Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables or any of the characters.
Everyone sat at Café Musain, laughing, drinking, and telling tales of their revolution. Happiness was overflowing the room, pouring out onto the streets. But there was something missing, and no one seemed to notice … the Thenardier bunch.
Back at the apartment, Eponine lay asleep in her corner of the room, with only a moth-bitten wool blanket covering her shivering body. Monsieur and Madame Thenardier sit with their gang at a small table. A board of some sorts sat in front of them.
"I don't know about this," Montparnasse said.
"Shut it, Monty," Thenardier hissed, "The devil is our only chance. Without this we have nothing! Do you want to live in the gutter, boy?" Montparnasse looked away.
"Go over the plan again," Babet smiled.
"The board will let us summon a demon. Then, he will choose which one of us to sacrifice, take over our body, then we'll be rich!" Thenardier spoke, "let's begin, shall we?" They each placed two fingers on the moving piece.
Eponine woke with a start - her body shivering, but beads of sweat on her forehead. Her breath was heavy, like she had just woken up from a bad dream, but she didn't remember. She stood up and looked around. Her parents were asleep. She walked out of the house, on her way to get some water from the well in the wood. She placed a rope around the handle of the water bucket, made of rotted wood (the same water bucket her mother had used when Eponine was a child) and lowered it down. She felt the water slowly fill the bucket.
Eponine was cautious, always watching in the darkness. Lately in town, there have been gruesome murders and they didn't come from the Patron-Minette. Only a few, but everyone was extreme on edge. The killer was still on the loose.
She pulled the bucket from the well and began to untie the rope, when she heard a rustling in the wood.
She whipped around just in time to see a man running up to her with a dagger.
Everything went black.