!**[A/N: In this chapter there is limes and rape, Just a warning]**!
Genevieve usually dreamt of the same thing when she closed her eyes. She was in a void of color, spinning around and around and around until she got dizzy. Then she would always find herself planted in a field of flowers and someone would tell her to pick some but only the right ones. She always picked five simple daisies, because they were so pretty to her but also very boring. She honestly didn't know why she picked those when there were so many other gorgeous flowers. The next part of her dream is what she hated the most.
The person told her she had picked the wrong flowers and when she looked in her basket they were replaced with vines that wrapped around her arms and dug their thorns into her until she bleed out, unable to ever feel or pick flowers again. The same process was repeated until she was filled with holes everywhere, even her mouth and eyes then she would melt into a puddle of blood and turn all the flowers red, tainting the perfect garden thus making the gardener, or so that's who she thought was speaking to her, very angry.
She would then find herself being buried alive, or whatever she was at the moment, with nothing but the smell of dirt and green roots to comfort her. She stood there motionless until her skin would begin to crawl and something disgusting would happen that would awaken her. She would see herself as if this was a film and she could see herself lying in the dirt and she would see what sickened her to the core. In each hole that had been drilled by the thorns was a slimy, wiggling, worm. She would scream and wake up and Li-Jin would be there or one of her sisters to tell her it was just a dream and that soon very soon, she would be relieved of all those things and not be able to sleep or even dream.
She thought that would be utter bliss, to escape her mental hell. But now none of her sisters were there and Li-Jin was gone, she had a new family now and she didn't want to say it but couldn't help but to think that they were better too. Sebastian, her rightful father, was handsome and strong, fluent in every language, and had a very charming smile and properness with an attitude she wished she had. Ciel, she supposed he was her mother now although she considered his title would be step-father or father number two but she gave him the dignity he deserved and would call him Ciel for he was not her true father though she loved him still.
She thought besides her father Ciel was the most attractive demon she had seen, more so beautiful than handsome. Porcelain skin, big blue yes, and feathery hair. He was incredibly intellectual and used very large words, he was easy to upset, humorous at times, openly honest to her, and dominant and like his true demon name stated he was a born leader. She admired his criminal and genius mind and his accent too, much more prominent than Sebastian's. Though she had only known him for a week now she could not help but feel an attachment to him.
He was teaching her chess, a game she found incredibly entertaining and enriching and they partook in reading college level books together for story books could only do so much for her. She loved learning new things about the world around her and above her, as much as possible. She did, on occasion, read a book meant for a younger person or a person who just was reading for enjoyment but they were human books that were very popular in English culture. Sherlock Holmes (whom she had a crush on), Gulliver's Travels, The Arabian nights, and such things like that and she was to be well versed in the writings of dear Shakespeare-who she adored to no end. She found herself somber at the end of Romeo and Juliet, stating that although all is fair in love in war that she wished they had gotten a happier end than all that.
She also picked up a book called Faust to which the very title made Sebastian cringe in thought of his eight-legged nemesis he defeated, including a character that was named Doctor Faustus which brought up even more bad memories. Books of Dickens, Stowe, Jules Vern, Victor Hugo, and the beloved Carroll classic Alice in Wonderland were all read by her. As well as a book of poems and songs to which she found she could not pair music with. She enjoyed the American fairy tale every now and then but where she had wanted Romeo and Juliet to not die she soon found it was much better as a grim story (which she also learned to read the Grimm stories) and that happy endings were unrealistic, at least the way they worded it was.
She had her nose buried in everything from Emily Dickerson to Moby Dick, expanding her little mind until it was full to burst with knowledge. Sebastian and Ciel could not hope for a better, well mannered child. She never cried or whined, she loved whatever they gave her, and complained not once. When she met anyone she curtsied deeply and greeted them properly, when she attended school (school was a loose sense of the word as she was homeschooled) she stood erect and listened. She dressed herself, said thank you and excuse me every chance she got, she was the most polite, well bred, sweetest demon child there ever was which made Ciel find it almost a large joke that she was the half-sister to the spawn of Satan and yet the actual spawn acted like a brat while the half sister acted like a saint (and that in itself was a joke too!)
