okay, because i am so late in updating, i am doing two chapters, i am so so so sorry that i've taken this long to update, i'm staying with my godmother and godfather in massachusets, and it's been a little hectic what with my boyfriend going back to school and my godmother catching a bug and... other things, anyway-

Disclaimer: i only own Lily

oh and i'm going to change the name of the story to The Witch and the Warlock on the 14th of August, if you've read the warlock, you should understand the title change.

Chapter 4: the Scent of Vanilla

Lily watched Machiavelli as he looked in the church for Flamel, the Warrior, and the twins, she knew he was already keeping a tight grip on his temper but she had to say it "they escaped Niccolò, your not going to find them in the Basilica."

She could hear his snarl perfectly and sighed "just telling you what you already know." Niccolò came back down the stairs and took a deep breath, Lily knew he was saving the sent in his memory, the odor of vanilla that scented the fog, the sent of one of the twins of legend.

"I want the entire area sealed off," Machiavelli snapped to the semicircle of high-ranking police who had gathered at the bottom of the steps in the Square Willette. "Cordon off every street, alleyway and lane from the Rue Custine to the Rue Caulaincourt, from the Boulevard de Clichy to the Boulevard de Rochechouart and the Rue de Clignancourt. I want these people found!"

"You are suggesting closing down Montmartre," a deeply tanned police officer said in the silence that followed. He looked to his colleagues for support, but none of them would meet his eye. "It's the height of the tourist season," he protested, turning back to Machiavelli.

Lily groaned as Machiavelli rounded on the captain, his face as impassive as the masks he collected. His cold gray eyes bored into the man, but when he spoke his voice was even and controlled, barely above a whisper. "You know who I am?" he asked mildly.

The captain, a decorated veteran of the French Foreign Legion, felt something cold and sour at the back of his throat as he looked into the man's stony eyes. Licking suddenly dry lips, he said, "You are Monsieur Machiavelli, the new head of the Direction Générale de la Sécurité Extérieure. But this is a police matter, sir, not an external security matter. You have no authority—"

"I am making this a DGSE matter," Machiavelli interrupted softly. "My powers come directly from the president. I will shut down this entire city if necessary. I want these people found. Tonight, a catastrophe was averted." He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of Sacré-Coeur, now beginning to appear out of the thinning mist. "Who knows what other terrors they have planned? I want a progress report on the hour, every hour," he finished, and without waiting for a response turned and marched over to his car, where his dark-suited driver waited, arms folded across his massive chest. Lily smirked at the officers and said "good luck boys" before she followed Machiavelli

The driver, face half hidden behind wraparound mirrored sunglasses, opened the door and then closed it gently behind Lily. Lily looked at Machiavelli "way to not look suspicus,"

Machiavelli rolled his eyes "they will not care, they will do what I told them to do"

"I know they will Niccolò, but I think the press will be very interested to know not only that your shutting down Montmartre, but that you brought your super model girlfriend to the basilica to apprehend fugitives"

Machiavelli sighed "they will naturally assume that I wanted to waste no time in getting to the basilica and there was no time to drop you off, they will forget all about it"

Lily sighed "if you say so Niccolò."

Niccolò rolled the sheet of privacy glass that separated the driver's section from the back of the car down and spoke to the driver "Flamel is in Paris. Where would he go?"

Lily shook her head and listened to the exchange between Dagon and Machiavelli. With halfhearted interest, until she saw Machiavelli pull out his laptop, she knew about his secret list of immortal humans and elders, where they lived and who they were allied with. "I have no record of any known immortal associates"

Lily nodded "that makes sense; they probably haven't talked to immortal humans for most of their long lives"

Machiavelli nodded and smiled "but look what we have here" he turned the screen of his laptop so Lily and Dagon could see the picture of the man obviously posing for a publicity shot.

Lily smirked. "I do not know this man" Dagon said bubbly.

"Oh but I do, I know him very well, this is the immortal human once known as the Comte de Saint-Germain. He was a magician, an inventor, a musician, and an alchemist."

"And a student of Nicholas Flamel" Lily said softly.

"And he's currently living in Paris" Machiavelli stated triumphantly.

"Does Flamel know that Saint-Germain is in Paris?" Dagon asked.

"No one knows the extent of Flamel's knowledge" Machiavelli said.

"and I thought you knew everything" Dagon said. Lily snickered behind her hand.