Ā I press my body close to the damp leaves on the forest floor, my ears and tail involuntarily twitching, anxious to be awakened. I glance around with my muddy human senses one last time. I shift all my concentration to the inner, feline part of me; this part is easy, especially in these woods. One gasp of breath, and itās like seeing for the first time, all over again. My nose and ears are flooded with information; every squirrel, rabbit or deerās presence is stored within my boundless sense of smell. I hear the nonexistent crunching of my still-human feet. At the same time, all the colors dim into a soft monochrome palette, but itās barely noticeable through the rest of the information crashing into my head. Then the human part of my conscience moves to the back of my mind. I can still access it when I need to, but for now, I am a wild animal. Then I smell it: the rabbit, sitting in a clearing not too far away. My instinct tells me to rush towards it, and I do, halting a few feet away, behind some bushes. My mouth fills with saliva at the thought of the sweet, warm taste of rabbit, causing my teeth to clench and harden into the fangs of a cat. I creep as close to it as I can, careful of my clumsy human body, so focused on my prey that I don't notice the rustling of someone behind me, attempting to be quiet. The bunny sits, shivering, afraid that its own breathing will betray it to whatever hungry predator was there. Suddenly, I become aware of whatever is behind me, but now I donāt care. All I can think about is how the warm weight of the rabbit will feel when itās hanging from my mouth. I canāt take it anymore. In a rush of adrenaline, I pounce on it, easily snapping its neck. The rush dies down and I become aware of the warm, metallic taste of blood sliding down my throat. On my hands and knees, I drop the bunny on the ground and dig in, hungrily. Suddenly, a cry rings out through the air.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āBLAKE?!ā A small part of my human conscience reminds me that Blake is my name and that person is Yang. The feline half of me starts slipping away as I become more and more aware of my situation; but not before I catch a whiff of an intoxicating scent. All the progress my cat consciousness has made in trying to get away is destroyed as I snap back to whatever consciousness can most easily smell whatever the scent is. My nose leads me straight to the same fiery, blonde haired girl who called my name. Standing on two feet, I stretch up to reach her height.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āB-Blake? What are you doing?ā With great effort, I manage to tug back the last little human part of me to answer the question.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āI love you, Yang.ā I whisper. I bury my face into her neck. I stand up on tiptoe and lick her face. She backs away, suddenly.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āYouāre not the Blake I know.ā I am able to speak to her in my voice, but itāsĀ also not my voice. The words themselves sound the same but the tone is different: It sounds oilier, calmer, but with a desperate, almost crazy, edge.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āYang pleaseā She shakes her head violently. āDo you love me back?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āI love you Blake but only when your notā She gestures to the blood still dripping from my mouth. āLike this.ā I unsheathe one of my claws and press it against my own throat.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āKiss me, Yang.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā āBlake stop. What are you doing? I canāt kiss you when youāreā¦ crazy like this.ā I press my claw harder, drawing blood.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āKiss me!!ā Yang has a look of horror on her face when she realizes what Iām doing, but she leans towards me, reluctantly. I grab her waist and press my mouth against hers. Our lips lock. I feel an incredible surge of passion, but Yang is still tense beneath me. I kiss her over and over again, trying to get her to feel the same surge of passion as I do. Eventually, something snaps in her. I can feel her kissing back. She strokes my cat ears and I fall into an uncontrollable fit of purring. I lick her face and she returns by lapping up some of the blood on my neck. Finally, we start to get tired. Yang pulls away and looks at me, almost smiling and out of breath.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āAs much as I hate this version of Blake, you are one good kisser.ā In that moment, my feline conscience flees, leaving an incredible rush of dizziness. I steady myself on Yang as my powerful senses rush out and are replaced by color. I open my eyes and take in the scene around me: the dead rabbit, a fresh cut on my neck, and most of all, Yang, whose lips were puffy and swollen.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āY-Yang? What happened? Are you ok? I-Iām so sorry-ā Yang cuts me off by drawing me close and hugging me.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āItās good to have you back.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āI had no idea you were there. Normally, when I do that, I only go eat a rabbit or something and then return. This has never happened before. And why am I, s-so tired?ā Yang lifts me up in her arms and I struggle against her powerful arms but then relax.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āI love you too, Blake.ā She whispers in my ear.
My girlfriend and I wrote the story together, as you may notice she did most of the writing. lol We combined both of our nicknames together at the bottom Kammo Kid and Qat With A Q! Hope you like it!!!
