Hush Little Baby...
A/N: One more chapter left after this one my dears, I love all of the reviews that I've been getting so I decided to update this sooner :D Enjoy...or rather, try not to butcher you dear author ;D
Monica woke when she felt her phone vibrating against her, she groaned and pulled back before she noticed she had fallen asleep on the Phantom. A blush came to her cheeks as she managed to untangle her hair from one of the buttons on his vest without waking him.
She turned away and picked up her phone before looking at the message that she had received, her face paled instantly and she shot off of the couch in panic. She scampered around for a blank sheet of paper, wrote down a note for the Phantom and practically rushed out of the lair.
She pulled on her gloves hastily as she ran through the catacombs and slipped her jacket on in a rush as she reached the Opera Populair, she ran past Fleur who threw her a questioning glance. She didn't even bother in stopping or looking back as she threw open the main doors and stepped outside into the cold night air.
She jumped on her bike and revved it up quickly before she drove away at an alarming speed. She pulled her phone out and held it to her ear as she waited for Logan to pick up.
"You called, boss?" his voice answered sleepily as she cursed and dropped the phone into her lap when she drove through a red light and narrowly missed a collision with a semi. She picked the communication device once more and held it in place with her shoulder.
"Get Beelzebub to send someone over to Germany, Kiri isn't safe, I don't want anyone coming near her without my approval," Monica snarled before she hung up and continued to drive recklessly towards her destination.
When she reached the Notre Dame cathedral she practically jumped off of her motorcycle and rushed in looking desperately for one man in particular. She screamed when she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist and pull her into the shadows of the church. Her mouth however was covered by a gloved hand which muffled her cry as she was slammed up against the stone wall of the immense cathedral away from the view of any passerby.
"Jack?" she asked horrified as the biker turned to look at her in alarm before he looked around to see if anyone had heard them. Satisfied with the fact that his cover hadn't been blown he turned to look at the woman in his hold.
"The one and only, beautiful," he replied with a sheepish grin. All Monica could do, however, was frown back. She knew something was wrong the moment he had sent her that message, why would he blow his cover now? Why risk her rating him out with the Bastards and the Jackals?
"What have you done?" she asked holding back tears of pain before rubbing the back of her head trying to soothe it from the collision it had just suffered seconds ago. Jack saw this and dropped his smile before running his hand over her head and down the back of her neck.
She turned away from him making him frown once more; she hadn't forgotten what he had done to her. He didn't let go of her as she looked around to see if anyone had noticed them, if any of her men were to find them there they would shoot Jack on the spot, it didn't matter that they were in a cathedral.
"Nothing that you can't fix," he replied as she turned to look at him once more, she didn't like where this was going.
"Jack, please tell me this has nothing to do with anyone else but me," she told him as he looked away briefly. She turned his head with one of her own hands and forced him to look at her, "Jack…what have you done?" she asked him once more rubbing his cheek with her thumb as he looked down and then at her with uncertain eyes.
"You would never forgive me if I told you," he replied stepping closer to her. She shifted noticing their bodies were practically pressed up against one another.
"Jack, tell me," she demanded trying to put some distance between them.
"I was the one who told the Jackals when to strike, I knew there wouldn't be a lot of men at the bar to defend it…" he confessed as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth in shock. He saw this and shook his head before frowning. "I never though any of you would go down," he added as she felt tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You killed Joker and Voodoo," she choked slapping him as welcomed the hit. He knew he deserved it and more but that wasn't his reason for calling her to him.
"I didn't want this," he confessed as she looked up at him again, what was he talking about?
"There's still time to fix this, Monica," he told her pleadingly as he took one of her hands and held it in his. She stared at him wondering what he was trying to say.
"What do you mean?" she asked shifting once more uncomfortable with having him so close. Jack on the other hand merely pulled her towards him.
"Leave with me, leave him behind," he whispered in her ear as she pulled back with a confused gaze.
"Jack you know I-" she started before he silenced her by placing a finger over her lips.
"I can control myself, I can't say the same for…" he trailed off and stopped himself before he gave Lucy away, "the point is, I'm trying to avoid you any more pain, sorrow, misery," he told her brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.
She closed her eyes and processed what he had just said; it was more than just that, there was something he wasn't telling her.
"What does Kiri have to do with all of this, she's just a child, Jack," she asked reminding him of the message he had sent her.
"I would never do anything to harm her, you know that, " he replied with a stern look, "but I cannot protect her either," he added as Monica's look shot to his in a heartbeat.
"Jack, if anything happens to her-" she warned him with a growl before he silenced her once more by dipping his head down and crashing his lips up against her own. He stepped closer as she stepped back until he pressed her up against the stone wall.
She pulled away and held him back with her hands up against his chest as he breathed heavily; it had been ages since he had felt her lips against his, that moment had felt like heaven to him.
Monica stared at him trying to figure out what he was doing as her chest rose up and down rapidly in rage upon having him catch her off guard like that.
