Thanks again for all of the reviews. Although I find myself wondering if the people who read chapter one are still reading, or if they've fled in disgust at the fact that I killed Roxton, and he is still dead. I worry about the name I must be making for myself within this little community, lol. All right, how about this. When I am done with this fic, I'll go back, finish my first one, and fill it with much R/M fluff.
Also, I'm trying to show that the months without Roxton has made Marguerite emotionally numb. Although I'm not sure how well I'm doing that, lol. I tend to do most of my writing for this very late at night when I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open.
Hopefully, not all of you have boycotted my fic yet. lol, and hopefully you won't boycott all of my work from now on because of this evil little thing. (Yes, I'll admit that it's evil). But, now that you've started, you have to keep reading to find out how it ends. Hopefully, I haven't lost too many of you, because I like getting reviews. :)
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"How dare you." Marguerite practically spat.
Sidra found herself stepping away from the heiress as the flames in her eyes grew.
"Leave." She commanded. "And don't you *ever* come back here."
Sidra sighed.
"Fine." The angel caved. "I tried." She murmured softly.
And with that, Sidra turned around, and vanished back into the jungle. Marguerite took a deep breath, then another. But there was no avoiding it this time. With a sob, she slid to the earth and buried her head in her knees, her body shaking with the amount of sorrow rippling through her.
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"She was just going to the grave. She should have been back hours ago." Veronica spoke.
"I'm sure she's fine, Veronica." Challenger said as he scanned the ground below with his spying glass.
"How can you be so sure?" Veronica demanded.
"Because I can see her from here." Challenger chuckled. "She'll reach the treehouse in fifteen minutes at the most."
"Oh." Veronica replied lamely.
And, about fifteen minutes later, the elevator came to life, bringing Marguerite back into the safety of her home. For after so many years, it was more of a home to her now than London.
"I'm back." Marguerite called out.
"You were gone for quite some time." Challenger noted as she entered the room he and Veronica were in.
"Yes, well, you know me." Marguerite smiled weakly. "Once I start talking, I have a hard time shutting-up."
"Isn't that the truth." Veronica joked.
"Dinner is almost ready." Malone called from the kitchen.
"Dinner?" Marguerite asked, sounding confused. "Was I really gone that long?"
Veronica and Challenger regarded her, concern etched across their faces.
"I must have lost track of the time." Marguerite stumbled for an excuse. "There are so many trees, it's hard to track the passage of time sometimes."
"Of course." Challenger agreed. Even though he didn't really.
"We'd better go, before Malone has to call us again." Veronica changed the subject.
She and Challenger moved towards the door, but Marguerite remained where she was.
"Aren't you coming?" Challenger asked her.
"No. Actually, I was considering going to bed early. All that sun.. it made me pretty tired." Marguerite replied. "Save me some, and I'll eat it later."
"All right then. Sleep well." Challenger spoke as he left the room.
"Sweet dreams." Veronica added as she followed him.
"Sure." Marguerite muttered before making her way towards her bedroom.
Marguerite sat upon her bed slowly. As if she were afraid that if she moved too quickly, the world might slip out from under her.
"Angels." She scoffed as she eased herself into a 'laying down' position. "If that isn't the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.." She stopped, remembering.
'Roxton believed in angels.'
The thought slipped across the surface of her mind like quicksilver. Gone as quickly as it had appeared. The last thought to grace her mind before she fell into a restless slumber.
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"Roxton?" Marguerite called out.
He had been here a moment ago, but now, she couldn't find him. And where had all of this mist come from...
"John?" She tried once more.
"What is it?" He asked, appearing from out of the mist.
"Oh, John." Marguerite exclaimed as she practically threw herself into his arms. "I thought I had lost you."
"No, Marguerite. I'd never leave you." Roxton assured her as he held Marguerite close. "I'll always be right here to protect you from anything that might cause you harm."
Marguerite closed her eyes and leaned further into Roxton's arms. Trying her best to memorize how it felt, so she would always remember. It was his questioning voice that opened her eyes once more.
"Are you ready, my love?" He whispered so softly that Marguerite wasn't sure if he had actually spoken, or if she had just imagined it. But all the same, she pulled back a bit so that she might look at him properly.
"Ready for what?" She asked.
"For your destiny." Was his reply. "To do what you were born to do. Are you ready?"
"You aren't making any sense." Marguerite exclaimed, pulling away from his arms.
"You must be ready Marguerite." Roxton continued, his voice urgent. "You must be ready when the fates call you. For only you can save them."
"Save who?" Marguerite demanded.
"The realities. The innocents. Those who cannot save themselves." Roxton supplied. "Are you ready? You must be."
Marguerite noticed that the mist was getting thicker, and that she couldn't see Roxton as clearly as she could a few moments ago.
"John!" She cried out in alarm as she faded from sight. "Come back to me!"
"Marguerite, you must be ready." His voice whispered through the mists. "You must be ready. Marguerite, are you ready?"
Marguerite found herself alone once more, and she shivered with the chill in her bones.
"Marguerite Krux!" A voice thundered behind her.
Marguerite spun around quickly to face whatever called her.
