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The Carnival of Luna. The one time a year when the moon came to life with music, laughter, lights and plenty of debauchery to spare. From Earth and beyond, people flocked to Luna to enjoy the celebrations. If you had the money, you could enjoy nights of wonder you could never imagine. Two best friends from Paris were driving down the street slowly through the crowds loving every minute of the Carnival around them.

Their names were Albert and Franz, sons of prominent and wealthy men back on earth. They had been best friends since childhood and had vowed to stay that way until they were old and grey. That night while the Carnival continued, the two were on their way to see a performance at the Opera House. It was one of the few things on Albert’s list that he wanted to see before they had to go back home. The show was the last of the season before the famous Opera star retired for good so tickets had been sold out quickly. Luckily Franz and Albert snagged tickets before it was too late. During the drive, Albert caught the eye of a young brunette woman dressed in black. She threw him a flower and was gone before he could respond in turn.

Once at the Opera House, the two ascended the tall staircase to the building. Dozens of people dressed in their best were conversing amongst themselves while waiting to be let inside. At the top, they ran into one of Franz’s friends. She smiled at them politely as Franz introduced Albert to her. “So you’re the son of General Morcerf. First time on Luna?” he nodded in reply “Then I urge you to enjoy yourself my dear. Luna has a way of fulfilling your every desire” she spoke with a knowing wink.

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The Opera was as entertaining and dramatic as they hoped. A story of a Bride who ran away from her cruel Fiancé to be with her lover only to end up responsible for his death. While the star continued her epic Aria something across the room caught Albert’s eye. His attention was drawn to a man entering one of the boxes across from him. His skin was of a blue tinge and he was tall with long blue-black hair that reached the small of his back even from a distance Albert could see the man was wearing very expensive clothing. He also had a bouquet of blue Luna roses, flowers that were grown solely on Luna in specialised greenhouses. One blue rose cost at least fifty Francs so to have an entire bouquet of them just added to the fact the man was wealthy beyond measure.

Then much to his and several other audience members, he threw the bouquet to the singer who caught them with ease. The audience applauded thinking it was simply part of the act. Albert couldn’t help but stare at the man whose very presence exuded power. The man caught Albert’s stare and smiled nodding at the younger man. Albert quickly averted his gaze feeling his cheeks begin to heat up.

Later after the Opera, the three had tea in the building’s café where Franz’s friends told them everything she knew about the strange man. “Apparently he presents himself as a Count but I’m not so sure. Regardless of what he is Luna’s society circles are abuzz with rumours. The are some who say he’s an upstart who made his fortune on the frontier or that he’s an Alien from out of space. Some even say he’s a monster in human form or he’s a vampire”

Franz chuckled “That might be going a little far don’t you think? Just because he’s blue doesn’t mean he’s an alien”

“Pardon but who is this person? I mean what is his name?” Albert asked his curiosity getting the better of him.

She answered “He’s called the Count of Monte Cristo”

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With tea done and people slowly filtering out of the Opera House, Albert leaned against the second-floor balcony railing. Franz was still saying goodbye to his friend so Albert had nothing to do but wait. His mind kept thinking back to the Count of Monte Cristo. He couldn’t understand why he was suddenly so consumed by the man. They hadn’t even spoken for goodness sake. He sighed at his foolishness.

He lifted his head just in time to see the Count leave his seat in box 5 and begin to walk away. Once again curiosity got the better of Albert. He needed to know more of the Count so without thinking he followed him. However, the Count had already gotten into the elevator by the time Albert caught up. Dejected Albert was about to leave when something shiny on the ground caught his eye. It was a golden pocket watch. Inside he found an inscription in Greek amongst the intricate designs of the watch “Death is certain, it’s hour uncertain” he read aloud with a puzzled expression. That’s when Albert realised he now had a perfect excuse to introduce himself to the Count. With renewed determination, he ran up the stairs trying to beat the blow-moving elevator.

He made it up to the top floor with panting breaths wishing he had worn fewer layers. Albert saw a golden light coming from one of the doors. For a moment Albert paused wondering if he should press forward but he pushed his anxiety aside. He was a Morcerf and Morcerf’s didn’t run away. He pushed the doors open momentarily blinded by the light. When his sight returned he couldn’t help but gasp in sheer awe. He was stood on the roof of the Opera House, the Luna Skyline shining bright around him. Wind blowing at his hair and coat. Down a long gangway was a massive spaceship made of sleek silver metal that no doubt cost a fortune. Albert was breathless at the sheer size of it.

That’s when he heard footsteps coming behind him. Albert steadied himself to speak to the mysterious Count only to once again lose his breath. This time the Count was wearing a cloak and top hat over his clothes making him appear even more dashing. His cloak and hair billowing in the wind. Now that Albert could see him more clearly than earlier he was completely entranced. The Count had sharp angular features with pointed ears, piercing red and yellow eyes and teal blue skin. He didn’t acknowledge Albert was there but Albert couldn’t have spoken even if he tried. Within moments the count was gone his spaceship flying into the distance out of sight.

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“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming of something? You know, daydreaming?” Asked Franz not believing Albert’s take in the slightest. They sat in the hotel lobby waiting for their reservation at the hotel restaurant.

Albert just showed him the watch as proof “I’m serious. This proves it was real and I’m gonna use it to try and meet him”

“Are you insane?” his friend shook his head “That’s such a hassle. Look, just forget about it ok? Besides you have no idea who or where this guy is” Franz declared crossing his arms. Albert looked back at the watch deflating slightly. Franz had been uninterested in the Count since the beginning so it was no surprise he was against the idea of tracking him down. “Besides, I thought you had plans tonight. The whole reason you wanted to come to Luna, remember?”

“We don’t leave for a few days. I still have time”

“Excuse me” a deep voice spoke gaining their attention. The pair looked up to see a dark-skinned gentleman wearing expensive clothing and sunglasses indoors towering above them “Are you the Viscount De Morcerf of room 405?”

Albert nervously responded, “Um, yes?”

“I bring a message from my master the Count of Monte Cristo. Please accept it” he said sliding a black envelope with a golden M engraved across the coffee table towards him. Before Franz could protest Albert was already reading the message.

To Viscount De Morcerf

Please forgive my earlier transgressions up on the roof. I was unfortunately in a rush to deal with some urgent business matters. To make it up to you I would like to invite you and your companion to dinner tonight in my suite 702. It would be nice to become acquainted with like-minded individuals here on Luna.

I hope to see you there.

Yours faithfully, the Count of Monte Cristo

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Of course, Albert went to dinner and he dragged a reluctant Franz along with him. The Count was staying in one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. It was elegantly decorated with fine furniture and tasteful art from across the universe. The two had been seated in one of the sitting rooms with wine and an array of cocktail-sized snacks to wait for the Count to arrive. Albert was impressed that the Count would go all out for two strangers. Franz, not so much.

“Why would he want to meet two complete strangers like us?” Franz voiced his concerns “How can we be like-minded individuals if we’ve never even met him until now?”

 Albert shook her his “There you go again. You’re such a worrywart. At least tags along when I have dinner with him”

“Well, I have doubts whether this man is a real aristocrat. We’re on Luna remember? The man is most certainly a con man” Franz declared with a wave of his arm. That’s when the door opened and in walked the Count. Both Franz and Albert stood as the taller man came to a stop before them.

He regarded them for a moment before speaking. “How do you do Monsieur” he greeted in a deep smooth voice “I am the Count of Monte Cristo and I’m delighted that you’re here. You grace me with your presence” Once again Albert felt his cheeks heat up.

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Dinner was an extravagant feast of only the best Luna had to offer. The Count had certainly spared no expense in treating Franz and Albert to a fabulous meal. By the third course all were sharing in-jokes and laughter, even Franz had begun to warm up to the Count.

“Come now, this won’t do. When a man comes all the way to Luna he simply must try these dishes” said the Count

“We thank you for your kindness Sir but we seem to be the only ones who are eating” Franz pointed out eyeing the Count’s empty plate. “You haven’t touched a thing all through dinner, are you feeling well”

The Count answered by producing a small green crystal pill box from his coat. “Please you needn’t concern yourselves about me” he paused to dry swallow two red and blue pills “Just as journeys travelled alone are dull and unsatisfying meals eating alone has no flavour. For me speaking with enchanting guests as I am doing right now is the greatest feast one could wish for. Please, help yourselves” That answer seemed to please the two men. “By the way I was wondering what you thought of the Opera we attended”

Albert answered shyly “Well Sir, I really don’t get to see Operas very often... But this time I found myself drawn in by the story!"

