A.N. This is my first 'CATS' story. (Lord knows I've only wanted to get one on Fan Fic.net since i first saw 'CATS') ^__^ I really hope you enjoy it ,this is a 'different' kind of 'CATS' story,but I think it is kinda cool hopfully you'll get the drift of it. This is my story plot ,the charactors don't belong to me,even though i wish Misto did! ^__^ Ta Ta for now y'all! Review please!
Beddy-Bye Time By: Angelus Serene
Chapter One:
Victoria softly breathed the words slowly,savoring their taste on her pinks lips. She felt the hairs on her back tingle as she watched the falmes of the candles dance in the evening air of the costside.
Her shadow and those of rocks and the ocean's waves danced along with them on the plaster white lighthouse walls.
She light the last blood red candle she had with her as she whisper the last of the 'casting' spell.
"Lady,blessed be this circle,cast out the evil,bring in the good,show me what i need,show me what you would."
Her eyes closed softly letting the wind speak to her,she mumbled with them in the old tounge.
The waves crashed against the shore for many an hour,till she finally went inside the lighthouse.
Closing the door behind her and locking the golden deadbolt on the red door she smiled to herself as she turned on the light.
The glass and crystal fictures she had collected over the years glimmered withen her room.
It's peach colored walls played with the shadow of the fan, being cast upon it by the silver and white candles scattered about the floor and dressers.
Sunntering over to her cherry wood dresser,she picked up her drawing tablet,and pen,and quietly clicked the raido on to the local Country station,currently playing 'Strawberry Wine' by Diana Carter,or whatever her name was.
Quickly hopping onto her bed and opening her tablet to a fresh sheet of paper she began to draw,doodle and dream.
With the basic foundation of the picture drawn, she rested it back upon the dresser, sliding off her black cotton flared pants she slide beneth the quiltin covers of her bed.
The feather comforter soon warmed up as she turned the lights off with a simple murmur . The celtic symbols upon her covers shimmered in soft candle light as their owner drifted off to sleep.
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Mistoffeles sipped the cup of hot choclate again,trying,this time,not to burn his tounge.
No such luck. He sighed running a hand through his midnight black hair that currently reached past his shoulders.
Unable to sleep ,he had made the drink in order to help him to go into slumber,but it simply refused to cool down enough.
He needed his rest,tomorrow was going to be a big day.
He slipped silently into his room ,taking the mug of hot chocolate with him,he sat down on the edge of his bed ,the white sheets were warm still,and he decidedto open the window and then take advantage of the warmth.
He always found it easier to sleep when the room was cold.
Scooting over to the window sill ,he opened it as its wood creaked with age.
He decided to make a mental note to himself about repainting it .
Sliding beneth the sheets of white,and quilts of blue he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
He could see his breath. That was the plan.
Twisting a turning with about five pillows on each side he finally got comfortable.
Listening to the wind howl and mourn he frowned,but luckily the north wind carressed his face and sent him off to the dreamland he needed.
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(In the morning)
Victoria yawned as she walked down the sidewalk.
People bussled,and hussled about this friday morning ,nodding and smiling hellos to her as she walked past bundled up in a red wool turtle neck sweater,and a irish plaid skirt and a pair of black boots on her feet.
A peach colored scarf adorned her neck,and a french buray hat ,rested atop her head of long black curly wringlets,the thick loose curls fell to her lower back,which currently tiped off she wasn't from england itself.
Her aburn eyes flickered with slight amusment at the little girls playing jump rope in the conor of the square. One with blond pigtails was trying her hardest to not trip or fall when the rope hit her in mid-jump,but try as she might she just couldn't get it right.
Victoria giggled softly at the small brunet trying to teach her the 'right' way to do it,but it seemed her way wasn't working either.
Victoria shook her head and kept on walking past the throngs of people.
Her eyes studied the dismal corners and foggy roadways of this english town with dismay. She missed her dear old Ireland,with its stone fences and ruines,its rolling hills and feild of leprachan green,the ilse was her home and it always would be.
No matter how many times uncle Skimble would pull her away to england on his constant journeys.
