For y-x, who inspired me to haul my sick ass back to the computer and get this update out. For anyone who hasn't read Alea Iacta Est (which is pretty much nobody! Lol) you must go read it now.
Perhaps you're right. Delusional's not such a bad state…
Breaking the Broken
Fourteen
Vent
Your conversation never sticks
'Cause no truth in you exists
Yeah, you bite before you lick
I love ya but you're such a prick
Collective Soul
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When surrounding yourself with friends isn't enough, it's time to look for allies
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It was the "can't miss" party of the year. At least, until next week anyway. It was a who's-who of Prestridge University as the entire in-crowd and anyone who managed to wrangle an invite or sleep with the bouncer packed themselves inside the trendy club. Naturally, her highness Cassidy Merteuil was there to mingle with her loyal subjects. She had yet to run into them, but knew that Jason would be lurking around here somewhere, and along with him would be Patrick. Silently fuming at the very thought, Cassidy realized that she had been so preoccupied with her cousin's sudden surfacing in good old California that she had been completely derailed from a task of utmost importance—making those assholes wish they were never fucking born.
The fumes of anger extinguished quickly as her large light brown eyes locked with a pair of electric green ones. Though the club was small and crowded, packed with people and smoke of all sorts, she would recognize those eyes anywhere as the ones of her tormentor and –though she realized it with a sickly horror—best friend of the last fourteen years of her life. Politely excusing herself from the crowd gathered around her who were too stoned to notice anyway, Cassidy began to meander her way across. However, she would not get there uninterrupted.
A tall black boy, rather handsome but nothing she hadn't seen before, slid into her path. He reminded Cassidy a bit of some loser musician Kathryn had mentioned she was fucking briefly last summer. What was his name…? Roland? Robert? RONALD! There we go. She knew it reminded her of the McDonald's clown. Quirking an eyebrow at the hands that seemed to find their way around her waist, Cassidy questioned him in a frosty tone that would make anyone else get the hint. Anyone else.
"I'm Desmond. Des, to my friends. You can remember that name, you'll be screaming it later," he winked at her. He actually winked. Eyes widening, Cassidy leaned forward imperceptibly to reassure her that the offender was completely wasted. Unfortunately, her hypothesis proved incorrect. He was sober as the day is long, and equally cheesy.
"Sorry Des, but I'm not interested," Cassidy stated simply, detaching his hands from her bony hips and taking a step around. Desmond was not to be deterred though, stepping directly in front of her and brining his calloused hands up to her face. She flinched visibly, appalled that someone had the gall to touch her. Who the fuck did he think he was!
"How can you say that? You don't even know me," he whispered softly, fingers caressing her cheek softly, apparently missing the blatant disgust flashing in her eyes.
"Now that is where you're wrong," Cassidy said triumphantly, tapping his chest pointedly for emphasis. "I do know you. I know you, and dozens of other guys just like you. I'm not interested in them, and I'm not interested in you. Now will you get the fuck out of my way?"
"Oh, playing hard to get, are we? Fun," he licked his lips lasciviously. Grabbing her wrist suddenly, he tugged roughly and began to pull her through the crowd. Eyes wide, in alarm this time, Cassidy felt herself begin to fill with panic. Everyone here was under the influence of something, and nobody would know the difference if she happened to disappear, and Desmond easily outsized her. But she was a Merteuil, goddamn it, and she wasn't going anywhere without a fight.
"LET ME GO!" she screamed, and a redhead in the corner looked up vaguely with a large smile on her face.
"Hi Cassidy!" she beamed, waving her arms broadly, causing her to lose her balance and promptly topple to the ground from the stool she had been sitting on. Strike Two.
Gripping the bar with talon-like fingernails, Cassidy held her thin body in place. For the first time in her life, she cursed herself for being so thin. At first she ignored the persistent tugging on her left arm, pondering briefly how much cover up it would take to mask the bruise that was surely forming. As she decided she would simply wear a sheer sweater instead, the jerk jerked her arm, launching her forward. Struggling to maintain her balance, Cassidy marveled at how there wasn't a single person in this section of the club that seemed to be aware of the fact that she was being assaulted. She could feel hatred, resentment, disgust building up inside of her, and before she knew what she was doing, the same nails that had latched her to the bar were prying open the laces on her heavy heeled sandals.
"Oh Desmond," she cooed flirtatiously, and before she thought it through, Cassidy launched the shoe at him with more force than she knew she was capable of.
