I watched Marie's bonus chapter: Marie's Test, and….I have made a terrible mistake. (This fanfic takes place after Marie's Test) It turns out where Marie's Test was taken place was over a YEAR after she had said goodbye to Raphael. I am SO sorry for this guys! I should have looked at the bonus chapters before writing this! . Oh well….I guess I can change it to taking place before Marie's Test, it would make more sense. This fanfic is more based on the ending of Family Ties anyway (when Charlie discovers something in Les Invalides but the game doesn't let us see what it is).

It took me a pretty long time to think of how the next battle was going to work out. I was seriously straining my head and looking around wherever I went for ideas. Ah well, I do it for you readers so I don't regret making my head hurt :) Anyway, let's continue.

She backed up. Her hand clenched the velvet plump couch tightly. The eyes she was looking upon were dead, sea green eyes.

"M-Mother…?" Marie stammered and swallowed.

Elizabeth's face still had the empty trance like expression. "..Where is he?" She repeated.

Marie kept staring at her. "I….I don't know…"

Elizabeth suddenly became angry and bitter. She strode up to Marie and held her throat tightly. She held Marie in the air, strangling her. "Don't LIE TO ME!"

Marie desperately tried to get the strong hands off her neck. "M-Mother..! P-Please...let me ...go!" She choked.

"I know that you're friends with my son! You were with him the day that those gardens fell! Now where is he?!" She demanded.

Marie could feel her eyes popping out. It seemed like everything in her body was ceasing to work all at the same time. "I-I…..don't..know…! H-He…..left..me..!" She wasn't far from death, her eyes were becoming red and bloodshot.

Elizabeth stared at her. "...You're useless." She let her fall to the ground.

Marie coughed and coughed and coughed. She breathed in and out loudly. Her neck was red with a hand marking on it. "J-Just…" She panted. "..Just who….are you..?"

She looked down upon her, and smiled a little bit. "I'm Raphael's mother." The green from her eyes disappeared and Elizabeth's body collapsed onto the soft carpet.

"M-Mother!" Marie kneeled down and shook her body. "Mother? Mother wake up! Please Mother! Please!" She started to cry.

Alfred burst the door open. He saw Elizabeth and gasped. "Your Grace?! Your Grace?!" He rushed over and cradled her head.

"Please tell me she'll be okay Alfred! Please tell me she's going to be alright!" She hugged him while crying.

Alfred gave her a pat on the back. "She'll be fine Marie, she'll be fine."

Marie looked up, and for a second saw Raphael looking back down at her. He had his same crimson hair and bright brown eyes. He gleamed down at Marie. She went to kiss him, like she had always wanted to do all those months ago. But another voice cut in. "Marie? Marie are you alright?" Instead of Raphael, there was Alfred. His brow furrowed in a concerning way.

Marie stared at Alfred for a minute, her eyes speaking a lot of sad emotions. Then her face shriveled up and she howled in tears, she dashed out of the room with her face in her hands.

She had always been playing the same song she had played to Raphael, Moon Princess. Every night she would get out her violin and play that song, expecting him to appear and embrace her. But he never did. He never appeared, he never hugged her, he never told her how much he missed her, he never praised her violin playing, he never got Fondue to take his hat up to her and then appear before her smiling. Maybe he had forgotten her after all. This made Marie even more sad.

After the song ceased Marie put away her violin and buckled up her case. She gracefully got into her bed and shut her eyes. But soon enough, tears started leaking out. She clenched her teeth to try and keep them at bay but it was no use. She started howling again. Crying for Raphael, her one and only phantom.

Elizabeth listened to the loud sobs upstairs. "...I think we should get him to come visit her Alfred." She said.

Alfred blazed up the fire and poked the black coal inside it with a poker. "I wish we could your grace. But I don't know where the man resides."

"We could probably track him down, he usually walks around Paris doesn't he?" Elizabeth added a sugar cube to her tea.

"Indeed your grace. But I only recognise him from his thieves clothes." He burnt himself and started sucking on his finger.

Elizabeth put down her tea cup and looked at him, smiling slightly. "She's been practicing that violin day in and day out. I fear she's getting too prideful of herself and her life."

"Whatever do you mean your grace? Marie is a nice girl to you and to me." Alfred said, a little shocked.

"I've overheard her bragging about how she owns an antique violin and how she can play any song on her violin. It's like…..Lucifer himself is possessing her.." Elizabeth shook with uneasiness.

