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Wandering Children – Chapter 8 And The Masks Fall Off
The two girls headed back over to group where Erika and James were already talking to their sons. Michael took a step back as both his parents turned to Aidan.
"Aidan, what in the world is wrong with you?" James said angrily as Jessamine turned red and walked away, "We raised you better than that. You know how disrespectful and rude that was?"
"Aidan, you really shouldn't let one girl jade you against all others," Erika pointed out, "I don't believe you had to right to do what you did just because of an incident that happened over a year ago."
Christine turned to Michael who winced at the double team on Aidan and whispered, "He deserves it."
"No one deserves this," he pointed out, motioning towards Aidan cowering under their hard gaze. "I mean one of them is bad enough, but both?"
Krissy then approached the two children, "So, how's the lecture coming?" she asked smiling as she stopped walking.
"As good as it can while Mama and Papa are massacring Aidan's blatant disrespect for a girl in particular," Michael muttered looking towards his parents and brother again.
"Which girl?" Krissy asked as she looked on as well.
"Jessamine," Michael said matter-of-factly. "She walked over there," he said pointing to a general area.
"She looks mad," Krissy consented as she looked over to see her leaning against the wall.
"Well, when I found her in the bathroom she was a real mess, but then I brought Aidan over to apologize he came out with a hand mark on his cheek and Jessamine was pissed. Of course Aidan needs to learn some manners anyway."
"You French people act before you think," Krissy laughed, "The Brits too. But I better go have a talk with Jess, she doesn't look too happy, and we can't have an unhappy person at this Masquerade, unless it's Dante of course."
She made her way over to Jessamine. "Hey there Jess, how's it going?"
"Well you know, as good as it can get considering the fact I feel the need to hit myself over the head with a very heavy object of some sort," she said bitterly.
"Don't let it get to you Jess," Krissy stated sympathetically. "Aidan's had a lot of problems you know, especially with girls. He's new to finding someone who he actually can like without worrying too much."
"Well you know what," she spat, "He sucks at it."
Krissy laughed slightly and then put her hand on her shoulder, "Listen, kid, give him time, he'll come around, I'm sure of it. Maybe if you ask him about it you'll understand."
Jessamine shrugged and looked off to the side.
"But right now he's in the middle of being chewed out by two disgruntled parents so I'd back off for now, maybe wait until tomorrow, after all how could he not want to talk to his star?" Krissy walked back into the large crowd and Jessamine slid down the wall and sat down on the floor, hanging her head.
John and Mirielle walked into the hotel room late that evening. "That was an interesting evening," Mirielle mused pulling the lily wreath off of her head and throwing it on the bed.
"By what do you mean?" John said pulling off his shoes and flexing his toes. "God my feet hurt," he sighed.
"I meant that I found there are two phantoms and one of them is our criminal. And then I found out something odd and I really don't know what is going on anymore," she sighed and grabbed her PJ's, "Why am I telling you this?" she asked out loud as she closed the door to the bathroom.
"Talk about trying to be a good brother," John murmured waiting to get into the bathroom. "I try to listen and be a good one, but no, it jumps up and bites me in the face."
"I heard that," she yelled from the bathroom. John snickered as she walked out and he went in. Mirielle sat on the hotel bed and turned on the TV. "The news," she sighed turning it off and going under the covers.
John walked out of the bathroom and rolled his eyes at his sleeping sister, "She can never just tell you what she wants to straight out." He climbed into his bed and grabbed the remote from the nightstand, he flipped on the news and settled down, "Sisters," he murmured before drifting off to sleep.
When the Moriarty family reached their underground house, several things happened at once. Christine took one look at her father's face and ran for her room. When Papa was upset nothing could stop him. Erika noticed her daughter's flight and puzzled over the cause of it. She turned to see the calm fury in her husband's eyes. Erika removed her sapphire mask as she moved to watch her husband turned to her sons.
"So," James started to speak catching both boys' attention, "You two have some new interests outside the criminal world."
Both of the boys blushed brightly. Erika quirked an eyebrow at their behavior and her husband's questions. What was going on here? James never talked this calm when angry. Erika watched as he crossed his arms and stared at the boys.
"Shall you discuss them with me since you two obviously know about each other's new distraction?" James continued on.
"It's not as it seems." Aidan began.
