I DO NOT OWN ANOTHER FAUST. IF I DID, HOWEVER, VICTORIA WOULD BE AN EMPTY SHELL, BICE WOULDN'T BE AN OLD LADY, AND VALENTIN WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ANY CUTE GIRL HE SEES, ALL THE WHILE SECRETLY LONGING FOR THE ONE PERSON WHO HE'S ALWAYS WANTED YET NEVER SEEMS TO GLANCE AT HIM. THEN AGAIN, THAT'S WHAT FANFICTION IS FOR!

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(Italic is a slightly changed version of ending. I do not own that)

5 Years Earlier...

"I'm going", Christian said. "Valentin, come with us. Please. We can start over. It will be real this time."

Valentin had his hands in his pockets, and he seemed to be writing something on the floor with his feet. For the first time since they'd known him, he looked ashamed. Christian smiled at him. "Come with us, Val."

Valentin shrugged and ran his slim hands through his hair. "I'm sorry Christian. But she didn't make me do anything. Ordinary just isn't enough for me." He lowered his head and walked toward Madame Vileroy.

A sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry flew from Christian's mouth. Belle simply shook her head, a single tear rolling down her cheek, while Bice, the silent one, never made a sound, her dark gray eyes saying all the words her lips could not seem to form. Slowly, she lifted her head and her wide eyes met with his. Without another word, Belle and Christian ran to the ripped up wall and leaped onto the fire escape. With a last glance back at her former excuse for a family, Bice turned and followed her twin, her midnight raven locks flying out behind her. All three of the remainder were silent as the former Faust children escaped into the NYC nightlife.

When they were far enough away so that it would be impossible to follow, Vileroy turned and stared at her two remaining children. Her burning eye blazed with hate, but the rest of her was composed and regal as always. Victoria practically bowed onto the floor beside her. Valentin, however, did not acknowledge his "mother". Even though he had made his choice, all he could think of that was keeping him sane were those two gray eyes and the raven haired girl that came with them.

And to think, he would never see either one of those things again.

(Well? Like this little twist? Somehow, I need Valentin to love, or at least feel a lot of lust for someone, In a way that is not extremely creepy and illegal in every single state. We will now come back to real time! YAY!!!)

The Present Day

A lone figure sat at the bar on a late Sunday afternoon. His back was turned, but even with only his back facing you, you could tell that he was special. A well tailored suit hugged his lean, muscular frame, and his mop of dirty blond ringlets framed his face like a halo. Very ironic, he often mused, when you think about it.

Not that any of the girls surround him cared about his so-called "sins". All they cared about was the fact that Valentin Faust, the world famous romantic poet, was sitting in their midst. That, and how hot his ass looked in the strategically tailored suit. A quick smile danced across the young mans perfect lips. He could have his pick of any of the young ladies at the bar tonight. Even though's who were taken. In fact, he mused, why settle for one when you can have them all?

5 minutes later, Valentin was smugly reminiscing of all the terrible and unbelievably erotic things he had just done to 20 very easy-to-manipulate girls. He then sighed. His conquests were no longer amusing. They whet his appetite, but did not quench his thirst. His fame had come, and it had stayed, yet he was still not satisfied, no matter how much his governess tried to help on the subject. (CUE EXTREME GAGGING!) He wanted a challenge, he wanted something delicate and corruptibly pure. He wanted a certain pair of gray eyes to stare into his and commit unspeakable things....

Whoah. He kept on telling himself he would forget her, but that little bookworm just wouldn't let him go... Without another thought, he threw a hundred on the table, buttoned his dark gray coat around him, and headed back to the apartment.

Just before he walked through the door, the Madame walked up behind him, making him turn to face her head-on. She smiled coyly at him. "You do remember darling, what you must do to keep up your end of the bargain."

He nodded. He knew what he had to do. He had to kill Bice.