The cat laid on the floor or the kitchen, watching the mother cook. The girl had gone somewhere and the cat had discovered, when he tried to follow her, that he could not leave the house, It was as though there where a wall which only applied to him stopping him from leaving. The girl had smirked at him, cruelly before turning away from the house and towards town, her dream-catcher wrapped in cloth.
He looked up, the door leading to the backyard had just opened. She was back. “And where did you go?” the mother asked, looking at her sternly.
“I made a gift for the children at the orphanage, I went to give it to them.” She said looking at her mother glassy eyed and emotionless.
“Present? What kind of present?” she scoffed at her.
“A dream-catcher, it will take their bad dreams away.”
“I highly doubt that, dear.” She said turning back to the simmering pot. “Go to your and wait for me to finish here. Take that filthy cat with you.”
“Yes, mama.” She said, turning to look at the cat. He followed her, reluctantly. Once in the attic she closed the door and walked over to sit on the window sill.
What have you done? The cat though, knowing she would hear him.
“As I was told. As should you.” She said still looking out the window.
But who told you?
“The one who tells everyone. Who whispers sinful deeds in our ears, who feeds off the darkness in our hearts.” She said grinning, maliciously and turned to the cat. “Our hearts, yours and mine, belong to him and always will. He loves us, you see, as he loves all who are loyal to him.” She turned back to the window.
The cat, who had never heard a person speak like this. Starred at the girl, and in an instant he knew, that whoever this person was, he did not ever want to meet him.
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