Author's Note:Sorry it took me so long to get this up! I've just been really busy and haven't had time to breathe. But here's Chapter Ten! Be warned...this chapter and the next...there's plenty of violence, especially for poor Victoria (I love being mean to my favorites...) but nothing really in detail. The next chapter especially hints at some stuff, but again I don't go into detail at all really. So...let me know what you guys think.

Chapter Ten

Munkustrap's POV

He had not been up long when he heard it. In fact, he was only just now replacing Plato as sentinel and Plato had hardly made it out of the clearing yet. But they both heard it, it was a scream. Plato turned to Munkustrap, and together they went off in search of the cause. It had come in the direction of Victoria's den, and Munkustrap grew more nervous with every step. There was no sign of trouble outside, but still something didn't feel right. As the two toms reached Victoria's pile of tires, Munkustrap sighed, they wouldn't be able to fit through the small opening. They would have to call to her. "Victoria? Victoria, are you in there?"

There was no reply. Munkustrap turned to Plato, who tried again, "Victoria? Come on out! We need to talk to you."

Still there was no reply. Munkustrap sighed, "Let's check Quaxo's den. It is possible she may have gone there."

Plato nodded, and they headed towards the drain pipe. It didn't take them long of course, and then they were crawling through, Munkustrap leading the way, "Victoria?"

But Quaxo's den was empty. Munkustrap sighed and turned to Plato. "We'll need to talk to Coricopat and Tantomile. Maybe they can find her."

Plato nodded and stifled a yawn. Munkustrap put a hand on his shoulder as they came out of the drain pipe. "Why don't you go get some sleep? You've been up all night. She may just be wandering around, and if I learn anything different I'll let you know."

Plato hesitated, obviously wanting to help more, but Munkustrap knew Plato would be no good to anyone if he was falling asleep all the time. "Go on, I promise I'll let you know what we learn."

After another moment, he nodded and walked away, headed towards his small den. Munkustrap sighed and went to find the psychic twins. They were often already up at this hour, as daybreak was their favorite time of day. Sure enough, he found them lying on the Great Tire, doing…well, whatever it was that they did. "Coricopat, Tantomile. I need your help."

The twins nodded in unison. "We know, and we know what you will ask of us."

Munkustrap sighed, of course they did. "Well, will you help me?"

The twins looked at each other, then back to him. "Of course."

The three of them head towards Victoria's den, but didn't make it all the way, they stopped at a point that was about half way between her pile of tires and Quaxo's drain pipe. "This," Coricopat said, "is the last place she was conscious."

Tantomile nodded, "Indeed, Brother. She was taken."

Munkustrap felt his heart constrict. "By who?"

The twins looked at each other once more, and then back to Munkustrap, "You do not need to ask, for you already know."

Tantomile continued, "It is as you have feared this past week – "

"Macavity has taken her," finished Coricopat.

Munkustrap sighed, "I expected as much. Can you contact Quaxo? He needs to know."

The twins looked at each other for a full moment. "We do not think it wise to inform him just yet. He is on the other side of town, and until we have a plan, it will just worry him."

Munkustrap rolled his eyes, "I know it will worry him. But we may need his help."

The twins nodded, "Very well, one moment."

They looked up at the sky, and Munkustrap watched impatiently as their eyes went out of focus as they looked at something that wasn't there. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they looked down before looking at him again. "He is asleep and could not be reached. We will continue trying."

Munkustrap gave an exasperated sigh, and nodded. "Yes, do that."

He turned and ran back to the clearing. He racked his brain, who was available? He needed people to discuss this with. He found Rum Tum Tugger and Admetus just walking into the clearing, and he walked to them quickly. "Brothers, we have a problem."

The two toms looked at each other and then back to him, Admetus was the first to speak, "What is it? What's happened?"

Tugger smirked, "Surely it's nothing we can't figure out. What's up, Munk?"

Munkustrap sighed, "Macavity has taken Victoria."

Both of his brothers looked equally floored. Tugger was the first to speak, "What? We have to go get her! Sound the alarm! Call Scotland Yard!"

Munkustrap shot him a glare. "This is serious Tugger."

Admetus hadn't said anything yet, but now he spoke with a serious tone. He may be the youngest of the three, but he was easily the most serious. "Where has he taken her?"

Munkustrap ran a hand across his ears. "We do not know where his hide out is anymore, he moved last month. Until we find it again, she could be anywhere."

He nodded, "I'll go wake Mongojerrie and Rumpleteazer. Maybe they know something we don't."

He didn't wait for agreement, and Munkustrap watched as his youngest brother bolted off. He looked at Tugger, "Can you go wake Demeter? I need to speak with her."

Tugger bit his lip, "Uhm, you sure that's a good idea Bro?"

Munkustrap sighed, "No. It's not, and I don't want to do it, but she may be able to help us think of something. She's been taken by him before as well."

Rum Tum Tugger nodded. "Very well, I'll go get her."

Victoria's POV

Victoria slowly regained consciousness, and wasted no time regretting it. What had they done to her while she was out? Her whole body ached, especially her head. That part she understood, as Macavity had hit her pretty hard to knock her out. But she couldn't account for the rest of the pain, she felt like she'd been hit by a car. Maybe they had thrown her into a car.

