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It has been a long time since I posted anything on here. I made the decision to recreate my fursonna and came up with Ciel. He is a manx/lynx hybrid and most of all he is a demon. This is the first chapter of a series I have decided to do for him. If you don't like the idea of demons at least give this one a chance before you decided to hate it. And if you like the idea of demons, then make sure to watch this series! This story also has guy on guy relations and action, not in this chapter to say though there is a club and kissing and rape, so if you don't like it then go away because I don't want you to read.

Enjoy the read!

Chapter 1- A New Beginning

It was turning out to be cold night; the fall season could be felt in the air. I sat on the edge of the roof of Mystique a well-known gay club in the area. All I could do was wait, wait for my prey to exit the club so I could finally have the revenge I have been craving over the past few days. Only a few days had passed since I was here last, the excitement of going to my first club was unlike anything I could remember. That night HE tricked me, HE took advantage of me, and HE killed me! Yes, that's right, I died that night, but I am not exactly dead now.

I was so excited to be going to my first club ever. My friend Victor and I had researched online as to which club we should hit up first since back home there were no clubs of THIS kind around. Victor is my best friend and has been for the past four years of my life. He is a lithe, flamer raccoon, standing at about 5'9" and weighing at...I have no idea how much, let's just say he has a nice, thin body that most homosexual furs just love. Mystique had seemed like the best option, the reviews had all been fantastic and we could not wait to get going.

We had made the decision to meet up at my apartment, so we could change and get excited for the evening of fun we were going to have. Victor promised me that he would make sure that I would have fun and that he wouldn't run off. My apartment wasn't the biggest, it was fairly sized I should think. The walls were white, cheap hardwood flooring, a small kitchen area, a twin sized bed up against the window and a couch that pulled out into another bed for guests that was across from the bed. I had a few painting I found interesting hung from a few walls, and a couple of pictures of me, friends, and family.

"Hey Ciel!" yelled Victor from behind the bathroom door, "tell me what you think about what I'm gonna wear to the club." The door to my bathroom swung open and Victor stepped out to reveal himself wearing a t-shirt that was cut off half way (I think they are called half-t's) and the shirt being slightly too big so part of the head hole was exposing his right shoulder. The shirt was purple, his and my favorite color, and he complimented it with a pair of short jeans that would have put Daisy Duke to shame.

"It looks-" I had started to say before I caught a glimpse of his tail. He had been in the bathroom for quite some time and now I know why. Each ring of his long bushy tail was now a different color, giving it a rainbow look. "What did you do to your tail?!" I half yelled out to him.

"Heh, don't you like it?" Victor said with a quick wink.

"Ugh...I...I guess, I mean it is YOUR tail so you can do what you want with it. But, yeah it looks good...but only on you." I gave a wink back.

"D'aaaaawwwwwwww thanks hun! So...are you gonna go get changed so we can get going?"

"What? I'm already dressed." I gave him a quizzical look. I never dressed as extreme as Victor does, and probably never will, dressing very feminine and sexual just wasn't my thing. I chose to go with my favorite purple stripped V-neck shirt with a pair loose fitting jeans that dropped down to hug my bubbled butt. I liked what I was wearing, I felt comfortable and it looked kind of nice for someone like me. "You're not fat! You're just fluffy," is what everyone would tell me, but I knew that I was fat; or rather, large. Sports were never my thing, and every time I went to work out I would get discouraged and just end up not doing it. But that's ok because I am fine with the way I am now...not that I wouldn't mind being tall and built.

My white fur was shining brilliantly today, the few stripped marks on my forearm also seeming to shine...just a little. I am some sort of hybrid, I know that I am part lynx because I have similar markings to one along with a slight stubbed tail, but I'm not exactly sure as to what my other half is. Victor and my friend Amy would always say that I could possibly be part Manx cat but I really don't know.

"Oh goodness hun...you sure? I mean I could always help you find something to-"

"Victor, I'm fine! I like the way this looks and it makes me feel comfortable. The more comfortable I am the more fun I know I will have and I won't constantly be worrying about how I look in front of everyone."

"Alright, suit yourself." He said walking passed me with a slight wave of 'whatever.' "At least your eyes are very vibrant tonight, that ought to get you some attention." I love Victor to death...but sometimes, I just want to punch him.

