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Yeah, so I'm going a little fast, but I've got all this typed already and this is all of what I've got so far and I kinda just felt like dumping it all at once :) Anyway, here is the latest, hope it doesn't suck too much. R&R s.v.p.

Chapter 4: Il Est Mort

Hugue could just make out the young woman�s silhouette as she made her way down the cobble stoned street away from the church. The thud of her footsteps seemed eerie in the relative silence of the night. It did not take Hugue very long to catch up to her, but he was on high alert nonetheless. He wanted to escort her quickly back to the church, deposit her somewhere safe, and continue with this senseless meeting that they were all dragged too from the scattered districts of Rome. As he finally caught up to the young woman, he reached out his hand to her shoulder to stay her.

Before his hand ever made contact with her shoulder, she whirled around to meet him, her long leather jacket sweeping around in a great arc. She had a long rather cruel looking dagger drawn and aimed at his throat, the earbuds still pressed into her ears. Her breathing was slightly ragged as Hugue regarded her, his hands raised in surrender.

�Oh... Father... My apologies, I thought you were someone else.�

�It is understandable. Have you had any other problems tonight?� Alex shook her head as she replaced the dagger in its garter around her leather clad thigh.

�Not quite. Just thought I heard someone earlier as well, but there was no one there.� Hugue watched her for just a few more moments, pondering her strange attire. She was wearing black leather pants, lace up black boots, a red satin and black lace overlay half bust corset, a black knit lace shirt and her black leather jacket that was not unlike their own uniform jackets. Her black hair had red streaks in it and was coiffed in large loose cascading curls. She was dangerous looking and beautiful, her make up just striking enough to get attention without being completely ridiculous.

�Father Nightroad would like me to escort you to the church. We are beginning a meeting, but he feels that in order to ensure your safety you should remain at the church until we are finished. When we are finished, any questions you had for Father Nightroad can be answered by him or we can have Tres escort you home.�

Well that�s very nice of you, but I can make it back just fine. I made it here alone and I�ll make it back alone.�

�Please, mademoiselle, I must insist.�

�Mademoiselle? Ah, you must be Father Watteau.�

�Hugue de Watteau, Mademoiselle. Enchant�.� He held out his hand for hers expectantly.

�Enchant�, monsieur.� Alex freely gave her hand and he kissed the back of it while bowing slightly. Alex curtsied to be polite.

�Vouz parlez en fran�ais, je suppose?�

�Ah, hui. De temps en temps. Les gens ne parlent jamais en fran�ais dans cette r�gion.�

�C�est vrai. Shall we, mademoiselle? I would very much like to speak with you another time in our beautiful language, since it�s been such a long time since I�ve come across another who speaks it so well. And the best way to ensure we will see that opportunity is to escort you back to the church.� Hugue with his perpetual frown had won Alex over and she agreed to be escorted back to the church. As they walked back they chatted amiably about their nights thus far in french, Hugue becoming more and more enamored with her as he listened to her flawless french.

Moments later they were back at the church and Hugue was pulling open the door for her. They walked in amongst rather heated arguing and as the door snapped shut the two went unnoticed by the arguing clergy.

�Ah, bon. Les mis�rables. Maintenant nous pouvons �tre mis�rable aussi.� Alex�s stiffled giggle interrupted the arguing and everyone turned to look at the two. Abel flashed a slightly jealous look at Hugue, wondering what the two were laughing about as they entered. Alex felt like an animal on display at some sort of side show and decided to excuse herself to the rectory, leaving the door cracked just enough that she could hear the situation without anyone noticing the door was ajar. She pressed her back against the wall and leaned towards the door, listening intently to the now hushed discussion.

�Well we can�t just sit on our asses and do nothing!� Leon�s voice was the only one not hushed.

�We cannot move without Lady Catherina�s word. She is already held in ill favor after our last little faux pas.� Sister Kate�s distress was great enough to make her image shimmer as though disturbed by a slight draft.

�Indeed, our last little misstep with Ion, a nobleman methuselah and a child no less... It has most definitely given Francesco the upper hand he has sought for so long. That little fiasco almost sent us into outright war with the Empire.� William puffed on his pipe thoughtfully.

�The Empress would never let that happen! She has never been in favor of the annihilation of the human race!� Abel seemed a little defensive

�You believe she could control the masses when the methuselah finally decide that she�s been passive long enough? You know her views do not reflect the opinion of the majority, and she is running out of reasons for them to subdue their own blood lust.� Alex smiled at the soft french accent. She had heard tales of the Empress, but seriously doubted that anyone, no matter how powerful or sensible in their arguments could convince the methuselah population to co-exist peacefully with the humans for much longer. Lately, both sides had stepped on each other�s toes and neither side was pushing very hard for negotiations.

