Before I begin, I would like to thank all those who have reviewed.
53 reviews so far for only 15 chapters! *sniffles* I feel faint! All your
reviews are appreciated and I take into account all points that are made.
So again, many thanks.
~Kit19~ Aha! Poor twins indeed! However, I never said they "can't" kill her physically. Poor twins! I'm so mean! People keep saying that Two is getting picked on and I truly didn't realise I was doing it to him! Poor Two! I don't know why, but even though the twins are the same age, I've always personally thought of Two as being the younger one. Maybe that's why he seems to get picked on.
~Triality~ Thank you *bows* I have to admit, that part is one of my personal favourites in that chapter.
~Bry~ Yup. Never, ever gets to. Not in my story anyway! Thanks! =D
~Magician4563~ No probs. Glad you like the story. *smiles*
~Rinturien~ All twins? As in Elladan+Elrohir, Rumil+Orophin? Etc etc? I've found another LOTR twin fan! (I hope!) Thanks and er..good luck with your Spanish *lols*
~Kyrillia~ Two? Yup. Hmmm *thinks* You just gave me an idea.... It is always a pleasure to be visited by such a brilliant author *bows* Hope Twilight is going well. -hint hint!-
~Freya~ *sniggers* The goldfish were fun to write so I'm glad you enjoyed that part. Thanks :)
~ Heather~ Thank you for saying so. If someone dislikes something in the story, I'd rather they tell me than not. Constructive criticism is fine but flames are only helpful when toasting marshmallows!
~ Sobaka~ Ooops! Thanks for pointing that out.
~*To all those that didn't get a mention personally, I want you to know that I still appreciate all the reviews I get. Infact, I'm stunned with the amount of feedback that this has received. *hands out a sherbet strawberry to every reviewer* If you want a sherbet strawberry, you know what to do! On with the story.*~
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*-Chapter 15 ~ Brotherly Bonds-*
One looked frantically around. There was no one about on the streets and his brother was nowhere to be seen.
"Two!" he yelled telepathically "Two! Where are you?"
He ran up and down the streets and side-streets, lanes and alleyways until he suddenly heard the screaming of sirens. He followed the noise getting louder and louder and he quickened his pace. All the time he was calling to his brother. Sending out a life-line for his twin to grab on to. The screaming got louder. Louder. Louder. Suddenly the air was filled with the stench of smoke and burning rubber. People were running amok. Women were screaming. Children were crying. Men were shouting. The blasting of police whistles shrilled through the polluted air.
There was debris littering the road. One's eyes fell on the cause of the chaos. Right in the middle of the road was a heap of smouldering rubble that once resembled a blue Mondeo.
Flames licked at the metal of the car. Dense, black smoke was rising from the interior. The stench was unbearable and One had to pinch his nose to prevent himself from gagging, the smell was that overpowering.
Suddenly he heard a telepathic cry for help inside his head.
"Two?"
One ran forward into the road only to find himself confronted by a burly French policeman.
"My brother is in there!" he cried "Let me pass!"
But the policeman held onto him, refusing to let go. The anguished pleas of his twin filled One's head once more and he was overcome with a terrible rage. He phased through the policeman's arm causing the onlookers to enter new levels of hysteria. He dashed towards the burning car. His brother's cries growing ever more urgent inside his head.
Once at the car, he didn't know where to start. He phased again so the flames wouldn't be able to touch him. Once he was in his ghost form, he entered the car through the locked doors. What he saw made him sick with fear.
In the driver's seat, his brother was strapped in by his seat-belt. He too was in ghost form but wasn't moving out of the car.
"Two" One coughed "Get out!"
"I can't" came the telepathic reply. "I'm stuck fast inside this belt."
Helplessness and hopelessness gripped One like an iron fist, unwilling to let go.
"You must be able to get out" he spluttered.
"I told you. It won't budge."
Suddenly One's eyes fell on the woman in the back seat, also stuck by her belt.
"Estelle?"
There was no reply.
"I can't-keep-this up-much-longer" panted Two.
"Try. You have to try" sobbed One.
Two took off his charred sunglasses and gave One a hopeless look. In his eyes, One could see something he had never believed it possible for his brother to feel. Fear was reflected within his eyes.
"Go"
"What?" One was stunned.
"Leave me here."
"Never. I'm not leaving you here to die!"
Two phased back into solid form and gripped One's arm.
