Alright, decided to update early on a couple of something really bad happen to my friend last night...I can't say that is chapter will cheer you up, but the fact that I did update should! P

Alright. Remmeber, Vachel still thinks that Monique's name is Fawn, which is actually her mothers name. What a fool is truly is. Although, he is smarter then I give him credit for.

Enjoy
oh yeah and PS: sorry the last one was short. I just kind of thought it was time for an update.

Monique decided to retire for the night when Bayard was telling the actors their parts in the play. For some reason, when Vachel got the part of Ethan, it just made her want to faint. 'Oh no…if he is to be the leading man…then…I have to actually be around him...

Oh how disturbing.' She thought to herself. She really didn't like the vibes and feelings she got off him.

Sure he was handsome. Okay, he was extremely handsome, she had to admit. But with him…he didn't seem to take a hint. This could be a problem.

"Fawn! Oh Fawn, my dear!" he called out with a little laugh. With her head still turned to him, she completely rolled her eyes. 'Was…was that a pun? Oh dear lord…that was terrible…' She thought to herself irritably. When she spinned around to face him, she had a smile.

"Oh…Vachel. It is good to see you again. What is it you need?" she asked dripping with sweetness. 'He must be a complete fool if he believes I am being nice to him.' He smiled.

"Oh, then I suppose you already heard that we are to be partners! I wish to rehearse later…perhaps around six?" he asked while looking down at his feet. He started to rub them into the ground like a nervous little boy.

He never liked to play the insecure card, but this woman was special. And a challenge. For a challenge, he always gave whatever was needed.

"Oh…well….I….need to tend to my owner this evening. I truly am sorry. Perhaps tomorrow morning with everyone else?" she told him with a fake sympathetic tone. Help Beatrice? Unlikely. It was the only thing she could think of. He frowned.

"Well…if you say so…" he said still looking down. He looked back at her shyly, and looked away. Monique turned her head a little, and lifted an eyebrow.

'…Shyness? No, he must be trying to fool me. A shy man wouldn't come up and introduce himself to me the way he did only a month ago…' she thought to herself. He walked off with his head low and walking slowly. She continued to stare at him.

Once Vachel turned the corner outside the theater, he stood up right and looked up. He cursed to himself, and got out his box of cigarettes.

'Damn! She is smarter then I thought…' he thought, 'she saw right through my plan. I'm going to have to try harder next time, I suppose…'

He got out a cigarette, light up a match, and lit. Smoking slowly now, calming his nerves a little, he noticed an adorable innocent blonde across street. He smirked a little.

'Well…I must have my fun when I can.' He considered. He dropped his cigarette, and stepped on it. He would put off his little Fawn until a little later. Right now…this girl seemed pretty fine for now.

Monique headed back to the room. When she was close to the door, she saw a note on the door. She picked it off, and read it. It said;

Well Jezebel, now that you have the part that should have been rightfully mine, you may have your own room. It is three doors down to the left.

And one more thing. You may have the leading role in the play, but remember your place. Because if you don't, I'll justly remind you.

Your mistress,

Beatrice.

A room away from Beatrice? Hmm. Wishes really do come true sometimes…

She got to her room and opened it up. It wasn't exactly big, but it wasn't small. She put her things on the floor by the bed. She looked up at the ceiling, and noticed there was a tile-like rip in the corner. On the floor, there was a chair standing underneath it. 'That's odd. It almost looks like….an Erik like way in.' she thought to herself. Suddenly, the tile-like door began to move. She was somewhat startled at first, but eased when she saw to black shoes, black pants, and a matching black cap landed on the chair. Obviously, Erik had decided to drop by.

When he came out completely, he jumped off the chair and looked at her for a moment. She didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, she decided to speak.

"Hello, Erik. Nice to see you." She said with a quiet smile. He moved a little closer.

"I heard that you made leading role. I wanted to congratulate you." He said with a little nod. She smiled lightly.

"Thank you. I hope I do well. It's a shame I'm pared with Vachel…" she said with a small sad look. Erik frowned. 'Oh, my friend Bayard, you're going to have a rude awaking later…' he thought to himself.

"Quite a shame indeed. A warning, though. Its best not to…to get involved with him. He tends to…like women more then he's suppose to." He said nervously. He shifted a little.

"Oh? I suppose I should find someone else then?" she said teasingly. He just stared at her for a moment.

"Well…yes, someone who is right for you." He said smiling a little. He may have been smiling, but he hated his words. 'Wish it could be me…' he thought.

"Well then. What if I were to tell you…that…think I might have found someone?" she asked. He gave her a curious look. 'Whoever it is better be worthy.' He thought enviously. She took a step closer.

"I am happy for you then. Who is this….lucky man?" Erik said with a fake smile. Monique smiled a little wider.

"What if I were to tell you its—"she was quickly cut off by a sharp knock at the door.

"Fawn, my sweet! I must speak with you at once!" a voice called from behind the door. Monique groaned. Then thought quickly.

"You can't go back up there! There is no time…you must….hide under my bed!" she said grabbing his hand and leading him there. He crawled under the bed and waited. He wanted to watch what would happen. Vachel almost slammed open the door.

"Oh, my fair Fawn! I know it has only been two hours sense we've parted ways, but I just had to see you again!" he said while opening his arms. He walked towards her, with his arms still open. Monique backed away.

"Vachel, I'm somewhat…flattered you care about me, but now really isn't the time to…hug me?" she said in a confused voice. She didn't really know what to say. She had Erik under her bed, and Vachel wanting a lovers embrace practically right in front of him. Clearly, this was not the time to have one of those. Then again, when it came to Vachel, there really was no time.

"Oh but Fawn! I as I do care deeply for you…my feelings for you…have grown." He said with a dreamy smile. Monique raised an eyebrow.

"Well…that's all good and fun, but you really must leave…I'm expecting someon—"she was cut off once again Vachel's closeness. While she was talking, she didn't notice just how close he really came.

"Oh Fawn…is the feeling consensual? Please say it is so!" he said with an insecure frown. Monique's eyes widened. She was just too much for her right now.

"Uhhh sure okay I believe you need to leave now, okay? Good night and good bye!" she said while pushing him out the door. Once he was out, she slammed the door shut and locked it. She sighed, and fell to the floor. Erik crawled out.

"I'm very sorry this happened, if I knew he was coming I could have locked the damn door—"she stopped talking when she noticed his facial expression. She got up and got closer to him. He backed away.

"I should be getting back….I have a few things to do." He said. He stepped on the chair, and opened up the tile. Before he climbed up, she grabbed his pant leg.

"Wait! When can I see you again?" she asked. He looked down at her. He held the same facial expression as he did when he was on the ground.

"Perhaps tomorrow evening. Only a perhaps, though." He said with a sigh. He climbed into the ceiling, and disappeared. She looked down.

"Did I say something wrong?" she said to herself.