Dear Dr. Paws
AN: Grrr, aaargh. Nar nar nar...
Zombie is pleased. *noms reviewbrains* Here's chapter four as an apology for being MIA. Lithi and I are writing a lot ... just not always stories I can update the same day. *looks shamefaced*
Let's see if Lithi can slap me around enough to get me to do more updating tomorrow. XD
Dear Dr. Paws;
My cat Seras is acting really strange, I think she might be in heat, but she only likes my dog. She follows him everywhere now, instead of the other way around and I think she was trying to hump his paw. Ew.
Is there something I should do about this? She's still so small, I didn't think she was old enough, and to a dog of all things…
Yours Sincerely, Integra Hellsing.
"Master." The kitten panted, eyes glazed, "I feel strange." She quivered, and raised on her tiptoes, hind end In the air before she dropped to her side, running a paw across her face.
A large snout nosed her side and she cooed, curling around the source of heat. Nuzzling her cheek into his, she felt the press of his canines against her fur, and her whiskers quivered. She rubbed harder, imprinting her scent on him before he drew back and whuffed in amusement.
Mewling in loss, she pounced on his left forepaw, curling around it like a snake, and began to groom him this time. She felt his mirth curl in whisps along the edge of her mind, and stopped her grooming to roll on her back. She writhed against his knuckles to scratch the sudden itch that overwhelmed her shoulders.
She felt really, really, really strange. Hot, and cold, and tingly, and itchy, and… She sneezed. She felt really hungry suddenly, and her eyes gleamed with an unholy light as she made to bite her Master.
Thunder rumbled in her ears and her very bones and she froze. Her ears flattened to her skull, "But I'm hungry." She whined piteously, looking up into the crimson eyes of her Master.
He snapped his teeth lightly at her and shook her off his paw, 'Then go hunt.' He admonished mildly, the ring of amusement still lingering in his mental voice.
Hissing lightly at him, she puffed herself up and stormed out of the room, hoping to vent her infuriatingly mixed feelings on some poor tasty creature lurking outside.
When she slipped out of the pet door into the open air of the bright noon day, she let her instincts take control. Silent as a ghost she swept down the small steps and into the – comparatively – tall grass, scenting the air. Her whiskers quivered and her ears twitched at any sound, drawing her ever deeper into the quite large yard until she neared the hedges obscuring the chain link fence. There, she sensed something laying in wait to bolt. Prey.
Her already keen senses had been amplified ten fold by her transformation into the strange state of almost half death – alive, but not, she had vital signs, but had no need to breath or eat anything other than blood – and her acute hearing soon zeroed in on the frantic beat of her prey's heart.
She licked her chops and crouched low, crawling forwards slowly until she was in the prime position for a pounce.
She must have made a noise or something, because when she cleared the grass mid pounce, she met the clawed end of a hind foot kicking backwards, directly into her face.
She yowled and flew backwards, landing awkwardly with her head temporarily pointing the wrong way. Her neck cracked and grated sickeningly as it realigned itself. The rabbit's fight or flight instinct had apparently chosen fight, for he charged her and kicked again at her ribs.
She yowled, a furious sound, and curled around the appendage to sink her fangs into his ankle. Teeth met fur, and then skin, and finally clinked against bone as she greedily began to suck the bunny's veins dry.
He gave a weak cry, vampire saliva carries an inherent paralytic, and lifted his free foot to slam it into her head before collapsing.
Fortunately – or not, depending on who you ask – the kick was enough to jar Seras free, nicking her tongue and leaving a single drop of her own blood behind in the oozing marks.
Dazed, the kitten stumbled drunkenly, eyes unfocused.
She was tempted to go back to the bunny and rip him into bloody little chunks, but her stomach roiled and she nearly collapsed. Her head was killing her.
Mewling pitifully, she stumbled away towards the house, wishing that her headache would fix itself the way her broken neck and ribs had.
Her Master was downstairs, in the living room, sprawled on the floor watching the tv he had learned to turn on himself when the humans weren't home.
She shivered, and collapsed next to him, feeling woozy.
A broad tongue ran across her face, knocking her back to the floor where he proceeded to lick her to nearly unconscious bits.
'A bit messy, Kitten. Remind me to teach you how to make a clean kill of prey that fights back.' He commented as he transformed the fluffy blonde kitten into a striped furry mop, practically forming a puddle on the carpet beneath them.
Miss Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing entered her rather large home precisely at three on the dot, as always, and met a very unusual and faintly disturbing sight. In the living room was Alucard watching tv – no surprise there, even dogs must get bored – with Seras perched on his back paw. But she wasn't just perched there… Integra's face scrunched as she saw the way the little kitten's hips jerked and her legs danced back and forth. The dog was studiously ignoring the fuzz ball, attention fixed on the screen. She followed his gaze and smirked, he was watching Teletubbies.
She cleared her throat, and she saw his paw move to bat the remote, changing the channel. Seras, however, was oblivious.
"Ew…" The girl muttered, staring.
Picking the kitten up by the scruff of the neck, she carried her over to the couch and dropped her there, sitting herself to pet the blonde beast. Seras began to yowl and writhe, reminding the girl of the time she had visited her classmate, and her own cat had been in heat.
Was this what was happening to Seras? But she was so small! And wasn't she too young?
After a minute of petting, Seras wiggled free and launched herself at Alucard. Integra couldn't help but snicker as the tiny kitten began to molest the great big dog again; rubbing herself against him and scratching the side of her whiskers along any stretch of his fur she could reach.
Her dog gave her such a look, her laughter doubled. "It's your own fault for picking her up off the streets." She informed him, before laughing even harder.
Alucard was not amused.