Disclaimer: No, I'm not dead... just chilling out. Holidays have started! Anyway here's the next chapter of my little story. I own nothing... not even the chocolate stains on the twins coats *Cries* But I DO own the little boy/monster who still hasn't got a name... yet. He will have by the end of this chapter.

By the way, some of the sentences at the bit where they try to kill the monster are supposed to sound like they're in bullet time. Tell me what you think. Am I the only person who is a fan of The Merovingian? You wouldn't think I am by the way I write him but I am! Same with the twins!

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The door of the room swung open to reveal The Merovingian standing in the doorway, his face covered in smudges lipstick that looked as it had been the victim of a hasty attempt at being wiped away. "What is the problem woman?" he asked in a harsh tone. Poor Persephone could only point at the ceiling where the little thing had just woken up and was crawling around like a large fly, its sharp talon like claws embedded deep in the plaster. Her husband gave her an exasperated look as if the thing was behaving completely normally. "Its not human!" Persephone cried in an abormally high pitched voice.

The merovingian looked up and beckoned to the little thing which came down instantly and withdrew its claws. "Splendide," he muttered "You've frightened him." Persephone was about to laugh but she realised that the Merovingian was not joking. "What?" she stuttered "Me scare... Mero - what was it doing in here in the first place?" "He was... he was..." The Merovingian stormed out with the thing still under his arm. "AND WASH THAT LIPSTICK OFF!" Screamed the enraged Persephone. Tonight She reminded herself you'll only have to put up with it until tonight. She sniffed and straighened her dress. From somewhere in the Chateau she heard the boy say his first words to her:

"Ma mère; Si laid qu'elle me fait souffrir!" Then she heard her husband burst out in a fit of laughter.

We'll see who's ugly when I'm finished with you, Dèmon enfant!

The time Persephone had been waiting for came... and went. The twins were late. Damn them! When they finally arrived to meet her she had been comtemplating leaving. "Nice of you to show up!" she whispered angrilly "We -" "- are sorry." They told her. "We couldn't - " " - Leave the bar." Persephone gave them a strange look. "Don't ask." smiled Two, completely braking the chain of their way of talking. His brother nudged him in the ribs. "Ou-" "-ch."

"Are we ready?" Asked Persephone holding out her hand so she could examine one of the guns. "Who do you think you are?" Asked One angrilly. "There is no we. There is us," he pointed to his twin and then to himself "and there is you. But there is no We." This is the last time I work with these idiots. Thought Persephone, her whole idea of the twins changing in an instant. Twin Two silently handed her a gun. Which she examined and quickly handed back. The last thing on earth anyone would want to do was aggravate the twins. "Lets go."

For a while the scene looked like a bad cops and robbers movie where the robbers were sneakng around a museum, exept for the fact that they were all dressed in white. After a while thay all decided that there was no point and quickly preceded to the monsters bedroom.

The twins drew their guns as one.

Persephone smiled wickedly.

Two shots were fired at the exact same time.

They sailed through the air and then hit.

But what did they hit? It wasn't the little boy, it was too big... One of the twins - Persephone was now too worried to decide which - ripped back the covers.

It was the Merovingian.

Persephone screamed. She didn't care if they were supposed to be quiet. They had just killed the Merovingian. They had just killed her husband. The twins looked at each other with a look of horror and then at the blood. Two was shaking.

"Well, well, well." Said a voice from behind them. It seemed very familiar. "You've been caught red handed." Persephone whirled around to see - the Merovingian? She turned to look back at the body on the bed. Its code twisted and it changed its shape. The had shot the little demon but it didn't look as if they had caused much damage. "Mero what is wrong with you? Can't you see it's a monster?" "Not a monster... 'e is a form of demon." He replied. So i've been right all along. She though. It wasn't just a simple program! " I want you out of there 'sephone." He continued. "It 'as become clear that I cannot trust you. Come Jeuneun." Persephone looked at the demon with distaste as it picked itself up. As her husband reached the door she whispered "'ow can you expect me to be loyal when you don't even let me name my own son?" She felt her vision become blurry with tears. "Fine. Stay. We will disscuss this tommorrow." He turned to face the twins. "As for you two... See me later. You will have to be punished."

Jeuneun Snickered evilly.