Sighing softly as she neared her destination ,her eyes narrowed resting a hand where her skirt and sweater met she halted in mid step glanceing around and through the people ,to see what they couldn't see,and to see if he was there.
Letting her hand relax and her eyes return to normal she continued walking down the cobblestoned sidewalk untill she reached an old shop.
The dusty thing had to be ancient ,the aura around it explained its past well enough,murder,death,life,happiness,joy,it was quite a site.
Altough the scarlet letters outlined in gold were fading ,and the wooden sign creeked in the wind ,she decided it was quite in good shape for its age.
"Miss Annas' Teahouse for Fae Folk." the sign read,confirming that she was in the right place.
But at the right time? She didn't know,didnt even care really.
Turning the knob she entered the small shop,sniffing the soggy smug air that filled the cramped space, she felt like gagging.
"Fae folk teahouse indeed!" she cursed choking on the air.
"No decent Faeries would come here ,unless they wanted to choke to death!"
"Where the hell are you unlce Skimble?" Victoria cursed again pounding her way across the dim lighted shop,past the dusty tea tables and cups of glass, and the old wooden bar to a door of oak wood .
Opeaning the door in a an angry flush,she threw a white ivory toped dagger, she carried where her skirt and sweater met, into the room growling,as it dug itself deep into an old wooden table.
Seated around the table were a few people,which now had a shocked look on their faces ,and one,a female, had even screamed,a man with reddish orange hair smiled at Victoria.
"Ah! Earlier then i thought lass,welcome."
"Uncle Skimbleshanks ,this place its absolutly horrible!"
Victoria yelled out.
"Oh hush,it'll have to do ,i know you'd rather have the air of Ireland but we need you here!" The red haired Irish man glowered at her slamming his hands down on the table before him making the single candle upon it flicker.
"Now sit down and behave lass so i can introduce you to our allies!"
Victoria's feet softly pattered across the floor to the table,her face contained a stern look and she never let her aburn eyes lave the emerald green ones of her uncle.
With a swift movement her hand gripped the ivory handel og her dagger and slowly she sliced the wooden table down the side smoothly braking it in half .
A few gasps were heard as the plates of food shattered to the floor and the candle flickered out.
Muttering a few words the whole room lit up and a chair came behind Victoria and she sat down putting the dagger back where it was in the first place.
"Uncle," she spoke softly "don't threaten me ."
"You ,my dear , are too much like me ." skimble replied sitting back down and smiling at his neice.
"Now," he stated ,"only one is missing but that is alright,he lives farther away then all of you."
" On with the introductions Skimbleshanks ," said a coky voice from a crazy haired man,who was obviously the egotistical type,"I haven't got all day."
Victoria glared at the man,telling him to shut up,his hair was reason enough to keep quiet,the mans hair was a dark brown that went to a lighter brown and then a bleach blond all in differnt spots on his head.
"Oh forgive us 'Great One' for delaying one of your dates!" hissed a saucy black haired woman with deep bood red highlights staining her striaght ,shoulder length hair.
"Enough Bomb. cationed a deep baritone voice ,that made Victorias neck hairs stand on end,belonging to a tall man with a leather jacket ,white tee-shirt ,and dirty blue jeans on. His hair was tied in a briad that was flung over his shoulder,it was a silvery color ,and his smile made Victoria shudder .
"So ," spoke the man ,"Skimble this is your neice you've been telling us about eh?"
"Yes this is Victoria ,spell it with a 'k' if you want to be on her good side for your entire life." Skimble chuckled nodding towards Victoria who was simply crossing her legs and leaning back in the chair.
"Ah , she has inherited your good looks Skimbleshanks !" spoke a smaller female holding hands with the other one , her hair was black and shoulder cut with golden highlights,that matched her nails and eyes.
"Ah no! That credit goes to her mother ." Skimble sighed smiling softly at Victoria.
"She was the prettist girl in the Ilse."
The silver haired man took Victorias hand and kissed the top of it .
"Pleasure,M'lady ,I am Munkustrap,you may call me Munku if you wish."
His eyes were blue ,she noted.
