Disclaimer: Sue me and I will sick my boyfriend on you. (He has an uncanny
resemblance to Vicious, only he has black hair... its really weird.)
A/N: Okay kiddies, I am sorry sorry sorry sorry and sorry times infinity for not getting this up sooner. Instead of just listing excuses, I shall just let you read my story. Oh! Wait! No! Okay, there was this one part in chapter two that had three reasons why Natasia couldn't sleep. Number three she 'would worry about when the time came'. There are two options for that. The first one would be my friend's idea. Natasia went into heat. That would be pretty funny. Or, she was getting ready to die because of her biological kitty-human clock-thing.
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Natasia sat in the middle of a large pile of pictures next to the near empty box. She was still sifting through the last of the photographs, as the moonlight that had been coming in through the small window was now a fiery red-orange color.
She had only found a few good pictures of people she knew, most being Vicious, Julia, Gren or Spike. Some she had pocketed, others she had torn. She had found a few pictures where she had been beside the person taking pictures. She had learned not to get in pictures; they could see her with it. Since her bracelets were made to work with light and cameras had a flash, it made a blurry picture with her image. She had made that mistake only once before. Her drink also hadn't been finished at all during the night and it sat next to her half full, warm, and slowly tipping as a pile of pictures began pushing it over.
She came across a certain picture that she remembered being taken, a sad smile turned hostile as she shredded about the ninetieth photograph. The same snapshots; they had been all the same. It was just Julia and Spike in the picture, both staring almost lovingly at each other, at the same time trying to be inconspicuous about it.
Julia and Spike were the reason she had to leave Vicious and try to make it on her own. Vicious became so angry...
She sniffed back her tears after remembering Vicious coming home after finding out about his best friend and his girlfriend of about two years, then leaving and having to live on her own wherever she could. If Natasia ever went to hell, it wouldn't be as bad.
A slight wetness on her leg snapped her out of her thoughts. "Shit!" The drink spilled and the color on the pictures instantly began to dissipate and the dye became a puddle on all of the photographs. Natasia stood and began trying to clean it up but found it very difficult to clean it with nothing but her hands and picture paper. (A/N: What he hell?? Picture paper?? Gewd god...)
Crap... double crap... good god if Vicious came in now, saw her with his pictures and then all of them RUINED.
Beginning to panic, she began just picking them up and stuffing them into the box, ignoring the fact that everything was wet. She heard shuffling in a few rooms across (a/n: super-sensitive cat hearing ^_^), realizing she was about to get into a hell of a lot of trouble. Natasia shoved the rest of them in the box and got out of the little room, closing the door tightly behind her.
The lack of sleep began catching up to Natasia as she walked to the kitchen where she had heard some noise. She yawned largely and exposed her fangs, stretching her arms and tail. She should have slept at least a little bit...
Coming into the room, she saw Vicious with a shot glass full of something, shirtless with only a pair of flannel bed pants. (a/n: *drool* Oh! Story, right...) He set his glass down and looked at her coldly.
"Where have you been?"
Inside, Natasia was slightly freaking out, but she merely yawned and avoided his gaze. "I was looking out around the yard. Precautions."
He turned and walked toward the front of the house where the stairs were, presumably to his room. "You're paranoid," fallowed him down the hall.
Natasia let out a sigh of relief. She didn't know how he would react if he knew she was in any of his personal stuff.
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Faye sat across the sofa, staring at the computer screen as Ed tinkered with the picture. Spike went to get a few guns from his large array of arsenal as Jet was making something to eat.
So far, she hadn't seen anything different about this chick than the others they had to capture but her strange DNA, but that shouldn't make a difference. There were a few things on her being 'invisible' or something like that, but Faye kind of doubted that.
"Hey Ed," asked Faye, "how much is this bounty worth?"
Ed didn't pause her fast typing. "It doesn't say, Faye-Faye, but from her picture she looks hard to catch!" Edward turned the screen toward Faye.
Although still blurry, the picture was now clear enough to make out the features of the person. Natasia stared back at Faye, jaws open with her fangs glinting and her claws out to slash the person taking the picture. She wore nothing but black cloth and silver chains, her curly hair around her like a flaming halo.
"Wow." Faye blinked. "This ones a mutant thing."
"Yeah." Spike came into the room, loading his gun. He looked at the screen and smirked. "This should be fun."
"Spike, how are you going to find her? She supposedly has these invisibility thingies which should make it a little more difficult to just..." she made a gesture with her hand, "point her out."
"Well, the most definite thing I know is that she'll be with or near Vicious." Spike put his gun in its holster and lit a cigarette.
