Samuel charged at her but Paul used his last bit of strength to reach up and grab one of his legs.He fell down his own blade sinking into his stomach.
Abigail quickly got Paul to his feet. They hurried past the dead body of Samuel's dog. Aleister lay dying of his wounds. As he passed on he shrank back into a small Bombay. Abigail stopped and put her hand lovingly on his weak frame. He looked up at her with his copper eyes, giving one last question like meow... and he was gone.
Abigail and Paul quickly made their way through the darkness back to her house. They got on Paul's bike and began to leave. A white blur raced across the yard. The pregnant white cat jumped up hanging on Abigail's leg. She carefully scooped her up as the bike raced towards the highway shooting between the stunned town's people who were walking towards the church.
As they passed the church, Abigail's grandmother called out to her...
"You'll never get away! Never! We will find you wherever you go!" she declared.
The people were beginning to get in their cars. Soon they had six cars giving them chase as they turned on the highway. Abigail hung onto Paul for dear life, with the white Persian on her lap. She looked back at the menacing headlights that were coming closer.
Paul's bike was beginning to slow down. Abigail could hear the animalistic wail of her grandmother all the way back at the church. It was as if her will was reaching out and pressing itself against the bike, slowing them down.
When the cars were nearly upon them, Abigail turned.
With her free hand she pointed behind her. Instinctively she remembered what her grandmother had done earlier that day when she tried to rush her.
Abigail repeated the words as best as she could.
A bright white design appeared in the air, it spread into a barrier. Every car that hit it was stopped in it's tracks.
Her grandmother's spell was broken. The bike surged ahead, lacing the dark turns of the highway as Paul rode with a skill he never thought he had. The open road before them, they vanished far from the reach of her father's black occult group.
For Paul and Abigail, it had been love at first sight.
They would change their names, and marry where they would never be found.
Almost immediately Abigail became pregnant.
They were blessed with a beautiful girl. She too had fiery hair and aquamarine eyes. They named her Moina.
The white cat, which Abigail named Rose, had given birth to a huge litter of solid black and white cats.
They all appeared normal except for one.
The runt of the litter, jet black with her mother's blue eyes, took a special interest in their daughter. It was inseparable from her. Abigail named this cat Dion, and made her promise to take special care of her daughter, no matter what.
Abigail's daughter would be a lot like her, but she would get into much much more mischief than her mom had.
But that is another story...
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