"Really? Both of you have been at each other's throats since you came home. I'm glad you put that energy into use beating up a common enemy but still it was over a girl." James shot back, "And it drew attention to you. What is the first rule of being a criminal that I taught you?"
"Never draw attention to yourself." Michael whispered.
"You would do well to remember that, Michael. Out of the two of you, you are playing with fire. A Yardie!" James growled as he leaned into Michael's face, "Of all the people to toy with, you pick a Yardie."
Erika chuckled softly earning a glare from her husband. Erika cheekily smiled back. James turned away and glared at Michael who was squirming in his spot. Aidan seemed to give his brother an 'I told you so' look.
James rounded on Aidan in a flash, "You would the last person to encourage him. Or have you forgotten about your own past with that inspector's girl."
"It was nothing!" Aidan defended, "Just some stupid crush in High School."
"Which almost got you arrested," James pointed out, "What an example you set! Now he is following your lead."
Erika rolled her eyes. At least James wasn't yelling or he was in trouble himself. As James scolded both of them for putting themselves in danger, Erika snickered at how hypocritical he sounded. After all according to Fenwick, Moriarty had a crush on Inspector Lestrade when he began running around New London. Erika nearly choked on her laughter when James slipped up.
"I don't need you, "James pointed to Michael, "Making to same mistake that I did with Inspector Lestrade."
The room got deadly quiet as James just realized what he just said. Aidan and Michael perked up upon hearing that their father made the same mistakes as they did. The two exchanged an evil grin and they looked at their father.
"You were in love with The Inspector Lestrade!" Aidan exclaimed.
Michael blanched at the thought of that kind of match, "That's just odd."
"This is great. Papa was in the same boat as us." Aidan nearly crowed as he slapped Michael on the back.
Michael grinned as he realized something "Is that why you weren't so successful back then? Too busy looking over the Inspector?"
"I beg your pardon?!" James bit out as his face went a bright red, "I'll have you know I was the perfect gentleman. She was the rude one."
Erika was out right giggling at this point as her sons put their father on the spot. She knew she should save her husband, but she did want her sons to have a chance to tease their father. As soon as her giggles died away, Erika clapped her hands twice, getting the males' attention. By their embarrassed looks, she knew that they forgot about her. Smiling she stepped forward, looking very much like the Queen she was dressed as.
"That will be quite enough for tonight." Erika told them, "We have rehearsal for the new show tomorrow and since you two are home I expect you to help with the stage crew. Now get to bed, mon chers."
Erika kissed both boys on the forehead and shooed them to bed. James admired his wife in the soft candlelight. He walked towards her as she watched to be sure the boys went to bed. Gently he touched her cheek bringing Erika's eyes back to him.
"You let them have a go at me." James smiled at her.
Erika smiled back, "It was only fair."
"Were you jealous to find out I had a crush on her?" James asked as he leaned down to kiss her.
"No. Fenwick told me about it long ago. Then I felt a flicker of it, but it died when I looked into your eyes and see the love in there." Erika whispered before she touched his lips with hers.
James pulled away with a smile as let his hands settle on her waist, "Siren."
"And your angel. Remember that." Erika smirked as she tapped the end of his nose.
In the blink of an eye, she was out of James' grip. James watched her saunter to their bedroom. When she reached the door, Erika shot him a follow me to hell look before going in. James grinned as he followed her. He was a very lucky man.
Jessamine took a deep breath before opening the door. "Okay Jess," she prepped herself, "You can do this. Nothing bad is going to happen. The worst that can happen is that you will be ignored."
Finally she opened the door and stepped in. She wondered if anyone was awake anyway. It was seven in the morning and people were usually asleep now the night after the masquerade.
She entered the dark lobby, her eyes adjusting from the bright morning light to the darkness. She clutched her notebook to her chest at the door's dry click. She hurried around the lobby looking for a light switch but couldn't find it. Wandering around in the dark she made her way to the auditorium. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness when she felt a hand on her back. She instinctively jumped and the person covered her mouth. "Shh," it whispered and she relaxed. "What are you doing here so early?" he asked letting her go.
"I should ask you the same thing," she whispered. "I needed to ask you something if that's anything. But why are we whispering?"
"I don't know," he replied still whispering, "but come to the roof; it's safer to talk there." He grabbed his wrist and led her up the stairs and onto the roof of the opera. The morning sun shone a brilliant orange and the sky was light blue and bright. They both rubbed their eyes and got used to the brightness of the outside.
