So, I've been out of town, and Eponine's Tale is only save on my desktop, which, naturally, is back home, away from me, so I'm left with only my netbook, which only has Let's Torture Enjolras on it, and that, of course, is an E/M fic, but I've been really wanting to write E/E, so that's when I got htis idea. Hope you guys like it! By the way, I'm not Catholic, but I really like the new Pope, simply because he sounds like a real life Bishop if Digne. Anyone else see the resemblance?

All I Need To Know

Prologue

The scrawny gamine was as careful as a frightened doe as she carefully made her way down the dark streets of St Michel. The poorer parts of Paris could be dangerous at night, something she knew all too well, being the daughter of one of the most dangerous men in the city, and associating with all of the most dangerous men in the city, the rest being the members of her father's gang.

She heard a sound behind her, and she quickly backed herself against a wall, freezing in place. While her father's gang was overall the most dangerous group of men in Paris during the day, at night the streets could be full of drunks, who were equally as dangerous, unless her father's gang was also drunk, in which case they were still far more dangerous. Especially her father himself, and his second in command-

"Montparnasse," she hissed as the assassin suddenly appeared right in front of her.

"No need to be so cold-hearted, 'Ponine," he said with a smirk, stepping closer. She crinkled her nose at the scent of alcohol on his breath. Just her luck. A heartless killer who was also drunk.

"It's your own fault for trying to sneak up on me," she replied coldly, trying to walk away while still keeping her distance. Despite being drunk, however, he was able to notice her attempts and stopped her, placing his hands on the wall on either side of her, trapping her there.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"he asked, his eyes narrowing as he began to move closer to her. "Trying to find that bourgeois boy you like so much?"

"No, I'm looking for my brother," she replied angrily. "Now let me go, 'Parnasse."

"I don't think so," he replied, smirking, stepping even closer. She had somehow not realized just how close he was, but their chests were now touching. A warning bell went off in her head, and she tried to back away from hm, pressing herself even more tightly to the wall. He responded by moving even closer.

"Parnasse, get of-" she started to say, but he silenced her by pressing his mouth forcefully against hers, drowning out her words with an aggressive kiss. She gasped in surprise, regretting her response instantly as he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

He pulled her off the wall and into his arms, crushing her tiny body against his own muscular one. For a brief moment, she tried to just let go and imagine that it was Marius, but then she felt his hands trailing down lower, and something hard poking into her thigh, and she started to fight back, struggling to get out of his grip. But he was bigger than her, and stronger.

"Now, now, 'Ponine, play nicely," he purred, his lips a mere centimetre from her own, their foreheads touching. She shuddered out of fear, but he clearly mistook it for desire as he pulled her somehow even closer to him for a second before backing her into a wall, one hand holding her there, the other moving to his belt.

Her mind reeled in terror, and she did the only thing she could think of and jerked her knee up viciously between his legs before bolting as he yelled in pain, only to trip, her small body crashing to the ground.

Montparnasse recovered faster than she had anticipated, and before she could stand again, she felt a sharp kick to her side, making her hiss in pain.

"You'll pay for that you little slut," he growled in her ear as he forced her onto her back, his hands moving to her throat as he straddled her. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying for it to just end quickly, certain that there was no possible way for her to escape now.

"Eponine?"

Her heart sunk in her chest. She actually would have preferred for Montparnasse to succeed n having his way with her than for Marius to have found her in that situation.

"She's a little busy at the moment, M'sieurs," Montparnasse growled, looking up from her face.

M'sieurs? She groaned inwardly. Even worse. Marius was with at least one of his friends.

"Busy of her own choosing, or of yours?"

Brilliant. Just brilliant. Of all the friends he had to be with when finding her like this, it had to be Enjolras, the stone-cold revolutionary leader. However, his words did get Montparnasse off of her, and the second she could move again, she rolled onto her side, breathing heavily as she tried to regain her breath.

"You back off and mind your own business," Montparnasse spat. " My 'Ponine doesn't need you bloody bourgeois boys trying to interfere in her life."

"'Parnasse," Eponine whispered, coughing.

"Why not let the mademoiselle speak for herself?" Enjolras questioned.

"Enjolras," Marius said warningly. Eponine grimaced. Marius' friend certainly wouldn't know what he was getting into, picking a fight with Montparnasse.

"My 'Ponine is no lady, m'sieur," Montparnasse sneered.

"I'm not your 'Ponine, 'Parnasse!" she yelled furiously standing, sick of him constantly trying to claim she belonged to him. "I don't belong to anyone!" She tried to slap him across the face, but he was faster and shoved her to the ground.

"Shut up, you bitch," he snarled as she fell. She hissed as she scraped her hands on the pavement.

"Leave her alone," she heard Enjolras say, his voice sounding deadly. She looked up to see him advancing slowly towards Montparnasse, his hands balled into fists while Marius simply stood there gaping. A glint of metal caught her gaze, and her eyes widened. Montparnasse had pulled out his knife.

"Make me," Montparnasse snarled.

"'Parnasse!" she exclaimed, standing, not entirely sure of what she was doing. But she had his attention now, he was focused on her, not Enjolras, which was certainly a start. She stood quickly, and hurried back to him. His eyes were narrowed menacingly.

"Stay out of it, 'Ponine," he growled, but she shook her head.

"Just leave him, 'Parnasse," she pleaded, grasping the hand that wasn't holding the knife. "He's not worth it, he's just a stupid little bourgeois boy." She was certain that she would be getting an earful the next time she saw Marius and Enjolras due to her choice of words, but she also knew that her words just might save their lives.

"And what do I get if I leave them alone?" Montparnasse asked her, his eyes glinting. She took a deep breath. That was what she had been afraid of.

"I'll go with you, I won't try to fight or anything, I swear," she said as calmly as she could.

Montparnasse's face softened then, and for the briefest moment she thought he was smiling, and she could see the boy he had been before, the boy she had been good friends with, but then it was gone, and he grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Consider yourselves lucky that 'Ponine here spoke up for you and I have a soft spot for her," he told Marius and Enjolras menacingly before dragging Eponine away.

As they left, Eponine turned to give a last glance at Marius and Enjolras. Marius was still gaping like an idiot, but Enjolras looked furious, as if he wanted nothing more than to chase after them and beat Montparnasse into a pulp. With a small sigh, she shook her head nearly imperceptibly. Please don't do something you'll regret, she pleaded in her head. Thankfully, Marius at least seemed to understand and grabbed Enjolras' arm, whispering something to him before both turned and left.

She couldn't help but wonder, though, why Enjolras had shown so much concern for her when they had rarely spoken, while Marius, her best friend in the world, the man she loved, had gaped like a fool. She couldn't figure out why.

But then they were back at the inn, in her room, and Montparnasse's lips were on her again, and she stopped caring, and simply tried to imagine Marius in his place, just as she always did.