Epilogue
Six months later, Paris.
The days seemed to blend into one never ending nightmare now- Marsac spent most of his time drinking, gambling and sleeping.
Sleep did not come easy to him, but the wine helped. The accrued money helped fund his wine now he was cut off from his usual source of money- and drink wine he did. Most of his time was spent staring at the bottom of a wine bottle, and Marsac was past caring as he spent his time in a cycle of hangovers and withering depression.
He changed rooms often, not wanting to be tied down to one location in case any of Rochefort's cronies came after him- Athos had warned him to leave Paris, yet he had lived here all his life. It was were his heritage was. He couldn't lose everything that made him human.
He stumbled up the steps of his latest accommodation, a dank room rented from a dubious fellow that smelt of meat and had yellowing teeth. It was hardly furnished save for a bed and a table, but it was what he was going to call home for the next two weeks nevertheless.
He swore loudly into the night as he tripped and half-empty wine bottle in his hand slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor. Kicking the shards away angrily, he was glad of the extra bottles tucked under his pillows.
As he crossed the hallway to his rooms he swallowed hard- it had only been six months yet he felt it had already been decades. He did not do well on his own, he never had. Now he had no choice. He reached into his pocket for the key before stopping short, dread filling him. His door was ajar.
'Hello?' he called, pulling out the revolver in his pocket and aiming it into the darkness. He stepped closer, moving his inner door open with his foot before stepping inside and nearly dropping his gun completely.
In the light of the only candle in the room, bathed in moonlight, a woman was stood by the window. She smiled over at him, her long, slender fingers reaching down onto his table and pulling a dark, wide ribbon up off its surface. She didn't take her eyes off him as she raised her arms, shaking her long dark hair over her shoulders before she tied the ribbon round her neck- as she did so Marsac caught a glimpse of an angry, purple scar snaking its way like a rope. Like a noose.
'Ah, Marsac…' Milady smiled as she adjusted her hair, her voice demure and silky.
'How nice to finally meet you.'
The End
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