“Oh, I see. So Monsieur Albert are you telling us that there is someone in the world for whom you pine just as in the Opera?”

The brunette flushed “No Sir, of course not!”

His blonde friend smirked “Come on Albert. You know that isn’t true”

“Are you talking about Eugenie? You know we were chosen for each other by our fathers” Albert said frowning “We don’t even like each other so no, I’ve never experienced the same kind of intense love as the main character of that opera. I want something more in my life. Something I could lose myself in. Something that could grab my heart and never let go"

The Count let out a hum “I see. I take it you came to Luna to find this for yourself?”

“Oh no, nothing like that” Albert stammered “Actually the reason I came to Luna is quite a personal one... The truth is I came here on behalf of my mother to grant her last wish” he smiled sadly “Luna was her most favourite place in the whole universe so I feel it’s only fitting that I scatter her ashes here”

Franz reached over and placed a hand on Albert’s in comfort “I’m sure your mother would be happy with your decision” At the head of the table the Count was silent, an unreadable look upon his face.

“My deepest sympathies for your loss. I lost my own mother many years ago yet I still feel it to this day. I’m sure she would be delighted to be part of Luna forever” he smiled at Albert “In fact why don’t the two of you join me for luncheon on my balcony tomorrow for the annual executions and after that, I’ll personally escort you to wherever you wish to scatter the ashes”

Beaming, Albert nodded “Sir, that would be an honour. Though you really don’t –” he yelped in pain when Franz kicked him hard in the shin.

“We’re sorry Your Excellency. We appreciate your kind offer but we couldn’t possibly accept. Right Albert?” he urged giving another kick

“Luna’s public executions are the highlight of the Carnival you know. The festivities reach their peak when the blood of heinous criminals washes away the sins of the crowd. One has not truly experienced Luna’s carnival without seeing this. And my offer of transport still stands if you are interested”

Albert was more than willing to agree. He ignored Franz’s annoyed look and agreed to join the Count the next day. Before leaving the Count shook Albert’s hand in farewell. Albert was shocked at how cold the hand was. It was like ice with none of the warmth he expected from a living being.

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“So she’s dead then” his servant spoke bluntly “I am sorry my Lord. I know you cared for her”

The Count sat in a chair next to a roaring fireplace a glass of wine hanging limply in his hand. Now that his guests were gone, he could let out his grief in private. “It appears so. Oh, Mercedes. My dear, dear friend...” he raised the glass up a sad look in his eyes “I can only hope your death was swift and kind. Rest in peace, my friend”

--

The next day Albert returned to the Count’s suite alone. He explained to the Count that Franz wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be joining them. He neglected to tell him about the loud hours-long argument Franz and Albert had which resulted in Franz storming out and getting a separate hotel room. It was the first real fight between the two and Albert was still reeling at how stupid Franz was acting.

So Albert and the Count took their seats on the balcony watching the execution sight below filled with thousands of people ready to absolve their sins with the blood of another. The executions were scheduled to begin at two o'clock. Albert had never seen an execution before never mind this up close so the young man found himself very interested in the upcoming events. “Who are the accused?” he asked the Count as the servant served them their drinks to go with their lunch. An orange and lemon shaved ice for Albert and a glass of red wine for the Count.

“A man who killed for desperation, a man who killed for love and a man who killed for profit” explained the Count “Each has been tried and found guilty of their crimes. I would not waste any care on men such as these” he took a sip of his wine “Its a shame your friend couldn’t join us. I hope he recovers before your journey home”

Albert chuckled awkwardly “I’m sure he’ll be fine”

Down below two of the prisoners about to die began begging for their lives claiming innocence or circumstances leading them to kill. The third stood tall and admitted proudly that he had murdered ten people with no remorse at all.

“This is shaping up to be quite the program” commented the Count “I wonder which the Cardinal will pardon this year”

Albert glanced at him “Pardon?”

“Yes. The Cardinal is allowed to pardon one prisoner set to die at the end of each Carnival as a way to show that no one is beyond saving. However, only the Cardinal himself can choose who will be pardoned” The Count waved his servant to refill his glass “So tell me, Albert, given the choice who would you have pardoned”

“Me? Well... I suppose it would be the man trying to feed his family. Out of all of them, he seems the most remorseful” answered Albert

The Count nodded “I would agree. However what if I told you the money he gained from the killing he just as quickly lost to gambling? That’s how the police tracked him”

“Wait, he gambled the money? So his victim died for nothing?” he asked shocked

“And the man who killed ten people? Those ten people were members of a dangerous crime family on Luna with connections whose actions have cost the lives of hundreds of innocent people. So in a sense, he did more good for Luna by killing them than if he had let them live” he paused to allow Albert to soak in the information “This is a lesson I’ve learnt the hard way, Albert. When someone shows you their true colours, believe them”

Albert went quiet thinking the Count’s words over. As he did, the pardon from the Cardinal arrived by carrier bird. It was announced to the crowd that the man who had killed his wife’s lover had earned the pardon and was subsequently released from his shackles. Now the execution could truly begin. Albert gulped softly as the first man was placed in the guillotine, his stomach in knots. Suddenly the Count placed his hand upon Albert’s in comfort like Franz had done the previous night. The hand was still ice cold but Albert was grateful for it. It steadied him even as the blade released and ended the prisoner’s life.

When the executions were over and the plates from lunch taken away, Albert took his leave to return to his hotel room and retrieve his mother’s ashes. They agreed to meet outside the hotel when he was finished. However, when he entered his hotel room he was both happy and annoyed to see Franz waiting for him. Albert sighed not wanting another argument. However, Franz had other ideas.

“So I take it you went to lunch without me then”

“Hello to you too Franz” Albert greeted going for his suitcase in the wardrobe

Franz frowned harder “You’re the talk of Luna today. All I’ve heard today is the mysterious man having lunch with the Count of Monte Cristo for all of Luna to see”

“He did invite you to join us you know. It’s not like you were being excluded” the brunette retorted “Ah, here it is” he said holding up a small white and gold box decorated with blue gemstones. That sent Franz over the edge.

“You’re not still going with him, are you? For God’s sake Albert, he’s bad news!” he yelled “You heard the rumours. People don’t just get labelled a monster for nothing”

Albert slammed the lid of his suitcase shut “Oh just shut up Franz! I can’t deal with your constant nagging right now. I’m allowed to have friends outside of you Franz!”

“Albert...”

“Just forget it. I have to go. Have fun at the Ball tonight” Albert shut the door hard behind him for good measure. He let out a weary sigh before walking to the elevator. He would deal with Franz later, right now he had more important things to deal with.

Outside the hotel the Count was waiting for him next to an impressive black limousine, the Count’s servant holding an umbrella above the Count giving him shade. “Are you alright Albert? You look shaken” he asked concerned

Albert forced a smile “I’m fine, really. Franz was just being... Difficult”

“I see. Well, sickness does make us grumps. My servant can vouch for that” he joked opening the limo door for Albert “Now where is it you wish to go?”

The younger man knew just the place. “Well if it’s not too much trouble I would like to go to the sea of tranquillity docks. My mother spoke of that place with great fondness” he looked away shyly “But it’s quite far. If it’s too far then –”

“Then that’s where we will go. I haven’t been there myself in quite some time. It will be nice to see how the docks have changed” he gestured to Albert to get in and Albert did so gratefully. The Count then entered and his servant took the driver’s seat. The drive to the sea of tranquillity was a good two hours away and Albert felt guilty for making the Count act like his chauffeur but the Count didn’t show any signs of annoyance or boredom. Albert dozed off for a while only to be awoken by a gentle shake of his shoulder. “We’re here” the Count announced.

The docks were as magnificent as his mother described. When Luna was colonised centuries ago it was decided that the sea of tranquillity would actually be a sea. So the waters before them had been pumped in from other planets. It had been an audacious idea but it had worked and now it was one of Luna’s most beautiful attractions. They had arrived just as the sun was beginning to set giving the man-made sea a golden glow. It truly was beautiful there.