*

Mystique was a pretty swanky club, all species of fur were here and chances are, I was going to at least meet one of them. The bouncer, a rhino that must have been in his 30's, was more than happy to let Victor in but was a little hesitant for me. The rhino was really attractive for his age, maybe it was the fact that he was chiseled everywhere and wearing a black meshed shirt, or it's my attraction to the older guys. Victor worked his magic though and got me in, which I guess made up for him making fun of how I was dressed earlier.

Mystique was just like the name would suggest, mystic. The club was pumped with the sound of music; some fake crystals lined the walls and were shimmering and changing colors with the beat of the song. Adam Lambert's Pop That Lock was jamming throughout the club. Every fur was on the dance floor, grinding and shaking their tails. The musky scent of sex was thick here. I wasn't sure if this was the right place for me, I hadn't yet kissed a guy let alone lost my virginity to one, and I wasn't too sure if this place would be the best place to do both. Before I could say anything though, Victor was already out on the dance floor and grinding himself up against a bear I had seen from school. I figured that if I wasn't going to dance I should at least find a place for me and Victor to sit and possibly get drinks later.

I found myself heading more towards the bar area, all the seats were cleared, probably because all the furs were dancing, except the lone barkeeper. Mystique must specifically hire muscle embroidered men because the bartender was a very sexy, handsome Clydesdale horse. If I had to choose out of all the equine species, Clydesdale Horses were my favorite. It was just the look of them that made my heart swoon and dream of having one for a boyfriend. When I finally got to the seat I had picked out, I could see the horse in all of his glory. He had a pair of jeans that fight snug around that perfect looking ass of his, and he too was wearing a black meshed shirt. I have to admit, he was a stud.

"What're you havin'?" the bartender spoke to me.

"What do you recommend?" I questioned trying to sound as flirty and sexy as I could.

"For a kid like you? Water...stay away from those soft drinks and hard liquor and you'll lose that beer gut."

I was in utter shock. I am only here for 10 minutes and my weight has already come up as a problem. All I asked was what kind of drink he recommended, aside from the fact I was trying to hit on him, but still he could have been nice and just gone along with it.

Without saying anything I just got up and moved towards a vacant booth to cool down and sulk a little. 'Why do I have to be so damn fat?' was all I could think. My weight has always bothered me. It has done nothing but give me trouble in life. My weight is also one of the reasons that caused me to become depressed all those years ago, it's the reasons I have scars on my inner thighs today...yeah, I used to cut myself, but I stopped about 2 years ago after Catherine found out. Catherine is the woman I consider my mother. Both of my parents died when I was about 2 years old. I never knew them or anyone else on either side of their family. Apparently there was nobody who wanted me so I ended up in the foster care system.

For a long time I used to be a trouble maker. I would get in fights at school and ignore everything each guardian said or asked me to do; because of that, I got moved from home to home. It was when I was 10 that I realized my attraction to the same sex. This also became a problem and caused me to move from home to home. After my realization I had stopped acting up and tried to hide it and be as sweet and kind as possible. They all eventually found out and I just got sick of hiding it just to be found out.

So when Catherine came and said she wanted to put up with a teenager that was going into high school, the agency pointed her to me. We all got together: my social worker, Catherine, and me. I told her straight up "I'm gay. If that is a problem for you then I don't think this little arrangement is going to work out and you should start looking for someone else." She just laughed a little.

"I don't have any problem in you being gay; see I'm a lesbian dear."

It was at that moment that I knew that I had found someone who accepted me for me. Catherine is a great mother. The lioness was beautiful and I was sure that she would get any woman she wanted. She put me through high school and gave me the love that I had always been wanting from a parental figure. The day I graduated and left for college was a sad day indeed. We both cried but we knew that we would be seeing each other for the holidays. Last I checked, she had gotten a girlfriend in while I was gone, a cheetah named Trisha.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, the sudden sense of someone standing next to me bringing me back to reality. Upon looking up I met a pair of green eyes that belonged to a very handsome cobra.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked a smile on his lips and hope in his eyes.

"Nope, just me and my lonesome self over here."

"Someone as cute as you shouldn't be alone." I couldn't help but blush at that. No guy has ever said that I was cute. I scooted over more into the booth to allow the serpent to slide in.

"So, what are you doing sitting in a booth all alone?" he questioned.

"Didn't feel like dancing too much, my friend however a different opinion and left me to go dance. That and the horse at the bar is a dick." He chuckled at this.

"Yeah Henry is pretty to look at but his attitude is pretty nasty. So then, I believe I should introduce myself," he extended a scaled hand out to me, "I'm Jesse."

I took his hand and shook it, his hand almost completely over taking my own paw. "I'm Ciel, it's nice to meet you."

