The story so far: Kitty!Wes was researching when suddenly there was a 'poof'. Haaa
Chapter 3: Devious Reflection
"Hey, Wes. Are you still in there?"
Gunn went into the office to get Wes but found that he wasn't on the table anymore. He walked further inside and looked around, shuffling through Wesley's recent research, when he heard the door shut with a bang.
He turned around. "Hey, Wes. What are you-?" But he never had time to finish his sentence when he was suddenly attacked.
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"-And then he was like 'it's not you, it's me'. Like anyone would believe that."
"So… are we still talking about Mark and Janie or is this that other show?" Fred asked.
Cordelia looked at her. "Weren't you listening? We stopped talking about that like five minutes ago. This is about that Joe guy and Marissa."
"Oh," Fred said, although she still looked confused. Cordelia sighed in surrender, knowing that talking about current pop culture would just be lost on the tiny Texan. She looked at her watch and huffed.
"Why's Gunn taking so long?"
As if on cue, Gunn rushed out of the office and slammed the door behind him, leaning on it to stop whatever was on the other side from coming out. Fred and Cordelia looked at him with surprise.
"Gunn, what-!"
"Wes bit me!" He showed them his bloody forearm. They came closer to see it and, true to his word, there was a tiny bite where the drops of blood were oozing.
"Huh?" Fred said, getting even more confused.
Cordelia however, took charge. She nudged Gunn out of the way. "Move over, let me through."
"Cordy…" But Cordelia ignored him and went into the office. Fred and Gunn came in after her and they looked around warily. There seemed to be nothing out of place.
"Wesley?" Cordelia called. She peeked around corners and under the table but couldn't find him anywhere.
Fred started to say, "Maybe we should-"
Suddenly, something flew at Cordelia from the top of the bookcase with a loud screeching noise. Startled, reflex made Cordelia catch it mid-air as it struggled it her arms.
"Wesley?" She said when she realised it was him. But when he finally looked at her, she was shocked. His eyes were no longer the clear blue that they previously were but a foreign gold, just like a vampire's, and even his fur was tinted with a bit of silver.
Wesley tried to scratch her but the angle of her hold prevented him. Gunn and Fred came closer and also saw the change.
"Release me, human." Came the tiny commanding voice.
"Hey, Wes can talk!" Fred said happily. The others were also surprised at this new discovery, until he spoke again.
"I'll drain you dry and wipe my feet on your pitiful corpse."
Fred stopped smiling. "…Huh." She turned to Gunn. "I think I like it better when he's not."
After a while Wesley stopped struggling when he saw that it was useless, but still shot them daggered looks and even growling every now and then.
"I think we should call Angel." Gunn suggested, and went to do just that.
"Good idea," Cordelia said, as she held Wesley at arm's length and walked out of the office, "he should know. Somehow, Wes has turned into evil vampire kitty… that can talk."
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"Can someone else hold him now? My arms are getting tired." Fred said. Gunn took Wesley from her, though not without incurring a few scratches from him. They didn't have anything to tie him to – Angel was getting a leash on his way -, and no cage either – although, for obvious reasons, they would still disagree to that even if they did have one – so opted for alternate Wes-holding. Every time he was changed hands though, he would struggle and let out very creative curses, not all in the English language.
"Man, Wes. Calm down." Gunn said. Wesley had already bit him a second time – which is how they knew that he drinks blood, not milk as he previously had – and Gunn wasn't too keen on a third.
Suddenly, Wesley stopped moving altogether. He was completely motionless and had even stopped breathing.
"Uh, Wes?" Gunn shook him gently but still he was immobile. Gunn started to panic and shouted. "Guys, something's wrong with Wes!"
As they came running towards him, Gunn loosened his hold of Wesley.
Wesley opened his eyes instantly. This was his chance.
"Ah! Freedom!" He screeched in his raspy cartoonish voice. He jumped off the table and was halfway across the lobby before any of them realised what was happening. The front doors were opened as Angel entered and Wesley tried to rush past him. However, Angel caught him just in time and Wesley struggled to be let down.
"Hey, Wes. Whoa, easy; they told me-"
"Let go of me, half-breed!" Wesley hissed. Angel was taken aback, although he already knew that he could talk from what Gunn told him earlier. It did sound like Wesley, just… squeaky… er.
"Geez - you know, you're nastier as evil vampire kitty." He said, ignoring Wesley's request as he walked further into the hotel lobby. He returned Wesley to Gunn and took out his purchases.
"Hey, you got him a collar!" Cordelia said, taking it from him.
"Yeah, but no tag. It's just for the leash." Angel told her.
Cordelia held it up and frowned. "Angel…it's in pink."