"Jack, what do you want? I can't stay here any longer," she told him as he wrapped his hand around her neck and pressed her up against the wall once more. She squirmed against him but he pinned her down with his other hand.
"Lucifer can't do anything, Joker is dead, and you're here with me," he told her as she stared at him with fury apparent in her expression, her hand gripped his jacket warningly as she dared him to mention their names again in her presence.
"Beelzebub left Germany unprotected, Kiri has nowhere to hide and no one to run to," he told her as he leaned in and breathed in her scent while his breath hit her neck making her shudder in fear, "leave with me, I will make sure nothing happens to her," he told her as she looked at him and pulled him back by grabbing a fistful of his hair.
He growled in the back of his throat as pleasure shot through him, Monica on the other hand sneered at him, "Are you trying to use Kiri to get to me?" she asked tilting her head as he stared back at her with lust filled eyes.
"Never…but I'm sure others wouldn't hesitate," he warned her thinking of Lucy who was in Germany already with Kiri, no doubt ready to kill the child if Monica chose the Phantom. "Please, for all our sakes, abandon your Opera Ghost," he pleaded with her as she stared back defiantly.
"You know I can't," she whispered to him as he shook his head in dismay, she had no idea that Kiri's life was in her hands. He couldn't give up that easily, not after everything that he had been through with her.
"Please, baby…" he begged as he held her to him, his eyes never leaving her own pair. She stared back with mixed feelings for the man in front of her; she couldn't understand why she couldn't hate him. She loved the Phantom, she knew that, she couldn't understand why she hadn't called Beelzebub to take care of the man in front of her, she couldn't bring herself to betray him like that.
Despite everything he had done to her, she couldn't hate him.
She couldn't….
"Jack…I can't," she whispered to him as he resisted the urge to scream in frustration. The love she had for the Phantom outweighed the love she had for him, he knew that. He couldn't bring himself to let her go, she was everything to him.
"I'm sorry, my love," he whispered back before kissing her again, she had sealed not only her fate but Kiri's as well. This wasn't right; she bit down on his bottom lip as he hissed in pleasure once more before she turned away from him and ran the back of her hand over her lips in disgust.
She stared back at the blood on her hand, she had made him bleed.
"I can't," she cried before she walked away from him, as much as it pained her she knew she could never forget his betrayal, she could never love him like she loved the Opera Ghost.
Jack stood shocked as he watched her leave; he grimaced when he tasted his own blood. He pulled out his phone and dialed Lucy's number.
"She denied the offer, I wouldn't put it past her to drive to Germany," he told the other woman before hanging up.
"I can't be responsible for what happens to you now," he whispered as he watched her slip through the large wooden doors of the cathedral before snarling and slamming his fist up against a column. He had not only lost her but Kiri as well, there was no knowing what Lucy would do.
He turned away from the entrance and looked at the altar before he sat on one of the many pews and dropped his head. There was no excuse for his actions, repenting was useless, helping Lucy kidnap Kiri in order to deliver her to the Jackals was unforgivable.
He sighed and closed his eyes, before the night was through there would be more deaths than ever before, all because of him.
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Monica drove through Paris at a breakneck speed, she had already warned Beatrice to lock all the doors and hide until she arrived. She didn't dare stop until she reached her home in Germany; she had called the other charters nearby and ordered them to head over to her house.
She checked her revolver that remained on her waist before she increased the speed of her bike, the motorcycle roared as she sped down the streets. She couldn't afford to lose Kiri; she would lose herself if that happened.
The blame would be on her and her alone.
She knew that tonight was the opening for the Opera Populair and as much as she wished she could attend she knew nothing was worth more to her than having her child by her side alive and unharmed.
As night fell, however, and she arrived at the large mansion she knew something was horribly wrong. The front door had been kicked down, the dark wooden door swung back and forth in the harsh winter air.
Monica dismounted her bike and rushed towards the entrance, she gasped when she saw the scene before her. Blood had been smeared on the walls, the windows had all been broken, the furniture tossed aside, and the power had been cut.
She followed the trail of blood with the help of her lighter all the way to her living room where she froze at the sigh that her eyes landed on.
"Oh god, Beatrice!" she choked as she ran to the woman's side. The blond lay on the ground, her throat slit, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. Monica crouched before her and closed Beatrice's eyes which had still been open in shock before she held back more tears.
This was all her fault, what had she done?
She stood swiftly and rushed out of the room in a panic once she noticed that Kiri was nowhere to be found.
"Kirimi! Kirimi, where are you?" she cried desperately rushing from room to room, her hands shaking in horror every time she found them empty.
She rushed up the stairs tripping over the last one as she recovered quickly and rushed down the hall when she heard a soft cry. She paused as she reached the room that had once belonged to her father; a note had been placed on it.
'Now you'll know what it feels like to lose family and be betrayed, Hyde.
-Stryker."
She stared at the piece of paper and at the letters that had been written in blood, no doubt Beatrice's as she turned the doorknob and noticed it was closed. She cried in frustration before she backed up and started to kick it down.
