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Part 3: The Purr-fect woman

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Stressed Words

Dreams or Flashbacks

Wolfwood could only stare at the thing in front of his eyes. He knew it was Meryl, but he couldn't believe that she was alive in this thing. She was crouched on the ground giving Wolfwood a view of what her backside and front side looked like. Meryl stood up and gazed into his eyes, and he almost gasped when he saw into her eyes. He could see that Meryl was still in there, but what he didn't understand is how she had a mouth. Her ears were atop her head and her tail was swishing in the sand.

"I am still Meryl, even if my body's changed," Meryl said as she still kept her distance from him.

"Like I said before, what the fuck are you?" He asked again. Meryl walked over to him but stopped when he unconsciously took a step back. She sighed and sat down letting her claws scratch at the sand. He walked closer to her and sat next to her. He looked at her ears and then gazed at the patterns in her fur. He knew that she wasn't faking this transformation. He cautiously reached out and touched her fur, just to reassure it was attached to her.

"I'm a werecat," Meryl said.

"How did you become one," Wolfwood asked.

"I accepted a curse so I could become immortal," Meryl explained.

"Was it for Vash?" Wolfwood asked with a grin.

"You obviously didn't show me so you could chat," Wolfwood said.

"I need to train, and Milly recommended you," Meryl said. Wolfwood looked thoughtful for a moment before he came up with an idea.

"What's wrong with the way you are. You seem to be fine with controlling everything," Wolfwood said.

"It's not that, it's that I have problems controlling the way I act when I'm around Vash," Meryl explained.

"I see," Wolfwood said with a grin.

"So I need some training," Meryl said.

"Fine, I'll help, but you'll owe me one," Wolfwood said with a plan forming in his mind.

"Fine," Meryl growled causing Wolfwood to back up.

"Sorry," Meryl mumbled as her tail twitched.

Wolfwood stood up and stretched. He walked around Meryl and took in her appearance wondering which type of training would suit her. He knew she needed to learn self-control and discipline. He just didn't know how much. He figured her control must be really low if she asked him for help. He picked up her paw like hand and studied her claws and then looked at her fangs.

"I think you should learn what type of things you can do, before I train you," Wolfwood said as he lit up another cigarette. Meryl stood up and then began to show Wolfwood what she was capable of. Wolfwood made a few suggestions and then the training was finally starting.

3 Weeks Later

Knives had finally managed walking with a cane and not needing any painkillers. Milly treated Knives like she treated anybody else, with a smile and good will. Meryl would occasionally get into arguments with Knives about how he would do noting but sit around and lecture her about how her cleaning methods were off. The arguments would end with her throwing a wet sponge at his head and him threatening to torment her. Vash would then come into the kitchen and carry Meryl out of the room before she strangled him.

Knives would enjoy bickering at the short spider; she wouldn't take his crap and would showed no hesitation when it came to defending her or the others. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was intrigued by the way Meryl would protect her if he decided to kill all humans. Knives then trained Vash even though he complained that he didn't want to hone any of skills. Knives was impressed with his brother's progress. Vash could heal his wounds in a smaller amount of time and reduce scaring. He was also able to make plants grow from land that was dead. Knives watched one morning as Vash grew a moonflower for Meryl from the desert ground. He was surprised to see the short spider hugging his twin. He could feel his brother's happiness; it was a feeling that warmed him to no end.

Wolfwood would leave Knives alone and stick to himself. Wolfwood noticed that Meryl was able to touch Vash and hug him without her instincts demanding to take him. Meryl would go for nightly runs because she was able to transform herself into a full Marzoi. She was bigger than male Marzoi and much stronger. Wolfwood would discuss Meryl's progress with Milly who would enjoy talking about what it would be like to be like Meryl. Wolfwood told Milly that Meryl's life would be lonely if her and Vash didn't get together. It was the afternoon and Meryl was outside sunbathing in her two-piece swim suite. Vash was working at the well; Milly was working at the nearby orphanage with Wolfwood that left Meryl and Knives alone at the house.

Meryl could sense Knives in the kitchen making him a cup of coffee. She could smell the crushed beans and hear the noise of the coffee pot. The only thing she couldn't feel was the heat that the pot was giving off. So, she closed her eyes and painted an image of the kitchen in her mind. With the noises Knives gave off she could find where he was at perfectly. She could her his breathing, the beating of his heart, and she could hear every little sound he made. She could hear the limp in his walk as he used the cane to balance his weight. She lightly chuckled to herself when she imagined him thinking himself higher when in such a weakened condition.

