Chapter One

Being a cat wasn't so bad, I had my food brought to me, the girl spent hours just telling me how adorable I was… I was treated like a king. Tartarus, we even watched my show together… alright… fine… fine… the shows belonged to Xena and Hercules, but who had been the brains behind each operation? Awww… sure they did all of that fancy twirly smirly fighting stuff, but that didn't mean they could have won the good fight without me. Even my girl thought so, I was her favorite character. Eh… maybe I should start to describe my girl… well she had shoulder length, well it almost reached her shoulders anyway, brown hair, no bangs. She always wore it down. I loved to paw at it when we'd play… eh… she thought it was cute… and well she was a kid… so I thought I'd humor her. She reminds me of so many people. She has the shape of Xena's eyes, her high cheek bones, and her mouth. Ares' chin and his brown eyes. Gabby's nose, and eye brows, except they have the Callisto curve thing going on. Her body shape… well think of Xena, thin, yet strong, and very curvy, right? Well that's my girl. Anyway now that you know what she looks like and you already know what yours truly looks like, let's get back to the story. The only problem was that I became human at night; which by the way is extremely painful. Think of it like this, your bones are twisting and growing. Your fur is disappearing… the tail goes bye bye and presto you're a man. On those nights I sat beside her bed, as a loyal feline would. For some reason I felt something I'd never felt towards anyone before… well since I've been a cat anyway… loyalty. I couldn't tell her who I really was, she'd be afraid of me… our friendship would be over… so on those nights that I was a human I sat beside her bed, watching her sleep. Tonight was no exception, I was sitting beside her bed, brushing a strand of her hair away, when her eyes began to flutter open. I don't know, my hand froze… I just sat there stiff as a board, wondering if she would think this to be a dream, hoping that she would think this was a dream. She looked at me with those pale blue eyes and sat up, "Bruce Campbell?" I shook my head, and drew my hand away from her forehead, "Autolycus, the king of thieves." I had to correct her. She brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind one of her ears, "Is this a dream?" I didn't know what else to say, so I simply nodded. She laid back down in her bed, "How long will you be in my dreams?" I shrugged, and pulled the cover up to her chin, "How long will you be my biggest fan?" She yawned, closing her eyes, and snuggled into her pillow, "Forever…" I kissed her forehead, smiling. I'd never had a fan before… even though I hate to admit it. Maybe I could wake her up now and then, and talk to her in this form, maybe even take her out to the town… no… what was I thinking?! She probably knew people there and they would think that I was Bruce Campbell and she would be labeled Bruce's girl and… o.k. you get the point. Anyway I could just always talk to her… here… in her room. "Then I will forever be in your dreams…" It sounded corny, I know, but this was a dream… it was her dream… at least she thought it was. I didn't know what she would think if she knew it was reality, and I didn't really want to find out. I would continue to make her think that it was a dream… every time that she woke up… that was the only thing I could do.

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