Ok, I'm not sure what to call it, but, ya, they sing in this chapter! For the full experience, go buy the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack! I'm not gonna put this as crossover, because I'm only gonna use one song, and that's really all they have in common. Anyway, enjoy, and REVIEW! I will find you and hurt you if you read and don't review! KK, thankys! :D
One year later…
Bombalurina led her three kittens towards the Junkyard clearing. This was going to be their very first Jellicle Ball to attend. They reached the clearing in no time, and Bomba leapt onto the roof of the car that stood near the giant tire. "When will Aunt Demeter be here, Momma?" Malaro asked, tugging at the edge of Bomba's fur.
Bomba glanced down at her only son, and laughed. "Soon, Mal! You can survive without her for two minutes, can't you?"
Malaro sighed. "Fine. Graci, do you wanna play?" He gazed hopefully at his pitch black sister, Gracietta.
Besides being very attached to Demeter, Malaro was also quite fond of his youngest sister. On the other paw, he and Fenara, the little red princess that resembled Bomba so much, argued almost all of the time.
Graci giggled. "Sure!" She punched Malaro on the shoulder, and scampered off, a winning grin plastered on her face, "You're it!"
Bomba turned to her middle child as Malaro chased after Graci. "Why don't you play with your brother and sister?"
Fenara sniffed haughtily. "I don't want to get all dirty before the Ball!"
"We live in a Junkyard, honey." Bomba sighed. "Filth is rather inevitable."
Bomba still worried about her kittens, even though they were nearly a year old. Graci had mostly grown out of her independence, except for a mystic spell here and there, but Fenara had now plunged into a neat streak, wanting everything around her to be clean constantly, including herself. "Just like me…" Bomba thought.
She glanced at the rising Jellicle moon, praying silently that Macavity would stay away.
It was the middle of the Jellicle Ball when Gracietta felt it. The presence that had haunted her since birth. It was the presence of evil, the presence of something that was creepily familiar to her. It felt like something close by was calling to her. With a quick glance around, she slipped silently away from the clearing.
Bomba was still relaxing on the car hood, watching the dancing when she saw Malaro come running towards her. "Momma!"
Bomba watched, anxious and scared as Malaro pushed his way through the tangle of arms and legs in the dance. He was almost stepped on several times, but managed to make his way to the car hood. "Momma, Graci went away! She was with me in the old oven, and she just went away! She said something about hearing voices…"
Bomba's heart nearly stopped with fear. "No…No…"
Gracietta padded softly towards the edge of the Junkyard. It was the only place she could find solitude, because her mother seemed bent on accompanying her everywhere she went. She sat silently on a trash pile, bathed in moonlight. The presence of evil was very strong now, and it compelled her to begin singing.
"In sleep he sang to me…
In dreams he came…
That voice which calls to me
And do I dream again?
For now I find…
Macavity the mystery cat is there
Inside my mind…"
Graci saw the gingery Tom step into the moonlight, his eyes a cool shade of black. She knew that he had been watching, and it was no surprise to her when he began to sing.
"Sing once again with me!
For we have met.
My power over you
Grows stronger yet!
And though you turn from me
To glance behind.
Macavity the mystery cat is here
Inside your mind."
Graci was enchanted by his voice, a mixture of natural singing talent, and hypnotic spell. He beckoned to her, and she followed his crooked claw. His mouth crept into a smile as she drew closer and sang with him.
"Your spirit and my voice…
In one combined!
Macavity the mystery cat is there!
Inside my/your mind…"
Their paw touched. "You knew." Macavity murmured. It was a statement, not a question.
Graci nodded quietly. "Somehow, I've always known that you were my father…You're a part of me…I just…knew…"
The Hidden Paw smiled. "You've inherited one thing, at least…You're very bright for your age." He looked away, towards the No Man's land, where a small area of pink was beginning to appear at the horizon. "I should go."
Just then, Bombalurina burst out from behind a pile of trash, and skidded to a halt at the sight before her eyes. "No, Graci! Don't!"
The black kitten stared curiously at her mother, "Why should I fear my own father, Momma?"
The Red Queen stared at Graci, dumbstruck. Macavity chuckled. "It seems that you just can't keep a secret, Bomba…She's known all along…"
Bomba turned to face the Hidden Paw, her eyes filled with loathing. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to get you back" He said simply. He put his paws softly on Graci's shoulders. "I'm going to take someone little female home with me, and you get the lucky chance of deciding who gets to go. You, or my little prodigy?"
Bomba looked up at Macavity. He didn't look angry, and he certainly wasn't acting that way. The glimmer in his eyes almost looked like…desperation… "Let her go."
Macavity grinned widely, and wrapped his right arm around Bomba, pushing Graci away. "Then let's get out of here."
"What about me?" Graci asked curiously.
"Most of the Jellicles, if not all of them, hate me, princess." Macavity chuckled. "This was the first and last time that you're going to see me. You'd better run off before someone catches you."
Graci looked up at Bomba, who tried to give a brave smile. "Go on, dear…Go find Aunt Demeter, ok? Get your brother and sister…Stay safe…" She laid a soft kiss on her daughter's forehead.
Graci nodded, ad scampered quickly off. Bomba watched her go. It took every ounce of her being to keep a straight face, to not burst into tears. Macavity looked at her, and gave a small smirk. "Having second thoughts? I can still catch that kitten…"
Bomba shook her head quickly. "No…Let's go…"