How long had she been out? She slowly opened her eyes and glanced around for any sign of time, but there was none. There were no windows, no clocks, nothing to mark the time. She could have been out for minutes, hours, or days. She had no way to know. There was one thing she did know, was that she was still in Jellicle form. But they couldn't be in the junk yard right? They couldn't possibly be so close…

She wondered if the Junk Yard cats knew she was missing yet. If they did, would they come get her? Did they even know where she was? She wondered if Quaxo knew about this yet. She didn't imagine that he would take the news well. He had a way of blaming himself when things went wrong and she had no doubt he would do that for this as well.

"So, you decided to wake up did you?" The voice came from the far corner of the room, and she looked over. The cat stood in the shadows, and it was difficult to make him out. She narrowed her eyes at him but didn't say anything. "It's so kind of you to join us, Vicky."

Victoria's eyes widened as she immediately recognized the voice. No, no it couldn't be. "George? George, how did you get here? What do you want?"

The orange tom laughed and moved towards her, she finally stood up and backed into the wall. "What do I want? I want what I've always wanted. I just want you, and Macavity promises that he will let me keep you. Once he's done with you of course. I'm patient, I can wait."

Victoria glared at him. "What does he want me for?"

The orange tom smirked. "Well, he wants to use you to get to Mistoffelees of course."

Victoria had to concentrate to remember who Mistoffelees was, but after only a few seconds she remembered that Mistoffelees was kind of like Quaxo's other half. They were the same person, but they were different. "Quaxo."

The cat nodded. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I don't care what you call him."

Victoria smirked, glad that Quaxo had at least managed to piss George off, "He really got to you didn't he? That lightning bolt must have messed you up."

George snarled, "It doesn't matter. He'll be dead before long."

Victoria didn't respond to that. She figured it best to change the subject, so she went with the next question she had for him, "How did you get into this?"

He smiled, obviously happy to be recounting the tale. "I was in this group before I ever came to live with you. So when our humans left, the person they paid to come feed us and such was a dimwit, and it was all too easy to slip out the door. I imagine Jacob and Sarah will be wanting a refund."

Victoria rolled her eyes, and he continued, "So I sought out Macavity once more, and I told him about my encounter with dear old Mistoffelees. He was, of course, very fascinated, and asked me to tell him everything I knew about you. Then between the two of us we came up with the plan to take you, in order to lure Mistoffelees, so that Macavity could deal with him."

Victoria almost smirked. This guy didn't know when to shut up. "What does he plan to do?"

George smirked, "I don't care about the details with Mistoffelees. I only care that I get my end of the deal, which is you."

Suddenly Macavity showed up behind George, and Victoria tried to shrink into the wall, but of course it didn't work. Macavity laughed. "And you shall have it George, just as soon as my son makes his appearance."

Victoria narrowed her eyes at the ginger cat. "What if he doesn't come?"

Macavity laughed, "Oh, you had better hope he does, because if he doesn't, then you die."

George snarled, "That wasn't part of the deal! You said – "

Macavity glared at him, "I said that you could have Victoria when Mistoffelees came! If he doesn't, the deal is off, and she is mine. Just like all the others."

He looked her over in a way that made her skin crawl, and she looked away from him. This did not please him, and he stormed over and jerked her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You know, maybe I won't wait to see if he comes."

He turned to George. "Leave us."

George glared at him, "But she's – "

Macavity threw Victoria down in a rush to push George away, "I said, leave us!"

So George did. And Macavity and Victoria were alone.

Quaxo's POV

Quaxo looked around as the truck they had hitched a ride on drove towards London. They were only a few minutes out now, and once they reached there they would jump off and make their way to the palace. That, of course, meant they were quite far away from the Junk Yard.

"What a beautiful day!" His uncle, Bustopher Jones, declared after the truck came to a stop at a red light and the three toms had jumped off, Bustopher perhaps not as gracefully as Alonzo and Quaxo.

Quaxo nodded as a response. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, and the three of them were almost to the palace now. If he were honest with himself, he was excited to be going. Sure, he didn't particularly care to meet the royal cats, but he was interested in seeing the grounds. He had heard that they were really nice. He wished he could have brought Victoria. He expected that she would have enjoyed it. He smiled as he thought of her, and wondered what she was doing right now.

"Quaxo."

The voice had been in his head, which only meant one thing. He stopped walking, causing Alonzo to nearly run into him. "Hey, Quax, you ok – "

Quaxo hushed him. "Coricopat?"

"Thank the Everlasting Cat. We have been trying to reach you."

Quaxo sighed, his gut twisting. Something was wrong. "What happened? Is Victoria alright?"

There was silence for a few seconds. Quaxo felt his heart drop. Finally Coricopat responded, "She was taken by Macavity early this morning."

Quaxo didn't even wait for him to finish. He turned and started running. He had to find a car headed back, if he couldn't it would an extremely long walk back. But he'd do it if he had to.

