Chapter 1-Demeter Alone

She was scared. More scared than she had ever been in her entire life. What had happened? Just a week ago she had been in the Junkyard, safe, laughing, smiling.

Not like here. Not like now.

Here there was only tears. Tears and blood. Blood and pain.

Macavity. That was what had happened. Macavity had come, and her entire life was turned upside down.

She would never be safe. Never again. Not after this. Not after what she had done...what he had done...what had happened.

He had mocked her. Teased her when she was on the ground, sobbing in pain, begging for mercy, begging that he just stop. He had told her she was just a kitten, weak, foolish enough to be with him, foolish enough to go too far, to get lost, to follow him.

Macavity. The Napoleon of Crime. How could she have not known it was him? They had grown up together. They had been best friends. She had been closer to him than she was to Bombalurina, for Heaviside's sake!

Had she done this to him? The night he was thrown out of the Junkyard, when he was exiled for the murder of Gus' mate, the night she didn't talk to him-was he bitter? Is that why he had been stalking her?

Oh yes, he took great pleasure in telling her that he had been following her, watching her, waiting for a chance to lead her away, to take her here. That he wanted her, regardless of whatever she said.

In the end, she wasn't ashamed any more. She wasn't crying any more.

She was angry.

She had lashed out. She had dared to hurt him, dared to try and fight back.

That's when he got mad. When he decided to lash out, use his claws. She had taken her chances and ran. She had blundered around harsh, metal corridors for what seemed like days. Finally she found an exit, stumbled into the light, the sun. Then there was more running. Running, when everything was just a blur.

Finally, she settled here. Exhausted, worn out, bleeding, sobbing, in some back alley she didn't know, that was nowhere near the 'yard. She knew he would find her. He would always find her, wherever she was. There was no hiding from Macavity.

She lay there for hours, just waiting for him to arrive. Eventually, the sun went down, and she was left alone, lost in the dark.

As if in a trance, she ran on. On and on and on. She didn't know where she was going, just away.

It was two days before she was found.

Munkustrap found her lying in the street outside his human's house, passed out. He gathered her small, frail body in his strong arms and carried her back to the Junkyard, to warmth and safety. Home.

But it wasn't her home any more. Nowhere felt like home. Not while he was still alive. Not while he was still looking for her.

It took two weeks before she spoke to anyone, and one more before she dared to smile.

That was when she found out she was pregnant. Pregnant with his kit.

At first, she was appalled. She wanted to get rid of it, to get rid of the only bit of him left in her body.

It took a lot of persuading to get her to keep it, and, in time, the kit was born. A small red, black and white queen, called Jemima.

The newborn was beautiful. With one glance, she loved her new baby. Even if it was his kitten. Even if she reminded her of Macavity.

Demeter could never forget. But she could look forwards. This new kitten was her hope, her new life, her future.

And she wasn't scared of Macavity any more.

Disclaimer-I don't own Cats.

Authors note-Just a little oneshot to clear the writer's block. Tell me what you think!