Butter released the air from her lungs, turning it into an eerie mist in the frigid night air. Her ears stood up straight on end, and her tail twitched back and forth anxiously. She hated being here, her master knew that—but he did not care. He only saw her as a pretty face, a breed to attract potential suitors. It was simple really, her master wanted to find her a perfect mate—one that was wild—in hopes to create a unique blood line, one that no one else has ever discovered. He desired to create a cross between a flame point and a blue point. The master wanted to produce a white tailed cat with soft, glowing blue tips, mixed all together with Butter's subtle orange hue. Butter was merely a pawn for the masters sick game, but fortunately for her, not a single blue point has stood up to the masters standards. She was a perfect flame point to her masters’ eyes, so only a perfect blue point could equal her flawlessness.
The moonlight shined on Butter now, making her fur glisten in the moonlight. She ducked her ears down, looking towards the ground in anxiousness. Small fireflies hovered in the air, twirling around each other, courting one another with their dances.
The cold air kissed her skin and she shivered, making the fur on her tail expand. She raised her hands to her ears and wrapped her fingers around her head.
“Butter!” yelled her master’s voice sharply, echoing in her ears.
Just as she lowered her hands to address her master, a feral cat came out of the bushes and stared at her, his eyes reflecting the moonlight towards her. He had white hair and blue points at his ears, and blue stripes on his tail. She watched as he stalked over towards her, walking circles around her, looking at her from every angle.
Getting rather nervous, Butter noticed that her master had not called off the blue point, coming to a realization. Did this blue point match up to her masters expectations? The air grew colder around her, suffocating her with its sheer frigidness. She did not want this to happen! She was too young, she wasn't ready! In retaliation, Butter lowered her ears and let out an aggressive hiss, catching the blue point by surprise as he jolted away, sprinting back into the wild.
She closed her mouth and cringed, raised her ears as her master ran over to her. She clenched her eyes shut as he smacked his hand across her face, hitting her to the ground with all the energy being forced down upon her.
“How dare you scare him off! You will pay for such disobedience! He was finally the one and you ruined it! Get up!” he screamed at her and gripped her hair, wrenching her upwards. His anger mounted with every passing second.
Silence swept over them as they walked home. Butter looked shyly at him from the corner of her eye, but he made no contact with her. Looking back down at the ground as they walked, Butter thought back to when the blue point had tried to court her. He was handsome enough, but she couldn't bear the idea of being forced to love someone for the sole purpose of producing a child of a rare breed, a child she would then have to relinquish to her master! It was a sick game she wanted no part of.
She wished she could tell Scotch about the masters’ plan, but it was too mature of a topic to discuss with him. Scotch idolized the master, but after tonight she knew what she had to do; she could no longer hide this secret from him. It burned her soul to be a pawn in her master’s game—having no say in anything. Her thoughts returned to Iris, and as much as Iris was cruel to Butter, she yearned to be free like the Demoni.
Butter looked up as they approached the large castle-like mansion that she was forced to inhabit. Of course it was nice, but the circumstance in which she was confined prevented her from enjoying its splendor. It was a large green house with a polished wooden door and six transparent windows, all on different levels of the house.
Then the master slammed open the door and shoved her inside, banging the door behind them. He briskly walked away from her in anger, leaving her in the entry way.
“I’m sorry master…” she murmured at him, but he shook his head and continued walking.
“I don’t want to hurt you, so just go to your brother before I change my mind.”
Butter lowered her head in a bow, and then fled down the crystal-tiled hallway, making it to a transparent door at the end of the hall. Flinging it open, Butter could see Scotch chasing his own tail before noticing Butter enter. He approached her as she sat down.
“What happened to your face?” he asked as Butter raised her hand to the slap mark on her face.
“Oh, nothing, I just banged it on accident.”
Scotch nodded and crawled over to her and Butter became annoyed of his care-free behavior and began flicking her tail in aggravation, yet this caused the juvenile flame point to pounce at her tail, trying to catch it. Butter finally snapped.
“Scotch! STOP IT!”
Butter immediately heard the master running down the stairs because of her outburst. Not wanting to get punished again, Butter fled to the window and pried it open with her claws, fleeing.
Scotch was quickly on his sisters’ tail, apologizing profusely.
“Butter what did I do?! I’m sorry!”
Butter also heard the master yelling towards them, “If you run you will be punished when you return! If you don’t come back by sundown there will be hell to pay and I will find you!” he screamed out of the window. This didn't stop Butter however, and Scotch loyally stuck by his sister, despite his reservations. They ran for what seemed like miles, never looking back, going up one hill and down another, through the forest and across a field until Scotch fell to the ground, panting from exhaustion. Butter sat down as well, as her brother spoke.
“What about master?” he wheezed.
Butter took a deep breath. Should she tell him? It made her heart ache to destroy the way he looked up to the master, but she couldn’t conceal it anymore.
“The master beats me brother. He forces me to go out every night and throws me to the feral cats and wants me to breed with them in hopes to make an even rarer breed than we are.”
Scotch bit down on his lip in confusion. He had never considered such a thing, never even realizing something like that could be happening. Yet now that he thought about it, he put together all the small occurrences—the bruises, cuts, red marks, scratches and sadness in his sisters’ eyes— and knew what his sister said to be was true.
“Butter…” he whimpered, causing his sisters eyes to well up with tears.
“I’m sorry brother…” she sniffed as her ears angled down. Scotch shook his head and reached out and clung to her waist.
“No, I’m the sorry one. I should have realized…no…” he said trailing his words as his own eyes started to moisten and he then wept into her chest.
She closed her eyes and stroked her hand on his head tenderly, “It’s okay you didn’t know, please don’t cry. This is why I did not want to tell you, I knew you would blame yourself.” She exposed one of her fangs to hold down her own quivering lip as she whimpered, trying to hold her tears in even though her soul yearned to cry and wallow in self-pity. Before this could happen, however, Butter heard Scotch growl. She opened her eyes to see his tear stricken face glaring behind her. Butter, confused, slowly turned around to see the same blue point from earlier, his eyes focused on her.
Butter turned quickly around and stood up facing him, but he spoke first.
“What is wrong?”
Butter, confused, responded with her own question.
“Are you following me?”
The blue point tilted his head and sniffed in her scent, opening his mouth so he could taste her aroma.
“No.” he said, his deep voice penetrating her ears, “I have a proposal for you.”