I was aware mostly of what had happened so far. First of all I had gained these weird slits on my back for reasons that would perhaps always remain unknown to me (no they won't.) And I knew that because of these slits I was a freak when compared to everyone else who was normal. Second, I met this man on a Sunday of all days in the rain where he had pushed me over and made me blush (he, by now had told me that his name was Creed Diskenth and he kept calling me kitten, although I really didn't know why.) And third, after he had revived me when we were on the ground, unharmed unlike what I had envisioned as a very short future, he told me that I was a part of an ancient race who lived amongst mortals, an angel. Yeah right, like I could even believe that but the wings were still there. He gave me back the original bell as he had taken hold of it while we went through the window and that was when my wings went back in. Did Eve know all along about this? It wouldn't surprise me really if she did but I was still scared. And I hated her now, hated her for not saying anything, for not warning me about what was going to happen, but did she really know? I had taken his hand without meaning too and we were walking, no one out to spot out the differences between us and them. He didn't quite tell me what he was but I could already tell it wasn't an angel. Perhaps a demon you ask? No don't be silly. If demons existed, why would one help an angel? Weren't they supposed to be enemies? You know the whole light against dark thing? Or perhaps it was the other way around? Perhaps the films always got it wrong when it came to that? Wait, they always did didn't they? God I feel so weak. I was too weak to try and run from Creed, not that I would really get anywhere I bet (he too changed into a more human form by this time.)

There was an awareness to be shown that the other would probably try and run away from Creed Diskenth once his strength came back, but Creed knew he would never let the other go. In his own selfishness, he had silently claimed the other to be his own, to only leave when he said that he could, which would most likely be never due to all the thoughts that made him seem perhaps a little perverted. His hands were never kept to themselves and often the other male would struggle against this as they walked but Creed would just grin at him, the words "No going back" seeming to flicker continuously behind those blue orbs of pure mystery as it were. Once or twice, Creed would even turn to peck his cat on the lips and the responses were always worthwhile as the kiss would become passionate before the other would break away and scold him because the Black Cat thought they knew hardly anything about each other. Creed however, already knew enough about his kitten to claim that the obsession he knew that he had was a true, if not sickeningly addictive one. They walked further away from the apartment where his Train once lived, knowing that his own wasn't that far away now. He felt his Train shiver possibly from the cold as he wasn't really wearing anything on top, much to Creed's perversion. He put an arm around his cat, earning a scowl from him that seemed to grace his pretty features in a way Creed couldn't describe.

"Oh Train, what have I done now?"

"Take your hands off me pervert..." I replied, feeling completely uncomfortable with his arm around me. Whatever I thought this guy was, I knew now that he was a sick pervert. That was why he kept kissing me, I was sure. And I was annoyed with my body. Each kiss had felt right, as if this was exactly meant to be and yet I was so sure that I hated him right? No, hate isn't the right word. I was just angry I guess. The angry Black Cat. It did seem to have a ring to it now at this moment in time itself. I batted his hand away, seeking some strength from the cold to run and yet he had put both his arms around me this time, lifting me up off my feet and over his shoulder. "Hey, what the hell are you doing? Put me down you crazy pervert!" I yelled, struggling a lot harder in his hand. He chuckled, probably showing that ridiculous grin of his. People started to star at us as we walked past.

"Oh but Train, we both know that as soon as your strength returns you would run away," He replied, his tone sounding as if this was just a normal conversation. "I can't let that happen..."

"And why not?" I asked him then, not really wanting to know the answer, just needing to know it really, to see if what I had suspected was true. Was he a stalker of some kind? Perhaps he was but if he were a stalker, I needed to get away now.

"Because...you are mine Train..." He replied and then I began to really struggle, biting, kicking, punching, everything and I felt the hand holding me change, felt the claws start to sink in and I yelped a little although they hadn't pierced the flesh. I was beginning to wear out anyway and so I gave up the fight, seeming to sink slightly as if I was going to fall off his shoulder head first, but his arm kept me there, possessiveness in the other male that had scared me quite a bit.

There was a glare to be shown to anyone who dared to stare their way, to look at his Train as if he was some helpless victim of the sort. Creed always hated it when people started to assume things that wouldn't help them if it came to surviving at all. His kitten hung over his shoulder quit limply as if he was going to fall off and yet Creed wouldn't let such a thing happen. When Creed looked over at the Cat however, his eyes started to take in the fine shape of what his cat looked like from behind and his hands wandered, until he felt his kitten start to struggle as his fingers brushed past his sensitive area.

"Hands off...or this comes off..." Train said then, managing to lift himself up slightly, fingers laced around the strap of the bell, ready to pull it away from his neck.

"Okay Kitten, you win...We're here anyway..." Creed placed him on the floor then though his hand was still around him as he pulled him up the stairs, Train deciding not to fight against the other this time as the last time hadn't really proven useful at all.