“Could you give me a minute?”

“Of course. Take all the time you need”

Albert walked forward down the stone steps to the white marble docks. The only ships that used the docks were leisure cruises and a sparse number of fishing boats. He stood alone on one of the piers box in hand and heart heavy. For one last moment he held the box close to his chest smiling in the setting sun while remembering his dear mother. “Mother... I hope that this is what you want. I know how much you loved Luna and how you wanted to take me here when I got older” he opened the lid and let the ashes fly through the wind. “Goodbye”

“Goodbye Mercedes...” The Count whispered to himself a single tear falling down his cheek

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It had long since gone dark by the time they returned to the hotel. It was the last night of the Carnival and the streets were filled with hundreds of couples enjoying the last night of festivities. The night of a thousand candles. A night where lovers new and old would hold a lit candle between them and when the clock struck midnight the flame would be blown out and the couple would kiss to celebrate.

“Thank you so much for today Sir. I’m sorry it was such a long way away though”

“It was no trouble at all” The Count said brushing off his worries “I’m glad that I could be of service”

Albert smiled “Still, thank you. I’m happy I had a friend with me today” he coughed nervously under the Count’s gaze. “Well, I should go check on Franz. Again, thank you for today”

What happened next shocked Albert. The Count silently took his hand in his and placed a kiss on it “I assure you the pleasure was all mine. Goodnight Monsieur Albert”

“Yes... G-goodnight Sir...” stammered the Viscount as the Count entered the hotel with his servant. Albert was left standing in the street completely flustered holding his hand clenched against his heart that was beating wildly. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice a figure walk up behind him. However, he did notice a sudden pressure pressed against the small of his back.

“You shouldn’t be alone on this night good sir” she spoke in a high soft voice with a small pistol pressed against his back. The couples around him were far too preoccupied with each other to notice or care about the danger he found himself in “Well then, shall we go?”

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Albert had an unlucky knack for getting himself into trouble. Franz had always joked that no matter where he went he always managed to have follow trouble him. It seems Albert was following that trait as three large strong and burly men appeared out of nowhere and dragged Albert into a darkened alleyway. The girl who had him at gunpoint who Albert recognised as the girl from the earlier carnival was following without question. He realised they must all be part of Luna’s crime ring and Albert was their next target. Before he knew it he was tied up with rope and gagged so he had no option but to follow them into the dark undercity of Luna where the worst kind of criminals made their home. From heads of crime families to common thugs, addicts and drunks, all made those cold and damp tunnels their home.

Albert only hoped he’d be reported missing soon. He didn’t want to think what might happen if he wasn’t.

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Up top Franz wasn’t having fun. He was attending one of the many Balls on Luna where the rich celebrated the end of Carnival in style and sparkle. Without Albert, it just wasn’t any fun. He recalled their earlier fight with a sigh regretting his actions. Seeing Albert so interested in the Count had driven him mad with jealousy so much so that he lost his senses and took it out on Albert, causing their rift.

It wasn’t fair. He had been Albert’s friend since childhood. Knew the other man inside and out better than anyone, better than the Count ever could. So why was Albert suddenly so taken by the older man? If Franz didn’t know better he’d think Albert had a crush. He shook his head not wanting to think of such things. The very thought made the wine he was drinking taste like ash. He sighed once more.

“My you look so bored” Franz’s friend the Madam said coming up to him

“No, not at all. It’s a wonderful party” the blonde said brushing off her worry.

She looked round for a moment before asking him “Where is your friend?”

“Oh you mean Albert? Probably trying to pick up girls” joked Franz “Of course, all of them will turn him down”

The people the Madam had been talking to across the room decked out in their finest suits and glittering dresses were now surrounding him. One man, a portly fellow with a monocle gasped at his words “Why that’s simply terrible! This is Luna you know. Strolling around alone at night is suicidal”

Franz chuckled nervously “Surely you’re exaggerating”

“On the contrary, he’s quite right” the Madam added “You’ll get kidnapped by Luigi Vampa”

One of the glittering women exclaimed, “He’s a new up-and-coming bandit!”

The Madam continued “They say he drags his victims into the catacombs, he tortures them and kills them in a horrible fashion”

Feeling dread build within him Franz questioned “Surely the police won’t just stand by and do nothing?”

“You mean you don’t know? The police on Luna arrange their patrols in order to avoid having to deal with the bandits. Anyone unlucky enough to be caught by them has no chance”
The man with the monocle guffawed “Even my very own cousin was robbed by thugs and had his arms and legs broken. The poor fellow was left lying stark naked in the plaza! All because he dared to speak to the bandit leader’s Mistress”

“But I’m sure Albert is just fine so there’s no need to worry yourself. I bet he’s back at your hotel sleeping soundly” Without warning the Madam pulled him up from his seat “Come, let’s dance”

The Ball was nearing its end and the band had begun to play slow songs dedicated to lovers and couples. Franz found himself dancing awkwardly with the Madam his mind a mile away. “You know Franz, I just hate it when the party ends. First, one guest leaves then two then three, especially at this hour. You won’t leave, will you? You won’t leave like everyone else?”

--

Deep underground Albert was led like a pig for slaughter. He had made a fruitless attempt to escape only to wind with a bruised cheek for his trouble. The light from the lone lantern showed dozens of skeletons lining the walls their bones grey and broken. Albert wondered if he would be joining them. Finally, they came to a stop before a large green metal door. The girl whom Albert heard was named Peppo knocked twice on the door. It opened wide allowing them access.

Inside waiting for them was a tall dark skinned woman dressed in leather and holding a whip. She took a closer look at Albert with a smirk “Take him away”

--

Within the bedroom of the Madam sat Franz on a luxurious couch while the woman took a shower. Any other man would be jumping at the bit to be in his shoes at that moment but Franz couldn’t be excited if he tried. His mind drifted back to the day he met Albert for the first time.

His father had once again broken his promise and had to leave for work on his birthday. Franz had begged and pleaded but his father still left. As a child, Franz didn’t understand why he had to go, just that his father let him down once more. In anger, he wished his father would never come back. Sadly he got his wish as his father ended up being gunned down in a robbery gone wrong. Even though it wasn’t his fault, Franz still felt immense guilt over his father’s death.

“Father...” he whispered hand coming up to cover his face

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting” The Madam apologised coming out of the bathroom in a fluffy yet revealing bathrobe.

Franz kept his head bowed as he headed to the exit “I think I should go”

Once outside he hailed a taxi and travelled back to the hotel with a worried expression. At the hotel, he was stopped before he could enter by a red-haired fair-skinned man with a smirk on his face.

“Hey, you! Are you Baron Franz d'Epinay?” he asked from his position atop a golden statue. Franz frowned thinking he recognised him from somewhere. That’s when he remembered. He saw the man’s photo on a poster for the previous day’s execution. The man’s name was Ricardo Delson and he should have been killed ours ago for the murder of his wife’s lover. “This is for you” he said tossing Franz a letter.

My Lord Baron Franz d’Epinay
I Luigi Vampa have decided to take custody of your young friend the Viscount Albert Morcerf. Hand over the sum of fifty million Duckets to my messenger immediately. Should you fail to comply by sunrise you can consider your friend’s life as forfeit.
Signed ≈ Luigi Vampa

“Where is Albert!?” Franz demanded

“Don’t worry, he’s a valuable hostage so I’m sure he's being treated with all due respect. If the money is handed over right away he’ll be returned without so much as a scratch”

Franz snarled “You should have died for your crimes! The Cardinal gave you a second chance yet you throw your lot in with criminals. Is this how you people do thing?”

Ricardo just laughed “Well Sir, my wife left me and being a cobbler doesn’t pay as much as it should. A guys gotta make a living you know”

“But fifty million is absurd!”

“Ha! Says the Aristocrat. You better hurry good Baron, dawn comes fast on Luna” he grinned “If you value your friend’s life I suggest you make arrangements for the money as quick as you can”

Having no choice Franz went to the nearest bank to make a withdrawal. He would deal with his mother’s ire later, right now saving Albert was all that mattered. To his annoyance, he found he couldn’t make a withdrawal due to the solar winds interfering with the bank’s connection to Earth. That also meant that none of the other banks could give him a withdrawal. In a panic, he called another taxi and raced back to the house of the Madam. Surely she would be able to help him. Though despite him banging on the gates and calling for her, she ignored him from her window in favour of the man behind her.

