A/N: Oh boy that Season 2 though! It was really awesome and I loved every detail! (I knew Gabriel was Hawkmoth all along) This chapter was actually inspired by Season 2 episode 2 "Dispair Bear" when Chloé tried to redeem herself and be kind instead of her nasty self. This chapter is on Chloé's point of view and also takes place when Marinette's parents were executed. So, hope you like it! ;3
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CPOV:
Lies. For four years I have been lying to everyone around me, and that includes myself, for today is that day. The day I did the most stupid and cruel action a person could ever do. Have you guessed it already? Today was the day Marinette's parents died. That peasant...that sickeningly sweet girl who wanted to be my friend so long ago, was dead along with her parents, and also in my heart. Or at least I think she's dead...after all, she did disappear without a trace.
Okay, okay...before you go all angst against me, let me explain. I was jealous of Marinette. I admit it. I'm honestly ashamed, I would've never conversed this to anyone, especially my friends and family. You see, being a noble is a peasant's greatest dream, being able to lavish in luxurious commodities, having the highest standard in all of France. The thing with Marinette is...she's just, just so bubbly. Always happy all the time, always cheerful and helpful. It didn't matter to her if she was poor or rich, living in poverty or prosperity.
And me, I always had to make sure I get everything of the upmost finest. The best clothes, food, accessories, you name it. My friends are not true friends, more like mere followers and servants. I don't entirely dislike this, although at times it could get very lonely. My mother, Audrey Bourgeois, always taught me to raise my head up high, look down at the weak, and stay on top of things. To be honest I only act the way I do because of her influence. I walk down the streets of Paris without purpose, just to flaunt around showing my importance. Stupid I know.
I longed to see that annoyingly cheerful smile slapped off Marinette's face, wanted to see her miserable. I had no remorse. So, that afternoon, when Marinette was off to who knows where...I sauntered myself over to her "makeshift" bakery she calls home. Surprisingly her parents were gone too, a sign reading that they were out of town or something. I easily snuck in, the door was cheaply made and not great quality. There was a few loafs of bread in the wooden display case, and a few delectable looking pastries. Perfect.
I opened up the small cellars in the back of the bakery and found salt in the far back corner. I reached my hand in, grasping it. There was a malicious smile creeping on my face as I took a handful of salt and started to throw it at the sweetest, most delicious, and most expensive pastry—the petit fours. Soon enough, the pastries were coated in salt, sinking in the sticky coating of sugary glaze. I snickered gleefully, carefully placing the salt back in the cellar to avoid suspicion. The poor soul who will buy these will have no idea what's to come! They'll probably close up the bakery for it. Before leaving the bakery, I took one last look at the "delicious" pastry. Not so good looking anymore...I thought as I exited.
Little did I know that it would be the worst mistake I made and I will ever make. That same afternoon I was outside in the gardens of Paris. My servant er— friend, Sabrina was with me. That day, I was dressed in one of my finest, a soft yellow silk gown with lace, that hung around tight on my waist and loose and poofy at my legs. I was holding a a lightweight parasol to shield me from the sun. My honey blonde hair was done in a fast French braid. Sabrina was frantically trying to keep up with me, her honey dew colored dress hitched up. Wiping a stray lock of red brunette hair from her face she exclaimed, "Chloé, what's the rush? We still have time before the party at Kim's."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I am quite aware of that Sabrina, I just don't want to be late..." Sabrina gave me a knowing smile. Ugh. Sometimes it hurts to be her friend, especially when she knows all your darkest secrets. "Ooh...you want to be early to impress the dashing Kim hmm?" She swooned in her high pitched voice. "That is so romantic, Chloé!" I groaned, slapping my hand on my forehead. "Whatever, let's just go already!" I stomped around the roses and daffodils with a beet red flush creeping on my cheeks. So what if I had a crush on Kim? After all, he's only named the most good looking and most athletic person in all of Paris... His dark brown and blonde hair...his beautiful silver eyes. I shook my head snapping myself out of my trance. A girl of noble blood must never be moony. We must play hard to get, yet again another lesson from my dear mother.
I walked over to his huge mansion or more like ran, my hands nervously sweating. I was about to hastily wipe my hands on my gown when Sabrina quickly handed me her handkerchief. I mumbled a thanks, wiping my hands. I was about to knock the door when I heard some happy giggles and sounds of kissing behind the rose bush. I looked at Sabrina curiously, my eyebrows raised. She just shook her head and shrugged. I quietly walked around the rose bush, hiding behind a leafy shrub. Sabrina followed closely behind.
The scene before me made me gasp loudly. In front of me stood Kim, bending over lightly kissing a girl with ragged and worn down skirts. Her reddish brown hair stood out, spiking from her head. Her crystal blue eyes gazed into his silver gray ones. She wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling and kissing him back more passionately. They were blissful. I was outraged. My crush...my handsome crush would pick some common peasant over me?! I felt my face heat red from anger...my fists shaking at my sides furiously. Out of all the girls Kim would've picked...he picked Alex, the loud brash girl who loves doing the "hard labor".
