Thanks to my reviewers. I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't seem like my greatest work but my friend just miscarried twins so my mind is elsewhere.


Frollo paced the floor, wondering where his fiancé could be. The fire before him roared with passion, desire and anger; just like him. His feet stomped on the stone, his face twisted into emotions he rarely ever felt.

For several hours, he tried searching for Lavender. He got out a map of Paris and crossed X's over four or five main parts, buildings actually, where she was not at. He had so much ground to search but so little time! His men were somewhat competent, somewhat stupid. His best soldier Phoebus was put as Captain, Frollo knew he'd find Lavender. He hoped.

Finally as the sun set, he felt his heart stop. Darkness covered this land and Lavender looked like a boy, giving people reason to mug her. No…if they realized she was a girl, they might…he shivered and felt anger course through his veins. Unable to stand it, he stormed out of the room.
He'd find her himself…even if he had to destroy all of Paris to do it.


On the naturally angry black horse, Frollo rode through the streets. The cold air slammed against him, as if trying to make his mission fail. He ignored the sharp sensation of stinging coldness on his cheeks, his eyes narrowed and slightly watery. His skin looked so white that he could have glowed in the darkness.

He was worried. Searching through half the city already, he felt the lack of sleep and cluster of sudden emotions take its toll. His mind was slipping, his thoughts blurring. He couldn't think straight anymore.

He wanted, needed to find Lavender. His heart yearned and ached for her, to hold her close and smell her hair. To feel her smooth skin on his lips, to whisper that he loves her.

His grip on the reigns tightened, making the horse go faster.


Clopin nearly tripped as he got out onto the streets. His eyes darted frantically through the shadows and areas of light. The speech Esmeralda gave him, the words that spilled out of her mouth…they affected him deeply. The bottom line, he thought as he ran through the streets, is that he loved Lavender. He would protect and help her even if she did not love him.

He was on bare foot in the cold weather…at night. Chances of getting killed or mugged were slim for him, since he was the King of Gypsies. All he had to do was state his name and the criminals would back down, in fear of getting half the Court of Miracles on them.

Lavender, however, had no protection. If someone were to try and attack her, she stood hardly any chance. Just the idea of this happening made his feet speed up. His mind was racing, thinking of all the places she could possibly be.

Where could she be at this hour? The Notre-Dame church was a definite no, for Clopin knew that she realized that Frollo would look there first. Frollo, in fact, knew every place she liked to go to. So that led to a place where she hated to be…Where though?


It had to be at least midnight by the time the Judge reached an old familiar place. His mind was slipping slowly into temporally insanity, some might say. He had no where else to look, had no ideas left. What he didn't realize was that Clopin the King was there as well.

This place was small yet had a cozy atmosphere around it. And yet…and yet, it also held a haunting, cold appearance. It was a little house, a cottage one would think at first. On the edge of the fence several feet from the front door read "Blacks".

Lavender's home.

Frollo got off his horse and walked into the place. The door was unlocked, which was no big surprise considering it had been five years since the owners lived there. Inside, it was bare and gloomy. Some parts of the house fell, moldy.

Clopin entered through the back of the house, through a window. The kitchen was filthy and warm. That was strange, he thought as he walked towards the oven. That's when he realized someone had turned it on recently, opening the latch to see a small flame. He knew it had to be his friend.

A crash caught both men's attention. Both moved into the hallway without realizing the other was there. "Lavender…" Both whispered softly, neither hearing the other.

They stopped and stared the back room, where the parents used to sleep it would seem. There on the bed was Lavender, hugging her knees to her chest. Her face was buried in her arms, looking like a boy. Although they couldn't see the tears, they both heard her sobs.

They stepped forward and gasped softly. "You!" They shouted at each other. Lavender's head snapped up, looking between the two men. The three stared at each other, their gazes glancing back and forth.


Next chapter: They talk in the house as it starts to slowly burn. Will they all be saved? Review please