"If you stay here. We both die. If you go. One of us will live."
One gazed at his brother and a crystal tear rolled down his cheek.
"I can't."
"You can and you must."
One flung himself on his brother and held him tight. He let the tears flow freely down his cheeks.
"I don't want you to go" he sobbed.
"There is no other choice" replied Two. He glanced into the back seat. "We did what the Mero said and it's time to move on."
One reluctantly pulled away from his brother, tears still coursing down his face.
"I'll always be with you, my brother" Two sighed, leant forward as far as he could go and kissed his twin on the cheek.
"Go."
One phased and swiftly exited the car.
He stood on the sidewalk, gazing at the chaos before him. He could not believe what he had just done. He had abandoned his brother. His own twin. He was a failure to his own brother. Telepathically he spoke words of comfort to Two. Words of reassurance came back. Suddenly, there was a noise like a gunshot and the flames took on new life. They roared up high, towering over the car.
"Two!" One yelled both out loud and through his head.
"My brother" came the quiet reply. "I will always be with you."
There was a deafening bang as the empowering heat reached the engine and suddenly the whole car exploded into a thousand pieces. Metal and debris flew sky-high. The flames devouring all that lay before them.
One attempted a link.
No reply.
He tried again.
And again.
And again.
But there was no-one there anymore. . . .
One felt himself collapse to the ground and his head struck stone with a sickening crack.
He looked up.
Stairs?
He stood up and looked around.
He was still in the hotel.
Two?
Panic gripped him and he ran back into the bedroom.
Two was sitting in a chair by the window, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I never knew you sleepwalk!"
One gazed at his brother and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Beads of sweat trickled down his face but he took no heed to them.
"I was afraid you were dead."
Two looked stunned.
"Dead?"
"I just had a nightmare."
"Well. You're awake now. I'm alive and its only four in the morning!"
"Four?"
"Yes." Two said with an amused grin. "You know, it's really very entertaining watching you sleepwalk. I lost count of the times you crashed into the wall and I think you might have woken up the neighbours too. Honestly, you should film yourself sometime!"
"I pleased you find this so funny." One scowled. "I thought you were dead!"
"Stop fretting. You'll get me in a state as well soon and that's not the mood to be in so early in the morning. Especially when there are croissants on the menu. I can never be agitated whilst eating croissants. The butter would get on my cuffs!"
"How can you think of food this early?"
"Very easily."
Two handed One a small laminated piece of paper.
"Take a look at the menu."
One squinted down at the menu presented to him.
"Saucisses, lard, champignons et oeufs. Pain grillé avec confiture. Café, thé ou choix des jus. Six Euro. Céréale, Pain grillé avec confiture, choix de fromage et pâtisserie. Café, thé ou choix des jus. Trois Euro. Croissants. Une croissant pour une Euro. Panier de quatre pour deux Euro. "
Two looked at One's bemused expression.
"And?" Two prompted.
"What does it mean?"
"You idiot!" Two sighed "Look at the bottom of the card"
"Oh!" exclaimed One "Sausages, bacon, mushrooms and eggs. Toast with jam. Coffee, Tea or a choice of juices. Six Euros. Cereal, Toast and Jam, choice of cheeses and cakes. Coffee, tea or a choice of juice. Three Euros. Croissants. One croissant for one Euro. A basket of four for two Euros."
Two shook his head in disbelief.
"You really are a prize idiot sometimes, One. Didn't anyone ever tell you to always read the small print?"
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"Remind me to thank you." Two suddenly said as they wandered towards Notre Dame.
"What for?" asked One.
"For respecting my wishes to be able to eat croissants properly."
"I'll stick it in my to-do list" said One sarcastically.
"Good."
The early morning hustle and bustle of Parisian life was beginning to get underway. Parents ferried their children elsewhere, people were out early to get their freshly baked bread from the boulangerie and a small market was being set up in the middle of the square.
"I have a question." One suddenly piped up.
Two wasn't listening. A woman with a freshly baked baguette tucked under her arm, had just strolled past. Unfortunately, Two had caught the smell of the warm Parisian loaf and his attention had drifted back to his stomach. One nudged his brother hard in the ribs which brought him swiftly back to earth.
"What was that for?" said Two in outrage.
"Look. Shouldn't we be looking for the girl? I mean, it's all very well you stuffing your fa-"
"Excuse me?" interrupted Two "I don't recall you saying 'non, merci' to second helpings of bacon and eggs this morning!"
