Oh hey, what do you know, I"M NOT DEAD... I meant to update this sooner but I was struck in the face with more rehearsals and I had to go for some check ups because of my broken finger... Sorry... Moving on from my pathetic excuses... It seems that I have required some new readers over the past few days... Thank you StarlingChild4 for following, znk99fg7 for following and favouriting (you guys made me so happy) :) jorholic73 and TheIronMask, Autobot21 and a guest for reviewing :) You guys are awesome! Here it is... Enjoy...

Guinevere's thin eyebrows arched with interest as the shadowy hooded figure entered the tavern, looking painfully out of place among the noisy jubilant town folk.

"Bayard, a moment please..." she cooed while also absent-mindedly trampling over the poor fellow's toes with her high heels. As graceful as a swan, she glided over to the sinister figure.

"Excuse me monsieur... But I couldn't help but notice how... lost you seem to be..." she said sweetly flashing her white teeth. The hooded figure straightened up before crossing his arms in contempt.

"Forgive me..." he sneered with a voice as raspy as sandpaper "But I am looking for the head of the Le Fier household..." Guinevere's smile faltered slightly an icy gleam entering her eyes.

"I AM the HEAD of the Le Fier household..." she said coldly, a little louder too, causing some heads to turn.

"You?" there was a deep chuckle. "But you're a..."

"And what's wrong with that..." Guinevere challenged, her sweet voice suddenly becoming as cold as ice alerting her loyal followers.

"Is he bothering you chérie?" Marc growled as he threw down a bar stool, angrily making his way towards his admired goddess.

"Yeah... are you bothering the little lady?" Quincy sneered, his fists curling aggressively as if itching to hit something.

"Because if he is... Just say the word my love and I'll knock his teeth out..." Bayard winked before rolling his sleeves up, revealing his well-toned muscles.

Guinevere smiled happily as she watched the previously brazen figure squirm stupidly like worm on a hook as more of her devotees surrounded him. It was only when the figure howled in terror as the men raised their fists to strike him did Guinevere decide to intervene.

"Boys... Boys... Boys! That's enough! I'm certain that... our friend here has learnt his lesson... Have you learnt your lesson monsieur?" she asked sweetly enjoying how his beady red eyes seem to widen as her minions leaned forward, their fists all balled in preparation.

There was silence... before the figure coughed.

"Yes... Yes... Forgive me Mademoiselle, for my rudeness... I am your humble servant..." he croaked.

"I thought so..." Guinevere cooed before waving a dismissing hand at her admirers. Like obedient dogs, they quietly returned to their seats...

"Now then... Lets get down to business..." Guinevere offered while she escorted the hooded figure to the back of the tavern.

Anthony D' Arque shuddered as the... poisonous tart... took a seat before him. Honestly, from what he could see, she could have been the world's most efficient general... She didn't even have to speak to get people to do her bidding... It was quite fascinating... How a woman had managed to successfully intimidate him.

"So you decide to come after all..." she sneered. "I was wondering when you were going to appear."

D' Arque gave her a toothy smile, before pulling off his hood, revealing his waxy, gaunt, malnourished features.

"My humblest apologies mademoiselle... I had much business to do back in the asylum..." he rumbled, trying to intimidate her into respect... That didn't work... In fact, it only seemed to cause the raven head's condescending smirk to widen...

Finally, D' Arque's patience wore thin and he decided to get the matter over and done with...

"How would my unique services be of use to you mademoiselle?" he asked in begrudging politeness. Guinevere's smiled.

"It's about Maurice... Maurice Chevalier..."

D'Arque scoffed. "The old inventor? He's harmless..."

Guinevere's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"No he isn't... You see monsieur, his son Beau left for university a few days ago..."

"Ahh... a smart man..." D' Arque remarked. " Did you know I was from university myself? Yes I was..."

"I'm not interested in a lengthy anecdote old man..." Guinevere snapped.

Monsieur D' Arque gritted his teeth... annoyed by this woman's behavior...