Angel quickly took it from her. "Oh, um… they had nothing else and I had to rush." Cordelia nodded slowly as if she didn't believe him but accepted the explanation anyway.
Angel turned to Wesley and smiled as he attached the collar on him. "There you go, gorgeous."
Wesley scowled.
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"So did any of you see what happened?" Angel asked Cordelia and Fred.
"No – one second he was happily researching away and the next he was cursing demonic threats." Cordelia said. They turned to look at Wesley who was tied to the pillar near the stairs with Gunn keeping him company.
"Do you think this is part of the spell that we didn't know about?" Cordelia asked.
Angel shrugged. "Maybe."
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Wesley was laying his head on his paws when he peered lazily at Gunn and said, "Yo, bald head."
Gunn frowned at him. "Who are you calling bald head, whiskers?"
Wesley stretched languidly as he stood before he sneered. "Ooh, whiskers. Did you think that all up by yourself, egg boy?
"You know…" Gunn started to say. "Whatever. I'm not gonna take this from a cat." Gunn got up from where he was sitting on the stairs and walked towards the others.
"Yeah, walk away," Wesley said. "pansy-ass."
Gunn stopped and glared at Wesley. "Hey, you're ass is pansy."
"No, my ass is naked." He turned around. "And it's pointing at your…"
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"How's Wes doing?" Angel asked.
"Quiet. After that whole thing with Gunn" Cordelia glowered at him who just grumbled back. "There's been hardly a peek."
"Hey, he had it coming to him." Gunn said.
"And yet you're the one with all the bruises." Wesley shouted, hearing the conversation.
Angel gave a little chuckle to which he received a glare from Gunn. "Hey, you against a cat."
Gunn grumbled. "He cheated."
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"Hey, Angel. What are you thinking about?" Cordelia asked, seeing his far away look.
Angel leaned on the counter and said contemplatively, "Did you guys notice that vampire cat Wes is a bit…"
"Evil?" Gunn said.
"Manic?" Cordelia put in.
"Childish." Angel finished. "Not like the human vampire Wes."
"Maybe he's regressed." Cordelia said. "You know, the smaller brain."
But Angel wasn't listening. "Do you guys hear something?" Angel asked them suddenly. They tried to hear for the source of the sound when their eyes finally rest upon Wesley.
His voice increased slowly as he chanted, "Arava der biem tu ta amen-"
"Hey, I know that spell…" Angel frowned as he tried to remember what it was.
"-var ta'ala mortu vi'tirash ii-"
Angel said slowly, "Yeah, it's for turning people into…" his eyes widened. "Somebody, stop him!"
Cordelia got it instantly. "Wes, stop!"
But he continued, getting louder. "-Devvra catl-"
"Or no more blood!" She threatened.
"-di'a… whatever." Wesley slumped down onto the floor and ignored them as if nothing happened. After a few confused seconds, Gunn turned to Angel.
"What was he going to do?"
"You don't want to know." Angel told him. "Just be thankful he didn't finish the spell."
Gunn was quiet for a moment before he asked "Why do I suddenly have a craving for carrots?"
Angel patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, it'll wear off. Just… stay away from the garden for a while."
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"Did you find that magician guy?" Cordelia asked Angel a while later.
"No. After my visit, he's been MIA." he answered.
"What's Wes doing now?" Gunn asked as he joined them. Cordelia and Angel looked at him and sure enough, Wesley was doing something weird. He was facing them and was repeatedly lifting up his right paw for as long as possible before losing his balance and doing it again.
"It looks like he's trying to point at something." Cordelia said.
"Well, whatever - at least he's behaving."
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Fred came down the stairs and saw Wesley in the middle of his paw-lifting. She sat next to him and asked sweetly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm attempting the finger." He said matter-of-factly.
"Oh…." she got up. "I'll leave you to it then."
"Much appreciated."
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"It'll be dawn soon." Cordelia noted.
"And we still haven't figured out what's happening to Wesley, or how to fix it." Fred said dejectedly. "And he's getting restless too."
Sure enough, Wesley was pacing agitatedly back and forth. "Useless humans; I will kill you in your sleep, invade your dreams with atrocious nightmares, rain down nightly terror, tear your flesh from your bones and drench the earth with your mortal blood."
"Yeah? I'd like to see you try." Gunn told.
"Oh, I will." Wesley said. "But I don't feel like it right now."
"Huh, knew you were all talk."
Wesley growled. "Maybe I should turn back human right now so I can start with you!
Angel was confused and immediately asked "What are you talking about?"
Wesley scoffed. "About turning back? Oh, I know this spell you all are trying to figure out, and I know how I can turn back human – sans the soul and more powerful. All I have to do is say," – 'poof' – "Miaow."
Author's note: MIA – missing in action.