"That's beside the point. We were given an assignment to complete and we're not exactly hurrying to do it, are we?"
Two cleared his throat.
"What day is it?"
"Sunday"
"Exactly. All the business' are shut on Sundays. So Estelle will not be going there."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I know everything" said Two smugly
"I will have to see the 'fermé' sign with my own eyes."
"Fine." Two grabbed his brother's arm and led him across the square until they arrived outside a large white building with peeling gold letters above the door.
'Bureau De Crime Et De Fraude'
"Look at the door" said Two.
One moved his eyes downwards to where a small white card was stuck on the inside.
'FERMÉ LE DIMANCHE'
"Right. You've made your point" said One. "What do you suggest we do now?"
Two laid a hand on his twin's shoulder.
"Brother. We have the whole of Paris at our feet. For one day only, this city of romance and chocolate is our oyster. We will enjoy it while the day lasts."
"You sound like an advertiser" grinned One.
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"Okay. So we've done all the shops in this area, what now?"
One looked at his brother.
"What about the Mona Lisa?" One suggested
"No. Anything but that. That's another thing I don't understand about humans. They stand for ages, analysing a picture when they could be doing so many other useful things."
"Like what?"
"I don't know but there is always something more exciting than staring at a painting of some woman painted by some guy who no-one really cared about till after he died."
"Fair enough."
They continued along the pavement by the Seine, trying and failing to think of what to do next.
"Notre Dame?" Two proposed.
"Did you see the queue?" said One "We'd have to leave for closing time as soon as we got in, the queue was that long!"
"Well, what are we going to do then?"
"Messieurs!" A shout sounded from behind them. "Excusez-moi? Messieurs!"
The twins turned around and saw a thin man with an equally thin moustache half running towards them. He was dressed in a business suit and had the overall appearance of an aristocratic butler.
"Oui?" said One in a French accent.
"Pardonnez-moi Messieurs, mais êtes-vous des amis du Merovingian?"
One looked startled and turned to his twin who looked equally surprised. "Right. My French isn't that good but I swear he just said 'Merovingian'"
"You English?" said the man.
"Oui. You speak English?" said Two in relief
"Little" replied the man, gesturing with his hand.
"What do you want?" asked Two
"I help you."
"How?" asked One. "How do you know the Merovingian?"
"Come" said the man leading them to a café over the road. "We talk here. Is nice and comfortable. Easy to tell you things."
The twins and the man sat round a small plastic table. Almost immediately a waiter appeared complete with tuxedo and notepad.
"Êtes-vous prêt à passer commande?" he asked
"What did he say?" asked One
"He wants know if you want order" said the man.
"No. We're fine."
"Non merci, pour le moment. Cinq minutes" said the man to the waiter.
"D'accord" replied the waiter, and walked off.
The twins turned back to the man who wore a very neutral expression.
"You know Merovingian?"
"Yes. We do" replied One.
"Then I find you at last. I know your reason for being here. I help you find her."
"How can we be sure you are not bluffing?" Two looked suspicious.
"Luc never bluff. Luc good and honest."
"Is that your name?"
"My name? Oh, oui! Je m'appelle Luc. Luc Dubois."
"He's not bluffing, Two." One said.
"How do you know?" Two said. "We have never met the guy before in our lives. It could be a set up."
"No. I remember the Merovingian saying something about the Dubois' and their son, Luc. It can't be a coincidence."
The man looked at the twins talking telepathically together and began to fidget. It was obvious he was nervous. His moustache quivered as the twin continued their silent conversation.
Two sighed. "Alright. But if anything looks slightly suspicious then we kill him. Okay?"
"Fine" replied One silently.
They retuned to vocal speech and the man looked less nervous for it.
"Okay. One chance and-"
"-one chance only" they said alternately.
"I cannot tell you all. I can help you though. I am colleague of le Merovingian. The girl you are looking for I do not know her exact whereabouts. But this help you find one who does."
Luc pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to the twins.
One looked at it closely. It appeared to be genuine.
"I afraid that is all I give you."
"If that is all you can tell us then we will say goodbye."
The twins stood up and looked down at Luc.
"Merci" said Two.
Luc nodded to them and in a swirl of silver, they were gone.