"Blue eyed men ,mostly are of valor." she replied to him returing her hand to her lap.
Munku smiled slightly relieved she even spoke to him ,he had been told she was cold often to people she didn't know,males mostly.
"Victoria,this is Lady Bombalurina ,and Miss Demeter,they know more about him then anyone."
"I see ," Victoria replied nodding,"more that were forced to be 'slaves' for him."
Demeters head cowered but Bombalurina kept her eyes on Victoria and smiled.
"I remember you deary,you helped us escape ,you killed the gaurd."
Victoria nodded returning the smile"Twas my pleasure."
"And this is Rum Tum Tugger ," Skimble motioned towards the spiky haired man.
"Also known as the egotistical prick !" hissed Bomb at the man.
"Ha ha very funny !" cursed Tugger.
A loud bang ,then some stumbling footsteps were herd.
Victoria in a swift movement spun around ,dagger in hand to face the intruder.
"Hey ! Whats with the dagger geez!" said a man walking past Victoria and laying a large black suitcase on the table.
"Ah,and this, Victoria ,is Mistoffeles,the greatest wizard of his time."
Victoria glared at the man in the black leather trench coat ,combat boots,baggyblack pants and black tee-shirt.
His hair was a midnight black, shining indigo in the rooms lighting,his deep bown eyes searched her as well ,his shoulder legth hair hung loosely and he smiled at her softly .
"A wiccan i persume ,and a dancer if im correct ." He replied glanceing towards a chuckling Skimble.
"Aye,still as sharp as ever Mistoff,now onto business."
"Victoria ,you have been assigned to take Bombalurina,Demeter,Mistoffeles,and Munkustrap,into your home, I'll be taking Tugger and the rest of 'em into the station."
"With that big Lighthouse,you'll have plenty of room."
Victoria nodded.
As they walked out,and back to the lighthouse,Victorias mind drifted back to the girls playing jumprope,and a smile spread across her lips as she walked across the street with the others trailing behing her.
"Wish me luck mother." she thought to herself .
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A.N. Well that's the end of Chapter 1 . How did you like it? Well please,review and tell me, comments and questions always welcome. Any ideas for romance?
Or did you already figure out the ones I'm gonna have? ^__^
Chapter 2 will be up soon ,so wait for it!
Beddy-Bye Time By: Angelus Serene
Chapter One:
Victoria softly breathed the words slowly,savoring their taste on her pinks lips. She felt the hairs on her back tingle as she watched the falmes of the candles dance in the evening air of the costside.
Her shadow and those of rocks and the ocean's waves danced along with them on the plaster white lighthouse walls.
She light the last blood red candle she had with her as she whisper the last of the 'casting' spell.
"Lady,blessed be this circle,cast out the evil,bring in the good,show me what i need,show me what you would."
Her eyes closed softly letting the wind speak to her,she mumbled with them in the old tounge.
The waves crashed against the shore for many an hour,till she finally went inside the lighthouse.
Closing the door behind her and locking the golden deadbolt on the red door she smiled to herself as she turned on the light.
The glass and crystal fictures she had collected over the years glimmered withen her room.
It's peach colored walls played with the shadow of the fan, being cast upon it by the silver and white candles scattered about the floor and dressers.
Sunntering over to her cherry wood dresser,she picked up her drawing tablet,and pen,and quietly clicked the raido on to the local Country station,currently playing 'Strawberry Wine' by Diana Carter,or whatever her name was.
Quickly hopping onto her bed and opening her tablet to a fresh sheet of paper she began to draw,doodle and dream.
With the basic foundation of the picture drawn, she rested it back upon the dresser, sliding off her black cotton flared pants she slide beneth the quiltin covers of her bed.
The feather comforter soon warmed up as she turned the lights off with a simple murmur . The celtic symbols upon her covers shimmered in soft candle light as their owner drifted off to sleep.
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Mistoffeles sipped the cup of hot choclate again,trying,this time,not to burn his tounge.
No such luck. He sighed running a hand through his midnight black hair that currently reached past his shoulders.
Unable to sleep ,he had made the drink in order to help him to go into slumber,but it simply refused to cool down enough.
