A/N: still battling Writers block. Realized that it doesn't die, only goes into hiding. ... I made Creed OOC because... well... Its funny to see Shaiza lose her mind over random things he does. And many many black cat fanfics I've read have Creed almost childishly immature XD ANYWAY... Here is Chapter two!
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Creed was lounging on the living room couch, flipping channels on the tv when Shaiza walked down the hall into the room.
"Good morning," Creed said cheerfully, "All refreshed, dressed, and awake now?"
Shaiza just growled at him and went to fill Bandit's food dish.
"You're still here..."
"Indeed I am."
"I—Oh dammit!" as the dry food spilled all over the floor and Bandit started eating it on the spot.
"Fine, be a hoover vacuum!" She left the cat to his meal, slid the cat food back onto the counter and reached for a bowl of Special K.
Shaiza made herself breakfast, poured herself a glass of milk, and then walked automatically over to her couch, like she did every morning, but where this time, things got a little awkward.
Creed looked up and saw Shaiza glaring at him veeeery peculiarly.
"Yes?" he prompted, causing her to narrow her eyes ever so slightly.
"You're in my seat."
Creed looked down, at the couch. "I'm what—? Oh."
He shifted two seats over and Shaiza dropped onto the couch with a groan.
"This isn't going to work."
Creed looked up from the episode of Bugs Bunny and Tweety show, confused. "What do you mean, 'this isn't going to work?' As long as I'm stuck here I intend to make it work. Because you know, its not you, its me, right?"
Shaiza stared at him with her mouth half open for a second, before picking up her cereal and then taking it to the desk.
The chair was waiting there, like an old friend, promising safety, security, and most of all, SANITY.
"Just... Just stay over there for a while, okay.. Creed?"
Man but saying his name felt weird to her.
Creed nodded, his eyes glued to the TV.
"No problem, miss witch. I find this.. Absolutely delightful. What is it?"
Shaiza sighed, not nearly awake enough to begin the 'I'm-not-a-witch' chess match this early in the morning ."Its... Its a Television. Don't you have them where you're from?"
"But of course, but ours aren't so vibrant, so realistic, so... loud..."
Jeez, he'd fallen in love with her TV. Well, that was one way to keep him out of trouble...
"If its too loud, turn it down."
"No... No, I'm fine... Glorious... Simply glorious..."
Shaiza turned around, leaving the futuristic villain fawning over her not so futuristic TV and went back to her bedroom to fetch her laptop. She half expected him to be kissing the screen when she returned, but nope, he was still staring at a yellow canary being chased by a black and white cat.
Shaiza booted up her toshiba, loaded her story and reread the last thing she had written: Twilight jerked at the chains that bound her to the floor, but...
"Crap. Its complete crap."
She mashed the delete button until the offending sentence was no more and wrote in its place:
Twilight regained her senses slowly, sitting up on the hard cot and looking around. Her head pounded and throbbed from where she had hit it, and her muscles ached.
Shaiza chuckled to herself as she continued, the words flowing from her mind, to her fingers on the keyboard, to the document on-screen, as she envisioned the scene.
Her ears twitching at the steady drip-drip of water nearby and her eyes faintly glowing in the half light, she realized that she was in a dungeon cell somewhere underground, if the amount of moisture running down the walls was any indicator. As she tested her range of movement she found that strange, etched, manacles were clamped onto her ankles, and there was some sort of collar of the same material on her neck as well, most likely dampening her power. Sure enough, when she tried to reach the pool of gold magic within herself, she couldn't find it.
Twilight sighed and stood, brushing her tunic off as best she could before walking towards the door and peering out between the bars on the small window. Her first assumption had been right. She was in a prison cell.
The corridor beyond was well lit and warm, with a fat guard slouched in a chair, his back to her, methodically counting coins. Twilight waved at him and tried getting his attention for several useless minutes before realizing that the collar not only inhibited magic, but prevented speech as well.
Forced to use more obscure methods, Twilight knocked on the cell door, loudly, bruising her knuckles and startling the guard, who turned, a scowl on his face.
It reversed into a mocking sharp-toothed grin however when he saw who had disturbed him.
"Ah, the princess is awake. Did you enjoy yer nap? Its the last one you'll 'ave fer a while."
