Fic: A Cat's Tale 6: We Have Company 1/1
takes place before and during part 4 of FT8.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13 for violence
no pairing
disclaimer: the only thing in this that is mine is the Ik'Tarin. i
don't think anyone would want it.
distribution: Charity's site, others please ask.
Sabertooth was actually glad they had returned to
Sunnydale. He had a better idea of how the town was put together, where the vampires
lurked, and where the dead end allies were. It wasn't precisely safer, but he
would rather try to keep Red safe somewhere that he was at least a little
familiar with than somewhere he didn't think he had ever been. They had
returned from San Diego. He was pretty sure that she had seen him. He
hadn't quite intended that to happen, but it was to late to change things now.
He was moving through the area around her house. After all,
he'd been away for nearly a week, best make sure nothing had moved in that would be
a danger to her. He was not only watching and listening, but also
trying to catch scent of any possible danger. One such scent rose from the
sewers, something a bit like crocodile, and a bit like jellyfish. That was
odd, and in this town, odd generally meant it was dangerous, and he cold kill
it.
Then he smelled some different scents. They were being
carried on the breeze, and had traveled a bit before reaching him. The lightning
woman, and the man with metal claws. They were Xavier's people. They were
also traveling with some others that he didn't recognize the scent of,
teenagers. Why were Xavier's people here?
After his circuit of the area, he returned to Willow's
house. The windows were dark, everyone had gone to sleep for the night. The door was
unlocked. Very careless. Someone could just walk right in, like he was
doing. He pulled a crumpled postcard from a pocket, and found a pen on a
desk. He very carefully wrote the message on the postcard, and addressed it
to go to Erik at his prison. His message was short.
Xavier's people in town. Not sure why.
He then looked at the desk, and found a book of stamps. He
put the last stamp on his postcard, and carefully left the house, locking the
door behind him.
* * * *
Willow was sent to get more stamps the next evening. He
followed, trying to stay out of sight. He was a bit concerned that the scent of the
crocodile thing was rising from the sewers all over town. He couldn't tell if
it was nearby or not.
She was on he way back home when the manhole cover was moved
aside behind her. It was being pushed by a tentacle. More tentacles emerged,
and the thing began to pull itself up from the sewer. It looked mostly like
a crocodile, except for the tentacles. He leapt at it with a roar.
The tentacles were fast, and they ended in thick pads with
little hooks. They tore at his clothing, and at his flesh. The wounds burned,
telling him that there was some sort of poison. He had to keep away from the
jaws, and still kill this thing.... this could be tricky.
Suddenly, the thing jerked back, the manhole cover half
buried in it's throat. Seeing an opportunity, Sabertooth lunged forward, striking
at the back of it's neck, severing the spinal cord. It fell back into the
sewers.
He stood there, trying to catch his breath. Red was over
there, unhurt, but she looked afraid. His wounds felt like they were burning, and
he could feel the blood still oozing from them. The world tilted to the side,
righted itself. Things spun a bit, and everything went dark.
end A Cat's Tale 6.
takes place before and during part 4 of FT8.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13 for violence
no pairing
disclaimer: the only thing in this that is mine is the Ik'Tarin. i
don't think anyone would want it.
distribution: Charity's site, others please ask.
Sabertooth was actually glad they had returned to
Sunnydale. He had a better idea of how the town was put together, where the vampires
lurked, and where the dead end allies were. It wasn't precisely safer, but he
would rather try to keep Red safe somewhere that he was at least a little
familiar with than somewhere he didn't think he had ever been. They had
returned from San Diego. He was pretty sure that she had seen him. He
hadn't quite intended that to happen, but it was to late to change things now.
He was moving through the area around her house. After all,
he'd been away for nearly a week, best make sure nothing had moved in that would be
a danger to her. He was not only watching and listening, but also
trying to catch scent of any possible danger. One such scent rose from the
sewers, something a bit like crocodile, and a bit like jellyfish. That was
odd, and in this town, odd generally meant it was dangerous, and he cold kill
it.
Then he smelled some different scents. They were being
carried on the breeze, and had traveled a bit before reaching him. The lightning
woman, and the man with metal claws. They were Xavier's people. They were
also traveling with some others that he didn't recognize the scent of,
teenagers. Why were Xavier's people here?
After his circuit of the area, he returned to Willow's
house. The windows were dark, everyone had gone to sleep for the night. The door was
unlocked. Very careless. Someone could just walk right in, like he was
doing. He pulled a crumpled postcard from a pocket, and found a pen on a
desk. He very carefully wrote the message on the postcard, and addressed it
to go to Erik at his prison. His message was short.
Xavier's people in town. Not sure why.
He then looked at the desk, and found a book of stamps. He
put the last stamp on his postcard, and carefully left the house, locking the
door behind him.
* * * *
Willow was sent to get more stamps the next evening. He
followed, trying to stay out of sight. He was a bit concerned that the scent of the
crocodile thing was rising from the sewers all over town. He couldn't tell if
it was nearby or not.
She was on he way back home when the manhole cover was moved
aside behind her. It was being pushed by a tentacle. More tentacles emerged,
and the thing began to pull itself up from the sewer. It looked mostly like
a crocodile, except for the tentacles. He leapt at it with a roar.
The tentacles were fast, and they ended in thick pads with
little hooks. They tore at his clothing, and at his flesh. The wounds burned,
telling him that there was some sort of poison. He had to keep away from the
jaws, and still kill this thing.... this could be tricky.
Suddenly, the thing jerked back, the manhole cover half
buried in it's throat. Seeing an opportunity, Sabertooth lunged forward, striking
at the back of it's neck, severing the spinal cord. It fell back into the
sewers.
He stood there, trying to catch his breath. Red was over
there, unhurt, but she looked afraid. His wounds felt like they were burning, and
he could feel the blood still oozing from them. The world tilted to the side,
righted itself. Things spun a bit, and everything went dark.
end A Cat's Tale 6.
