A/n: VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!! Before I start the chapter, I just wanted to tell everyone that this is seven months later than the previous chapter. I know I skipped a lot, but it counts for the plot.

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

::Eponine::

Eponine woke up the next morning feeling more miserable than ever. Was Cosette ever going to send for them? She thought about this all morning until Enjolras woke up as well. Now with Kate living at Pierre's house, it was only she and Enjolras. Every so often she would go and check on Kate, but she always got the same 'very well thank you' reply.

That day towards mid-afternoon Pierre came running and barged into the house (a/n: hut, shack, whatever the hell you want to call it.)

"Please, come quickly," He said, gasping for air. "Kate's having her child!" Eponine and Enjolras jumped up simultaneously and ran to follow Pierre.

"This can't be good," Eponine muttered, "she's not due for another month and a half."

When they finally reached Pierre's mansion, they bolted up the stairs to find a doctor outside one of the rooms.

"How is she?" Pierre asked in a hushed voice.

"Not well, I'm afraid." The doctor confirmed. "She's very young to be having a child, (a/n: I know back then it probably wasn't too young, but my story is AU, so if I get any comments about that I'll pelt grapefruits at the evil reviewer who commented on it.) and the task might be too much for her, we'll have to see."

Pierre's face turned as white as chalk. Eponine suddenly realized something. Pierre was in love with Kate. It was easy to see, but not easily accepted. Pierre was married now, and he couldn't afford to be in love with someone else, it could cost him everything. Eponine sighed. Now on top of everything, this had to happen. Everything else in their lives was bad enough already.

Hours passed and Pierre paced continuously in front of the door while Eponine sat with her back up against the wall. Enjolras had gone downstairs to get them all drinks, but was now proceeding back up the staircase in a hurry. Slowly, Eponine felt her eyelids drooping, as is they had weights upon them, and she was soon sleeping lightly.

She was awoken by a pounding on the front door. The trio looked anxiously as the maid went to answer it, and Eponine let out a high pitched scream as the man at the door punched the women in the face, knocking her off her feet.

It was Mark.

He ran up the stair with surprising speed, his enormous feet making pounding noises on the covered marble. "SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD HIDE ALL THIS TIME!!!!! SHE'S GOT MY BABY THE WHORE!!!!" His words were slurred again, revealing his heavy drunkenness.

"Please, monsieur, calm yourself!" Pierre was talking with his voice raised. Amid all the confusion, he doctor emerged from the room and whispered something into Pierre's ear. He looked back at the doctor, and the whole room seemed to be scarce of air. The doctor nodded, as if in slow motion, and Pierre's eyes brimmed with tears.

"She's dead." He announced miserably.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S DEAD!" Mark yelled, furious. "YOU KILLED HER YOU FILTHY--"

As quick as a whip Pierre had a gun to Mark's head. "I only have two bullets left, and I'm only wasting one on you monsieur." Pierre choked, his voice shaky but unnaturally calm.

He pulled the trigger and Mark fell to the floor, a poll of blood staining the lush carpet. Eponine gasped, then she wondered, who was the other bullet for? By the time she realized, it was too late to stop him.

Pierre had saved the last bullet for himself.