Shaiza could almost feel the heat of the torch as the guard brought it closer to his prisoner, she was so immersed in writing...
Twilight glared at the guard through the door, her golden eyes glittering as the guard brought the pig fat torch close to her face. The oil hissed and spat.
The man laughed. "The prince 'as somthin' special-like in mind fer you. We all thought he was going to kill you; like 'is killing the rest' of yer breed. But somthin' got into him. He came back carryin' an angel, and then up an' says "lock 'er up. Don't let 'er escape or you'll be next!" And we done as he asks, an' sharpish too. I wouldn' trade places with you, no sir, not fer all the powre in the world."
Shaiza leaned back as the well of ideas dried up.
"Well, at least that was better than the junk I had before."
She munched on her cereal and thought. Okay, what now? Bandit was hoovering his breakfast, her block was back, Creed was watching TV..
That was the problem. Creed Diskenth was in her house, watching TV.
"I should really let the cops deal with you. I don't know why I'm not on the phone with them right now." Creed looked back at her. "They'd think you were crazy."
"I think I'm crazy!"
He shrugged and went back to Bugs.
Well that didn't work, now did it? Think, genius.
But she couldn't think of anything except... "You watched me sleep."
Creed turned around again. "Yes, I did. And for the record, you sleep in funny positions."
There was a creepy tingle running up and down Shaiza's body. "You sick, perverted—! Oh my god I am so weirded out right now..."
She turned back to her computer and shuddered. Creed watched me sleep... Sure he's pretty hot but..
"NO!" She slammed both hands onto her desk and yelled it, denying whatever her mind was thinking. Then she stood up, walked over to where Creed was zoning out, picked up a pillow from the side of it and, to the exclamation of SUFFERIN' SUCCOTASH", from the program, whacked him upside the head.
"What the hell," she growled as he hit him again and again with the pillow, "gives you the right to creep on me?!"
Creed jumped up, his blond hair all messed up and pointed a finger at her dramatically. "You will pay for that!"
Shaiza placed both hands on her hips and stared him down. "Yeah? Whatcha going to do? Kill me? You'd have no way of going back to wherever you came from. And you're amazed at my shitty TV? You won't last half an hour out there in my world."
Creed pondered that and then all the fight went out of him. "I wasn't ...creeping.. Your cat led me."
Now it was Shaiza's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Okay, so my kitten led you into my bedroom. Why?"
Creed threw up his hands. "I don't know, ask him yourself! He makes no sense sometim—oh."
"Yeaah, I'm going to let the police deal with you. Good luck dealing with your personal problems." She reached for the phone, and dialled 911.
"Nine one one, what is the nature of your emergency?" A bored voice droned on the phone, and Shaiza was about to report a ficticious man breaking and entering, watching her sleep, and harrassing her, but then she stopped.
Dammit, nobody would believe her.
Slowly, and without making a single sound she hung up the phone.
Creed watched her with a depressed look on his face.
"Well?" He growled, his blue eyes narrowed.
"Well what?" She growled back, slamming the phone onto its cradle and turning. "First things first. Rules. There will be NO MORE of 'Shaiza's Sleep Watching. Are we clear?"
Creed nodded. "Ignore whatever the cat says, understood."
Shaiza didn't bother asking what he meant, she really didn't want to know. She held up her hand. "Rule two. Touch my computer, you will die; no exceptions."
Again, Creed nodded, glad he hadn't told her he had browsed her desktop while she was sleeping...
"Rule number three, Stay inside at all times. I don't care if I'm here or not here, you will remain inside this house. Understood?"
What are you, my mother?
"Yes, I understand."
"Good. Follow those three rules, and you may even enjoy living here. Oh, one more thing. Your sword." Shaiza held out her hand, palm up.
Creed placed his hand on his sword and turned, hiding it from view. "What about it?"
"I have a strict no weapon policy in this house." She snapped her fingers. "Hand it over."
Scowling, Creed unbuckled his Kotestsu and placed it into her open hand.
Shaiza ran off to hide it.
With a groan, Creed sat, thinking that he may have been better off taking his chances with the police after all then living with this girl and her crazy telepathic cat.. In the end, both places were the same.
Prison.
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there! Chapter two, and another head of the writersblock hydra defeated.