Everybody wants to be a cat
I did it. Michael is now officially a big cat. No debate !
Fucking Supreme. Cordelia, this bitch, not only decided to kill his Miss Mead and his allies, but she also did something to him, with this weird powder, after he refused to follow her. Now Michael was not feeling good. Not at all. But he had no idea what the witch did to him. Slowly, he went in the woods, to call his Father, asking for his help, his guidance, but Satan didn’t answer. For days, he stayed here, ready to die alone, hungry, weak, not knowing what he was supposed to do anymore. Then, after all the halucinations he had, a voice. The feminine voice of a stranger, who was talking to him as if he was a child.
"Hello little one. Why are you here, in the middle of nowhere ? Are you lost ? But… Wow, what a strange symbol. Did someone… left you here ? They wanted to hurt you, to sacrifice you ? Maybe I scared them away. Quick kitty, before they decide to come back !“
Michael turned his eyes to the weird woman who was talking, and he realised that she was tall. But, really tall. To the point that she was able to lift him with one arm. Like is he really was a kid. But a very hairy kid.
"Poor kitten.” she pouted, caressing his head. “You are beautiful, you know ? Your eyes, your colour. Only a monster would leave a cat alone like that. You are skin and bones ! I will take you home, don’t worry.”
Ah, so that was what Cordelia did to him. He was a cat. A fucking cat. Michael tried to talk, to say to the woman that he was not an animal, but only a miaowing left his month, making her laugh while she was putting him in her car. He wanted to jump, but he remembered that she talked about food. He was really hungry. And he has nowhere to go. So Michael decided to stay, just a bit, to get some energy back before finding a way to change back into his human form and kill all the Coven. They arrived to her flat and the woman, (Y/N), that was how her neighbour called her, tried to feed him with cat food. Michael didn’t move, looking at the plate, then at her.
"You are not hungry ?“ she wondered. "Or… You don’t like it ?”
Not about to communicate with her, Michael just turned around to move his back paws near the food, as a cat would do with shit. (Y/N) seemed to get it. First, she gave him milk. It was better, but not enough, and when he was done with his bolw, he patted it, to ask for more.
"Well, you are a little prince, aren’t you ?“
You have no idea, the prince of Hell, he thought, while she was looking for something to give him in the fridge. She found some red meat and Michael was pleased, but as soon as he finished to eat, he took refuge under the sofa, refusing to let her approach him, despite all her attempts.
"Oh please kitty… Don’t be a meanie. You are all dirty, you need a bath and to be brushed.”
Maybe she was right, and maybe Michael would not say not to some pampering after everything he just lived, but he was not a fucking cat and so he refused to be treating like one. He would stay under the sofa, until he decided that he wanted something. And he decided that he wanted a bath, but only after (Y/N) was asleep in her bed. He started to meow loudly, until she woke up, asking him what he wanted and following him in the bathroom, yawning.
"Yup, you are a little prince.“ she declared while she was bathing him, surprise to see a cat who liked water. "I will call you like that now. The little prince.”
It was good enough for Michael, who didn’t care that much how she wanted to call him. Now that he was clean, with his stomach full, he just needed to sleep a bit and then he would go, to find a way to broke this stupid spell. Still wet, he decided to go back under the sofa, hissing at (Y/N) and threatening her with a raised paw when she tried to dry him. A bit because his body temperature was still very high. And a bit to annoy her. His plans were thwarted the next morning, when he realised that the flat was at least on the fifth floor, with no external stairs. Even though cats were said to always fall on their paws, he didn’t want to take the risk. As he could not open the doors, his powers refusing to work, he had to wait a moment of inattention from (Y/N) to sneak into the corridor… where he fell on another door. It was impossible to leave the building. Furious, Michael mewed louder than the day before on (Y/N), who did not understand why he was so agitated, trying to calm him down with a bowl of milk. He stared at it for a minute, then he looked at her straight in the eye, knocking it down. After that, he decided to really act like a dirty beast. He pissed all over the apartment. When she was not paying attention to him, he climbed on the furniture and dropped several objects. He stayed under the couch or the bed for most of the day, still refusing to let her touch him, waiting for the night to meow. Then he would play with her. Sleeping on her pillow right when she wanted to go to bed. Bringing dead insects to her, as gifts, not like when he was with his Grandma, who he really wanted to please, but because he knew now that people didn’t like it, even if he didn’t understand why. Despite all this, (Y/N) remained very patient with him. She believed humans did awful things to him and the poor cat just needed time to be sure that she was not going to act like them. She was not totally wrong. Michael didn’t understand right away why he was so mean to her, who never hurt him, who knew nothing of the situation, who was only kind to him. He didn’t know it but he was simply mourning, in his particular way. He couldn’t imagine his life without Miss Mead, he couldn’t accept that someone could take her place in his heart, so quickly, so easily. But he was not proud of himself after some time, not finding it that funny to growl or prevent the poor girl from sleeping. Since she was too nice to throw him outside, Michael needed a new approach anyway, so he decided to act like a real saint, to be a good cat, to get her trust and then maybe, thinking he would come back, she would let him go out.
