Disclaimer: If I owned Cats, I wouldn't be putting a disclaimer up, would I?
A/N: Okay, so now my story's going to get a little suspenseful. Should be fun, shouldn't it?
Blaise hadn't been able to get back to sleep. She felt bad for how she treated the "cat" earlier, but she was tired of random things happening. Blaise just wanted to forget everything that happened and start over. She wondered if she had even lied when she told Libby she hated her life. Blaise was comfortable with it, and didn't want to leave. But the look on the man's face told her she should have known something about him. Blaise didn't remember a thing, and it was frustrating to her. Laying on her back, Blaise resigned herself to staring at the ceiling. "I think I'm going crazy." Now she was talking to herself, which was a sign that perhaps she was, in fact, going insane.
Blaise rolled out of bed for the second time that night, and wondered into her bathroom. She was so tired her head was buzzing. But sleep wasn't going to happen, obviously, which would cause her to go into work tired, and she would get fired. Blaise was angry all over again, but said nothing. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Normally, she thought of herself as pretty. An average looking woman in her mid-twenties, who went out every so often with co-workers to go drinking after work. But right now, Blaise saw an exhausted woman, with limp and greasy hair, her eyes baggy from exhaustion. Her skin was pale from lack of sleep. Blaise couldn't bear to look at herself anymore, and splashed cold water on her face. It did nothing to wake her up or change her dull appearance.
When Blaise came back out of the bathroom, there was another figure laying on her bed. It wasn't the same cat from earlier; this one, Blaise could sense, was evil in every way possible. A shoe would do nothing in defense this time around. Blaise froze, and slowly lifted her arms in surrender. "Please don't hurt me." Her lip quivered. The cat stood up and waltzed toward her. A name popped into her head. "You're Macavity." Blaise said. She didn't know how she knew, but it felt right. The cat yowled angrily.
"My suspicions are correct then." Macavity said. "You shouldn't be allowed to know about our little secret." Blaise started backing herself back into the bathroom. The cat advanced toward her. Blaise lost all control of herself and screaming, ducked past him and ran out of her room. She could hear him following her. Racing downstairs, she ran through her living room and into the kitchen, were her phone was sitting. She grabbed it and started to dial 9-1-1 with shaking fingers. Blaise didn't expect the phone to be yanked out of her hand, and especially not broken into two pieces. Staring helplessly at the cat, she backed away again, mentally searching for a knife or some sort of weapon.
When Macavity advanced toward her again, he let out a little sing-song type laughter, with a little song to go along. "Macavity, Macavity, they call me the Hidden Paw..." He sang. Blaise dove sideways, grabbing her broom as she dove. She waved it in his direction, and he laughed again. "When they reach the scene of crime, Macavity's not there!" He half sang, half shouted as he dove for her again. Blaise felt the hair on the back of her neck rising. Rolling out of the way, she dropped the broom and crawled back toward the stairs, picking herself up into a run. The whole time, she was screaming as loud as she could for help.
"Help me someone!" Blaise's vision was blurry with tears. She had no idea where she was going, or even what she was screaming. "Libby, Quaxo, whoever you are, someone help!" Blaise ran into her guest bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind her. After shutting off the light, she climbed into the bathtub and closed the curtain. She forced herself to remain quiet, as she rocked back and forth. The only sound Blaise made now was panicked breathing. She could hear crashes and the sound of glass shattering from the story below, and Blaise shoved a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming.
"There's no need to hide, human!" His voice came from right outside the bathroom. "I can always find you." After a couple loud pounds, the door crashed to the floor, hitting the tub. Blaise let out a scream and jumped to her feet. The curtain was yanked off the bar, and Macavity grabbed her around her waist. "See, wasn't so bad." He hissed. Blaise fought and tried to escape his grasp. When he carried her down the stairs, Blaise could see exactly how much damage he had done to her house. It was in shambles!
"What did you do!?" Blaise demanded. She had worked too hard for that house. There was no way she could afford to rebuild it. When Macavity carried her out her front door, she could see a couple other humanoid cats waiting.
"Burn it." Was all Macavity said. Blaise felt the grip on her relax some. She was too paralyzed to run now. Her dreams, her life, her planning, was going up in flames. One of the other humanoid cats, a female apparently, approached Macavity. With one hand still gripping Blaise, he used his other hand to push this surprised female into the fire. "They'll think that's your body that died. You're dead to the human world now, and you're mine."
It was the last thing Blaise heard before she felt a sharp crack on the base of her skull, and then everything went dark.