I shivered as I walked back home from the library, it was freezing. I stopped for a moment to zip my jacket all the way up, and wrap my scarf tighter around my neck to block the air. I started walking again, and decided to take a short cut through a trail through the woods to get home faster.

I heard a noise come from the bushes as I walked through the trail I stopped for a moment as I looked at the bush where the noise came from. I gasped as I saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes stare back at me. Slowly the creature came out slowly I breathed a sign of relief as I noticed it was only a cat.

The cat was a orange tabby cat, I looked closely at the cat and noticed blood dripping from it. The tabby cat let out a weak meow and fell over. I tried to pick it up, but it hissed and spat at me.

"Please let me help you," I said calmly to the cat.

The cat kept hissing and spitting at me, I noticed that each minute passed the cat became more tired, so I decided to wait for the cat to just get tired and fall asleep before I tried to do anything with it.

The cat's yellow eyes slowly closed until only its chest moved up and down calmly as it breathed calmly in its sleep. I took off my jacket and set it over the cat, and carefully picked it up, while trying to ignore the shiver that I felt from cold wind that flew over me.

I tried to walk as fast as I could without waking up the sleeping cat in my arms. As I held the cat in my arms I felt electricity flow through me each time a part of its fur touched me, it sent shivers from my toes to my head.

I shook my head, "Come on Bella focus stop imagining things," I thought to myself.

Many minutes later I finally made it home. After I had managed to one-handed open the front door, I set the cat down on my floor in my living room, and got up to turn the heat on so that my freezing skin could warm up. I walked back into the living the cat was still sleeping. I carefully unwrapped it from my jacket, and observed the cat closely.

The cat had bloody marks on it, I couldn't make out what had done it because of all the blood. The cat seemed to have many of the same marks though, but I could tell that they had to of been bite marks. Some parts of the cat had patches of hair missing, and its left ear was battered up badly.

I got up and ran to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and got warm water on it. I squeezed the washcloth to make sure it didn't drip a lot on my floor. I walked back into the living room and sat in front of the orange tabby cat, and carefully rubbed the blood off of it.

Ten minutes later the cat was finally bloodless and looked less battered up then it was before. I stared at the cat noticing even though it was still battered up it looked beautiful and looked like a warrior.

"I guess this cat must be a fighter," I though to my

self as I laughed a little.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two little plastic bowls. With one of them I filled with water, the other one I put some tuna in it since, I didn't have any cat food yet. I placed the bowls next to the cat, and gently placed the cat on my couch.

I walked into my bathroom and turned on my shower. I stripped off my clothes and put them in the laundry basket in my bathroom closet, as I put my clothes in the basket I saw my reflection in my mirror. I winced, I looked horrible my hair was messed up and tangled from the wind outside, and my cheeks were still flushed from the wind outside to. I snapped out of it as I felt the steam from the shower.

I stepped into the shower and stood there as the hot water relaxed my muscles. After standing there for about 10 minutes I grabbed my strawberry scented shampoo and and lathered my dark brown hair in it. I massaged my scalp while scrubbing the shampoo in it. While I let my shampoo sit in my hair I grabbed my lemon scented body wash and rubbed my body with it. After I rinsed the shampoo and the body wash off me I grabbed a towel off a rack and wrapped the towel around my body.

I walked to my bathroom closet and grabbed some lotion and rubbed it on my arms and legs. I heard scratching on the door followed by a meow. I swung the door opened there stood the orange tabby cat that had no bite marks on it.

"What the hell?" I said aloud, "You just had bite marks on you,"

I observed the cat more closely the patches that had no fur on it was covered not all the way, was covered with a light layer of fur.

How on earth could this be just a moment ago, the cat was battered up and covered with bite marks. My train of thoughts was interrupted by the cat rubbing against my legs affectionately and purring, its eyes yellow eyes looked at me as if I was the only person in the world.

I decided that maybe I just needed sleep so I walked to my room. I took off my towel and grabbed pajamas.

'How could those bite marks be gone?" I asked myself in my head as if my brain or conscious would answer back to me.

I got up on my bed and pulled the covers up me, I smiled in relief as I realized that I was off tomorrow so I could spend the day finding answers about the vanishing bite marks and could somehow find a way to relax. I felt the bed shake a little and felt something climb up next to me, it was the tabby cat. The cat laid next to me and layed its head on my chest and purred warmly at me.

I smiled sleepily as I drifted off to sleep the last I recall was the cat licking my face.

When I woke up the next morning I kept my eyes closed and stretched, but something stopped me.

"I don't remember the cat being this heavy" I thought to myself.

I opened my eyes to look at the cat, but what I saw stare at me wasn't a cat in fact it was far from it. It was a lean, blonde, male who was staring back at me laying his head on my chest as he smirked at me, but even that would've of been better than what else I noticed. I noticed the man was naked, so I did the only thing that came to my mind first, which was screaming.

So, I screamed loudly.