"Must you prance around in that skimpy thing?" Knives sneered as he looked down on her. Meryl sighed knowing that her peace was about to break.

"Must you keep staring?" Meryl asked.

"Your pathetic body has nothing I desire," Knives growled.

"So, you did look," Meryl assumed.

"Assume nothing spider!" Knives growled.

"You know ... some female spiders are known to eat the male," Meryl said as she rolled over so she could get some sun on her stomach.

"Just put some damn clothes on," he weakly finished. Meryl sat up and took off her sunglasses and stared at Knives. Knives stared right back into her eyes. His pupils widened when he realized her pupils were slits.

"Don't tell me what to do," she warned as she stood and stalked back into the house.

'Her eyes were not the normal type that humans had. They were slits, more primal. Is my twin's woman not human, or is she merely a defect, like that idiot Rem?' Knives wondered as he leaned against a wooden poll. He looked at the place she previously was at and noticed that there were claw marks in the sand.

"This is indeed interesting," Knives said as he walked back into the house wondering what this meant.

Meryl went straight to the bathroom and locked the door. She then stared into the mirror and noticed that her eyes had permanently turned into her alter form of jewel shape. She then growled and punched the mirror trying to make what was happening to her go away. She watched the glass shatter to the ground. She looked back up and saw that some parts of the mirror were now missing in chunks. She looked at her hands and thoughts continued to race in her head.

'I'm used to the claws and these fangs ... the tail was a bit much, but my eyes weren't supposed to change,' Meryl thought frantically. She heard the foot door close and cussed when she realized the mirror was in the wrong place. She then jumped when she heard a knock on the door. She sniffed the air and could smell Knives on the other side wanting to know what was going on. She heard another knock and dropped to her knees. She began to pick up the broken pieces and toss them into the wastebasket. She grabbed the wastebasket and threw open the door.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" Knives yelled trying to look past her.

"It's none of your business," she growled back.

"It is when I've got to go," Knives calmly said. Meryl made a silent 'o' and stepped outside the bathroom door.

"The mirror is broken," Meryl quickly said and ran off towards her room. Knives walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. He gave it a questioning glance before he went to the toilet.

Vash took three aspirins as he sat down in the shade. He woke up this morning feeling like Knives punched him. He took a bite out of his salmon sandwich and opened a bottle of water. His thoughts didn't wander far with the hangover affecting his mind. He did have to wonder why Meryl brought him liquor. He also wanted to know where she went at night. Knives had told him that she and the priest left the house and went far beyond his eyesight. Vash did wonder, he trusted Meryl and he did trust Wolfwood. It just made him curious at what they were doing.

"What is she doing?" Vash wondered out loud as he took another bite.

'I would also like to know as well, brother,' Knives said as he made his presence known to Vash as he mind talked.

'What do you mean?' Vash asked.

'Don't play coy Vash. Your insurance girl hasn't been displaying normal behavior,' Knives said.

'And you know normal behavior, how?' Vash dryly asked.

'Fine,' Knives growled as he cut the link.

'Even Knives noticed her behavior,' Vash thought as he stood back up to work. He shrugged and once more began to dig in the well.

"I wonder how Meryl's doing." Milly wondered as she helped a child reach a book.

"I'm sure she's fine," Wolfwood assured as he took a drag on his cigarette.

"Nick! Don't smoke at an orphanage!" Milly scolded as she put the cigarette out and grabbed the rest.

"Hey!" He shouted as he pouted in defeat at her glare.

"You'll get these back at the end of the day," Milly said as she put the pack in her jacket.

"But honey," he whined.

"Don't you honey me Nicholas D. Wolfwood," Milly scolded with a smile.

"Fine," he mumbled before he stalked off towards where the children were.

Milly happily smiled when she watched him get tackled by the children. He then watched as he chased the children around. She then noticed that one child was sitting alone in the shadows of the library. Milly frowned at that but then noticed why the little boy was alone. She gasped when she realized what he and her friend Meryl had in common. Milly then ran over to Wolfwood and whispered what she saw to him. Wolfwood nodded and looked over towards the child.

"Should we bring Meryl tomorrow?" Milly asked.

"If you think he has a connection, then yes," Wolfwood agreed as he went back to the children.

Milly smiled then went back to picking the mess up while thinking of what to do. She continued to have a feeling of worry coming over her as she picked up the mess. She looked over to where the little boy only to be shocked. He was gone and nowhere to be seen. Milly shrugged and made a note to make sure she found out his name and age.