Who - Eponine and Montparnasse What - Eponine's ghost is not someone she ever wanted to see again Where - Her bedroom When - Friday night Rating - PG13. Parnasse being a creeper with a knife Status - Complete, Narrative
Of course she knew about the ghosts. She knew about everything they'd been saying about the ghosts but this, all of this it hadn't affected her and she was more than happy with that. She finished her cleaning and decided to have an early night, considering calling on Enjolras the next day, catch up with her friend. She was pretty content with her lot in life, and remained so right up until she woke cold in the night to a knife at her throat. A long, silver blade and oh she knew it so well. Only one man carried a blade like that and it was the one to whom she was supposed to be married eventually. One of her fathers gang, not the most loyal but definitely the most efficient. The one they all said was the most dangerous. Because he had never just been in it for money and gain. He'd liked the hurt, the kill. He was in many ways mad, but he knew how to hide it under a veneer of charm.
Montparnasse.
He could not be here though, the world would not be that cruel. Not even this world would send him to her. She didn't move of course, she couldn't move. What could she do but lie there? She didn't want to die, not here, not when she had a life here. Friends...Enjolras. People that loved her just for being her and didn't want anything, made no demands or assumptions. She had a business here. It was where she wanted to be.
"'parnasse' she said softly, trying to calm him and desperately wishing she'd gone to that camp place to learn of the ways to fight all this kind of thing. She'd wondered was he really here but everything people had said and the fact he'd appeared in her room. It was merely a shade. But a shade that still held a knife to her. "You're not really here, are you?"
"I'm real enough 'ponine," he said, his voice all silky smooth as ever "And you...look at you. All fancy ideas and words. You landed on your feet didn't you? Always do. But then you went and disappointed me. Listening to schoolboys again are we? Different schoolboy maybe but you really need to remember your place. People like them they think you're a joke, that's why your Marius didn't love you and why this boy never will. I'd at least have shown you a good time." The knife pressed in slightly and Eponine winced, she tried not to but she found she couldn't not. He always had a way to make her squirm. Why was he here? Why him? Why did it have to be him?
If she closed her eyes he wouldn't be there, she could live inside her head. But the feel of the knife kept pulling her back into the moment. Cold steel against her neck was not how she'd intended or indeed expected to wake up. "Let me up. Take the knife away." she managed to say, desperately trying to find her phone. Find her computer. Something that could get her help. But it was not that easy. The knife did leave eventually, sliding away slowly and Montparnasse moved away from the bed, looking around the room she kept in her inn and smirking slightly. "And yet some things never change do they? This was your room as I recall, only cleaner, is it just me or is it cleaner here."
"Its not just you." she told him, quickly pulling a robe over her shoulders and rising from the bed, much happier to be away from the knife, much as he still held it. "Now is there something you want because you should not be in a Lady's room, ghost or no ghost." She probably should have been scared. She probably should have run, hidden. But this world was a world she knew better than he did, and she had to hold to that. "Leave me be."
Maybe she should have been scared. His hand closed around her throat, as he moved faster than she believed possible. "I won't be told what to do by you. I won't be told what to say and where I should be. For as long as I'm here Eponine Thenardier. You are mine, and you aren't going anywhere near your little revolutionary. You understand...you so much as talk to him. I will kill him." Another squeeze at her neck and a kiss she did not want and that left a foul taste later and Montparnasse had vanished.