Aidan spoke, "Now what did you need to ask me?"
"I was told to ask you about a previous experience with a woman by a reliable source. I didn't know if you wanted to talk about it or not but if you would tell me I think I would understand why you act like such an âne sometimes," she smirked trying to make her comment seem less hurtful.
Aidan turned around and faced his back towards her.
He sighed deeply and said, "You're asking about Cosette. This is definitely something you sit down for," Aidan motioned for her to sit next to him. Jessamine cautiously sat next him. His eyes focused straight ahead as he started his story.
"Well," he began, "Cosette was the daughter of a police officer. In high school we dated, she was the first girl I ever loved," he paused and took a deep breath to compose himself, "but when I started learning my father's trade she accused me of cheating on her. Well one night her accusations got me so bad that we started yelling and I finally admitted to being a criminal. She was afraid and upset and after yelling several obscenities she walked away and didn't look back."
Aidan leaned his head back and closed his eyes running his hands through his hair. "Well I literally sat on the steps of Opera House waiting to be arrested, I was a mess. Well instead of getting arrested, Leroux came and told me what happened to her. It all ended up that she was the one cheating and when I confessed about being a criminal she used it as an excuse to elope with the guy she was with without getting yelled at. And well needless to say it was a crushing experience." He looked at Jessamine without a smile, "Does that answer all your questions?"
Jessamine nodded and then said, "That must have been tough to tell me that. It's like picking a scab, no matter how strong you are it still hurts like hell. But I still don't think its right for you to take out your anger and hurt from Cosette on me. I'm trying my hardest and next time I may not be so forgiving."
Aidan nodded solemnly and buried his face in his hands breathing in the cool morning air. "What are you doing up so early anyway?" he asked, "The masquerade ended pretty late last night you know."
"Couldn't sleep," she shrugged, "besides the night is better than the day. It's so much prettier and tranquil. It's like a calm ocean, dark and foreboding but beautiful at the same time."
He nodded in agreement, "That's true, and that description can be used for something else too. But we better get down off the roof, the suns high and everyone's going to be awake and cranky soon."
Jessamine laughed slightly as Aidan got up and offered his hand to help her up. She took his hand and they descended into the dark opera house once again. As they reached the stage Aidan's eyes bulged at the sight of his father. "Hide," he whispered standing in front of her.
"Aidan, why are you up so early?" James asked crossing the stage to his son.
"No reason," he spit out hoping that Jessamine was hidden from sight by now. "Just enjoying the morning," he winced as he heard something hit the stage behind him. Whirling around his bit back his laughter as he saw Jessamine tumble out from behind the curtain.
"I'm okay," she laughed brushing herself off, "nothing I haven't done before."
"Just enjoying the morning?" James asked raising an eyebrow at his son.
Aidan tried to talk but was absolutely tongue-tied. He stammered while James chuckled, "Well if you aren't going to help her up someone has to," he walked over to Jessamine and helped her up, "What's you name chère?"
"Jessamine Deveraux," she smiled shyly. 'So this is the girl that Aidan has been seeing to,' he thought to himself as he kissed her hand.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle," James replied happily. "Tell me, what do you do?" James was testing the girl.
Aidan tried to act as though everything was normal but he was inwardly glaring at his father, 'what is he thinking?' he asked himself as he stared at his smiling father, 'and why is he smiling so much?'
Jessamine's heart was beating fiercely as she was staring face to face with Aidan's father, "I'm a writer and Aidan helped me out by getting me a job here at the opera," she smiled. "I'm also a none to successful pick pocket I'm afraid," she laughed, her blue eyes twinkling merrily in the dim light.
"Ah yes, the instigator of our little display last night," James mused, "I've heard about you from several people, good and bad comments, however the good outweigh the bad."
"Well Papa," Aidan interjected, "I think we should stop scaring her and maybe be a little less creepy." 'I hope this works, I hope this works,' he thought as he moved between his father and Jessamine.
"Nonsense," James smirked, "I don't think I'm scaring her, after all, she was the one who was brazen enough to rip the pants right off Dante, although according to your cut lip you intervened to help her out a bit."
"Papa," Aidan hissed, "I believe that when a man tries to attack a woman someone should intervene." 'Mon Dieu,' Aidan thought, 'What is the world coming to? Next thing you know he's going to start sharing baby photos.'
