Don't Judge a Book by its Cover

A Monster in Paris Sequel

Written by Jinney

Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength.
~Eric Hoffer

Chapter 1

Author's Notes: Sequel to Only Time Will Tell. You asked for it, so you got it. This story will hopefully be just as good as the first. And I don't know if there'll be more stories – sequels – to this coming, but I'll try to make the story good. Am I the first one to make a sequel for my AMIP story on ? Wow! Constructive Criticism! Help me out by reading and reviewing! Sorry this took so long to get up! I had some issues with ideas of what to write.

Everyone in Paris knew it would happen eventually. They all knew what was to come of the main entertainers of the city. They just had to wait patiently. But it was bound to happen eventually. Raoul seemed to be the only one who wasn't ready for it as he grumbled in his car, Cathy, to the main church in Paris. He loved Lucille, but she had been taken away from him by…a bug. The creature that she fell in love with wasn't even human. How she loved him so much was beyond Raoul's understanding. But, being a good friend, he would be at their wedding; for her support, and Frank's.

Frank was currently in Lucille's house, strumming his guitar. He had already done his part in the church that day, so he had headed home to relax. Now the giant flea was writing music, testing new melodies, and listening carefully to the sounds both he and his instrument made. Frank had a beautiful soprano singing voice, and it was known throughout Paris. The people of Paris had started to spread it around the whole of France, so now more knew and would come to visit his and Lucille's shows. They were not disappointed.

But now they had to take a break and work on two main things – the wedding and their upcoming addition to the family. Yes, Lucille was pregnant with Frank's son or daughter. It was a shock to him, but Lucille didn't seem to mind, and she told him this often. Lucille and Frank were to wed in a week just so that Lucille's stomach wouldn't look bad in the dress. By now, it barely showed, but it was still getting bigger.

Now you might ask how she could be impregnated by a flea. The answer was in a theory that just so happened to be true – Frank had been exposed to four different potions; one that made him seven feet tall, another that allowed him to sing, a third to help him talk, and the last to help his diet. The last one was the one that did the trick, though its original use was to help him have a human diet instead of blood. It also made him compatible to have children with a human. So after two times in bed, it had worked.

Frank sighed, putting his guitar down. He was worried for many reasons, the main ones being the following: Would he be a good father? What if his child didn't like him? What if the child came out deformed? What if all that ruined his relationship with Lucille? Frank was depressed just thinking about all that. He didn't want anything bad to happen. But there were always the possibilities of any of those things happening.

The wedding day finally came. Frank came early to the church to help in any way he could. In the end, he helped out very little because not much was needed, so he was forced to be bored for about fifteen to twenty minutes as people from Paris filed in. Today, Frank would be wearing a black suit with white undershirt shirt, black trousers, white scarf, black hat, and a black and white mask. He would also wear his usual shoes that he wore when he danced, since they fit with the wedding attire. Lastly, a white rose was clipped to his suit.

Frank stood at the front and watched as the people of Paris filed into the large room. As soon as everyone the room was full and everyone was seated, the music began. Everyone turned and watched as Lucille, dressed in mostly white, with a bit of black from her accessories, with red and white roses and other flowers, walked gracefully into the room, her Aunt Carlotta by her side. The aisle was pretty long, and it gave Frank the chance to see the full picture. Lucille looked amazing, beautiful, and perfect. Nothing could make it more so.

As soon as Lucille reached the front and Carlotta went to her seat, the minister began to speak. His speech was very well said and he made no mistakes. Frank guessed he must have practiced it over and over, or he just did the job very well. Finally, the minister turned to Lucille and said the famous line. Lucille smiled as the ring was slid onto her ring finger, and said, "I do." Then it was the flip. Frank smiled and said a melodious, "I do."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!" Sweeping Lucille off her feet, Frank brought her up into a passionate and beautiful kiss. Frank thought he could hear Raoul say, "Why?" He didn't care though. As they broke apart and Frank set Lucille back on her feet, the audience applauded. Frank even saw Remy, the girl who had helped him find Lucille when she was taken by the evil Victor Maynott, about four or five sections away. She had traveled all the way here with her mother and father to see the wedding. He smiled at her as she gave him thumbs up. He nodded his thanks.

Maria Letizia Boneparte was one of the richest people in the world in the 1900s. But then again, she was a princess. However, this royal was not the kindest. She was commanding and demanded things be done her way. And if not, there would be disastrous consequences. Maria had recently heard about the famous Rare Bird cabaret Lucille and Frank worked at and decided it was time to visit.

When she arrived, she found the place empty and closed. But then again, there had been something going on at the other side of Paris. Most of the commotion was coming from a party; it seemed, inside a magnificent building with stain glass windows. Whatever the party was about, it sure was fancy. As Maria approached, she noticed that almost everyone in Paris was there. "What could it be about?" She wondered out loud.

Walking into the building, she heard people clapping to the beat of the music and two figures dancing in the middle of the crowd. The male – and it was obviously a male – was almost twice as tall as the girl dancing with him, and the man wore a mask. How odd! Was this a masquerade? After looking around, she found all the answers she needed. Across the room, a banner announcing the marriage of Frank and Lucille was hanging by thin threads on the ceiling. Ah, so it was a wedding!

Being the devious and cruel person she could sometimes be, she decided she would use her charms and good looks to take this so-called Frank away from his beloved wife. She smiled evilly. This was going to be fun. She knew how good she looked – very good – and that would only help to crush the couple. She loved games like these.

Frank and Lucille had not noticed the new arrival. They were too busy enjoying themselves. Lucille laughed as Frank twirled her gently across the dance floor. Then he caught her gracefully as she descended backwards towards the floor. Then the song ended, but Frank was barely listening to the music. He was only thinking about his angel.

"Oh my goodness, it's…Maria Letizia Boneparte, the princess!" Everyone stopped and looked at the woman standing a few feet away from Lucille and Frank. The giant flea could sense a strange essence coming from the woman that told him she was bad news. "Good evening." Maria greeted in a silvery voice. "Sorry to interrupt, but are you Lucille and Frank?"

The couple nodded together. Maria smiled, "Well then, I came here to tell you that the next time you perform at The Rare Bird, I'll be there…enjoy your night." Her smile widened into a smirk as she gazed at Frank. He was very tall and good looking, even with the mask on. She would definitely enjoy this…

End Comments: I am SOOO SOOO SOOOOOOOOO sorry this came out so late. I needed ideas and thanks to Margot-Eve13 on deviantART and my mom's co-worker, I got more ideas. I've basically gotten the basics – but I ain't sharing! ;P You'll just have to wait and see. Again, I'm terribly sorry for taking so long. Also, Maria is a real person from around that time – not exactly young in that time, but research shows she is a Duchess. She'll be my evil OC. I'll possibly do a picture on deviantART (on my account, 14Forever) of her because I'll make her look pretty…but scary! Anyways, R&R! Constructive Criticism! You can even suggest ideas! ;)

EDIT: Changed Maria's title from Duchess to Princess! Hope that helps! :)