Eponine wants to hate Cosette. Before going to talk to her, she thought that it was inevitable; after all, she is going to keep the man that Eponine loves away from her, because Marius is obviously infatuated with the blonde beauty. And when they meet, Cosette is going to love him too, of course. Who wouldn't love such a man?

And it would make everything so much easier. More simple. But Eponine soon realizes that she can't hate Cosette. When she knocks on the door she intends to deliver Marius message and go away quickly, but when Cosette opens the door she seems surprised, but smiles warmly at her and invites her to come in. Not knowing how to decline politely, Eponine does, and looking at the interior of this house, she feels very self-concious. It's not a luxurious house, not at all, but it's much more elegant that the places that she frequents, and even if Cosette doesn't seems to mind about the dirt that stains Eponine clothes and skin, she does, and it makes her feel ashamed, a feeling that she tries to hide keeping her head high and proud.

Cosettes makes tea for the two of them and seems genuinely happy to have her there. She remembers Eponine from their childhood, she says, and this frankly surprises Eponine. Then why is she being so kind? They weren't exactly the best of friends.

Cosette talks to her about trivial things while they drink the tea (and it's one of the best Eponine has ever had, real tea and not the dirty water that they drink at her house) and Eponine realizes how alone Cosette must be. Apparently she has no friends, no one in his life but her father. No, Eponine can't hate this gentle and lonely girl.

"Before, you said you had a message for me" Says Cosette. They are seated side by side in a really confortable green velvet couch, with a small table in front of it, where the teapot and their cups are.

"I have a friend. His name is Marius Pontmerci" Eponine finds difficult to talk. But this is why she came here, right? If she really loves Marius she should do whatever makes him happy. "He's interested in meeting you"

Eponine notes how Cosette looks at the floor and blushes.

"He's a gentleman and his intentions are good, you have nothing to worry about. He just wants to... talk to you" She tries to reassure Cosette, because she has to make her agree to meet Marius. She promissed him she would.

Cosette smiles nerviously and Eponine has to admit that it's adorable. It hurts her because Cosette is all that Eponine isn't and will never be: Delicate, beautiful, with the fairest skin, blue eyes and golden hair. And if that's what Marius loves, that means he could never love Eponine.

"I think I can do that" Says Cosette, shyly. Eponine smiles at her, even if she feels like dying.

Javert is still looking for Valjean, but lately he has a lot of work to do and it's proving difficult to find the time for it. There have been a series of murders in the city, almost a dozen, murders of beggars and whores and other scum that he does not pity at all, but still the murderer is breaking the law and he has to find him. He is investigating every killing but the only thing the victims have in common, apart from being poor, is the deplorable state in which they have found their corpses. All of them where ripped apart, highly mutilated. Javert finds it disconcerting and yes, even interesting, but other police officers prove to be less impervious to the carnage and instead find it was too much too handle. In two weeks, he has had four assistants for this case and all of then had begged their superiors to assign them to other matters after seeing their first body. So when they introduce him to his new assistant that morning, he know he is not going to be around much time. His name is Druot Galteaux. He's young, and looks even younger, more like a boy than a man. Actually he's quite effeminate, with his long legs and slim body, but almost as tall as Javert. The features of his face are soft and almost delicate, with forest green eyes that stand out against his pale skin. He wears an uniform that's slighly too big for him and most of his hair is covered by his hat, but a couple of golden locks scape from it to rest against his forehead. He is smiling politely at him, and Javert just looks at him with a serious, inexpressive gaze.

He thinks this man is weak. They tell him Drout is a police officer recently transfered from the office of Lyon so he can earn some experience in the capital, and hearing that, Javert is certain that Drout won't last long in Paris. He'll be begging to let him go back to his own city soon enough. Until then, however, Javert has to take Drout with him in his patrolling of the city's streets.

"It's an honor having the oportunity to work with a man like you, Monsieur, a truly example for all agents of the law" Drout says, and if his voice wasn't so plain and sincere Javert would suspect that he means something else altogether. Maybe he is trying to win his favor by praising him? Then his efforts are in vain. It does not impress him.

"I am only doing my job. And I expect you to do the same thing, officer Galteaux" He said, starting to walk. After one brief moment of confusion Drout follows him, taking long steps to position himself next to him. Javert walks with determination, looking ahead, while Drout's eyes are everywhere; on the street, the people they pass by and step aside not to cross the feared inspector's way, the sky, his feet, and of course, every few minutes, he stares at Javert, thoughtful.

"Where are we going?"

"I take it you already know about the murders?"

"Of course" Drout says instantly, as he's offended by Javert impliying he has not done his research before taking his new position.

"The most recent one was commited yesterday. We will visit the scene of the crime"

Drout only nods, and they don't talk again until they arrive there. Javert apreciates the silence, because he can't stand mindless small talk. When they walk into the narrow alley where the body of the last victim still lays, he does not look at it, because he has already seen it. Instead, he watches the reaction of his assistant, expecting him to let out a cry or even throw up the contents of his stomach, but when the others did that and more, Drout Galteaux is calm, but angry.

"I'll find whoever did this" He finally says, in a whisper.

Javert can't help to be a little impressed by this.

Author notes: Hey there! Thank you so much for reading this! I was awake all night to write it, so if you could leave a review, that would make me really happy.

This fic is probably going to be long (if someone reads it, that is) because I have lots of ideas! Also I know it says it's a crossover, but the characters form that show won't appear, I'm only using some of the themes like the monsters and such.

English is not my first language and this is my first time writing an story completely in English, so I'd be really thankful if you could point out any errors I make. I want to improve.

Thanks again! I'll probably update with another chapter tomorrow.