Disclaimer: Nope... not mine... but if you give it to me as a birthday gift, I'll love you:zaps back to reality: okay, guess not...
Chapter Summary: Bitter wounds can cut open new ones, even in the purest of life.
Warning/s: Slash, OC characters
Beta: My amazing beta is Roman de la Croix. You are the best! Thanks so much!
Feedback: Please do! It is my inspiration! But do so nicely; constructive criticism is accepted but NO FLAMES please. There's a difference.
Author's Notes: First of all, thanks a lot to those who have read Chapter One and stuck around to read Chapter Two. Next, a warning: this chapter is NOT for Victoria fans. She is going to be quite OC in this story, so Victoria lovers, you have been warned. This is also where the action starts to build up. I hope you guys are still reading and will continue to do so! .
Okay, enough rambling... here goes!

Chapter Two: Bitter Wounds

The warm rays of October sunlight could barely reach the secluded area deep in a forest. Within was a cave, dark and cold. It was here that the Napoleon of Crime sought shelter in those few times that he was not out wreaking havoc on the Jellicle Tribe.

The tall ginger cat sat in his lair, lit only by a few weak rays of sunlight that managed to filter through the thick trees. Macavity's face was knit in a frown as he trailed his paws on the dusty ground.

He was angry. Very angry. Macavity traced designs in the dust with a sharp claw as he bitterly reflected on his defeat at the Jellicle Ball.

He had been so close. He had managed to capture Old Deuteronomy, and he might have been able to succeed in his long-hoped-for plan of conquering the Jellicle Tribe at last, but then... that damn black cat magician came along and stole his victory from his paws.

It was not only that annoying Mr. Mistoffelees that angered Macavity. It was also that cat's closest companion, the Rum Tum Tugger. He had encouraged the tux to use his magic to save Old Deuteronomy. Using his magic was something that the tux rarely did on his own, much less in front of the whole Jellicle Tribe. But then Tugger encouraged him to use his powers. That was not at all pleasing to the Hidden Paw. (1)

"I will have my revenge," he whispered to himself in the empty darkness, his voice echoing against the walls of the cave. "And it will be long and sweet." This ardent desire sent his conniving mind into thinking, and it was not long until he had thought of a ploy to carry out his revenge.

I can capture that Rum Tum Tugger, and use him as bait, Macavity mused. After all, it is this cat that Mistoffelees cares for above everyone else. I can also use my powers to weaken the magician, so when he comes to rescue his companion, he will be weak, physically and emotionally. Yes... he hissed, as he traced the two toms' names into the dust, then destroyed it with a single swipe of his claws. But, how to plant all this in without rousing any early-on suspicion in the Jellicle Tribe?The last thing he wanted was for this plan to be foiled.

"Victoria!" he called out.

A pure white cat stepped quietly towards him. "Yes?" she asked, in a smooth, soft voice. Macavity smiled as he observed her.

This was one of Macavity's newer workers. She had been working for him for about a month now. She started working for him when she stumbled on his lair while haunting. For damage control, he forced her to promise to work for him. (2) Victoria had been reluctant at first, but he had convinced her to see that what she was doing is right. Now she was his "double agent".

"Victoria, we have work to do." Macavity said, as Victoria bowed, then sat next to him. "I must have my revenge against that conjurer who stole my victory during the Jellicle Ball."

"Mistoffelees." She nodded, knowing quite well. She was good "friends" with the cat, knowing that his magic might be useful in her real master's plans. This was a situation where that came in.

"Yes, him. Now, here is the plan..." Macavity whispered into the kitten's ear.

Victoria listened carefully to her master's plan. To use his very best friend as bait, she thought. Very nice. Yet something confused her.

"Sir," she said, addressing Macavity with a bow of her furry head. "I do not understand why you are bothering to weaken Mistoffelees emotionally with the kidnapping of his companion, if an attack would work just as well."

Macavity smiled as he heard Victoria's inquiry. His reason was quite clear. "Well, Victoria," he said, and his voice was laced with pure evil. "Killing Mistoffelees is not enough. I have to do it in a way that will hurt him in the deepest way possible."

"Why is that, sir?"

Macavity's dark eyes gleamed as he ran a paw through the white cat's fur, and laid it to rest on her chest. His smile deepened as he felt the firm beating of her heart.

"Ah, Victoria, you must learn... a cunning warrior attacks not the mind, not the body, but the heart."

Fin.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Yeah! Okay, the plot thickens very much! Ooh... the two lovers are in for trouble now! And hey, I'm sorry if I made Vicky like that. I really do not like her. And anyway, the more innocent someone is, the more secrets that person hides. Sorry again, I just don't like her. Btw, you do know where I got that last line, ne? I really like it, I think it fits Maccy quite well.

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Footnotes:
(1) Misto does not use his powers all that much in the video before Magical Mr. Mistoffelees, so it shows that it was Tugger who gave him the confidence to try his magic! Hehehe...
(2) Victoria saw & discovered the location of his lair, he might be in big trouble...what choice did he have left? If he killed her, suspicion will grow (Victoria's the only pure white cat in the tribe, her disappearance would be obvious) and doh, who would be the first suspect?