Why did Christine scream? Let's find out! I am poor therefore, I own nothing.
I knew that Christine was about to get the shock of her life. I spent the whole day asleep until I felt myself beginning to tingle. Christine stood with her back turned to me. I took a deep breath as the tingling sensation got stronger. I was engulfed in shimmering dust and when I could see again, I was much larger. I looked down at myself. I was coated in black, ginger, and gray, though my arms and legs were black. I pulled my hand up to my face. My face was as soft as fur. I noticed that it seemed like I was wearing a jumpsuit except for the fact that it could not be removed and was skin tight. I felt something against my back and turned to see my tail still flicking back and forth. I turned back round to look at Christine. She was still turned away. She turned around. "Hello," I said. She screamed and I clamped a hand over her mouth. "Sshh. It's just me, calm down. Please." She took a breath and calmed down so I removed my hand. "Come, we're going somewhere we will not be disturbed." I stood, still taller than the girl and made my way downstairs. She followed, confused and eager. She followed me through shadows and to the Opera house where we went in through the Rue Scribe entrance. I lead her down to the house on the lake. She settled on the divan in the sitting room and I sat across from her on the sofa. "Go ahead. Ask away." I finally declared, playing with my tail.
"Who- What- are you?"
"It's me, Erik. Your Angel of Music. I am a Jellicle cat." I replied, watching her face slacken then tighten.
"What's a Jellicle cat?"
"Yes indeed. What is a Jellicle cat? See, when I died, my spirit turned into a cat. On full moons, Jellicle cats take somewhat of a human form." I looked up and down myself. "This full moon is a Jellicle moon which only occurs once a year. Somewhere, there are other Jellicles that are at a ball-"
"Which you should be at." Both Christine and I looked up to see another Jellicle. He had black and white stripes and a spiked collar. Munkustrap.
"Your father said I did not have to come, therefore, I am not. Christine, this is Munkustrap." She nodded to him.
"Imaginaire, Gus requests it of you."
"I. Am not. Going. If he wants me, tell him to get down here and drag me up there himself."
"Imaginaire, don't make this so difficult."
"Leave."
"No."
"Get out of my house!" I flashed my teeth and took a dagger from the cushions beside me.
"Erik!" Christine screamed. "Stop, both of you! Erik put down the dagger, Munkustrap, please leave. We will come up once him and I have a conversation, alright?"
"I will tell Gus."
"Thank you." With that, Munkustrap left and Christine sat back down. "Erik, Erik, Erik. Just the same as old times."
"You know I'd never change. Even if I was turned into a cat. I suppose we should be going as I have no doubt you'd like to see the other Jellicles." She nodded and we were off.
When we reached street level, we found Gus and Munkustrap already waiting for us along with a few other cats that I did not recognize. Gus pulled me a few feet from the cats and Christine. "How are you, Imaginaire?" He said rather suspiciously.
"I am just fine," I replied hesitantly. I could feel a plot was afoot. "If you do anything to her-"
"Don't worry everything's fine. I just wanted to have a conversation with you." He then came to my side and leaned up to whisper in my ear. "You see that dandy there?" I nodded seeing the pure white Jellicle who was grooming her head. "She's all yours."
"What?" I nearly yelled.
"She's all for you." I pulled away.
"No way am I going for her. I have Christine and we are both content with me being a cat and her being human." At least I hoped.
"Imaginaire, look at her. Is she really content?" I turned around and what met my eyes frightened me worse than anything. There, lying still on the stones, was Christine.