I do not own Pepe or Penelope

I do own Didier (which means "desire.") and residents of the hotel and all.

Based off the cartoon Heaven Scen which does not belong to me. I mention that Pepe is strong here which he did in the same cartoon. Watch it!

I thought about extending the last chapter a little. Pepe saves Penelope's life in a way here. How romantic! This one is very serious with a brief drug mentioning and assault. Nothing graphic as usual. Kind of will make you think twice about Pepe being a rapist which he isn't (to me.) He's just a loveable stalker.

Chapter Nine

Protecting Penelope

Penelope had dinner at the hotel's luxurious dinner room. Men eyed her lustfully seeing her beautiful form and pictured what was under her dress. Penelope was oblivious to them as she ate.

The dinner room had a small bar where fine wine and champagne was served. Many women were sitting among it drinking wine in fine glasses with their girlfriends chatting about their husbands or boyfriends. Some bottles were being sent up to rooms by waiters.

Penelope passed by it when one cat with fur as dark as rich chocolate eyed her. His eyes were green like a gem. He smiled. He was one mad lady killer. Suavely, he went up to her and whispered.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle," he said huskily. Penelope knew it wasn't Pepe. This voice was too deep to be his. She whipped around and saw the cat holding two glasses of wine.

"Wine pigeon?" he said. Penelope was hesitant in that she had never really had wine before. Yet, thinking it would make him leave her alone she took it.

"Thank you Monsieur," she said politely. What she didn't know was the wine she took would make her pass out because of a drug in it.

"Name's Didier," he said. "What's yours pigeon?"

"Penelope," she said shyly. She sipped the wine and wanted to spit it out. She swallowed it though and held her gagging reflex back.

"Eez your boyfriend weeth you?" asked Didier.

"I do not have one," said Penelope. The wine left a strange after taste on her tongue. Then it felt addictive. She sipped it again. Then again. She could hear Didier talking about something but it sounded muffled to her.

"Eet's getting zhere," he thought.

Thankfully Pepe came in for a small glass of wine. He felt tiredly physically, but couldn't get his brain to rest. Wine could make one drowsy. He had just entered when he saw the scene.

Penelope completely weak from the mysterious chemical had dropped her glass which shattered loudly. She fell forward into Didier's arms that caught her and then lifted her up bridal style.

Pepe stood in front of him. He frowned at him.

"Where are you going weeth her?" he said.

"Upstairs to my room," said Didier. "She's a purebred by zhe looks of eet."

Pepe felt his protective side kick in. It usually kicked in when his little sisters were in trouble. Here it was for a lady he felt smitten by.

"Put her down," he said coldly.

"I don't zhink so Shreemp," said Didier who had hardcore abs and muscles compared to Pepe who in comparison would have been like a stick next to a log. "Back off. You can mess weeth her tomorrow eef you want."

"You're not going up weeth her," said Pepe again stepping closer to his face. Didier dropped Penelope down who hit the floor and only moaned in pain while still weak. Her dress went up a little revealing some of her legs which Didier smiled at. Pepe only looked at them in surprise.

"Nice legs," he said under his breath. He meant it as a compliment not as lusting. Lifting his eyes back up Pepe stepped over her to protect her from being lifted again. So what if Didier was tough than him by appearance? It was quality, not quantity that mattered.

Didier rolled up his coat sleeves revealing a visibly tattoo of a heart. Pepe made a fist which made Didier notice his purity ring. (The same ring Penelope would wear one day.)

"Nice jewelry," he snorted. "Eet compleements your feminine side."

"I suppose you've never heard of zhe "purity ring," have you?" asked Pepe with a threat and sarcasm in his voice. Didier shot a fist at him which Pepe easily dodged. Pepe punched him the shoulder.

Then it was a blur for everyone who witnessed the fight in that dinner room. Pepe and Didier were locked in a fight. Trying to beat up the other and then it was on the floor, rolling and hitting. Didier was feeling beaten by the skunk opponent. Pepe was stronger than he looked. He pushed him off and ran in front of Penelope to drag her away, but Pepe shoved him backwards. If Penelope had been conscience all she would have seen going past her was the up closeness of a red carpet, a pair of brown polished shoes and then black high tops moving about. Pepe had him in a head lock when the manager of the hotel came in.

"What eez going on?!" he roared. The two fighters froze up.

"He was going to hurt her," said Pepe giving Didier a shake at the shoulders.

"What?" asked the manager. He bent over Penelope who was knocked out. Then he looked at Didier coldly. "I suggest you don't go anywhere!"

Didier snarled at Pepe who still had him down on the ground.

"Zhat weell teach you too take advantage of a woman," said Pepe.

Only minutes later were there cops hauling away Didier who had abused other women before and was on the run. Penelope was carried to her room by a couple of waitresses.

Pepe stood there shaking. He felt out of breathe.

"She's very lucky to have you as a boyfriend," said one waitress who passed by him.

"I'm not," he said. "Just a friend."

"I hope she sees more een you after zhis," she said back. "You were really somezhing protecting her. She's a lucky girl. I weesh someone could have helped me when I was drugged a few years ago. At least I wasn't pregnant later on. Zhat eez rare een rape."

Pepe froze. He hated hearing that word. It didn't seem too scary before, but it did now. If Didier had taken Penelope to his room…poor her! Who knew what she would have been through?