On his way back to the hotel yet again Franz remembered that day yet again. He shed no tears at the funeral itself but he did after the service after everyone had left. That’s where Albert found him crying under the shade of a tree. Albert in all his childhood wisdom began to cry himself. When Franz looked confused Albert smiled and said that they could be sad together. After that day the two were inseparable.

Having no other option and running out of time, Franz went to the one person he hoped could help him. Swallowing his pride he humbled himself in front of the Count of Monte Cristo “I’m sorry to disturb you like this at such a late hour”

“Is anything the matter? I see you’ve recovered from your illness”

Illness? Oh, that must have been the excuse Albert had used to explain his absence at lunch. Franz bowed “You’re excellency, I need a favour!”

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Ricardo was still waiting by the statue. Whether he would get the money or have to return empty handed it didn’t matter. He’d be paid either way. His thoughts were halted when he was hit in the head by a large heavy satchel. “Hey! What the big –” he became silent seeing the figure in the shadows next to the Barron.

“Fifty million Duckets. You will take us to the hostage immediately” ordered the Count in a cold voice. Ricardo felt the ground shake as a long black futuristic carriage led by six black stallions came to a stop outside the hotel. Unlike the earlier limousine, this was the Count’s personal vehicle. Seeing this Ricardo nodded franticly.

“Ok! Ok! They’re holding him in the catacombs under the old Coliseum!”

The Count gestured to his servant “You heard him. To the Coliseum”

Hooves clacked against the cobblestone roads as the horses raced through the night. Inside sat the Count and Franz on one end and the other Ricardo tied up by the Count’s servants and held still with a gun in his mouth. Baptistin and Bertuccio made sure he was going nowhere.

“Have the two of you been friends for a long time?” asked the Count to Franz

“Yes” the blonde admitted “We’ve been best friends since we were young”

The Count gave a small smile “Friends since childhood. I see. To always have a friend” he had a faraway look in his eye “It's a wonderful thing” The Count grew quiet and so his Franz, his mind going back yet again this time to when he and Albert were just shy of their teen years. Riding their bikes through the streets of Paris Albert kept asking Franz who his crush was. Franz just laughed him off saying he’d never tell.

It was a truly wonderful thing to have Albert in his life as a friend. He only wished he could stop his heart from aching for more.

--

Under the streets of Luna, Luigi gave the order to have Albert killed. Dawn had broken and there was no sign of the money. Albert had run out of time.

They had him locked in a cell throughout the night. Peppo had been the only one to speak to him throughout his confinement or fetch him food. She was the youngest of the gang and Albert suspected was way in over her head. In other circumstances, he’d like to think they would be friends.

“Well now. Have you made your peace?” asked the leather-dressed woman from earlier. The Gang members surrounded the cell all excited to do unspeakable things to Albert’s body. “Shut it! Wait until after he’s dead, then you can carve him up!” she leaned down to smirk at Albert “Put on a brave front while you can. I wonder what you’ll sound like when you cry”

As the light of day reached the Coliseum, Ricardo entered the hideout the gun pressed against the back of his head unseen due to the dim light. “Uh... Hey guys. There are visitors here to see the boss” he announced nervously. That’s when Bertuccio and Baptistin revealed themselves from behind the frightened redhead.

Further inside the woman heated up a knife using hot coals making the blade red as blood and glow like fire. Another man chained Albert to the wall so he couldn’t escape.

“Teresa please don’t” Peppo suddenly pleaded standing in between her and Albert. “If he’s dead then – then we won’t get the money”

Teresa pointed the blade at Peppo ordering her to step aside only for Albert to help “No! If you’re gonna use that blade then use it on me. You’re stupid squabbling is really pathetic”

“Are you trying to disgrace the boss?” Teresa asked annoyed. Without warning she used her free hand to tear Albert’s shirt open so she could get to his unmarred skin. “The life of an Aristocrat has certainly done you well. Not a scar or mark to be found. We’ll fix that” she giggled to herself “I think I’ll brand you first”

Peppo rushed her knocking the hot blade out of her grip. In anger, Teresa pushed her hard making the younger girl fall and crash into a crate nearby. “Leave her alone!” Albert cried using momentum to hoist up his legs and kick her in the head sending her flying.

The wall suddenly exploded open and in ran Bertuccio and Baptistin. They attacked the gang members with ease never letting up on their attack. Meanwhile, Luigi was pulled from his book by the noise. He turned to look just in time to see a shadowy figure emerge from the purple mist of the underground.

“I have come to meet with Senior Luigi Vampa whose reputation is notorious” the man stated

“Who are you?” Luigi demanded an answer

The Count’s eyes began to glow red “You may call me...” Strange glowing purple markings appeared on his forehead, foreboding and chilling “Gankutsuou”

Luigi suddenly didn’t feel as confident. He had heard the name from stories and myths other criminals swore by. Though he never believed them to be true “The – the King of the Cavern?”

“For one such as yourself who dwells in the darkness I expect I am better known by another name” he spoke walking forward “I have your money now hand over the hostage”

The criminal shook his head “I’m sorry but you missed the deadline. Always be punctual is a motto I live by”

“Punctuality is the politeness of Kings. Louie the 18th would be proud” said the Count in a mocking voice. That set Luigi off. Not only did this man come into his Kingdom without permission he was now mocking him. He pulled a knife he kept as a bookmark out and threw it at the Count. He grinned as the knife embedded itself in the Count’s chest. His smugness quickly evaporated when the Count simply pulled out the blade without a single drop spilt.

“You’re skill is impressive but I fear you can not kill me no matter what your abilities”

Backing away in fear Luigi stuttered “W-what are you?”

The Count smirked “The question is, why did you choose to kidnap my friend? Out of all the Nobility on Luna you chose the only one who wouldn't know its dangers. How did you know about him?” he demanded using the knife mere inches from Luigi’s terrified eyes as a threat.

“We – we were paid to kidnap him” Luigi broke admitting everything “Paid us a hundred million Duckets. Told us to kill him even if the money was handed over”

He regretted it as soon as he said it. It only made the Count grow angrier. “And who is it that paid you to kill my friend?”

“I don’t know, I swear! He paid through a middleman and used a fake name. I only know he’s from Paris!” Exclaimed the man his previous bravery all but disappeared. Still, the Count did not let up. Now he had his answer, Luigi was going to pay for what Albert had gone through. His scream echoed throughout the catacombs making his surviving Gang members shiver.
The Count returned to the remaining members of Luigi’s gang tied up and Albert free from his shackles. “I hope you are not injured, Albert”

Albert rubbed his wrists but smiled nonetheless “No I’m fine. I had a feeling that somehow you’d come to rescue me”

“If you wish to thank someone thank your good friend the Barron. He was seriously concerned for your well-being” explained the Count gesturing to Franz. Franz locked eyes with Albert but quickly averted his gaze. That’s when he saw Peppo still lying on the ground.

“Oh no” he gasped going to help her “Miss? Are you alright?” he asked shaking her

Peppo slowly came to blinking up at him “Oh... Hello. It’s nice to meet you” she greeted in her sweet voice “I’m Peppo”

“And I’m Franz. Here, let me help you up”

Seeing this Albert just shook his head. Franz always was a lady killer. The group left the bandits for the Authorities to deal with. Peppo came along being carried in the arms of Bertuccio due to an injured leg. The Count had graciously given Albert his cloak to fend off Luna’s early morning chill. Suddenly Franz came to a stop his fists clenching.

“Franz?” Albert asked

A sharp pain across his cheek. Franz had slapped him. “I thought... You were dead!” he exclaimed before pulling Albert into a tight hug unwilling to ever let him go again.

--

The next morning both Franz and Albert joined the Count for breakfast in his suite. “Please don’t trouble yourselves in paying me back. It served as a pleasant diversion for me”

“But Sir I must do something to repay you” Albert said brightly

“Alright. Might I ask if you grant me one small favour” asked the Count to which Albert nodded.