*

Jesse and I got to know each other pretty well that night. We talked mostly about our day lives. Him being involved in politics and me in school. At one point he convinced me to dance with him. I had tried explaining that I wasn't much of a dancer but he told me that he would help loosen me up and give me some beat. So we danced. He actually wasn't that bad at dancing. He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around waist and my paws couldn't help but lay on top of his as we grinded back and forth. I was having so much fun. I was so glad I did come that night, so glad that I met Jesse. I got swept up in the moment and took a chance. I turned my neck to meet Jesse's face and I leaned in. Our lips met. My first kiss. Jesse was an amazing kisser, his lips were soft but firm and I knew he must have had experience. His forked tongue made its way into my maw and we made out, right there on the dance floor.

We grew tired of the dancing, or at least I did, so Jesse and I went back to the booth. Jesse said he was going to get us some drink and so I waited patiently for his return. I WAS lucky that I met Jesse tonight, he was a nice, handsome, guy...and he had muscle! His biceps were built and his chest was bulging. From what I could tell, he also had a decent set of abs too. I smiled and chuckled at my own thought. 'Hopefully the rest of the night goes well.'

I hadn't seen Victor for a while and dug out my cell from my pocket.

ONE NEW MESSAGE: Victor

Hey, met som1 @ club, wherd u go?

Hope u ok, went bck to HIS place.

Gnna gt it on 2night! :3 txt u l8r!

'Of course!'

"Here we are!" Jesse said, returning with a pair of beers. That first swig of beer was something I fully regret. It took no time at all for me to "get drunk."

"You don't look so good." Jesse spoke, a smile creeping across his face, like he knew that this would happen.

'Drugged!' my head screamed.

*

I had nobody to help me. Victor was gone. Jesse was the only one to pay attention to me. I was drugged. I couldn't move. Jesse drugged me! The filthy serpent dragged me to the parking garage across the street from the club. I had assumed he was going to take me back to his place but oh...was I ever wrong. In the same night that I went to my first club, got my first kiss, had my first makeout session, my virginity was taken away from me. Jesse had wasted no time with me. He dragged me behind a car and rapped my right there on the ground. The smell of oil and gas fumes filled my nose. All I could do was smell, see, and feel as I was rapped. When Jesse was done I felt some movement in my body. I could walk! 'RUN!!!!' was all I could think.

So I did.

The last thing I remember was hearing the gun shot.

*

How long I was out I had no idea. Jesse was gone, I knew that for sure, but I could feel I was not alone. My head felt light for some reason. I remembered hearing the gunshot go off. 'Did it...?' I examined my body. There was mostly dirt and oil stains on the front of my shirt but no blood that I could see. My paws began to feel up and down my legs, looking for any signs of injury. It wasn't until I scratched my head that I felt something sticky. Upon looking at my fingers I realize it was blood, my blood. My paws reached all the way to the back of my head and I touched the entry hole of the bullet that had pierced my skull and was now lodged in my head. A single tear fell from my face, the impact of 'IM DEAD' all too clear to me.

"You're not dead...not just yet."came the deep voice of a stranger.

I turned my head to face the source of the voice and looked up into the face of a wolf. His entire coat of fur, from what I could tell, was grey. He had dark clothes on, a black fitted t-shirt and a pair of black combat pants with a pair of black, steel toed boots on. He wore a black belt, a whip attached to his left hip and a small, silver cylinder that I was not sure what it was, was attached to his right. His eyes were what caught the most of my attention. They were red, not just a blood red but actually seeming to glow.

"If I'm not dead, then how come I have a bullet hole in the back of my head? And who the hell are you anyways?!" I wanted to ask the stranger so much more but was afraid that somehow this fur would kill me...though I was already shot in the head, what else could happen?

"You're not dead right now, because I am the one who is keeping you alive. As for whom I am, my name is Demetrius, I am a demon."

"A Demon?" was all I could manage to ask.

I have always known demons to be some form of ungodly and grotesque creatures but he looked...normal. If he is a demon, then why is he keeping me alive? Aren't demons supposed to be blood thirsty, soul sucking, bringers of death?

"Yes, a demon. And no, contrary to what you were just thinking, demons appear to be normal like any other mortal. While some demons are blood thirsty and soul sucking not all of us are, angels aren't any better than we are in that aspect. Now, as for why I'm keeping you alive-"

"Wait! How did...how did you know what I was thinking?"

