|The Demon's Cat
Author: rosiedreamer PM
I've just been CAPTURED by this guy who says he's a demon, he claims to OWN me, my father just died, I'm being forced to MARRY him, I'm only seventeen, and this is NOT THE TIME FOR THIS TO HAPPEN! But he is sexy...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 22 - Words: 59,924 - Reviews: 530 - Favs: 194 - Follows: 75 - Updated: 10-27-07 - Published: 09-26-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2015508
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Ok, this is the… uhm… second… edit… wow, I suck…
Catherine's Point of view:
"AND HERE SHE IS, CATHERINE ROSE!!" I walked out onto the stage, my stomach in butterflies. The announcer introduced me as I tried to calm my nerves by listening to the soft patter of the rain on the roof. He finished, leaving. Biting my lip, I hoped I wouldn't screw up. The song started, making me sing.
When I finally finished, I bowed, smiling; the people were cheering. "Thank you!" I walked off stage and into the audience. They all pushed toward me, wanting to meet me.
OH MY GOD!! THE FREAKING PEOPLE WON'T LET ME THROUGH!!!! Idiots… I have to get home or my mom will piss at me…
"LET ME THROUGH, PLEASE!!" And, of course, I get the usual answer of nothing. Sigh…
"Let. Her. Through."
Whoa. Big, scary (sexy) voice. Everything went silent. The people stared at him. A guy, in all black, a hood covering his face. His clothes were wet from the rain outside, and his stance shown that of power.
… Well aren't we oh so high and mighty? Jerk…
Everyone moved out of my way, making me self-conscious. I cautiously made my way out of the crowd, toward him, and upon my arrival, he began to leave.
He continued, his pace fast, but natural. It was hard for me to keep up as I followed him. "What?"
He grunted in response. Wow, what a nice guy.
"Who are you?"
"Someone you should know but don't, woman."
A phone started to ring, obviously being his when he answered.
"But-- fine. I have her right here. Yes. Ok... I KNOW... Yes, I fucking know... Ok! I get it! Bastard..." He hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket. "Looks like you're coming with me after all."
My walk faltered, having being caught off guard. "Excuse me?"
"You're coming with me."
"What? I'm not going with you anywhere."
"Yes, you are," he placed a hand over my eyes, and when he removed it, we were someplace else. I wonder if it was teleportation... Is he a...? No, couldn't be...
"What the hell?! Where am I??"
The guy put down his hood, revealing himself. There were still drops of water on his face, slowly running down, but what was most striking were his blood red eyes. He shook his head to get some of the water off his face and out of his hair before looking at me. "You'll be staying here until it's time to leave."
"What the fuck? Here? How'd I even get here? Who are you?" Wow, he's… actually kind of nice-looking…
"Stop the questions."
"Teleportation, right? Who are you?"
"Impossible." No, actually, it is, I've been teleported before, I'm just trying to figure out how the hell he can do it... He better not be a…
"I'm a demon, bitch."
Oh, my god, flying fuck… DAMMIT!!!
"You're a demon?!"
"What else would I be?"
"Take me back. Take me back now. I do not want another encounter with a demon."
"What do you mean, another? You haven't been marked, have you?"
"No! Take me home!"
"You act like such a child. What, are you like, ten or something?"
I scowled. "I'm seventeen, thanks."
I laughed at her frown. "You're probably never going to go back home again."
"Then where the hell am I going?!?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, to many questions…"
"Who are you?"
Ok, now she's getting annoying. I held my hand out toward her. "Drake. Your new master."
She drew back, refusing to shake my hand. I rolled my eyes, raising a hand to rub my temple. This girl was giving me a headache…
"Master? What the fuck are you on?"
I growled, growing my wings, thoroughly irritated with her shit, picking her up and throwing her in her new room. I dropped her on the ground, landing, exiting, and closing the door behind me.
HOW DARE HE! TREAT ME LIKE DIRT!
I let out a frustrated shriek and sat down on the bed, drawing my hair up into a bun. I'm not a freaking dishtowel for him to throw around. I fumed, raking a hand through my hair. What's his problem?
After mostly settling down, I took notice of my surroundings. Hmm, let's see now, black curtains, black bed, black bedspread, black lamp, black ceiling, black EVERYTHING!!! Oooooh! Look! A change of color! Grey walls. Well, isn't this just cheery?
That Drake guy--excuse me--MR. EVIL DEMON HEAD is just so-- UGH! He's so mean! He could at least tell me what the hell is going on! Why did he take me here anyway? What would a demon want with a human? I thought they hated us! And why does he treat me like this?
Why do I even believe all this crap? I mean, really. How gullible am I? (Well, very actually. When I was six, this kid told me mud tasted like chocolate and sand like sugar hey, they looked the same at the time, so I ate some. I ended up in the hospital 2 days later-- but get this-- it wasn't from that. It was from when the same kid told me to jump off a swing. I broke my wrist.)
I stood, trying the door, expecting it to be locked. I was right.
I sighed, remembering what my father said about dealing with demons. Think like a demon.
Ok, well, Drake probably put a spell on the door where if you think it's locked, you can't open it...
Right. So… it's not locked. I tried the knob again, and, hey, I was pretty surprised it worked. Yep. The door was unlocked. I walked back over to the bed. Then it hit me. THE FREAKING DOOR WAS UNLOCKED.
Damn, I suck. I opened the door and walked out, looking up to see two eyes staring down at me.
