Granted that this is my first attempt at a serious fic (Well maybe not that serious), you'll have to cut me some slack. This idea just popped into my head at school in a P.E lesson in a game of Murder medic. (Please don't ask)

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the Matrix, but the boy belongs to me.

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"What exactly is 'e?" she asked "'e is a program," he assured her in his thick french accent "That is all 'e is. Just another simple programme who was created by moi. Why does zis bother you so woman?" Persephone took a sip of wine and tilted her head up a little so she could see her husband better "'E seems so, so, alien to what you usually come up with. 'E seems so..." "familiar?" asked the Merovingian with a smile "why shouldn't 'e? 'E was created using strands of my coding and of course, strands of yours, making 'im essentially, our son." Persephone almost dropped her wine glass "What?" she asked with a shocked expression on her face "Son? 'E can't be our son! 'Ow can we have a son without me being aware of it?" "Ma cherie, why go through all that bother when we could have what we want right here and now?" he put his hand on her cheek but she slapped him away "Don't you ma cherie me! It was never what I wanted! Creating bodyguards is fine but zis?" She shot him an infuriated look and stormed out of the room, the heels of her shoes clicking angrilly on the marble floor.

The Merovingian sighed. She would thank him for this soon. He closed his eyes and massaged his temples. She would be back.

It didn't take long to see that once again, The Merovinian had been proved wrong. Persephone didn't come around even after seeing her 'son' looking innocent whilst everyone knew that the twins had chocolate smears all over the back of their new silver jackets (except them of course) and also watching them find out and complete chaos ensuing in the restaurant...

"Watch out!"

Twin one glanced up to see his brother shouting at him and the little monster leaping on him, teeth bared and attaching himself firmly onto his silver clad elbow. One let out a yelp of pain and suprise and shook his arm in an attempt to get the devil child off, promptly causing the little boy to fly off into his fathers arms, and in turn causing a lethal glare from the Merovingian. "Do be aware that you two are teetering precariously close to the edge of the cliffs that are my patience. It is enough zhat you idiots could not retrieve ze keymaker for me, without being unable to control a small child." This statement caused afew snickers from the other bodyguards and the slight shadow of a blush to appear on the cheeks of the twins. "Go. I do not wish to see you again until I am in a better mood." The twins departed followed by the sounds of childish giggling as they revealed the ugly chocolate handprints that covered the back of their usually immaculate jackets.

"Cause and Effect" sneered Two as he scrubbed the back of his jacket "Cause and Effect... he makes the brat and the effect is that our new clothes are ruined." "And our reputations." added One, a scowl spread over his features "Yes, that too." "We'll get him back." "Quite." One could sense that Two was not just angry about the chocolate, but something else as well "What's wrong?" He asked sitting down on the edge of the bed where his double didn't look up from his scrubbing "Nothing." One frowned again "I own the same face as you. I know what that expression means." Two looked up "Ok. Fine. I'm angry because ever since we failed that mission he won't get off our backs. Of course we failed but at least we had the sense to come back and not desert him like most of the imbeciles that have the nerve to call themselves loyal bodyguards. It just aggravates me." "indeed."

They both looked at each other for a second, communicating through telepathy. Their lips curved up into a smile "Agreed." "It will happen tonight."

"Repoussant petite monstre!" screamed Persephone as she snatched back her lipstick from her 'son.' She watched as he ran off She wasn't going to let Merovingian get away with this one. When she wanted something she would stop at nothing to get it and she wanted the nuisance destroyed. On her way to see her husband she ran into one of the twins who seemed to be carring a small bag. She raised her eyebrow at him. "Two, if you want him dead please continue, I will not stop you. On the contrary, I advise you to make it a good slow death." The twin nodded smiling wickedly. "When?" Asked Persephone simply when she saw her husband pacing towards her. Tonight mouthed Two slipping the guns back into the innocent looking bag and, avoiding his bosses glare stepping quickly into the shadows.

The twins had it all planned out thought Persephone a shadow of a smile flickering across her face. What clever boys they are. I shall have to thank them once the job is done. Her husband walked her to their bedroom and gave her a kiss saying that he had 'late night business' to attend to. She knew what he was up to behind her back but she didn't particularly care at the minute. One wrong turn deserves another after all. It wasn't as if she wasn't going behind his back with this assasination attempt, but the most delicious thing was that if the twins failed and were caught she could just sit back and look innocent. As she lay smiling to herself a horrible thought snapped into her head: Where was the little monster now?

A sense of dread washed over her as she looked up at the ceiling and saw the little thing curled up in a ball fast asleep, totally defying gravity. That thing was no where near human. She lay, rooted to the spot, observing its chest rising and falling and its little claws wrapped around its body - wait a minute... claws? The child was a demon!

Persephone could control herself no longer. She took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs.