Chapter 13:Jaguar
Werecats (also written in a hyphenated form as were-cats) are creatures of folklore, fantasy fiction, horror fiction, and occultism that are generally described as shapeshifters similar to werewolves that, instead of a wolf, turn into a creature that is based on some species of feline. The species involved can be a domestic cat, a tiger, a lion, a leopard, a lynx, or any other type, including some that are purely fantastical felines. Typically, an individual werecat can only transform to one unique feline, not to a number of different species, and each individual type of werecat may be known by a more species-specific term such as "weretiger". The word "werecat" was not coined until the late 19th century, so it was not directly used in legends from earlier eras, only by later folklorists' commentary. -Wikipedia
"I'm giving you another chance, Swindle. Please don't screw this up..." The arms dealer gave Megatron a mischievious grin.
"I know what I'd like to screw.." He purred as he ran his tongue over his creator's jawline. Megatron gently pushed the smaller mech off.
"Just hurry up and go..."
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"What do you mean he got whalloped by a wrecking ball?!" The femme almost slapped the seeker for overreacting.
"Apparently, that archer-guy got a hold of one of those construction vehicles and pretty much knocked three-face into next week..." They hurriedly walked into the med-bay, where Bumblebee was having a hard time reaching for something.
"Why am I so slagging short!?" The bot whined a she tried to jump up. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Bumblebee smiled as he caught glimpse of Stascream.
"Thank Primus you're here!"
"Where's Ratchet?
"With the others trying to catch the thieves still... Why?" Starscream glared.
"I just want to know why my mate isn't BEING TREATED!!! Wait...how the slag did he even get here?" Blackarachnia sighed as Blitzwing whispering something along the lines of 'I want to die now.'
"Oh! Um... we carried him here..." Hearing another groan of pain, Starscream went to Blitzwing's side and inspected his injuries.
"Bee, get me something cold! Li-Li, do we have another welder?" Blakarachnia shrugged and made her way out of the room.
"I'll go check the storage room..." Bumblebee came back with something similar to a cold compress. The seeker took it, climbing on top of the triple-changer to reach his bruised, dented cheek. Blitzwing opened his optic.
"S...Starscream?" The seeker looked down at him with worried optics.
"Are you okay, Blitz?" The triple-changer's mind felt fuzzy, as if ten tons of fun just bitch-slapped him into next week... Oh wait...that DID happen... Stupid humans and their wrecking balls...
Speaking of which...
As Blitzwing started to recover his senses, he felt a horrible pain all over, though the cold on his cheek helped the pain go away a little. He knew his pelvic armor was broken in the impact, leaving it open. The fuzziness was gone, and he suddenly realized just how the seeker was positioned on top of him...
Oh dear...
"There..." Starscream pressed the cold compress closer to Blitzwing's cheek. "Does that feel good?" He suddenly felt something large and thick poke his pelvic regions. Arching an optic ridge, the seeker looked down, only to look back up with a flustered expression.
"I-I g-guess that feels good then... Hehe..." Starscream nervously bit his lip as he glanced at a very confused Bumblebee.
"Hey, Star-bot... What's on your thigh? It looks like a huge black-"
"Go get me another cold compress!"
"I'm on it!" When the yellow bot disappeared behind some cabinets, Starscream glared down at the triple-changer.
"Just once can we go through a day where you don't do or say something sexual?"
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"We're lost, Bumblebee..."
"No we're not, Prowl! I've seen that tree before-"
"They all look alike..."hey transformed into their bipedal forms. Prowl took a quick scan of the are while Bumblebee red his map.
"We're okay, Prowl. I just took the more 'scenic route'..." The ninja sighed and followed the yellow bot through the wooded area. They were on their way towards a Cybertronian space ship that had landed in the more wodded area of Detroit. He and Bumblebee were sent on this mission to see if said ship belonged to friend or foe. They stepped out into a small clearing, scaring away a few small creatures.
"Alrighty then," Bumblebee stated happily," We just need to move straight ahead, take a left at soem hiking trail humans made, and just keep going til we spot it!" Prowl just stared at him.
"H-how did you..." Bumblebee smiled.
"I started gettig my powers! It's kinda weird, though... I got some of Ol' Three-Face's abilities. He told me it had to do with stopping the transformation and having him as my mentor... I didn't really pay attention cuz his accent sometimes makes it hard for me to understand him and he left in mid-sentence when he spotted Screamer going into their room... I guess he had to tell him something..." Prowl shook his head. Sometimes Bumblebee was just so clueless. They kept walking until the yellow bot froze in mid-step. The ninja stopped behind him and began to worry when he started shaking all over.
"Bumblebee?"
"It....I't him! He's here!"Before he could ask, he was on the ground and pulling a sharp object out of his arm as a blast knocked out the yellow bot.