While she was kind to everyone she did have her boiling points but tried to be reasonable and logical, nowhere near the short fuse of Ciel but more like her father, dignified and aplomb, boldly truthful even if it stung people's opinions, and even though it seemed she had not a violent bone in her body Sebastian was happy to report that when a child made fun of Ciel(for no reason really, children just seemed to either like or hate him) Genevieve was quick to snap his neck, much to his parents displeasure and shock but the child was a demon, he would not die, so they let it off as a warning to her to which she shortly replied,
"I would say you should learn how to teach your children some manners but that would require you having some first."
Oh how Sebastian loved her all the more in that moment and found Li-Jin was correct, she was a smart ass and that was very much like Sebastian. Very brazen, when need be and politely curt. She was dainty otherwise, sipped tea like a real lady and crossed her legs too. She never minded being alone but Ciel hated to have to do it anyways and so did Sebastian but they had pressing matters at hand. They were just lucky Lafayette or Cinis hadn't seen or heard of her yet but it would have to happen eventually. So today when they left to train and control a rowdy army of demons Genevieve was left sitting on small chair that mimicked Ciel's, with a book by writings of Sebastian's favored author and poet, Sir Edgar Allen Poe called 'The masque of the red death' when she felt heavy sleep dawn on her.
She didn't want to sleep though, in fact she had denied herself sleep for three days, surviving only on very sweet blood and a good poem or two. When she did sleep she buried her face in her pillow, suffocating herself but trying to get nothing but darkness in her mind. It never worked. She would bite back her screams when she awoke, she didn't want to bother her father or Ciel but it was hard to heavily cry in the pillow and pass it off as breathing. As she would meet and greet people, arise every day, or even sip her blood she would still feel the worms wiggling inside her. So she tried, once again, to snuff out all light sources around her, and once again she couldn't.
The dream started the same and she was in the same garden but she told herself this had to stop. She told herself, 'pick different flowers' then again they could all be wrong. Some of the flowers seemed to be glowing to her, should she pick those? Was it a trap? She had to take that risk as she stooped down to pick them, fearful of their thorns, but when she picked them the thorns vanished, except on one of them. In her basket were two roses- a black one and a yellow one(the yellow one still had thorns). The yellow one lost those thorns had turned blue all the sudden making the voice grow pleased.
"You have chosen correctly."
Instead of being surrounded by thorns, soft petals caressed her, fluttering in the wind like confetti. Through the petals she could see two people, holding the roses in their hands with smiles. She could barely make them out. She squinted but they seemed to get farther and farther away. She wanted to be close to them but to no avail, something was pulling her away and out of her dream. She woke up from her dream, miserable she did not get to see who the people were. For some reason they made her feel warm and welcome, but then again anything was better than being worm-filled. In front of her was a young demon girl with very frizzy hair wearing a lavender jacket or perhaps a dress, smiling dopily at her.
"Oh hello there little one, have you lost your way?"
"Hi there, what are you doing in sea-shell's chair?"
"Sea shell? Do you mean lord Phantomhive…I mean, Ciel?"
"Yeah yeah! Where are he and Sea-bass?"
"Sebastian and he are doing some training in preparation for the upcoming war. Have you not heard about it?"
"War? You mean people fight? Great, more fight. I hate fight."
"It is necessary; when war is present demons must fight to protect their creator Lord Satan. Brutish force must be used; diplomacy is not something most demons can do, especially when they are up against such a threat."
"You talk like a big kid! Like Sea-shell!"
"I hardly think Ciel is a kid, he is a grown man. But I will take the compliment. Thank you very much. What are you doing here?"
"Sea shell and Sea- Bass are my friends."
"Are they now? They never told me about you."
"What? They silly. My name Cinis, what yours?"
"Genevieve Michealis, daughter of Sebastian Michealis. A pleasure to meet you lady Cinis."
"Daughter? He has kiddies? Why he no tell me?"
"Your English must be worked on, my lady, but you are so small you may not know how to speak proper. Yes, most recently he has discovered that he and I are of the same blood, in lamens terms, he just found out he has, as you say 'kiddies'.
"Can we play?"
"But of course, I have time. I haven't played with anyone close to my age in a week or so, my adoptive sisters were much too…conceited…I mean, they cared a lot about how pretty they were."
"Being pretty is good! You are pretty!"
"Thank you, but a lesson you must learn is beauty is not everything. What shall we play then? Shall I teach you chess? It's a riveting game."