Never underestimate an angry Merteuil.
"Bucking bitch! Boo broke 'y bose!" he shrieked, and Cassidy took a perverse pleasure in the girlish shriek he let out as the shoe smashed into him, followed by the sickening CRACK that seemed to snap everyone in the section back to reality. Sure, now they were functional!
Blood gushed from the nose in a steady stream, and the obvious shape-change made it clear to anyone looking that it was broken. Far from remorseful, Cassidy picked up a vodka shot from the bar, toasting him calmly before tossing it back with a smile.
"Now if you'll excuse me," she simpered, gliding past Desmond and concerned bystanders. Out of nowhere it seemed, Kathryn appeared. She had a tendency to do that, to be seen only when she wanted to, to hide in plain sight. It was a trait that Cassidy was convinced she had gotten from their grandmother, the ability to camouflage yourself and lie in wait for your prey to do themselves in. Shaking her head, her deep brown curls flew as she shook the morbid thoughts from her mind.
"Well, that was quite the show," Kathryn smiled, the neon lights casting an eerie yellow-green sheen over her pale skin, making her appear very surreal.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Cassidy ground out, anger flashing across her pretty features.
"Oh, calm down," Kathryn spat, "it's not like he was going to hurt you."
"Oh no, rape is always pleasant," Cassidy volleyed back.
"Well, you'd know," Kathryn snorted, the sound reverberating through the cup half covering her face. Suddenly, an idea seemed to come to her, enlightenment sweeping over her face. "Half empty or half full?" She held out the cup to her cousin, who peered down her nose at the amber fluid.
"Empty," she drawled, confident in her answer. Kathryn did not, to Cassidy's surprise, fire back with a witty retort. Convinced that she was walking into a trap, Cassidy had opted to just be honest. Instead of the big secret being revealed, Kathryn merely smiled, a small, secretive smile that agitated her more than any snide comment would. Refusing to cave to her curiosity, Cassidy asked the real question of the hour.
"What are you doing here, Kathryn?"
"Sebastian's out of town, and I thought I'd have some fun," Kathryn kept her tone deliberately light, but that didn't fool either of them. Cassidy smirked viciously as she watched the darker greens emerge in her cousin's eyes, the slight insecurities that were never allowed to show themselves revealed in the pools of emerald.
"Interesting. Who is he visiting?" Cassidy asked this as if it was a throwaway question of no real importance.
"Oh, just an old acquaintance. He hasn't seen them in a while, and thought he'd drop in," Kathryn skirted, trying to give off the illusion that she knew exactly what was going on, when she was really as questioning as the next person. Scanning the room as she spoke, her eyes fell upon a tall guy, with green eyes and a strikingly familiar mop of brown hair. "Cassidy, who is that?"
"That? Oh, that's Sean," Cassidy answered, smiling slightly.
"Thought so," Kathryn smirked, satisfied.
"Fucked him?" her cousin asked casually.
"Mmm-hmm," Kathryn mumbled in response.
"Any good?"
"Yeah, sure. Nothing earth-shattering, but he got the job done."
"Ooh look!" Cassidy cooed.
A short brunette had made her way over to Sean, a hopeful look upon her face. She coyly bit her lip, running a hand down his well-defined bicep. Kathryn smiled, remembering exactly what she loved about high school. Consistent gossip. They hadn't caught on until the very end that she and Sebastian were the gods controlling their world, that they were all pawns in her game. Every action had an equal and opposite reaction, and Kathryn liked nothing more than to watch the ripples in the water she had created. The girl's face fell in disappointment as Sean gestured towards an attractive brunette in the corner, shrugging apologetically before gently removing her hand.
"That girl's Rachel. She's… um…"
"A whore," Kathryn finished bluntly.
"Yes, but a rather wealthy one. Her dad owns something or other. We've met her before, I think."
"Yeah, I remember her now. God, she's an annoying little tramp."
"She's certainly lived up to that here at Prestridge. According to the sorority, she has a bit of a 'Guy of the Week' program going. So far, she's slept her way through most of our year. Sean's her biggest challenge yet, but he's just not interested," Cassidy shook her head in fake empathy, and the cousins shared a devious smirk.
"Who's that girl?" Kathryn asked, pointing with her electrifying eyes.
"In the corner? Oh, that's Katie."
"She's pretty," Kathryn remarked idly, swirling her drink around in her half-empty-or-half-full cup.
