Quaxo's Secret Tale
By: Brittglamorra
Part 10

So. I hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter. Wanted to let you know that the back stories of both Tugger and Macavity are coming up very soon…Anyways. On with the story!

Weeks passed without any sign of Macavity and peace was settling over the junkyard finally. Though Quaxo was not foolish enough to believe Macavity would not strike again. He knew something. There was an annual spring dance tomorrow. The Jellicle Spring Equinox Dance. It happened every spring and this would be his first. It was in early spring when Tugger had found the young kit in the rain…Quaxo was nearly a year old. His birthday was in eight short days, and the dance was tomorrow. Quaxo sighed with a happy smile. Even though he knew Macavity would strike things were good. He had been working with Tanto and Cori often again, and he had gone out on a few heists with Jerrie and Teazer and was due for another one tonight. He was eager to go on this heist. He had not only grown closer to Jerrie, whom was in his opinion his best friend, but he had been growing so much closer to Teazer, and he relished in that thought. Even the thought of her made him blush, and smile in a way that made him resemble Tugger when the big tom was drunk.

The day passed quickly and the Protector left the tribe well-guarded in his absence. He met the twins by the gate, a smile gracing his lips when he spotted them. The two bound towards him and leaped onto him. His collar rattled loudly against Teazer's pearls and he giggled. Teazer froze and stared down at him for a moment before she rolled onto her back giggling like mad, her paws thrashing in the air.

"You sounded like me!" She giggled. Jerrie was laughing uncontrollably too, pointing a paw at Quaxo, who scrambled to his paws and narrowed his eyes.

"Hey!" He growled. He leaped at both of them, wrapping his paws around them and narrowing his eyes mischievously. As soon as he touched them all three vanished in a puff of bluish smoke.

They reappeared and Teazer squealed in shock. Jerrie squealed too sounding very much like his sister. Quaxo laughed.

"Now who sounds like Teazer?!" he snorted in laughter. He stood up, realizing his destination had gone a bit wonky. He was in the palace, and the guards were staring at him with wide eyes. Quaxo rolled his eyes and shook out his fur, as if he had meant to come here. He grinned at the identical twins, as they looked around with wide eyes.

"I want you two to meet someone." He purred. Then he narrowed his eyes. "And no stealing anything from here." He growled good-naturedly. Teazer and Jerrie nodded, still looking around in aww. He padded through the long corridor leaving the startled guards behind him, and the twins trotted after him. He looked over his shoulder.

"I bet your family is not this wealthy." He purred. The twins shook their heads, jaws hanging open as they took in each new scene. Quaxo rolled his eyes in amusement and led them up long winding marble stairs. There had to be hundreds of rooms but only a few doors down he turned off into one of the rooms. The room was decorated with vibrant shades of red, gold and purple. There were two large beds that looked like miniature human beds. One said Presto on it and the other Ella, and the beautiful old white Persian was curled up in hers. She looked up at the cats entered, a welcoming smile on her face. Beautiful jewels and decorations covered the room, and a huge portrait of Quaxo and Ella hung over the mantel, while photos of previous cats whom had lived here decorated the top of the mantel. Ella rose, stretching and climbed off her bed. Her beautiful diamond studded collar gleamed in the light, and Teazer blinked at it with wide eyes. Ella yawned then dipped her head to her guests.

"Greetings Presto, who are your friends?" she asked with a purr. Quaxo grinned and rolled his eyes.

"Hi Ella…These are my best friends Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie." He meowed. The twins had halted and were sitting down, observing the royal cat with wide eyes.

"Greetings young ones. I'm Ella." She purred…The twins smiled wide, and with awe…

Quaxo and the twins stayed there for awhile, but not too long, before Quaxo took them to the place they were headed in the first place…Victoria Grove. They slunk into a house as darkness fell, and padded silently into the rooms…Quaxo felt a bit awkward doing heists with them anymore, since he was the Protector now, and this was less than respectable behaviour. He shrugged it off and padded silently into a dark room…But the fur along his spine bristled. There, in a huge basket on the kitchen floor was a Pollicle. A massive but slender brown and black dog with a short stub of a tail, and tall pointed ears, and a long narrow muzzle. It had a red collar around its neck, studded with small sharp metal spikes. It was snoring softly and evenly. Quaxo silently backed out of the room, his eyes huge, and his fur bristling. He accidently bumped into someone and turned to see Rumpleteazer, who was glancing over his shoulder with wide eyes.

"Lets get out of here." She whispered. Quaxo was about to agree when he realized there were no more snores echoing around the house. He looked over his shoulder and saw that it was standing, staring at them with blue eyes that glowed softly in the faint light…It was a truly terrifying sight. And it sent a cold shiver of terror down Quaxo's spine. The Pollicle growled once, low and deep in its throat and Quaxo whirled towards Teazer, but the dog leaped towards them and barked loudly, grabbing at Teazer, as Quaxo leaped aside…Quaxo yowled.

