It's a new fic... another sad story about Jemima. But I think in this, the story will be more focused on Jemima and Demeter. By the way, Misto will play an important role in here! :) But I can't say it for sure. You know, it can always be changed...

Before reading: Demeter fell in love with the hidden paw when her daughter Jemima was little. She left her former mate, Munkustrap to be with Macavity. On her way, she brings her daughter with her. But one night, when Munkustrap visits her everything goes horribly wrong... to everyone.

Don't you ever forgive me, my little girl

Chapter one

The Sin

"Why are you here?" a young female voice was heard through the slightly opened door. The queen's voice was filled with anger and anxiety. "Macavity will soon find you. Go back... before he decides to kill you."

"I can't go back without seeing her, Demeter." a tom's soft voice answered quietly. "please... I'll just go and see her face. Just give me ten minutes."

"You can't see her. I won't let you." she snarled. "She's not even your daughter anymore, Munkustrap." the queen snapped at him and turned her head away.

"Demeter..."

"NO!"

"You can't take her away from me!" he suddenly yelled. Then his voice softened a little when the queen turned around to face him. "I'm leaving here tonight... for ever. I won't be bothering you again."

Demeter stared at her former mate with eyes filled with hostility. But her pupils were slightly shaking as she locked her gaze with his.

"Please... I just can't live without Jemima." he whispered. "she's my daughter."

"I said no."

"Demeter!"

"LEAVE!" she screamed. She suddenly felt tears in her eyes as she stared into Munkustrap's shocked face. "go... and don't come back."

He gave no answer.

"I said leave!" just as she raised her paw to push him away, but he grabbed her arm firmly. She tried to pull out her wrist but he didn't let go.

"Please." his voice was soft and filled with sorrow.

"I can't leave without saying her goodbye..." She saw drops of tears glistening in his blue eyes. Her heart beat painfully in her ribs as she was sucked into the dreadful silence. His grip on her wrist went limp and he dropped his arm. He sighed as he turned away from her.

"Where is she?"

"In her room... upstairs."

"Can I go?"

She was silent for a moment before giving a single nod. She bit her lips and stared down at the floor as Munkustrap headed upstairs. She numbly stared at his back as he went up the stairs without making noise. He soon disappeared.

She flinched when the door burst opened with a loud bang. And there was Macavity, standing at the doorway with a bottle of alcohol in his paw. He reeked of alcohol as he stumped into the room with heavy footsteps. Demeter shrank against the wall as he walked over to her. She felt her shoulders shaking as he grabbed her upper arm fiercely. His claws dug deep into her flesh and she let out a whimper.

"What is going on here?" Macavith growled. His voice was filled with malice as his breath touched her face.

"Nothing!" she winced as blood droplets fell to the ground from her arm. "M-Mac, you're hurting me!"

Macavity raised a paw. Just before he slapped her over the face someone grabbed his arm from behind and pulled him away from Demeter. He whirled around, snarling. He wrestled his arm away and faced Munkustrap, who was standing right behind him with cold expressions in his face. Macavity's golden eyes widened as he realized who had stopped him.

"M...Munkustrap." Demeter whimpered. "why...?"

"You dirty son of a bitch." Munkustrap growled. "don't you dare lay a finger on her..."

"Why are you doing here?" Macavity asked slowly. "in my house?" But his eyes glowed with pure hatred as he looked at the silver tom. He threw the bottle aside and it smashed against the wall with a crash. Bits of sharp glass flew around as Demeter let out a scream.

"None of you business. I'll leave now... I don't want troubles, Macavity." Munkustrap said. He sent a worried glance towards her as he backed away slowly. She tried to avoid his gaze but failed. It was obvious that he didn't have the chance to meet Jemima. It was too late. She knew her former mate decided to leave because if he stayed in here more longer then the hidden paw will only hurt her even more.

"Not so fast." Macavity said. "you can't leave without saying Jemima goodbye..." he walked up close to him. Munkustrap slowly backed away to the door.

"What are you talking about?" he let out a low growl.

"Just like I said... you can't just go away." Macavity chuckled evilly.

The chuckle made Demeter's blood turn into ice. She let out a soft gasp as she noticed his henchcats already standing in the doorway, blocking the exit. But it seemed Munkustrap didn't notice them at all because of Macavity.

