More To The Litter

Chapter 27

The snowstorm outside raged on in a blizzard of beautiful white snow that entrapped everything. It was late and dark as the power was out, leaving Frank and I alone in the bedroom that was dully lit with candles.

I whimpered, my hips rocking down against Frank's as I straddled him.

"Round two already?" Frank breathed out.

I nodded, crashing my lips against his. Frank moaned softly and I paused as I pulled away, my kitten ears twitching.

"Fuck, don't stop," Frank muttered, pulling me down.

I shook my head, moving off of him.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Frank asked. "If you don't want to then that's okay."

I shushed him, my ears twitching. I could hear something downstairs, the sound of shuffling just barely audible.

"What is it?" Frank asked.

"I think someone's downstairs," I whispered.

Frank got up, pulling on some sweatpants. He reached under the bed and pulled out a baseball bat.

"Alright, You go to the nursery and lock the door," he said.

I nodded, getting dressed. Frank opened the door and I followed close behind as he stood in front of me to protect me. When we got to the nursery I went in and locked the door. I looked down at my sleeping babies, sniffling quietly.

I twitched my ears but couldn't hear anything over the wind howling outside. I sat down in the rocking chair, sniffling as I waited for something to happen. It felt like years before there was a knock on the door.

"Daddy!" I gasped.

I opened it but froze when I saw Pete. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder while I screamed. He carried me downstairs and I saw Frank laying face down on the floor, blood on the hardwood.

"No!" I screamed.

I thrashed around, trying to get out of his grip. He carried me outside and the cold immediately bit at my skin. I gasped, feeling the icy air fill every inch of my lungs.

"Let go of me!" I shrieked.

Oh god oh god oh god

Some man went passed us into the house next and I knew they were going to get my babies next. They were going to take all of us and experiment on us.

What's it called when mom's get super-human strength to lift a car off their baby?

Hysterical strength?

I think that's what it's called, I remember Mikey telling me about it about the time Mia got pregnant.

I think that might be what happened to me.

...unless...nekos have super powers I didn't know about...

Either way I managed to pull away from Pete and shove him into the side of the van so that way his head hit the metal and he was knocked out. I ran inside passed Frank and upstairs. The man was at the top of the stairs when I grabbed his leg, pulling as hard as I could so he fell down and was knocked out.

"Daddy," I cried, running to his side.

I rolled him into his back, gently touching the spot where blood was coming out of a wound in his head. I shook him lightly but he didn't move but was thankfully still breathing.

Oh god oh god what do I do?

I went upstairs, packing a bag before shoving it into the car. I got all the babies buckled into their seats before I went back to Frank. I managed to drag him to the garage when he started to wake up but was still drowsy. I helped him stumble into the car, buckling him in.