A/N: So "Santa" hooked me up and got me a Macbook Pro! Which is like a thousand times better than that dying Pc I had before.
Violetmoon: See what happens when you believe?
Me: Aren't you suppose to be depressed as hell?
Violetmoon: Eh, popped in an aspirin. According to the bottle I'll be good for the next six hours.
Me: . . . . Aight then. So, I'm gonna make this a SUPER SUPER LONG CHAPTER. So my puppies, I hope you're sitting down cause I'm about to unleash a chapter the size of the Bible.
Violetmoon: Let's get her done.
(btw, check out my poll on my profile. I'm having trouble deciding whether I should write a sequel to A Girl's Pawprints. Vote you answers folks! :) )
Violetmoon
Words could not describe the awful feeling I got when I looked into Sol's yellow eyes. I could feel my organs trembling at the sight of him. Alena must've had it all wrong. This guy was far from good, he was the worst of the worst! I couldn't even write a list of reasons why because then I run out of paper.
I ducked behind Alena, hissing furiously at the tom. "Get away from me you loner, half-Spirit, Kiara-ass-kissing, no good low life, pervert!"
I could see Sol trying to suppress a smile. "My what a mouthful.
Another furious hiss escaped my throat.
Alena looked at me like I was crazy. She beckoned Sol to come closer. As he stepped forward, I took three steps back.
"Violetmoon." Alena sounded a little annoyed. "What's gotten into you?"
"Him," I said narrowing my eyes at Sol. "He's an evil cat-as well as selfish, stupid, arrogant, completely heartless, and a pedophile."
Now Sol smiled, and on top of that laughed. "Well I wouldn't say pedophile. I mean I'm no Sandusky."
I rolled my eyes. "Lusting over a girl who's three times your junior is just as bad as showering with little boys!"
"We are getting really off topic here."
Sol and I stared at Alena, who had her hands up trying to calm us down. "I sense there's some sort of misunderstanding here."
I nodded. "Um to the tenth degree. You trust this pervert to pass on secret information to you?"
Alena looked at me weirdly. "Pervert?" She looked at Sol. "What did you do?"
"Now why do you always assume it's my fault?"
"Because you're Sol," Alena said, though she said in a way that she was laughing. "Care to tell me exactly what happened?"
Sol sighed. "Well-"
"This bastard wants me to be his wife!" I could hardly control the words as they came out.
Alena looked at me, then to Sol, and then back to me. "Um . . ." She turned back to Sol.
"Alena I can explain?" Sol said. His eyes looked pleading. Ha! I got him now.
Alena nodded for Sol to Speak.
"Alright," he said, taking a deep breath. "It is true what she said about me wanting to marry her." He looked at me. "But it was for your own protection."
I stared at him. "How?"
"If you only know half the things Kiara was planning to do you . . . . You probably kill yourself to avoid the pain. That's when I realized I could never be like Kiara, and I could never work for her."
Alena nodded. "That's when he came to me for help."
I whipped my head at Alena. "Wait, what!"
"It's not my story to tell," she said. She looked at Sol. "Go on, tell her."
"It was around the third month you had been a cat/human. Kiara began to notice sudden changes happening. Strange forces of energy and power gathered themselves creating something more powerful than even she."
"What did they make?" I asked.
"You."
My eyes widened. "Me? You mean to say I'm more powerful than Kiara?"
Sol nodded. "Exactly. There have been many threats to Kiara. And maybe of them she's been able to get rid of in a heartbeat. But you . . . . You're like some sort of bomb she's afraid to touch in fear of self-destruction."
"What? Self-destruction? How can killing me possibly harm Kiara?"
Sol sat down. "You remember the night you fist met her by the lake?"
I nodded. How could I forget? That was the night she tried to kill me.
"Well," he said. "that night, Kiara made one of the biggest mistakes she could've ever possibly made. You see, Kiara shouldn't have even been out there in the first place. She was in a mental that left her incapable of doing what her heart wanted. She had a, sort of a, distraction."
"What kind of distrac-"
"Let me finish the story please! Anyway, Kiara wasn't well the night she went after you. I told her to stay and wait until she was better. But that girl is stubborn. She wouldn't listen to a word I said." He stopped for a minute and looked to the ground. "Violetmoon you've taken Chemistry right?"