"No! Teazer!" His eyes began glowing furiously green, and his paws sparked with blue light. In a heartbeat his fur was sparkling and sleek and black, no white apart from his face, throat, and tail-tip. His eyes glowed as the dog lunged at her, and he threw himself between the Pollicle's teeth and Teazer. He squeezed his eyes closed as jaws closed on his neck, but he slipped and it gripped his scruff instead. Quaxo felt sharp pain and felt the warmth of his own blood run down his neck…He wondered where the humans were.

"I will always protect you!" Quaxo suddenly yelled at Teazer, who was screaming at him for jumping in the way. He writhed in the dog's jaws and stretched around, digging his claws into its face and pulling. The blue power in his paws shocked the dog, and made the wounds burn. The Pollicle dog yelped and dropped him on the ground. He hit hard, and the wind was knocked out of him.

Quaxo gasped, but leaped to his paws and touched his nose to Teazer's head. She vanished in a flash of blue energy, her wail echoing throughout the house. He noticed Mungojerrie watching with wide eyes. But a heartbeat later the striped calico tom leaped into the fight, launching himself at the dog. It grabbed him before he could lay a claw on it and flung him across the room. Jerrie crashed into a china cabinet full of vases and other glass things and they shattered loudly, and explosion of glass going every which way. Quaxo snarled and flew at the dog, his paws sparking. Bolts of energy flew at the dog, and it began yelping as it was hit repeatedly with hot and painful blue lightning. It snarled in rage, and in its moment of anger and confusion Quaxo leaped at the unconscious Jerrie and touched his fur. Jerrie vanished as well. When the calico striped tom was gone Quaxo faced the Pollicle again. It was staring at him out of narrowed angry eyes but there was something else in them. The dog blinked once then stood straight, stepping out of his defensive stance.

"You are brave kitten." It growled in a strange rumbling voice that sounded gruff and raspy as though he had gargled nails. Quaxo blinked, still, cautious, and still glaring at the dog.

"Not brave. I am aloof, shy and quiet. But I will do anything for those I love." Quaxo growled. The mighty dog whom still dripped blood onto the floor tilted his head to the side, curiosity in the blue depths.

"You have the heart of a Warrior. Most cats I have come across would flee ignoring those behind them, in their time of panic and fear, abandoning their companions. You however took what I had to give from another and acted selflessly. That is commendable. You may leave in peace, and you have my respect. If you need anything just ask. I am your ally." The dog barked softly. Quaxo tipped his head to the side.

"What is your name?" He asked. The dog blinked and looked at his paws.

"My humans called me Killer. But my birth name was Defender." The Pollicle said. Quaxo blinked and dipped his head..

"I am…..umm. Mistoffelees." He meowed quietly. Something broke inside him that day as he spoke those words, and he looked up at the dog, who stood taller.

"I am yours to command Mistoffelees." He barked quietly. Quaxo nodded and he turned away. As he walked passed the stairs he smelled something unpleasant drifting down from the floor above. He paused and looked over his shoulder at the narrow featured dog.

"Where are your humans?" He asked very softly. A deep sadness entered the dogs eyes.

"I am alone now." He barked simply in response. Quaxo nodded once and looked at the floor in front of him. He looked over his shoulder again but the dog was curled up sleeping once more. Quaxo vanished from the spot and reappeared in the junkyard…only to be thrown into utterly insane turmoil…

Cats were buzzing around the yard, cries of grief and fear rang out. Some cats leaped away from Quaxo, fear in their eyes until they realized who it was, and then they swarmed him, sobbing and talking all at once, clinging to his fur…He couldn't understand nor could he make himself heard above the clamor. So instead he blindly pushed his way through the crowd until he emerged in an open space. Jenny was crouched over a still calico tabby form, Teazer sobbing into his chest fur, and Skimble pressed close to her, tears running down his face. Quaxo stumbled a few steps forwards, and the crowd fell dead silent. The small tux tom didn't even notice the blood running down the back of his neck. Jenny was crouched on the ground, and she looked up and Quaxo with huge tear-stained eyes.

"Mungojerrie….Mungojerrie is dead." She whispered. Quaxo's legs gave out beneath him and he collapsed, yowling in unmeasured pain into the still night air.

His anguished and completely broken and heart breaking wail echoed all across London. People lifted their heads, Pollicle's barked nervously…Cats moods fell dark, and somewhere out there in the dark depths of a warehouse, a tall and lean ginger tabby with the scent of whiskey clinging to him snapped awake, his cold blue eyes wide and scheming.

Hey tribe-mates. I know this is way short for a chapter of Q.S.T. but I had to leave you on that cliffie…Don't worry…The next chapter will be longer…ish…Oh…What did I do..?! *sniffles*