A/N: And I'm back with the penultimate chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own CATS.

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As soon as Macavity was gone, Demeter rushed up to Munkustrap and he held her close; Cornelia felt ill. Jemima reunited with Pouncival and immediately began inspecting a cut on Pounce's arm.

Mistoffelees told a very concerned Grizabella that he would carry Victoria back to the junkyard. Before he lifted Victoria into his arms, he turned to Cornelia. "How did you get here so fast?" he asked.

"I think that Coricopat and Tantomile used a spell or something that transported us most of the way," Cornelia said, remembering that feeling of flight. "It was weird."

Mistoffelees laughed. Cornelia hurried to walk between her parents. As they walked, something began to bother Cornelia. She turned to the Tugger. "Dad," she said. "I'm going to walk a little behind you and Mum, okay?"

"Of course, Corny," Rum Tum grinned. Cornelia knew that he knew that she hated that nickname.

Cornelia slowed up and let Mistoffelees catch up. When he did, Cornelia couldn't help but notice that his white chest was stained with blood. He didn't seem to mind. Victoria was fast asleep in his arms.

"Hey, Misto," Cornelia said. "What was it that Macavity thought before he disappeared?" Cornelia already knew that Misto was telepathic.

"He said...." Mistoffelees didn't seem to be able to bring himself to say it, but he tried again. "He said that he would get revenge. He said that when I become very happy, he will take that happiness away."

"What the heck does that mean?" Cornelia wondered out loud.

"I don't know," Misto said sadly. Suddenly, he said, "Cornelia, you seem older than just a year. Why is that?"

"CRAP!" Cornelia hissed. She had been found out.

"What?" Mistoffelees seemed to be confused.

Cornelia sighed. "It's because I am older than a year," she explained gruffly. "I was a year old at the last ball, but I was hiding. I was a 'secret love child,' I guess you could say. My parents didn't want anyone to know who serious they were."

"Huh." Mistoffelees's tone told Cornelia that he was trying to take this in. Then he said, "They've sensed us."

Cornelia about to ask who had sensed them, but she then felt as though she was flying again.

At long last, Mistoffelees was home. He had never been happier to be in the junkyard in his life.

Victoria woke up as they entered the junkyard. "Ugh, Misto?" Mistoffelees heard her think. "Are we home yet?"

"Yes," Mistoffelees thought back. "Don't worry. Jennyanydots will tend to you." Victoria just smiled and snuggled closer to him. He felt her bewilderment at having him all to herself. He had the same feeling.

Jennyany dots immediately came up. "Oh, dear," she frowned. "What happened?"

"She cut herself on something," Mistoffelees said.

"Follow me," Jenny instructed. "Quickly!" She led Mistoffelees to her lair. Jellylorum was waiting inside.

"Lay her down over here," said Jelly. When Victoria was settled, Jellylorum inspected Mistoffelees. "Come with me and we'll get that blood off of your chest."

There was blood on his chest? Frankly, Mistoffelees didn't care. He became antsy when he was separated from Victoria and wished to return to her. She's my mate now, he thought joyfully.

After what seemed like forever, Victoria's blood was no longer on Mistoffelees's chest and he rushed to be with Victoria. He sat beside her head while Jennyanydots applied a salve to her arms, belly, and head. When she finished, she smiled at the obvious affection Mistoffelees was showing Victoria.

"I'll leave you alone now," Jennyanydots said, exiting the room.

Victoria looked weakly at Mistoffelees with her beautiful blue eyes. "I love you, Misto," she whispered. "I have all this time, but I was too silly to realize it. I love you. I love you so much."

"You are my life," Mistoffelees said quietly. "If you had died back there, I would have too. Every second you're away from me, I get more and more anxious to close the distance." Gently, he stroked her white face. She smiled and closed her eyes.

Even with the thick bandages, Mistoffelees thought that Victoria asleep was the most beautiful thing in the world. She was so vulnerable, so snowy white, so pure. She was like an angel.

Victoria rolled onto her side, her back to the wall, and curled her knees up closer to her chest. Smiling, Mistoffelees laid down behind her in the same position. He wrapped one arm around her waist protectively. She was his angel, and he would make sure that no harm ever came to her again.

They would not be parted by Death's cold, firm grip. They loved each other too much.

And there you have it.

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