I nodded. How the hell did that have anything to do with this?
Sol smiled. "I'll tell you why it does. In the Periodic Table, nonmetals have more electronegativity than metal, right?"
I nodded slowly. Even Alena was looking at Sol weirdly now.
He continued. "What exactly does that mean Violetmoon?"
Confused as hell, I answered anyway. "It means that nonmetals can attract more electrons from metals. Electronegativity generally increases as you left to right on the Periodic Table, and all metals are found on the left, and all nonmetals are found on the left. So there."
Sol nodded. "Very good, couldn't have said it better myself."
"Alright, so I know my basic rules of chemistry. What does that have to do with me and Kiara?"
Sol did another smile. I think he overdosed on happy pills today.
"Violetmoon," he said. "That night, you did exactly what you just explained for me."
I raised a cat brow. "I . . . . extracted electrons from Kiara?"
"Sol what the kolasi are you taking about!" Even Alena was starting to get frustrated at him.
"What I mean to say," Sol explained. "Is that on that night, Violetmoon, you sucked away part of Kiara's soul into your own body."
I collapsed to the ground, my knees too shaky to hold me. "You me to tell me that . . . . a part of Kiara's soul is in me?"
Sol nodded slowly. "She was so distracted that night, her mind was somewhere else, even you, despite how weak you were, were powerful enough to take a part of Kiara and make it part of your own soul. Violetmoon . . . ." He took a step closer to me. "A part of Kiara lives inside you."
I felt like I wanted to throw up and it wasn't from the kits. The thought that a part of that horrid bitch was in me, the same body that my kits were in, sickened me. Then a thought occurred. It was after that fight at the lake that I began to have that control feeling over me. Could it be? . . .
"Sol," I said. "This thing that's been controlling me lately . . . it's Kiara isn't it? And it's cause I have a part of her inside me."
Sol looked away from me, to nowhere in particular. "Yes. You're like her little puppet . . . . and it's all cause of me." Now he looked sad. "I . . . I was the one who told her she could."
Anger surged through me. "WHAT!"
"If I had known how bad she was going to torture you I never would've said anything!"
"Sol do you have any idea how much I've suffered because of her?"
"Do you have any idea how much I have suffered because of her?"
I snorted. "Please, how could an evil slime like you possible be suffering from her?"
"You have no idea how truly evil she is. I thought I was bad before I came to her. Evil has a new definition with Kiara. The things I've seen, the things I've done. At first it was okay with me, but then eventually the more innocent lives Kiara began to take, and the more I reflected on my own life, the more empty and disgusted I felt with myself. I wanted out. But of course that's the last thing Kiara would let happen with a smart cat like me. My intelligence, which I once prized, was now my curse. I tried to escape but was caught."
He turned his paw over and reveal what appeared to be a pad being re-grown or something. "She ripped my pads from paws, with her own bare hands. If you don't think that hurts then you must be high. It was that moment when I laid there, my paws bleeding crazily that I realized I was trapped. I could never escape Kiara, not without help anyway.
"At first I thought Alena would turn me away, maybe kill me right on the spot. However, when I snuck out of Kiara's world to come here, Alena welcomed me with a smile. She agreed to help me escape Kiara. In return though I would act as a spy for her, reporting anything I heard that could be considered dangerous."
"Your sob story is touchy Sol," I said. "But I'm not convinced. Why did you lust over me and want to marry me?"
Sol sighed. "That's an equally complicated story. Many centuries ago there was a beautiful Taino princess. Her name was Kachi, and she was beautiful. When I went with Columbus to the West Indies, she was one of the first natives I saw on Hispaniola. Unlike the fair-skinned girls I was accustom to in Spain, Kachi had a natural look to her. She had dark skin like fertile earth-like you. Her black hair was wavy and went down to her hips. And she had the prettiest face. Round, a little nose, and her almond shaped eyes were like brown mixed with milk. She was a vision. She was also a half-Spirit.
"At first she was frightened of me. But eventually she too fell in love with me. I wanted to marry her. I could care less about what my father said to me about marrying a girl with dark skin. I was in love with her, that's all that mattered. I planned to sneak Kachi with the cargo on the ship until we got back to Spain, then we would both live in the countryside.