Did I mention this demon guy was sexy? Well, he is. NO STOP THINKING THOSE THOUGHTS!!!! Oopsie, I forgot. He's evil.
"A bit slow, aren't we?"
Meanie sexy demon…
He raised an eyebrow.
"...Did I say that out loud?"
"Oops..." I can't believe I said it out loud. STUPID HORMONES, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
"Whatever. We both know I am." He smirked, showing off perfect white teeth. Prick… "Anyway, you're probably wondering what a demon would want with a human, right?"
I sighed, irked by his presence. "No, not at all. Being captured by demons happens to me all the time."
He frowned. "Well, princess," he crossed his arms, "I'm sure your dad has told you that you must marry a demon prince?"
"Oh, my God, please tell me that's not you…"
"No, I won't."
"You don't have a choice in this."
"My dad told me I did."
"Your father is dead, get over it."
I stiffened. My father is dead, no need to fucking rub it in my face.
"I refuse to marry a filthy pig like you."
I spat at his feet. Ok, well, I didn't, but I would have it I didn't think it was totally gross.
"You will pay for that, I am..."
I sensed a lecture coming, so, naturally, I blanked out and just stared at him like I was listening. Will he just shut up already? I looked at my nails. Darn, the nail polish all came off. I need to redo them. My eyes drifted to a strand of hair that had fallen out of my bun. A split end? I thought I'd gotten rid of all of those. I'm gonna have to fix—
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?"
"No, not really. Hey, do you happen to have any nail polish? I need to redo my nails."
He slapped me. He slapped me again, this time hard enough to make me fall. Ow! What the hell? That hurt! Drake walked past me. Well, more like over me. Hmm, I don't know, it was kind of both…
"That hurt." Holding my cheek where he hit me, I slowly rose.
"Maybe you should learn to listen to your superiors, then, hmm?"
"You're not superior to me."
"You're a human, and, besides, as long as I don't kill you, my dad gave me full permission to do anything I want to you."
"I don't care about your freaking fa-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP AND GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
I winced and looked him in the eye. "No."
Wow, now that I think about it, he's like... the sexiest-- NO! No thoughts of that sort! DOWN EVIL HORMONES, DOWN!
I shuddered, needing to leave. "I'm going... somewhere away from you." I brushed the dirt off my clothes. Ew...
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"You will do as I say."
"I don't have to."
"You do now, princess, because, trust me, if you don't do as your told..."
Another speech… Like I care... Hey, what can I say? Being seventeen I get them all the time at school. And… at home... You know, I really need to fix that split end. It's quite annoying. And I can't believe I told him he was sexy! I mean, how stupid can I get? Well, he is. Let's see, I'd rank him a 9.5 on a scale of 1-10, ten highest, whatever, you get it, right? Oh, I remember the guy who got a ten. Oh, my God, seriously, droo—
"What? This better be good I was thinking about—"
"DID YOU EVEN HEAR A WORD I SAID?!?"
"Yeah! The last thing I heard was 'if you don't do as you're told'."
"What did I tell you about listening to me?"
"I don't know, I'm pretty sure it was… no, that was a year ago... OH! That was when you hit me!" I frowned. "You probably messed up my hair, too," I fixed it. Oh wait, there's more... something about... falling on a dirty floor... EW, I NEED TO CHANGE! "Do you have any spare clothes I can borrow?" Oh, oops, I think I interrupted one of his many speeches.
"Ok, that's it, I give up. There're clothes in your room. Change into those, meet me in the kitchen."
I scoffed. Yeah, right.
"You'll do as you're told."
I sighed, sick of arguing, returning to "my" room.
So... back in my room... let's see... I looked in the wardrobe. I picked out jeans and a fitted shirt. And, of course, right when I took off my shirt, Drake walked in.
"OH, MY GOD, GET OUT, YOU PERVERT!"
"This is my house."
"Just put the freaking shirt on already!"
I glared at him, putting it on. "What do you want?"
"Come down for dinner."
"No. I'm not hungry."
"Well, I am."
"I don't care about you."
"I dare you to say that again."
"Ok, I don't give a fuck about you."
He slapped me again, though not so hard, making me wince. "You're eating now."
My cheek was throbbing now, being hit three times. My hand flew up to hold it, and I bit my lip, trying to stay in one piece. "I don't have to."
"You do when I'm in charge of you."
"Well, you're not and never will be." I turned away from him, leaning against the wall. I want to go home…
"I can do anything, anything meaning anything to you but kill you."
I spun back around to face him. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, no, believe me, I would. Being a demon, it's my nature, I'd absolutely love it, but, seeing as you're still a virgin…"
Drake smirked. "Then again, that would only make it better." He pulled me from the wall, shoving me down the stairs, almost making me fall. He forced me into one of the chairs at the table, a plate of food in front of me.
"I'm not eating."
"You are if I make you, woman." He sat down across from me.
"You can't make me do anything."
"Oh, but I can."
"Go to hell."
"Already have. Now, eat."
"You will whether you want to or not. You will ob--"
"I'm sorry, but if you start another stupid speech of yours, I won't listen."
He growled, jumping up and grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my face close to his, making me cringe. "Never interrupt me." He let go, sitting back down. "Eat."
Drake-- I mean, Mr. Stupid Demon Butt—started his food.
Well, that's it not much, but hey, I'm lazy, and my fingers are tired. Ok, that's it, tell me what you think the next chapters WILL be longer because, GUESS WHAT, I already have the story written!!!!!!!!! On paper in pen. It's just a matter of time before I type more…