She found Sidra there. But it was not the Sidra she had met by the grave. No. That Sidra had been a lunatic. This one was an angel.
Two perfect ivory wings stretched out on either side, and she wore a simple, yet blazing white sleeveless dress. At her hip hung a golden sword, and her dark hair whipped around in a wind that had appeared out of nowhere. And her eyes seemed to be exploding with fire. A fire that surrounded her entire body. Blazing with it's purity and purpose.
"The fate of every creature that has ever been rests upon your shoulders." The angelic vision spoke with a voice that echoed across eternity. "And yet, still you refuse to help us."
Sidra regarded the heiress before speaking again. Her next words were chosen carefully, and rang with a truth Marguerite couldn't deny.
"Look at yourself, child." Sidra exclaimed. "Look at who you have become! You are nothing but a shadow of your formal self! Your eyes have lost their flames. You will not eat, and you seem to have decided that sleep is not always necessary. You move through this world as a ghost might. Never really there, but unable to go anywhere else."
"And what would you have me do?" Marguerite shouted into the wind. "The man I love is dead. His body is cold and rotting within the ground. How can you expect me to be the same person I was when he was here, by my side?"
"Because you are stronger than that. You've just forgotten how strong you really are." Sidra smiled at her. "I've come to remind you." Sidra paused once more. "If you could have anything in the world, what would you want the most?" She asked.
"To have Roxton alive once more." Marguerite answered quickly, without even thinking about it.
The angel regarded her sadly.
"This is your first lesson Marguerite. You cannot always have what you want."
"Then why ask me?"
"Because I needed to know."
"That's stupid."
"Tell me something, Marguerite. Knowing that this deamon killed Roxton.. it doesn't anger you? Knowing how violently Roxton was ripped out of your life.. it doesn't make your blood boil? Will you let him separate others as he separated the two of you?"
Marguerite hesitated. Things weren't so clear anymore.
"Marguerite Krux!" Sidra thundered. "Answer me only this. Are you ready?"
Silence settled around them for a moment before the heiress answered.
"Yes." Marguerite spoke softly. "Yes!" She shouted into the winds. Loud, and filled with purpose. "Yes, I am ready!"
Marguerite sat up slowly, as if in a daze. It was dark now. The night had progressed quickly while she had been sleeping. The heiress placed her feet upon the floor, and rose from her bed. She knew what she had to do now.
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Even if you hate this fic and think it should burn, please review it. look on the bright side. I haven't cut Roxton out completely. He lives on in Marguerite's dreams. Yes, all right, so it isn't the same.. but it's better than nothing, no? Anywho, review. And I hope by now, you don't hate me *too* much. Bright side- Marguerite is now going to kick some deamon ass! Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster the next chapter gets posted :). I'll try and write it tonight.
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
Also, I'm trying to show that the months without Roxton has made Marguerite emotionally numb. Although I'm not sure how well I'm doing that, lol. I tend to do most of my writing for this very late at night when I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open.
Hopefully, not all of you have boycotted my fic yet. lol, and hopefully you won't boycott all of my work from now on because of this evil little thing. (Yes, I'll admit that it's evil). But, now that you've started, you have to keep reading to find out how it ends. Hopefully, I haven't lost too many of you, because I like getting reviews. :)
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"How dare you." Marguerite practically spat.
Sidra found herself stepping away from the heiress as the flames in her eyes grew.
"Leave." She commanded. "And don't you *ever* come back here."
Sidra sighed.
"Fine." The angel caved. "I tried." She murmured softly.
And with that, Sidra turned around, and vanished back into the jungle. Marguerite took a deep breath, then another. But there was no avoiding it this time. With a sob, she slid to the earth and buried her head in her knees, her body shaking with the amount of sorrow rippling through her.
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"She was just going to the grave. She should have been back hours ago." Veronica spoke.
"I'm sure she's fine, Veronica." Challenger said as he scanned the ground below with his spying glass.
"How can you be so sure?" Veronica demanded.
"Because I can see her from here." Challenger chuckled. "She'll reach the treehouse in fifteen minutes at the most."
"Oh." Veronica replied lamely.
And, about fifteen minutes later, the elevator came to life, bringing Marguerite back into the safety of her home. For after so many years, it was more of a home to her now than London.
"I'm back." Marguerite called out.
"You were gone for quite some time." Challenger noted as she entered the room he and Veronica were in.
"Yes, well, you know me." Marguerite smiled weakly. "Once I start talking, I have a hard time shutting-up."
"Isn't that the truth." Veronica joked.
"Dinner is almost ready." Malone called from the kitchen.
"Dinner?" Marguerite asked, sounding confused. "Was I really gone that long?"
Veronica and Challenger regarded her, concern etched across their faces.
"I must have lost track of the time." Marguerite stumbled for an excuse. "There are so many trees, it's hard to track the passage of time sometimes."
"Of course." Challenger agreed. Even though he didn't really.
"We'd better go, before Malone has to call us again." Veronica changed the subject.
She and Challenger moved towards the door, but Marguerite remained where she was.
"Aren't you coming?" Challenger asked her.
"No. Actually, I was considering going to bed early. All that sun.. it made me pretty tired." Marguerite replied. "Save me some, and I'll eat it later."