"Maybe it's because she misses Raphael so much that envy and pride are intoxicating her and making her this way?" Alfred said.

"Maybe." The saucer made a 'clink' noise as she put the small fancy tea cup on it. "I'll be resting upstairs Alfred." As she left she stopped and said to Alfred. "We need that man Alfred. He is our only hope of freeing Marie from the shackles of envy and pride she's being tied down by."

Alfred nodded in agreement, and put out the fire.

"WHY IS LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA PLAYING?!" Cleo yelled as she deflected some more bullets.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Grace shouted back. She climbed out the roof window with a spiked bat in her hand. "DUCK!" She shouted. Cleo did so and Grace whacked the stone back at the sirens, it hit one their heads causing them to fall into the canal.

"You can put this thing on autopilot right?" Hans peered out the window.

"Yeah! You can!" Grace whacked some more stones away.

Hans pressed a button and the word autopilot flashed on the screen. He climbed out the car. "Alright! Come at us!" He got his robots hands out and prepared to fire.

Charisma helped Remy up onto the car roof. "Here you go master. Remember to keep your balance.

Remy aimed his walking stick. "Don't worry Charisma, I will be alright."

Fondue finally came onto the roof and growled at the two rival teams. "Woeuf! Woeuf!"

Charlie was already taking out some constables on a police car. She kicked her football with such force that the constables fell back and were hanging onto the car for dear life. She was doing great, until Vergier came along.

His cold and angry stare made her tremble a little bit. "Charlotte Vergier…" He said to her. He started walking up towards her, hanging onto the roof for balance.

Cleo saw this and started to jump over to the other car. "You guys take on the sirens, me and Charlie will take on Vergier and the other constables." She lept off. Vergier was closing in on Charlie, some handcuffs hanging out of his back pocket and swinging back and forth. "Hey!" She shouted at the inspector.

He turned around and glared. "Well, if it isn't the phantom thief's little apprentice? What makes you think you can just stroll in on family business?" He got out the cuffs. "I've been meaning to arrest you along with that disgraceful phantom thief."

Charlie jumped onto his back and put his arms around his neck. "Now! Kick him in the stomach!" Charlie yelled.

Cleo brought her leg up and did a sharp kick into the inspector's stomach, which made him lean over in pain.

A siren came onto the car roof and was walking towards Remy. The professor was shooting in the direction of their screams and shouts, but then he stopped and listened. He could hear the scraping of feet on the car roof and knew that something or someone was there. The heavy breathing and smell of lipstick confirmed to him that it wasn't Charisma or any of the other people on the car. He quickly turned around and clashed his walking stick with the siren's wooden spear. "Not today my rose." He blocked all of the shots from the spear and whacked the siren in the stomach, then sharply on the head and then in her face. He shook his head. "Not today.." The siren was on the edge of the car roof. Remy performed a sharp kick on her face and she was knocked off the car and tumbled into the road. He smiled to himself and then felt his way towards Charisma.

Charisma and Hans were fighting off the rest of the sirens. Charisma was taking out the ones in the distance while Hans was fighting the ones on the roof. The impact of the blows from his robot hands were incredible. Remy had never heard such a force from a unique weapon like that. Hans reloaded and then opened the tip of his finger on his left robot hand to reveal a gun. He shot at the constable's second car which caused it to spiral out of control and hit a building.

Charisma shot the rest with her pistol. Remy came up to her. "Charisma my dear, how many are there?"

She scanned the group in the distance. "There are 12 of them master." She replied.

He groaned quietly. "Then we must keep fighting." He fired from his walking stick at them. But it completely missed and hit the window of someone's house instead. Screams and shouts came from the house. Charisma looked at Remy. The poor professor himself was confused. "D-Did I hit them?"

Vergier lurched forward. "You two are tough nuts. But my duty as an inspector will not stop me!" He aimed for Charlie and tried to grab her.

She dodged out of the way and kicked him in the back. "Knock it off father!"

Vergier tumbled onto Cleo instead. "Aha!" She tried to escape but Vergier got a hold of her. "Finally! I've caught you! I'll swap you for Phantom R himself! There's no way he could ignore this!" He was about to put the cuffs on her hands when suddenly he screamed in pain.

Cleo crawled out of the hurt man's grasp and saw Fondue biting down on his leg. The dog smiled and barked happily at Cleo.

"Y-You...You little mutt!" He tried to catch Fondue but Charlie got in the way and stopped him.

