"You never lost you innocence did you?" he asked mockingly. "No wonder you attracted Stanton."
Lambert walked over to her, crouching so that they were at eye-level with each other. Josephine stared at him from behind her dark bangs. He lifted her chin slightly, the moon hitting her eyes.
"But I know you're very bright," he continued. "Why did you fall for such a disorganized and amateur plot?"
"What do you mean?" Josephine hissed, trying to get her chin out of his grasp.
Lambert tisked as if she were stupid. "Don't you see? You were pure and Stanton wanted Immortality. He wanted to become a Follower and in those days, we didn't send them out to be trained under other ones. The Atrox gave them duties to perform. It's as clear as day, what he did to you."
Josephine clenched her teeth and growled. "You're lying. Stanton loved me."
"Ah, see there?" Lambert patronized. "'Loved'. That past tense. He no longer loves you Josephine nor your children how old they might be. Stanton loves Serena now and wants to be with her forever."
Tears formed in her eyes. She blinked once. "Just like he promised me," they said together in unison, a snarl forming on Lambert's lips. He now had her under the right mindset.
Lambert then stood and walked away from her, daring Josephine to fume in her own self-destruction. But he couldn't let her do that now. His apprentice wanted to see.
"Imagine what you could have become, if Stanton hadn't taken you," he said, stopping and turning. "You loved the violin, Josephine. Your skill was unmatched at that time. And...you would have had a complete family." Lambert smirked evilly. "You would have had a wonderful husband and beautiful children who wouldn't remind you of the bastard that ruined your life."
Josephine looked in his direction, tears falling quietly. "I would have had children to remind of what I fool I was. Jacques never loved me either."
"Oh yes he did," Lambert boomed, coming next to her at an unnatural speed. "He would have loved you, cared for you, and nurtured you. Jacques loves you Josephine!"
She looked up at him, perplexed. "What did you just say?" she asked, standing up slowly. "Jacques LOVES me? He is long dead. You should have used past tense."
Lambert smirked. "Jacques has been watching over you ever since you become a Follower. He has seen you suffer and has comforted you. He watches you sleep and carresses you when you are restless. Don't you see? I have taken Jacques as an apprentice."
Josephine's eyes widened. "No...it cannot be!" But she couldn't debunk it. The Atrox nor it's Followers ever lied about things as serious as this.
"Lambert doesn't lie, Joesphine," a voice said behind her.
She turned around quickly and gasped. There stood Jacques, mere inches away.
"Nice to see you again, love," he said sinisterly, stroking her face.