"Not sure what ribbit mean, frogs make that noise, yes? Chess boring! Play dollies!"
"Dollies? I'm afraid I have no dollies."
"Why not?"
"No reason, honestly. Would you like to play hide and go seek, I'm rather good at it."
"Oh! That game I like! Okay you go hide, I count."
"Can you count young one?"
"Yes! I not stupids! Go on hide!"
Genevieve shrugged as she placed her bookmarked book down and began to hide, thinking at the very least this childish game would help build sharper senses and get physical activity out of her. Cinis was on number nine when Ciel came storming in, utterly pissed and throwing his jacket off in a huff. He looked tired and downright stressed, about to blow like a volcano.
"I can't believe him, the nerve of that guy! I should have him executed!"
"I certainly agree, you are his commanding officer now, respect comes with the package. Did you not tell him so the other day? I should like to behead him myself." Sebastian was equally peeved, his brows furrowed and eyes slightly glowing, not even noticing the small child who was paused at number nine, not sure whether she should leap for glee or keep counting.
"Oh please do! Because that would be fucking wonderful! Excuse my language Cinis….CINIS!? What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
"Furthermore where is Genevieve?" Sebastian pondered in a half whisper looking around for her but finding no sign of her other that the book she was reading and her hair ribbon, which she took out when she slept even if she fell asleep on accident her hand mechanically would take it off because it bothered her so.
"I am right here dearest papa," Genevieve called, peering out from her hiding spot to see Ciel nearly fuming with anger, so close to exploding that Sebastian stepped a few inches away.
"You weren't supposed to come out yet!" Cinis hissed, throwing a pillow at her
"Ow! Uncalled for, most rude!"
"Cinis," Sebastian spoke in a slightly dark voice, "don't do that again."
"Don't be cross father, dear; she is but a child, younger than I. Besides it was a pillow not a machete. I am not hurt, not in the least. So, how do you know this young girl? She says she is your friend."
"Yup. We are friends forever!" She squealed, jumping up and down
"Friends by force more like. She is…well how should I put it. Well, perhaps an introduction. Genevieve, this is your half sister, Cinis."
"My…my half sister? You mean to say you had another child?"
"SISTER!" Cinis cried, running toward her, not caring that she didn't know that this girl actually came out of her mother too and wasn't logically explaining that this was Sebastian's child too and wondering whether or not she herself was his child and also thought half sister meant something entirely different than what it really meant.
"Remember what I told you about Lafayette, your mother, she had a child after you with…someone else."
"Oh, I see. I hadn't a clue, really. I shall cherish this little half sister, then. Is her last name Michealis too?" She asked, hugging her half sister who was squeezing the life out of her.
"Certainly not. She isn't my creation. Her last name is her mother's- Lybelle."
"I like that last name very much. Sounds very French. I should very much like to get acquainted with her."
"Now we can be sisters forever! You can play dress up with me and dollies!"
Sebastian dreaded the idea of the two playing with each other. He wanted nothing to do with this child, nothing at all or its mother but knew it could not be avoided. He hoped that Genevieve would rub some culture off onto the little she demon. They didn't have to grow up together or sleep together or all that, most likely Cinis would not even have time for her when the time came for her training as Satan's spawn. So he would indulge in this, if only to see the outcome.
"Oh well I'm so glad everyone is having such a wonderful time," Ciel sarcastically spoke up, a growl in his voice. It was more than apparent that he was about to lose his top and had been standing there, fists shaking, face reddening, and eyebrows twitching in silence. He looked so ready to kill someone it was scaring everyone in the room, "I'm so happy you are all getting along. Would anyone like a cup of tea while we're at it? Perhaps some crumpets?"
"Ciel, please, calm yourself," Sebastian soothingly said, trying to calm the storm that was raging as Ciel's voice got louder and louder. "Children I suggest you leave. Ciel might be having a meltdown."
Without another word the two girls nodded before running right out of the room leaving the livid demon and his concerned lover there alone. Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose at the state Ciel was in, sighing heavily before he calmly went up to him and touched his shoulder causing the now hypersensitive man to smack his hand away and growl at him, his eyes very pink now and his horns stood there from out of his hair just as mean as he was. Sebastian growled back, the same way Ciel had, heated with vehemence, his eyes going to their demonic hue of pinkish red with the black cat like slits in them, his demon horns, too were prominent and curled against his head.