"Charlie!" Cleo reached out for her.

Vergier was grabbing onto her and putting her arms behind her back. "Go! Don't worry about me!" She fought against her father.

"But Charlie-" She began.

"I said GO!" She shouted back at her.

Cleo lept across back to Grace's car with Fondue. As she jumped she swore she heard: 'Now you'll see what happens to people who go against the constabulary.'

Grace was throwing fireballs into the air and hitting them with her bat towards the sirens. "Take that you birds!"

"Woah! Wait a minute! Where did you get them from?!" Cleo pointed towards the fireballs in her hand.

Grace whined in pain. "Hans made them. From an electric wire and a few pieces of wood made into sphere shapes. I gotta throw them, they're burning me." She tossed another and whacked it.

With one member captured the rest of them had to fight off the sirens. Everyone was firing, punching, kicking, biting, it was like a big rumble between gangs. The group was worn out and tired by the time the sirens decided to retreat. They all ran like a bunch of cowardly dogs. Medusa gave one last losing glare at them before she disappeared into the shadows with the others.

The group was silent as the whizzing car kept going, then they gave a cheer of triumph. They had drove off the sirens, probably once and for all. Grace was doing the most cheering out of all of them, she was practically screaming for France.

"Uhh...Grace...calm down a little bit will you?" Cleo backed up a little bit.

Grace grumbled. "Fine…" And got back into the car.

The rest of them followed, buckling their seatbelts and panting. Everyone except Charisma was sweating and tired. "Umm….master? What's this emotion that you and the others are showing?"

"It's called….exhausted Charisma my dear…" Remy replied, gasping for air.

"Oh…...thank you master." Charisma bowed a little bit.

Fondue perked up and barked. "Fondue? What's wrong?" Cleo looked where he was looking and saw the ghostly woman above.

She was combing through the unconscious phantom's hair and gave him a little peck on the cheek. "G-Guys! There's that woman!" As she shouted and pointed the woman looked in their direction and then started gliding off again.

Grace stepped up the gas and sped after her. The car weaved in and out of the motorway desperately trying to catch up to her.

The woman turned around and summoned some big grey rocks, boulders. She rolled them down the road towards the car.

"Ah! Look out!" Charisma squealed and pointed.

Grace swerved the car away from the rolling boulder. The lady threw another one, and another, and another. "This ghost really wants Phantom R doesn't she?!" Grace said through gritted teeth.

"I don't even know who she is or what she wants with him!" Cleo held her head.

She kept going further up the motorway. Grace saw a sign out of the corner of her eye and read it. She whispered something under her breath. "Well guys, it looks like we're in Austria.."

Austria. A rich country full of musical taste and inspiring works. But they weren't here for sight seeing, they were here for Raphael.

They followed the mysterious woman into a nearby town where she went inside a strange building. Fondue leaped out of the car and went inside. Cleo followed after with the speed of a cheetah.

"She really does care about him doesn't she?" Grace got out and ran after her.

Charisma helped Remy out. "Come on now Master. We've got to save Raphael!"

They ran inside and saw a foreboding sight. The whole room was lit by dim candles that shined shadows onto the dark cobblestone walls. Red carpets draped the walls and made the room look vamperific.

But their eyes were not drawn to the room, they were drawn to what was at the end of it. A beautiful pale bed with a plumped up pillow laid at the end of the room. Moonlight poured in from the surface and shined on it. And there, lying on it, was Phantom R. He was holding a red rose to his chest while still lying down, his eyes were still closed.

Cleo ran up to him. "Raphae-" The woman appeared before her and kicked her back with huge amount of force.

"Cleo!" Grace knelt down beside her. "Cleo?! Are you okay?!"

The lady held Phantom R's hand. "You shouldn't touch something that's not yours without permission." Her voice was flowing and clear like water in a stream.

Cleo got back onto her feet. "W-What?"

"He's mine. He's mine and pure." She stood up slowly. "He's been out in that dark world for too long. But now, he can finally rest."

"What are you talking about?" She trembled. "You don't mean…..he's going to die do you?"

She nodded. "His father left him, I died in a car accident. He must be going through a great deal of pain."

"You died in a car accident?" She suddenly remembered that story Raphael had told her. "W-Wait…...are you his mum?"

"That is correct. I still seek the man who killed me to this very day." She said.

Cleo stared at her and shook her head with tears in her eyes. "You can't! You can't kill him!"

