Yay! MY computer is all better! :)
Well, for the most part anyway...
Wait a minute.. Roxtonette Rissy, why didn't you review the first time you read it? lol (;
Alright, so here is the chapter you've all been waiting for. Sorry that it took so long to get it posted, but I'm actually witting this one out by hand, and then typing it. Very annoying, let me tell you. :s.
Damnit, I can't believe they ended the season like that! Argh!
I know some of you haven't seen the new episode yet, and I know that most of you are very anti-spoiler, so I won't say anything. But just know that I'm VERY mad at those LW people who think it's all right to... *Black bar appears across CC's mouth*
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A soft muttering pierced Marguerite's dreams. A prayer, whispered in a language she could almost remember. And that voice... Marguerite opened her eyes and found herself faced with a glowing silver dagger. Her attacker's face was hidden within cloak and shadow, but as the dagger lowered towards her, Marguerite found she didn't care who wielded it.
Her arms flew upward, gripping her attacker's wrists and keeping the dagger out of her chest. Marguerite's screams pierced the early morning silence. And after a few moments, she could hear her friends coming to her rescue.
"Marguerite!" Roxton exclaimed as he burst into her room.
The others weren't far behind.
"Get this mad man off of me!" Marguerite shrieked.
The dagger was getting closer.
Roxton and Malone rushed forward, each grabbing one of the attacker's arms, and pulled him away from Marguerite.
The heiress leapt from her bed, trembling slightly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Marguerite demanded. "Civilized people do not sneak into bedrooms and kill others while they sleep!" Her voice was shrill.
"You've done it enough times." The attacker spat, struggling against Roxton and Malone.
The silver dagger lay forgotten upon the floor.
"You're no man." Marguerite noted, suspicious.
"Of course not!" The woman snapped. "Let GO of me!" She ordered.
"And let you kill Marguerite?" Challenger chuckled from the doorway, where he and Veronica still stood. "I should think not."
Marguerite stepped towards her attacker boldly.
"Well, lets see who you are!" She said as she yanked the hood of the cloak away from the woman's face.
The woman's dark, curly hair was tied back with a length of navy blue ribbon. Her steel grey eyes glaring at Marguerite. The heiress paled visibly, her own grey eyes widening in shock.
"What's the matter?" The woman demanded. "Nothing to say to your little sister?"
"You.. you're dead." Marguerite insisted, falling back a step.
"Obviously not." The woman snapped.
"No. They.. they told me you had died. That the fever had killed you." Marguerite insisted.
"And you were just too eager to believe it. You were so relived that you were finally free of me. You didn't even ask if there was a funeral. You just accepted it!" She screamed.
"Accepted it?!" Marguerite shrieked back.
"Ladies, please." Challenger interrupted them.
Marguerite's sister shook Roxton and Malone away from her, and Roxton moved to Marguerite's side. Ready to protect her should her sister try and harm her again.
The two women regarded one another fiercely.
"Why did they lie to me?" Marguerite demanded, her voice considerably lower.
"Had the nuns told you I lived, they knew you would take me." She explained. "And they were afraid I'd turn out exactly like you."
Marguerite's eyes hardened.
"Yes, I can see you've turned out *so* much better than I did." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"Careful, Nicole, you're claws are showing."
"That name died when you did." Marguerite snapped. "Unlike you, Victoria, I didn't like the name the nuns gave me."
"I dropped that name years ago." She insisted. "I had to, after that little stunt you pulled."
"Get out." Marguerite hissed.
"As soon as I do what I came here to do."
She lunged at Marguerite, but Malone grabbed her from behind.
"Why don't we get some breakfast?" He suggested as he held the woman back.
Malone practically had to drag her out of the room, with Veronica and Challenger following behind. This left only Roxton and Marguerite.
The heiress fell back onto her bed, dazed.
"My sister's alive." She murmured, shocked.
"You never mentioned that you had a sister." Roxton's voice was strained and accusing.
"Roxton, please." Marguerite snapped.
"I just don't see how you could forget to mention something like that." Roxton snapped back.
"Damnit." Marguerite raised her voice. "I don't need this right now, all right? My little sister, who I've thought dead for the past 16 years, just tried to kill me while I was sleeping!"
Roxton sighed as he sat down beside her.
"You're right. I'm sorry." He apologized.
Marguerite nodded numbly, and Roxton's heart ached at the sight of her. She looked so broken. Like a lost child. He couldn't think of a time when she had looked so hurt.
He didn't say anything. Instead, he stood, pulling her up with him. Wordlessly, Roxton pulled Marguerite into a tight embrace. Marguerite didn't have any words either. She just clung to him, burring her face in his chest.
But, eventually, she pulled away.
"I should get dressed." Marguerite spoke softly.
Roxton wiped a stray tear away with his thumb, and kissed her forehead lovingly.
"I'll let you do that then." He smiled gently before leaving the room.
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So, there you go. lol, Veggie5, I actually love Marguerite to death. And don't worry, she and Roxton don't die in this one. Or, at least, I'm not planning on it. And as far as the character death thing, lol, I just seem to get more reviews that way :D
Also, no worries, I think I figured out where I'm taking this. Or, at least I know what I'm doing for the next few chapters. No writers block yet.
Pretty please, review. It makes me extra happy :). Unlike a certain LW season finale.. *mutters*
But, anyway, you just press that little button and type something pretty. Or, not so pretty if you don't like my story. Next chapter coming soon. Want to know why M's sister is trying to kill her? You'll find out next chapter! Just review my fic, darnit! (Pretty please. With a toy mouse on top?)
