Disclaimer: If I owned Montparnasse, well, we all know what he would be :)
Author's Note: Chapter Two in all its vampire Montparnasse goodness! What will Montparnasse do? he's just been attacked by the most gorgeous vampire in the world? And how come women continue to stay away from him, especially the most important woman of all-Eponine? WARNING: This chapter has some *but not alot* inappropriate language that may be deemed offensive. Also, one part in here is downright freaky. Not that much, but just in case, you have been warned.
Montparnasse awoke with a groan and focused his eyes on the face in front of him. It was Babet's. The man looked down on his young comrade and said in a vicious whisper. "You know, had Gueulemer not chased away that broad that was attacking you last night, you would of been dead. That was a vampire, all right..." Babet trailed off and Montparnasse sank back into oblivion.
Montparnasse awoke again with a start. He felt slightly feverish, but then again he was lucky to be alive. His hand went to the two bite-size marks on the side of his neck, and he shivered. Stiffly sitting up, Montparnasse checked himself out in the mirror and brushed his hair with his fingers. He managed a smile, and froze. The creature staring back at him wasn't who he thought it should be. He looked like Montparnasse, with the big black eyes and the ebony thick curly hair. Only it wasn't him. As Montparnasse stared closer into the mirror, he could see two small dagger like fangs producing from where his incisors should be. He was deathly pale, and his face seemed not to copy Montparnasse's look of terror. It had the look of a sneer, a vicious sneer that read, "Ha ha I got you." Montparnasse jumped back from the mirror as though the had been electrocuted, and sat on the bare wood floor, panting. "What the hell was that?" thought Montparnasse aloud as he tried to remain calm and stop his hands from shaking. Mustering up his courage, the boy thief stood and looked at himself in the mirror, afraid of the answer. Again he smiled. The fangs were still there. Just then, Claquesous floated into the room. The ghostly figure stuck to the corner of the room like glue, hiding his face as usual. Montparnasse figured he was dreaming. "Claquesous, hit me." Montparnasse asked. Claquesous stared. "Hit you?" the man hissed. "Why?" "I have to be dreaming." Montparnasse reasoned. "I looked in the mirror twice today, and I saw not my reflection, but one of a vampire's. Yet he looked exactly like me, except...more dead, I guess." The ethereal figure floated over to the boy and punched him across the mouth so hard, that blood started to flow. Claquesous looked down at his young companion sprawled on the ground and licked his lips. Without fully knowing what he was doing, Claquesous knelt down next to his friend and slowly started to lick the blood away from the boy's mouth. Montparnasse's wide black eyes popped open, and he jumped away from the man with a screech. "Oh! La Vache! *damn it!* what the fuck do you think you're doing Claquesous! I told you to hit me, not attack me! Damn this dream just keeps getting weirder and weirder! Now what are you doing, Claquesous?" The shadow man was huddled back in his corner, a puzzled look on his mysterious face. "My God, 'Parnasse." The man said softly, using Montparnasse's baby name. "You really are a vampire."
Author's Note: Chapter Two in all its vampire Montparnasse goodness! What will Montparnasse do? he's just been attacked by the most gorgeous vampire in the world? And how come women continue to stay away from him, especially the most important woman of all-Eponine? WARNING: This chapter has some *but not alot* inappropriate language that may be deemed offensive. Also, one part in here is downright freaky. Not that much, but just in case, you have been warned.
Montparnasse awoke with a groan and focused his eyes on the face in front of him. It was Babet's. The man looked down on his young comrade and said in a vicious whisper. "You know, had Gueulemer not chased away that broad that was attacking you last night, you would of been dead. That was a vampire, all right..." Babet trailed off and Montparnasse sank back into oblivion.
Montparnasse awoke again with a start. He felt slightly feverish, but then again he was lucky to be alive. His hand went to the two bite-size marks on the side of his neck, and he shivered. Stiffly sitting up, Montparnasse checked himself out in the mirror and brushed his hair with his fingers. He managed a smile, and froze. The creature staring back at him wasn't who he thought it should be. He looked like Montparnasse, with the big black eyes and the ebony thick curly hair. Only it wasn't him. As Montparnasse stared closer into the mirror, he could see two small dagger like fangs producing from where his incisors should be. He was deathly pale, and his face seemed not to copy Montparnasse's look of terror. It had the look of a sneer, a vicious sneer that read, "Ha ha I got you." Montparnasse jumped back from the mirror as though the had been electrocuted, and sat on the bare wood floor, panting. "What the hell was that?" thought Montparnasse aloud as he tried to remain calm and stop his hands from shaking. Mustering up his courage, the boy thief stood and looked at himself in the mirror, afraid of the answer. Again he smiled. The fangs were still there. Just then, Claquesous floated into the room. The ghostly figure stuck to the corner of the room like glue, hiding his face as usual. Montparnasse figured he was dreaming. "Claquesous, hit me." Montparnasse asked. Claquesous stared. "Hit you?" the man hissed. "Why?" "I have to be dreaming." Montparnasse reasoned. "I looked in the mirror twice today, and I saw not my reflection, but one of a vampire's. Yet he looked exactly like me, except...more dead, I guess." The ethereal figure floated over to the boy and punched him across the mouth so hard, that blood started to flow. Claquesous looked down at his young companion sprawled on the ground and licked his lips. Without fully knowing what he was doing, Claquesous knelt down next to his friend and slowly started to lick the blood away from the boy's mouth. Montparnasse's wide black eyes popped open, and he jumped away from the man with a screech. "Oh! La Vache! *damn it!* what the fuck do you think you're doing Claquesous! I told you to hit me, not attack me! Damn this dream just keeps getting weirder and weirder! Now what are you doing, Claquesous?" The shadow man was huddled back in his corner, a puzzled look on his mysterious face. "My God, 'Parnasse." The man said softly, using Montparnasse's baby name. "You really are a vampire."