After Dawn

~2~

A/N:
Yay! New chapter ^^ Don't worry this one is gonna be much longer ;3

Deep inside Autumn Dawn hidden by mountains and surrounded by a small forest lies a small village of cat hybrids. Some full-blood cats and other only half-blood.
In one of the small houses lies a young girl named Miranda Bemella. She has once again been beaten. And once again she has done nothing to deserve it. The man behind her misery is her 'lover'. Or at least he claims to be. His name might be big in the village, but he is no one outside of the hell hole Miranda calls home.

"Petè! I'm begging you! Please stop!" Miranda cried.

"Oh, are you perhaps giving up?" The man answered as he pulled her tail.

"Never!"

"Huh, your own choice I guess." Then Petè kicked her in the stomach. She let out a small cry of pain. The young man gave her a look of despair and walked out the door.

This was everyday life for the poor girl. A man wishing for her hand in marriage would abuse her for not wanting his hand. Peté would come to her house every day and ask her to marry him and when she refused he would hurt her. Both verbally and physically.

"Whore! Bitch! Worthless!"
Words like these were often used against her. But if she only knew how wrong they were. Because Miranda is everything but worthless! She just doesn't know it yet.

As Miranda lied on the floor she looked around in her small house. Her eyes caught the broken picture on the floor. It was of her parents. They died a couple of years ago and since then her life has been hell! Ever since they passed away she has been living alone. Even though she didn't have any friends she wasn't lonely. Her grandmother would often come and check on her. She was an old woman named Hedva.
Hedva was once a beautiful woman but age had caught up with her and now she was weak. But Miranda still loved her very much.

"Dear, are you home?" It was Hedva who called.

"Yes, I am." Miranda coughed.

As soon as she answered the door opened. The elder woman stepped in and looked at her. Miranda was still lying on the floor.

"Oh, honey..." Hedva looked at her crying granddaughter on the floor. "Dear, why can't you just marry the man?"

She didn't answer...

"Mira, this has been going on for WAY too long! You could end up losing your own life!" The elder looked somewhat angry at the poor girl.

Miranda had now stopped crying and stood up. She walked over to Hedva and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Grandmother... If there is one thing I know, then it is, that I do not care about my own life anymore! As long as you are safe, then I'm alright with it..."

As soon as she was done talking a loud laughter could be heard from the outside. Then once again the door opened and Peté stepped inside. He was laughing like a madman and he too looked like one. His brown eyes were looking directly at the old woman with a crazy stare. His dirty blond hair was a bit messy. And in his hand were a knife.
When he was done laughing he pointed the knife at Hedva.

"Was that really ALL I had to do!? threat someone else?" Peté spat as he walked closer to them both. Of course, Miranda backed away out of fear, but Hedva wasn't fast enough. She tripped and was now on the floor. She looked up at her granddaughter in fear, as the young man stepped closer.

"So dear... I'm going to ask you one more time... Will you marry me, or will the old hag die for nothing!?" Peté whispered with anger.

Both of the women were frozen with fear and nobody said anything.