The Music of Angels

by MistressVanTassel

She's still pining after Marius, but now he's there and he's so handsome. He's still searching for a new world but she's appeared in his life and he can't ignore the pull. Hearts will clash, worlds will collide. Who is left standing, and who will fall at the barricade?

2. Chapter 2

Hi, Mes Amis! Thank you so much for your responses to the first chapter! The reviews were great! A big thank you to SunWillRise2340, Warblette and Yourbestfriend. I enjoyed reading your reviews and I am happy for the support my readers have given me.

I own 21 Doctor Who DVDs, 5 Disney films, a remote control helicopter and a hole puncher that hole punches hearts in paper, but sadly I do not own Les Misérables or any of the characters in it (as much as I would like to own Enjolras and Javert).

"In my life, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun!" he skipped around joyfully like a child, as she watched him, wearing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Eponine," he said clutching at her bony arms "you're the friend who has brought me here. Thanks to you, I am one with the Gods in heaven above!"

"It's no problem, Marius." I'd do anything for you. Her heart sank as they neared the 'blonde angel's' house.

"Will it be long now? I can't go any more without out her, 'Ponine!" He said exasperatedly.

As much as she loved to hear his voice, she wished at this moment he would cease his worship of Cosette. The girl she had tormented when she was younger, the girl who always seemed lonely and sad even when the inn was full of people.

"It is just around the corner, see?" as they reached the bend she pointed out the large house with twisted metal gates in the style of ivy.

"Oh, 'Ponine..." he said softly, gazing at the blonde figure sitting alone in the garden. Eponine backed herself up until she reached a column outside the house and darted behind it and watched as her one true love spoke words of love and light through the bars to the blonde beauty watching him. As she approached the gate, Cosette joined in with her own confessions of feeling towards him. They reached between the bars and grasped each other's hands.

Eponine slid down the wall and sank to her knees in agonising heartbreak. Silent tears streamed down her face. She sat there wide eyed a hopeless.

Eponine felt in that moment that what was flowing through her veins was no longer blood. Blood was red, red for passion and love. She realised, as she watched the beautiful couple profess their love to each other that what her broken heart now pumped through her body had turned black, black for despair.

Short chapter, I know but I thought what was included was powerful enough for just one instalment.

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