Here you go! Sorry it's taken so long but some idiot sent our computer a
virus!  AGAIN!  It took us a whole month to get it fixed!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own em...just borrowing em.  Actually, I'm stealing
them! But I'll give em back...promise!

I think this is part 4, but mine are numbered differently than the ones
I've sent out!

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        The door swung open and the young woman's head came up to see who had
entered her temporary quarters in such a hurry and with such force as to
break two of the hinges.

"Can I help you?" she asked as the dark haired man who stood before her
glared at her angrily.

"Did you go down there today?" it was more of a demand than a question.

"And if I did?" she asked defiantly.

He sighed, "Marie, you know I don't like you running off; and those two
are dangerous...even with their powers weakened.

She glared at him, "So what am I supposed to do?  Sit here and do
nothing all day?" her accent became more prominent the angrier she got.

He looked at the cards that were strewn on the bed before her, "It looks
like you've got something to do to me."

Her expression became distant, sad.  "I don't like it," she looked up at
him.  "I think we should let them go and forget about it."

He looked confused, "Why the change of heart?"

Marie-Ange shok her head, "It doesn't feel right."

"I'm beginning to think maybe you spend a little *too* much time with
those cards of yours."

He pulled out the card she'd left him earlier and tossed it onto the bed
in front of her, "What was this for?  Are you trying to tell me I'm
going to die?"

She looked at the card, "No...it is to be interpreted as change.  A time
to forget the past and get on with our life."

He snorted, "Cute, but I don't buy into superstition and voodoo."

She raised an eyebrow at him, then shrugged and went back to her cards.

"Marie, I don't want you to go down there again.  Or I'll have to lock
you in your room."

Her eyes shimmered as she looked at him, "I will stay away.  But let me
tell you this, you *will* forgive Mizz Frost...one way or another."

He smirked and left her to her tarot cards.

* * * * * *

Emma heard the door open and opened her eyes to see who their visitor
was.  It was dark and all she could see was an outline.  Whoever it was,
they made their way quietly down the stairs and moved to the small
wooden table across the room that housed the oil lamp.  She heard them
fiddling with something and then come over to their cell.  They layed
something on the floor and then wee gone as soon as they had come.  She
supposed it was food, but she was suddenly very tired, so she rolled
over and fell into a cold and tortured sleep.

* * * * * *

The door opened and Bobby felt himself being dragged to his feet and out
into the unenclosed part of the room.  He was forced down a hallway and
into a large room where many candles were burning.  In the middle of the
room there stood a gillotine, the blade shimmering in the flamelight.
He stared at it in curiosity.  Surely the Hellfire Club didn't behead
people, that method of execution hadn't been used for hundeds of years.
Then again....

His attention was drawn to the sudden movement on the other side of the
room.  Fear gripped him as he recognized Emma...and Donald Pierce.  She
was wearing a long, white cotton dress.  It was simple, with no sleeves;
like something a young girl might wear to sleep in.  Her hair had been
pulled back into a loose ponytail at the base of her neck, which, he
assumed, they were planning on seperating from the rest of her body.
She looked so innocent...

She saw him and quickly glanced away.  The two guards who held her arms
puched her to her knees behind the evil device before them.

Bobby stared in horror as Pierce made some speech about her betrayal of
the Hellfire Club and its members.  He tried to yell, to tell them to
stop; but he couldn't find his voice.

Emma simply stared ahead of her at nothing in particular.

Pierce finished his speech and motioned to the guards.  They pushed
Emma's head down.

Bobby continued his failed attempts at speech.  He had to tell her how
he felt before it was too late.

Pierce nonchallantly pulled on the rope hanging next to him and the
blade descended...

Bobby woke in a cold sweat, sitting bolt upright.  His breath came in
short gasps.  He was still in the same place he'd been for the
last...how long had they been there, anyway?

He glanced over to where Emma lay sleeping and tried to calm himself.

*What a dream...*