Dear Dr. Paws
Neko:Meow. An update! One of two, so I can keep up with Ju-Ju. This is fairly long for a Dr. Paws update, hehe. I know what I want eight and nine to be about, too. so glee.
Dear Dr. Paws;
Is it normal for cats and dogs to rip small animals to pieces? Even when they're fed daily and have no need to hunt? Walter has been complaining about the amount of bloody fur and half chewed legs in the backyard under the rose bushes, and I heard him tell Father that there were even blood stains in the house. Does this mean they need a new diet? It's quite discouraging, and messy.
Thanks in advance for your response, Dr. Paws, it's very helpful to talk to you about my animals, the local vet is a bit scared of them and doesn't take me seriously because of my age.
Yours Sincerely, Integra Hellsing.
Seras Victoria, the kitten childe of the canine vampire Alucard, and master of the bunnicula Pip Bernadotte, was dozing in a patch of sunlight in the open first floor window, taking advantage of the cushioned seat to splay herself out on her back to absorb the most warmth. She wondered if it was just a cat thing to enjoy sun bathing even while a 'creature of the night', as her Master preferred his naps in the shade.
No one was home; Integra was at school, Walter was out shopping – she heard him complain to himself about the cost of pet food increasing, and smirked inwardly – and Integra's Father… Well, the little kitten didn't know, she assumed he was at work, but hadn't snooped enough to know what that was, and her Master told her it wasn't important for her to know, so she continued her little nap and purred as her golden fur filled to overflowing with warmth. She was such a heat glutton.
The sun vanished, and she crinkled her whiskers, thinking it must be a passing cloud, but quite suddenly there was an awkward shift in the air and her eyes snapped open to see a hand snatching at her and shoving her into a sack. She writhed like a mad thing and screamed her little kitten head off as her claws struggled to find purchase in the bag to begin ripping it apart.
"Shaddap!" A familiar voice snarled and she yowled in pain as she was slammed against the wall of the house, temporarily stunned and limp, she felt the world sway around her as her former owner ran.
'Master!'
Ian McLean grumbled to himself as he leaned against the side of a house across the street from the blonde little bitch's almost-mansion. "Rich little cunt never paid me." He snarled, and wrapped the empty sack tighter around his fist. He was fed up, he'd been following her on her walks with her black mongrel, his cat, and the weird rabbit. "Buncha freaks." It had taken him a little over two weeks to get the timing right for this; no body home, and the neighbors would all be busy doing their own things. His cat, his, that he'd paid for, had been missing for three months now, most of his supposed friends told him to just get the fuck over it and buy a new kitten for his sister. He did, actually, but that's beside the point. He needed recompense for the kitten, damnit, a man has his pride!
"And that's the smallest cat I've ever seen." He muttered, glancing around him to ensure no one was watching before approaching his target casually, "Can sell her for hundreds." He smirked.
Strangely, it never occurred to him to wonder why such a clearly rich family had such crap security, they left the windows open when no one was home for Christ's sake! But their loss was his gain as he spotted Sasha dozing in one of those open windows.
Grabbing her, he shoved the miniature tabby into his sack, cursing as she began to thrash and scream like some wild animal. Determined to get her to quiet down, he swung the burlap at the wall to stun her, snarling, "Shaddap!"
When the bag went still he looped the end around his fist to keep it closed, and ran.
'Master!' The shriek tore against his mental barriers and he snarled as he woke, taking only seconds to realize something was wrong. His bond with his fledgling told him that she was quite distressed, and the distance between them was growing at an alarming rate.
'Who dares to take what is mine?'
Gathering himself, he leaped down from the couch, ignoring the still blaring television and whatever inane thing was playing across its screen to stalk over to the windowsill Seras had been sleeping on. Sniffing, he caught the unpleasant odor of the human that had been following them from afar, the one that thought to lay claim upon his Kitten.
Snarling, he leaped out the window, eyes burning with hell fire as he began his pursuit.
The insect would not make it through this day alive.
Ian looked back when he heard a woman scream, and nearly pissed himself in terror as he saw the black mongrel hot on his heels. That dog was huge! One snap of his jaws could take off his hand, or his head.
Cursing blackly, he darted into an alley where he knew a fire escape ladder was touching the ground. The sack at his side began to yowl again and writhe, nearly throwing him off balance. He sneered down at it, ready to slam it into another wall when the mutt began to bark.
"Shit!"
