I DON'T OWN ANY of the Guardian franchise…..as much as I wish I could own it …I can not.

Chapter 1

I guess I should start at the beginning. That's how most stories go, right? Well… this is the story… of how the love of my life… died.

It all started I guess when I left my repressed life in Mexico and snuck on a boat for Paris. I was at the time a young stupid and terribly ambitious dentist with an obsession with writing. Being from a place that's only export is tobacco we are what the 'educated realm' calls a third world country. But I can say that no one on the earth craved words and knowledge as much as me.

"It's a city of sin!" my father had told me when I told him I was planning to leave for Paris. But I knew that it was very far from the truth. Paris was a place full of life and creativity! It was the city of lights and love and nothing but opportunity for someone like me! So I snuck on a boat for paris and found a cheap room across from a place called…The Moulin Rouge. I had no idea what it was at the time, but I would soon found out.

As soon as I had paid the landlady my last pennies for this room a loud crash came through the room. The walls shook and the floor vibrated violently. I turned to see an unconscious and extremely large Russian man laying on my floor. I saw 3 faces peer down through the gaping hole in my ceiling and then dissapear quickly. Just then a knock came at my door. When I opened it I found a chubby midget with a pleasant face dressed in a nun's habit standing in the doorway. The small man smiled and gestured to the unconscious Russian .

"Oh! Of course.." I breathed moving aside to let the small man inside. I then proceeded to watch the small man mutely struggle to lug the giant of a man out of my room to no availe.

"Let me help you!" I exclaimed grabbing the sleeping giant's arms and then pulling him aross the floor with the happy man pushing the other end against his boots.

"You have it alright Sandy?!"a thick Australian accent asked from the top of the stair outside my door. I watched as a sun kissed hard faced man came to the top of the stairs. I looked down at the tiny man as he gave the taller man a thumbs up. The Australian came down the steps quickly and took the other end of the Russian in his hands . We dragged the man up the steps as he snored away and then dumped him in the doorway of the room.

"So who is this?" I watched the Australian's green eye's study me intently. The short man stepped in front of me and signed to the larger man with his hands.

"Well nice to meet you!" he said happily shaking my smaller hand vigorously. I saw that under his long sleaved dress shirt were long and thick lined tatoos,which no doubt extended all over.

"We never have neighbors!"

"Ahem?" a voice chirped from behind and I gazed at a person who was quiet unidentifiable in gender.

"My god! Can we please get back to rehersal!" the person snapped and the other two rolled their eyes.

I watched them as they walked back to instrements lying around the room. The Australian flipped a top hat on his head from atop the acordian's music holder.

"ready?" he asked the small man.

"Wait! No stop! Aren't we forgetting something?!" a very loud voice asked suddenly. I jumped and gazed back in the doorway.

Now awake was the incredibly large man who had left a hole in my ceiling.

"Never without you North." the Australian replied smirking.

"Alright people focous!" the stranges creature in the corner screeched wrapping it's conductor's baton on the stand.

I quietly sat myself down on the bed and listened to the bizzar noises that came from the instraments.

The large Russian man belted out a strange line of notes and I winced.

"No!nonononononononononono!" the unidentifiable person in the corner yelled odvious frustration pouring out of it's face.

"It needs to say something like… like…"

"The rocks vibrate with the sound of voices?…no … the world rings loudly with strong song…"

This mental battle went on for a few moments and my brain began to hurt.

"The hills are alive with the sound of music…." I sang softly leaning on my arm.

"what was that?" the Russian asked turning to me quickly. His wide blue eyes gazed at me intently and I felt an embarrassed blush come on my face.

"The hills are alive with the sound of music…." I replied. Then I was swiftly grabbed up off the bed and flopped down on a ladder.

"Sing it loud and clear so everyone can hear!" the Russian beamed and I wanted to crawl back and polish my dentist equipment. I took a deep breath and sang a little clearer.

"The hills are alive with the sound of music …with songs they have sung for a thousand years…."

I watched the men in the room's eyes' widen in awe and then they began jumping back to their instruments.

