AN: I only own Fluer. Everything else belongs to its right ful owners.
Anderson and Fluer stared at each other in shock. After several seconds, Fluer's fur stood up on end at the strange man. He chuckled at the sight before him. "Here Kitty, nice kitty… Where did you come from?" Anderson said as he knelt down, stretching his handout. Another thump sounded. "It's in the attic." Fluer thought. She stood up and sniffed the air. Anderson watched as the cups silently ran down the hallway in front of him on its hind legs. He stood dumb founded before his mind caught up before he followed the tiger.
Running after the tiger is difficult work, even for a man like Alexander Anderson. He ran down the hallway tell it reach a set of stairs. As he reached the top of the stairs he barely caught a glimpse of its hell darting around the corner. As he rounded the corner, he saw an open doorway with another set of stairs leading up. Anderson rushed after it to see what God's name it was doing.
The article is darker than the rest of the house and strangely quiet now. Anderson strained his ears trying to hear that cub or of what brought it up here. He stood there in the dark for what felt like an hour listening when he heard the cub hiss and spent as something ahead of him. He started walking forward. Anderson made it halfway to where he heard the hiss when he saw something small and furry flying right at him. Jumping out of the way, Anderson let out a curse. He glanced behind him but did not see the cub. In front of Anderson came a deep growl. From the darkness to glowing yellow eyes emerged.
"There ye are you monster! My people have been trying to get you for some time now." Anderson reached into his coat and start pulling out the bayonets that he had received. Instead of the normal silver blessed bayonets, they were made of gold. The glowing eyes blinked, and moved closer. A large tiger stepped into a beam of light that slipped through the boards on the window of the attic. The tiger growled low and crouched down, milliseconds before pouncing at Anderson.
He dodged out of the way and slashed at the tiger. He barely missed, only cutting some of the fur on its belly. The tiger landed a few feet behind Anderson. He spun around to face the tiger. The tiger stood up its hind legs and bared its claws. "Come on preacher man!" It said tauntingly. "Here's your chance… TO DIE LIKE ALL THE OTHERS!"