Crimson Beauty

A/N: So little reviews..but the ones that did review made my day :D Add a little background info, a new gang, and Jack...and voila! You get this chappie! Enjoy!

Fleur stood in front of the stage with a grim expression on his face as he watched the dancers go through their routine. He would have been enjoying it if he didn't have the Phantom fuming a few feet away from him.

The fact that Monica wasn't back yet made is bad mood increase as he watched from Box 5. Fleur turned his attention once more onto the stage and tried his best to ignore the Opera Ghost who kept burning holes into his back.

Giana stood in the center running through the dance with a troubled expression; she had a bad feeling about her friend's absence. She faltered slightly on the part that they hadn't gotten down yet as Fleur shook his head and stopped them with a wave of his hand.

"63 dead! Can you believe it?" a voice yelled from the entrance as every head turned to look at Lucy who held up a newspaper and shook it in the air. Fleur turned as well as his brow furrowed when he saw the smile that the diva was trying to hide.

"I told you it was going to happen, the Jackals never got along with the Bastards," Lucy added as she looked at the man that was walking next to her. Fleur turned to look at the Phantom only to find him standing with a pale expression on his features.

"Did you say Bastards?" Giana asked as she walked over to the edge of the stage with concern. Lucy nodded and handed the newspaper to her as the young dancer skimmed through the article.

"Both sides lost men in the shootout that occurred during the midnight hours when the city slept…leaders from both sides are dead…police expect both sides will clash again," Giana read skipping lines in the article as she read for names. "Joker is dead?" she whispered to herself when she read the name of the biker that she had met a few hours ago. She recognized several other names that Monica had mentioned but failed to find her name mentioned anywhere.

"Why is this our concern?" another dancer asked as Giana dropped the newspaper and turned to look at him.

"I know several people who are involved in this…I need to leave," she told him before facing Fleur. Fleur merely glanced at the Phantom for orders but found the Opera Ghost still unresponsive as he nodded at the young dancer who immediately took off with the paper still in her hands.

"Due to the inconvenience rehearsals will continue tomorrow, I expect all of you to be present…you are dismissed," Fleur told them as everyone present started to pick up and leave including Lucy who left with an arrogant stride and a smile on her face knowing that Monica would be present for a while.

"What do you want me to do, Master?" Fleur asked as he walked into Box 5 only to find the Phantom leaning up against a pillar. He looked at sea of seats with a faraway look before he straightened himself up and turned to look at Fleur.

"I want to know everything that occurred…I want to know where she is," he told the younger man in a low voice as Fleur nodded and immediately set out to do what he had been told. He knew better than to stick around when the Phantom was unstable, and at the moment he didn't look like he was handling the news too well.

The Phantom watched as the younger man rushed out of the theater before he turned sharply and slammed his fist up against the wall. It echoed eerily as he stood there with clenched teeth, he knew letting her go was a bad decision on his part.

The smile on the blond woman's lips when she came in with the newspaper didn't please him either; in fact everything about her displeased him. He would have to keep a close watch on her while she was in his domain, but at the moment all he cared about was his muse. The voice of the young dancer kept repeating over and over in his thoughts.

'63 dead…'

He didn't care about the number; all he cared about was the woman that had made her way into his life. He couldn't afford to lose her; he couldn't even begin to think of what he would do without her.

With that in mind he turned sharply and descended the stairs before waiting for Fleur to come back, all he could do was hope that she wasn't one of the 63 bodies that were recovered.

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Giana drove through the city in a hurry, to say that she was a nervous wreck was an understatement. She kept griping the steering wheel with shaking hands as her knuckles started to turn white. She slammed down on the breaks when she noticed the light had turned red up ahead and sighed trying to calm herself.

If she kept driving like that she would end up killing herself, she leaned back on the chair and tried to concentrate on other things before the roar of motorcycles startled her and caused her to look up ahead.

She knew that both of the major biker gangs in France were down, so to see motorcycles during that time didn't make sense, both sides would be recovering not riding through the city. It wasn't until she saw the patches on their jackets that she started to panic once more; it wasn't any of the gangs that she had been introduced to.

A snarling wolf stared at her as the gang of bikers turned and headed in the same direction that she was heading, the people around them stopping and allowing them to pass through.

"Werewolves of London…" Giana whispered as she looked at their name on their jackets and wondered where she had seen it before. She shook the thought off when several of the men pulled their heads back and howled sending chills up her spine. She could see where they got their names from, the symphony of howls startled her, they truly sounded like wolves out for blood.

