Chapter 5

By Interested

Disclaimer: I in no way own anything to do with TLW and no profit is being made from it.

GRAMMAR ALERT: I'll still have grammar/spelling trouble, so please bare with me. I wrote most of this at like 3 in the morning.

A/N: Please review, don't be harsh.

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"Marguerite!"

Roxton stammered, with his jaw wide open. Unlike the white, silk nightgown she had traditionally worn on the plateau, Marguerite was wearing black, silk, undergarments, which made her seem less coy, as her dark, raven hair hung loosely over her bare shoulders. She slowly approached him, Roxton's eyes were wide open from shock, as she brushed her hand against his face… then she caught his lips with her own, as she pushed him onto the bed. "Marguerite…." Roxton muttered, while he was confused and aroused at the same time... She kissed him harder, as she started to unbutton his shirt.

"Ssh…you know you want this too…" she replied

Zoth's Lair)

Zoth placed his hand upon her shoulder and looked at a brainwashed Jacqueline, and with a façade of sadness saying, "now your parents with finally be at peace." Jacqueline took a step back in confusion, replying, "what do you mean?" Zoth smiled,

"poor child didn't you know? Your master the chosen one let your parents die when she had the power to save them."

"What!" Jacqueline shouted in rage.

"She was with them before the bombings, and took you and your brother but left your parents to die, because she wanted you all to herself" Jacqueline hands turned into fists as she angrily hurried out.

"I was doing this for power… but now she will pay…..

As Marguerite laid kisses down his neck, Roxton suddenly went limp as he realized, thinking to himself… this was Marguerite… and he did want to be with her in this way so badly, she looked, sounded, and even smelled like Marguerite… but it wasn't 'his' Marguerite, before the future bombings, with a softer inside, the Marguerite that he knew and loved. So suddenly he sat up pushing her off of him, as he then threw her a blanket for decency.

"What the hell!" Marguerite replied as she fell onto the ground.

"I can't do this with you." He replied, as Marguerite looked at the blanket he had thrown her questionably.

"Cover yourself…is that the kind of nightgowns women wear in this century..?" Roxton muttered. Marguerite quickly stood up holding the blanket as it quickly started to burn, till it turned into ashes. Roxton stepped back from the display, in fear. Marguerite stared at Roxton as her eyes turned back to normal, when she was leaving the room she said in the same pattern of seriousness,

"not now, but I'm much, more fun now than you could ever imagine, and soon you will come to me. And trust me it will be an unforgettable experience."

Morning…..

The explorers had awoken and dressed as they gathered outside, Marguerite, Isaac, and a few men already waiting for them.

"Sleep well?" Roxton asked Marguerite mockingly as he adjusted his vest. She only stared forward, replying calmly,

"I don't sleep." She replied, as she pulled out a lengthy, silver, sword.

"Isn't that a little old fashioned?" he questioned noting Marguerite's men, brandishing new-age handguns.

"Old maybe, but more accurate, especially in close combat, guns are useless." She replied, giving each person a freshly sharpen sword of their own, While Veronica stood back from fear of not knowing the intentions of the older woman. Leaning over to Challenger she said,

"remind me to hug our Marguerite when we get home, because when I called her cold or heartless, I know now that for our Marguerite was an exaggeration."

Looking around, Marguerite then looked towards Isaac questioning,

"where's Jacqueline?"

"I'm not sure… she left last night but has yet to return." Then suddenly Veronica pointed out,

"that must be her." As the others followed her glance, Jacqueline hastily jogged up.

"Where were you?" Marguerite demanded.

"None of your damn business! And when did you suddenly become my mother?" She retorted. There was fire in Marguerite's eyes but it quickly went out, not wanting the others to get involved in the subject, Marguerite started.

"Enough! Lets hed out in that direction, it should only take us a day to get there, I would transport us, but even my power is limited." As they headed out Veronica noticed a suspicious smirk on Jacqueline's face, that reminded her of Marguerite when she was up to no good.

To be continued….. Remember the more reviews I get, the quicker I post.