A/N: Back to school tomorrow..sadly. Anyways, here's the third chapter. For
Missy Rose, who had a whack of questions. Yes, Morgan is dead...Jena and
Hunter are sadly a couple. You'll have to wait and see who Moira has to
help. Enjoy!
"Demon cat!" I sprung from my bed, like a jack-outta-the-box. I flung my door open screaming, running down the stairs. "Demon cat! Dad! Help me!" I flew into the kitchen to witness the most disgusting thing I could ever see. "Nasty. I'm going to join that demon cat." Dad sprung away from Jena., as I turned away from the view. The cat was standing in front of me. "Ahh, dad, demon cat!" It hissed at me, and batted its paw in my general direction. I turned back to look at dad. "Any of this registering dad? Demon cat, hiss, scratch. Daughter is fearing her sanity, and life?"
"Dagda!" Dad said in awe.
"No. D-E-M-O-N." I said slowly. I blinked, "wait. Dagda? Mom's cat, Dagda? Cat that ran away, Dagda?"
"That would be the one." Dad moved away from Jena, face still flushed, and moved towards the cat. It made no move to back away, or flinch. It just stared at dad with wide cat eyes. Dad bent down, and studied the cat. It seemed like hours before he reached out and touched the cat. It instantly wound itself around dad's legs, rubbing against them. "There is no doubt in my mind that this is Morgan's cat." He said, picking it up off the ground as he stood. I noticed Jena flinch when he said Morgan. Good, flinch you stupid woman, I don't care.
"Dad, how old was this cat when mom got it?"
"Just old enough to leave it's mother, why?"
"And how old was mom?"
"Seventeen?"
"I don't exactly know a lot about cats, but isn't twenty years a just a little bit long for a cat to be living?"
"That's," Jena said loudly, then softened quite a bit when I looked at her, "true. They usually only live for twenty years, and that's usually only house cats."
"He looks well taken care of," dad pointed out. Dagda meowed softly, as dad flipped him over and rubbed his stomach. "Not a scratch on him."
I looked at my dad in awe. I had asked him over and over again, if we could get a dog, or a cat, but he repeatedly said no. "I thought you hated animals?"
"I do." He paused, "but I love this one."
"Maybe I should go,"said Jena, collecting her jacket from the back of a chair.
"Sorry Jena. I know we were going to have lunch today," Dad gave her a crooked smile.
"Yea, sorry I walked in on your little 'snogging' session." I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Two insults in one. Well, I didn't really mean to insult dad, and his British tongue, but it slipped.
"Moira." Dad grumbled in a warning tone. He handed Dagda to me, and headed for Jena again. I took it as my cue to leave, unless I wanted to catch them again.
"Don't want to see that old fella," I said to the gray fluff in my arms. "That's a nightmare and a half." I sat us down on the couch, curling my legs underneath myself.
Dad came in a few minutes later, his cheeks a little red. "Where did he come from?" He sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of me.
"I don't know. I was right snug in my bed, off in dreamland, when this little bastard,"
"Language,"
"Little bugger, sorry, started pawing at me. My window was open, so I guess he got in that way?" I shrugged. Dad stroked his chin, making him look old.
"Doesn't this seem a bit odd, Moira? I mean, last night I tell you a story about him, and he suddenly just shows up again."
"That thought ran through my head once or twice." I ran my hand along Dagda's grey coat. It send an electric current through my hand, then it shot around in my blood stream until....
"Moira." Dad reached out to touch me. Dagda hissed, and scrambled off my lap. I bit my lip so hard I could taste the blood.
~~"Why are you doing this?" She spoke calmly, despite her current situation. A malicious grin spread across his dark features.
"Join me, and none of this will happen." He said simply.
"You know my answer to that. It'll never change." She replied bored. He slammed his fist on the table angrily.
"Dammit Morgan!"~~
"Mom!"
~~"You are my daughter and you will join me. I don't want to do this. I don't want to kill you."
"You couldn't if you tried. I'll live on." Her face came out of the shadows. It was stripped with cuts here and there.~~
"Moira! Please." A wave of pain slashed through my body.
~~"Stop fighting it girl."