"But fate choose to laugh at my plan and tear it up completely. The ship's crew found her one night. I tried to save her, I really did. I even prayed-prayed!-to God that she would only received a few beatings and nothing more. She got the beatings alright, and was raped by the crew. Once we met up with Columbus' ship, he decided to take her on his ship.
"The minute our ship docked in Spain's port, I jumped from my ship and ran to Columbus' ship. But Kachi wasn't there. When I asked one of the crewmembers where she was, he said that Columbus had sold her to a Lord somewhere in Spain. He found her in the cargo and took her for a mistress.
"I searched for five years for this Lord, and I finally found him, and Kachi. She had given birth to three of his children, all of them killed because of their half-dark blood. But the Kachi I had known was gone and replaced with an angry demon instead. She screamed at me saying how she'll never forgive me for ruining her life. She even tried to kill me. I left that night feeling like my heart had been torn into a million pieces and stomped on. And despite her attitude to me, I felt more sorrow when I found out that Kachi had killed herself two months after I saw her.
"Like every half-Spirit, her soul was reincarnated into that of another. But at the time I was too busy with my dark metamorphous to find her new body. However after my defeat and permanent transformation into a cat, my love for Kachi was still burning in my heart. As I tried to build myself backup, I searched for the new bodies of Kachi. Even in each new body she was beautiful. The was four bodies after she died that I never knew, but the others were an Aztec Indian, an Arabian princess, a Sri Lankan peasant, a gypsy dancer from the Middle East, and many other lives she was reincarnated to. That latest life that holds her spirit is . . . ."
He looked straight into my eyes. "You."
I could feel my stomach in my throat. "In a past life . . . . I was in love with you?"
Sol nodded. "Yes, deeply in love."
I felt faint again.
Sol walked up to me, came down beside me. I afraid to look into his eyes, afraid I see that lusty, moony look in his eyes, the look that sent chills throughout my entire body. But when I looked in his eyes, they were far from that look. His yellow eyes were soft, gentle, and . . . . Holy crap! Watery? Was this guy about to cry?
"Violetmoon . . ." He was struggling with words. "When I found out that you the latest reincarnated body of Kachi, and the same half-Spirit that Kiara was trying to kill, something in side me . . . . snapped. All the feelings I had for Kachi returned. That's why I wanted Kiara to promise me that I could marry you after I did what she said. I wanted what was left of Kachi to be with me forever . . . and I wanted to protect you. With you as my wife, I would be able to save you from half the things Kiara was planning to do you."
He paused, reflecting on something in his mind. "But none of this can excuse my pedophilic behavior towards you. Violetmoon I'm . . . . ." He forced the word out like he was choking on it. "Sorry. I'm sorry."
Whoa. Did I just hear what I thought I heard? An apology from Sol? I took in everything he said. Even if the story was BS, I knew for a fact that most evil half-Spirit wouldn't swallow their pride and say sorry. But the fact that he wanted to protect me instead of harm me was . . . . . actually . . . . sweet. And hen I thought, if Sol's intentions was to harm me, wouldn't he have done it a long time ago?
I looked Sol, placing my paws on him "Sol, you are probably one of the most fucked up characters I've ever met in my life."
He frowned, looking down at his paws.
With a deep breath, I spilled out my next sentence. "Up until now. I now know a side of you that probably every cat doesn't. All the doubts in my head about you have just been thrown out. Sol I . . ." Now it was my turn to force out words. "I thank you for trying to protect me. I'm really grateful."
I did a quick reality check to see if I really just said those words. I looked into his eyes. They were bright, with a light in them I only see with cats that are really happy. Yep, I defiantly just said those words.
Alena, who I had forgotten was here until now, cleared her throat to speak. "So Violetmoon, now you're eyes are opened. I hope you can forgive me for all the information I've kept from you."
I smiled sweetly at her. "Of course Alena."
She smiled back to me. Suddenly there was this dazed look in her eyes. She closed her eyes, putting her head on her forehead, and let out a breath of anguish.
Sol rushed to her side. "Alena? Are you alright?"
