A/N. So here's chapter two! It's in Enjolras' point of view. Things are calmer in this chapter. But you learn about him. I know this is very OOC. But this is a modernish Les Mis AU story line.
Disclaimer: Noppppe.
The beast is within. Hidden in stories and the truth. As a marble man, who is dying with every breath he takes tells his story to a girl he met only a few short hours ago, he notices things he wish he never did.
The two don't see each other again until two nights later. It was Thursday. And Éponine always got Thursday nights off. She's been two days without heroin and it was the longest two days of her life.
Another withdrawal was attacking her small body.
She was screaming. And kicking. Her lamp was broken. Hell, everything in her apartment was broken.
Marius was sitting on the couch as Enjolras held his guitar.
"Go down there." Marius tells the blond.
Enjolras chuckled. "Hell no."
Marius sighed and glared at Enjolras. "Its it because of P-"
"Don't!" Enjolras snapped. "Don't you fucking mention her. Or even compare her to Éponine. " Enjolras threw his guitar down and went to the window. He climbed down the steps and walked into Éponine's apartment.
She screeches once she sees him but he pulls her into his arms. She punches his chest.
"Shh. Éponine. Shhhh." He holds her close and rocks her back and forth. He sits them back onto her couch and cups her face. "Look at me."
She opens her eyes and the bright green eyes haunt into his blue.
"No." She whimpers.
He rests his forehead to hers. "I know its tough."
"No you fucking don't!" She screams. "You're not dying!"
"To hell I am!"
She looks at him softer. "What?"
He sighs. "Diagnosed two years ago."
Her gaze fell to the floor. "I didn't-"
"Not that many people know." He admits.
She slows down her breathing and rests her head in the crook of his neck. He rubs her back slowly.
"Tell me about yourself." She requests.
He looks down at her.
"Anything to calm me down."
He sighs and lays down on couch and she lays her head onto his chest. His heartbeat shouldn't be as rapid as it is. She's just a stripper. A broken stripper who hasn't left his mind in forty eight hours.
"I had a band." He admits.
And that band was everything he wanted. Les Amis was his world. He was the lead singer, Marius the drummer, Grantaire the guitarist and Javert the crew man. Everything he had hoped for was finally coming. Fame. Music. Sex…..drugs. Patria.
The mysterious woman that appeared at all of their shows. She finally had the balls to talk to him after he bought her a tonic and gin.
She told him her name was Patria. She showed him a new world he had never known. Drugs. Sex. Love. A world he had long to see. His songs changed. And everything he had ever cared about was Patria. She was his world. She gave him hope and freedom and love and everything he needed.
She gave him AIDS.
She couldn't take it any longer. Four months into their diagnosis, she took a razor to her wrists. Enjolras was the one to find her.
Eponine traced his jawbone. "I'm so sorry." She murmurs.
He sighs.
Les Amis broke up after Patria's death. That's what they always called it. Death. Never suicide. Javert left to chase after someone and they never heard from him again. He's some sort of a cop now or something like that.
Éponine was softly snoring by the time Enjolras had concluded his story. He lifted her up and frowned at how light she was. He carried her to her bed and pulled the covers over her. He looked at how thin and fragile she was. He shook his head.
Now is not the time to get attached to another dying girl, Enjolras.
He walks back up to his apartment a few minutes later.
"She okay?" Marius bit her lip.
"She's sleeping."
Marius put a hand on Enjolras' shoulder before he went to his room. "And you?"
Enjolras scuffed. "Dandy."