"You are really sweet lately.“ laughed (Y/N) when he jumped on her laps, purring, rubbing his head on her. "My little prince, you are getting used of your new kingdom. I’m glad.”
He let her touch him, and to his surprised, he liked it. Even if Miss Mead was hugging him from time to time, Michael was not touched a lot by people and he was missing it. It was pleasant, this hand on him. These caresses. On his head, on his neck, on his back. This heat, when he joined her in the bed, sticking to her body under the covers. Soon, (Y/N) became important to him. She was always complimenting him, touching him, taking care of him. Loving him. Like Miss Mead, but not like Miss Mead. Because she was not waiting for anything from him, except to find him in the morning. He didn’t need to be the perfect Antichrist. He didn’t need to be The Alpha. He didn’t need to be a normal boy. (Y/N) was forgiving all his nonsense, because he continued to act like a little shit when she was focusing on something else than him. He would break a glass and looked at her, with his big, innocent blue eyes, and she would smile, taking him in her arms, before putting him in the sofa to clean the mess, asking him to not move.
"It cuts little prince, I don’t want you to hurt one of your cute paws.“
As she was paying attention to him, Michael started to pay attention to (Y/N). She was alone very often, leaving the flat only to work or buy groceries. Not using her phone a lot, which was never ringing. No mail. Nothing. It was weird, but she seemed happy. And she was a lot with him, so Michael was not complaining. He was starting to be happy, forgetting his destiny, he was… feeling at home. That was not okay, not okay at all. Not knowing what to do, his Father still not responding, locked in the flat, and a part of him wanting to stay, Michael started to be distant again, to think, even if it hurt (Y/N).
"Come here, little prince. Kitty, kitty, where are you ?” she would call him sadly, as he was hiding somewhere.
He didn’t like it, but it was like if he was betraying everyone. His Father, the warlocks, the satanists, his Miss Mead. But they were gone and he was lost. That didn’t mean he didn’t love them, like he loved his Grandma and Ben, but he moved on after their deaths. He had to move on. One day, (Y/N) didn’t call for him. She didn’t fill his plate. She didn’t leave her bed. It annoyed him a bit, until he heard her little sobs. When he ran into the room, he found her asleep, very hot, crying. She was having a bad dream, caused by the fever. Immediately, Michael jumped on her, meowing to wake her up.
"Li… Little prince ?“ she asked, still half asleep. "It’s you ? You came for me. You are a sweet, sweet kitty.”
He meowed again, and she believed that he was hungry, just asking for food, so she tried to get up, but quickly felt back in bed. To prevent her from trying again, Michael lay down on her chest, and automatically she caressed him.
"I’m sorry. I will wake up soon, promise. Don’t worry. It’s alright. I will not let you donw. I said I would not. After all, you saved me.“
Strange. Michael was sure that is was the other way around, that she saved him, when she found him in the woods. Maybe it was the fever.
"You know… In the forest… I was not on a walk. I… was not supposed to come back. I’m pretty lonely, you see. I don’t have a lot of friends. I’m not close to my family. I don’t like my work. My decision was taken, but… I saw you, and I knew I couldn’t let you. So I changed my mind. I had a little prince to help. Everything is so much better now that you are here.”
For some moment, Michael didn’t move. He didn’t breath, only staring at her. She was in the woods to kill herself and she decided not to after meeting him. Normally, people decided to die or were killed because of him. It was new. Now that he thought about it, maybe he went in the forest to die too, because like her he was alone. Cordelia was right, his Father was not with him. And at the end they both saved each others. Feeling sad, Michael started to meow again and again, wanting to say to (Y/N) that he was never going to leave her, that she was important to him, he purred, he rubbed his face against hers, he licked her tears, everything to make her feel his love. To make her feel better.
"Meow. Meow. I promise you. I will stay, I don’t want to lose you, I…“
His voice scared him a bit. He was not ready to hear it, as he was not ready to see his hands, his human’s hands, and then his whole body in the bedroom’s mirror. He was back to normal. Cordelia’s spell was broken. Buy why ? It was obvious, when he thought about what she told him before cursing him. She wanted him to be good and to not follow the path his Father created for him.When he promised (Y/N) to stay with her, he decided to do that. Now the Coven, and Earth, were saved. Slowly, she opened her eyes and had a weak smile, touching his cheek.
"Oh little prince, you are beautiful, so beautiful.”
"Michael. I’m Michael.“ he breathed, taking her hand. "I will take care of you, as good as you took care of me.”
"Michael. It’s a sweet name for my little prince. Michael.“
She said his name several more times before falling back to sleep. Michael kissed her forehead, only getting up to prepare some food for her, and for him, and to try to find some man’s clothes in the closets. When she woke up again, (Y/N) was surprised and a bit scared to find him in her bed. She thought it was the fever. He calmly explained everything to her. It was a bit weird. He was taking more space, not able anymore to hide under the sofa and asking for more complicated food, but except from that, Michael was still acting like a big cat, mostly when he was purring against her in bed, wanting more cuddles, so she decided that he could stay.
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