|The Whimper of A Wolf's Daughter
Author: ThatTheaterFan PM
"That's none of your revolutionary business," She said. Betraying the real state of her figure; she needed help. Enjolras/Eponine/Montparnasse Movie Characters! Except, Montparnasse is Douglas Booth (Chapter 11 and so on is written in 3rd person.)Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Eponine & Montparnasse - Chapters: 18 - Words: 25,333 - Reviews: 34 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 03-28-13 - Published: 01-30-13 - id: 8960996
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Before going out there and confronting them, I composed myself first; wiping the small tears that formed through my face, straightening the rags that I know that cannot be straightened, and fixing my tousled hair that I know would never be fixed, but most of all, I wore a fierce look, that turned out to be fine. I silently approached where I heard the blabbering of Patron-Minette, placed my right foot forward and placed a glare upon each of them. I first glared at Papa, then to Monsieur Babet, then to Monsieur Claquesous, then to Monsieur Brujon, then to Montparnasse.
"Ah! Who is this brat?" Papa said, placing on his watch-yourself-or-you're-doomed expression; this expression is the kind that would urge you to be careful with your words. Not to mention; not touching Papa's temper.
"It's Eponine! I thought she didn't like to join us?" Monsieur Babet said, playing with his dental tools. It was sharp.
"Eponine! Watch out for the cops now! Get on your ass with 'Parnasse." He said, with a sharper tone than before.
"I won't let you rob this house." I said, failing at an attempt to sound more menacing. But then, Papa took another step towards me, as if trying to scare me off. Monsieur Claquesous raised his brow, constantly irritated at my face. I smirked in victory. But then another idea touched the bulb of my mind. What if I try to be a good cat first? The claw them later, yeah, I think that's good enough.
"What are you trying to say?" Papa said, screaming above a whisper.
"What I mean was, don't you think we should delay it for a moment? I really think we've grown cold to each other ever since the inn fell." Wrong move, I shouldn't have mentioned the inn. Papa can be as cold as he can, but he did love that inn; why wouldn't he? We earned a great deal of money from that inn. Ever since it fell, so did his warmth. I did think this thing enraged Papa even more, I'm in trouble.
"Go home!" Papa screamed, but without alerting the people who's inside the house.
"Parnasse, take care of this brat," Papa said, urging Montparnasse to show his shining blade that is aimed to my direction.
"Leave this house, or I'm going to warn the people in this house!" I said, now looking real intimidating; before they say another word, I continued to speak, "Not one step closer! You see, I'm not afraid of any of you! Monsieur Claquesous, I'm not afraid of your irritated grips. Monsieur Babet, I'm not even afraid of your sharp dental tools. Monsieur Brujon, I'm not afraid of the blows you and father would give me after this night. Parnasse, I don't care if you slit my gut out this moment. I tell you all, you will not enter this house! None of you scares me, I don't care if I am lying helplessly through the pavements of Rue Plumet tomorrow, or picked up with all the other dead bodies somewhere, I tell you, you shan't enter this house! I've received worse than any of you could give me!" but then a dry cough delayed what I wanted to say further, because of that, my father had an opportunity to speak.
"But Eponine, we need to place food on our-"
"I don't care."
"Don't you love your papa anymore?"
With these, he then ordered Montparnasse and Monsieur Claquesous to take grasp both of my arms, I won't be defeated this night. I screamed at the top of my lungs until my voice came hoarse, who cares about me being hoarse? I've always been one. I might lose my voice tomorrow, but it was definitely not much to care about. Protecting Monsieur Marius from possible harm was too blatant at this very moment; I cared not for anything that can happen. I've experienced worse. At this scream, Papa slapped me once more and then they all ran like coward dogs. But I guess this scream alerted Monsieur Marius too; he went outside, he saw me there; sitting in an ugly position.
"Was that your cry?" he asked, looking concerned. This made my facial structure form a grin.
"I've got you worried, didn't I?" I said, notably happy with his statements, the pain of the slap faded with this.
"Of course, did something happen?"
"Not really, just some gang attempting to crash this place."
"It was your father wasn't it?"
"Do you want me to walk you home?"
"I don't have a home."
"Oh, at least drop you in Café Musain?"
I was trying to hide my excitement from Monsieur Marius; he was walking me at a distance where it is enough to talk about great deal of things. I felt like the world has finally sided on me. But as we were walking, I did not hear anything from him other than, "Oh Eponine, how lovely that girl was!" or "Cosette, that's her name; now I finally met someone I want to live for the rest of my life." It sent me to hysteria, I did not say anything. He asked me what's wrong, I said nothing. But if you would really look inside of me, I just wanted to scream to him that I love him and he's the sun that I revolve around, that he is the only thing in this world that matters, that my love for him is greater than anyone else could give him, that I would die for him. What did he see in that lark? That he didn't see in me? But that was a really silly question, because the answer is clearer that the crystal-clear-water. I knew it myself; I needn't to describe what was, because I'll probably end up wasting a hundred days for describing the difference between me and the lark. Time past by and we are at Café Musain already, there were no students in there except for Monsieur Absurd, Marius bid me farewell and I saw at the brick-wall of Café Musain; pondering.
Why wasn't I tired from loving Monsieur Marius? These thoughts clouded my like some great storm; but at the end of the day, I will just conclude that, I simply love him. And this love, I could say, It is an authentic love, he is the only light in my damned life. The only person who ever cared, even though he is blind in not seeing me, I can still hope that it can be, In cold nights like these, where it was starting to rain, I would just begin to close my eyes and imagine that his arms are around me, whispering words of love. How I long to live to see that day! When Monsieur Marius finally will realize that It is I who is really in-love with him, that I am the one person who cares for him more than anything in this world, even though I know that he sees my just like any other street rats from Paris. My thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a shadow in my left, which makes the figure in my right. It was none other than the guy who also appeared to me earlier before I led Monsieur Marius to Rue Plumet.
"It's raining," Monsieur Absurd said.
"It is that obvious."
"Why don't you stay inside for the night?"
"That's really absurd."
"No, I'm serious. Just don't scatter the books." I scoffed at this sentence; what did he think of me? Someone who is so curious on what a book is? I've seen books before, Maman used to read books to me when I was young.
After seeing this, I saw a taller figure approach me and Monsieur Absurd, it was Montparnasse. "I'm taking her from here," Montparnasse said, showing his shiny knife to Enjolras like a real garrotter. Monsieur Absurd said nothing but mouthed a, "Take care." instead, then left. I always knew that those boys, from Les Amis weren't really ready for that stupid revolution, they're just as scared as sheeps when they see the edged teeth of their predator. I still don't know why none of them realizes that; they're just wasting time that is supposed to be spent in working for a living, the government is the system and that could not be changed, but who would listen to a girl like me anyways?
"I'm not coming with you Parnasse, I know how much screwed I am to Papa."
"He's dead angry you know?"
"I am well-informed of that."
"Well, I won't bring you to him."
"What's the catch?"
"Stop kidding me 'Parnasse, we both know that you want something from me."
"Watch your tongue 'Ponine; If I knew, I could've just let you feel the weight of my palms."
"It's not like I've never felt that before."
"Don't talk back to me." He gripped my shoulder to the wall.
"Then what do you want?" I said, completely annoyed.
"You" Montparnasse said, I rolled my eyes and replied to him, "Not now Parnasse, not now." But then he placed his cold knife against my neck, "You don't have the guts to do that." I told him.
"But I do."
"Fine, just this night, You could at least make me feel warm." I told him, surrendering.
Cliffhanger! Next chapter will be Enjolras' POV! PLEASE REVIEW, they keep me up and I just love them...