"Blood of my blood,
save me from this monster
keep him from harming me.." She screamed in agony. "Keep her safe." With that, she let out one final yelp. "Keep my daughter safe."
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"Demon cat!" I sprung from my bed, like a jack-outta-the-box. I flung my door open screaming, running down the stairs. "Demon cat! Dad! Help me!" I flew into the kitchen to witness the most disgusting thing I could ever see. "Nasty. I'm going to join that demon cat." Dad sprung away from Jena., as I turned away from the view. The cat was standing in front of me. "Ahh, dad, demon cat!" It hissed at me, and batted its paw in my general direction. I turned back to look at dad. "Any of this registering dad? Demon cat, hiss, scratch. Daughter is fearing her sanity, and life?"
"Dagda!" Dad said in awe.
"No. D-E-M-O-N." I said slowly. I blinked, "wait. Dagda? Mom's cat, Dagda? Cat that ran away, Dagda?"
"That would be the one." Dad moved away from Jena, face still flushed, and moved towards the cat. It made no move to back away, or flinch. It just stared at dad with wide cat eyes. Dad bent down, and studied the cat. It seemed like hours before he reached out and touched the cat. It instantly wound itself around dad's legs, rubbing against them. "There is no doubt in my mind that this is Morgan's cat." He said, picking it up off the ground as he stood. I noticed Jena flinch when he said Morgan. Good, flinch you stupid woman, I don't care.
"Dad, how old was this cat when mom got it?"
"Just old enough to leave it's mother, why?"
"And how old was mom?"
"Seventeen?"
"I don't exactly know a lot about cats, but isn't twenty years a just a little bit long for a cat to be living?"
"That's," Jena said loudly, then softened quite a bit when I looked at her, "true. They usually only live for twenty years, and that's usually only house cats."
"He looks well taken care of," dad pointed out. Dagda meowed softly, as dad flipped him over and rubbed his stomach. "Not a scratch on him."
I looked at my dad in awe. I had asked him over and over again, if we could get a dog, or a cat, but he repeatedly said no. "I thought you hated animals?"
"I do." He paused, "but I love this one."
"Maybe I should go,"said Jena, collecting her jacket from the back of a chair.
"Sorry Jena. I know we were going to have lunch today," Dad gave her a crooked smile.
"Yea, sorry I walked in on your little 'snogging' session." I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Two insults in one. Well, I didn't really mean to insult dad, and his British tongue, but it slipped.
"Moira." Dad grumbled in a warning tone. He handed Dagda to me, and headed for Jena again. I took it as my cue to leave, unless I wanted to catch them again.
"Don't want to see that old fella," I said to the gray fluff in my arms. "That's a nightmare and a half." I sat us down on the couch, curling my legs underneath myself.
Dad came in a few minutes later, his cheeks a little red. "Where did he come from?" He sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of me.
"I don't know. I was right snug in my bed, off in dreamland, when this little bastard,"
"Language,"
"Little bugger, sorry, started pawing at me. My window was open, so I guess he got in that way?" I shrugged. Dad stroked his chin, making him look old.
"Doesn't this seem a bit odd, Moira? I mean, last night I tell you a story about him, and he suddenly just shows up again."
"That thought ran through my head once or twice." I ran my hand along Dagda's grey coat. It send an electric current through my hand, then it shot around in my blood stream until....
"Moira." Dad reached out to touch me. Dagda hissed, and scrambled off my lap. I bit my lip so hard I could taste the blood.
~~"Why are you doing this?" She spoke calmly, despite her current situation. A malicious grin spread across his dark features.
"Join me, and none of this will happen." He said simply.
"You know my answer to that. It'll never change." She replied bored. He slammed his fist on the table angrily.
"Dammit Morgan!"~~
"Mom!"
~~"You are my daughter and you will join me. I don't want to do this. I don't want to kill you."
"You couldn't if you tried. I'll live on." Her face came out of the shadows. It was stripped with cuts here and there.~~
"Moira! Please." A wave of pain slashed through my body.
~~"Stop fighting it girl."
"Blood of my blood,
save me from this monster
keep him from harming me.." She screamed in agony. "Keep her safe." With that, she let out one final yelp. "Keep my daughter safe."
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