AUTHORS NOTE: I would really like to appreciate anyone who is reading this, and I would also like to thank the 2 that have reviewed it, I gladly take any comments and feedback. I expect this to be a very long story with a couple of time jumps, I haven't quite figured out where I want it to end yet but I have a few things I know for sure I want to happen. There are a lot of twist and turns, right now I'm just trying to enjoy it. It's been about 5 years since I wrote literally anything for leisure so you will have to forgive me if I'm not grammatically correct. Anyway I don't own POTO and beware the bottom half getting into some M rated actions. Already and it's only chapter 2!

Christine shivered slightly at her name, mm that's odd. I am just cold, that's all. Just cold.

Madeline led Christine to the fire place, "Come dear sit down while I get you some blankets and make some tea." Christine sat down numbly, the cold finally taking hold of her body, and she became sluggish and rigid. Almost as if she was frozen in the aura of the house. "Thank you ma'am" She whispered, and turned her head towards the warmth of the fire, staring intently at the mesmerizing flames. Her thoughts turned towards her father… oh papa, please be safe. Imagining him inside of their poorly insulated cabin, coughing and convulsing, Hang on papa, please hang –

"Here you go sweetie, some tea to warm you up"

"Thank you Ma'am. I was wondering what kind of help you will be able to provide my father. Certainly you do not expect to traipse in the snow, several miles and assist me." Christine eyes narrowed at Madeline's swollen belly.

Laughter erupted the room, "Why little Christine, you speak very well for someone so young!" She continued to giggle "How old are you anyway?"

"I will not say until you tell me how you plan on assisting my father. I swear it right now, if you have no intention of helping me than I shall lurch through the snow once more" Christine gazed fiercely at Madeline, daring her to challenge her. Hoping Madeline would forfeit, for she was too tired to journey back into such treacherous weather, but atlas… if she must than she must.

Madeline smiled broadly, "I must say, you have quite the spirit dear. Now please don't work yourself up, obviously you can tell that I am with child and I have under my employment a mid-wife of sorts. I will send for her first thing in the morning. Now please do not fret."

"Yes Madam, Will the gentleman of the house be accompanying us tomorrow" Not liking the idea of journeying through the woods for miles without any protection.

Madeline's lips pursed, as if she was keeping a secret for a split second and then dropped down. "No my dear; my husband passed away a month ago in a Construction accident. He took a terrible fall and survived but his concussion was so severe that the next day…" Her lips dramatically began to quiver, as if she was trying- "I - It was so horrible because I was there lying at his bedside when he finally passed away, and awoke to nurses and doctors bustling around. It was just horrible!" Madeline croaked hysterically, coming out more as a maniacal laughter than a sob of grief. "I'm sorry dear" She sniffled. "It just happened not more than a month ago, and it's still very hard to speak of, you will have to forgive my behavior."

Christine shot her a curious glance and sighed, "You are forgiven ma'am, I'm sure I would have been just as hysterical if anything were to happen to my father."

"Now dear do not fret, I am fine. Please you must finish your tea and rest; you will need your strength. By the way Christine, you never did answer my question. How old are you?"

Christine threw back her head as she gulped down the rest of her tea allowing the warm liquids to spill into her tummy spreading it's warmth like a virus throughout her body.

" I am five madam"

"Well, once your father is better I will half to meet him and know where on earth he gets your education at! Only the best for my darling Charles." Madeline stroked her belly gingerly.

"Charles is it? What a nice name."

"That is his father's name; I thought it only fitting seeing as he will never meet him. At least he will always have his name."

"How can you be so sure it is a boy?"

"Ah! Maternal instinct dear Christine. I just know" She gave me an exaggerated wink

"Oh… Madam I know this may be improper but may I?" Christine stretched out her arm, gesturing towards her swollen stomach.

"Of course, come here. Now don't be alarmed if you feel a kick or two, he's hasn't really been very active according to my mid-wife. But hopefully he will for such wonderful company." She grabbed my hand enthusiastically, "just spread out your fingers and press down firmly." Madeline pressed my hand into her stomach, and suddenly I felt something hit me! I snatched my hand away "Did. Did I hurt it?"

She laughed again, "Why no my dear, the baby just does that so you know it's alive. Try again; I think he really likes you."

I stretched out my hand hesitantly, and pressed my palm into her stomach, spreading out my fingers widely.

I waited, inwardly holding my breath hoping I could feel young Charles again. *gasp* I felt a little thud, than another and another until the baby seemed to be kicking me constantly. I giggled wildly at the magic underneath my hands, "Quite a rambunctious one he is!"

Madeline smile broaden, "apparently he really likes you my dear, and he has never been this excited before. Now, enough excitement for today, you must really be going to bed. We both have a long day tomorrow." Madeline heaved herself off the floor, grabbing more blankets and handing them to Christine. "You can sleep on the couch if you want to dear; I'm going to retire for the evening. Goodnight, I will see you bright and early."

