~*Macavity's Quarters*~
How curious it is to injure my own blood and not feel anything, it was that Munkustrap's fault. If he weren't so idiotic that little Jemima wouldn't have been hurt. She's to good, just like her Mother, maybe I was wrong to use Demeter as the mother of my child. I couldn't really help myself; I still have (what the humans would call) a soft spot for her. I shall have to have a new heir, yes one of my most loyal hench cats.
"Iceheart, get in here."
~*Munkustrap and Demeter's Den*~
It is past midnight now, Munkustrap stirs in his sleep. I gaze at the pale-faced Jemima trying to kid myself that she's just sleeping and that this is just a dream and when I wake up everything will be fine. But it won't, I know that it'll never be the same. I wonder if Macavity feels any guilt about killing his own blood, maybe he's planning a new heir now; maybe he's beating himself up about it. I hope not, I'm going to be the one who has Macavity's blood on my hands…
~*In Munkustrap's Dreams*~
Jemima bleeds in my arms and look's up at me with a face of anger and pain, her face is twisted and she's shaking and attempts to claw my arms with hatred.
"I'm dying Munkustrap, remember this moment and the moment which your stupidity killed me. It is your fault I die."
Her eyes slowly close back into her head and she becomes limp in my arms,
"No! Jemima! Come back!!!!!"
I wake up; Demeter's staring at me.
"Bad dream?"
~*Pouncival's night*~
"Pouncival! Stop it!" my mother screeches.
"She's gone! She's not coming back! She's gone!"
Mother sighs figuring that she can't make my stop she walks off leaving me. Still screaming her name I punch the wall in anger, it's his fault she's not coming back. I'll kill him, well unless Demeter beats me to it. I hit the wall more violently and blood droplets falls from my knuckles, my Mother comes in; she probably heard the thuds because she came in with bandages. Wrapping them tightly around my knuckles she looks up at me with pity.
"It was a great loss Pouncival, but don't get two angry. It's dangerous."
I stare at her dumbfounded, what the hell does she mean!
'It's dangerous?'
Before I can say anything else she kisses my forehead and bids me goodnight.