~*A/N*~ *collapses* That is the longest chapter I have EVER wrote. It took me about five hours of working and re-working this to get it the way I wanted. Hope you enjoyed it.
~Kit19~ Aha! Poor twins indeed! However, I never said they "can't" kill her physically. Poor twins! I'm so mean! People keep saying that Two is getting picked on and I truly didn't realise I was doing it to him! Poor Two! I don't know why, but even though the twins are the same age, I've always personally thought of Two as being the younger one. Maybe that's why he seems to get picked on.
~Triality~ Thank you *bows* I have to admit, that part is one of my personal favourites in that chapter.
~Bry~ Yup. Never, ever gets to. Not in my story anyway! Thanks! =D
~Magician4563~ No probs. Glad you like the story. *smiles*
~Rinturien~ All twins? As in Elladan+Elrohir, Rumil+Orophin? Etc etc? I've found another LOTR twin fan! (I hope!) Thanks and er..good luck with your Spanish *lols*
~Kyrillia~ Two? Yup. Hmmm *thinks* You just gave me an idea.... It is always a pleasure to be visited by such a brilliant author *bows* Hope Twilight is going well. -hint hint!-
~Freya~ *sniggers* The goldfish were fun to write so I'm glad you enjoyed that part. Thanks :)
~ Heather~ Thank you for saying so. If someone dislikes something in the story, I'd rather they tell me than not. Constructive criticism is fine but flames are only helpful when toasting marshmallows!
~ Sobaka~ Ooops! Thanks for pointing that out.
~*To all those that didn't get a mention personally, I want you to know that I still appreciate all the reviews I get. Infact, I'm stunned with the amount of feedback that this has received. *hands out a sherbet strawberry to every reviewer* If you want a sherbet strawberry, you know what to do! On with the story.*~
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*-Chapter 15 ~ Brotherly Bonds-*
One looked frantically around. There was no one about on the streets and his brother was nowhere to be seen.
"Two!" he yelled telepathically "Two! Where are you?"
He ran up and down the streets and side-streets, lanes and alleyways until he suddenly heard the screaming of sirens. He followed the noise getting louder and louder and he quickened his pace. All the time he was calling to his brother. Sending out a life-line for his twin to grab on to. The screaming got louder. Louder. Louder. Suddenly the air was filled with the stench of smoke and burning rubber. People were running amok. Women were screaming. Children were crying. Men were shouting. The blasting of police whistles shrilled through the polluted air.
There was debris littering the road. One's eyes fell on the cause of the chaos. Right in the middle of the road was a heap of smouldering rubble that once resembled a blue Mondeo.
Flames licked at the metal of the car. Dense, black smoke was rising from the interior. The stench was unbearable and One had to pinch his nose to prevent himself from gagging, the smell was that overpowering.
Suddenly he heard a telepathic cry for help inside his head.
"Two?"
One ran forward into the road only to find himself confronted by a burly French policeman.
"My brother is in there!" he cried "Let me pass!"
But the policeman held onto him, refusing to let go. The anguished pleas of his twin filled One's head once more and he was overcome with a terrible rage. He phased through the policeman's arm causing the onlookers to enter new levels of hysteria. He dashed towards the burning car. His brother's cries growing ever more urgent inside his head.
Once at the car, he didn't know where to start. He phased again so the flames wouldn't be able to touch him. Once he was in his ghost form, he entered the car through the locked doors. What he saw made him sick with fear.
In the driver's seat, his brother was strapped in by his seat-belt. He too was in ghost form but wasn't moving out of the car.
"Two" One coughed "Get out!"
"I can't" came the telepathic reply. "I'm stuck fast inside this belt."
Helplessness and hopelessness gripped One like an iron fist, unwilling to let go.
"You must be able to get out" he spluttered.
"I told you. It won't budge."
Suddenly One's eyes fell on the woman in the back seat, also stuck by her belt.
"Estelle?"
There was no reply.
"I can't-keep-this up-much-longer" panted Two.
"Try. You have to try" sobbed One.
Two took off his charred sunglasses and gave One a hopeless look. In his eyes, One could see something he had never believed it possible for his brother to feel. Fear was reflected within his eyes.
"Go"
"What?" One was stunned.
"Leave me here."
"Never. I'm not leaving you here to die!"
Two phased back into solid form and gripped One's arm.
"If you stay here. We both die. If you go. One of us will live."
One gazed at his brother and a crystal tear rolled down his cheek.
