Chapter 3: There's No One like Macavity

I HAVE HAD WAY TOO MUCH SUGAR! I AM ON FIYAH! Lol… JK… Rowling XD! Sorry for the pun. And sorry that I was away. My computer wouldn't 'accept' the internet. Don't ask me why. I don't know. I'm no Bill Gates or something. Anyway… Explaination Time: Another continuation chapter. Yay! So… without further ado (I think):

The bright red fur of the Napoleon of Crime appeared over the eerie junk. He didn't say anything but just crawled over to the centre. Apparently he hadn't seen any of them. For being able to see in the dark, he was rather blind.

Munkustrap wrapped his arms around Demeter. He scanned the area. Most of the Jellicles were smart and stayed inside. Aside from Alonzo (good tom) and… a few of kittens? Munkus made no move over to them. Macavity hadn't noticed them. Munkus could see Victoria's fur, glowing in the strange. Munkus' paled. With Victoria was here there was no doubt that there was also…

"Jemima." Demeter whispered. Suddenly Macavity realised there were cats about.

"Hello my darling mate, or, should I say… ex-mate." Demeter looked sick with hatred. "How have you been, sweetheart?"

Munkus prayed Deme would resist the urge to spit fire at him.

"Better now you are gone." She said while Munkus swore at her in his head.

"Oh really my sweet?" he said sickeningly sweet. He turned to the small pile of kittens and Munkus paled. Two of the kittens made it away but one was caught on Macavity's long claw.

Jemima struggled to get off but it was no use. She was caught on him.

"Mommy!" she cried "Help me!" tears were flowing out her eyes. Demeter tugged on Munkus arms.

"Jemima!" she shouted "Macavity! Let her go!"

Macavity looked from Demeter to the struggling Jemima hanging off his claw.

"Oh!" He said seemingly to Jemima "Who's this? Is this your mommy? Who's holding onto her too? Your daddy." Jemima was curled into a ball. She was shaking.

"Macavity!" Munkustrap called, "Let her go! She was never a part of this!"

"She was made a part of this when you had her!" Macavity called "But fine. Take your stupid daughter back." And he thrust Jemima at her parents none too softly, causing them to all fall over.

"You'll be praying for those words when I'm done with you."

Jemima clung to her parents as Macavity seemed to melt into the darkness of night. Once he was gone, Demeter wrapped her arms around Jemima.

"Jemima!" she cried, "Are you okay."

Jemima didn't respond. She had been traumatized by the experience. She took one look at her parents and ran back to Victoria and Rumpleteazer who both hugged her protectively. Jemima whispered something that sounded like "Let's go inside." And disappeared inside the den from which they came with Rumpleteazer and Victoria followed closely behind, whispering quietly.

Munkustrap and Demeter looked at each other, speechless.

"N… now… now what?" Demeter asked nervously. Munkus shrugged and started walking back to their den. This made Demeter furious.

"MUNKUSTRAP!" She called. He either didn't hear her or ignored her. Judging by the distance between them, Deme guessed it was the second option. She ran after him.

"MUNKUSTRAP! WAIT!" she called, but he still ignored her. She ran faster and caught his shoulder, twisting him so he was forced to face her.

"MUNKUSTRAP! ARE YOU GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS DIDN'T JUST HAPPEN?" She shouted. Munkus shouted back at her.

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT, RIGHT NOW! DEMETER!" Demeter sighed. They were probably doing exactly what Macavity wanted. This wasn't about them. This was about looking after Jemima and protecting her from Macavity. Munkus apparently didn't share her idea. He huffed stormed away.

MEANWHILE…

Jemima sat in the corner of the den, while all the other kittens spoke quietly. Jemima shivered before getting up and sitting with Rumpleteazer, Victoria, Plato (who had his arm around Viccy) and Mungojerrie. Jemima didn't stop shaking so Mungojerrie put his arm around her. Suddenly, her heart raced.

Wait. She thought. Why am I so nervous? It's not that I like him or anything. Right? Oh Heaviside. If Teazer knew, she would skin me. Jemima pretended to act natural and rested her head on his shoulder. The next thing she knew, it was morning and Rumpleteazer wasn't happy. Well… at her. She can't be mad for the whole day, could she? It was the day of the Jellicle Ball. No one can be mad. Wait a minute.

It's the day of the Jellicle Ball.