No...

One of Macavity's henchcats grabbed Munkustrap from behind. Munkustrap automatically stroke across his face with his elbow. The henchcat stumbled away with blood leaking from his nose. But others began to attack the silver tabby even before he realized what was happening. Demeter blocked her mouth with both of her paws to stop screaming. Her eyes watered as she watched the cruel fight. She didn't love Munkustrap anymore. Her only love was Macavity. Then why her heart was beating so painfully?

Munkustrap sank to the floor with a groan when a foot connected to his side. He managed to overpower some of them but they were too many. The henchcats parted aside as Macavith walked over to him with a cruel smile on his thin lips. He was drunk, but he was wide awake, just like he did when he watched a fight. The ginger tom roughly pulled him from the ground, grabbing onto his shirt.

"I told you to stay away from them... didn't I, Munkustrap?" he whispered into his ear. "but I think you shouldn't be taught by words..." his gaze flickered to one side and he let go of Munkustrap. He send a small nod towards Demeter, who was cornered in the far side of the room. She froze when she realized what the hidden paw was wanting. He wanted blood, and murder. His golden eyes was already wild with hunger of warm blood, pumping out from the victim's body.

I can't.

Yes, you can. I love you, Demeter. And I know you love me back.

Macavity...

Just do it. I know you can do it, my love...

Demeter closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks. A brown tabby grabbed Munkustrap and Macavity kicked him hard across his chest. But the silver tom soon pulled himself out from his grip, planting a strong punch at the ginger tom's face. Macavity staggered backwards as he breathed out. The fight continued. Drops of blood fell to the floor and muffled groan was heard as she squeezed her green eyes shut.

Hurry, you bitch! Just do it!

Macavity's urgent voice growled in her ear as she shakily reached out a paw and grabbed the thing on the mantelpiece. It was a knife with a sharp blade. She grabbed the thing tightly in her paw, approaching to the fighting toms. Her lover's voice was ringing inside her head, murmuring words of encouragement. She was shaking with fright. And anticipation. When his soft voice crept into her, it wasn't her normal self. Macavity was not the only cat in this room who was hungry for blood and murder...

You can do it, Demeter. My beautiful queen... his gentle voice sang.

I know I can. She answered back, smiling towards him.

Just as Munkustrap's gaze met hers, she hurled the knife to him.

The blade buried deep into his flesh at his side with a sickening sound. The silver tabby gasped in pain and grabbed his side where warm blood began to flow. His knees gave way beneath him as he slowly sank to the ground, clutching the knife with both of his paws. His pain-filled groan didn't reach Demeter's ears as she looked at him through cold gaze.

Macavity didn't miss his chance. He pulled out the blade roughly from the tabby's side as he gasped for breath. Then he stabbed Munkustrap with all his might. Blood gushed out from the deep wounds on his chest and stomach as he collapsed to the ground. He let out a wheezy cough and blood trickled out from his mouth, running down his cheek as he writhed in agony.

The silver tabby looked at Demeter. She was standing beside Macavity, holding his paw in hers. Her green eyes had no emotions as she stared at him coldly.

"Demeter," he gasped out. "you..."

But he couldn't finish his words. He struggled to breath in but unimaginable pain stabbed his body. His blue eyes clouded with pain as his limbs jerked once more in his own pool of blood, before becoming completely still. His eyes finally closed and last breath left his body.

The room was quiet, nobody dared to say anything as they stared at the dead form in front of them. It was no other than the golden queen who broke the deafening silence. She reached out a paw to stroke the ginger tom's face. She kissed him softly, becoming more passionate. Macavity ran his paws down her side and kissed her back.

"I love you, Mac." she whispered.

"I love you too, Deme." he answered back before laughing softly. Then he glared at his henchcats, who was standing around the room without knowing what to do.

"What are you starin' at?" he yelled. "get this... dead son of a bitch outta here." he growled with contempt before heading to his bedroom with Demeter at his side.

She didn't even look back as she went up the stairs with the ginger tom. Her big greens eyes said nothing in it as she walked past the dead body. Her light footsteps filled the air as the raw scent of blood filled the house.