"Yes, most of the grade thinks so. Jason tried her before, but she wasn't interested. But she and Sean are in loooove, or some bullshit like that," Cassidy rolled her eyes. Kathryn was on the verge of replying scathingly when her cell phone began to pulsate against her hip, the melody blaring from it lost among the noises of the club.
AUNT CAMILLA
The screen glared back at her, much the same way her uncle's wife did. Sighing exasperated, Kathryn backed into the dark corner of the club, signaling to Cassidy that she was on the phone.
"Hello?"
"Kathryn! Oh, thank God!"
"Hi Aunt Camilla. How are you?" Kathryn inquired in a chipper tone, while examining her nail polish.
"Something terrible has happened!" her aunt shrieked overdramatically. Kathryn's first instinct was to roll her eyes, but she could feel her heart plummeting into the pit of her stomach. An image of a sullen four year old popped into her mind, contrasting sharply with an image of bubbly, bouncing blonde at age three, and guilt began to set in as Kathryn realized that she hadn't seen this child in years.
"Is it Juliette? Is she back in the hospital? Camilla, what's going on?" Kathryn asked, her words pouring out in a nervous stream as she began to pace, the click-click of her heels the only distinct sound in the corridor.
"No, she's not back in the hospital, sweetheart," Kathryn really did roll her eyes at this term of endearment that was so misplaced in their relationship. "Actually, that may not be true. I have no idea where she is! When I got home tonight, she was just gone! She packed her bags and left!"
Much like uncle Alain has been trying to do, but you just don't seem to get the picture, Kathryn sneered internally. Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
"Well, I'll let you know. I have a feeling she'll turn up soon. But I'll call grandmere, just in case," Kathryn simpered into the phone, wheels of thought turning at high speeds behind her green eyes. He couldn't have…
"Actually, you don't have to, Kathryn. I was just about to call Issy."
Flinching at the absurd nickname for her regard grandmother while suppressing a laugh that the thought of a call from Camilla would be received at Tromperie Manor, Kathryn stared in wonder at the phone. Her favorite uncle's bride had been part of the Merteuil family for years. A very detached part, trying to distance her clan from the legacy, but a part nonetheless. Yet she still seemed to be so oblivious about so many things. Particularly that no one got away with calling Isabelle by a nickname.
Except Sebastian, Kathryn mused internally. Her blonde stepbrother never seemed to grasp the concept that full names were names too. While most people would cower until the intimidating gaze of a Merteuil woman, Sebastian welcomed the challenge. Somehow, he managed to charm each and every one of them, in varying degrees of course. He alone was immune to the impenetrable forces surrounding them, breaking down their barriers to the point where the majestic women became Belle, Kat, Cassie, and Jules or Julie. Right now, her young cousin got the privilege of two nicknames. If this musing were to be done aloud, the sarcasm would be evident. Yet with the way Juliette was maturing, she had a feeling she would drop the cutsie "ie" of her childhood. Kathryn Merteuil saw a lot of herself in Juliette, the sweet features and tiny voice lending themselves to a perfect cover for their true deeds. How the young beauty would turn out had been doubtful for a very long time, given her nearly-sainted mother. The first inkling that her powers would be used for evil, not so much good, was the immediate rapport she developed with Sebastian. Slightly jealous, Kathryn didn't really understand why she was so taken with a man who wasn't even part of her family, but Juliette adopted him as a sort of brother, and Kathryn began not to mind so much. It didn't really matter that Sebastian got more attention from her cousin. She didn't like children anyway.
Each woman, or child as their case was, detested nicknames, and with good reason. Isabelle, Kathryn, Cassidy and Juliette Merteuil were names carrying great cache, held by women who were worthy of fear, respect, veneration… or would be one day. Yet not one of them seemed to be able to tell him no when he used one for them.
"No, don't worry about it, Camilla. I was about to call grandmere as it is, it won't be any trouble."
"You were about to call your grandmother?" her voice cooed back in disbelief, traces her of Midwestern accent drawling. "You sound like you're at a club."
"Hah. That's funny. Must be bad reception. I'll call her now, it won't be any trouble, don't go out of your way, Camilla."
"Aunt Camilla," she corrected absently.
The pleasant tone Kathryn had been forcing herself to use melted away quickly. A sneer curled her pretty lips as her face darkened ominously. It was one thing to be an insipid little twit, but quite another to patronize her. "Did you say something?"