She messaged her temples. "Yes . . . Yes I'll be alright. I just need to rest now. Sol, take Violetmoon and show her what she must do."
Sol nodded. Alena looked down to me. Despite the pain she was obvious in, she smiled at me. "Good luck Violetmoon. We're all counting on you."
She disappeared in golden dust.
Sol looked to me. "So, all's behind us?"
"Well, I don't like you a hundred percent."
He frowned. "Oh."
I smiled, whacking him with my tail. "But I do trust you a hundred percent."
He smiled. "I was hoping you would, even after all I've done. Now, shall we go on?"
"Wait."
He nodded at me.
"Can I go back to the clans?"
"This won't take long, just a night-tops. Besides, when you go spirit worlds, time stops in the moral world. TO the clans you're still asleep in your den."
"I know but . . . . there's someone I have to talk to down there."
Sol, being the smart ass he was, looked down at my belly, then to me. He sighed. "Alright. I'll give you an hour. And good luck. Trust me, I know from first-hand experience that Blackstar isn't the most understanding of cats."
I nodded. "Thanks."
It only took a mere few seconds before woke up in the nursery. Sol was right. Nothing had changed. It was night and the clan was asleep.
I got up and felt like I was dragging a whole ocean with me. I looked down at my enormous belly. Damn! I looked like I would pop any day! I just hoped it wouldn't be while I was visiting Blackstar. That would be just a tad awkward.
Sneaking calmly out of the den, I scanned the camp. Everyone was asleep. Thank heavens, now these would be easier!
I dissolved into the air, traveling into the air to the ShadowClan border. At the same time I played with Balckstar's head, making him think he needed to stretch his legs by the border.
Landing softly on the ground, I reformed myself and quickly hid in the bushes. About five minutes later, Blackstar appeared. His broad white shoulder glowed in the moonlight, and his eyes were dashing, shinning like emeralds.
"Blackstar!"
He whipped his head around, but didn't say anything.
"Blackstar!" I said again.
This time he seemed to recognize my voice. "Violetmoon?"
I smiled. "Yes! It's me." I starting coming out of the bushes.
He smiled when he saw my face. Crossing the border, he started running towards me. "Violetmoon, thank StarClan, I haven't seen you in ages I thought you-"
He stopped in his tracks when I was fully out of the bushes. And when his eyes settled on my stomach, the happiness in his face died.
I walked up to him. I looked straight into his eyes. "B-Blackstar, is something wrong?"
He just continued to look at my belly. "Are . . . Are they mine?"
I looked down at my stomach, wrapping my tale around it. I nodded without looking at me. "Yes."
Blackstar took a few steps back. "Are you sure?"
I snapped my head up. "What do you mean 'are you sure?'"
"Well how am I suppose to know if you-"
"-if I what? Seeing another tom behind your back Blackstar? Don't you trust me?"
Blackstar was quiet.
My jaw dropped a little. "Blackstar . . . have you been seeing another she-cat behind my back?"
His eyes got angry. "No! Why would you even ask such a thing like that?"
"Well you questioned me first."
We both looked at each other, angered at what the other had said. Suddenly the things everyone had been saying about Blackstar starting coming to my head. But I shook them right out. He was just shocked. He'll come to his senses eventually.
I stepped closer to Blackstar. "You don't have to take care of them or anything, they'll stay in the clan with me, and I'll-"
"You're right I'm not taking care of them."
I felt my eyes widened on their own. "Excuse me?"
"You're carrying them," he said. "They're your responsibility."
"But they're also your kits. They didn't just magically grow in my stomach."
"Still, I can't just walk into ShadowClan with kits saying they're mine. What will the clan think of me?"
"What will the clan think of you? That's what your worrying about right now? How about think of the fact that you're gonna be a father?"
He sighed. "You sound so naive Violetmoon. You sound like having these kits are a good thing."
I felt my heart breaking. "Having kits are!"
"Yes!" he said, frustration at the edge of his voice. "When you have them with a tom in your own clan."
It was like there was a rock in my stomach. "What? So these kits are going to be different just because they have parents from different clans?"
Blackstar sighed and looked away from me.