"Vicious?" Fay stood. "Spike, you can't be serious."
He took a long drag of his smoke. "I am. The hard part is just finding out where Vicious is."
"ED CAN HELP!!" Edward turned to Tomato and began typing commands, hacking into picture files from satellites.
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Natasia was in her room, taking her usual catnaps, this one especially long because of her lack of sleep that night. Of course, it wasn't on her bed, it was on the lanai.
She lay on her stomach; her legs situated so one sat on top of the other, her arms under head, and her tail curling in time with her breath. Her hair was now up and out of her face in a ponytail, only a few tendrils of hair hanging down over her closed eyes.
Vicious came into her room, fully dressed, (a/n: damn...) sheathing his katana. He observed her as he walked to the balcony; her not stirring as she usually did if any one came close to her as she slept. She seemed to be in a deep, peaceful slumber...
He heard her shriek in her animalistic way as he yanked her tail up toward her head, the opposite direction of its natural growth. The lower half of her body fell over the side of the railing, leaving her clinging to the rail with her arms around it and claws extended, digging into the concrete. Her eyes were wide, and as of now her tail was puffed to its full extent, all hair standing on end.
Truthfully, she looked like a pathetic sight, just like a cat that was in a room full of rocking chairs. Vicious did something he hadn't done in a long time; he laughed a true, jovial laugh.
Natasia scrambled to try and get on the actual flooring of the loggia, falling a few times, eventually pulling and clawing her way to her goal. She fell over the balustrade and onto the floor, excavating her claws into that also, grasping onto it for dear life. Her tail stood straight, still puffed.
"DAMN YOU!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THAT HURTS?!" Natasia breathed hard, trying to calm herself. She truly looked like a panicky feline. Vicious continued to laugh at her, calming it as quickly as he could.
Natasia remembered how he used to always to that when she was a kid, but it that her tail had become more sensitive to everything around it. She rubbed the sore spot at the small of her back, and her tail slightly twitched from pain. "God... Vicious, you suck..."
"Quite whining. I got some food. It's downstairs."
Natasia jumped up and hugged him around the waist. "thankyouthankyouthankyou!" He stared down at her in surprise, and she looked back up at him when she realized her mistake. "Sorry," she murmured. "Some times I forget how old I am supposed to be."
Natasia bowed her head to hide the crimson building on her cheeks and went downstairs. God, that was a stupid thing to do. She assumed that since he didn't kill her at that moment she was going to live another day, which was a good thing.
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and narrowed her eyes. She shouldn't care. And she didn't. She was going to die sometime soon anyway. She went into the kitchen, took the black rubber band out of her hair and wrapped it around the dish sprayer so the handle was held down. She nodded to herself in approval, and then got herself some food.
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Natasia danced around her room, eating her ramen, MP3 player headphones over her ears. She had the volume up as loud as it could go, singing along with the words, unknowing as loud as her voice could go.
"NO WAY IN HELL I COULD EVER LIVE IT DOWN! DIG ME NOW! FUCK ME LATER! AND SING IT TO THE TUNE OF FAGGOT! FAGGOT! FAGGOT!!" (1) She didn't notice the very loud and very angry 'NATASIA!' that rocked the house.
Vicious slammed her door open, his head completely wet, water dripping from his bangs. Natasia noticed the large sound, and set her bowl down as quickly as possible without spilling it and threw her headphones off.
She backed up a few steps, slowly, until Vicious lunged at her. She jumped on the bed and sprung over to the door, running as quickly as she could to get away from the rampaging Vicious.
'Well, I should have expected it,' she thought as she jumped over the stair case railing and onto the floor, gaining her footing then going into the next room over from the atrium. She ran into the living room and glanced around quickly to find the best place to go, but soon found herself thrown to the floor. She looked up to see the end of a blade, and then fallowed it up to the holder, Vicious.
She smiled in a provocative/ pouty manner, and found herself rumbling low in her throat at a soft hum rather than a harsh growl. Her eyes widened and her hands shot up to her throat, taking a deep breath to cease her low droning. She quickly batted the blade away with her now extended claws, let out a loud hiss and stomped up stairs.
And this whole time Vicious had no idea what any of it meant.
(1) I don't own the song Faggot by Mindless self-indulgence. But I love the band!
A/N: There you go, happy people. May your wine always be sweet. And don't forget to review and tell me what you think on the heat idea (and if you want a lemon. If you do, I'll have to get someone else to write it. I'm not big on them). Oh, and I've gotten the last chapter halfway written. If you want a glimpse of it, let me know. This is Ruwi Demon, signing off.
