- James only went inside to grab Asher and Oscar. Both cats yowled in protest as he pushed them into the grass and shut the door, leaning back against the door again. He didn't go back inside again, cracking the door enough for the other cats to get out before locking it and shutting it with a slam. He wasn't going back in there, not when the slayer had touched it. It may as well have been toxic. When she led them here, he was going to be waiting. And he was going to go down swinging, and if he could help it killing the first one he'd met. Hopefully the fight would scatter the cats; he didn't trust the slayers to leave them alone. Asher was pretty jumpy and probably would run, but he didn't know about Oscar. He sometimes went hunting with him, even, and he had never seemed phased by the blood and death, caused by his owner. Strange cat.



