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This one may get edited at a later date as there is a fight in here and I'm not very experienced at writing violence.
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"Right. So I've taken you bought you some clothes that will actually keep you warm and shoes. Taken you out for dinner…"
"Don't forget the chocolate…I that was my favourite part." Eponine laughed, pushing him teasingly.
"It is my personal philosophy that all of life's problems are made better if you have a large chocolate desert." He grinned, purposely leaving out how that personal philosophy had created a rather rounded child who had luckily managed to lose all the puppy fat just in time for girls taking an interest in him.
"I think I could grow to like that philosophy."
"Well there's a Les Amis de l'ABC meeting tonight. Having missed the last couple of meetings I really feel that I should probably attend this one – you're welcome to come of course…maybe show Marius how radiant you look."
"Courfeyrac don't tease me!" she pushed him again – again gently, jokingly.
"I tease all my friends Mam'zelle." He smirked grabbing her lightly by the waist and spinning her around...she laughed until she let out a small cry. He set her down, fussing over her "what's wrong…you alright?" then he remembered "Christ your ribs…I'm so sorry!"
"Don't be. It was an accident. Let's just go to the meeting shall we?"
"Actually I've forgotten my notebook, I have to make a speech and it has all my notes…Don't suppose you can go on ahead? Let them know I'm on my way?"
She nodded with a smile and set off for the café. For the first time in a long time looking forward to attending. She would usually go because of Marius but this time she was genuinely interested in what these men had to say. Courfeyrac would speak with such passion about the cause about helping the poor and pushing out the monarchy to save the common man was fascinating. She was still unsure what to believe but was eager to hear more.
Courfeyrac ran home and quickly searched through the books until he found his notebook. It was worn out and almost full, covered in various stains and signs of age. He'd only owned the book for a year. Bought it the same day that he had joined Les Amis de l'ABC and therefore he saw it as representative of himself. It started it's life clean, innocent, nothing but now it was older, battered by time and full to of ideas. Some good, some bad, some terrible. It was mainly full of ideas for the cause - predominantly campaigning, trying to figure out how to get more men to join them in their crusade. A letter to his father at the back, written a thousand times over but never sent.
He grabbed it from his bedside cabinet and set off to the café. However before he reached the café there was a crash in the alley way outside. Thinking some small animal might have knocked a bin over and gotten itself hurt, he turned into the alley to look for it. In hindsight it was a very stupid move. It was dark and blocked off at one end, surrounded in shadows and echoing brickwork.
He heard the footsteps before he could really react.
He found himself being seized roughly from behind, he was forced downwards so he was shorter than his attacker and a knife was put to his throat. He froze unsure what was going to happen now. What his attacker wanted, his money, his life…him?
The entire time Courfeyrac was trying to assess his opponent, clearly male judging by the lack of chest, shorter, he felt physically weaker than him but obviously that is where the knife was playing to his advantage – if he could just get out from under the knife! "Hold still pretty boy. This'll be over soon." A voice whispered in his ear.
"W-what will?! W-who are you?" Courfeyrac struggled ever so slightly, desperately scrambling to find his footing.
"Just a friend." His assailant hissed in his ear, he felt the cold blade pressing into his neck. "Now this is going to sound a little unorthodox but take off your clothes. I don't want to get blood on them."
"You're asking me to strip for you?!" Had the situation not been life or death Courfeyrac would have laughed or made a sarcastic 'you're not my type' joke, but this was serious. He might not make it out of this alive.
"Only so we don't get those nice clothes covered in blood. It's impossible to get blood out of silk." A soft chuckle "Although it does sound like a creepy request, doesn't it."
It's the end...isn't it? There was so much more he wanted to do with his life. There was the revolution. The cause needed him. Marius needed him around – the man was clever but the poor bastard couldn't cook to save his life, Marius was going to starve without him! Eponine needed him. He almost laughed at the stupidity of his own thoughts but swallowed it back, attempting to talk his way out of the situation "You could take my things without killing me. I-I'm good at keeping secrets."
"Nice try…Easier not to leave witnesses. Now, those clothes..."
Suddenly a voice cut through the air. "Courfeyrac?"
Shit "Get lost Eponine!" He shouted, not wanting to get her hurt. He wanted her to run, to scream to get help but instead her small, fragile figure came into his view. Her dark eyes widened.
"Eponine?" He felt the assailants head move to look up. His eyes met hers "Hey babe...You just can't stay away from me can you?"
"Courfeyrac what are you even doing here?!" She asked walking closer.
"I heard a noise! What about you?! You shouldn't be here! You'll get hurt!" He waved is hand trying get her to back away.
"I want outside to wait for you…I heard your voice…" her eyes turned to the man holding him " Montparnasse. Please…Just let him go." She said slowly taking a couple of careful, cautious steps towards the pair, her face one of worry and nerves. It was becoming clearer and clearer that she knew his attacker well.
"Wow. Don't you almost look pretty." He almost spat the last word.
"Leave her alone!" Courfeyrac snarled, forgetting for a moment that he was completely under the thugs control. The mere idea that this bastard would go after Eponine made his blood boil.
"Shut up!"
She moved a little closer, appearing almost like a kitten, trying to step in a puddle without getting it's paws wet."If you ever cared for me...even a little you'll let him go."
"Why would a guy like me ever have cared for a girl like you."