"I can't."
"You can and you must."
One flung himself on his brother and held him tight. He let the tears flow freely down his cheeks.
"I don't want you to go" he sobbed.
"There is no other choice" replied Two. He glanced into the back seat. "We did what the Mero said and it's time to move on."
One reluctantly pulled away from his brother, tears still coursing down his face.
"I'll always be with you, my brother" Two sighed, leant forward as far as he could go and kissed his twin on the cheek.
"Go."
One phased and swiftly exited the car.
He stood on the sidewalk, gazing at the chaos before him. He could not believe what he had just done. He had abandoned his brother. His own twin. He was a failure to his own brother. Telepathically he spoke words of comfort to Two. Words of reassurance came back. Suddenly, there was a noise like a gunshot and the flames took on new life. They roared up high, towering over the car.
"Two!" One yelled both out loud and through his head.
"My brother" came the quiet reply. "I will always be with you."
There was a deafening bang as the empowering heat reached the engine and suddenly the whole car exploded into a thousand pieces. Metal and debris flew sky-high. The flames devouring all that lay before them.
One attempted a link.
No reply.
He tried again.
And again.
And again.
But there was no-one there anymore. . . .
One felt himself collapse to the ground and his head struck stone with a sickening crack.
He looked up.
Stairs?
He stood up and looked around.
He was still in the hotel.
Two?
Panic gripped him and he ran back into the bedroom.
Two was sitting in a chair by the window, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I never knew you sleepwalk!"
One gazed at his brother and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Beads of sweat trickled down his face but he took no heed to them.
"I was afraid you were dead."
Two looked stunned.
"Dead?"
"I just had a nightmare."
"Well. You're awake now. I'm alive and its only four in the morning!"
"Four?"
"Yes." Two said with an amused grin. "You know, it's really very entertaining watching you sleepwalk. I lost count of the times you crashed into the wall and I think you might have woken up the neighbours too. Honestly, you should film yourself sometime!"
"I pleased you find this so funny." One scowled. "I thought you were dead!"
"Stop fretting. You'll get me in a state as well soon and that's not the mood to be in so early in the morning. Especially when there are croissants on the menu. I can never be agitated whilst eating croissants. The butter would get on my cuffs!"
"How can you think of food this early?"
"Very easily."
Two handed One a small laminated piece of paper.
"Take a look at the menu."
One squinted down at the menu presented to him.
"Saucisses, lard, champignons et oeufs. Pain grillé avec confiture. Café, thé ou choix des jus. Six Euro. Céréale, Pain grillé avec confiture, choix de fromage et pâtisserie. Café, thé ou choix des jus. Trois Euro. Croissants. Une croissant pour une Euro. Panier de quatre pour deux Euro. "
Two looked at One's bemused expression.
"And?" Two prompted.
"What does it mean?"
"You idiot!" Two sighed "Look at the bottom of the card"
"Oh!" exclaimed One "Sausages, bacon, mushrooms and eggs. Toast with jam. Coffee, Tea or a choice of juices. Six Euros. Cereal, Toast and Jam, choice of cheeses and cakes. Coffee, tea or a choice of juice. Three Euros. Croissants. One croissant for one Euro. A basket of four for two Euros."
Two shook his head in disbelief.
"You really are a prize idiot sometimes, One. Didn't anyone ever tell you to always read the small print?"
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"Remind me to thank you." Two suddenly said as they wandered towards Notre Dame.
"What for?" asked One.
"For respecting my wishes to be able to eat croissants properly."
"I'll stick it in my to-do list" said One sarcastically.
"Good."
The early morning hustle and bustle of Parisian life was beginning to get underway. Parents ferried their children elsewhere, people were out early to get their freshly baked bread from the boulangerie and a small market was being set up in the middle of the square.
"I have a question." One suddenly piped up.
Two wasn't listening. A woman with a freshly baked baguette tucked under her arm, had just strolled past. Unfortunately, Two had caught the smell of the warm Parisian loaf and his attention had drifted back to his stomach. One nudged his brother hard in the ribs which brought him swiftly back to earth.
"What was that for?" said Two in outrage.
"Look. Shouldn't we be looking for the girl? I mean, it's all very well you stuffing your fa-"
"Excuse me?" interrupted Two "I don't recall you saying 'non, merci' to second helpings of bacon and eggs this morning!"