"All right then. Sleep well." Challenger spoke as he left the room.
"Sweet dreams." Veronica added as she followed him.
"Sure." Marguerite muttered before making her way towards her bedroom.
Marguerite sat upon her bed slowly. As if she were afraid that if she moved too quickly, the world might slip out from under her.
"Angels." She scoffed as she eased herself into a 'laying down' position. "If that isn't the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.." She stopped, remembering.
'Roxton believed in angels.'
The thought slipped across the surface of her mind like quicksilver. Gone as quickly as it had appeared. The last thought to grace her mind before she fell into a restless slumber.
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"Roxton?" Marguerite called out.
He had been here a moment ago, but now, she couldn't find him. And where had all of this mist come from...
"John?" She tried once more.
"What is it?" He asked, appearing from out of the mist.
"Oh, John." Marguerite exclaimed as she practically threw herself into his arms. "I thought I had lost you."
"No, Marguerite. I'd never leave you." Roxton assured her as he held Marguerite close. "I'll always be right here to protect you from anything that might cause you harm."
Marguerite closed her eyes and leaned further into Roxton's arms. Trying her best to memorize how it felt, so she would always remember. It was his questioning voice that opened her eyes once more.
"Are you ready, my love?" He whispered so softly that Marguerite wasn't sure if he had actually spoken, or if she had just imagined it. But all the same, she pulled back a bit so that she might look at him properly.
"Ready for what?" She asked.
"For your destiny." Was his reply. "To do what you were born to do. Are you ready?"
"You aren't making any sense." Marguerite exclaimed, pulling away from his arms.
"You must be ready Marguerite." Roxton continued, his voice urgent. "You must be ready when the fates call you. For only you can save them."
"Save who?" Marguerite demanded.
"The realities. The innocents. Those who cannot save themselves." Roxton supplied. "Are you ready? You must be."
Marguerite noticed that the mist was getting thicker, and that she couldn't see Roxton as clearly as she could a few moments ago.
"John!" She cried out in alarm as she faded from sight. "Come back to me!"
"Marguerite, you must be ready." His voice whispered through the mists. "You must be ready. Marguerite, are you ready?"
Marguerite found herself alone once more, and she shivered with the chill in her bones.
"Marguerite Krux!" A voice thundered behind her.
Marguerite spun around quickly to face whatever called her.
She found Sidra there. But it was not the Sidra she had met by the grave. No. That Sidra had been a lunatic. This one was an angel.
Two perfect ivory wings stretched out on either side, and she wore a simple, yet blazing white sleeveless dress. At her hip hung a golden sword, and her dark hair whipped around in a wind that had appeared out of nowhere. And her eyes seemed to be exploding with fire. A fire that surrounded her entire body. Blazing with it's purity and purpose.
"The fate of every creature that has ever been rests upon your shoulders." The angelic vision spoke with a voice that echoed across eternity. "And yet, still you refuse to help us."
Sidra regarded the heiress before speaking again. Her next words were chosen carefully, and rang with a truth Marguerite couldn't deny.
"Look at yourself, child." Sidra exclaimed. "Look at who you have become! You are nothing but a shadow of your formal self! Your eyes have lost their flames. You will not eat, and you seem to have decided that sleep is not always necessary. You move through this world as a ghost might. Never really there, but unable to go anywhere else."
"And what would you have me do?" Marguerite shouted into the wind. "The man I love is dead. His body is cold and rotting within the ground. How can you expect me to be the same person I was when he was here, by my side?"
"Because you are stronger than that. You've just forgotten how strong you really are." Sidra smiled at her. "I've come to remind you." Sidra paused once more. "If you could have anything in the world, what would you want the most?" She asked.
"To have Roxton alive once more." Marguerite answered quickly, without even thinking about it.
The angel regarded her sadly.
"This is your first lesson Marguerite. You cannot always have what you want."
"Then why ask me?"
"Because I needed to know."
"That's stupid."
"Tell me something, Marguerite. Knowing that this deamon killed Roxton.. it doesn't anger you? Knowing how violently Roxton was ripped out of your life.. it doesn't make your blood boil? Will you let him separate others as he separated the two of you?"
Marguerite hesitated. Things weren't so clear anymore.
"Marguerite Krux!" Sidra thundered. "Answer me only this. Are you ready?"
Silence settled around them for a moment before the heiress answered.
"Yes." Marguerite spoke softly. "Yes!" She shouted into the winds. Loud, and filled with purpose. "Yes, I am ready!"
Marguerite sat up slowly, as if in a daze. It was dark now. The night had progressed quickly while she had been sleeping. The heiress placed her feet upon the floor, and rose from her bed. She knew what she had to do now.
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Even if you hate this fic and think it should burn, please review it. look on the bright side. I haven't cut Roxton out completely. He lives on in Marguerite's dreams. Yes, all right, so it isn't the same.. but it's better than nothing, no? Anywho, review. And I hope by now, you don't hate me *too* much. Bright side- Marguerite is now going to kick some deamon ass! Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster the next chapter gets posted :). I'll try and write it tonight.
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~