"All those nights we spent together...I know I was just a body to toy with but I cared for you more times than not. I don't love you…I didn't love you then. God I didn't always like you but I still cared for you..." Her voice was gentle. Attempting talking him down from the ledge. "You were my first...that means something...If you ever cared about me...in all the time we were together...Please let him go…" When he made no sign of moving her entire persona changed. Her teeth bared like a wild animal and her hands tightened into fists. Every single muscle in her body was tense. Then out of nowhere she let out a slow, wicked smirk "Or I could scream. I'll fill my lungs to the brim and scream until I am horse. So you could murder both of us, but you're not fast enough to stop my shouts. There is a café full of people just round the corner and you'll be literally caught red handed. You'll never see the light of day again. We both know the law is on to you Montparnasse."
He shoved 'Feyrac aside. Hard. There was a thud against the wall. and then silence, he omitted a tiny groan. Eponine made to run to his side - to check he was alright but Montparnasse stepped into her path.
"I forgot about that side of you." He laughed, in truth he had begun missed his little lioness "You little devil!" He smirked darkly down at her; his hands crept around her bony hips like spiders, sending her skin cold. One hand wrapping around her waist the other pulling at her skirt. Her hand rose from her side and struck him across the face. Hard. The sound of skin on skin could be heard from the other end of the alley, echoing slightly against the grey bricks. He roughly pushed Eponine against the slimy wall and snarled "So you'll open your legs for me in rags but not in riches eh?!"
"I believe you were the one who likes to remind me I was too ugly to sleep with! Besides the fact I promised myself I'd never come back to you! I'm going to keep that promise! I don't need your cheap, sleazy fantasy anymore!" She attempted to push him off but he pinned her down so she couldn't move.
"Tell me honestly you don't like it." He leant in slightly. He breathed in her smell…was that mens cologne? It suited her in an odd way.
"Maybe long ago…but not anymore!" Her expression shifted, not to one of anger or fear but hurt. "Montparnasse...I've been given a chance to start over. Someone's helping me out of this world...A world we both know I can't remain in...Why can't you let me go."
"You honestly think you'll get out." He let out a low cruel laugh "That you get to become a pretty little bourgeoisie and disappear. Nobody just walks away from them...You know too much m'dear!"
"I'm not your dear! Get off me!"
He flicked out his knife and pressed the tip gently against her throat, just under her jawline and chuckled "You've got quite the mouth of you..."
"Is that knife your solution to everything Monty..." She asked simply, smirking slightly up at him. Her total lack of fear having a knife against her neck was almost unnerving.
He dug it in a little deeper "Don't call me that again slut!" He growled through clenched teeth. Every muscle tensing before he visibly calmed down "I find a knife silences loud mouthed hussies quite nicely."
Courfeyrac was still reeling from being thrown against the wall. He could feel blood on his forehead and in his hair, he'd get Joly to check him out if they made it through this - they. They! He realized in that moment that the bastard was threatening her. The bastard who attacked him. That scumbag was not going to hurt his Eponine. Admittedly the first punch was clumsy. Almost pathetically so. It did do the job, Courfeyrac was considerably bigger than Montparnasse and without a knife to his throat he could use this to his advantage. "Monty" lost his balance and toppled backwards.
Eponine let out sharp gasp. Her neck was bleeding. 'Feyrac turned to her, thinking the worst. He shouldn't have attacked! Not with the blade there! And he'd lost his balance! What if the knife had still been at her skin! "'Ponine!"
She was shaking clearly having had the same thoughts as him "I'm fine..." she assured "just a scratch...I promise..." She moved her trembling hands, yes she was bleeding but the wound wasn't deep, and wasn't fatal.
"Put pressure on it." He clumsily removed the cravat from his neck and tossed it to her. "it'll help with the bleeding until someone can look at you."
"I'm not letting you fight alone!"
"Yes you are. I'm not letting him hurt you."
Montparnasse spat blood onto the ground, scrambling to his feet looking furious. "Goodness me you're awfully dramatic aren't you, it's cute you think she's worth the effort." A dark chuckle.
Courfeyrac took another swing hitting him right across the face with a sickening crunch and sending him flying again. "Now you little scumbag, you leave her alone and if I find out you told her father about seeing her today then you are a dead rat. You understand?"
Perhaps to emphasize his point, perhaps just out of anger he made to take another swing when Eponine grabbed his arm "He's not worth it." She muttered gruffly, he felt her hand slide down his arm and her fingers interlocking with his.
Whilst Montparnasse was still on the ground they ran for it, darting around the corner and practically throwing themselves though the door to the Café Musain. Almost knocking over several tables and chairs in the process.
Courfeyrac let out an awkward cough, released Eponines hand and ran his own through his messy curls "Um…Evening gentlemen."
Les Amis de l'ABC were staring at the pair as if they couldn't believe their eyes. Which to be fair they problably couldn't. Whilst looking at Eponine the question was why when she had left the café mere minutes ago clean had returned bleeding slightly from the neck and the back of her dress was covered in filth. Courfeyrac on the other hand looked horrific and that was a site that none of the group – with the exception of Marius – had ever seen before. His usually pristine hair was dishevelled and blood glistened from under his hairline. His usually perfect clothes were dirty and torn, high light blue waistcoat smudged with mud.
"My friends…This is what happens when we leave Courfeyrac with a woman and no babysitter." Grantaire grinned before taking another swig from his bottle.
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