The light turned green and despite that Giana found herself staring at the bikes that rode up ahead as cars from behind started to beep at her. She shook her head and snapped out of her thoughts as she drove over to the closest hospital and parked outside. Immediately she could see the same bikes from before parked outside, some of the men were still on them with a smoke in their hands while the others remained inside.

Giana's curiosity increased when she entered the hospital and headed towards the reception desk, she found the woman who was working there scared to death with all of the bikers waiting around in the area in front of her.

"Excuse me, I was hoping you could tell me if a friend of mine is here," Giana told the woman as she cleared her throat to get the woman's attention. The receptionist turned to look at her and after Giana had given her all of the information that she needed the woman shook her head and leaned back into her chair.

"I'm sorry mademoiselle, I can't let you see her," the woman told her as Giana started to argue with her before a hand settled over her shoulder. She turned to see a biker staring the receptionist down.

"I'm sorry, I must have heard wrong…did you say she couldn't see Monica?" the man asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down Giana's back as he pulled her closer to him. The receptionist smiled weakly as she shook her head.

"No monsieur, I was giving her the room number," the woman stuttered as she wrote it down and handed the piece of paper to Giana with a shaking hand. The biker who was holding Giana glared at the woman before directing Giana to the door leading further into the hospital with his arm still around her as he opened the door and let her through.

Giana merely walked through the door with her gaze directed at the floor as the biker stepped in after her.

"I must apologize for my actions but women like her make me want to carve her face with a knife," the biker told her as he walked next to her. Giana turned to look at him and almost wished she hadn't. He stared back at her with cold green eyes, his face straight. He reminded her of Judas for some reason, but she wasn't about to start comparing the two bikers at the moment.

The only thing that made him different was the patch on his jacket. He was a Wolf, not a Bastard. With Giana's limited exposure to gangs she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad.

They continued to walk in silence until they reached the room that the woman had written down for them. They walked in to find another biker already there leaning over Monica's bed with a grim expression.

"Boss, can we come it? She's a friend of hers," the biker next to her asked as he stopped at the doorway and bowed his head. The other man stood up and nodded as Giana went in and shook her head when she was the state in which her friend was in.

"Oh my god," she whispered as she walked over to Monica's side. The female biker remained sleeping as the young dancer stood beside her with her face straight. She could see the bandages that had been applied over her shoulder; something told her that that wasn't the only thing that had happened to her friend.

The two men stepped out into the hallway as Giana took a seat next to Monica's bedside.

Giana remained with the biker for a while hoping that she would wake or give a sign that she was alive. She sighed and stood up after spending half of the day with the woman as she headed for the door, the two bikers that had been waiting outside stepped in after she exited.

She looked back as she walked down the hallway and caught a sight of the same biker that had escorted her as he winked at her before stepping into the room.

Monica shifted when she felt the bed dip at the end as her eyes opened and shot over to see what it was. Her gaze narrowed dangerously when she saw the man that was sitting at the foot of the bed.

"Beelzebub," she snarled making an attempt to get up but failing as she fell back against the pillows. A sneer formed on her face as she continued to glare at the man who merely smirked back at her.

"Hyde," he growled back with the smirk still in place. Monica made another attempt to get up and strangle him before the pain returned full force and caused her to fall back once more with a barely noticeable whimper. "Sister…how unfortunate that we should meet like this," Beelzebub told her laughing as he leaned over to her.

"We are not related!" Monica barked bringing her hand up with the remaining strength that she had as she swiped it across his face.

Beelzebub reeled back with a hiss as his hand flew up to cover the right side of his face. Monica looked at him defiantly from her position on the bed as her chest rose up and down rapidly in anger. He wasn't surprised by her attack, in fact he had almost been expecting it. The last time their paths had crossed he had gotten a knife imbedded into his leg.

"And you, your brother is dying in the room next to mine…why are you here?" Monica asked in a dangerous voice as she looked at the biker that had helped Giana get into the hospital. The man looked down before he looked at Beelzebub for permission. The leader of the Wolves nodded to the younger man as he walked out of the room to go and see Judas.

"I can see that you haven't changed at all…sister," Beelzebub told her as he removed his hand and exposed the three gashes that ran across his cheek red with blood.

"Why are you here?" Monica snarled watching his every move as she managed to sit up despite her body protesting and crying out in pain.

"I heard the Jackals took the Bastards down," he told her running his hand over the scratches that she had just given him.

"You heard wrong, their numbers are lower than ours…and so are their leaders," she told him biting her tongue as the pain got stronger with every second that went by.

