A Cat Cornered

based on the World of Firefly by Joss Whedon

The beast could feel the fear emanating from the villagers as she tore apart the bandits that had attack them, the dark man who her other half called partner slinging that long knife as he fought beside her. He hadn't flinched when she had taken over. In fact, the beast swore she had detected a smile on his face.

She could feel her human half inside her head, but she was strangely quiet. The beast growled a bit before feeling the satisfaction of another head no longer attaching itself to its body. It had been nice to feel blood on her hands and feet again, her fangs ready to sink into the next neck available. The problem was there seemed not to be one. Werzbowski was cleaning his knife on his shirt, but she was not ready for the blood lust to end.

A scream from a nearby source perked her sharp ears as she snarled. Villagers stood gaping at the death around them, fat pigeons ripe for the picking. Her body loped toward them, her long legs making short work of the distance. With a growl and a leap, she pounced on the first, but instead, her body slammed into a human wall.

"Get a grip, Cat. It's over." A familiar voice called, but she ignored it, slamming her hard head into the one stopping her. Normally, the blow would have dropped a man, but this one was strong. Her long claws bit into flesh at the stranger's side as she heard the gratifying moan of pain. She probably would have finished the job and moved on had 'Ski not pulled her off of her prey.

"Can't be letting you kill these people," he spoke, but she didn't answer him with words, but lashed out with her sharp claws instead. He might have been her other half's partner, but this stranger meant nothing to her.

He grabbed her as she went for the villagers again, this time closing his body around hers, She lashed out again, scratching and ripping at his chest and arms. Amazingly, he held firm, dropping her to the ground and pinning her under him. His eyes reflected t