Chapter Four
I sat pondering Macavity's words. "Wake up Demeter. We're home." We're home, he had said. I smiled. He had brought me into the room I was in now. It was small, but well furnished, with the furs of many fine animals. It smelled of roses, and wild lilies. Macavity had left shortly after he had brought me here, explaining that he was to inform his workers that I was here, and that I was to be treated with kindness. I settled back into the softness of one of the furs, and closed my eyes. I guess I was half asleep when I suddenly felt cold. My eyes snapped opened. I looked into the golden eyes of a murder. I don't know how I got that idea, I just knew I was right. He looked almost exactly like Macavity, only he had less muscles, and his eyes were sunk deep into their sockets. I shivered, and backed away.
"Well, well, well, a lovely catch indeed dear brother. A lovely catch indeed.", he flashed me a wicked smile, and grabbed my arm before I could react. He pressed me up against the wall, and moved put his mouth against mine, in a cruel, kiss. He bit my bottom lip, and the crimson blood began to run down my chin. I started to cry, as everything started to get hazy. Suddenly he was pulled away from me, and I heard a loud thud. I sank to the floor, whimpering. I looked up to see Macavity, glaring at the tom with a look of pure hatred and disgust in his eyes.
"Leave her alone Draco, you filthy bastard, leave her the hell alone." The older tom grinned at him, picked himself off the floor, and walked out the door. Macavity was by my side the moment he walked out. "Oh Demmie, Demmie, I'm so sorry. Did he hurt you?" I looked up into his face, and saw the blood leave it. "That god damned . . . .", His voice trailed off. He gingerly touched my bleeding lip with the tip of his claw. He growled.
"Who, who was that?", I whispered. He looked over his shoulder, and hissed,
"My brother, Draco. Stay as far from him as you can. He's become evil, because of his past.", Demeter stared at Macavity for a long moment, then asked,
"What happened to him?", Macavity sighed, and took a deep breath, and began . . .
"Draco and I were the best of friends, as well as brothers. We were always there for each other. Once, me and my mother left for a week, and when we came back, my father told us that Draco had been turned into Pollicle meat. He lied. He had sold my brother to a tom he owed a great deal of cat nip to. That man had a mate. She was sick. She would come into my brothers room at night, and touch him in a way such as no tom should ever know. She began to mate with him, forcing herself on him. If he did not succumb to her lustful way, she would tell her mate horrid lies about him. Her mate would then beat him till his skin lay in tatters, and the blood ran wild, and hot. Between the lies of the queen, the beatings, and the demands of her mate. Between her lustful passions, and her husbands jealousy, he became cold. He began to blame my mother and I for his dark fate. One day he could take no more, and he dragged the hateful queen with him, and then showed her, her mate. He had sliced his belly, and his blood, and intestines lay strewn over the floor. Then he showed the males large intestines down the queens throat, and then preceded to slit her throat. Then he came back home. He's been cold like that ever since.", Demeter gulped, and licked her dry lips.
"Oh my god. That's, that's horrible. Poor Draco.", Macavity glared towards the door again.
"Don't be lost in pity for him. He'll turn on you when you lest expect it." I nodded, but my heart was overflowing with compassion for the ginger fiend. My mistake.
I sat pondering Macavity's words. "Wake up Demeter. We're home." We're home, he had said. I smiled. He had brought me into the room I was in now. It was small, but well furnished, with the furs of many fine animals. It smelled of roses, and wild lilies. Macavity had left shortly after he had brought me here, explaining that he was to inform his workers that I was here, and that I was to be treated with kindness. I settled back into the softness of one of the furs, and closed my eyes. I guess I was half asleep when I suddenly felt cold. My eyes snapped opened. I looked into the golden eyes of a murder. I don't know how I got that idea, I just knew I was right. He looked almost exactly like Macavity, only he had less muscles, and his eyes were sunk deep into their sockets. I shivered, and backed away.
"Well, well, well, a lovely catch indeed dear brother. A lovely catch indeed.", he flashed me a wicked smile, and grabbed my arm before I could react. He pressed me up against the wall, and moved put his mouth against mine, in a cruel, kiss. He bit my bottom lip, and the crimson blood began to run down my chin. I started to cry, as everything started to get hazy. Suddenly he was pulled away from me, and I heard a loud thud. I sank to the floor, whimpering. I looked up to see Macavity, glaring at the tom with a look of pure hatred and disgust in his eyes.
"Leave her alone Draco, you filthy bastard, leave her the hell alone." The older tom grinned at him, picked himself off the floor, and walked out the door. Macavity was by my side the moment he walked out. "Oh Demmie, Demmie, I'm so sorry. Did he hurt you?" I looked up into his face, and saw the blood leave it. "That god damned . . . .", His voice trailed off. He gingerly touched my bleeding lip with the tip of his claw. He growled.
"Who, who was that?", I whispered. He looked over his shoulder, and hissed,
"My brother, Draco. Stay as far from him as you can. He's become evil, because of his past.", Demeter stared at Macavity for a long moment, then asked,
"What happened to him?", Macavity sighed, and took a deep breath, and began . . .
"Draco and I were the best of friends, as well as brothers. We were always there for each other. Once, me and my mother left for a week, and when we came back, my father told us that Draco had been turned into Pollicle meat. He lied. He had sold my brother to a tom he owed a great deal of cat nip to. That man had a mate. She was sick. She would come into my brothers room at night, and touch him in a way such as no tom should ever know. She began to mate with him, forcing herself on him. If he did not succumb to her lustful way, she would tell her mate horrid lies about him. Her mate would then beat him till his skin lay in tatters, and the blood ran wild, and hot. Between the lies of the queen, the beatings, and the demands of her mate. Between her lustful passions, and her husbands jealousy, he became cold. He began to blame my mother and I for his dark fate. One day he could take no more, and he dragged the hateful queen with him, and then showed her, her mate. He had sliced his belly, and his blood, and intestines lay strewn over the floor. Then he showed the males large intestines down the queens throat, and then preceded to slit her throat. Then he came back home. He's been cold like that ever since.", Demeter gulped, and licked her dry lips.
"Oh my god. That's, that's horrible. Poor Draco.", Macavity glared towards the door again.
"Don't be lost in pity for him. He'll turn on you when you lest expect it." I nodded, but my heart was overflowing with compassion for the ginger fiend. My mistake.