Jemima screamed into the darkened room. But no noise was heard as she sank to the floor, her paws covering her mouth in desperate attempt to block noise. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut. A rough sob invaded her body and soon others followed. Her small body shook as she sobbed hard, pressing herself to the wall. All she could hear was her own sobbing noise in her room.

She had seen everything, through the slightly opened door of her room. Her mother's scream and noise of breaking glass woke her up from sleep. She saw Macavity threatening her mother. She saw her father stopping him. She saw everything, shivering in fright behind the door.

Her mother murdered her father.

But... why?

She tried to stop thinking. The more she remembered her mother, holding the blade in her paw, her sobs became louder. She reached out her shaking paw and closed the door quietly. She heard her mother's soft footsteps coming up the stairs. She knew Macavity was with her. They went past in front of her room, without knowing their terrible crime was seen by the little kitten.

Another drop of tear fell to the floor as her father's dead form appeared in her blue eyes. She shook her head frantically as if she was trying to erase the terrible memory, but last images of him carved themselves deeply in her mind as she let out a small wail of sorrow. She fell to her knees and let the tears fall to the floor.

"Daddy..." she quietly called out through the darkness. But no answer came through the total blackness as she wept.

The room was deadly quiet when a little kitten entered. The heavy door opened with a creek but everyone in the house was fast asleep at that moment. The little kitten was holding a small candlelight in her small paw. She tiptoed through the room and glanced around with teary eyes. The yellow light cast a long shadow behind her as she walked farther into the room.

His body was not there. Only dark trail of blood was left behind. She numbly stared at the vivid blood trace across the floor. Her paled face was glinting with tiny drops of tears.

"Daddy..." she whispered. "where are you?"

Then she saw the small thing beside the fireplace as she turned around. Her blue eyes widened as she remembered what the thing was. It was her father's handkerchief, which he carried around always. But the white piece of cloth was now smeared with blood. His blood.

She ran to the fireplace and picked up the bloodstained handkerchief. She silently looked into the beautiful embroidery. She remembered her mother, sitting by the fireplace, embroidering the piece of white cloth. She had smiled towards Jemima when she asked what is it. Demeter had answered it would be a gift to her father. And... she had promised to her to teach her special skill, when she grew older.

But now, her beautiful, gentle and kind mother was gone. The queen named Demeter who stood next to the ginger tom was not her mother. She was just another cruel person to this world. Her smiles were fake when she made a smile towards her daughter.

She clutched the handkerchief and held it close.

"Daddy..." she sobbed, pressing the bloodstained cloth hard against her chest. "I'm here. Jemima's here, daddy..."

"You came here to see me..." she whispered. "I know you came to see me, daddy... then why aren't you answering me? I'm here..." tears falling from her eyes made blood stains in the cloth go blurry. "Daddy... daddy..." she kept calling him through the quiet room, even though she knew nobody could answer to her calls... forever.

"I... I remember... when we... were at the park." she sobbed. "I fell down... and... and I got my knee scraped. Mommy raised me up from the ground... you wiped away my tears... with your handkerchief."

"You told me not to cry... you told me I'm strong enough..." her body shook as her sobs continued. "but... I'm not strong enough, daddy. I understand it now."

She was ashamed. She wanted to be a strong daughter, just like her father had wanted. But she was weak. So weak... she wasn't even able to protect herself.

"I'll be stronger, daddy."

No answer came, but she continued.

"I won't forget... forever."

The candlelight went out. Nothing was visible through the total darkness as she raised her head. She pulled herself from the ground, still the bloodstained piece of cloth in her small paw. She turned around to leave but then, the door began to open with a loud noise. She heard male voice as she frantically looked around. The room was so dark, she couldn't see anything. She let out a small whimper as the door finally opened and the henchcats of Macavity entered the room.

Gilbert looked around the room. He was holding a small torch. He thought he had heard a small noise coming from this room. And now he was here along with other henchcats. The large toms stomped through the room, looking around.

"I was sure I heard someone..." he growled.

But there was nobody in the room.

Well, how did you like it? You have to understand that I'm also soooo sad for killing Munkus, who is one of my favorite character! ㅠㅠ

Reviews are greatly appreciated! Have a nice day^^