"Oh but I can. I must. He hasn't even found someone to love yet." She sat down beside him. "But, no matter. He can be in heaven with me now." She leaned forward to kiss him on his forehead.

"NO!" Cleo shouted.

"He loves Cleo!" Charisma stepped forward.

The lady froze and looked up. "H-Huh?"

She swallowed, though she was a robot she was still afraid of this ghostly figure. "H-He loves Cleo."

"...Cleo..?" She studied the group. "Which one of you is Cleo?"

Remy put his hand on Cleo's shoulder. "She's right here madame."

The woman walked up to her, making her red hair gently flow as she did. She took her chin and stared deep into her eyes. Cleo felt a little dizzy but managed to keep eye contact. "...Your past is riddled with violence and dark times…" Cleo shuddered, how did she know that? "...But….I can see that you've been treating my son well."

She was astonished. "S-So…..you'll let him live?"

The woman silently sighed and shook her head making her soft red hair form a curl on her forehead. It was the same curl Raphael had. "I will. But one bad move and he's coming with me."

Cleo covered her mouth, she was on the verge of tears. But she shook them off and thanked her instead. "How do I wake him?" She went over to the bed.

"Kiss him." The lady said.

"Where do I kiss him?"

She slid her finger over her lips slowly. "If my son truly loves you, then he'll wake up."

Cleo stared down at him for a moment. His pale complexion and red hair spread across the pillow made him look like someone from a fairytale. She stooped down and got closer to his face. Then, she closed her eyes and kissed him. His lips felt warm and supple. She got the feeling that he had never kissed anyone like this in his life. For a brief moment, Cleo felt happy. Probably the happiest she had ever been. She wanted this wonderful moment to last forever, just their lips touching and their hearts swelling with romance. But, sadly, everything must come to an end.

The moment she pulled away Phantom R fluttered his eyes open. He smiled sleepily at Cleo. "H-Hey…" He said in that sweet like honey voice that Cleo always remembered.

She embraced him and they both gazed into each other eyes. A tearful sniff interrupted them. "I-I...never thought I would be able to see my son this happy…" The woman sniffed again.

Phantom R gave her a cold stare. "You kidnapped me….why?"

"I wanted you to be with me. Isn't it bad enough that my darling Issac left you?"

His expression dramatically changed. "W-Who are you?" He sounded a little frightened.

She glided over to him and held his two shoulders. "I'm Cerise. I'm your mother Raphael."

"W-What?" He tried to stand up but his legs wobbled and made him meet the floor. Cleo helped him up and put his arm over her shoulder. "Y-You can't be my mom…...she's dead.."

"Look at me Raphael. You have my big eyes and my red curl on your forehead." She was right, her and Raphael did look pretty similar to each other.

"N-No….NO!" He was shaking. "You're not my mother! She's DEAD! She died in a car accident when I was a kid!"

"Calm down Raphael." Cleo sat him down and tried to reassure him.

"B-But there's this woman in front of me who claims she's my mom! No one can ever replace her! NO ONE!" He yelled.

Tears pricked Cerise's eyes. "He's in an angry state because of the spell I cast over him. Luckily, I have a cure to that." She went over to a dark corner of the room and came back with what looked like a baby bottle. There was some white shining liquid in it. Cleo thought it was milk at first but there was a bright aura surrounding it and making it sparkle.

"Get him to drink this, it will make him feel less angry and better." She handed it to Cleo.

Cleo got Phantom R to lie his head on her shoulder while her arm propped him up. "W-What is that?" He stared at it in horror. "What are you trying to give me?!"

"It's okay Raphael. It isn't going to hurt you anything." She offered the bottle to his mouth.

"No no no! I'm not drinking that! You can't make me!" He tried to struggle out of Cleo's hold.

Cleo forced the bottle to him while he kept shaking and backing away violently. Finally she held his head and got him to hold still. "Just do this for my sake Raphael." Cleo said softly. He shouted and Cleo plunged the top of the bottle into his mouth.

He tried to pull it out but Cleo was stronger than him and kept it inside his mouth. After a while he started sucking on the end of the bottle and drinking the shiny white liquid. It made him stop struggling and lie on Cleo's shoulder, he even held the bottle where Cleo's hand was. He looked like a cute little baby, gently sucking from a milk bottle and blinking his eyes constantly. They stayed there in silence with only the sound of breathing.

The bottle was empty so Cleo pulled it out of his mouth. He was cuddling her again but this time, he was awake while doing so. She stroked him gently and softly.

