A new chapter, yay! Oh, and for those of you questioning Macavity's behavior, (There were a number of you, so I decided to address all at once) I saw it as he was, and still is, just getting used to the idea of being a father. He's never really had someone that he has to look after, and he's still trying to learn how he's supposed to act. But worry not! He will learn soon! He still kinda stuck in his old ways though, cause I guess it's kinda hard to go from being to Napoleon of Crime to being a daddy. :P

Bombalurina sat in her old den, crying her eyes out. Both Graci and Macavity were gone now. Malaro and Fenera were all that she had left, and even they were currently under the care of Jennyanydots. Munkustrap had run off to fetch Demeter, and Bomba was left on her own. She didn't want to talk to her sister! She didn't want to talk to anyone! Her despair consumed her…

Zazor smiled to himself. That annoying little kitten may have ruined his plans, but he had figured out how to work it to his advantage. He strolled into Graci's cell, a smile plastered on his face. Graci saw the black and red Tom, and growled, backing herself into a corner. "You seem happy. How many lives have you ruined today?"

Zazor smirked, "The question is not how many lives I've ruined, it's how many lives YOU'VE ruined!"

"What…What do you mean?" Graci asked, confused.

"I mean that your screw up has led to Macavity being in the hands of the Jellicles!" He laughed, "They think that he kidnapped you, and while they hold him captive, I go free. Apparently, I don't exist!"

Graci's eyes widened, "WHAT?!"

Zazor laughed again, "Now you are reaping your reward for disobeying me!"

Graci shook her head, sliding down the wall she had pressed herself against. "No…You…You're lying!"

"Am I, now?" Zazor's laugh was growing louder, and more menacing by the minute.

Graci hissed in response, pretending to be much braver than she felt. "If you keep laughing like that, I'll…"

She took a swipe at him, but he caught her wrist and held it above her head, nearly pulling her arm out of its socket. "Kill me? I wouldn't try that if I were you."

Graci bit her lip, and Zazor sneered, "Let's go see your family, shall we?"

Macavity, once the terror of the entire Jellicle clan, now hung from strong chains that bound him to two wooden poles. His eyes were wild with anger and a secret fear. He wanted to wring Zazor's filthy neck. He had trusted him as his most loyal Henchcat, but Zazor had become selfish and abused his power. Macavity had taken Zazor n had taken care of him, and this was how he showed his thanks?! By kidnapping his children and his mate?! As though this wasn't bad enough, Zazor was now in the process of torturing and quite possibly raping Graci! His own brother…He would have never believed it.

Suddenly, there was a flash of white light, and a piteous scream. Zazor had appeared in front of him, with Graci's limp figure held in his outstretched paw. "Hello, Maccy!" He sneered, tussling Macavity's fur.

"YOU!" Macavity aimed a kick at Zazor, but he dodged it with ease.

"Temper, dear brother! You wouldn't want her to get hurt, would you?" Zazor crooned, stroking the kitten's soft fur.

She whimpered and struggled. Macavity growled, but he stayed still. "Much better!" Zazor laughed.

He pulled Graci closer to himself, and stroked her neck gently. "You have quite a lovely daughter here." He murmured, nuzzling into her neck.

Macavity snarled, "What did you do to her, you basterd!?"

"Nothing that you wouldn't have done."

Macavity's eyes flashed in anger. He could tell, even without asking, what he must have done to her. Graci's fur was matted from constant kisses, and there were scratches all over her neck and arms.

Graci shuddered as Zazor ran his claws through her fur. She looked tearfully at her father and made a great effort to pull away from Zazor's grip. Zazor only laughed and held her tighter. "Now, dearest brother, you have a choice to make. Would you like your precious daughter back? Or would you like to keep your title as the most feared and most respected Tom?"

Graci hissed at Zazor and then turned to Macavity. "I'll be fine, it's okay…" She whispered.

Macavity narrowed his eyes at Zazor, "And what happens to Graci if I should choose to keep my title?" He snarled, determined to find out what Zazor would want with his daughter.

Zazor grinned and wrapped his paws around the kitten's chest, "Let's just say that she'll be a wonderful treat for me!"

Macavity looked into Graci's fear-filled eyes and his normally stone cold heart melted. "Take the title, Zazor. Just let my daughter go."

Zazor laughed a mirthless laugh. "I'm glad you're seeing things my way, Maccy!" He chuckled, "Now, since you've been so cooperative, I'll help you out a bit."

He took a single claw, and carved elegantly into one of the poles:

Zazor

"Now that they now I exist, I really should get going."

Macavity noticed that Graci was still clutched in Zazor's arms. "What about Graci?!" He cried.

Zazor turned back to his brother, and grinned. "Don't worry, Mac! She'll be safe with me." He laughed, and held Graci closer to him.

Graci cried and struggled as Zazor jumped upward, and disappeared into the night.

"BASTERD!!!" Macavity cried out into the empty night.

He slumped down on the poles, looking blankly at the ground. Then he noticed that in the wooden pole that Zazor had carved his name in, he had also carved:

The REAL Napoleon of Crime!