I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I'M SORRY. it's been two months and it's been hectic. last week was marching band championships-we missed making it to finals by .20 of a point. next week is showcase rehersal and then guard, guard,guard-and this is it. my last free weekend before winter break. updates will be far and few between, and i mean even more than usual. (sorry)

i love you guys and thanks for hanging in there with me.

this is a slow chapter, not much happens but hey-got a big part done.


Chapter Nine

TIMESKIP

SOPHIE'S POV

I open my eyes to a damp world of stone and straw and muttered prayer. I manage not to groan as I push myself up off a dirty white cot. Shit, I'm sore. Everything hurts. There's pain in my arms, my legs, my abdomen throbs as though it's being beaten from the inside and I'm finding it hard to even move an inch. I flex the muscles in my back and hear my spine crack, roll my shoulders to relieve some pain and feel something on my shoulder blades. So I twist around and feel my fingers around under my shirt-is it ripped? Why? How? And they brush a rough bandage.

Qu'es-ce quai… (A/N what).

Gritting my teeth, I steel myself and rip it off. Something stings. Runs down my back. I touch my fingers to the liquid and they come away red. My eyes widen in fear.

QU'ES-CE QUAI?

What happened?

What happened?

I get up, tears running down my face, and put the bandage back on. Walk over to metal bars that separate this room from a hallway and stare out. I'm in a cell.

I'm in a cell but that's it.

How did I get here?

I don't

I don't know where I am!

I sit by the bars and stare out. Rest my forehead against the cool metal and try to remember something-anything. Try to remember a clue as to my whereabouts.

I don't remember anything.

Except one thing.

"Sophie, did you know who Jacques Suniere was before you went to live with him?"

"He was my grandfather."

"No. No, he wasn't, Sophie, but that's okay. You don't know any better. Do you know why Silas killed him, Sophie?"

" Opus Dei."

"yes. They sent him to look for the Holy Grail, Sophie. For the bones of Mary Magdalene."

"The prostitute?"

"no. she wasn't a prostitute, Soph. the church lied about her so that the truth would be hidden."

"what do you mean?"

"she was married, Sophie. Married to Jesus. She had a child. A daughter. Her name was Sarah. Sarah had children, too, after she grew up. Then she died and met her father in heaven."

"God?"

"no."

"I don't…"

" It's ok, Sophie. The drugs are strong. It's ok that you don't understand right now. do you get what I am saying? If Sarah's children had children, do you get where this leads?"

"…yes." I had just been saying that so that the questions would stop. I was so confused.

"Jacques was not your grandfather, Sophie. He was your protector. That thing that Silas was looking for were bones of a dead holy grail, but he didn't know that Jacque was really protecting a live one, did he?"

"no." I was aware something had happened, some critical piece of information had just been given to me, but I didn't know what.

" go to sleep, Sophie. Hunter's gonna come sleep with you so that all the nightmares stay away, okay?"

"okay."

I don't understand.