"EPONINE!"

She stood still, snapping out of her reverie. A woman was quickly making her way towards her. In the night light, she made out a familiar face. This person worked in the market too, they've exchanged pleasant greetings once in a while. "What's her name?" She mentally asked herself, rummaging in her head, "ah yes, Elodie."

She seemed to be distraught as she reached Eponine. Elodie's hands grabbed on to her shoulders trying to steady herself. "What's the matter, Elodie?" Eponine asked, now worried.

"A man... he attacked me." Eponine's eyes widened surveying Elodie, finding a small bruise near her collar bone. "But I got away. Someone... some man... he saved me. But now he needs help. Please, he needs help." Her pleading and tears were enough for Eponine to run back to the direction Elodie came from, straining her ears as the noises lead her to the men.

Back in the alley, Enjolras has managed to break his opponent's nose and have landed a good few punches. Despite his attack, the man did not stay on the ground for too long a time, always pushing back again with as much force as he did before. Enjolras' lower lip was bleeding, his jaw sore and he was sure his right cheek would show a bruise in the morning.

"You stupid rich boy, thinking you're better than our lot?" The man spat out. He didn't give Enjolras time to reply as he grabbed for his head, pushing it forcefully to the wall where the contact made a horrible sound. Enjolras, now only half conscious felt something warm and wet on the back of his head, he was also aware of the tightening grip around his neck as he labored for air. Towering above him, laughing darkly, the man was focused on his prey.

He did not notice Eponine come up behind him. He did not see her reach for her dagger, but he felt it dangerously close to his neck when she whispered a cold threat in his ear. He released Enjolras who sank to the ground, white as a ghost.

She allowed the man to turn and face her. When he did, recognition lit his features forcing him to look down to the ground. "I see you know my face. You know what im capable of, and should you lay a finger on me, you know perfectly well who will come to get you." Her voice low and cold. The man looked up, defiantly meeting her eyes. A malicious smile on his face, he said "Ah! Parnasse's little whore."

Eponine's rage spurred. Her dagger making contact with his face, making him step back and yell in pain. "Run away now," she said, "because i promise the next time i cast my blade, I will not miss your eye again." A look from her was enough to confirm the validity of her threat.

The man, holding his hand against his bleeding cheek, stood up and hobbled away, mumbling curses as he went. Eponine wasted not another second as she bent down to cup Enjolras' face in her hand. Her eyes grew wide as she recognized the man. She checked his pulse, and tried to shake him out of unconsciousness.

His eyes fluttered open, his lids felt heavy to him. He realizes that there is a hand on his face, and then he sees deep brown orbs, staring at him with worry. "You must be my angel," he mused aloud wrapping his hand around her wrist, a lopsided smile appearing on his tired face.

"No monsieur, I am far from one and you are delirious." Eponine replied with a small smile, as she studied his features. He was undeniably a handsome man. She caught herself and blushed, forcing herself to look away.

It was then that she heard footsteps, and then Elodie's voice speaking to another saying "They're in that alley, inspector. Hurry, they need help!" At the mention of the presence of an officer, Eponine tensed. Her history of avoiding them made it an instinct for her to flee at any sign of them. She motioned to get up to leave, but Enjolras' grip tightened. She turned to him in panic, begging with her eyes to let her go, not wanting to utter a word in fear of being discovered.

"Stay. Please." He begged. She heard the footsteps growing close, she pulled her hand away from Enjolras, and in her haste ran towards the other end without looking back. She knew he'd be safe with them.

As soon as her touch left him, Enjolras felt the beating his body endured as the pain resurfaced. He tightened his hands into balls, his nails digging into his palms in an attempt to distract him from everything else. It was then that he realized he was holding a bracelet in his hand... blue beads. With the image of her eyes in his head, he once again fell into unconsciousness just a second before Elodie and the officer found him on the ground.