"Don't touch me! I'm not in the mood!"
"You need to take a breath!"
"You need to get the fuck out!"
"You need to shut up and calm down!"
"You shut up! You have no idea the day I had!"
"I was there thick-headed demon! I know everything! Now, kindly put away your claws and we can talk like gentleman."
"No!" Ciel shouted whilst childishly crossing his arms despite being, in physical appearance and actual human age, around twenty-ish.
"I'm warning you Ciel, breathe a little, and just calm yourself, alright? I know you had a tough day and that asshole would not listen to you and was being mighty stubborn but you need to just sit down. I mean it, relax or else."
"You don't own me! I can act as I please! I've had it up to here with people bossing me around and such! They think they are all high and mighty, well Satan chose me, not them! By the fires of hell, I am going to rip off your face if you so much as put a finger on me, so I suggest you get out if you want me to calm down so much!"
Sebastian didn't hear anything besides the first sentence. You don't own me. The words were echoed in his head like the space was empty like a cave and didn't have a sinister mind inside it. The words wrapped around him and constricted his heart and body so he couldn't move. His eyes were red by this point, his teeth large and sharp enough to rival Pluto's, his claws had ripped right through his gloves, his stare incredibly scary yet provocative at the same time, he was certain his physical appearance changed more than that. A devil tail with a very pointed end made itself known, positioning behind him so he looked like a scorpion ready to strike.
"Is that what you think, now?" Sebastian asked, his voice dark, husky, deep, rugged and all around demonic, defiantly not his and yet so much his that it couldn't be anyone else's. He chuckled, evil, cruel, and damned sexy too.
"You think I don't own you, my pet~" He asked, tilting his head to the side, his skin a little paler, his smile was giving Ciel all sorts of mixed signals. Fear or frustration, anger or arousal? The way he dragged out 'my pet', the way he purred it, the way he rolled his tongue like he was a Latin, born and raised, was very sensual. His pants suddenly became much too short on him allowing his lovely leather boots to become more prominent. In his hand was a black leather whip which he occasionally cracked on the floor to make a bold statement.
"Oh~ Ciel, Ciel, Ciel. You are dead wrong, baby. I own you, every part of you. You are mine. Got it?"
"You don't own me!" Ciel shrieked out again, the statement boldly placing itself in front of Sebastian who looked wounded yet dangerously angered. In his other hand was a knife which he twirled skillfully, smiling at it then at Ciel, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
"You little minx~ I dare you to say that again. I will make sure you know who owns you. You are mine, only mine! You are my property! If you do not know that by now then you will know when I am done with you. Provoke me further and I'll make you scream in more ways than one."
Ciel walked closer and closer until Sebastian and he were but a hair and a breath away from each other. Sebastian did not have enough digits to count the number of things he wanted to do to him at that moment. Something about his anger got him off really good. He wanted to be abused and he wanted to abuse, in the best meaning possible. Ciel disrupted all horny demon thoughts when he placed his hand on Sebastian's cheek gently, giving him the sweetest puppy eyes. Sebastian's eyes turned back to normal, warmed by the action. They might as well be already married, they acted as such. They knew each other well now, they could predict the others movements and thoughts, even phrases.
Ciel rubbed Sebastian's chest so sincerely that his heart fluttered and his touches so feathered and gentle that it gave Sebastian goose bumps, making him lightly shudder. He was used to rough hostility but not to loving strokes and softness. This was a new kind of erotic, in a weird way to explain it the feeling was like Ciel was turning on his heart, appealing to his senses of romance not his senses of sexuality. They could both be sexual fiends, completely crazed but when they took the time to just sit there and hold each other that is when they exposed themselves the most. It made them vulnerable and open, more naked than ever.
It was so tender and heartfelt that they could have cried or died from the emotion for neither of them had such a strong love like this before. "Ciel," Sebastian whispered, as warm as possible and as gentle as a baby. No moaning, no grunting, just sighs of adoration and perhaps confusion. Ciel whispered his name back, making his legs go to jello. Every time he said his name, every time, it did something to him. This particular time he was oozing with passion, not sexual passion, just passion. His heart was about to explode. He was dizzy and suddenly numb yet never felt so alive ever.
"Sebastian," He whispered again making Sebastian's heart jump.