Fortunately, he made it to the ladder, and leaped up about three rungs before he felt a rush of air and heard the snap of jaws at his heels. Laughing mockingly, he scrambled the rest of the way up and swung the sack against the barred floor, "Stop your squirming you little skank!" He cursed, and when he looked up, he did piss himself. Wet heat trickled down his leg and he whimpered as he stared into not one, but three pairs of burning red eyes in the snarling face of the demon mongrel that had chased him down. "Oh god, oh mercy, oh…" He babbled, and tried to scramble backwards, forgetting that it led into empty space.
He fell, screaming bloody murder, but when he landed it wasn't in the alley, it was in a spacious hallway. The sack split open at his side and Sasha ran yowling to the demon, climbing up its massive shoulders to perch atop its head and stare at him with this disturbingly wrong eyes.
"Don't kill me!" He wailed.
Seras felt dizzy, and ached all over. Standing there, atop her Master's head, staring at the human filth that had tried to abduct her, she felt nothing but revulsion. Perhaps that was unkind of her, but she was a cat, and cats are fickle vengeful creatures when you get on their bad side.
The stench of urine was sharp and made her sneeze, her eyes narrowed upon the pathetic sight and her claws curled, pricking the skin under the thick black ruff.
'Kitten,' Her Master's voice rumbled in her mind and her bones as he growled audibly, baring his fangs, 'How would you like your first taste of human blood?'
She quivered, fur standing on end and whiskers stiffening. That sounded glorious.
Something unseen curled around her midsection and lifted her off her Master's head, perching her on one of the many end tables littering the house, and she sat obediently next to the ornate lamp, tail curling around her feet as she watched.
The Man finally made it to his feet and turned to run; that was a mistake. Seras' pupils contracted to near invisible slits as she observed the hulking, beautiful, terrifying, ebony form of her Master tackle him to the floor with his jaw clamped over the Man's right shoulder. With a sickening crunch and squelch, liberally seasoned with blood curdling screams and nonsensical gibbering, the Man's right arm was torn free. Her Master approached, wagging his tail, as he lay the severed limb at the base of the end table.
'Enjoy it, Kitten, for chances are it will be many years before you taste it again.' He informed her in an almost fatherly tone of mental voice before he turned back to his 'half' of the insolent creature that would lay claim upon her as though he had any right.
Seras leaped down from her perch and dug her greedy fangs into the soggy end of the limb, purring.
She heard ragged panting, swearing, thudding footsteps, and an even louder thud, combined with growls, snarls, and the tell tale crunch of bone giving way. She ignored it for the most part, happy to chew on the ragged flaps of skin and muscle.
Her Master used some sort of strange power to absorb the – what seemed to her – gallons of blood in the hall, and gobbled up the bones greedily, cracking them open for the tangy marrow within. There was nothing left to show of the Man but the red mark on the ceiling. When asked, he gave her such a wicked look that she decided she didn't want to know.
That was when he pounced on her to pin her down for another bath.
"Master! Ugh! No!" She wailed, squirming and flailing about dramatically.
Secretly, she enjoyed the excessive attention he lavished on her with these baths of his, but she'd never admit it to him. Ever.
When Integra arrived home, the first thing she noticed was Seras, practically dripping wet, bolting for her with Alucard hot on her heels. Eyes widening, she braced herself against the now closed front door as the kitten launched herself at her shoulders.
Ugh! The cold and slimy fur brushed against the back of her neck as Seras huddled behind her head, balancing on the top of her backpack to keep out of the big brute's overly affectionate reach.
"Bad dog, go outside." She scolded, "stop terrorizing Seras and turning her into a mop. Ew. I'd say you need a bath, but a towel will work for now."
Seras began to purr like a motor boat as Alucard stalked off to the backyard on stiff legs, clearly annoyed.
Making her way up the stairs, Integra failed to notice the red color of the ceiling - most humans never looked up, after all - the ten year old grabbed a fluffy towel from the linen closet and wrapped her blonde tabby in it, cocooning her in warm terrycloth. When she tossed her backpack on the floor by her desk, she glanced over at the bunny cage and noticed he looked rather worked up. "Huh, what's gotten into you?" She murmured, and toed the bedroom door closed before opening the latched cage door to let Pip get a bit of freedom while she dried the slobber ridden fur ball off.
Pip ran in circles, sniffing the floor before hopping up to the edge of the bed where she sat, sitting himself to stare up at the towel with wide green eyes.
"Silly rabbit, the kitten will come and play when she's dry."