Silvia Anderson (_cookiedough) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-04-04 23:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-09-04 |
Wild for a night
Who: Silvia and Annie (NPC)
When: Evening
Where: Nikita's house --> SO graveyard
The night of the full moon was something that Silvia had looked forward to for as long as she could remember. It was the only night when even her dad hadn't been able to say a thing against her being in her cat form. She remembered so many nights when she'd come home from school and pass out just so she could wake up again when the sun was setting so that she could shift into a cat and spend the whole night out hunting and playing with her mom. Her mom had always been the best hunter that Silvia knew. She was able to stalk up on and pounce a mouse before it even knew that anything was happening; and she didn't even always kill it! That was the most amazing thing to Silvia was when she'd see her mom catch a mouse, tail lashing and then she'd look at Silvia with this glint in her eye before she lifted her paw and let the frightened thing scamper off to live another night. Other times she would kill it and toss it to Silvia and they would have a little meal. Their secret. She had always called it their secret and her dad was not to know about it.
Tonight as she sat in her window, clothes and human body long since replaced by the small, lithe, grey body of her cat self, she missed her mother with a sharp ache that wasn't fading as she watched the moon rise. This was their night, their time and she was supposed to be running with her. Even when it rained they would still play the night away. Silvia loved the full moon... sometimes it could be even better because it wasn't just them. Their family would come over and she'd be able to play with them all. Edgar, her cousin, he was the best. He was orange to her silver and they always looked so awesome when they played. But no one had called to ask if she wanted to come over and play. The phone hadn't rang and when it had, it hadn't been for her. It was like they'd gone and forgotten all about her. Like she didn't even exist to them anymore. What had she done wrong? The cat mewed plaintively and placed her paw on the window, scratching uselessly. She'd forgotten to unlock it and now she couldn't get it, or the door, unlocked. Which meant that she was stuck inside.
Why hadn't anyone called her? Didn't they miss her? Didn't they want to play with her on the full moon? True, cats didn't need a pack like dogs, they could be alone, but she was twelve... twelve and she'd lost her mother. Her family had gone with her? No more Edgar or aunt Jane? It's because I got adopted by a vampire instead of going ahead and letting them take me where they wanted, isn't it? They don't want anything to do with me because I got adopted or because I got away... Cats couldn't cry. That was one of the most beautiful parts about being able to turn into one and why she'd spent so long as one. Nikita had been the first person she'd turned to after the deaths, the first one she'd shown her real face to and she was the one who'd kept her hear. That was only a good thing and it didn't matter to her that she was a vampire because she wouldn't ever bite her. Silvia trusted Nikita, she did.
She just... she wasn't Sarah Anderson. She couldn't shed her skin and turn into that beautiful silver tabby who could do everything in the world except fight a demon. No, she'd have been able to run away if it hadn't been for her dad. Silvia knew that.
Her ears swiveled and her head turned a moment before the door swung open to reveal, not her new mother, but Annie. The secretary. Silvia liked Annie but she didn't want Annie right then. She wanted Nikita. And she knew that the vampire wasn't there. She was busy with Kristen's sister in her room. Silvia knew she was there, she could smell her, and she knew that she wasn't the same. She smelled like Nikita now, like a vampire, and Kristen had been crying so she knew too. And Nikita was so busy with her that she didn't even take the time to come and say good night on the full moon. Did she forget that I'm a were? Silvia felt a twinge and her ears flattened against her skull, a quiet growl starting up in her small chest. She didn't want much. She wanted to have a place to live and she wanted to be taken care of, but she wanted to be remembered too. At least on the full moon. Maybe even on her birthday. She wanted Nikita to be there instead of the secretary/baby-sitter/nanny/driver/tutor combination that was Annie.
"Oh... right," Annie said after a moment. "It's the full moon and you're a were-cat. I may have forgotten that. Do you, umm... want to go to sleep in your cat house? Nikita asked me to make sure that you went to sleep. She's just a little busy tonig-"
Silvia interrupted her when her growl turned into a full-scaled hiss and she waved a clawed paw towards the secretary.
"Now Silvia, don't be rude. I'm just trying to make sure that you get a good night's sleep."
Sleep! Were's didn't sleep on the full moon! They ran around and they had fun because it was their night. It'd always been their night and it'd always be theirs. Vampires could have every other night, the witches or psychics could do as they wished. Silvia growled again and jumped off the window, stretching out before she moved closer and shook her head.
"But you have to sleep. Were or not you're still a girl who needs her- Silvia!" Annie tried to reach down and catch her, but Silvia was too fast and slipped right between her legs and then down the stairs. The front door wouldn't have been any easier to manage with just paws, but there was a cat door installed in the back after much pleading and convincing that Silvia wouldn't ever use it without first telling Nikita where she was going. Silvia wasn't listening to that rule as she bolted out the door and into the backyard. But hey, she figured fair was fair. "Silvia come back here right now!"
Nikita wasn't looking after her tonight so she didn't have to listen to her rules. Tonight she was a were and she was going to go ahead and run around and be a cat instead of a person. By herself because there wasn't anyone else left to be a cat with her.
Silvia had known the moment that her feet touched the grass outside the house that she'd end up at the graveyard and that was exactly where she ended up. Curled up at the foot of her mother's tombstone with her small, furry face pressed against it while she mewed and pawed and wished that she could tell her everything. Why not? So she did. In mews and purrs and growls she told her about everything that had happened since she had last visited almost a month ago. About being adopted and having a vampire for her new mom, about what school was like and she ended with how much she missed her and their moons together.
The half-grown kitten nuzzled her face against the cold stone and purred. Miss you, mommy.