"Quaxo!" Alonzo was coming after him, "Quaxo, what's happened?"

Quaxo didn't miss a step as he replied, "Macavity took Victoria."

Alonzo stopped dead in his tracks, frozen in shock, but recovered quickly and caught up. "Then let's go get her back."

Munkustrap's POV

"Quaxo has been notified. He is on his way back, but it will take him quite a while to get here. They were already in London." Coricopat said and Munkustrap sighed and nodded.

"Thank you Coricopat."

"Oy! Munkustrap!"

"Finally!" Munkustrap turned to see Mongojerrie and Rumpleteazer coming towards him. Mongojerrie smiled, "Wha' ya know? We found 'is 'ideout! They're in the ol' libra'y 'cross from the park!"

Rumpleteazer nodded, "Yeah! We think they're in the basement!"

Munkustrap nodded. "Thank you, both of you. That's very helpful. That's not far from here. Have you any idea how many cats he's got with him?"

The two looked at each other, but shook their head and Jerry spoke up. "Nah. We couldn' ge' a good look a' 'em."

Munkustrap sighed, "Well we can't get everything. Thank you for your help."

The two nodded and then left to join the rest of the group down below. He looked down at Demeter, who sat quietly on top of the TSE 1. She looked deep in thought, and he knew why. He had had no choice but to ask her about her experience so long ago. She had never told him, and he had never asked, until now. And in some ways he wished he hadn't. She had suffered a great deal, and he hated Macavity for that. But he needed to know what they were walking into. As that thought crossed his mind, he turned to his youngest brother.

"Admetus?" The brown tom looked up at his brother's voice, and came over.

Munkustrap put a hand on his shoulder. "We believe we may know where Macavity is at the moment. Would you come with me to investigate?"

Admetus nodded, "Like you could stop me. When do we go?"

Munkustrap glanced around, "Now, if you can."

A few minutes later the two cats were leaving the junk yard and headed towards the park.

"Munkustrap, what exactly are we looking for?" Admetus asked as they reached the park.

The older brother shrugged as they walked, "I do not know just yet. Hopefully some sign that they actually are there, and how many there are, or a way to get in unnoticed. Anything helpful really, we need more information. We need to make a plan."

Admetus sighed as they sat behind a bench that pointed towards the Library. A new one had been built across town, and this one was still vacant. "So we think Victoria is in there somewhere?"

Munkustrap nodded, "Yes."

Admetus let out a low growl. "I wonder what he's doing to her."

Munkustrap looked at him, and thought of Demeter. "I promise you, you don't want to know."

The brown tom's shoulders went back as he lowered his head. "Why don't we just go get her now?"

Munkustrap shook his head. "Too many things can go wrong. Trust me, I don't want her going through this either, but I can't allow the others to get hurt trying to get her out. That won't accomplish anything." He paused, "We need to get her out, but we need to do it as quickly as possible with as few complications as possible."

Admetus nodded, but Munk could tell he wasn't pleased with the idea. Munkustrap sighed, as there wasn't anything else he could do about it. Munkustrap looked back at the library.

A large orange cat was walking out from the side of the library, and Munkustrap couldn't keep himself, he let out a hiss and Admetus looked at him quickly, and followed his gaze to look at the orange tom. "Munkustrap, what's wrong? Who is that?"

Munkustrap narrowed his eyes as he watched the orange cat walk down the street. "That is George. The cat we saved Victoria from last week. He must be working with Macavity. This is bad."

Admetus glared, and the two toms watched as the cat went down the street. Munkustrap noted that he looked angry about something. That didn't look like a good sign. He sighed, if George was mad about something, chances are it had had something to do with Victoria. "We need to find a way to get in."

Admetus nodded, and the two of the cats quickly crossed the road and took cover in some bushes. Together they scanned the building to see if there was anything that looked remotely like an entrance.

"There!" Munkustrap couldn't help but smile as he saw a busted out window near the ground. It probably went down into the basement. Sure enough, a tough looking Siamese came crawling out of it and moved towards the street. They had found the main entrance. "That's how they get in and out."

Admetus nodded beside him. "Yes, but that's not how we should get in."

Munkustrap looked at him and lifted an eyebrow. Admetus pointed up to the second story of the library. "There is a small window that is open up there. That tree leads right up to it. They are probably keeping a good eye on the main entrance, I doubt they are terribly worried about the second floor."

Munkustrap nodded. "Ah, yes, you are probably right. Sneak attack from the inside, it might just work."

He gave Admetus a pat on the back. "Good job. Let's get back to the junk yard so we can gather a group and make a plan. Maybe Coricopat and Tantomile will have an idea of when Quaxo will return."

It didn't take them too long to get back, and when they did they were greeted by the twins, who looked relatively upset. "We have talked with Quaxo again. There is a bus headed here, but it doesn't leave until later this afternoon. We highly doubt he'll be able to get here before early morning."

Munkustrap sighed. "Well, we can't wait for him. There is no telling what Macavity is doing to the poor girl, and I'm quite sure Quaxo would rather we get her out if we can."

Admetus nodded beside him, "I'll go get the guys, and we can start planning."