“Anything at all. Whatever it is just name it” Albert said with a smile. Franz kept his mouth shut over the exchange. In truth, he wanted nothing more to do with the Count. However, if it wasn’t for the Count Franz would be taking Albert home in a casket instead of on the shuttle with him so Franz thought one favour couldn’t hurt.

“At some point very soon I should like to take up residence in Paris” announced the Count “However a rustic Aristocrat such as myself has no connections in Paris. As such might I impose on you to act as my intermediary into Parisian society?”

Albert nodded once more “Yes of course”

“Very good. I shall be calling upon you in Paris on May 22nd three months from now. When I do we shall commemorate the events of your visit here” He noticed Albert place something on the table “Where in the world did you find this?” he asked looking at the pocket watch

“Down at the Opera House. You left so quickly I didn’t get a chance to return it to you” explained Albert

“Thank you. It shames me to have lost it so easily. The fact you found it only proves our bond” Albert blushed at the kind words “Please Viscount. Keep the watch as a small token of our friendship. It’s a way to keep the moment steadfast in time” Albert took the watch back and placed it inside his jacket giving the Count a grateful smile “So now that Carnival is over what will you do now? What adventures await you?”

“Well, we were going to cut our trip short and catch the evening shuttle home. That is until Franz here scored a date” said Albert with a humorous smile.

Franz himself rolled his eyes “You’re just jealous that I can get a date. If you must know it’s with that girl from last night”

“Ah. The young Miss Peppo. She is a lovely thing but Barron, I don’t think you are aware of something. Or, perhaps you do know and arranged the rendezvous anyways” The Count rose from his seat and went over to Franz to whisper something in his ear. Albert watched curiously as Franz went bright pink.

“Wait. She’s a boy?” he shot up from his seat and yelled “She’s a boy!?” to which Albert proceeded to fall from his chair laughing. Still blushing, Franz glanced at the Count only to see a knowing look on the older man’s face. All it took was one pointed look from the Count for Franz to realise. The Count knew his secret.

After the plates were cleared away the Count offered to escort the two men to the spaceport. On the way the two fell asleep, exhaustion making them sleep like the dead in their seats. On the other end of the carriage, the Count was absorbed in a photo album of times long since past. He had hoped that one day he could see Mercedes again if only for a moment. Now knowing she had died years ago...

The bitter fruits of betrayal must be plucked from the tree.

His eyes drifted up to a sleeping Albert and he wondered.

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He awoke once more surrounded by darkness, his body trembling from an unseen wind. The sound of footsteps came closer as Albert forced himself into a sitting position on the threadbare mattress. Only then did he notice his state of undress. His shirt was torn open and his trousers unbuckled. No wonder he shivered from the cold. As the footsteps grew closer so did the light of a candle.

Albert sighed with relief seeing it was the Count rounding the corner and not one of Vampa’s thugs. Without speaking or even regarding Albert being there, he watched the Count set the candle down on a nearby crate he hadn’t noticed until then. Within the blink of an eye, Albert was on his back on the mattress with the Count looming over him and had his hands pinned above his head. Albert lost the ability to speak from shock. When the Count smirked and leaned forward Albert forgot how to breathe.

Ice-cold lips kissed at his throat making the younger man gasp and writhe under the powerful grip. The Count found this amusing and pressed on moving lower to his chest. Albert was sure the Count could hear it beating madly. “C-Count...” he managed to stutter, gasping loudly as a tongue licked him from peck to throat. The powerful grip disappeared and Albert felt hands trailing up and down his body. An ice-cold hand slipped into his open trousers making Albert moan aloud. That’s when the Count reappeared in view his long hair hiding both their faces from the rest of the world.

“Albert... What are you doing to me?” he asked leaning in. Albert followed suit desperate to know what it felt like to kiss the Count. His eyes closed and his head moved forward when –

--

Albert’s eyes opened to daylight filtering through the open curtains. It took a moment for his dream to catch up with him. He shot up in bed with a loud gasp clutching at his bedsheets with an iron grip. Albert then let out an embarrassed groan when he checked underneath and found he was sporting an erection.

“Oh my god...” he groaned falling back “Not again” he rolled over onto his stomach hiding his face in his pillow. He’d been having dreams like that since he returned home. Now with the Count’s arrival on earth due that day, Albert wasn’t sure how he was going to look the older man in the eye.

Thankfully he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a car horn honking from outside his window. He got up and went over to the window to look outside. Three cars with their engines still running filled with his friends waited for him. “Come on Albert! Time to wake up!” Franz yelled with a wave.

The Parisian countryside raced by as the group of friends drove down the road. Albert was sat in Eugenie’s pink car with her. No one thought twice since they were engaged to be married. “I can’t believe you were still in bed” she commented while he stretched

“I have an important visitor coming today and I’ve been really busy getting ready” he explained not uttering a word about the dreams he’d been having.

“You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to,” Eugenie said frowning her golden blonde hair blowing in the wind “By the way, who’s your visitor?”

“Someone who did me a favour on Luna” 

She scoffed “Oh I see. It’s that fake Count what’s his name right?”

Albert looked away angrily “You haven’t even met him. How do you know he’s fake?”

“Oh while I remember. Chateau Renaud is bringing someone along with him” She glanced over to him and smirked to herself “You know Albert, you’ve got to be the biggest target for a con artist in all of Paris” Before he could retort she hit the accelerator, speeding up and overtaking Franz and the others.

Franz shook his head “She’s losing her temper” Beside him his own arranged fiancé Valentine stared at her clenched hands in silence. They had only been engaged since February so things were still new and awkward between them.

Eventually, all three cars made it to their picnic destination. When Renaud’s guest a soldier named Maximillian was waiting for them That is two out of three cars made it. The car Franz was travelling in was stuck in a ditch unable to move. All the while they could hear Albert and Eugene arguing. “Well they seem like a happy couple” Lucien joked trying in vain to drive the car out of its predicament.

“I’ll be shocked if they last the week let alone make it down the aisle” Robert commented waving over Maximillian to help. Thanks to his years as a soldier and his dedicated training it was no trouble for him to simply pick up the car and push it out to safety.

Once introductions were made everyone sat down on the grass and blankets to enjoy the lunch that Valentine had prepared for them. Renaud told the story of how Maximillian saved his life during the war which left him unable to fight any longer. Albert remained quiet as he spoke, watching everyone else while nursing a glass of lemonade. He noticed Valentine and Maximillian smiling at each other almost bashfully.

“You’re lucky Franz” Lucian commented through a mouthful of food “When you and Valentine get married you can eat like this every day. Maybe finally put some meat on those bones”

“Oh, you two are engaged?” Maximillian said surprised “I had no idea”

Franz waved off his concern “Don’t worry about it. So anyway, where do you hail from?”

“I come from Marseille. The old area of town admittedly” the soldier responded

Valentine spoke up “The town of Marseille... What sort of town is it like?” she like most of the group had never been to Marseille. Over the years it had become too dangerous for tourists to travel to with the growing crime rate and drug smuggling. 

“Well, when I was younger it was a beautiful harbour town full of sightseers and tourists. Unfortunately, times changed and the town lost its beauty. As much as I still adore it, it’s not the kind of place for a lady such as yourself” answered Maximillian causing Valentine to look away flushed.

“My mother used to talk of Marseille all the time” Albert added setting down his plate on the grass. “It was her favourite place in all of France”

Lucian rose to his feet. “It may not be safe for you to enter but I know a way we can still see the town for ourselves”

He led them up the steps of the massive wall that was the border between Paris and Marseille. As deputy chief of Government, he had special access to go up on the wall, unlike most others. Unlike Paris which had galloped headfirst into the future, the majority of Marseille had remained stagnant in time. Graffiti marked the ancient buildings that were hardly recognisable from their former glory. The only reason Marseille still had people was due to the spaceport in the centre of the city. Creatures and cargo from the far reaches of Eastern Space would arrive daily bringing much-needed trade and wealth to the struggling city. The massive wall surrounding Marseille had been built centuries ago when crime started to leak into Paris.
Albert wondered to himself if the Count was on any of those ships landing before them.

