Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize. I only own Cat, Lucifer, and Annabelle.
Revenge Bites Back
"He won't wiggle out of this one." Cat grumbled, glaring at the figure of General O'Hara.
O'Hara was standing beside a couple women, conversing pleasantly, near a...pond. Cat grinned evilly. She turned and promptly tripped, falling on her face.
"Damn dress!" Cat cursed standing cautiously. "I'll burn you and all the others after my revenge on your blasted creator or should I say creators."
With her skirts held high, Cat hurried to the stable, determination evident across her face. She passed many curious soldiers and servants, but ignored them as she entered the stable. She walked straight towards the back, ignoring the call from one of the stable grooms, who had enough sense to leave. Cat stopped in front of the last stall and faced two dark reddisheyes.
"It's time, Lucifer. You will cooperate if you want to get back at O'Hara for limiting your treats." Cat reasoned with the horse as she opened the stall door. She backed away, letting Lucifer walk out by himself. He shook his dark mane and pawed the ground impatiently.
"Just so." Cat responded as she dragged over a crate, which she stepped onto. "We have no time for a saddle." She gripped his mane firmly but gently, not tugging any of the hair. With her other hand, Cat gripped her dress high, exposing the underwear of the eighteenth century as she lifted her leg even higher than the dress. Leaning on the solid unmoving horse, Cat jumped up on the one foot and promptly fell back onto her ass, staring up at the snickering horse. How did a horse snicker? Well, he would shake his head up and down, lips pulled back on one side exposing his large teeth as he stomped his hoof.
"Damnable horse! That's not funny!" Cat spat, glowering at the amused horse. She stood and assumed her earlier position, but unlike last time, Cat awkwardly threw her leg safely over the horse before pulling herself up on to the horse.
"There! Now let's go." Cat tapped his sides and both horse and rider moved out of the stable. Cat sat erect and proud astride a horse, legs exposed and dress bunched up around her hips and thighs as she raced through a crowd of soldiers, servants, and villagers, completely ignoring the passing laughter. She had a mission. She didn't have time to yell at the lewd minded men.
Cat and Lucifer made record time. Cat spotted O'Hara and the two women ahead and smiled maliciously. "You can't wiggle out of this one, bastard!"
"Let's go, Lucifer!" Cat tapped him sharply in the sides and off they went. O'Hara had his back to both rider and horse, but the women didn't. One screamed and fainted, while the other leap out of the way. O'Hara, at the scream, had turned, but he had been too late. The horse was too close forcing O'Hara to scramble backwards... into the pond...on his posterior. He created a splash, catching himself in face. While he sputtered, Cat sat on top of Lucifer, laughing, tears streaming out of her eyes as she held her stomach. The people that had followed Cat where now laughing as well, making O'Hara flush in embarrassment. He glared up at Cat furiously, muddy and wet, his wig knocked askew over one eye.
Suddenly the eye that was visible went wide. Cat didn't notice so busy was she laughing. Just as suddenly after the eye, Lucifer bucked, shrieking, tossing Cat... into the pond and ... right into the standing O'Hara. Cat immediately rolled off O'Hara, coughing up water. She looked up at the bank and growled. There stood Annabelle Lewis, the seamstress and other creator of thing now floating around Cat's body, with a pin.
Cat scowled up at the woman and stood slowly, water dripping off her and skirts clinging to her body. She heaved herself out of the pond and stalked the seamstress.
"Stay back!" Annabelle warned, waving the pin in front her as she backed away.
Cat grinned tightly before lunging forward. Annabelle shrieked as she turned to run, but was slammed into the ground from behind. Annabelle turned and scratched Cat's face with pin wildly. Cat shouted angrily, rearing back in pain. Annabelle scratched at the ground,frantically crawling away. She got a few feet before Cat lunged, grabbing her ankles and pulling her back. Cat turned her over and grabbed the pin holding hand to wretch it away before hauling back a fist... which was caught and twisted.
"Ow. Ow. Ooowwww!" Cat repeated, letting whoever had her fist drag her back from Annabelle. Cat turned and looked up, scowling. Tavington scowled back.
"Let me go!" Cat demanded, standing.
"NO!" Tavington responded shortly, pulling her along towards Lucifer and Eva.
"She started it, William. She stabbed Luc with a hair pin!" Cat whined, dragging her feet along only to be jerked forward. Tavington stopped by the waiting horses and picked Cat up to deposit her onto Lucifer.
"Do not move." He ordered before turning to mount his mare, Eva. "Come along."
Tavington and Cat rode silently back to the stable, where they handed the horses over to the groom, who had left Cat earlier to go get Tavington. Tavington gripped Cat's elbow as he marched her towards their tent. He pushed her inside and followed, turning down the flap.
Inside Cat began to strip out of the wet clothes as Tavington went over to his desk to pour a glass of brandy. His back was to Cat, who was watching him sulkily as she put on a shirt and pants she had sneakily ordered to be made by one the village women. Cat sat on the bed, arms folded as she stared at Tavington.
"They deserved it, you know. Forcing me into those infernal death contraptions." Cat spat, glowering at the wetgownlaying on the floor.
"Are they so bad as that, Cat?" Tavington asked.
Something in his voice caused Cat to look up frowning. Tavington still stood with his back to her, but his shoulders were shaking.
Cat stood cautiously, worried. "William?" She walked up to him and placed a hand onto one of his shoulders. Tavington turned abruptly to face Cat... smiling.
"William, are you all right?" Cat asked, eyes wide with confusion and worry.
Tavington stared at her for a nanosecond before bursting into laughter. He clutched his glass tightly as he leaned back onto his desk, laughter wrecking his body, as his other hand clutched his stomach.
"D...D..Did you hear him?" Tavington asked between laughs.
Cat stared at him in shock causing a calming Tavington to burst in fresh laughter at her expression. Cat soon began to laugh with him, remembering what happened back the pond. O'Hara, before he had fell into the pond, had shrieked like a girl! Cat collapsed against Tavington, who wrapped his arms around her, both helpless with laughter.