"Yes my love?" He sweetly responded, now looking more like his normal self.
Then suddenly, and out of nowhere, a change was made. Ciel dug sharp nails into Sebastian's chest and growled menacingly, when he looked up his eyes were dark pink and a sinister smile was painted on his face. Then he said those damaging words and all considerate kindness was pushed out of him,
"You don't own me."
Sebastian knew then that his loving gestures earlier had been all false, to lure Sebastian into letting him get so close. Sebastian could not be bothered with his muddle of emotions. His true demon side took over, the side that frightened anyone who looked at him. The name he had was carnage but it should have been fear for even then Ciel felt like he was going to die for what he said and deep down inside his chest he felt dread from the face Sebastian had. He then wished he could take it back but nothing would fall on Sebastian's ears now. No mercy. This was him, the true him. Forget about English buttlering, forget about suave perfection, forget everything that was Sebastian. This was Trucidatio and before him was his mate, denying the very thing that made them mates. There was only one thing to do to make him accept the fact.
Force him.
Clothes were ripped to shred, a knife was brought into the fray, a whip too, not to mention claws and teeth, blood was everywhere, dark in its color, the pain was no longer pleasurable it was downright unbearable. He was not cutting to please, he was cutting to hurt because he too was pissed and hurt, deeply hurt and thus he deeply hurt Ciel. There weren't any kisses or sweet things said just curses and screams and blood. So much blood. Dripping from his body, his cheek, his chin, from Sebastian's fangs, from his claws. So much blood. Groans and moans were heard but all agonizing and pleads and cries were not heard.
Long gone was Sebastian, he wasn't even sure what he was doing anymore. The blood in his mouth tasted sinfully good. Ciel was gagged now, his screams muffled and he was plowed repeatedly from behind by something much too long and thick to be Sebastian but it was, Sebastian just made himself bigger. There was no love in his thrust and the force was not like their first time together. Ciel enjoyed pain but this pain wasn't inflicted for the cause of sexual pleasure but for suffering.
By the fifth time he was taken he couldn't even see very well but would not dare say it didn't feel good. No matter how rough or forceful or brutishly mean Sebastian was a master of pain and pleasure, able to combine both in any situation even one where he was taking advantage of someone. It still hurt, it was as painful as breaking bones but as said before it wasn't meant to be a good thing, it was meant to hurt and when you can feel the malice of someone's actions it doesn't matter how masochistic you are you don't want it. There is a type of pain that is unbearable to even the most sadistic of people- heart break. Cruelty of this nature was something even child molesters and murders could agree was something terrible. To feel unloved is the worst. Ciel let out a deafening scream into the rag.
Sooner than Ciel could even think he had Sebastian inside his now ungagged mouth, all of him. He only did what he did because he felt he had to, and part of him wanted to. He wanted to make Sebastian happy; this was his way of apologizing. Still Sebastian forced him harder and faster. His tail whipped out and took Ciel from behind which was not in the least bit enjoyable for it was thin and sharp like a spike.
"You are doing so well for someone who makes noises like he doesn't like it."
Of course he was, he loved the man still, despite his violence. Despite the fact that he literally had Sebastian's name carved all over him he could not hate the man. He knew very well why he was doing this had Ciel not provoked him as such he would have been much nicer about this. Ciel knew this was all his fault and he deserved this rough treatment. The fluid burned his scars but when Sebastian asked him, in the most spiteful of tones,
"You want more, don't you?"
Ciel nodded, because he did and he deserved to be used. It wasn't right of him to ignore or be rude like he did. Sebastian called him a whore and Ciel felt like he meant it this time. No playing around. He meant it. Ciel could agree, he was sure as hell acting like one. Sebastian remarked that it seemed like Ciel was actually enjoying all of this. Part of him, a little tiny part, was but a huge part hated it. Now he was sure he was going to be plunged into again but no. Something else. Sebastian was being terribly slow and gentle. Was he mocking the way Ciel had tricked him earlier? Ciel almost didn't care. It was starting to feel good but not enough to please him.
"You are mine. I own you. Say it!"
"Sebastian…"He weakly tried, finding himself much too emptied of breath to say much else but it was enough to break Sebastian. He could see Ciel's dried tears and feel his broken heart. What had he done? He looked over him and saw bruises, cuts, gashes, scars, whip marks and very unkind bite marks. Some of this would not fade in a day.