After a while he sat back up and looked at Cerise. "S-So…." He began. "Are you really my mom?"

Cerise took his hands. "Yes, I am your mother. I came to Italy to find you."

He stared at her for the longest time, taking in everything. He stared down at the ground and started crying a little bit.

"Oh no no darling! Don't cry!" She pulled him into a hug. "It's alright now. I must have given you quite the shock from rising from the dead."

"B-But mom! You didn't have to die like that!" He hugged her back and put his face into her shoulder. "If you had just listened to dad and not gone to that concert!"

"Shh shh. Calm down my son." She replied.

He sniffed and dried his eyes. "I just don't understand it. You spent more time with me than dad did. He was always so busy in that basement making forgeries." His voice still sounded croaky.

Cerise frowned in a painful way. "Issac was only doing it to keep you alive. If he hadn't had made those forgeries and sold them, you would have died Raphael." She looked away from him. "And then they made him work longer and harder to make those disgusting artwork copies until eventually, they took him away from you."

"P-Please don't remind me mom." He said.

Cleo hugged him. "I feel so sorry for you Raphael."

"I-It's okay, I've learned to live with it for the past few years." He gave a little sobful laugh.

"Cousin Jean loves me very much, he was the only one in the family who actually paid attention to me instead of treating me like a piece of furniture. I remember visiting his convent once, when I was a little girl." She beamed down at him. "Don't worry Raphael. You'll find your father."

He tried to smile but he shook his head instead. "No. It's not just me anyone. I've got friends who know my secret and my mother by my side. I won't find him." He grabbed Cleo's hands. "We will find him."

"Yes!" Hans cheered. "Team Rapheo for the win!"

They looked at him with narrowed eyes. "You ship us too?" Phantom R sighed.

"How can't I? You two make the perfect couple!" He clapped his hands together.

Cerise took Phantom R's wrist and looked at his bracelet. "The Bracelet of Tiamat…" She murmured. "This simple piece of jewellery has more than meets the eye you know."

"Yeah, it has the ability to levitate objects off the ground doesn't it?" Phantom R agreed.

"It's not just that. It has a hidden ability that can only be granted by the undead." She bit her lip.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

She rose up and let her red hair fall, it was so long that it made a small red puddle of hair on the ground. "I can grant you the use of a specific demon, along with it's pendant."

"You can?" He stood up as well.

She nodded. "Leviathan, the demon of Envy. That bracelet is supposed to represent him."

"So….you can give me Leviathan?"

"Yes I can."

"Could you do it now?"

She closed her eyes and chanted an incarnation. Phantom R couldn't understand it but Hans confirmed to him afterwards that it was Hebrew. "בואו נסיך עכשיו שטני של גיהינום.." She chanted this over and over again. Suddenly water poured into the room. It kept building and building until eventually the whole room was underwater. Phantom R looked around him for any sight of the others, suddenly a black figure started swimming through the water towards him. It looked like a giant snake, maybe even a basilisk. As it got closer it's details and features became more legible. Scales shined in the grimy waters, a yellow eye stared at Phantom R. This was not a giant snake, it was a sea monster.

The whole room was suddenly, And I do mean suddenly, drained of all the vile liquid. All that was left in the room was the group and a scary looking sea dragon looking down upon Phantom R. This was him, Leviathan, the demon of Envy. He bent his head down and let Phantom R stroke his scaly head. He wrapped his tail around him and presented him with the pendant around his neck. Phantom R took a closer look at it. It was an eye with a green jewel in the middle of it. The chain that was holding it was the shape of ivy and painted gold. The pendant of Envy.

Phantom R took it off of his neck. "Thanks buddy." Leviathan lowered him down and then went inside his bracelet.

Cerise smiled. "It seems like he's taken a liking to you already."

"Heh heh. He is pretty cool mom." Phantom R grinned while looking down at his bracelet.

Everyone went outside to bask in the moonlight. The beautiful landscape of Austria greeted them. The wind whistled through the trees and the dark fields.

He closed his eyes and listened to it. After all that he had been through he needed the sound of the calm breeze to reassure him.

He thought everything would be fine now. They just needed to find the rest of the pendants and find the cure for Marie. It couldn't be that hard right? Oh….if only it were that easy.

A agitated and frightened voice cried through the ghost town. His eyes flew open. He recognized that voice. There was no mistaking the poshness or proper way this person was using it.

It was Jean Francios.

End of Chapter 14