And with that Madeline walked off, and Christine wrapped herself in the mounds of blankets, sprawling upon the rug in front of the fireplace. Watching the flames dance beautifully and spark dangerously. She blinked her eyes furiously, trying to fight off the heaviness of her lids. She continued to watch the flames, and she swore for a moment before she slipped into unconsciousness she saw Madeline, staring upon her with cold dead eyes

Madeline's POV

The sun beamed brightly, piercing through the curtains of Madeline's house, illuminating the house. Stillness wiped over the house, as I crept gingerly from her bedroom, taking in the sight of the sleeping child before me. I smiled to myself as I slipped swiftly pass the door, and was embraced by the freshness of the air and the warmth of the sun.

"Finally some fresh air" I muttered. I looked all around hoping it was safe to go see HIM.

I need to inform HIM of my new guest, and see what he has in mind for this young sweet little lamb that god blessed at the devil's doorstep. I wonder what he will have in store for her, and her father. Maybe if we play our cards right we can worm our way into their lives, clearly they have no family and would make the perfect target for any kind of…. misfortunes to fall upon.

I smiled, and I took a right down a tattered street, then a left continuing down an alleyway. I pulled my cloak over my head as I headed towards a secret passageway, pulling a latch on the rail opening before me a set of stairs. I looked over my shoulders quickly, and then made my way into the darkness. My feet carrying me exactly where I need be, and soon enough a light shone ahead. I scurried forward, whispering for him.

"Hello… Are you there?" Remembering to myself that HE did not like for me to refer to him by his given name. I saw movement in the corner of my eye, "Why hello there, trying to give me a fright?" He appeared out from the shadows, his tall stature causing his shadow to cover most of the hardly lit room, his jet black hair hanging from head pillowing down to his shoulders, his muscular build bulging out…

"What do I owe this surprise to, my dear" His voice dripped with venom as he eyed me lustfully.

I smiled coyly "Well it seems as though a young little girl ripe for the taking has found my house, and has in trusted me to find help for her sick father."

He pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands in one hand and forcefully grabbing my hair, pulling it back so my neck was exposed.

"How old is the young darling"

He began breathing heavily on my neck, tempting and teasing me, with his body. "She is just 5 years old and very beautiful if I say so my- ahhh"

I screamed as he pressed his mouth hungrily on my throat, biting me like the animal he was.

"Perfect my dear. She will do perfectly" He ran his hands along my body, groping me firmly, caressing my swollen stomach; he peeled himself off me and dropped his head whispering into my ear. "How is my boy anyway?" as his hand lifted one of my legs to his hip.

"Alive and well my dear, now what shall we do about the little wards."

He started striping me of my clothes as he relayed the plan.

"First off, we must gain her trust. Retrieve the midwife and save her father, than they both will be indebted to you. Then you must employ her to help you until that little bastard is born."

I listened dutifully, as he graced malicious kisses to my bare chest.

"Yes my dear" I moaned wildly.

"And then I will- His hands slithered across my bosoms, stopping to squeeze them tightly

"You are awful!" I squealed digging my fingernails into his back, forcing him to cave into me.

"Darling, we must ensure no one will see, and no one will know" pressing his body against mine, my stomach the only thing pulling us apart.

"Of course, everything will go according to plan." His hands dipping lower into my groin, stroking me gently separating my legs so he may grasp me.

"As for the little bastard" he rubbed me wickedly as he whispered in my ear "You will kill him, just like I killed your handsome husband!" he grabbed me forcefully throwing me unto the cold hard concrete. "Look upon me my dear, am I not a monster!" he shouted menacingly, peeling my legs apart to expose my womanhood.

"Yes! You are indeed the wicked of men, killing off my husband, and impregnating me with a demon of your own." I whispered hungrily, reciting everything he wanted to hear, spurning him into frenzy. Lifting his hand he stuck me across the cheek, once, twice, three times.

"You tease me with your brutality, please ravish me!" I clawed at his chest, as he pulled his growing manhood out; guiding it into me. As his other hand placed itself around my pretty little neck; and as he began to squeeze he thrust into me with all his force. I twisted and turned from him, knowing that he would enjoy the fight.

"Not this time, no fighting this time. Let me feast upon your body, you know it will be a while until I may get to again." Letting go of my throat, he pinned my arms above me and placed his other hand above my mouth. "Scream for me, my demon of hell!" pounding into me, a growing pressure began to rise as I screamed –

"AHHHHHH" Coming out more as a muffle, his eyes began to bulge and he panted hoarsely, thrusting brutality, pressing himself upon me. He removed his hands and grabbed at my thighs with a vice like grip, I started to lose myself to the passion. A mounting pressure building as he handled me with all the feral power he could possess.

I panted heavily on the cusp of an orgasmic release, my body quaking and thundering with the vicious assault on my womanhood. I could feel him closing in on his release; pleasure, passion, and lust consumed my body eating me away, until the silent breath I had been holding forcibly exited from me. Crashing into oblivion I finally burst, him roaring in the background as he pulsed inside me, spilling his seeds; every last drop deeper and deeper, shattering my barriers, in a cataclysmic liberation I screamed

"Javert!"

* Ah, did she just say what i think she did? And out loud... oh no, someone tell Christine.