"Like I said, demons appear like mortals, but we are much more. My being able to read your thoughts is only one of the few tricks I am capable of, like keeping you alive for example. Now like I was saying-"

"I-"

"Let me finish what I'm gonna ask ya would ya?! Sheesh!"

"Sorry," I quickly apologized to the...demon, not wanting to anger the one who was currently keeping me alive.

"Now, as I was saying...I am keeping you alive because I have a proposition for you. Jesse, the cobra bastard that raped and shot you in the head, I'm going to give you the chance to get revenge on him," the wolf now kneeled down to my level and was only 5 inches from my face, his breath was hot as it breathed onto my maw, "and in return, all you have to do is become a demon, and join me and my companions group. Sound like a plan Ciel?"

'Become a demon? How does he know my name...well he can read minds, is he reading mine right now?' the wolf chuckled at my thought. "What would becoming a demon do to me?"

"Each fur is different, what form of demon or angel that they take is all according to them as an individual. In other words, I can't say for sure what would happen to you exactly, but, I do know this: you will be stronger, faster, more confident, and you will be able to kill that sonofabitch Jesse."

All of this sounded like it could be a trick. All my life demons have been known as evil beings, and angels were supposed to be good and pure...could it all have just been a lie?

"And just so you know Ciel, angels and demons are really no different...except we can be a bit more evil than the angels but it's up to the fur as to what he or she does. Angels and Demons are essentially, the same. Now, do you accept my offer Ciel? Do you want to live a better life, join a new world, and become better than you have ever been before?" The wolf stood up and extended his paw to me.

Should I do it? Should I become a demon? For all I know this...demon could just be telling me a lie, but...for some reason, I don't think he is.

I extended my paw to grasp his. With that, I accepted Demetrius's deal, to become a demon, to become better than I was before, and exact my revenge on Jesse. Demetrius explained to me that the only thing that I would have to do to become a demon is to drink a little bit of the blood of a demon. He then slit his wrist for me.

"When you drink my blood, you will become connected to me. We will share a...psychic link if you will, and when one of us is in danger or need of another, we will feel it. This does not make you, in any way, my slave. You will become an equal and I will treat you as such." With that promise I took the wolf's wrist to my lips, and I drank.

There wasn't some drastic and ever so magnificent change; no glowing or anything that you would think would come with some a drastic change that is promised. Instead, my body fell limp to the floor. Every ounce of my body was convulsing. The back of my head felt like it were on fire, my legs felt as if they were being torn from their sockets, and chest and stomach were being hammered, my arms were being pulled as well and felt like they were about to blow up, and my face felt as if I were being beaten. The numbness and darkness that followed could not have come any sooner. I blacked out.

*

When I woke up, several hours had passed, I knew this because the daylight from outside was shining into the parking structure. Had everything that happened, really happen? My paws went to the back of my head but could find nothing. No blood, no hole, nothing. My paws were just as clean and pure white as before. I stood up and everything seemed to be a bit...off. I walked my way out of the parking garage, stumbling back and forth; if any fur had seen me they would have instantly assumed I was drunk. The bright light from outside shone brilliantly into the parking structure, the bright blinding light blocking any view from outside. After exiting the parking garage, it took my eyes only a few moments to re-adjust themselves. Everything outside still seemed a bit off to me, but I couldn't really figure out why that was. Everything seemed to be, smaller.

One look down at my clothes was all it took to help me realize why everything seemed to be off. My clothes were now really tight. The pants I was wearing the night before were now too small for me. They weren't small because I had gained weight, but I had grown, taller and thicker in the thighs. My shirt was also fitting tight to my body. My gut was now gone, and I had accumulated some muscle into my chest, giving me some nice sized pecs. The streets were full of furs all in a hurry to get to their destination. Every so often I would notice a few heads turn to stare at me, as if I was some lost and confused child, and in a way, I was. Though there were many furs all about, I couldn't help it, I lifted up the bottom of my shirt.

"ABS!!!" I shouted.

This got attention from a few furs, some stopping to stare at the dirty, and crazy feline. I was a bit embarrassed but not as much as I would have imagined. What I found was that my gut was gone after several years of not exercising and in its place was a set of six pack abs, a thing I had always wanted and swooned over many stronger furs for having.

'Ciel.'came a voice.

I looked around to find the source but could not see anyone.

'Ciel, you're awake, come find me. Follow your instincts, let them guide you to me.' said the voice once again. I knew this voice.

'Demetrius?' I instinctively called out with my own thoughts.

'Find me Ciel.' And I did just that.