He needed his rest,tomorrow was going to be a big day.
He slipped silently into his room ,taking the mug of hot chocolate with him,he sat down on the edge of his bed ,the white sheets were warm still,and he decidedto open the window and then take advantage of the warmth.
He always found it easier to sleep when the room was cold.
Scooting over to the window sill ,he opened it as its wood creaked with age.
He decided to make a mental note to himself about repainting it .
Sliding beneth the sheets of white,and quilts of blue he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
He could see his breath. That was the plan.
Twisting a turning with about five pillows on each side he finally got comfortable.
Listening to the wind howl and mourn he frowned,but luckily the north wind carressed his face and sent him off to the dreamland he needed.
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(In the morning)
Victoria yawned as she walked down the sidewalk.
People bussled,and hussled about this friday morning ,nodding and smiling hellos to her as she walked past bundled up in a red wool turtle neck sweater,and a irish plaid skirt and a pair of black boots on her feet.
A peach colored scarf adorned her neck,and a french buray hat ,rested atop her head of long black curly wringlets,the thick loose curls fell to her lower back,which currently tiped off she wasn't from england itself.
Her aburn eyes flickered with slight amusment at the little girls playing jump rope in the conor of the square. One with blond pigtails was trying her hardest to not trip or fall when the rope hit her in mid-jump,but try as she might she just couldn't get it right.
Victoria giggled softly at the small brunet trying to teach her the 'right' way to do it,but it seemed her way wasn't working either.
Victoria shook her head and kept on walking past the throngs of people.
Her eyes studied the dismal corners and foggy roadways of this english town with dismay. She missed her dear old Ireland,with its stone fences and ruines,its rolling hills and feild of leprachan green,the ilse was her home and it always would be.
No matter how many times uncle Skimble would pull her away to england on his constant journeys.
Sighing softly as she neared her destination ,her eyes narrowed resting a hand where her skirt and sweater met she halted in mid step glanceing around and through the people ,to see what they couldn't see,and to see if he was there.
Letting her hand relax and her eyes return to normal she continued walking down the cobblestoned sidewalk untill she reached an old shop.
The dusty thing had to be ancient ,the aura around it explained its past well enough,murder,death,life,happiness,joy,it was quite a site.
Altough the scarlet letters outlined in gold were fading ,and the wooden sign creeked in the wind ,she decided it was quite in good shape for its age.
"Miss Annas' Teahouse for Fae Folk." the sign read,confirming that she was in the right place.
But at the right time? She didn't know,didnt even care really.
Turning the knob she entered the small shop,sniffing the soggy smug air that filled the cramped space, she felt like gagging.
"Fae folk teahouse indeed!" she cursed choking on the air.
"No decent Faeries would come here ,unless they wanted to choke to death!"
"Where the hell are you unlce Skimble?" Victoria cursed again pounding her way across the dim lighted shop,past the dusty tea tables and cups of glass, and the old wooden bar to a door of oak wood .
Opeaning the door in a an angry flush,she threw a white ivory toped dagger, she carried where her skirt and sweater met, into the room growling,as it dug itself deep into an old wooden table.
Seated around the table were a few people,which now had a shocked look on their faces ,and one,a female, had even screamed,a man with reddish orange hair smiled at Victoria.
"Ah! Earlier then i thought lass,welcome."
"Uncle Skimbleshanks ,this place its absolutly horrible!"
Victoria yelled out.
"Oh hush,it'll have to do ,i know you'd rather have the air of Ireland but we need you here!" The red haired Irish man glowered at her slamming his hands down on the table before him making the single candle upon it flicker.
"Now sit down and behave lass so i can introduce you to our allies!"
Victoria's feet softly pattered across the floor to the table,her face contained a stern look and she never let her aburn eyes lave the emerald green ones of her uncle.
With a swift movement her hand gripped the ivory handel og her dagger and slowly she sliced the wooden table down the side smoothly braking it in half .
A few gasps were heard as the plates of food shattered to the floor and the candle flickered out.
Muttering a few words the whole room lit up and a chair came behind Victoria and she sat down putting the dagger back where it was in the first place.