"That's beside the point. We were given an assignment to complete and we're not exactly hurrying to do it, are we?"
Two cleared his throat.
"What day is it?"
"Sunday"
"Exactly. All the business' are shut on Sundays. So Estelle will not be going there."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I know everything" said Two smugly
"I will have to see the 'fermé' sign with my own eyes."
"Fine." Two grabbed his brother's arm and led him across the square until they arrived outside a large white building with peeling gold letters above the door.
'Bureau De Crime Et De Fraude'
"Look at the door" said Two.
One moved his eyes downwards to where a small white card was stuck on the inside.
'FERMÉ LE DIMANCHE'
"Right. You've made your point" said One. "What do you suggest we do now?"
Two laid a hand on his twin's shoulder.
"Brother. We have the whole of Paris at our feet. For one day only, this city of romance and chocolate is our oyster. We will enjoy it while the day lasts."
"You sound like an advertiser" grinned One.
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"Okay. So we've done all the shops in this area, what now?"
One looked at his brother.
"What about the Mona Lisa?" One suggested
"No. Anything but that. That's another thing I don't understand about humans. They stand for ages, analysing a picture when they could be doing so many other useful things."
"Like what?"
"I don't know but there is always something more exciting than staring at a painting of some woman painted by some guy who no-one really cared about till after he died."
"Fair enough."
They continued along the pavement by the Seine, trying and failing to think of what to do next.
"Notre Dame?" Two proposed.
"Did you see the queue?" said One "We'd have to leave for closing time as soon as we got in, the queue was that long!"
"Well, what are we going to do then?"
"Messieurs!" A shout sounded from behind them. "Excusez-moi? Messieurs!"
The twins turned around and saw a thin man with an equally thin moustache half running towards them. He was dressed in a business suit and had the overall appearance of an aristocratic butler.
"Oui?" said One in a French accent.
"Pardonnez-moi Messieurs, mais êtes-vous des amis du Merovingian?"
One looked startled and turned to his twin who looked equally surprised. "Right. My French isn't that good but I swear he just said 'Merovingian'"
"You English?" said the man.
"Oui. You speak English?" said Two in relief
"Little" replied the man, gesturing with his hand.
"What do you want?" asked Two
"I help you."
"How?" asked One. "How do you know the Merovingian?"
"Come" said the man leading them to a café over the road. "We talk here. Is nice and comfortable. Easy to tell you things."
The twins and the man sat round a small plastic table. Almost immediately a waiter appeared complete with tuxedo and notepad.
"Êtes-vous prêt à passer commande?" he asked
"What did he say?" asked One
"He wants know if you want order" said the man.
"No. We're fine."
"Non merci, pour le moment. Cinq minutes" said the man to the waiter.
"D'accord" replied the waiter, and walked off.
The twins turned back to the man who wore a very neutral expression.
"You know Merovingian?"
"Yes. We do" replied One.
"Then I find you at last. I know your reason for being here. I help you find her."
"How can we be sure you are not bluffing?" Two looked suspicious.
"Luc never bluff. Luc good and honest."
"Is that your name?"
"My name? Oh, oui! Je m'appelle Luc. Luc Dubois."
"He's not bluffing, Two." One said.
"How do you know?" Two said. "We have never met the guy before in our lives. It could be a set up."
"No. I remember the Merovingian saying something about the Dubois' and their son, Luc. It can't be a coincidence."
The man looked at the twins talking telepathically together and began to fidget. It was obvious he was nervous. His moustache quivered as the twin continued their silent conversation.
Two sighed. "Alright. But if anything looks slightly suspicious then we kill him. Okay?"
"Fine" replied One silently.
They retuned to vocal speech and the man looked less nervous for it.
"Okay. One chance and-"
"-one chance only" they said alternately.
"I cannot tell you all. I can help you though. I am colleague of le Merovingian. The girl you are looking for I do not know her exact whereabouts. But this help you find one who does."
Luc pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to the twins.
One looked at it closely. It appeared to be genuine.
"I afraid that is all I give you."
"If that is all you can tell us then we will say goodbye."
The twins stood up and looked down at Luc.
"Merci" said Two.
Luc nodded to them and in a swirl of silver, they were gone.
~*A/N*~ *collapses* That is the longest chapter I have EVER wrote. It took me about five hours of working and re-working this to get it the way I wanted. Hope you enjoyed it.