Toldja I'd do it, didn't I? Didn't I? I'm actually finishing writing this chapter less than an hour after publishing the last one, but I think I'd better wait till tomorrow to put it up on the web...kay?

Mars-*not speaking to you*

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Okay, I'm bad at that. Get better soon.

Guest-Mmm...I'm not feeling it...thanks for the thought, though...

Darci-*glares at Mars* Éponine/Grantaire! And Derek! And Bill Sikes...

llamas-alpacas-yaks-The fourth wall? I laugh in the face of the fourth wall. I like making people laugh hysterically, though...that's why I'm here...

Om-No review to that chapter. I feel empty, for some reason. You've spoiled me, O Master of Science.

"No, no..." Gavroche pushed away Marius' admirers and led him into an empty room. Shutting the door, he turned to him, and, since OOC-ness had apparently become the fashion, said, "You did very well, my dear." He picked a rose up off a random table and handed it to Marius, adding, "She is pleased with you."

Marius accepted the rose and, as he stared down at it and pulled on the ribbon, Gavroche quietly exited the room.

"Mademoiselle!" Enjolras called. Combeferre waved Mademoiselle Fauchelevaunt over.

"We've made quite a discovery with Monsieur Pontmercy!" Enjolras said. (The first time I typed it, I typed Miss Daae. And it didn't have the accent and I went to go hunt it down and copy and paste it and I still didn't realize what I had said. O.o)

Cosette nodded impatiently.

"Perhaps we could present him too you, dear Mademoiselle..."

"If you wouldn't mind, gentlemen, this is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied," Cosette interrupted. Glancing down at the bouquets Enjolras and Combeferre were holding, she snatched one. "Thank you."

"It would appear they've met before," Enjolras muttered to Combeferre.

Combeferre nodded. "But...why are we holding all these bouquets anyway?"

"Hmm..." Enjolras picked a flower off the stem and dropped it on the ground. "I don't know. The National Guard just threw them over the barricade, and it seemed rude to refuse..."

Marius was sitting on a stool, contemplating the rose Gavroche had given him, when he heard a sweet female voice.

"Little Henri let his mind wander."

Marius looked up. It was Her! He broke into a smile.

"Little Henri thought, 'Am I fonder of action figures, or of goblins or shoes?'"

"It's—you!" Marius exclaimed, unsure as to exactly what he should call her. Cosette, or Ursule, or Mademoiselle...

"'Or of riddles or socks?'" Cosette smiled as she set the bouquet down on the random table.

"Those staring sessions in the garden."

"'Or of chocolates?'"

"Your father staring at me suspiciously..."

"As I read that random fairy tale about Little Henri to myself and randomly assumed you would know! And apparently you do! Which is good!" Cosette bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. It looked like she had had too many gummy bears.

"'"No, what I love best," Henri said, "is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Battle shoots guns at my head...and the Angel of Battle shoots guns at my head..."'" Marius shook his head. "I've always wondered about that story. It seems rather depressing."

"You shot like an angel tonight," Cosette smiling at him.

"That's another thing. Did angels ever strike you as very violent creatures?"

"Whatever. Are you glad to see me or not?"

"Of course, Mademoiselle..."

"Cosette," she said.

"And I'm Marius," Marius smiled. Pulling out his paper again, he said, "Father said, 'When I am in heaven, I will send the Angel of Battle to you.' Well, father is dead, Cosette. And I have been visited by the Angel of Battle."

"No doubt of it!" Cosette exclaimed. "And now, we go to supper."

"No, Cosette!" As she turned back and raised an eyebrow, he added, "The Angel of Battle is very strict."

"You will join me for dinner. That's NOT A REQUEST!" said Cosette, sounding very Beast-ish, and stormed out of the room without listening to Marius' complaints.

"No, Cosette, wait!" But she was gone.

The door slammed shut. A gloved hand reached forward, turned the key, and removed it. Gavroche watched from the shadows.

Lights went out all over the barricade. Everyone randomly fell asleep.

The candles went out in Marius' room and he looked up, startled. Suddenly, a hoarse voice filled the room.

"Insolent girl, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" Marius reached for the door, but it was locked. The voice continued, "Ignorant fool, this brave young mistress, sharing in my triumph!"

Marius turned, his eyes wide as a deer's. "Angel, I hear you speak, I listen. Stay by my side, guide me!" He shivered. "Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last, master...ess...mistress...no, that doesn't work..."

As he was pondering, the voice chuckled and became friendlier. "Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide...look at your face in the liquor...I am there inside!"

Marius cautiously went to the wine barrel in the corner. Pulling the lid off, he could just barely make out his own face reflected inside. And behind it...almost invisible...

"Angel of Battle, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory!"

It was easy to see, now. The face of a girl, perhaps the same age as Cosette and covered in a mask, was there, in the barrel. OMG. Crazy, right?

"Angel of Battle, hide no longer, come to me, strange angel!" Marius leaned forward, further and further, until his nose was nearly touching the blood-red liquid.

"I am your Angel of Battle..." sang the voice, somewhat off-key. "Come to me, Angel of Battle..."

Cosette, returning, heard this. Rattling the doorknob, she called, "Who is that voice? Who is that in there?"

"I am your Angel of Battle..."

"Marius. Marius!" Marius paid her no heed.

"Come to me, Angel of Battle..."

A black-gloved hand reached up and broke the surface of the wine. Marius grasped it and felt himself being pulled forward into the barrel...and then...down...into the sewers...

Grantaire woke up, as he hadn't appeared in this fic yet, and I'm rather fond of him. "Did someone say, 'liquor'?"

When nobody answered him, he sighed and resumed his position leaning against the wall. "Must've imagined it..."

I know, I know. That was awesome. D'you know how awesome it was? It was so awesome that you feel compelled to review RIGHT. NOW. In fact, if you don't review, you feel like your life will be incomplete.

Still haven't figured out the Prima Don—

I figured out the Prima Donna thing! Halfway through that sentence! So yay! Rejoice with me!