I gasped. "Blackstar, half of them are you. And the other half is me, Violetmoon, the cat you love-"
"I don't care if they have my blood!" He yelled so loud I thought he would wake up both ThunderClan and ShadowClan. "They can never belong to my clan because they also belong to your clan!"
"I'm not even from the clans Blackstar! I'm a rogue!"
"They'll still be half-bloods."
Half-bloods. It wasn't what he said that made me angry, it was how he said it. He said it in a way that sounded like my kits, his kits, were not even worth being born. A terrible feeling erupted in my belly. How could he be doing this to me?
"Blackstar . . . you're starting to sound like . ."
"Who? Tigerstar?" He laughed but in a non-humor way. "I guess I do."
I took a few steps. It was at that moment that I realized that Blackstar would never make a good father for my kits.
I looked away from him. "They'll always be yours Blackstar."
He said nothing, like he was ashamed or something.
"I just want you to remember that."
Again, he didn't say anything.
"Okay then. Goodbye Blackstar."
"Goodbye Violetmoon."
He turned and walked away, not even taking a second glance at me.
After he was out of sight and I couldn't sense him, I collapsed on the ground and began to bawl my eyes out. This was the worst feeling in the world. I felt stupid, lost, confused, angry, sad, and above all, alone. Now I know how Sol must've felt when he found Kachi. Heartbreak is almost unbearable. It like a feeling of embarrassment times a thousand. I felt like was going to throw up my entire insides. And yet all I did was lie on the ground and sob uncontrollably.
I heard footsteps behind me and then heard a familiar voice.
"Being dumped sucks, doesn't it?"
I turned my head and saw Sol standing behind me. I continued to cry.
He came to my side, and began to rub my back like a mother rubbing the back of her sick child. He didn't say anything, which to be honest I preferred. At the moment I didn't want to hear what anyone had to say. I just wanted to get all my emotion out before I got down to business.
After another five to ten minutes of crying, I finally stopped. I looked up to Sol. He gave me a comforting smile.
"Thanks," I said.
He nodded. "Sometimes the best thing to do to a friend who's in pain is nothing at all."
"Wise words."
"Well I am only over thousands of years old."
I giggled. You know, once you got to know the guy . . . Sol wasn't all that bad. But I wasn't just about to let my guard down on a tom. Last time that happened . . . .
I looked down at my stomach.
Sol helped me up. "Come. There's someone important I want you to meet."
With the blink of an eye, I went from the forest, to a beautiful valley. Flowers of every color grew in the green fields. Wild horses ran free, waving their manes as the wind blew. The air smelled sweet with the stench of flowers and grass. Cutting through the middle of the valley, a stream followed south, the water a lovely dark blue.
I took it all it. This was the perfect place to go to after what I just went through.
"It's beautiful," I thought aloud.
Sol nodded. "Yes. Even I was taken by its beauty when I first came here."
"Why did you bring me here?"
Sol gestured to walked with him. "You came across with Alena that a weakness of Kiara's was probably her mother right?"
"Her love for her."
"Correct. I've noticed that too. Well, who better to help exploit her weakness than her mother herself?"
My eyes widened. "We're going to meet her mother?"
He nodded. "That's right."
"But I thought she was dead?"
Sol laughed. "Well of course she's dead. But after Alena became leader of the Spirits, she went into other spirit worlds and search for her mother's soul. Once she find her, Alena made this beautiful world for her to live in."
We walked to the stream. Sitting on a boulder overlooking the rushing water, a beautiful woman sat crossed-legged. She had olive skin, and had a long brown braid to the side. She was cloaked in a light blue tunic, with a think white veil on her had. She had silver bracelet on her wrists, on her ankles, and a silver band around her head. She looked like a Greek princess.
Sensing our presence, she turned. Her green eyes were stunning. They were like fresh grass with a shine.
I walked up to her. "Are you Titaia?"
She nodded. "You must be Violetmoon. A beautiful name for a beautiful cat."
I smiled. "Thank you."
Titaia reached down and plucked a flower. "Sol tells me you want me to help destroy Rhea?"
"Who's-"
I suddenly remembered that Rhea was Kiara's name before she became all Bloody Mary.