"Oh, no, dear. Thanks for making the call for me, I'm late for a meeting at the Christian Group," Camilla hung up with not so much as a goodbye, recognizing the signs that she had tossed her volatile niece into hostile territory.
Rolling her eyes in irritation, Kathryn scanned the room again, keeping track of her cousin as she punched numbers into her cell phone. However, these numbers did not belong to her grandmother…
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His expensive cell phone rang in his pocket, and had he a spare hand, he just might have answered it. However, with two entire trays full of food, Sebastian Valmont found himself otherwise occupied. Realizing this with a small grin he noted that this was probably the most work he'd ever had to do in his life, as lifting weights was entirely by choice. Plopping the food down unceremoniously onto the sticky table, Sebastian wondered how the hell Juliette had convinced him to come to Burger King of all places. A look down at her swinging feet, hanging feet above the ground as she spun happily on her stool answered his silent question.
"Yay! Did you get chicken?" she asked, clapping her hands excitedly.
"Of course I got chicken. You said anything except hamburger, and you look enough like a rabbit as it is, we don't need to give you salad," he teased, marveling again at how excited she got over the smallest things. With all that she had been through in her few short years, Juliette Merteuil had had most of the happiness and zest for life sucked out of her, and yet she still managed to concoct some enthusiasm for things as small as eating dinner with him at a dingy fast food restaurant along the highway.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? I don't look like a rabbit. I'm really pretty," Juliette shot back, narrowing her beautiful blue eyes. It was true, of course. With her long blonde curls, those deep cerulean eyes, porcelain skin with rosy cheeks, and tiny, fragile body, Juliette was an exceptionally beautiful child. But it always amused Sebastian that she never needed to hear it.
"Yes you are. You look like me, you know?"
"I know. That's why I picked you," Juliette said simply, biting the tip off her chicken nugget and chewing primly.
"Picked me?" he asked, biting into his own hamburger.
"Yeah. There are plenty of others guy in the world, but I think we make the best team. We're both really pretty. And you're pretty cool. We just get each other. Not just anybody would've come all the way from California to get me. And 'member when my heart failed?" her tone was light, as if she were discussing the weather or her haircut. Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, shocked that she thought anybody could forget that night.
"Of course."
"Well, you were there in like a half hour! And Kathryn had said that you were really busy and might not be able to come at all, and I was really worried that I would die and I wouldn't see you ever again. But then you were there, and I was okay."
The way she said it was so simple, Sebastian could hardly comprehend it. She stated things in a way that made her opinion seem like fact, as if he could argue with her for the rest of their lives but she would still maintain the fact that he came and saved her. That would make for a sort of twisted irony, he mentally noted with a smile. Deep down, he thought that it had kind of been Juliette who saved him. There hadn't been much to his life. As Kathryn had so poignantly put it, "Introduce her to your world of sex, drugs, and…what else do you do?" Kathryn had been kidding, knowing that her own life was much the same, but he had a sad knowledge that there hadn't always been more. Then along came Juliette, and he had had someone to balance him out. Someone to teach him what unconditional love really was, love in its purest form. Anything he would ever feel for anyone else would always be tainted, by resentment or lust or greed, but a brief sort of redemption came for him in the form of the tiny girl. He knew, of course, that she hadn't "chosen" him, as she put it, because they had been tossed together from the very beginning. From the first time he held her after his step-aunt gave birth, Sebastian had known that this child was something special. Neither had actually chosen the other, but wouldn't it be pretty to think that God had chosen them for each other.
"You still hungry, Jules?" he asked, pointing with his eyes at the empty container of fries that she had virtually inhaled. Blushing slightly, she nodded. "Alright, I'll go get more," he heaved a long-suffering sigh, but grinned to let her know that he was kidding. He would gladly buy her the entire restaurant, greasy food and sticky counters and all, if it meant that she would finally gain some weight. She really was alarmingly skinny.
"One king sized fries, please," he ordered, and didn't notice until two minutes later that the new cashier who had replaced the elderly man they had had only a half-hour ago hadn't moved an inch. Instead, the teenage girl simply stared. Chuckling slightly, Sebastian could already tell where this was going. It was no new territory.
"Bon jour, je m'appelle Sarah," the girl smiled. Unaware if she was foreign or flirting, or perhaps both, Sebastian smiled charmingly.
"Sebastian."
