"What do you mean dad is a traitor?" Bella shouted upset and angry.

"He... he... he is a... WEREWOLF!" screamed Cosette. "We have a nasty, ugly werewolf as our dad, Bella! How can we live with the shame?

Bella felt her stomach sink into her legs. This was such a shock, and right now when things looked so good for them again.

"Are you sure?" she asked insecurely. "I mean, do you have any proof?"

"This!" said Cosette, and held up a shirt that was all shredded up. "He must have transformed in it."

"I'm sure there is some other logical explaination." said Bella sadly.

"Yeah, like he is the INCREDIBLE HULK!" Cosette shrieked, and burst into tears again. That would have been pretty cool, actually.

Bella sat down next to her on the bed, and put her arm comfortingly around her shoulder. "We aren't going to tell anyone," she said. "Not even mom. It is not our fault that one of dad's bad old friends must have imprinted on him and turned him into a wolfie."

"We have to tell mom," said Cosette, "because he's her husband and all. They'll have to get separate bedrooms now."

"Won't that make him suspicious?" Bella wondered. But then she thought of a good solution. "She can just say it is because he snores!"

"We can't let dad know that we are working for the revolution now," said Cosette.

Bella thought about it. "Just because he is a werewolf doesn't mean he is against the revolution. He is a vampire too."

"We just can't take any chances," said Cosette.

They watched True Blood on TV, then they went to bed. Bella had restless dreams in which her dad was chasing Edward as a big, angry wolf with pointed tusks. She woke up crying, and heard a knock on her window. Putting on her bathrobe, because her nightgown was a little transclucent, she dried her tears. It was Marius, what did he want.

"What do you want?" she asked as she opened the window.

"Could you give this letter to Cosette?" Marius asked, handing her a pink envelope that smelled like lavender.

"Can't you just give it to her yourself?" Bella asked. "I think that would make her like you better."

"But her room has not windows," Marius explained.

"Duh! Then give it to her in the morning!" Bella said, about to close the window again.

"I would," said Marius, and a shadow of pain fell over his beautiful face. Not as beautiful as Edward's though. At least not in Bella's eyes. Although she kinda hoped that Cosette thought Marius was sexier than Edward, for obvious reasons.

"But I'm afraid your father will find out, Bella. There are certain rumours... that he is a werewolf."

Bella slammed the window in his face, and drew the heavy velvet curtains so he couldn't see her turn red, then white then red again. She ripped open the envelope and read the letter, just to make sure he didn't send anything improper to her little sister. It was a poem, and it read:

Dear Cosette with your golden hair

I'm always hoping you'll hold me so dear

But our love must be hidden, the times are hard

All I have to give you is my faithful heart

Wow, that sucked! Bella was sure that if Edward had written a poem to her, it would have been much, much better and not rhyming "hard" with "heart"! She marched into Cosette's bedroom and woke her up.

"Your loverboy has been here with a letter for you."

At first Cosette looked really confused, then she started grabbing at the envelope. Bella held it away from her.

"He knows! Marius bloody knows!"

Cosette blushed. "Have I been that obvious? I thought I was acting proper around him, not like Eponine who is all puppy-dog."

"Worse than that!" Bella said in and angry whisper. "He knows about dad's werewolfism!"

All the colour drained from Cosette's face, and the pulled the blanket over her head.

"He still loves you, though."

"Go away!"

Bella tossed the letter on her sister's bed, and went back to her own room to sleep.

The next morning everything seemed normal. Charline was singing to herself in the bath, while René fried sausages and eggs for breakfast. He had set the table really nicely, with candles, and poured tea for her and Cosette. They sat down to eat. Suddenly, René bent over his plate, grabbed a sausage with his teeth, and started shaking if furiously while he growled like an angry dog. Cosette screamed and fainted. Bella felt the numb horror consuming her. Then she woke up.

After so many bad dreams she didn't manage to fall asleep again, so she went out. She walked down the many long street of underground Paris lonesomely, wondering if it was night or day, winter or summer up there in the real city many miles above. After a while she came to a small café with blue shutters and candles in the windows. She walked to the counter and ordered a moccachino and a bacon-cheese croissant. Turning around to look for a nice, secluded table, she noticed that there was only one other customer at the café. A young man was sitting by himself in the back of the room, staring out of the window. It was Edward!