I didn't know where I was going, all I knew was that my body just seemed to know exactly where to go, what turns to take, what streets to cross. I'll admit, it was a bit weird at first but I got used to it fairly quick. I liked the idea of my body just instantly knowing where to go, it was almost as if I had some sort of internal GPS and if it sticks with me it could really come in handy.

Staphord City was alive today. Cars blaring, people shouting, everything seemed to be more vivid to me. The colors, the sounds, the smells, and I'm sure if I tasted something it would have tasted more intense as well. The buildings were tall, some of brick, some of metal and glass, everything just seemed to be different, better even. After crossing a few streets and rounding a few corners, my body made a sudden stop next to an alleyway.

As cliché as it may seem, a dark alley being where I needed to go, it's just how it was. I slowly made my way into that alley. The passageway was only a few feet long and then came to an opening. I was surrounded by the backs of four buildings, the alleyway seeming to be the only way in. The ground was made of cement, dirty and trash littering the floor. All along the walls of the back of these buildings were tagged with pieces of graffiti. Some were just random words. Some were really beautifully sprayed pieces of art and it all looked magnificent, magical almost. What drew my attention though was something that was so insignificant. In the midst of all these beautiful masterpieces of street art, was a music note. A single, black music note. It didn't seem to fit in with anything else, so why was I drawn to this?

I moved closer to the note, and my instincts were screaming 'TOUCH IT!' So I did.

My finger had just touched the note when it grew and enveloped me. I was surrounded in darkness. No light was shining now but the darkness seemed to slowly be fading. I was now somewhere entirely different. The room I was in now was lit only by four torches that were on each wall. It was a spacious room, a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, a dresser against one wall, a mirror on another, and a door opposite the dresser. The walls were red but seemed to be aged almost, making it seem a bit rustic. I didn't have any more time to view my surroundings before the door had swung open.

"You found me." came the voice of Demetrius. The wolf stood there, a lone paw on the door, a smirk across his muzzle. He was still wearing the same gear he had been wearing last night.

"Where am I?" was all I could ask.

"Right now...in your new room."

"My what?"

"Remember, part of the deal was you to join me and my...acquaintances. Now that you are a part of little group, you get your own room. For now it's just got what you see here but you can do whatever you want with the place. And you don't have to sleep here if you don't want, it's just a place if you ever really need it. But you can redecorate later, for now it's time for you to train."

"Train for what?"

"Well we need to figure out what kind of demon you are for starters, and after that I will train you to use your abilities. You do still want revenge on the cobra don't you?"

Jesse...of course I want my revenge on the filthy snake. He killed me, he raped me, and he was going to die.

Demetrius escorted me out into a more living room type area outside the door. The room was open and everything could be seen from where I was standing. A third of the place contained a pair of leather chairs and a few couches as well as a flat screen for obvious lounging enjoyments. The other two thirds contained a spacious area with a circle drawn on the floor and some workout gear. I could see a few other doors along the other walls, and I wondered where they could lead to.

"This is where we train and relax," Demetrius spoke, his voice bringing my attention back to him, "the other doors in which you are wondering as to where they lead to are the others rooms."

"So, these friends of yours, they're all demons too?"

The wolf chuckled at my question, "But of course, you can't join the Choir without being a demon."

"Choir?"

"Not the kind of choir you're thinking, what with the singing and shit, this choir is basically just a band of us demons. You see Ciel, there is a war coming, a war between all of us demons and angels, and it's up to us to prepare, increase our numbers to have a fighting chance. You are now a part of this Ciel, and you will help us. But before you can do that," Demetrius padded his way over towards the area where the circle was drawn on the floor, "we need to find out what sort of demon you have become."

I walked over and stepped inside the circle. Demetrius wasted no time, his paw reached for the cylinder on his waste and flicked his wrist. The cylinder expanded into a staff and he charged me, swinging the piece of metal at me. I hadn't even noticed he had started before my arm shot up and gripped the staff.

"Hmm...instinctual reflexes, that narrows it down a little," and with that the wolf swooped his foot under my legs, trying to knock me off my paws; he succeeded. Upon impact I seemed to grow enraged.

"Heh well there's no mistaking you're a demon kid." I glanced over towards the staff, my reflection in the metal showed that my eyes had turned to the same color as the wolf last night, a glowing blood red, "that usually happens when you become enraged."

With that said, I did what I had seen on TV several times. I pushed myself up with my hands and flipped myself onto my foot paws. I grew even more enraged as I could see the canine just smirking. My hands felt funny, as I looked down towards my paws I could see my claws start to come out but where they should have stopped they didn't. They grew and grew into long, almost blade like, and they stopped after growing at least a foot in length.