"By Satan…what have I done to you?"
"Don't…just take me again….I deserve this…"
"Don't say that! I hadn't meant for it to go this far…I just went crazy…"
"We all go a little crazy…"
"A little is a stretch."
Ciel could not help but chuckle a bit at the awkwardness of it all and the deep hidden innuendo there. Sebastian felt terrible for what he had done and struggled as he wrapped his arms around Ciel, forgetting he was still inside him making him squeal out.
"Oh by the third eye, I'm still in you, I'm sorry."
"Sebastian…stay in me."
"How can you say that after all I've done?"
"You own me; you can do whatever you wish to me as I to you. I love you; none of this pain will phase me as long as I know you love me too. Besides which, I am a little crazy too."
Sebastian could not respond with words, only with motion, making sure this time the humming and other sounds were more pleasure-based. All he heard now was the life-saving words: You own me. This was his mate, his lover, his one to be with forever. He most certainly did own him, but Ciel and Sebastian both knew something, Ciel owned Sebastian too. Even without contract. Love is just like that. They ended their love making with simply holding each other and Sebastian kissing away all his mistakes.
He felt such a strong need to make his presence known, to have dominance, to never let go of this love he had. He had lost Ciel so many times to other people and he didn't want that to happen again. When Ciel said those words it stabbed him painfully, it shattered him. He basically said they weren't mates. It was almost equivalent to "I hate you" or even worse, a break up. Sebastian didn't want that. He and Ciel were just mad, that was all, they had a tough day making sure the army was ship-shape but there was one in the ranks, the black and purple demon, who just refused to take their leadership seriously.
His remarks and attitude had gotten on Ciel's last nerve and instead of taking it out on him he took it out on Sebastian and Sebastian took his own frustration out on Ciel. Ciel kissed him, licking his bottom lip. Sebastian wondered how one could be so loving toward him when he just abused him. But that was the way of his lover and he accepted it. He was also very frisky and spontaneously aroused. Most demons are highly sexually active with their mates but even still Sebastian was always thrown just a tad off guard at how scandalous his mate was, even now he was acting as such even with everything that happened.
Sebastian could not deny him, he could not. He simply could not. Needless to say Ciel would not be able to walk when Sebastian was done, given everything else. Genevieve found her way back to their "home" with ease hoping all was okay. She was rather tired of playing with Cinis and hide and seek was so boring. Besides she wanted to be with her father and Ciel now more than anything. As she came into the room they stood there, welcoming her, both smiling and very happy now. She didn't have to ask, she was sure her father, in some way or another, made Ciel happy again. Then she flashed back to her dream and realized the two people in it were Ciel and Sebastian.
She pondered it for a while as they read the rest of the book together, as a family. What did her dream mean? Now she was a rational girl, commonsense was her sword, and so she thought there was some hidden meaning to it. So she deciphered to code like her beloved Holmes. It took her a while to find the symbolic meaning in it all but what she came up made her smile at the simplicity of the notion ad the mechanics of her mind. The five daises were her other sisters and the two roses were Ciel and Sebastian. It all made sense now. She kept getting hurt by the vines because it was a wrong choice, the voice had said. She realized that this meant something very elementary, as her Sherlock put it, that she did not belong with them, she belonged here.
This simple thing had tormented her for so long, this wanting to belong, and now it was resolved because now she belonged where she could fit in. She felt the word half sister mean something and thought, illogically, there were half daughters and that that's what she was to Li-Jin and now with Sebastian she was a daughter. A silly notion, not at all her kind of thinking, but made sense. With Li-Jin she was half a daughter, half a person and her new family with Ciel and Sebastian made her feel whole. Still, she remembered distinctly something that bothered her, other than the disgusting worms.
She thought and thought but could not come up with an answer. Why had the blue rose, Ciel's rose, been yellow before? Was it supposed to mean he was someone else before…or that maybe….maybe it was her mother? Then what did that mean? She had stayed up figuring it out. It could only mean one thing; Ciel was a better choice even though he wasn't the one who made her. Given the thorns that still stayed on her, she came up with one thing that Lafayette, her real mother, Cinis's mother, was a bad woman and on top of that there was another thing, one Genevieve took to heart, that Lafayette was also dangerous.
