A stray black colored cat, born amidst the trash bins of the infamous
city and saved by a puny little hazel eyed human female with a freckled face.
Gifted with the most impressive feline intelligence, Jezebel recognized the hazel-eyed
human female to be called Megan. But that one was not worthy of her trust, so she
did not talk to her so much. The other human female, however, was a different
matter.
The other human female - while completely unaware of it - carried an
otherworldly aura that only Jezebel, and Jezebel alone, could understand within
the depths of her true knowledge. Unfortunately, her dark haired caretaker had not
yet realized that she had fallen prey to her world’s false beliefs, and was
therefore enslaved. She was unknowingly bound and chained to the walls of a
dungeon she had willingly built and carefully maintained.
Still… Jezebel knew there were breaches in those walls. Sooner or later,
she would become aware of those invisible chains that bound her and then, yes,
she would be ready to fulfill the task assigned to her. Until then, many were
the ones interested in keeping her imprisoned… many, but not all. Aid would
soon come knocking on her door, and when that happened, Jezebel would show her
claws.
The black cat now sat on the kitchen counter, calmly observing the two
sisters carrying their belongings inside the house.
Feeling observed, Kristie turned her head and saw Jezebel’s intense
feline gaze focused on them.
“Hey!” she started
directing her attention to Megan. “Have you given her water?” Kristie asked
pointing at the cat.
“Oh crap, I forgot!”
Megan realized, dropping everything that she was carrying and departing on a
quest to find Jezebel’s water bowl. “Poor thing… We forgot all about you…” she
said gently patting the cat’s head after finding the water bowl.
Attention, at last. Jezebel purred softly.
“There you go my
little one…” Megan said, setting the bowl next to Jezebel. “Awww, she was
thirsty.” She said, looking at her
sister.
“Yeah…” Kristie
agreed. “And probably hungry too, ‘cuz I don’t remember to have fed her this
morning.” She opened a cabinet and pulled out a can of cat food, opened it, and
thought briefly that it actually smells better than most of what they serve for
breakfast at the local diners. Lucky cat.
The creepy house wasn’t so creepy after all. That was Megan’s final
opinion once she had stepped inside Aunt Alice’s former house. Only the outside
looked dreadful, the inside was – at least in her humble opinion – quite
pleasant even. Kristie was happy to see her sister’s resistance starting to
fade.
Just like any thirteen year old would do, Kristie was initially accused
of dragging Megan into an isolated place in the middle of nowhere, that didn’t
even show on the stupid map. To that Kristie had merely replied “Lucky for us
we have GPS then.” And then of course there was the town. It was a town where
nothing ever happened and where the local sport was most certainly death either
by boredom, or old age, whichever came first. To that Kristie gave no reply. It
was probably true, Kristie had to give her that. The last time she had been
there, she was ten and the town’s demography and activity were not on her list
of concerns.
The kitchen and the living room were on the ground floor, the four rooms
and the toilet were on the upper floor, and then there was the basement and the
attic that could be used for storage. Kristie had a vague memory of the house’s
layout and she was almost sure aunt Alice hadn’t made any changes. The
furniture was old style, the décor too classic for Kristie’s taste and most of
those horrible porcelain figurines had to go, but all in all the interior of
the house was clean and well kept. It didn’t even have the characteristic smell
that old houses usually have.
After drinking and feeding herself, Jezebel gracefully climbed down the
kitchen counter, allowing the two sisters to continue their important tasks.
Gingerly, the cat went up the stairs, momentarily stopping on the hallway
leading to the bedrooms. At the end of that corridor was a half opened door,
quietly inviting her to enter.
The dark bedroom was no challenge for the feline sight; Jezebel could
see it as clearly as if there was light. She moved through the room. This would
be the place, the very core of all the unspoken secrets that charged the air
and the birthplace of unexpected ties.
Hoping to find another comfortable spot to lie down, Jezebel climbed up
on the dressing table.
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