Chapter 2
Something dug into the soft flesh of my face, causing screeching stabs of pain through me.
"Gerroffme," I murmured, still in the claws of sleep.
Claws. That's what it was.
I opened my eyes, finding the black monstrosity looking down at me. Or it would be, if it had any eyes. Because not only did it turn out I now had a cat I didn't want or need, but I had a blind cat I didn't want or need. One that would require extra looking after.
"I don't know what you're so smug about, Jester. I can barely look after myself."
The thing purred, and I found my heart softening a little bit. Oh no. No, no, no. This would not do. I was a vampire, not a witch. I didn't need anything as cliché as a black cat following me around. To be honest, I didn't even know where that stereotype had come f
