The hot wind of Cataka brushed Calico's fur and flushed her cheeks. She was in the forest; insects fluttered in the depths of the trees and she could smell thousands of other animals watching her. Her favorite hot spring was in front of her, bubbling and steaming. Cal stripped off her clothes and left them lying on the plush ground.

Cal stepped into the boiling water. She cupped her hands under the water several times and poured it over her head. Droplets of water raced down her back and bare chest as her tail flicked under the surface, creating small waves. A grove of huge trumpet flowers hung over the spring. Calico reached a calm hand into the flower and pulled out a clump of sweet-smelling wax. The wax melted from the heat into a soft gel, which she then traced and swirled in her hair.

There was large ripple in the water; someone had joined her. Cal turned to see Pavel Chekov wading towards her. She reached out a hand a stroked the smooth flesh of his cheek. They smiled.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder pounded through the trees. But it wasn't thunder. What appeared dozens of Catakan Warriors reveled themselves in the sunlight.

"TRAITOR!" They growled. Cal tried to scream but her mouth was covered with the claws of another cat. They pulled her and Pavel from the water.

"Brock?" Cal cried as she saw the tall alpha male push Pavel to his knees onto the ground. Tears so hot they burned ran down Cal's cheeks; she cried out in pure pain.

Four warriors held Cal down to the ground. She tried with all her might to break from their grip but to no avail. This didn't make sense; she could break anyone's grip. Brock took out a large spear from the saddle of his steed. He got closer and closer to Pavel with the sharp spear.

"NO! Please, stop! Let him go! NO! NO!" Cal tried to roar and scream but no sound came from her throat. Blood started to run down her face from where the hot tears had burned through her skin. The drums started to beat which meant sacrifice. Bloody sacrifice.

Within seconds, the spear was released. It sliced like a knife in soft butter through the ensign's chest. Cal screamed at the top of her lungs. It was too much for her.

Calico awoke screaming in her cocoon on the Enterprise. She touched her cheeks; they were actually bleeding. Cal fell to the floor, she was cold and her whole body was shaking. Her heart pounded against her chest, if she didn't calm down, Cal was going to have a heart attack. Finally, she managed to stumble into the bathroom. Cal turned on the water. She ran her hands under the stream and splashed her face and neck. Her face burned. She looked up into the mirror and screamed again.

In the mirror a black she-cat with red glowing eyes stared at her. It's face was scared and mangled. Cal touched the glass and the 'reflection' did the same. The pure darkness of her reflection's fur made her heart fell suddenly hollow, as if it had, itself, torn it away.

"What are you?" Cal asked shakily.

It hissed an answer. "I'm you, Cal."

"No, that's impossible." She stood back.

"But here I am," it managed to chuckle like frying acid.

"What are you?" Cal asked again.

"Fine, if I must spell it out, I am Draca."

"Blood Hunter?" Cal translated the name from the language of her home world.

"Exactly," the black cat in the mirror grinned. Its teeth were large and pointed, nothing like Calico had ever seen. "Do you remember all the anger and frustration you kept bottled up all these years? Well, here I am."

"An emotion cannot become a personality."

"Oh my God, I can't believe I've been living in your head."

"Why are you talking to me?" Fear had suddenly overwhelmed Calico. She knew the answer.

"Do I really need to answer that? You gave it up! The only thing that was holding me back in that pretty little brain of yours, and you gave to that alien kit!"

"But if I hadn't-"

"You wouldn't be seeing me!" Draca suddenly roared. "Now, you listen to me, bitch, you've broken the wall. You've released me and now I'm here." The cat raked her nasty, bloody claws on the other side of the glass and began talking in an evil whisper. "You will crack, Calico. You will crack like a fragile shell when you do, I'll take over, and you'll be on my side of the mirror. Then, I will kill every man, woman, and child aboard this worthless ship and make you watch from in here." Draca pointed to her skull. "And I think I'll start with your little mate. Pavel was it? He's all you think about."

"Get out of my head!" Cal roared.

Draca just laughed. "It's a little late for that! You are nothing but a pathetic, murderous, monster, just like your people thought you were! Let go, Calico! Taste the sweet blood of the innocent and drink in the power! Let me take your place!"

"I'm not the monster! You are!"

"But who was the one that created me? Face it! I am you! Welcome to Hell; population you and only you!"

Calico screamed in pain as her cheeks and eyes started burn again. The pain was so intense her knees buckled; she gripped the sink, leaving cracks from her claws.

"Do you feel that? The pain's only going to get worse the longer you hold me back!" Draca's ugly, broken face got closer to Cal's; blood began to drip into the dish. "Oh, and remember what I said about killing your little 'family.' I am going to do it very slowly, and painfully. I want to see the look in the Captain's eyes when he watches the kitty he trusted rip the very life out of his own crew."

Cal screamed and which all the strength she could pull out, she struck the glass with her fist. The image of Draca shattered into millions of pieces. Tiny shards rained down and cut Cal's right hand and arm. She looked down and tried to scream but nothing came. The scars on her arm started to stitch together but this time it was different. The scars were pure black; Draca's venom, Cal's venom, was leaking out right before her eyes. Cal's heart crashed against her chest and her breathing became heavy. Her body heaved and she cried harder than she had ever cried in her life. "No, no, no..." Calico fell on the pile on glass shards. Her vision blurred. "No, please, no..."