A/N: Okay kiddies, I am sorry sorry sorry sorry and sorry times infinity for not getting this up sooner. Instead of just listing excuses, I shall just let you read my story. Oh! Wait! No! Okay, there was this one part in chapter two that had three reasons why Natasia couldn't sleep. Number three she 'would worry about when the time came'. There are two options for that. The first one would be my friend's idea. Natasia went into heat. That would be pretty funny. Or, she was getting ready to die because of her biological kitty-human clock-thing.
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Natasia sat in the middle of a large pile of pictures next to the near empty box. She was still sifting through the last of the photographs, as the moonlight that had been coming in through the small window was now a fiery red-orange color.
She had only found a few good pictures of people she knew, most being Vicious, Julia, Gren or Spike. Some she had pocketed, others she had torn. She had found a few pictures where she had been beside the person taking pictures. She had learned not to get in pictures; they could see her with it. Since her bracelets were made to work with light and cameras had a flash, it made a blurry picture with her image. She had made that mistake only once before. Her drink also hadn't been finished at all during the night and it sat next to her half full, warm, and slowly tipping as a pile of pictures began pushing it over.
She came across a certain picture that she remembered being taken, a sad smile turned hostile as she shredded about the ninetieth photograph. The same snapshots; they had been all the same. It was just Julia and Spike in the picture, both staring almost lovingly at each other, at the same time trying to be inconspicuous about it.
Julia and Spike were the reason she had to leave Vicious and try to make it on her own. Vicious became so angry...
She sniffed back her tears after remembering Vicious coming home after finding out about his best friend and his girlfriend of about two years, then leaving and having to live on her own wherever she could. If Natasia ever went to hell, it wouldn't be as bad.
A slight wetness on her leg snapped her out of her thoughts. "Shit!" The drink spilled and the color on the pictures instantly began to dissipate and the dye became a puddle on all of the photographs. Natasia stood and began trying to clean it up but found it very difficult to clean it with nothing but her hands and picture paper. (A/N: What he hell?? Picture paper?? Gewd god...)
Crap... double crap... good god if Vicious came in now, saw her with his pictures and then all of them RUINED.
Beginning to panic, she began just picking them up and stuffing them into the box, ignoring the fact that everything was wet. She heard shuffling in a few rooms across (a/n: super-sensitive cat hearing ^_^), realizing she was about to get into a hell of a lot of trouble. Natasia shoved the rest of them in the box and got out of the little room, closing the door tightly behind her.
The lack of sleep began catching up to Natasia as she walked to the kitchen where she had heard some noise. She yawned largely and exposed her fangs, stretching her arms and tail. She should have slept at least a little bit...
Coming into the room, she saw Vicious with a shot glass full of something, shirtless with only a pair of flannel bed pants. (a/n: *drool* Oh! Story, right...) He set his glass down and looked at her coldly.
"Where have you been?"
Inside, Natasia was slightly freaking out, but she merely yawned and avoided his gaze. "I was looking out around the yard. Precautions."
He turned and walked toward the front of the house where the stairs were, presumably to his room. "You're paranoid," fallowed him down the hall.
Natasia let out a sigh of relief. She didn't know how he would react if he knew she was in any of his personal stuff.
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Faye sat across the sofa, staring at the computer screen as Ed tinkered with the picture. Spike went to get a few guns from his large array of arsenal as Jet was making something to eat.
So far, she hadn't seen anything different about this chick than the others they had to capture but her strange DNA, but that shouldn't make a difference. There were a few things on her being 'invisible' or something like that, but Faye kind of doubted that.
"Hey Ed," asked Faye, "how much is this bounty worth?"
Ed didn't pause her fast typing. "It doesn't say, Faye-Faye, but from her picture she looks hard to catch!" Edward turned the screen toward Faye.
Although still blurry, the picture was now clear enough to make out the features of the person. Natasia stared back at Faye, jaws open with her fangs glinting and her claws out to slash the person taking the picture. She wore nothing but black cloth and silver chains, her curly hair around her like a flaming halo.
"Wow." Faye blinked. "This ones a mutant thing."
"Yeah." Spike came into the room, loading his gun. He looked at the screen and smirked. "This should be fun."
"Spike, how are you going to find her? She supposedly has these invisibility thingies which should make it a little more difficult to just..." she made a gesture with her hand, "point her out."
"Well, the most definite thing I know is that she'll be with or near Vicious." Spike put his gun in its holster and lit a cigarette.
