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Title: "Miette's Handsome Stranger"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: G/K
Summary: An elaborated version of Something Good in the Rain wherein Miette meets her future mate for the first time.
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She tried to be brave when the rain started and she was a mile away from the castle. She raced through the droplets that were growing in both size and speed as fast as she could go for the safety of the castle or, at least, its barn. She was able to dodge the droplets at first, but as they grew bigger, they began to wet her fur.
Soon, the very earth beneath Miette's little paws was trembling as a storm ravaged the city. Lightning striking the ground quickened her pace, but she was still soaked and trembling by the time she reached the castle. Another bolt struck just a few inches behind her feet just as thunder roared. Miette scurried underneath the only seat outside the castle's doors and mewed loudly.
When Corinne didn't answer, she increased her volume. Her heartbeat quickened. Her paws flexed nervously as her little eyes darted fearfully around at the stormy landscape. She could possibly make it to the barn without being hit. Alexander would be there, but she'd get even more wet on the way!
She sniffed disdainfully. She wasn't afraid, she told herself. Muskecateers did not allow fear to cloud their judgements, minds, or hearts. She simply did not like water. What self respecting feline, after all, wanted to appear like a dripping, wet rag? She hissed at the thought and shook her coat, slinging water everywhere.
She yowled again, but still, Corinne did not answer. A different voice spoke instead. It was rich and masculine and instantly made Miette's ears perked to attention. "Do not tell me a beautiful lady such as yourself is caught out in these conditions! Whatever are the Musketeers coming to that they can not treat a lady properly?!"
Miette turned and peered out from underneath her stone protection. She sniffed as a raindrop slid down from her furry head right between her eyes. She had never seen this cat before! He appeared gallant at once to her as he swept off his hat and cape. "Here, little one," he said, draping the cape around her tiny shoulders. "You need this more than I. Tell me, where is your human companion?"
Miette sniffed again, but then she held her head up high. "I was elsewhere on Muskecateer business," she haughtily informed the handsome stranger, "when the storm struck. I fear my Corinne was also called away on Musketeer business."
"So you are a Muskecateer?" the tom asked. He swished his tail and preened his whiskers before her large eyes.
"Oui, monsieur," Miette replied proudly, straightening her shoulders and back and bringing herself up to her full height.
"I knew you were beautiful, ma cherrrie," he purred, enjoying the way his compliment made her cheeks darken, "but I would not have thought one such as yourself who possesses such beauty to also possess such courage."
"I do!" she cried boldly, tossing her head up high and refusing to shrink when lightning hit a nearby post and thunder almost drowned out her claim.
"I see that now," he said, still purring. He bowed low before her. "My apologies, amoureux. I could not have known, but now I see what a fool I was. Of course, you are a Muskecateer, and this storm is no place for a lady of your beauty, cunning, and courage! Do come inside, and let's warm ourselves."
Miette looked curiously at him. She blinked in confusion. How was he going to get them inside when no human could hear their cries for the raving storm?
He had ceased paying attention to her, however, and that realization made Miette's little tail curl around her furry rear end. Her head started to lower and her whiskers and ears to droop, but then she watched in amazement as he turned and swiftly attacked the latch on the door! His claws slashed at it, tearing it into two pieces, and the door swung open.
Landing smoothly on his hind paws, which wore boots, the gentlecat bowed again and looked back to Miette once more. She purred underneath his admiring gaze and batted her eyes. "Ladies firrrst," he purred in response, and she went in, bowing her head in respect to him and knowing that this meeting in the storm was the start of something that would be not only the talk of all the cats in town but also her most wonderful adventure yet!
The End
Author's Note: I'm finding I want to do more with this pairing, but I need some ideas as my love didn't want me taking Puss in Boots away from Donkey and Kitty. Any ideas for a name for Miette's handsome stranger? All suggestions will be considered, but I can, of course, only pick one. :-)
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002. | Hail. |
003. | Snow. |
004. | Rain. |
005. | Sun. |
| 006. | Salem Saberhagen with
Title: "As the Moon"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: G/K
Summary: He will rise again as beautifully and powerfully as the moon.
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He watched as the full moon rose, huge and luminescent in the dark, night sky. His ebony tail swished with his excitement; his little paws eagerly kneaded the windowsill upon which he set. He loved to watch a moonrise. Seeing the moon begin her ascent in all her glory always reminded him that he, too, would one day rise again.
His world might be dark now. He might be trapped in this feline body and with these Spellman bitches, who loved to abuse him and turn him into things that no self-respecting Warlock, or even cat, would ever be for their amusement. He might be powerless to defend himself now. But one day, just like the moon taking over from the sun and shining her life upon the earth, he, too, would rise to power again.
He would shed this cat body. He would stand tall and proud again in his full light, beauty, and power. He would stretch his might across the world and shed light where, until now, since his initial failure, there had only been darkness. He would save the good Witches, the Vampires, the Werewolves, and every monster, and animal -- they had been added to his list only after he'd felt, first paw, what it felt like to be small, furry, abused, and neglected --, who was now oppressed. Like the moon and her silver light, he would touch them all, push away their darkness and bathe them in his power.
He would come to them and light their way back to him. He would erase their troubles, ease their pain, and make their suppressors their footstools. He would give them power over those who now held power over them and let them do with them as they wished. He would find peace for them again, and love, and make a new world and a new order.
The oppressed would rise underneath his paws. He would share his power with them, and never again would they suffer. Never again would he suffer. Like the moon, outside the presence of the sun, he would shine, but unlike the moon, once he rose, he'd never set again. He'd keep the Council and the Spellmans both underneath his controlling paw. They'd never be able to hurt him again or be free to hurt others.
