Spook
Christina smiled at RK as she moved around the small cabin in the Canadian Rockies.
The cat was proving to be very useful. When they'd arrived at the cabin, it had been home to rather a lot of mice. RK had made short work of them, and he was cleaning out any survivors or immigrants on a daily basis.
Good cat.
Waking up to having a rodent run across your face is the type of surprise she could do without.
She poured pancake batter into a skillet and the butter hissed at her.
RK wound around her ankles, begging for scraps.
"It's nowhere near ready yet..."
Christina cooked all the batter and set down a plate of pancakes for RK, sticking the skillet in the sink with water over it and then sitting down at the table to eat her own.
They ate in silence for a few minutes.
Christina's fork clattered onto the plate as she slowly slid sideways and hit the floor. The chair tipped over with a crash and her body started to jerk.
Then the screaming began.
Blood poured from her eyes, ears, nose and mouth as her back arched, head and heels sometimes the only parts of her on the floor. She wailed in agony, head feeling like it was about to burst.
RK sat by her, golden eyes worried as black liquid started to ooze from her pores, sparkling oddly with flecks of green light.
He sneezed as he smelt the liquid. Smelt like death and nothingness. Something wrong. Something he was suddenly glad was coming out of his two legger. She suddenly seemed to leap into focus in his eyes as the liquid crawled across the floor, flashing green and black.
How very odd.
Christina coughed and choked as the slime came upwards through her throat. She spat gobs of green and black onto the floor.
This process took hours of pain.
When it was done, RK saw Christina's eyes before she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Normal green human eyes.
And he could feel her now, she wasn't blanketed like she had been before.
His tail twitched as he waited for her to come around.