Beside him, Eugenie huffed and turned away with her arms crossed “Needless boarders if you ask me. Sometimes I feel like we’re the ones who’ve been sealed in”

He couldn’t help but agree. If his travels to Luna had taught him one thing it was that there was a whole universe out there that he along with everyone else in his group were forbidden to see. Albert felt pity for Eugene for he knew that compared to her he was freer. What little of the world she would see would be behind the bars of a gilded cage. Above them lightning flashed and the heavens opened.

“Told you those clouds looked ominous” Franz said “Come on, back to the cars before we’re drenched”

--

In his midnight black horse-drawn carriage sat the Count and his companion Hedie. She had accompanied him to Luna and now joined him on his trip to Paris. She was an alien from distant space that the Count had found ten years ago. A beautiful young woman with pale blue skin, incredibly long silky black hair and kind soft eyes.

“I am no longer alone wallowing in abject sorrow” the Count murmured to himself “For I am now surrounded by the furies; Goddesses of vengeance in the cold bosom of the darkness. I awaited the dawn and once dawn came I cursed my flesh until night fell once more. I even prayed that I would lose my sanity but those prayers went unheeded. Nothing changed and when I strived for the peacefulness of death the Devil’s cold pitiless hand grabbed at hold and held me back. Well, it won’t be long now”

Hedie remained silent during his monologue but despite her silence inside she was burning with the same desire for vengeance. Soon she too would strike the metaphorical dagger in her target's heart and complete the revenge she had promised herself for the last ten years.

--

At the Morcerf Mansion, the men had dried off and were awaiting the arrival of the Count of Monte Cristo. Robert had been adamant in getting an interview with the Count despite Albert’s protests and Lucian couldn’t help but be intrigued with the mysterious man wanting to meet the Count to himself. Robert was also hoping for an inside scoop on Albert’s father General Morcerf. The elections for President of France were coming up and General Morcerf, decorated war hero and philanthropist was the front runner.

Franz had come mostly to keep an eye on Albert while Maximillian was invited along by Robert. Eugenie, Valentine and Renaud had all gone home due to the weather.

The young men chatted amongst themselves while they waited with Lucian helping himself to the wine without asking. “There’s nothing on him in the records. Are you sure he really is a Count?” asked Lucian brushing his ginger locks out of his eyes.

“Or a conman?” Robert added

Albert frowned “I’ll ask you to refrain from such idle gossip of an honoured guest of my house Robert”

“Franz tells me you ran into the Count on Luna” Lucian spoke taking a seat next to Albert “He also said you were abducted by bandits while there. Rather foolish to be out at night alone don’t you think?” he asked smirking. Albert sent an unamused look to Franz while Lucian spoke once more “So tell me, Albert, were you seduced by one of Luna’s wily vixens?”

Albert froze slightly remembering the dream he had. Instead of replying to the question Albert told the story of how Franz and the Count rescued him from the bandits. He even told them about spreading his mother’s ashes on Luna’s sea of tranquillity and how the Count helped him with that too. To his dismay, his friends still weren’t convinced of the Count’s legitimacy even after Albert showed them the watch. Lucian and Robert went so far as to joke that the Count may be a vampire out for blood given the Count’s strange appearance with Franz giving no objections. 

“Careful there Albert. I hear they like the taste of virgin boys just as much” joked Lucian making Albert look away embarrassed. Franz saw this and felt his worry worsen. A chime of the clock striking three broke the conversation.

“Announcing the Count of Monte Cristo” said a servant from the doorway. Lightning flashed outside and the lights inside dimmed on and off until they went out altogether. Nevertheless, Albert asked the servant to show the Count inside. Within moments a tall imposing figure entered the room masked by darkness. It was as if the shadows themselves wrapped around him as he controlled them. The men in the room couldn’t move staring at the man before them. The lights flickered back on and there stood the Count just like they had seen him on Luna.

“It's an honour to see you again” Albert greeted after the Count removed his coat and hat and took a seat.

“Please. The honour is mine Viscount Morcerf”

Albert smiled shyly “Please Sir I’d rather if you called me Albert. You and I are far beyond those formalities by now. As promised let me introduce you to my friends” he then introduced him to them stating their names and occupations. The Count seemed impressed with them which put Albert at ease ever so slightly. Robert, ever the reporter, had to ruin it by taking the Count’s photo without permission. This certainly annoyed the Count.

“On many worlds, the taking of photographs is seen as a vile and reprehensible custom. I must ask you to abstain” Hearing this Robert gave a quick apology setting down the camera “In the course of visiting many foreign when I was a sailor I’ve become thoroughly tainted by the customs of other cultures. I’m afraid I must seem like the most uncivilised savage to the good people of Paris”

Sensing a story Robert continued “So where have you been in your travels?”

“I’ve been to many places. To Eastern Space. To Northern Space. Even to the very core of the Galaxy. In my travels, I’ve learnt that the only one you can depend on is yourself and those you trust may not always be there for you to fall back on”

Albert frowned “What do you mean?”

The Count shook his head “A story for another time Albert”

Soon after the servants set the table for lunch. Once again the Count was not eating and still, the questions continued. Albert only hoped the Count wouldn’t be too annoyed by his friends. Lunch basically turned into an impromptu interview with the Count answering with cryptic answers that only posed more questions. Lunch was also made all the more awkward for Franz and Albert when they each realised that one of the maids serving them was Peppo from Luna. Franz left after lunch with the others feeling uncomfortable leaving Albert alone with the Count and Peppo together.

“Leaving so soon? Such a shame. I wanted to see Franz again” she sighed wistfully as Albert passed.

He stopped mid-step “All right, what do you want? Did you follow me here?”

Peppo giggled “Oh don’t be so full of yourself. After you left I quit the bandit gang and came to Paris to find work. It was just pure coincidence I wound up here”

Albert was not convinced. Of all the places in Paris she ends up working at his home? No, she was definitely up to something. But with no evidence he couldn’t do anything but keep an eye on her.

--

In the car, the four other men were chatting about their lunch with the Count. Franz was still in a mood so Lucian tried to lighten the mood by offering to take them all to a club called La Queen but no one was up for it. That’s when while hearing the recording he made of the interview Robert noticed that the Count’s voice was distorted. He played it for the others for them to hear. On it, Robert’s voice was clear as day but whenever the Count spoke it was incomprehensible nonsense.

“Maybe it’s just a malfunction?” said Maximillian

“Then explain this” Robert told him holding up the camera for him and Franz to see. It was the pictures he had taken of the Count. However, the image of the Count was blurred and warped so you couldn’t see what it was at all while Albert’s face in the third photo was completely normal. Once again the uneasiness set in Franz’s stomach seeing the strange proof that something was amiss with the Count.

--

Albert found the Count in the study connected to his bedroom. There the Count stood looking at a portrait of a young woman sitting on a rocky cliff looking towards the ports of Marseille. “What an absolutely beautiful woman”

“Oh thank you, that’s my mother”

“She’s rather young in this portrait” voiced the Count still looking at the painting

Albert nodded smiling slightly “Yes she was. I believe she had this commissioned before I was born. My father actually hates it. He’s hated it even more since my mother died”

“I see. When did she die if I may be so bold to ask?”

“Several years ago. She died of an infection of some kind, I’m not quite sure. My father refuses to talk about it” replied Albert dejectedly. It was true. After his mother died when he was barely twelve his father refused any mention of her since. Every portrait of her was removed, and every personal belonging was locked away. The portrait on his study wall was the only thing he had of her. 

~~

Mercedes was weak and fading. Death was surely close. Albert had refused to leave her side as her condition worsened. He had done everything he could being only twelve. He fed her soup, read to her stories, wiped her sweaty brow but nothing helped. He held her hand in his praying that his mother would recover.

“Oh, Albert... I’m so sorry I’m leaving you so soon...”

Albert verdantly shook his head tears brimming in his eyes “Don’t be silly Mother. You’ll be fine before we know it”

Her eyes gazed at him softly with the pure love of a mother. “Albert. Albert, I want you to promise me... Promise me that when I go I won’t stay in this house. Take me somewhere far away... Luna... Luna...” Those were the last words she spoke. She soon lost consciousness and death swiftly followed.