I nodded. "Yes. I know how hard of a request that must be, especially for you, her mother. But please understand. Kia-Rhea is causing more damage than you can possibly imagine. She's taking innocent souls, and she won't stop until . . . . Well until there's nothing left."
Titaia looked away, to the water. I could tell the words were stinging her heart. She twirled the flower by the stem between her thumb and index finger.
"Rhea was never good at expressing her feelings. That was one of the things we use to fight about. Whenever I asked her what's wrong, she just push me away. I feel all this is, these things she's doing, is to fill some hole in her heart. But that's just the thing. She would kill and the hole would be filled. But then the pain would return, and she have to kill again; even more to make just the hole will be filled right. It's terrible cycle she has herself in."
Everything she was saying sounded right. I asked myself how come I never thought of that? But what she was saying sounded like something only a mother would now.
Titaia continued. "I feel its guilt. As I departed from the human world to the spirit world, I could see in Rhea's eyes that she felt guilty for giving me hell and never showing how much she loved me. I wanted to kiss her and tell her that I loved her no matter what, but I couldn't. And now, she still feels terrible for not saying her final goodbyes to me. Do you know what her last words were to me? As I was lying sick in bed and she came in saying she was going out for a hunt. I told her to be careful, because there were strange men in the woods and I didn't want her to get her. She spat back at me how she wasn't a baby anymore. Then I told her how she would always be my baby. Then she yelled back at me face 'Then it's time to open your eyes woman!' and left. I died later that night, in my sleep, before she came home."
Titaia had a tear rolling down her cheek. She wiped it away. "She's still hurting," she cried. "My baby's still hurting, and there nothing I can do to fix it." She was crying now. "I was always there to help her when she got hurt. But I can't now. Do you know how painful that is? For a mother to see her children hurting and can't do anything about it?"
Even I was fighting tears. Amazing. She knew everything her daughter had done and was planning to do; yet she still thought of her as her little baby. In her eyes she probably saw little Kiara playing in front of their hut on the hills of Greece. It didn't make how many people Kiara killed or how much evil she's done. Kiara would always be her child, and she would love her no matter what. I guess that's what it meant to be a child. My thoughts went back to my own mother. Would she still love me, even if she knew everything I've done?
I went up to the crying Titaia. I gently licked her fingers. She looked down at me, smiling through her tears. Wiping them away with her bare arm, she plucked another flower from beside the stream.
"I would like to help you," she said. "But I can't. Rhea may be a heartless murderer . . . . But she's still my child. I carried her for nine months, I gave birth to her, I raised her, watched her grow into a strong child. She's still precious to me in my eyes. There's no way I can destroy her."
I looked down at my paws. "Oh."
"That doesn't mean I can't do something that can help you." She threw the flower into the river. "Wait here."
She left for a few minutes, and then returned clutching something in her hand.
Titaia placed an old doll in front me. It looked really old. The body was a round piece of wood with a poorly carved face on the top. A plain of piece of fabric served as a dress for the doll.
I whistled. "Wow. That's um . . . . some nice artwork there."
Titaia laughed. "Well my brother was the craftsman, not me." She stared at the doll for a second. "This was Rhea's when she was little. She named it Daphne. Most of the time, she pretended not to care for it. But one night I caught her snuggled up with it. And then the next day I found it hidden in her mattress."
She pushed the doll towards me. "If I myself can't cause Kiara to remember deep into her past, then this . . ." She tapped the doll. "Certainly will."
I nodded. "Thank you."
She shook her head. "No, thank you."
I was puzzled. "Me? Why you thanking me?"
"For breaking my daughter out of this curse."
She stood up. "After you destroy her, she'll be free."
Titaia nodded to the both of us. Then she turned and walked away, her long tunic dragging behind her. She walked into the sunlight. Then slowly, she disappeared.
A/N: Me: Ironic isn't it?
Violetmoon: What? That you asked for Juicy Couture for Christmas and got Apple?
Me: No . . . That the tom you liked hurt you, and the tom that once hurt you, you now like.
Violetmoon: Stop speaking all English professor with me. Anyway, folks, keep in touch for the BIG BATTLE in the next chapter.
Me: And don't forget to visit my poll to help decide if they'll be a sequel or not.
Violetmoon: Cheers!