Salem's tail swished more swiftly as moonlight filled his emerald eyes. "Shine on," he whispered, smiling, as Sabrina snored behind him. She would shine tonight, and one night soon, he, too, would shine. This time, he would never stop. He would not be stopped, and the world would once again belong to its rightful owners -- to the beings who held magic as beautiful and as strong as the moon.
The End
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007. | Sabrina the Teenage Witch's Salem Saberhagen with
Title: "Name The Stars"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: R/M
Summary: One night, he'll name the stars.
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He lays on his back on Sabrina's bed, a look of intent concentration steadfastly upon his handsome, furry face, but he's not looking at the ceiling. He's looking through the wooden beams and ceiling tires, though his magic has long been taken from him. He doesn't see the ceiling or the attic above it. He looks instead to the stars themselves.
He could name every one of them. The humans say it can not be done and that they can not even be counted. Yet he could name them all and has counted them, each and every one, many times. He's counted them from the Spellman roof and from the deck of a Pirate ship sailing underneath his orders. He's counted them from the highest turret of his castle, the rolling, green lands of Ireland, and from the midst of Stonehenge.
He's counted them many times over, knows exactly how many they are, and every time that one falls, but he's named them before. He could do so easily now but chooses not to. If he did name them, he would name them for those who have fallen, for those who gave him and their cause his all, for those friends, family, and subjects whom he's buried, but Salem knows there will never be enough stars to name for every one he's laid into the ground. He thinks of them now, though he tries not to.
He remembers the little Werewolf girl who was slain before her parents turned on the humans who hunted them and were killed while trying to destroy as many of their daughter's murderers as they could. He thinks of the great, legendary Vampire who only turned against the mortals when they took his wife from him. He remembers the animals and monsters who were killed not because they incited fear or because they were a danger to any one but rather for their body parts, which they humans believed to contain magical properties to make their sex lives more exciting or their body parts work better. The mortals have nearly made so many species, like the unicorns and dragons, almost extinct in their desire to slaughter them and use their magic for themselves.
He remembers the covens who laid down their lives for him, the packs and families who turned from the horrors they had known to follow him only to also be killed at human hands. He recalls each being who promised him they would follow him to the ends of the earth and give everything they possessed to his cause to conquer the humans not because he simply wanted to rule the world but rather because he wanted the deaths to stop. He wanted the murders and tortures to cease. He wanted his people to be able to live in the open without fear of being killed for what they were.
But the murders never did stop. He was bested by some of the very people whom he tried to protect. One day, Drell and the others who sat with their high and mighty attitudes in the Council seat, never caring for the common Witch, Warlock, or other being, never truly caring for any one other than their own greedy and stupid hides, would feel the sting of humanity. They would be slain because the humans wanted something they had. Perhaps a human would try to cut off Drell's pointing, accusing finger to possess his magic for them selves, but most likely, they'd start with the lower and weaker members of the Council.
However it happened, Salem knew with a swish of his tail, they would get them eventually for the humans conquered everything and one that was mightier than they. They killed, slaughtered, and tortured every innocent except for their own, and they had even been known to kill millions of their own. Fathers raped little girls; mothers beat tiny, shriveling boys into submission. Parents killed their children every day, and kids killed their parents. It was in every newspaper, on every television set, including the one he could hear rattling down below as Zelda watched it.
Humans were the destroyers. They were monsters, and he had almost stopped them. He would have succeeded, too, if not for Drell and other fools like him. He would have saved their people. He would have conquered the world and made it a safe haven again for all those the humans judged monsters while they were the true, hideous creatures always murdering everything from which they thought they could gleam any hint of power. He would not have been able to save all whom he buried, but he would have saved many.
He would have made the deaths of those he could not save mean something more than what they had, too. They had tried so hard, lost so many, and for what? So that humans could continue plaguing their kind? So that he could lose all his powers, become trapped in this feline form, and never hope again to save those who had entrusted not only their lives but the lives of those they saved in him? Or so the Council thought.
Salem turned his back to the stars with a growl and set to kneading the bed beneath his small and furry body. His tail swished angrily as he vowed he'd never give up! He might have to wait another decade or two or perhaps even another century or a millennia even, but he'd never give up. Eventually, the humans would take Drell. They'd destroy him and the Council as they had so many good Witches and Wizards, Vampires and Weres, animals and Faeries.
They'd destroy them, make them beg for mercy, and force them to finally realize that he'd been right all along. There was only one way to stop the humans, and that was to rule the world. Not all of them would have to be enslaved. There were, after all, a few good ones in their species, just as there was both good and evil in all the species throughout all the realms. He'd let the ones like Harvey peacefully live out their lives.
But the others, the ones who killed just to have body parts that were not theirs bent to their control, the ones who raped, pillaged, and destroyed every good their filthy hands touched, the ones who had and would continue to kill his people . . . They would all pay. He'd kill them slowly, just as he had watched them crucially torment his men, women, and children until they succumbed to the cruel madness ravaged upon their bodies and slipped into the only release they could reach in death.
He'd make them pay. He just had to wait for them to take Drell and the others out of his way. He had to wait for his rightful body and his magics to be restored, but once they were, nothing would stop him again. He would rule the world, and in his world, his people would live freely. All the so-called monsters and the animals, too, would be safe, and he'd rule above them all, keeping the humans tightly in their rightful cages and granting all those who deserved it happiness, prosperity, love, and peace.
Maybe then, Salem thought, kneading Sabrina's sheets and whisking his tail, maybe then, he'd name the stars, but not for the dead. There would never be enough stars for every one who had died at the humans' hands. He'd have to name them for their descendants instead, for the tortured souls who lived long enough to see a new world dawn in his world order. He would name the stars, he decided. He would name them for the good who still lived, and they would reign forever.
The End
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008. | Sky. |
009. | Clouds. |
010. | Wind. |
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