"Vous parlez le français?" she cooed, delighted.
"Oui." Obviously, you bleached blonde bitch.
"Voulez vous couchent avec moi, ce soir?" she batted her eyelashes. Sebastian bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from laughing. She had to be kidding. Even back in New York, where he had fucked pretty much everything with a pulse and a pussy, he had always tried to steer clear of fake blondes. This girl's hair was a color he couldn't even pin down, but it was a rather repulsive shade of orange, as if she had put too much Sun-In in dark hair, and bright blonde streaks. Even besides that, she seemed to have recently removed her nose ring, leaving a bright red hole in her right nostril that was actually making him kind of nauseous from looking at it for too long.
"Non, il fait ne pas, vous la vache stupide, » Juliette sidled up beside him. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a straight face, as the beautiful child told off the cashier, fluorescent lighting bouncing off curls the color that the employee may have been attempting with her dye. Juliette might not have needed to call her a stupid cow, but it couldn't hurt.
"Votre soeur?"
Sebastian opened his mouth to deny this when Juliette beat him to it. However, she took creative license in her response.
"Son enfant d'amour de illégitime, « Juliette smiled sweetly as the fast food worker's eyes widened in shock, looking back and forth between them rapidly and noting the physical similarities.
"C'est vrai?"
Sebastian shrugged helplessly as Sarah rushed about with a crimson blush staining her cheeks. She nearly threw the fries on the counter as she scampered into the kitchen. Once she was gone, Sebastian finally let out the peel of laughter he had been holding in. Swooping Juliette up and depositing her back onto her chair, they began to eat the fries they had just acquired, apparently free of charge.
"You don't think it was a little bit overkill to tell her you were my illegitimate love child?" he chuckled.
"Something told me that she wouldn't have bought it that I was your mistress," Juliette shrugged, her small pearly teeth demolishing the crispy fry.
The phone rang again, Sebastian's large hand sliding promptly into his pocket to retrieve it this time.
KATHRYN.
"Valmont," he said into the phone.
"Valmont, did you fucking kidnap my cousin?" Kathryn's voice demanded, reception crackling her tone but doing nothing to disguise the partial anger and part curiosity that composed it.
"Kidnapping is too strong a word. I think we prefer that I helped her run away. What do you think, Jules?"
"Assisted run away," Juliette nodded firmly.
"Where the fuck are you, Sebastian?"
"Burger King," he grimaced, and Kathryn laughed, just imagining the look on his face as he admitted that.
"Burger King? How did she sucker you into that one?" she laughed.
"You should see her, Kat. She's so skinny."
"Well, did you make her eat?" she demanded, concern leaking through her icy tone. Sebastian smiled, knowing that Kathryn didn't hate children nearly as much as she claimed. At least, not this particular one. Blood is thicker than water, and it runs deep within.
"Of course. That's what I'm doing in a fucking Burger King!"
"When are you coming back?" insecurity edged its way into her tone this time.
"Soon. Tonight, probably. Tomorrow at the latest. We'll be there in the morning, Kat."
"Alright, well, try not to get yourselves killed."
"Aww, it sounds like somebody cares," Sebastian teased, Juliette's giggle in the background.
"Wow, your reception must really suck," Kathryn spat back.
"Aright, I'll see you at the hotel," Sebastian said.
"Call me later?"
"Okay," he snapped the phone shut with a slight smile brightening his features.
"You two definitely need to get back together," Juliette shook her head condescendingly. And then her somber air was shattered when she threw a fry at him.
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"Cassidy? This is Annette."
Cassidy could vaguely hear Patrick's weasely voice over the blaring music and was planning on ignoring it completely. However, there was something about that name that made her entire body tense. Snapping her head around, her deep brown curls flew as her eyes locked with a pair of soft blue ones. They contained hurt and fear and excitement and vulnerability, and Cassidy would recognize that look anywhere. She herself had worn it once, long ago.
"Annette. Nice to met you," she drawled, a bright smile across her face that never quite reached her eyes as she extended her bony wrist to shake hands with the slightly plumper blonde.
"Hi Cassidy."
"You two live in the same dorm, if I'm not mistaken."
"Tourvel?" Cassidy questioned, her eyebrows raised. Hopefully not the newly vacated dorm below her. If so, there was always the chance that she had heard her slight nuclear meltdown the other day, and that could always lead to some awkward moments. However, Annette's smile remained pleasant as she nodded shyly.