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Lockdown stepped out of his ship and onto the soft dirt of the forest. It had been a while since he'd visited Earth. His first encounter with the Autobots had not been good. Then again, he was sent by Megatron to kidnap the seeker for him. But what Megatron was willing to pay for the seeker was not worth it because of two very important factors: 1) He'd have a really angy vampire after him. 2) He had taken an oath long ago to protect seers at all costs. It's a good thing the bounty hunter spotted that tattoo on the seeker's back. They ended up on not-so-friendly-terms, but at least they were not fighting. He also thanked Primus Blitzwing had not detected what he was.
A small breeze hit his face. He closed his optics, taking in all the wonderful scents the forest held. He let out a deep rumble from his throat as he caught scent of a certain ninja. Another gust of wind came his direction, carrying the scent of a vampire and the ninja's blood...
Lockdown began running at an incredible speed towards Prowl.
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Prowl scooted back, away from the arms dealer. He held his bleeding arm tighter, in hopes that his vice-like grip would miraculously stop the blood flow. He glanced behind him, worrying about the unconscious yellow bot as Swindle drew closer.
"Oh, come now," He said smoothly as he walked closer, "Bumblebee will be fine, even if he only is a half-vampire..." He said the last part bitterly, outwardly showing his disgust as his lips contorted into a snarl taht showed of his elongated fangs.
"If it wasn't for that traitor and his little whore..." He muttered loudly, ingnoring Prowls glare, " He would've been whole, and he would've been MINE-"
"NO! he is NOT yours! Not now, not EVER!" the ninja yelled at the dealer. "If it wasn't for you, he would NEVER have to suffer how he does now!" Swindle rolled his optics and smacked Prowl with such force the ninja spit out blood.
"Oh, shut up..." His violet optics seemed to glaze over with red as he caught sight of Prowl's bleeding arm and mouth. He smiled evilly.
"You know, to us vampires, virgin blood is like wine... The older, the better" His smile grew wider as Prowl scooted back again.
"Bumblebee's was quite delicious, but he was young... Yours, however...you are much older than the little one, aren't you?" As he was about to grab the other's wrist, a loud, deep roar was heard. Prowl found himself looking at the back of a large, black creature and Swindle's astonished expression as the animal growled dangerously.
"The kid's MINE, Swindle... Now get your aft out of here before I make you..." It snarled. Swindle glared at it.
"Fragging weres..." He muttered. In a second, the vamire was gone, and Prowl was face-to-face witha what looked like a black jaguar with familiar striped on its face.
"You okay, kid?" The voice sounded oddly familiar...
"L-Lockdown?!" The jaguar grinned, showing off its large, sharp teeth. The ninja gulped.
"Who else would jump in and have to save your sorry aft, kid?" He glanced behind Prowl.
"How's the squirt?" Prowl tore his gaze off the jaguar and looked back at Bumblebee, who seemed to be recovering from the hit.
"He's fine. But what did he mean Bumblebee would be his?" Ignoring his question, Lockdown walked towards the yellow bots nuzzling him with his nose. Bumblebee stirred opening his optics. When he found staring into red, black-stilted optics, he hastily scrambled towards Prowl. Lockdown couldn't help laughing.
"P-P-Prowl!" He shrieked. The ninja cringed, hearing the younger's voice so close to his audios.
"It's fine, Bumblebee. It's only Lockdown-"
"Lockdown?!" Prowl felt as though his audios short-circuited from his scream as Bumblebee gripped his shoulders tighter. He used the ninja as a shield form the still-laughing jaguar.
"S-Stay back! I have a ninja, and I'm not afraid to use him!" Lockdown sprawled himself belly-up on the grass, still laughing at Bumblebee's actions and Prowls misfortunes. He met optics wit the the yellow bot, and all went silent. The jaguar didn't move as he kept staring at Bumblebee's blue optics wth an amused expression. He smiled, tail flicking back and forth playfully.
"You done screamin', kid?" He asked. Bumblebee only stared at the large cat on the grass as he watched him, amused at his previous actions.
"So... you're a good guy?" He slowly moved away from Prowl, kneeling close to the animal. Still on his back, Lockdown gracefully curved his body to see the young bot better.
"Not 'good', per se...but definitely not evil... Hey, can ya give me a scratch? My side's been killin' me..." Bumblebee awkwardly brought his hand onto the jaguar's large, furry stomach and began scratching, earning deep, content purrs from the bounty hunter. Bumblebe suddenly felt at ease and worked his way up to the cat's neck, geting more purrs form Lockdown.
"Heh..." the yellow bot laughed,"You're a big ol' softie, are't you?" The large cat gave him a look that obviously read 'Don't push it.' Bumblebee only smiled.
"Only for you, kid..." He grinned mischieviously.