Macavity followed the gold queen out of the Junkyard. He had to admit that the magic had a very lasting effect on her. She seemed… happier. Simpler. Less worried of her surroundings. It made him feel better about casting spells around the Junkyard, even if it wasn't exactly moral to do so to innocent cats. He didn't follow morals very often anyway. The ginger tom smirked, as he dashed behind streets, buildings, and parked vehicles just to watch her walk down the street.

Ah, stalking. Good times.

He looked at the gold queen and her lovely, absentminded features, such as her gleaming smile, curious eyes, and swaying pace. Humans didn't mind her as she walked on the side of the street, away from their fast-walking feet. She was far too frantic for her own good, so this was definitely an upside. The ginger tom blinked as he watched her at an unreasonable time of day that he wouldn't have done very often. But heck, if it helped him sleep at night to see that the gold queen was in a better mood, he'd do it.

"Come on, Deme…" he mumbled under his breath as he began levitating in the shadows to watch her., "…just run along back to your little tribe and live your little perfect life…"

Macavity knew he had to watch her and silently protect her. Everyone at the Junkyard was spell-induced. Who else was going to take care of a pregnant queen that wandered off into London in the middle of the day? Even if it was killing him to see her so happy at the Junkyard, he had to go through with it because he cared about her. He suddenly frowned. I care about her way too much… he thought to himself.

The gold queen had lazily walked across the street into a familiar park. He followed her in there to see where she went, but it wasn't much really. She rubbed against the grass and rolled around in it with a smile on her face. She looked completely unaware of anything. Macavity was still interpreting if this was a good or bad thing. He sighed, deciding to wait and see what would happen.

After that, he grew extremely bored. It wasn't that he didn't like watching her. It became a little… hobby of his, really. The Hidden Paw chuckled to himself, thinking that the statement was a bit Ironic in his head. Soon after, the gold queen was heading back, and at this time, Macavity was aching to get a closer look at her, or at least say something to her. But she looked so happy and content. There had to be something else he could do without frightening her.

She was close to the street, and the ginger tom timidly followed her. He really couldn't take it anymore, and since no other ideas popped into his head, he decided very quickly that he needed to reveal himself. Macavity crawled out on an empty sidewalk, and watched the wobbly queen striding close to the curb. He sighed heavily. "Deme…" he spoke.

The gold queen quietly turned around at the sound of the voice. At first, she had the same content, languid look that she had on her face all day, but as soon as she realized who was talking to her, the gold queen's face stretched in fear. She slowly backed away. Macavity gave thanks that the street was completely empty. "Please don't run." He asked. "I'm trying to help you."

"No…" she mumbled.

He sighed and walked a step closer to her, though she took a step back the moment that he moved. "Demeter. Please, listen." He asked.

"No! You stay away from me." She said.

"You're not thinking clearly." He stepped closer to her.

"What do you want from me?" She stepped onto the road, only feet away from him. Macavity reckoned that he could easily make off with her at any moment, and thus run himself out of his little dry spell, but what use would that be when the Junkyard was loopy itself anyway? Nothing would be interesting at all.

"There are a lot of things I want from you." He purred calmly, though he knew the sentence didn't come out as innocently as he intended. "But one thing I want is to keep you safe."

Demeter stared at him for a moment, looking almost convinced by the answer, as if she wanted to trust him, but her features quickly darkened as she backed away, deeper into the street. "I don't believe you, go away."

Macavity eyed the road. "Deme-"

"Leave me alone!"

"Demeter, please-"

"Mac, leave me alone-" she walked off into the middle of the road.

The ginger tom's eyes widened, "DEMETER, STOP!"

But she didn't even move gaze until it was too late. Suddenly, all time stopped as a fast-moving vehicle came out and hit her unsuspecting body. Macavity's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, as his thoughts, feelings, and uncertainties were halted. To his horror, he saw the queen under the edge of the tire. Her blood covered the road.

A scent of death lingered through the air.

Macavity shivered, staring at the scene blankly. As human gathered around the accident, the ginger tom quickly disappeared into the shadows…

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