"Vicious?" Fay stood. "Spike, you can't be serious."
He took a long drag of his smoke. "I am. The hard part is just finding out where Vicious is."
"ED CAN HELP!!" Edward turned to Tomato and began typing commands, hacking into picture files from satellites.
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Natasia was in her room, taking her usual catnaps, this one especially long because of her lack of sleep that night. Of course, it wasn't on her bed, it was on the lanai.
She lay on her stomach; her legs situated so one sat on top of the other, her arms under head, and her tail curling in time with her breath. Her hair was now up and out of her face in a ponytail, only a few tendrils of hair hanging down over her closed eyes.
Vicious came into her room, fully dressed, (a/n: damn...) sheathing his katana. He observed her as he walked to the balcony; her not stirring as she usually did if any one came close to her as she slept. She seemed to be in a deep, peaceful slumber...
He heard her shriek in her animalistic way as he yanked her tail up toward her head, the opposite direction of its natural growth. The lower half of her body fell over the side of the railing, leaving her clinging to the rail with her arms around it and claws extended, digging into the concrete. Her eyes were wide, and as of now her tail was puffed to its full extent, all hair standing on end.
Truthfully, she looked like a pathetic sight, just like a cat that was in a room full of rocking chairs. Vicious did something he hadn't done in a long time; he laughed a true, jovial laugh.
Natasia scrambled to try and get on the actual flooring of the loggia, falling a few times, eventually pulling and clawing her way to her goal. She fell over the balustrade and onto the floor, excavating her claws into that also, grasping onto it for dear life. Her tail stood straight, still puffed.
"DAMN YOU!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THAT HURTS?!" Natasia breathed hard, trying to calm herself. She truly looked like a panicky feline. Vicious continued to laugh at her, calming it as quickly as he could.
Natasia remembered how he used to always to that when she was a kid, but it that her tail had become more sensitive to everything around it. She rubbed the sore spot at the small of her back, and her tail slightly twitched from pain. "God... Vicious, you suck..."
"Quite whining. I got some food. It's downstairs."
Natasia jumped up and hugged him around the waist. "thankyouthankyouthankyou!" He stared down at her in surprise, and she looked back up at him when she realized her mistake. "Sorry," she murmured. "Some times I forget how old I am supposed to be."
Natasia bowed her head to hide the crimson building on her cheeks and went downstairs. God, that was a stupid thing to do. She assumed that since he didn't kill her at that moment she was going to live another day, which was a good thing.
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and narrowed her eyes. She shouldn't care. And she didn't. She was going to die sometime soon anyway. She went into the kitchen, took the black rubber band out of her hair and wrapped it around the dish sprayer so the handle was held down. She nodded to herself in approval, and then got herself some food.
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Natasia danced around her room, eating her ramen, MP3 player headphones over her ears. She had the volume up as loud as it could go, singing along with the words, unknowing as loud as her voice could go.
"NO WAY IN HELL I COULD EVER LIVE IT DOWN! DIG ME NOW! FUCK ME LATER! AND SING IT TO THE TUNE OF FAGGOT! FAGGOT! FAGGOT!!" (1) She didn't notice the very loud and very angry 'NATASIA!' that rocked the house.
Vicious slammed her door open, his head completely wet, water dripping from his bangs. Natasia noticed the large sound, and set her bowl down as quickly as possible without spilling it and threw her headphones off.
She backed up a few steps, slowly, until Vicious lunged at her. She jumped on the bed and sprung over to the door, running as quickly as she could to get away from the rampaging Vicious.
'Well, I should have expected it,' she thought as she jumped over the stair case railing and onto the floor, gaining her footing then going into the next room over from the atrium. She ran into the living room and glanced around quickly to find the best place to go, but soon found herself thrown to the floor. She looked up to see the end of a blade, and then fallowed it up to the holder, Vicious.
She smiled in a provocative/ pouty manner, and found herself rumbling low in her throat at a soft hum rather than a harsh growl. Her eyes widened and her hands shot up to her throat, taking a deep breath to cease her low droning. She quickly batted the blade away with her now extended claws, let out a loud hiss and stomped up stairs.
And this whole time Vicious had no idea what any of it meant.
(1) I don't own the song Faggot by Mindless self-indulgence. But I love the band!
A/N: There you go, happy people. May your wine always be sweet. And don't forget to review and tell me what you think on the heat idea (and if you want a lemon. If you do, I'll have to get someone else to write it. I'm not big on them). Oh, and I've gotten the last chapter halfway written. If you want a glimpse of it, let me know. This is Ruwi Demon, signing off.