"Patrick's told me so much about you," Annette gushed, a slight bit of hero worship alighting her pretty face. Oh?
"Did he? All good, I hope," she smiled. At times, Cassidy Merteuil's smile was a double-edged sword. You could read into it what you wanted, be it happiness or a polite air, but it could always take on a meaning of its own. It was truly astounding, how many things could be read from it. At this very moment, Annette Hargrove saw a kind smile radiating warmth, while Patrick Bale read a predatory gleam among her pearly whites, a signal of danger, a disguised warning.
"Oh, of course. I could really see us being friends," Annette said hopefully. Something unidentifiable flashed in Cassidy's light eyes for a moment. Friends? Not quite.
"I would love that!" Cassidy squealed uncharacteristically. It was actually a little embarrassing for her, but as she saw the relief that washed over Annette's face as she did, she knew that it would all be worth it. The enemy of mine enemy is my friend.
As Annette and Patrick departed, Annette promising to call her the next day, Cassidy smiled. This time, there was no misinterpreting her meaning. As her large calculating eyes took in Kathryn on the dance floor with Jason, a real smile upon her cousin's face, and Annette hand in hand with Patrick, Cassidy realized that she wasn't quite sure how, but all her half-formed plans were falling into place, indirectly as it seemed. Kathryn and Jason seemed to be making their way towards the door, something the curly haired brunette found very intriguing. She couldn't help but laugh a little as Kathryn passed Desmond leaning against the bar, accidentally kicking him hard in the shins. Kathryn and Jason giggled as they walked past the muscular boy hunched over in pain, as Annette and Patrick slow danced closely in the middle of the floor, her looking only slightly uneasy.
There was just one guy missing, but she had a feeling he'd be harder to crack than the rest.
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Hey guys. I'm completely aware that this chapter may very well be the suckiest thing in the entire universe, but I was very interrupted while writing it. Namely because I'm sick as hell.
Okay, this chapter was called "Vent", but not for the reason you might think lol. The fictional characters here aren't quite fictional. Desmond and Sarah are both people I know. Similarly, they are both people I despise. Lol. And Rachel… haha, Katie, that's all on you. So yes, it's true—I do horrible things to people I don't like in my fictional universe.
Kerimack: Welcome back to the land of the living! You have been sorely missed! Lol. While you've been gone, I've been practicing how not to be an embarrassingly gushing fan, so I'm going to attempt that now. But for the record, you nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw that the review was from you lol. I'm glad that you like my extended Merteuil family tree, and that you picked up that it was inspired by Jason's line in CI3. I was beyond flattered when you said that I inspired you and got you re-interested. Trust me, it's usually the other way around. Haha.
Ocfan108- I don't think you'll have to worry about a few chapters in a row being about Annette. I find writing her to be a very painful experience. Lol. Notice that she hasn't gotten a full chapter to herself thus far, so that probably won't change lol. I'm glad that you loved Juliette, but don't worry about possibly liking her more than Kathryn—Katie and I do. Hahahah
Luvs-bitch01- Hehe, you did notice that. Yes, she's quite the combination of Kathryn and Sebastian. I'm like giddy over the fact that everybody loves Juliette.
y-x- No, Juliette's escaped relatively uninfluenced by her Snow White mother. Isn't her mom annoying? But there will be evidence of that coming up later on… muah ha ha! For some reason, I'm not surprised that classical music inspired AIE lol. You'll never guess what I'm listening to as I wrote this.
Katie- So far so good on the Juliette front. But we should probably start concocting painful fictional deaths for people… just in case. Lol thanks for your help when I was coming up with ideas for this chapter. Hope you liked the Rachel/Sean/YOU! Cameo in there lol.
I'm so sorry that I kept you guys waiting on this one. You can thank y-x that this is in existence at all lol. I'd love to reply to all of you individually, but my head is starting to spin lol. So I'm going to go back to sleep now, but thanks for reviewing guys! I love you! Lol. Please review and let me know what you thought of this chapter. Thanks for reading.
Xo Sam
P.S. Yes, I know, I pretty much have a new one-shot per chapter of this story lol. But please go check out "Barely Breathing". It's my first CI songfic, I believe. I'm rather fond of it lol. And also to remind you that "Fade to Black" is a sort of prequel to this story, so anybody who wants a better understanding of this Kathryn should definitely go check it out. And now it's lay-down time for me...