"Sing with me …umm..what is your name?" he asked me hiding he question behind his hand. I giggled and replied.

"Rompe Dientes…but you can call me Tooth."

The large man smiled widely and we belted out the music together on the ladder.

It was the most exciting and bazzar things I had ever done. But this is what I had come to paris to do…. Find this wonderful and enchanting world where anything was possible.

"So yes you stay with us !" the Russian exc;laimed happily. "We will be rich and famous!"

"But I'm no actor of singer or musician…" I protested weakly.

"Neither are we in a matter of speaking." the Australian replied scratching the back of his head.

"No we are play writers! We make stories come to life on stage!" the Russian cut in and then the midget came into my view and he signed at me.

"You want me to write the script?"

"Who better?! You are creator of star line!" the Russian bellowed and I shrank.

"What am I chop liver!" the creature behind them roared. "I can't take this abuse anymore!" it anounced and then prompty stormed ou of the apartment.

"Come with us and we will show you what this world of rebirth can do for you." I gazed around at the men and then smiled .

"But I'm just a dentist…" I stated half smiling.

"You have talent! You're then best we've encountered yet! " the Australian exclaimed.

I looked at him and then back at the Russian.

"I can't promise anything…" I replied.

"That's all we need! Now! Celebration music and wine!" The giant announced and then threw open a cabinet.

"I'm Aster by the way… Aster Bunnymund… and this here is Sanderson Mandel …" he was interrupted as the small man signed in front of me.

"He says you can call him Sandy." the Australian smiled crossing his arms.

"And I am Nicholas Saint North." the Russian man boomed slamming down the bottle of wine and glasses.

"I pour tonight bunny…and we will toast! To our new friend… and savior .."

"I never should have trusted you …" Aster snarled at North's nickname. The Russian slapped him on the back and laughed loudly.

"This is going to be big success… I can feel it…in my belly!" he roared clutching his rather large gut.

"We still have to figure out who'll be presenting this little guggey." Aster stated between gulps of wine.

" of course."

I had nearly chocked to death on the grape wine and gazed at him.

"You ren't serious!?" I demanded terrified.

"Why not?! you have a knack for making things up on the spot no?" North asked me bringing the wine bottle to his lips.

My mouth gaped like a bottom feeder fish and I stuttered.

"I don't want to present! This is you're play …I just got here!"

"Of course you do… I can tell Tooth." he stated raising an eyebrow knowingly.

In that moment I could see it though… my name up in light and I could rub it in the face of my nay sayer family back home.

"But what do I do?" I asked relenting.

"Well… we'll take yo to see a man… his name is Frost." North replied as I watched Aster roll his eyes.

"Who is he?" I asked my skin prickling nervously.

All the man in the room exchanged glances and then Sanderson signed something to me.

"He says he's the only person Missour .Luna will listento… and he's the only one with enough money to put on a show like this. He owns the Moulin Rouge… he just a bloody show pony if you ask me." Aster stated spitting on the floor.

"Who?" I asked confused.

"Frost… the women of paris spill out of every nook and cranny in that place every night to seee him preform. But honestly I could teach a monkey to do better." Aster grumbled.

I had no idea exactly what I would be walking myself into at the time… but when it all comes right down to it …who really does?

"But you …my dear ..need an audience with him." the Russian man stated solumly.

"I take it that's not an easy feet?" I asked placing my hands on my hips.

"With your looks it won't be hard but…leave all the little details to us." he replied with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I asked walking around the hole in the floor.

"We don't lie when we say you are the best… no one I have met has been able to do what you just did! You are special Tooth! I wouldn't lie to someone who has the idea of leaving."

I stood for a moment contemplating the situation then smiled back at him.

I really had nothing to loose.

"Fine…I'm in." I sighed smiling happily. All the men smiled back and then Sandy ran to his instrument and motioned for Aster to follow.

"Shall we Sheila'?" Aster asked her smirking.

"Absolutely…" I laughed happily.

I should have known that this dream wouldn't last forever. But at this point it had only just begun.