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Title: Broken

Disclaimer: I do not own Daughters of the Moon.

A/N: Thanx 4 reviewing! U guys keep me motivated! And Nymbis, I'll give u a prize(:Hands u a Stanton doll:) No, wait..(:Sticks pin in his forehead:) Because he's a meanie! And here:(:Gives u a Cassandra doll:) So huggab- Uh, oh...Stanton's doll was a voodoo doll...Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, I better run before the crazed Stanton Fan Girls come and-(:A mob of angry fan girls come sworming in:) Crap...Well enjoy!(:Runs away as fast as possible:) I DIDN'T MEAN IT!

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Chapter Six

The Cathedral Encounter

Cassandra gazed at the Cathedral in front of her, mesmorized by its intoxicating beauty. A statue of Saint Mary stood tall, her cement eyes staring at Cassandra with such forgiving kindness, that it made her want to become something good. Something pure.

She pushed open the finely crafted, wooden doors and stepped inside. Her breath caught.

Windows with various colored pictures lined the walls, each sharing its own story, waiting for someone to speak it. A red carpet formed from the entrance and ended all the way at the fews steps leading to a chorus of candles. Although they were not lit, Cassandra could still smell the wax, and the previous smoke, filling her lungs. Everything about the Cathedral made her gawk with surprise and wonder. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so stunning.

Silently, Cassandra made her way toward the candles, pulling out her silver lighter. She blinked back tears, as her hands grasped the rosary around her neck, and pulled it off. It was clasped tightly in her hands, while the slow, easy pace of her feet made it seem like she was an almost wife, walking down the aisle toward the beginning of her blissful new marriage.

" Rest in peace, Hestia", she whispered, lighting various candles, tall and stubby, alike. But something in the back of her mind told her that Hestia might have never actually exsisted. Or maybe she had taken form in the shape of a human, in order to give her guidence. After all, Hestia was the Greek Goddess of home and the Hearth, and was startingly forgiving. And Hestia had provided her with home, after there was no one left. Cassandra smiled.

" Andddd, you are in here, why?..." Cassandra turned sharply, the rosary still clutched tightly in her grip. Yvonne leaned against a bench, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. A biter hatred began to overtake Cassandra. Yvonne had been the one who had pointed her out amongst the crowd as Stanton's next target. So half her becoming a Follower was due to Yvonne. Then Cassandra sighed. No matter how hard Cassandra tried to supress it, she had in fact loved being a Followerthe sense of control and power.

" Yes, it does feel well to have power", Yvonne responded to her thoughts.

" You're not supposed to see me- I'm an outcast. And what are you doing here?" Cassandra questioned, studing Yvonne carefully. Yvonne smirked, and turned her head away, staring at the colored, glass windows with interest.

" It's just so beautiful...", she whispered. Cassandra's mouth fell open. Since when had Followers ever cared about the beauty of religion, and how each had its own story?

Yvonne grinned wickedly, sensing her thoughts. " So beautiful to see how people actually believe in this shit. I mean, do they honestly think if they pray some higher being like God is going to bring them to Heaven? How pathetic..." Something inside Cassandra began to stir.

" It's not pathetic", Cassandra agrued. Yvonne turned at stared at Cassandra, one eyebrow raised.

" It gives people a sense of hope, a sense of faith. Instead of fearing the darkness, they turn to something that will shed light on their darkest hours. When things get tough, and evil reigns, people create something to turn to. They created faith!"

Yvonne recoiled, stunned at Cassandra's words. " Since when had you ever cared?"

" Since I discovered what true loneliness, and hatred was. I discovered my darkest hour..."

Yvonne stood there, watching Cassandra, before she finally spoke. " You're a weird girl, you know that?"

" I guess I do now..."

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Sorry 4 it being so short! But, I did add Yvonne! Hehe...