"And that someone to help was you," James smirked deviously. He did feel a tinge of guilt for purposely trying to embarrass his son, but ignored the sensation.
"Father, I think you have something else to do right now," Aidan burst in, "maybe going to see Mama and not antagonizing Jessamine and me. I think those were your original plans."
"It's okay Aidan," Jessamine said unwaveringly, "You're father is very nice. I don't know what you're so worried about." Aidan sighed and shrugged it off knowing he wasn't going to win this fight.
"No, Aidan is right chère I do have other business to attend to but I need to speak with Aidan for a moment," James turned to his son and pulled him over to the dressing room corridor leaving Jessamine alone on the stage, "Aidan why are you so uptight? She's a perfectly nice girl, not like that last one, Cosette. I never cared for her much."
"Papa," Aidan said in an exasperated voice, "Can't you just go? We can talk later; I'm busy at the moment if you couldn't tell." He had a desperate look on his face and his brows were furrowed. "Come on Papa, if it was 20 years ago and you were with Mama would you want grand-papa here interfering?"
'I would be dead if he wasn't,' James thought to himself, but to appease his son he said, "Fine Aidan I won't stand in the way but if your mother asks where you are I'll be obliged to tell her you're whisking young poets off their feet."
James laughed and turned towards Erika's dressing room. Aidan straitened his collar and headed back to the stage as James watched from the partially opened door. He chuckled to himself at his son's behavior and went down through the mirror and to the house on the lake.
"I'm sorry" Dante stammered as he stood in the dark dressing room, "I wasn't thinking."
"You never do." A shadowy figure tossed back, "Get the filles out of your mind and get back on task. Obviously you have given up seducing Noir."
"I have not."
"Oh yes you have. Attacking a woman doesn't make her want to sleep with you."
Dante blushed brightly. He didn't mean to grab Christine that day. It's just she made him so mad with her cold demeanor towards him. It's like she knew what he was about before he could act. Plus her two older brothers didn't help matters much. Dante looked at the shadowy figure. Older siblings were such a pain.
"I want you to try again with Noir." The shadowy figure stated after a moment of silence then tossed a list at Dante, "She tends to go to the cemetery alone when distressed. Follow her there and bring her to me. Also gather these materials for me?"
"Shall I distress her for you too?"
"Of course."
The shadowy figure chuckled. After a few moments, Dante joined him. Krissy walked by the dressing room. She quirked an eyebrow, at the laughter coming out of it. Dante was a strange cookie. Krissy shook her head and headed to swings and flies. She needed to check the ropes since she saw Michael and Aidan up there earlier.
Michael was just tighten one of the ropes when Krissy appeared on the walkway. He nudged his brother. Aidan stepped away with Michael as Krissy stood right by them. She smiled sweetly at them.
"Hello, boys." Krissy smiled at the twins.
"Hey Krissy." Michael smiled back.
"Mama told us to come up and help you out." Aidan explained.
"I can see that. If I find one rope out of place, you'll regret it." Krissy winked, "So I have you two clowns to help out."
Buquet limped up, "Who is helping us out? It better not be these two scamps."
"Orders from the masked one herself." Krissy smiled.
Buquet growled, "Fine. JESSAMINE!!!"
Jessamine quickly jumped from her kneeling position and looked over at Buquet. She smiled when she saw Aidan. Moving as fast as she could, she jogged over to the group. She blushes as Aidan stared at her in an unnerving way. He was so handsome in a jaded sort of way. Buquet turned to her and smiled at her.
"Yes, sir?" Jessamine stated as she fully joined them.
"Jessamine, I'm putting you in charge of these two. They need to learn the cues for the play by rehearsal tonight. Is that understood?" Buquet explained to her.
Jessamine exchanged a look with Krissy and saluted Buquet, "Aye, aye, Captain Queeg!"
Buquet glared at his assistant while she was laughing her ass off. Michael and Aidan smiled as Buquet silently glared at Krissy who was beginning to calm down. She smiled unrepentantly at the old stage manager. Finally Buquet cracked a small smile as he wagged a finger at her.
"You are teaching her your bad habits." He accused Krissy with a laugh.
"I prefer calling it preserving a time honored tradition." Krissy smirked.
"You would."
Mirielle dialed her mother's number. Confused and ultimately lost she had to talk to her. John had gone down to the hotel restaurant on a whim and she found the perfect opportunity to call. "Please pick up, please pick up," she whispered crossing her fingers.
