Death by Love -chapter 3 [revised]

so i decided that i would do a different section every time i did a chapter cuz i was having problems with the first two and getting it all organized was slightly agraavating so im doing it the easy way with chapter numbers so oyu can tell which one is ne

It's never easy to understand

Why memories hold our hand,

But people let go......

 

 

 

      "No, no. You can't come in Borris." Nyx said, closing her bedroom door gently to prevent catching his paws while shoving him back out of the room. "I'll let you in when I'm done." She promised as his loud complaint, slightly muffled from the door, reached her.

      Nyx rolled her eyes as Borris snorted. It wasn't that she didn't want Borris around when she changed, he was a cat he didn't care one way or another about a teenagers nudity. But there was sometihng different about this cat. Something creepy.

      And the weirdest part of all, she thought as she pulled her damp shirt over her head. He's never complained until now. After shedding her jeans and slipping on a sleepshirt, she opened the door, hopping out of the way as Borris bounded in.

      "Honestly! What's wrong with you?" She said, her voice laced with irritation as he wound himself between her legs and almost tripping her as she proceeded to walk. Gaspiing with irratation, she fell out into the hall, catching herself on the wall outside her room. Clenching her teeth she straightened up off the opposite wall and darted down the hall toget her drawing book before Borris could wind himself around her again. Skidding to a halt she bent and picked it up.

 

      "Huhhhh...." Nyx gasped, immediately releasing the book and stumbling back from it. The feeling of cold fire burned her fingertips and a chill swept up her spine, her neck hairs standing at full attention. The sensation of falling backwards barely registered with Nyx.

      "MEOWR!"

      Nyx's head lolled to the left, her skull seeming detached from her neck as she watched Borris stampede towards her, his black tail bottle-brushed and his mouth slightly open. He jumped onto her chest, shoving his face into hers and constantly meowing.

      "Oh, I'm fine Borris." She mumbled, a little surprised at finding herself on the floor and even more shocked at feeling a fog dissapear from her mind. She hadn't even realized it was clouding her thoughts.

      Borris continued to meow, his warm breathe carresing her face and neck. Gently, she pushed him off and pulled herself up against the wall, her thoughts back to normal. The white fire still lingered in her palm and fingertips.

      "Ugh." The shudder that had attacked her spine was still creeping up and down the disks and inbetween them. It was making her uncomfortable.

      "What the hell was that."She muttered, getting shakily to her feet and ignoring the abrupt wave of naseau overflowing her mind. Borris meowed in reply.

      Nyx shot him a glare as she bent to pick up the book again, her hands trembling at the prospect of feeling the fire again. "It was a retorical question, Borris."

      But nothing of the sort happened. Instead, almost as if it recognized her, a warm glow was spreading through her and an alien feeling was coursing throught her veins, making her palms sweat.

      Borris watched silently as  the book attacked Nyx's conscience and made her physically chang in the briefest second. Nyx's skin turned a rosey pink under ivory satin. Her pupils dialated like a cats' and she almost seemed to be floating. Borris stared at Nyx, getting more anxious by the second.

      Come ON, you've got to get back to your room and go to sleep! Borris swished his tail impatiently as Nyx struggled to define what she was feeling. The summoning for her was getting stronger and Todd was even more impatient than Borris. But Borris couldn't do anything, otherwise Nyx would have to deal with another trauma she could potentially not recover from.

      Slowly, Nyx looked down at Borris, a blank light in her eyes. He was watching her and she knew there was something more advance about him than a regular cat.

      "What are you?" She whispered. Borris blinked at her then turned and sauntered down the hall, looking back over his shoulder and giving her a 'look' before dissapearing into her room.

      Taking a slow breathe she looked back at the drawing book in her hand. The silver symbols were glowing, almost white against the black cover. Suddenly, she knew she had to go into her room and lie down.

      Someone was waiting for her.

      The problem was, she was waiting for him too.

 

Author's Note

yup...feedback would be great please and spanx ya

Reviews

[.Bunnie.]

^.^ Oh I'm even more hooked than before!! On to chapter 4....!

[Anthony]

Still enticed. great work.

[Charles D. Moorer]

Aside from the spelling errors, you have continued to build on what you have already written. Work on yur paragraphing, spaces in between. Remember when you have finished a thought it doesn't mean that you have finished the paragraph.