"Ahah! An Asasna!" howled the wolf.

"A what?"

"Basically it's our word for what you would call an assassin. Only they can grow their claws out like that when they are in trouble and are forced into hand to hand combat...or they need to kill their prey up close and personal." The wolf then retracted his staff back into its small cylindrical form and my claws retracted.

"So now that you know what I am, what now?"

"Well, now I can help you hone in on your other abilities. And between you and me, they are pretty amazing ones too, rare even."

The thought that I could get my revenge on the cobra that played with my heart, who had taken something so precious that belonged to me, was something I found an odd joy in.

"When do we start?"

*

Demetrius taught me everything I needed to know. He said that because I was recently changed that my abilities would grow over time and I would be able to do more in the future. For now though, he taught me that I could change the color of my eyes and fur to whatever I want, essentially being able to camouflage myself into any environment. I had to admit, I liked the black fur I had turned myself into that first time, it seemed to suit me. Along with my bladed claws and camouflage abilities, the wolf also taught me how to use my mental abilities. He told me that I could 'suggest' something to a fur and they would end up doing it, basically it was like mind control which I didn't like at first but it became fun eventually. He also told me that when I had more experience I could fry someone's brain by overloading them with everything; every single thing a person has ever experienced would come flooding in and it would fry their brains by enlarging it to the point it just bursts.

Aside from those things, he taught me how to fight, how to use my surroundings to my advantage. Getting to choose my weapons of choice had to be the best part though. Throughout the whole choir room, that's what Demetrius called it, there were plenty of weapons in which to choose from. Guns, swords, cross bows; all of these and more could be found throughout the place. I ended up going with knives and this thread like string that was almost invisible to the naked eye. My choices might seem weird to most, what with all the heavy fire power, but my choices seemed to choose me really, they just...spoke to me I guess. With my weapons chosen, Deme, as Demetrius told me to call him, taught me how to use them, as well as a few guns and such. The string I had picked out I learned was called Spider-wire. Deme explained that once I had attached the string to my chosen surfaces I could use my own demonic energy to activate them. The string would then become practically invisible and sharp. Deme explained that anything to touch it would end up cutting themselves and that the wire was a great choice if I wanted to cut off some limps or simply trap someone.

I spent three days learning about my new found powers and about demons and angels. Deme has become my mentor in everything, and I can consider him a friend. I haven't seen Victor or any of my other friends in these few days, and while I'm sure they are worried, I am focused on killing the bastard cobra.

So here I am, sitting on the rooftop of club Mystique, waiting for the cobra to show himself, waiting for him to be alone. I had decided to change my fur color black tonight, I'm not sure why but it seemed right for the occasion. I knew that I was becoming enraged, my eyes becoming their glowing blood red color. While Deme had said I should probably wear some black clothing I decided against it. I went for a tight fitting black tank top, a red vest I had found back in the choir room with the sleeves looking as if they had been torn off and a pair of red cargo pants with black combat boots to match. I had to admit, had I worn this to the club all those nights ago I'm sure I would have gotten the attention of some furs, I mean, I am looking HOT tonight! For once I could admit it, I was hot, and I knew I was and intended to use my hotness to my advantage when I got the chance. For now though, I need to take care of some business.

The side exit to the club had opened up, and out slithered Jesse. On his shoulder I could see he was carrying someone...his next victim! Upon closer look I could see that he was carrying a tall, extremely large giraffe on his shoulder. The guy was buff to the extreme I had to admit, and it was obvious the guy had been drugged.

"Damn, you're so fucking heavy!" hissed the serpent. "Fuck it!" with that the cobra dropped the giraffe down right there at the end of the alley, "I can't carry you, guess I'll just have to do it right here."

I whistled down to him. The cobra looked around to find the source of the whistle.

"Yo, Jesse! Up here!" I hollered below. The snake looked up and I could see his eyes widen a bit. The time had come, the time to exact my revenge was now.

I dropped down, falling to the ground and landing on my paws, a drop that would have killed most furs. "Remember me?" I asked, changing my fur back to its normal white colored fur and my eyes back to their golden radiance.

One look and the fear in Jesse's eyes was evident.

"How...," the snake was taken aback a bit, "but...I FUCKING KILLED YOU!"

I laughed, quite evil like I must say, "Yes, yes you did. And now...it's my turn to return the favor."

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