Familiar

The cat looked up at her, blinking slowly. "I'm your familiar, of course. You created me, after all."

The words sent a jolt through Selena's system. Familiar? Created? Her thoughts raced as she processed what the cat had said.

She knew the old Selena had dabbled in dark magic—enough to make her reputation infamous—but a familiar? That was advanced magic, the kind that required a level of skill and power she couldn't imagine having, even in this borrowed body.

"Wh-what?" Selena managed to utter a single word. But that was it, nothing else would come out of her!

"Meow?" The cat purred in a questioning tone.

Selena groaned, running a hand through her hair. "Okay, let's say I believe you for a second. What am I supposed to feed you? And why were you stuck in the diary?"

The cat yawned, revealing tiny sharp teeth, and stretched its legs. "Just a bit of your blood will do."