"Hello?" Beth answered drowsily. She had on her pajamas and Mirielle saw that she took her blessed time and grabbed a cup of coffee before answering the phone.
"Hi mum," Mirielle smiled. "Did I interrupt your nap?" she joked trying to wake her mother up a bit.
Beth yawned and rubbed her eyes, "It's almost midnight Mir, what's the matter?" Beth asked, her eyes half closed, looking almost drunk after being awaken at eleven forty-five.
"Mum, I just don't know what's going on anymore. There are apparently two phantoms; one has blue eyes and the other green. Also, in addition to that I know our criminals are here, they have to be. But these mysterious phantoms are giving me advice and what the zed is going on?" Mirielle looked frustrated and tired as she sat there looking at the screen waiting for her mother to come up with the solution like she did when they were little. Skinned knees and broken arms were easier things to fix than a shaken constitution.
"Mir, you can figure it out. Use the brain you were given and put everything together. Watch, observe, and listen, you're bound to come up with something," Beth said as reassuringly as she could for being exhausted.
Mirielle sighed in frustration, "You're not helping!" she whispered harshly. Taking her hair out of the sloppy ponytail she kept it in she shook her head and let it fall to her shoulders. She didn't want to admit it but she felt a little lost, and almost wishing that she could go home.
Beth wanted to tell her daughter everything, about Erika and the phantom, but she couldn't bring it to herself to let Mirielle hang on her words. "I've got to go," she lied. "Early day tomorrow, night dear." Before Mirielle could oppose Beth hung up.
"Zed!" Mirielle yelled out, and then immediately winced waiting for a phone call from the front desk telling her to shut up. After several minutes of silence she relaxed and changed for bed. When she came out of the bathroom John was already in bed asleep. "He must have been beat," she told herself when she noticed he was still in his day clothes.
Dante walked through the cold Parisian streets with a piece of paper clutched in his hands. "Where am I going to find half of this stuff?" he asked himself looking over the list again. He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. As he walked the paper crinkled like a candy wrapper in his sweaty hands. Every so often he would peak up from looking at the ground and look from side to side to check if anyone was coming.
His coal gray muffler was wrapped around the bottom of his face, and his black jacket was buttoned. The navy blue pants he wore dragged on the ground and got wet. As his jacket billowed behind him he checked the address on the piece of paper for the third time. He looked up from the ground and smiled, "almost there," he reassured himself.
Upon reaching the shack like building Dante used the special knock he had been taught and was admitted in the room. He handed a burly looking man the list and signed a paper with a blue ball point pen. His flowing handwriting was marred by the pseudonym he was using. "Count Kroft Von Mardock," the burly man questioned in a husky voice.
"Yes," Dante replied, "Now get the goods." The other man quickly walked into an attached room and returned with a small brow bag. He handed it over with a gruff snort and Dante looked in the bag, "Is this everything?" he questioned.
"Calling me a liar boy?" the man asked in a harsh raspy voice. Dante shook his head and quickly turned on his heel and left. Dante tightly clutched the bag in his hands. As he reached the opera house Dante pushed open the doors and walked to the dressing room where the meeting was designated.
"Here it is," Dante said handing over the bag. "I got everything you asked for." The tall shadowed figure grabbed the bag, his hand shot out into the light. His skin was creamy white; his hands were slender and graceful. Well manicured finger nails wrapped around the top of the bag and then he quickly drew the bag and the hand
"Good job," he said in a caustic tone. "Now go and try to do something else right or that may be too much to ask for two intelligent things in one night." He chuckled and Dante left the room and the man behind.
"Mon Dieu," he breathed as he shoved his hands in his pockets. As he got ready to leave the building Dante tripped over something. He looked down and smirked, "What's this?" he asked paging through the little book. "Ah, it seems I have one more thing to bring me closer to my goal," he smirked holding the notebook in his cold hands.
From the shadows two eyes watched Dante carefully. The eyes narrowed as he picked up the notebook and carried it out. They shut and then quickly disappeared backstage and down through the trapdoor to warn the family of what happened.