"Yes... Yes...You aren't..." he spat slowly, his every word dripping with sarcasm but a steely eyed glare from Quincy was enough to make him cower back into submission...

"As I was saying... Beau left for university and the poor poor dear just lost it... Senile you know? The old man actually came here and started raving about a beast in a castle... How it had kidnapped Beau and locked him away..."

"As you have said... Maurice is senile... Not a lunatic..."

"You're missing the point..." Guinevere spat, immensely irritated by how slow this man's mind worked.

"Then do pray tell me what I'm missing..." D' Arque mumbled, getting tired of how this woman seemed to be wasting his time by just endlessly beating around the bush...

Scowling, Guinevere caved, seeing that she was going nowhere with this little guessing game...

"I want Beau back..." she admitted bitterly.

"You...Want... Beau... Back..." D'Arque repeated in disbelief.

"Yes I want him back but he doesn't listen to me... He never listens to me... However, he'd do anything to protect his father... Anything... Do understand what I'm asking of you Monsieur D'Arque?" There was a pause from D'Arque, his beady red eyes concentrating so intently on Guinevere that she felt almost repulsed by him... However, for the sake of meeting her ambitions, she held her ground... Finally, he spoke...

"Yes... I know what you're asking of me..."

"You do?"

"I do... and I have no intention of carrying it through..." the old man sneered. "Good night Miss Le Fier..."

Guinevere's features contorted with anger at D'Arque's refusal of services to her.

"You're making a big mistake old man... I didn't pay a ridiculous sum of money just for you to come and reject my offer you know?" she practically growled.

" Then perhaps you should have saved yourself the trouble by simply writing to Monsieur Beau instead of me..." D'Arque barked in disgust while rising up to leave. This woman was pure poison, a conniving viper that he had no desire to align himself with... Grabbing his clock, he gave a halfhearted nod before proceeding to storm off...

Guinevere blinked in surprise, before smiling malevolently... Her cunning mind quickly formulating a plan...

"What a shame..." she declared in mock pity and from her skirts, she pulled out a ridiculously large pouch of coins.

"Guess you wouldn't be needing this then..." she declared before purposely throwing the pouch onto the table, causing the contents to "clink" loudly. Like a moth drawn to light, D'Arque turned slowly and upon seeing the bright glimmer of the coins did he return to the table...

With trembling hands, D'Arque quickly counted the money in the pouch and was thoroughly stumped. It was more than a year of his earnings... Double a year of his earnings... With this kind of fortune, he would no longer need to work in that two by four asylum, taking care of those deranged nut cases... He could finally retire... Just like he always wanted... But at what cost...

"What's the catch?" he asked cautiously, his eyes never leaving the pouch.

"Catch?" Guinevere asked sweetly, feigning ignorance.

"Yes catch... Gifts from people like you always come with a price..."

Guinevere held her arms up as if to indicate defeat. "You're right... There is a small catch... You cannot tell Beau I instigated this... Keep your mouth shut and the money is yours... Deal?"

D'Arque sighed... It sounded easy enough... "Deal." He agreed.

Guinevere folded her arms triumphantly. "It was a pleasure doing business with you..." she cooed sweetly.

You're all glaring at me now aren't you... WHY IS IT NOT A BEAU AND ANGELA chapter... WHY GUINEVERE? Well... 1) I LIKE writing about Guinevere, she's a lot of fun... and she's so evil... I don't know how it happened but I like writing about evil characters... 2) We need a breather from the sappy stuff... Well my previous chapters weren't sappy but they were... Loveish... No.. Not really... You know what I'm talking about... Good things come in doses... Besides I thought I'd give monsieur D'Arque more characterisation... He appeared for like three minutes in the movie when honestly I think he should have been there longer... He was a good creepy character... Oh yeah, little trivia, I named him Anthony D'Arque because his voice actor is Tony Jay, who ended up also doing the voice of Frollo in Hunchback... One of my favourite disney movies... This is a little homage :) Ok... Enough of my fangirliness... Like the chapter, Hate the chapter, review and let me know because you readers are wonderful :)