I felt myself walk from behind the bush, and crying, "HOW COULD YOU?!" right in front of him and Alex. There was a shocked expression on Kim's face. Alex looked annoyed. Kim opened his mouth to speak but I held up a hand for him to shut it. I must've looked like an idiot or a spoiled brat because I just screamed in frustration and ran off.
I could hear Sabrina calling after me but I ignored her and kept running. I ran inside my own mansion, right near Notre Dame, crying my eyes out as I flopped on my master king bed. My butler, Jean Claude came in through my huge double door with a fresh handkerchief and an assortment of chocolates. I took the handkerchief and blowed my nose, still sobbing dramatically. "Is the Mademoiselle unhappy about something?" He asked with uncertainty. "Nothing..." I muttered, stuffing the sweets in my mouth. "Can you leave now?" I asked him, looking up. He nodded his head and left the room.
I sat there silently for hours, silently crying and swearing that I'll get revenge on Kim or Alex...it really didn't matter! My thoughts dissolved when I heard my mother calling me from downstairs. "WHAT DO YOU WANT MOTHER?!" I screamed from my room. No answer. Curiously I walked down the marble steps. I felt a sharp pinch on my ear as I spun around to face my very angry mother. "Don't you dare disrespect me again young lady or so HELP me..." She seethed. I gulped. My mother was a woman to fear when she gets angry.
She brushed it off like nothing just happened. "Anyways, your father and I have an important meeting to get to, and we need to stop by the Dupain-Chang's bakery and pick up a few things." Wait...WHAT?! I looked at my mom incredulously. "If you needed to bring pastries or bread you could have just told the kitchen maids to make it!" She gave me an impatient frown and was tapping her foot on the marble floor, her sharp heels causing a hollow sound to echo throughout the mansion. "Chloé, it's the year 1789, you should know food and ingredients are scarce, besides we are almost out...next shipment wouldn't come in until next month." I sighed. Great. Now I had to go to the goody two shoe's bakery.
Long story short, my mother ended up buying the petit fours. I had no idea what was going on, all I did in the meanwhile was a kick a sack of flour and mope. The moment my father and mother sunk their teeth into that delectable pastry at the meeting...well let's just say that they were outraged. My father believed it was a cruel joke played on them to look foolish, my mother ruthlessly thought the same as well. Before I knew it, they were ordering the French Officials for the execution of Marinette's parents. I was shocked. I...I didn't want it to go this far! I tried to compromise with them, saying that an execution wasn't really necessary. They ignored me, as usual.
I had to be dragged along with them the next morning, they and a group of other nobles from the meeting were there. From outside the bakery, I heard heartbreaking screams and the sound of crying. I felt so guilty. I never intended something this serious to happen. I saw Marinette's parents burst through the door and shoved cruelly by the French officials to the barred carriage leading to the guillotine. Marinette was slowly closing the door, fresh tears pricking in her eyes. I caught her gaze on accident. Instead of looking angry and revengeful, there was just an expression of hurt and depression on her face. She looked away from me. Marinette is strong. She knows how to react in the best way possible...The door closes. My heart quickens. I'm sorry...I whispered.
Now, I won't bore you with the execution, but let's just say that it was very gruesome...like always. The people treat executions like it's all just one big show, I always thought it was extremely inhumane. My parents smiled in satisfaction. I was silent, my face pale. I never told anyone the truth. I never told anyone that I was the one at fault for ruining the petit fours.
And now, here I sit, like a coward, in Marinette's old bakery. This was my secret hideout when I'm feeling guilty or depressed in general. It is now the year 1793, the bakery closed right after Marinette went missing. No one passed by here anymore. The old building remained unattained for. As I stared at the dusty and crumbling ceiling, I realized how lucky I've always been, how I always got everything right at my fingertips. I was damn spoiled.
I jumped at the sound of rustling behind the counter. A boy with dark red hair walked out. He had a swept bang covering his eyes. He flipped his hair casually, his turquoise eyes peering in my soul. I have never seen him before... He cleared his throat. "So...what do we have here? Why is the noble girl Chloé Bourgeois hanging around in such a dirty and dank place?" There was a teasing tone to his voice. I didn't meet his eyes. "I don't want to talk right now..." I muttered.
He sat beside me, examining my appearance. "I know you're feeling guilty right now...is it because of a certain peasant girl?" I looked at him in shock. How did he know?! I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you what happened to Marinette." He said. I was stunned. "All right, tell me." I said curiously. "She's dead isn't she? Committed suicide?"
"Oh no" he said quietly, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "She's very much alive..."
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A/N: Aaand that's the end to this chapter. I hope you like it! To be clear, that red headed guy is Nathanëal and I ship him with Chloé. I ship Kim with Alex. It just fits too perfectly. Next week, I'll be updating on a Tuesday for a Halloween special. See you guys soon! :3