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
Well, for the most part anyway...
Wait a minute.. Roxtonette Rissy, why didn't you review the first time you read it? lol (;
Alright, so here is the chapter you've all been waiting for. Sorry that it took so long to get it posted, but I'm actually witting this one out by hand, and then typing it. Very annoying, let me tell you. :s.
Damnit, I can't believe they ended the season like that! Argh!
I know some of you haven't seen the new episode yet, and I know that most of you are very anti-spoiler, so I won't say anything. But just know that I'm VERY mad at those LW people who think it's all right to... *Black bar appears across CC's mouth*
=^..^=
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A soft muttering pierced Marguerite's dreams. A prayer, whispered in a language she could almost remember. And that voice... Marguerite opened her eyes and found herself faced with a glowing silver dagger. Her attacker's face was hidden within cloak and shadow, but as the dagger lowered towards her, Marguerite found she didn't care who wielded it.
Her arms flew upward, gripping her attacker's wrists and keeping the dagger out of her chest. Marguerite's screams pierced the early morning silence. And after a few moments, she could hear her friends coming to her rescue.
"Marguerite!" Roxton exclaimed as he burst into her room.
The others weren't far behind.
"Get this mad man off of me!" Marguerite shrieked.
The dagger was getting closer.
Roxton and Malone rushed forward, each grabbing one of the attacker's arms, and pulled him away from Marguerite.
The heiress leapt from her bed, trembling slightly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Marguerite demanded. "Civilized people do not sneak into bedrooms and kill others while they sleep!" Her voice was shrill.
"You've done it enough times." The attacker spat, struggling against Roxton and Malone.
The silver dagger lay forgotten upon the floor.
"You're no man." Marguerite noted, suspicious.
"Of course not!" The woman snapped. "Let GO of me!" She ordered.
"And let you kill Marguerite?" Challenger chuckled from the doorway, where he and Veronica still stood. "I should think not."
Marguerite stepped towards her attacker boldly.
"Well, lets see who you are!" She said as she yanked the hood of the cloak away from the woman's face.
The woman's dark, curly hair was tied back with a length of navy blue ribbon. Her steel grey eyes glaring at Marguerite. The heiress paled visibly, her own grey eyes widening in shock.
"What's the matter?" The woman demanded. "Nothing to say to your little sister?"
"You.. you're dead." Marguerite insisted, falling back a step.
"Obviously not." The woman snapped.
"No. They.. they told me you had died. That the fever had killed you." Marguerite insisted.
"And you were just too eager to believe it. You were so relived that you were finally free of me. You didn't even ask if there was a funeral. You just accepted it!" She screamed.
"Accepted it?!" Marguerite shrieked back.
"Ladies, please." Challenger interrupted them.
Marguerite's sister shook Roxton and Malone away from her, and Roxton moved to Marguerite's side. Ready to protect her should her sister try and harm her again.
The two women regarded one another fiercely.
"Why did they lie to me?" Marguerite demanded, her voice considerably lower.
"Had the nuns told you I lived, they knew you would take me." She explained. "And they were afraid I'd turn out exactly like you."
Marguerite's eyes hardened.
"Yes, I can see you've turned out *so* much better than I did." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"Careful, Nicole, you're claws are showing."
"That name died when you did." Marguerite snapped. "Unlike you, Victoria, I didn't like the name the nuns gave me."
"I dropped that name years ago." She insisted. "I had to, after that little stunt you pulled."
"Get out." Marguerite hissed.
"As soon as I do what I came here to do."
She lunged at Marguerite, but Malone grabbed her from behind.
"Why don't we get some breakfast?" He suggested as he held the woman back.
Malone practically had to drag her out of the room, with Veronica and Challenger following behind. This left only Roxton and Marguerite.
The heiress fell back onto her bed, dazed.
"My sister's alive." She murmured, shocked.
"You never mentioned that you had a sister." Roxton's voice was strained and accusing.
"Roxton, please." Marguerite snapped.
"I just don't see how you could forget to mention something like that." Roxton snapped back.
"Damnit." Marguerite raised her voice. "I don't need this right now, all right? My little sister, who I've thought dead for the past 16 years, just tried to kill me while I was sleeping!"
Roxton sighed as he sat down beside her.
"You're right. I'm sorry." He apologized.
Marguerite nodded numbly, and Roxton's heart ached at the sight of her. She looked so broken. Like a lost child. He couldn't think of a time when she had looked so hurt.
He didn't say anything. Instead, he stood, pulling her up with him. Wordlessly, Roxton pulled Marguerite into a tight embrace. Marguerite didn't have any words either. She just clung to him, burring her face in his chest.
But, eventually, she pulled away.
"I should get dressed." Marguerite spoke softly.
Roxton wiped a stray tear away with his thumb, and kissed her forehead lovingly.
"I'll let you do that then." He smiled gently before leaving the room.
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So, there you go. lol, Veggie5, I actually love Marguerite to death. And don't worry, she and Roxton don't die in this one. Or, at least, I'm not planning on it. And as far as the character death thing, lol, I just seem to get more reviews that way :D
Also, no worries, I think I figured out where I'm taking this. Or, at least I know what I'm doing for the next few chapters. No writers block yet.
Pretty please, review. It makes me extra happy :). Unlike a certain LW season finale.. *mutters*
But, anyway, you just press that little button and type something pretty. Or, not so pretty if you don't like my story. Next chapter coming soon. Want to know why M's sister is trying to kill her? You'll find out next chapter! Just review my fic, darnit! (Pretty please. With a toy mouse on top?)
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