By the time she had managed to make a hole in it she reached through with her hand and unlocked it splintering herself in the process as she burst through and froze in horror upon entering.
Kiri was on the ground, her once beautiful face covered in blood as her tiny hands held her stomach trying to stop the bleeding as Monica stared at her and tried not to faint as she neared the small child.
"F-fraulein…it hurts," Kiri cried weakly reaching for her mother with a crimson hand as Monica fell to her knees and pulled her child close to her. She held Kiri to her chest as the small child held on to her mother in fear, she didn't understand what was happening to her body it terrified her.
"It's ok, baby," Monica sobbed rocking the child in her arms, "its ok, mommy's here," she cried holding her as Kiri held on to her jacket.
"It hurts, mammi, make it stop," Kiri choked as she reached up weakly to touch her mother's face. Her fingers smeared blood on Monica's cheek.
"It's gonna be ok, you won't feel any pain," Monica whispered to her glancing at the wound on Kiri's stomach. Even if she called the ambulance there was no way Kiri would live, she had already lost too much blood. To make matters worse she started to cough up the red liquid as Monica held her closer and closed her eyes in despair.
"I'm sorry, m-mammi, don't cry for me," Kiri whispered as her eyes started to close. Monica could tell she was having a hard time with staying awake, the child had probably just held on long enough to see her.
"Aunt Lucy promised me you'd come," Kiri told her weaker than before as Monica's eyes shot open upon hearing Lucy's name. Stryker's note ran through her mind…could Lucy be capable of betraying her to this extent?
Monica was about to ask Kiri about it when she noticed her child was on the brink on dying, the words died down in her throat, she couldn't bring herself to ask her that now.
"Shh," Monica whispered kissing Kiri's forehead as Kiri closed her eyes and struggled to breathe as she coughed up more blood. Monica held back her tears and smiled down at Kiri when she opened her eyes once more.
Monica couldn't understand why it had come to this, why they had picked Kiri instead of her. She could hear her child's laughter in her head when she had seen her last; she could still see her smiling with her teddy bear in hand.
That was how she had wanted to remember Kiri, not like this. Bleeding and broken on the floor, unable to do anything to soothe her pain as she started to slip away Monica did the only thing she possibly could, she began to sing to her dying child. Her fury getting the better of her as she snarled and twisted the once peaceful lullaby.
"Hush little baby don't say a word…
Momma's gonna kill for you the whole damn world.
And if they don't laugh at our jokes…
Momma's gonna stab out their goddamn throats.
And if they start to run away…
Momma's gonna paint the streets with blood.
And once the blood starts to wash off…
Momma's gonna blow some more heads off.
And if the world still doesn't laugh…
Momma's gonna go and poison them.
And if the world still tries to fight…
Momma's gonna burn their houses down."
Monica sang shaking with rage as her voice cracked when she felt Kiri's body go limp in her arms. She looked down and stared at her child noticing she was no longer breathing, the blood however continued to flow and stain her clothes and floors.
She paused as her bloodshot eyes stared at her child.
Kirimi was dead.
That was all it took for Monica to lose it, everything collapsed around her, nothing mattered anymore. She let out an agonized scream as she refused to let her go, this couldn't be happening to her, she held Kiri close to her as she continued to scream, she didn't stop until her throat bled.
She couldn't register pain anymore, she couldn't feel anything. She had finally killed Kiri; she knew her lifestyle would one day be the cause of it. She had killed her child…she was a monster.
She cried until she could no longer shed anymore tears and even then she continued to sob uncontrollably as she held Kiri's body to her chest wishing for her to wake, to make everything right.
It should have been her instead of Kiri; the thought crossed her mind endlessly. They should have killed her, not her innocent child.
Monica didn't even register when Beelzebub entered the house with the rest of his men. She did, however, feel when they began to pull her away from Kiri.
"No!" she cried out hoarsely elbowing her brother as he fought back his own tears and pulled her to him while his second in command, Greed, took Kiri from her.
"Let me go!" she cried desperately reaching for Kiri as she was picked up by Greed and carried away from her sight. She struggled against her brother's hold and clawed at the door as she watched them carry her small body away, she couldn't stand to let her go.
"God, Monica," Beelzebub choked fighting his own emotions as she went limp in his grasp, "your covered in blood," her brother commented as she stared blankly ahead, her face expressionless. He couldn't stop the tears that finally fell from his eyes, they had killed his brother's only child, he would make them suffer for that.
"What are we going to do?" he murmured as the salty taste of his tears reached his lips, he frowned and let her go knowing that she wouldn't follow after his men who were busy taking care of Beatrice and the bodies of the maids in the house.
Monica collapsed on her knees as her brother rushed over to her side and held her with concern, he knew that losing Kiri was hard for her; she would probably never be the same after her death.
"I'll kill all of them and Lucy…" she whispered swaying in her spot as her eyes focused and unfocused, she blinked trying to shake the effect off. Her very soul cried for retaliation, they had crossed the line when they went for her family. She wanted their blood; she would make sure they suffered just like Kiri had suffered. "I'll fucking kill them."