�Lady Catherina was able to step in and resolve the matter though, I fail to see why Francesco is always trying to publicly humiliate Lady Catherina.� Alexandra recognized Esther�s voice.

�Francesco has always sought to undermine Lady Catherina. That is why she brought us all together. Francesco wants war and Catherina peace, the middle ground if found with Allessandro�s final decisions.� William chimed in from behind a thin column of smoke.

�Well she may have disbanded us temporarily, but that doesn�t mean we can�t fight our own battle together.� Leon crossed his arms over his chest defiantly.

�So, what is our next move?�

Before Alex heard the answer she caught the barest movement beyond the stained glass window in the rectory before it broke into a thousand pieces, the shards raining into the room. She braced herself for impact just as the dark blur slammed into her, knocking her backwards through the door, she let her momentum flow and grabbed the coat collar of her assailant, using her movement to throw him with all her might as they spilled over into the first row of pews. She followed the roll they started, using it to right herself, and stood, grabbing her dagger from it�s sheath. The others stared and Hugue and Leon moved in to assist.

�Stand down! I will finish this quickly enough.� Alex�s face wasn�t even her own. Her face was curled by an almost evil grin and her pose was battle ready. She nodded in the direction of her assailant, addressing him. �Now I know I�ve never met you. Care to tell me why you�re attacking me and how you knew I was here?�

�Filthy terran I owe you no explanation anymore than you owe your dinner an explanation!� The methuselah stood tall, grinning arrogantly at her.

�Filthy! Merely a meal am I? I�ll see you die with that ridiculous laugh still plastered on your ugly face!� With rage pouring off her like palpable waves Alex charged quickly and sliced for the methuselah. He dodged her charge easily and turned to face her back as he drew himself up against the wall they�d just come through. As he turned, a smug expression on his face, he saw Alex�s back and her dagger already flying at his heart. He had no time to react and Alex was reunited with her dagger in the blink of an eye, holding it, driving it into his chest. His expression was priceless to her, his eyebrows all but disappearing into his hairline in disbelief.

�A mere terran? But how?�

�Ah, riddle me this: if I am a mere terran, why do you follow me? Answer mine and I will answer yours.� Before he could do so the vampire coughed, spewing blood over the stoned floor.

�I am only following orders.�

�Orders from who?�

�Orders from the other brother.�

�Other brother? What nonsense is this? Who gave you these orders?�

�How did you do it? I must know.� The creature was clinging to Alex as though she were giving him his rights, as if her secret would save his soul. She leaned close and whispered quietly in his ear.

�Your mother is my grandmother. She that created you, gave birth to me.� The monster stared at her for a moment puzzling over her riddle before his eyes went wide and he began struggling . Alex swiftly removed the dagger, causing the methuselah to wail in agony. She quickly gripped his throat and held him fast against the wall.

�Who is the other brother. Your riddle is nonsensical.� She shook him to regain his attention.

�There was a trinity born. A daughter and twin sons. They were all angels, cast unto the land of men and vampires. Neither brother can live without the other, and neither can they live with each other. One is man�s protector, the other is its deliverer.� Alex was quiet a moment, contemplating his remarks.

�Thank you, methuselah.�

�Silver. It�s silver...� Another cough and spurt of blood and the methuselah�s face contorted in pain.

�Forgive me. I wish this had gone another way.� Alex looked compassionately upon her victim, her earlier hatred gone.

�Be swift, great daughter. Do not use the manuscripts for destruction. You are very near your goal, that is why I was sent.� More coughing, more blood.

�I will be swift. May the Lord forgive you as I have forgiven you.� With that Alex raised her dagger and sliced the methuselah�s head clean off, the sickening plop as it hit the floor making her stomach roil dangerously. She was eerily still as the group stared in utter disbelief. Abel finally took a step towards her, unsure of what had just happened.

�Alex?�

Alex rose to her feet, her head bowed and her expression hidden behind her beautiful curls. She walked down the isle between the pews towards the front doors. Once she reached the entrance and the basin containing holy water she pulled a pristine white handkerchief from a breast pocket in her jacket and dipped it in the holy water. A plane red cross was embroidered in one corner and she slowly used the water to clean the blood from her blade, re-folding it, and replacing it back in her pocket. Her frame shook as she went through these motions and everyone seemed to tense.

�Mademoiselle, are you all right?�

�Never. Someone pray for him. I was never any good at praying.�

With that, Alex gazed at the body one more time, tears spilling silently down her cheeks as she turned to leave the desecrated church.
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