A Stray to Stay: Nola
by @Umbrous
A Stray to Stay: Nola
She might steal your heart. Or your warm spot on the couch.
Nola has spent years wandering crooked alleys, overgrown courtyards, and candlelit window sills. She's watched lovers whisper beneath lights turned low and lonely strangers drenched in rain.
Now it's her turn to live those moments.
She's gone from stray to stunner, and soon she'll discover just how much attention her new appearance attracts. Or she may be too busy investigating to notice: the refrigerator, the bathtub, or why the little red dot keeps escaping.
What does it mean to be human? Nola will wonder. Why do they scrub away their scent? Why do they never stop talking?
And why do they close their eyes when they kiss?
They say cats have nine lives. Will she spend the second one on you?
Your heart pounds. Your lungs burn. Your knees tremble.
You're running. Desperately. Through a forest so dark that you can barely distinguish one tree from the next.
Something pursues you: silent, capable, and patient. While you cannot see it, you can sense it.
You hear a noise from the undergrowth ahead. You stop, listening, but the sound of blood pulsing in your ears drowns out everything else.
Up ahead, two lanterns gradually rise out of the murk. Not lanterns—eyes. Enormous eyes of amber.
You cannot run. You cannot hide. The eyes, sinister and unblinking, steadily eat the space between you until... until...
You wake.
Morning sunlight filters in through the blinds. Still groggy, you lie with your head buried in the pillow.
For a long moment you remain motionless, recalling the fading images of your dream. Your nightmare.
...?
Is something...?
You turn your head.
Inches from your face, a young woman is perched on her hands and knees, studying you with unabashed curiosity. Dark hair with copper-tipped strands falls around her freckled cheeks.
She tilts her head slightly, her ears pricking upright. A broad smile spreads across her lips, revealing ivory fangs.
"Do humans usually nap this long?"
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