"Uncle," she spoke softly "don't threaten me ."
"You ,my dear , are too much like me ." skimble replied sitting back down and smiling at his neice.
"Now," he stated ,"only one is missing but that is alright,he lives farther away then all of you."
" On with the introductions Skimbleshanks ," said a coky voice from a crazy haired man,who was obviously the egotistical type,"I haven't got all day."
Victoria glared at the man,telling him to shut up,his hair was reason enough to keep quiet,the mans hair was a dark brown that went to a lighter brown and then a bleach blond all in differnt spots on his head.
"Oh forgive us 'Great One' for delaying one of your dates!" hissed a saucy black haired woman with deep bood red highlights staining her striaght ,shoulder length hair.
"Enough Bomb. cationed a deep baritone voice ,that made Victorias neck hairs stand on end,belonging to a tall man with a leather jacket ,white tee-shirt ,and dirty blue jeans on. His hair was tied in a briad that was flung over his shoulder,it was a silvery color ,and his smile made Victoria shudder .
"So ," spoke the man ,"Skimble this is your neice you've been telling us about eh?"
"Yes this is Victoria ,spell it with a 'k' if you want to be on her good side for your entire life." Skimble chuckled nodding towards Victoria who was simply crossing her legs and leaning back in the chair.
"Ah , she has inherited your good looks Skimbleshanks !" spoke a smaller female holding hands with the other one , her hair was black and shoulder cut with golden highlights,that matched her nails and eyes.
"Ah no! That credit goes to her mother ." Skimble sighed smiling softly at Victoria.
"She was the prettist girl in the Ilse."
The silver haired man took Victorias hand and kissed the top of it .
"Pleasure,M'lady ,I am Munkustrap,you may call me Munku if you wish."
His eyes were blue ,she noted.
"Blue eyed men ,mostly are of valor." she replied to him returing her hand to her lap.
Munku smiled slightly relieved she even spoke to him ,he had been told she was cold often to people she didn't know,males mostly.
"Victoria,this is Lady Bombalurina ,and Miss Demeter,they know more about him then anyone."
"I see ," Victoria replied nodding,"more that were forced to be 'slaves' for him."
Demeters head cowered but Bombalurina kept her eyes on Victoria and smiled.
"I remember you deary,you helped us escape ,you killed the gaurd."
Victoria nodded returning the smile"Twas my pleasure."
"And this is Rum Tum Tugger ," Skimble motioned towards the spiky haired man.
"Also known as the egotistical prick !" hissed Bomb at the man.
"Ha ha very funny !" cursed Tugger.
A loud bang ,then some stumbling footsteps were herd.
Victoria in a swift movement spun around ,dagger in hand to face the intruder.
"Hey ! Whats with the dagger geez!" said a man walking past Victoria and laying a large black suitcase on the table.
"Ah,and this, Victoria ,is Mistoffeles,the greatest wizard of his time."
Victoria glared at the man in the black leather trench coat ,combat boots,baggyblack pants and black tee-shirt.
His hair was a midnight black, shining indigo in the rooms lighting,his deep bown eyes searched her as well ,his shoulder legth hair hung loosely and he smiled at her softly .
"A wiccan i persume ,and a dancer if im correct ." He replied glanceing towards a chuckling Skimble.
"Aye,still as sharp as ever Mistoff,now onto business."
"Victoria ,you have been assigned to take Bombalurina,Demeter,Mistoffeles,and Munkustrap,into your home, I'll be taking Tugger and the rest of 'em into the station."
"With that big Lighthouse,you'll have plenty of room."
Victoria nodded.
As they walked out,and back to the lighthouse,Victorias mind drifted back to the girls playing jumprope,and a smile spread across her lips as she walked across the street with the others trailing behing her.
"Wish me luck mother." she thought to herself .
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A.N. Well that's the end of Chapter 1 . How did you like it? Well please,review and tell me, comments and questions always welcome. Any ideas for romance?
Or did you already figure out the ones I'm gonna have? ^__^
Chapter 2 will be up soon ,so wait for it!