~~

Albert snapped out of his thoughts when the Count wordlessly handed him a handkerchief. That’s when he realised he had been crying. Albert took it gratefully and wiped his eyes. “Thank you. I’m sorry about that”

“Do not apologise. Loss is something we never truly get over. We just learn to live with the pain” The Count said giving him a comforting smile “Tears are nothing to be ashamed of”

The younger man smiled back “Thank you for being so understanding. If it’s not too much trouble would you like to stay for dinner? My father had been looking forward to meeting you since I returned from Luna”

“I would be delighted to Albert”

Pleased, Albert led the Count back into the main foyer. “Ah, Albert” General Morcerf’s voice came from atop the staircase. The Count flinched. “So this must be your esteemed guest”
“Father, I’d like to introduce you to the Count of Monte Cristo”

The General walked down the staircase stopping halfway down. He regarded the Count with a nod, not a hint of recognition in his eyes. To him, the man before him was a stranger. He stood completely unaware that the man before him would lead to his downfall.

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“You’re Excellency, please meet my Father General Fernand de Morcerf” Albert said smiling

His father continued to walk down the stairs to the pair “Please the pleasure is all mine. After all you did save my son on Luna. You are welcome in our home your Excellency” he then took charge and shook the Count’s hand somehow missing the stony expression on the Count’s face.

At dinner the servants served champagne to those seated at the table. General Morcerf, Albert and the Count with a seat next to Albert empty but a table setting ready.

“To good fortune and a long life for our new friend, the Count of Monte Cristo” said Morcerf in a toast. Once that was done the first course was served. Plates of rainbow terrine with a basil sauce to match were set on the table. The Count saw many displays of war medals and awards in display cases behind Morcerf. “I understand you were in the army some time ago. The Genina campaign if I am not mistaken”

Morcerf nodded “I’m embarrassed that you know of that. It’s been a long time. It’s true that many people praise me as a hero but to a soldier these things mean very little. After all nothing good ever comes from destruction”

“No. These idyllic times in which we live were built on sacrifice” commented the Count as a servant took away his untouched plate and replaced it with the next course. “At any rate that’s my opinion. I expect the far corners of the galaxy are echoing with the name General Morcerf by now”

Properly flattered and boosted ego, Morcerf smiled proudly “You honour me by saying so”

The dinner continued. Albert noticed the Count was yet again not eating. He worried that the Count was ill or the food was not up to his standards. “Is the food not to your taste?” asked Albert “We could ask the chef to prepare something else if you prefer”

“Please forgive me Albert but it’s nothing like that. Over the years I’ve seem to have fallen into the habit of eating very little” the Count explained sipping his wine.

“I understand exactly what you mean good sir” added Morcerf “As I advance in my years I find myself more and more extravagant meals such as this one”

The Count hummed “It also seems that I seldom sleep anymore”

“I’m amazed that you’ve managed to stay healthy” spoke Albert with a hint of worry. The Count then pulled out a familiar box from his pocket.

“It’s because of these. In the course of wandering the sea of stars for so long my body and soul have changed to beyond recognition”

Albert felt pity for the man before him. The Count was obviously suffering from an unknown malady that prevented even the most basic of life’s luxuries. A life without sleeping or eating seemed like an awful thing to go through yet the Count appeared to take it in stride. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried”

“Nonsense, you’ve done nothing of the sort. In fact you’re one of the first in a long time to care about my wellbeing Albert”

The Viscount smiled brightly “Then I hope you’ll at least try the soup. It’s the same recipe my mother used to make when I was a boy” to his delight the Count did eat a spoonful of soup but was disheartened when he saw how laborious it was for him to hold it down. Now he felt bad for pressuring the Count.

“Delicious. It reminds me of my time in the South of France. Tell me, was your mother by chance from Marseille?”

 “No” interrupted Morcerf “My late wife had no connection to such a vile and barbaric Provence. Like me she stemmed from a long Noble bloodline dating back to the early days of Paris” he declared with a self satisfied smirk.

The Count nodded “Forgive my rude enquiry Sir. I certainly did not mean to offend”

“Barbaric huh?” muttered Albert quietly his mind miles away.

--

After dinner Albert found himself on the balcony overlooking the garden, the floral scents from his mother’s old greenhouse sweet in the air. He breathed in deep enjoying the moment of peace in the setting sun.

“What a charming scent” spoke the Count appearing at the doorway

“Oh, your Excellency” Albert greeted “I wanted to apologize for earlier. It was rude of me to ask you to eat that soup. I hope I didn’t cause you discomfort”

The Count shook his head “No Albert. In fact you gave me a great gift. Over the years I had nearly forgotten what that soup tasted like and the memories connected to it. It was a sublime experience for me”

Albert flushed once more “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know my mother would be happy you enjoyed it as well. I tried to follow her recipe as best I could”

“Oh, so you made the soup. No wonder then it tasted so good”

The Viscount looked back at the setting sun willing his face to cool down. “You know, this reminds me of a saying that my father used to say. Those who break bread and salt in fellowship under the same roof shall be eternal friends. I hope that means you and I will be friends for life”

The Count too looked to the setting sun “I believe that saying comes from Eastern Space. Unfortunately this is Paris and people here do not break bread and eternal friendships do not exist” Albert’s heart sank “However since our meeting on Luna my opinion has changed. I am happy to have you as a friend”

--

The moment he entered his room Peppo was right there with a mischievous glint in their eye. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you and the Count getting all chummy. Secret meetings on the balcony at sunset. Away from your father’s prying eyes. You aristocrats are just like how the peasants describe”

Albert rolled his eyes “Spare me your crude comments. The Count happens to be a friend of mine”

“Oh honestly, you’re such a child. You really think friendship is all he wants from you?”

He frowned “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t worry little boy. You’ll figure it out” with that Peppo walked out of his room leaving Albert confused at her critic answer and a little annoyed at being called a little boy of all things. He quickly grabbed his jacket from the hanger and left to see the Count off.

Outside the house Albert said goodbye to the Count.

I am most grateful to you for allowing me to experience a day such as I had today” the Count thanked him stepping into his carriage.

“Not at all. I’m glad I had the opportunity to introduce you to my Father. To introduce a man I admire”

That made the Count smile just a little “I had a thought. I would like to invite you to my estate in the near future”

Albert smiled brightly “I’d love to come. Thank you for the invitation” as a goodbye he reached out to shake hands. The Count once again surprised him by repeating what he did on Luna by instead taking Albert’s hand and kissing the knuckles.

“Until we meet again Albert”

--

Inside the Manor’s kitchen the servants were busy cleaning up after dinner. Peppo had come to enjoy their work but cleaning up feast after feast was certainly becoming tiresome. “Good grief” they complained “Why do Aristocrats have to eat like this all the time?”

“Dinner parties, high teas. It’s probably because they don’t have anything else to do” Another servant responded while washing out a bowl.

Peppo hummed “So in other words if you take away the gluttony, lust and aperies then there really wouldn’t be anything left”

“You just watch your mouth young lady” Peppo’s superior scolded

“Didn’t you think their guest was rather elegant? Handsome and mysterious”

The other huffed “Well he didn’t appear very refined. He hardly ate anything, the nerve”

“Well that may be true but he had quite a secretive rendezvous with the Viscount up on the balcony” Peppo said unable to keep the gossip in anymore “And our dear Viscount was certainly looking all a blush after their meeting”

“Oh my!” the servant washing dishes gasped delightedly “And here I thought Mistress Eugene was the only one for him”

Their superior sighed “Will you two give it a rest already?” she snapped unaware that Albert was right outside the door.

Peppo giggled “Think what you want but that was definitely the beginnings of love’s first sting” Peppo ignored the warning of being reported in lue of glancing over to the doorway where they knew Albert was listening in.

Hidden in the shadows Albert couldn’t believe his ears. That’s preposterous. I’m not... We’re not... Argh, stupid Peppo! He stalked off back to his room trying his best not to think on what Peppo had said.

--

“Do you think I’m a... terrible man?” the Count asked Heidi during a drive through the city

Heidi shook her head “No. I will stay by your side for as long as I live. Even if that means walking down the path to ruin”

“It is not we who will be ruined” growled the Count face hardening and pressing his foot on the accelerator. The rest of the journey was silent until they reached their destination. A rundown and forgotten graveyard that hadn’t had a burial in years. Silently the Count exited the car and walked towards a certain pair of headstones, the names barely legible under the years of moss and grime. “I have come home father. Finally...”

