Ungrateful Back-Biting Snake!

A/N: This is more of a filler chapter, plus you guys have to understand how this is all going to unfold right? Things have been hectic since I recently bought a Pitbull puppy...for those of you with dogs...you know what I mean, I hope to update sooner since this is so short! So be on the look out for a new chappie soon! Kuddos to those of you who can figure out where some of the dialouge came from! ;D

Lucy tossed and turned in her bed, her sheets discarded at the foot of the bed. Her guilt was overwhelming her mind, it was smothering her. She shifted again flailing her arms to the side, her peaceful dreams turned to nightmares the moment she told Jack about seeing Monica near the Opera Populair.

She had her own selfish reasons for doing such an act. Ever since that night on the roof of the Opera house she found it incredibly difficult to put the Phantom out of her mind. She constantly found herself thinking of him throughout the day and smiling for no apparent reason. She shook it off when she caught herself, but it was useless trying to prevent it.

She found herself drawn to the Opera Ghost since that first meeting, and it was that state of mind that caused her to act and set Jack loose. Her mind however decided to scold her for doing such actions in her dreams. But was it so wrong?

She had acted out of jealously as well; to see Monica coming out of the Opera House alive had caused a seething rage to bubble deep inside of her. If the brat survived the Phantom then why couldn't she?

She had considered going to the Opera House countless times before, but she always ended up backing out and heading back home. Part of her was still horrified of being killed with his rope or whatever he called it. She liked life; she didn't plan on losing hers just yet.

But why was Monica so special? The harlot had no special features. Her hair was black, her eyes a muddy brown, what made her so damn likeable?

Lucy often found herself thinking that question for hours. She was perfect compared to Monica; she had angelic blond hair and sea blue eyes. Her skin had a light tan as compared to Monica's pale complexion. Lucy loved the sun, she loved light. Night however, was something she detested. The mere thought of being in the dark repulsed her. Perhaps that's why Monica was so pale, she never went out when it was sunny, she preferred the night. It seemed to give her a rush.

Lucy was prefect, so why couldn't the Phantom just see that and make her his victim instead? She certainly wouldn't protest.

She had watched every movie, read every book, listened to every soundtrack, and as the days went by she found herself more and more drawn to the elusive specter. She deserved him, not Monica!

Sure music wasn't really her thing; she preferred partying and socializing with friends. Candles were out of date as well, some modern lamps would do the Phantom well, and that organ of his certainly wouldn't be missed by Lucy, in fact she could picture a Plasma mounted on the wall as replacement.

Lucy knew he wouldn't mind if he suggested all of those new remodeling ideas, in fact she was certain he would welcome her with open arms. Only one thing stood in the way of her perfect plan: Monica.

The self-centered, attention seeking, two faced traitor.

She had to get rid of her in order draw the Phantom's attention on to her. By god she could certainly sing better than that screeching pig, she could dance better, hell she looked better. She was an angel, and Monica was a demon blocking her way.

Lucy didn't care if she had a child to look after despite all of her duties as a leader of a motorcycle gang. She didn't care if she had to constantly help others when they were in need, and she certainly didn't care if she had to put their wellbeing before herself. Monica had to go, end of story.

Whatever Jack had done, she deserved that thousand fold. She didn't care if she had caused permanent damage to her 'friend'. She could care less, all that mattered was her. That's how it had been since the beginning. Her family was richer, of higher class and of greater influence.

Sure Monica's family had always had the favor of the people for being generous compared to her own family's cold demeanor. She really didn't mind, in fact she liked to feel better than others, she liked to be noticed, but it was hard when Monica was around.

She would draw more people in than Lucy; perhaps it was her way of talking, or her politeness. Lucy could never place it. She really never wanted to either. She deserved the attention not her! She was better that her! She was better…

"Lucy!" Jack shouted pounding on the door to her house desperately trying to get out of the cold air of the snow storm that had picked up outside.

Lucy's eyes shot open upon hearing the knocks, her thoughts had been cut short as well. To hell with it she would probably have another time to think of them. It could wait, her wellbeing was more important, and so was her plan.

She rushed down the stairs and opened the door pulling Jack inside upon seeing him standing there. His leather jacket was stiff from the cold air outside, snowflakes were scattered in his hair quickly melting due to the warmth of Lucy's house.

"God Jack you had me worried to death! You didn't even call me!" Lucy scolded. Jack paid no attention to her mussing; he merely stood paralyzed in the hall. He looked down at his blood stained hands while Lucy walked up behind him and smiled sweetly upon seeing her work.

"I hurt her…" Jack murmured turning his head to look at her, his eyes bearing nothing but remorse and disgust for himself.

"She betrayed you! Shunned you and despised you! Why can't you see that? You did nothing wrong," Lucy told him leading him into her living room where her own dog lay on the couch. It jumped down and stretched before trotting out of the room as the pair of humans entered. The dog had no intention of being in the same room as Lucy, that meant risking it and getting beaten sooner or later.

"But I…I actually hurt Monica," Jack mumbled sitting down halfheartedly staring into the fire as Lucy paced behind the couch he was on. Her temper flaring.

"Monica! Monica! It's always her!" she spat storming out of the room as Jack ignored her.

The fire crackled loudly, fiery embers dancing before his eyes. He wouldn't forget what he had done until he died, he had to see her. Win her back; he couldn't lose her to that monster who was probably just using her.

He knew the whole gang would be looking for him; he would have to watch himself. For now, he would stay with Lucy, but when the time was right he would visit Monica. He had to.

They were all playing a dangerous game; one wrong move could spill disaster and death. Jack just hoped he wasn't the first to fall. He would risk it if it meant seeing her once more.

Devil take the hindmost.

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