Main Street USA

Chapter 8

Maleficent studied the blonde girl who was hand in hand with Hubert's son Phillip. She harrumphed.

How could this pixie escape her clutches? And why did the girl's parents believe her to be safe?

She would never be safe.

"Miss Maleficent," Jafar purred from the doorway. She waved him into her study as she continued to watch the two teenagers walk down the street with a horse closely following.

How insolent.

"What did you call me in for?" Jafar oozed.

Maleficent resisted rolling her eyes.

"The papers, Jafar, did you get the papers off Frollo's desk?"

He quietly handed her several sheets of paper. At least he knew when she wasn't in the mood for nonsense not like her other henchman. Not that he knew he was a henchman. He naively believed he was a partner in all this nonsense.

She glanced at the sheets, shuffling them until she found what she wanted.

"Hmm, it seems like Frollo hasn't been honest with us after all, Jafar. It seems I'll be paying him another visit sooner than expected."

Jafar bowed his head, "That was my thought as well."

Her smile was full of knives, "Please let the Mayor know that I'd like to see him tomorrow afternoon. No excuses."

Jafar's cruel smirk appeared, "I'll let him know right now." He swept from the room looking like a panther about to jump his prey.

Maleficent curled her hand over her walking stick as she stalked to the window.

The girl and boy were gone, but that was all right. There was a lot of planning she had to do before she could achieve her vengeance on the Kings.

She had to get Frollo back under control for one thing, and that would take some time. He knew too much and wouldn't hesitate to blab if he thought it would give him back the power he desperately wanted.

She'll have to remind him that she wasn't the only one with a scandal under her belt. The public would love to know about Quasimodo, the little foster child whom Frollo emotionally abused and kept secluded for years before the hunchbacked boy finally achieved freedom from his cruel unyielding master.

But only a few knew of it and Maleficent kept it that way.

Although the way the ugly man took a shine to that reporter Esmerelda, well, it would be quite easy for the truth to slip out right before the election. She imagined the horror on Frollo's face as he saw the front page. It would be so easy to convince the police to arrest him on the spot as the hunchback had a friend there too.

Frollo needed to learn that he couldn't play ball against her.

No one could.

But she didn't want to lose him, because she needed him.

Not badly enough that he wouldn't be easily replaced, there was Jafar after all, but easily enough where it wouldn't worry her too badly. Power-hungry men were possibly the easiest things to find. She could name ten without thinking.

And they were just so easily used.

Her smile grew as she thought of the men she seduced, not with her body, but with promises of power, money, and prestige. Even the most honorable man would be tempted.

And if Frollo did decide to try and betray her after all, she might even take up the challenge of trying to seduce a good man to the dark side. The image gave her immense pleasure and despite the fact it would delay her vengeance on the King's, she almost hoped Frollo did destroy his own chances.

It would be remarkably entertaining.


(A/N) Sorry for the short, exposition-y chapter. Just had to clue you in on what's going on in villain-land. As always, reviews are welcome and encouraged. You have no idea how even the shortest review can brighten my day.

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