Jessamine sat on front steps of the opera house. She looked up to the sky and sighed looking at the stars. The moon was full and creamy white. It feel upon her face causing there to be a gentle glint on her sunglasses, however dark out it was she still wore them. As she sat there she felt something touch her shoulder and slowly grasp on. She jumped and turned around as her mouth fell open, "Wh-wh-who are you?" she stammered standing up backing up slowly.
"Ah Mademoiselle, I am your worst nightmare," he chuckled seizing her delicate wrist in his elegant hand. She wriggled trying to get free of his icy grip, "Come now mon chère, don't struggle, it can only hurt you." His smile was charming yet sadistic.
She continued to struggle but he pulled her close and firmly held her other wrist and looked into her eyes. "Let me go!" she twisted and turned from him. "What do you want with me?" Her blue eyes started to tear as his grip grew tighter and those taken care of nails dug into her skin.
"Mademoiselle," he smirked, "the more you struggle the harder I grasp your pretty little arms, now let's go inside, aren't you chilled from the night air?" Rather than waiting for her to answer he picked her up and covered her mouth with one of his hands. "Quiet mon chère, you wouldn't want to wake your fiery little lover now would you?" he walked away from the opera house, carrying the struggling girl in his arms, only to keep tightening his grip causing her pain and finally making a small cut on her wrist.
He carried her through the streets of Paris. No one spared them a passing glance; a man carrying a woman in his arms didn't seem very odd, especially in Paris. After her continual struggling his nails finally broke her skin, the blood went underneath his fingernails and onto her arm. They soon entered a small apartment; lavishly furnished and decorated. He set her down on a velvet chair. "What do you want with me?" she asked, now crying and grasping the wrist that was slowly bleeding.
"Ah, feisty, I like that," he teased, sitting down across from her. He crossed his legs and draped his arms over the sides of the chair. His silk shirt gently rustled, "Now mon chère, tell me, what do you see in that vile boy? He's not cultured enough for a girl like you. Here, I think this is yours," he nonchalantly threw the notebook at her. "You're quite good you know, you have a future, it's a pity that you waste your time with him."
Jessamine's eyes narrowed as she grabbed the notebook from the floor. She hugged it to her chest. "You don't know Aidan!" she spat. "He's very cultured although it is none of your business. Now let me go! I want to go home!"
He smirked. "Ah, but where is home mon chère? Answer me this, where do you live? I would think that you would openly admit that cheap hotels and open dressing rooms suited you perfectly. Yes, Jessamine Deveraux, I know more about you than you could imagine." He reveled in her surprised look. His dark eyes gleamed with mischievous excitement.
"You!" she sneered. "I hate you!" Jessamine got up off of the chair and headed towards the door. She tried to turn the doorknob but it was locked from the outside. She spun around and leaned against the door, "let me out before I scream you monster!"
He got up and took only a few steps with his long legs to get to her, he pinned her against the door, grabbing her arms, making the notebook fall to the ground, "I am not the monster mademoiselle and I advise you to watch your pretty little tongue, or else you may not have one anymore." He took it upon himself to throw her back onto the chair and then give her a pen. "Now mon fille, I'm going to dictate to you, write carefully, no hidden messages, and if you go back on one word I will personally see that we visit the Bastille and take one of the guillotines out of retirement."
Jessamine shakily opened to a clean page in her notebook. She clutched the pen in her hand and looked up at him in fear. "If you try and hurt me Aidan will come get you!" she said trying to remain steady.
"Ah, just like he came after Dante? Yes, Mademoiselle, you looked surprised. I know all about that, being that I was there," he smirked as she squirmed. "Now be a bonne fille, listen and write." He began to dictate the letter to her. Her handwriting was shaken and messy as he told her what to write. "Lovingly yours, Jessamine," he ended the dictation.
She looked up at him with malice, "You are a monster!" she threw the notebook back on the floor, "I hate you! I did your bidding now let me go home monsieur!"
He chuckled, "Ah, but I can't let you go, without you my plan can't fall into play. Now be a good girl and go into that room over there, but before you do give me that letter." She slowly approached him and handed him the paper, "Bonne," he smirked, "now there's enough clothing for you in that room for several days, I shall see you are taken care of, but defy me and your little Aidan will have nothing to save from the clutches of all evil," laughing sardonically he folded the note and put it in an envelope marked for the opera.
MW: (looking at the crying heap that is Angelina 809) Okay now this is getting ridiculious. You need to reveiw to make it better. kneels down Come on, my Moriarty bear is up there now and I'm not crying.