A girl with cat ears and a tail has gone missing. How, you ask? She was feeding off of a human boy and….What was that? Oh yes I said human. She needs blood to live; well anyway she was feeding and went missing." A disaster waiting to happen.
Then she remembered her cell phone. "Yes! I can call her and ask where she is!" Her hands shook as she dialed the number that she knew by heart. It rang twice before someone answered. "Oh thank the Gods you are ok! Kitty, where are you?" Then her blood ran cold.
A man answered, "This is Evra. Can I help you?" His voice shook, as if he was laughing.
Fasha growled in rage. "Where is Kitty? How did you get her phone? And who the hell are you? If you hurt her I swear I will hunt you down and kill you!" She was beyond angry now, she was straight pissed.
The man sounded angry now, "Kitty is mine now. There is nothing you can do. I advise you hang up now. It won't do you any good. The phone is broken, so don't call again."
Then Fasha heard exactly what she didn't want to hear, an empty phone line. At this she threw her phone and it crashed against the brick wall. She slumped down and began to cry, hard raking sobs. There really was nothing she could do.