"Lucifer is dying…and you aren't far from where he is," Beelzebub told her as the smirk dropped from his face. "He took three bullets to the chest, two on his right arm…how can you possibly expect him to come out alive from that?" he added as he looked out of the window.

"Lucifer isn't dying…he can't die," Monica told him as Beelzebub dropped his head and walked over to her when a tear rolled down her cheek. The pain was unbearable and the fact that her men where all dead or dying finally started to sink in.

"Could we start again…? I'm tired of arguing, tired of fighting, you need me, and I've always needed you...this is what Felix would have wanted," he told her sitting down again next to her as she looked at him with bloodshot eyes. She had never accepted him as her brother, she had never approved of her father having another family without telling her. The fact that he was the leader of the Wolves had always fueled a rivalry between them to see who would control the Bastards, and in the end she had been left in charge by her father.

"Joker is dead, Lucifer is close to dying…" she told him as he nodded and pulled her close to him, he was shocked when he didn't receive a punch from her or another swipe at his face. "They're leaving me alone…I can't do this alone," she cried holding on to his arm as she comforted his half-sister. This was the first time they were in the same room and they weren't fighting or screaming death wishes at each other.

"Father was right, death does bring family together," Beelzebub told her as she cried even harder when memories of the night before resurfaced. She could still feel the blood running down her hands as she watched Joker die in her arms, she could still see Voodoo lying in front of them no longer breathing. Flashes of her men sprawled on the cold unforgiving pavement plagued her mind.

"I can't do this alone…I can't," she cried as her half-brother closed his eyes and continued to comfort her. He had heard of the shootout when one of his men walked in with the newspaper and rode out as soon as he could to see if his sister was still alive.

"Shh, you won't have to do it alone," he whispered to her, "we'll get the Jackals…I'll make sure we take them down," he told her as she nodded and tried to calm her nerves.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry that we've wasted so many years fighting with each other," she told him as his jaw clenched. He couldn't agree more, they had resented each other for so long that they had forgotten they were related.

"Father always told me how much you hated me…I can't blame you though," he told her, "I would have done the same if I were in your position," he added as the painkillers started to kick in. Her eyelids started to drop as her crying turned into sniffles.

He set her down carefully and fixed the covers as he stood over her and smirked, he finally had his sister on his side. After years of fighting they were finally seeing eye to eye.

The other biker walked in once more looking paler than the snow that lay on the ground outside which caused Beelzebub to stare at him with concern.

"How are they?" Beelzebub asked as the other biker shook his head grimly.

"Judas doesn't look too good and Gabriel is knocking on death's door…" he paused slightly as he looked at Monica and then at him, "Lucifer…I don't think he'll make it past the night, he's been through hell and back but I think the Devil has reached his limit."

Beelzebub nodded before he motioned for the biker to follow him. The exited the room and headed downstairs to plan out their next move, they failed to see the other biker that had been waiting patiently around the corner.

Jack watched as Monica's half-brother descended the stairs followed by Judas' brother with a look of hate on his face before he pushed himself off of the wall and headed towards her room.

He entered and stopped when he saw the beat up state in which she was. He walked over to the side of her bed and paused to look at her. It had been so long since he had last seen her, she hadn't changed however.

"Beautiful…" he whispered as he caressed her cheek. She shivered at the contact and moved away from him as he pulled his hand back slightly not wishing to wake her. His feelings hadn't changed for her, he still loved her and he still wanted her, but the fact that the Phantom rarely let her out of his sight irritated Jack. He was still going to go through with Lucy's plan and hope for the best, but at the moment all he cared about was the woman resting on the bed next to him.

He leaned over the bed and placed a kiss on her lips before drawing back and exiting the room quickly having already dragged out his welcome. He knew that they would be back to check on her, the last thing he wanted was to be caught anywhere near her.

He exited the hospital through a different entrance avoiding the Werewolves all together and mounted his bike as he looked at the building once more and bit his bottom lip in desperation. He revved the bike up and drove away before he blew his cover.

He looked to the sky when it started to snow; large flakes fell from the grey night sky and hit him as he drove towards Lucy's house once more. He shook them off of his jacket as he increased the speed of the bike and cleared his thoughts, all he cared about was the woman lying in a hospital bed miles away from where he was. He didn't care if she had a gang to protect her or the Opera Ghost to hide her, she would be his, come what may…she would belong to him.

Well, you can see that Lucy is going to finally have some one on one time with the Phantom and Jack is back...hehehe that rhymed XD Review!