--

Albert didn’t sleep well that night. Thoughts of what Peppo had said in the kitchen had kept him awake half the night and when he did manage to fall asleep he had yet another dream about him and the Count. He gave up on sleep at dawn and decided to get an early start to the day. A quick and cold shower got rid of one problem and helpfully woke him up. He was halfway through an early breakfast when Eugene made a surprise visit wearing a dress and high heels. Nothing like her usual attire.

“Well this is a surprise. Usually you’re still asleep by noon” she joked

He rolled his eyes “Good morning to you too Eugene. What are you doing here?”

“Relax, I’m not here for you. My father’s messenger is sick with the flu so I offered to bring your father some documents he asked for the upcoming election” she crossed her arms “Mother insisted I wear this to give a good impression to my future father in law. Now that I’ve delivered it I’ll be on my way”

“Wait. At least let me show you to the door”

She waved him off “No need. I know my way around. Oh wait, before I forget. What’s this I hear about you visiting the Count at his house?”

“What? Where did you here that?”

“From Franz. He said that the Count called and invited he and Maximillian to his estate”

Albert blinked in surprise and a little disappointment. “He invited them too?” he repeated. He had hoped that the invite had been just for Albert so the two could get to know one another better. Now that he knew it wouldn’t be a private meeting he was a little disheartened. Eugene left and Albert no longer felt hungry. “Please clear that away. I’ll be upstairs”

He walked upstairs and began walking through the painting hall when a light from his Father’s room caught his attention. His father had already left for work and Albert was certain no one was supposed to be in there. He peeked through the crack and to his anger found Peppo standing before his mother’s old vanity mirror wearing her jewellery. Albert felt anger fill him. He slammed the door open scaring Peppo.

“Take that off right now! You have no right to go through my mother’s things!” he yelled whilst pointing at them

“Ok, ok! Jeeze, you’re such a spoilsport” they relented taking off the rings and necklace and placing them back in the box. Albert watched to make sure they didn’t pocket anything. While watching he saw that the locked draw of the vanity had been tampered with as if someone had tried to break into it. Once again he felt the rage build. They saw this and sighed. “It wasn’t me. The draw was like that when I found it. Somebody else tried to get into your mother’s drawers” they giggled at the innuendo which only annoyed Albert more “Maybe it was your father. Trying to unearth his late wife’s last secrets. It is his bedroom after all”

“Just get out and don’t let me catch you in here again”

Peppo just smirked and left the room. Albert’s gaze returned to the vanity drawer frowning. His father would be the only one with unlimited access to the room but why would he do such a thing? His mother his no secrets from them. At least as far as he knew. The marks appeared old. Years old if his guess was correct. Unease settled in his stomach as he left the room shutting the door tight behind him.

--

The next day Albert was getting ready to go to the Count’s estate. He’d spent half the previous day trying to pick out the perfect outfit fit to impress. He wanted more than anything to make a good impression at the Count’s place of residence. He stood before a mirror wearing one of his finer suits. He’d even gone for a bowtie and white gloves just for extra measure. Albert thought he looked good.

Of course that’s when Peppo appeared and ruined his good mood. “Please. Could you dress even duller” the commented planting the seed of doubt in Albert’s head “In my opinion that outfit is nowhere near flamboyant enough for a visit to the Count of Monte Cristo”

“Not flamboyant enough?” he repeated looking at his reflection with growing undecidedness. Finally Albert huffed and began to undress deciding to throw caution to the wind.

Stepping outside to where his friends were waiting for him he realised he had made a mistake. Flamboyant was an understatement as to what he was wearing, looking more like a pirate than a gentleman. It took only moments for his friends to begin laughing at his expense. Even Maximillian was holding back chuckles while Franz and Beauchamp had tears in their eyes. Having no more time to go back a change Albert just sighed and made his way to the car. “And here I thought I’d be meeting him by myself” he grumbled

--

“On that day when I first met you, you made me realise that there is always hope” Heidi spoke softly “Regardless of the circumstances of which you find yourself. I will never forget that lesson. Never”

“... When I was flung out of the Chaetae D’if into the cold black void of space hope was the only thing I had in my possession. Nothing else” The Count closed his eyes sighing tiredly “Heidi. I have become conflicted in my actions” he admitted making her look up to him “For years I have wanted nothing more then vengeance against those who have wronged me. It is all that has kept me going. Now... Now I am not so sure”

She turned back to face the endless sea before her “It is because of the boy, isn’t it? Mercedes’s son” The Count’s silence spoke volumes.

At the same time Albert and the others arrived at the front door of the Count’s estate. They were surprised to find it to be much more austere than they anticipated. The door opened revealing Baptism waiting for them. “Good day and welcome. We have been expecting your arrival” he ushered them inside and lead them to a small room to wait for the Count. The room was finely decorated and had a small round table in the centre with a few chairs.

Beauchamp whistled in approval “Early Rococo and not revival either” he commented on the decor “This room alone must have cost a fortune to decorate”

“What do you think?” Albert asked Maximillian

The soldier appeared awkward “Well honestly it’s a bit too far removed from my world”

Baptism returned a few moments later “I beg your pardon for the delay. Please allow me to show you to his Excellency now” suddenly the door slammed shut behind him and the room began to shake. The light from the window disappeared as they realised the room was going down. It wasn’t a room at all but actually an elevator.

The elevator continued going down for several minuets until it came to a stop. Soon the room was engulfed in a blinding golden light when Bertuccio opened the doors to greet them “Welcome Monsieur’s, his Excellency awaits”

Behind him was a massive grand hall made entirely out of polished gold. Everything from the columns to the floor, to the high arched ceilings and statues were made from pure gold. No one could grasp what they were seeing, not even Beauchamp who had covered almost every far fetched story there was. He eagerly took photos of everything around him “At this rate I wouldn’t be surprised if his bed and pillows were made of gold. Where would he even get this much gold anyway?”

“Now I really think there’s something fishy about him” voiced Franz “Hey wait! Look at that!” he suddenly gasped pointing to the distance. The four gathered and found something even more surprising. An artificial sea as well as an artificial sky depicting the galaxy. It was truly something to behold.

“This is amazingly beautiful” whispered Albert in awe. Something in the distance caught is eye. The backdrop in the far distance reminded him of something. “Wait, I know that place” he remembered. The backdrop was just like that of Marseille like his Mother’s portrait.

“That look suits you quite well Sir Pirate”

“Your Excellency” Albert smiled turning to greet the man. In a split second Albert had the pointed tip of a sword at his jugular. He gulped in both confusion and fear “W-why?”

As quick as he had unsheathed the blade the Count had it back in its sheath. “I want you to have this Albert” he said handing the sword to the young man “This was given to me many years ago by a ship’s navigator. Perhaps it will serve to protect you as well to carve a path for you. A path to your future”

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Albert could only watch in awe as the scenery passed them by. The party was now sat in the Count’s boat which was being guided by Baptism. Beauchamp was taking countless photos completely enamoured by the world around him. This story alone was going to make him rich.

“This is incredible” Albert breathed “I can’t believe we’re seeing this under the house itself. It’s almost like a dream” still taking photos Beauchamp leaned too far forward and nearly fell in.

Thankfully Maximillian grabbed him by the jacket and prevented him from ending up in the underground sea.

“Perhaps it truly is but a dream” the Count spoke from his position at the front of the boat “At times I do consider that possibility”

Beauchamp, still half hanging out of the boat, asked him “Well in that case here’s an eye opening question for you. How much did you sink into this place? How much his this dream house set you back?”

From behind them Baptism chuckled loudly “We stopped caring about things like money about halfway through the construction”

Pulling himself back in Beauchamp commented “Well that will make a great headline. Thanks for the tip”

Just then the occupants of the boat began to hear the drifting melodic sounds of harp strings being plucked. Albert stood to his feet straining his ears to follow the sweet music. The boat continued on and a small arched gazebo appeared out of the mist. There they saw a beautiful young woman playing her harp and an alien creature stood motionless to the side. Albert had a flash of recognition when he saw her profile. “It’s... The girl from the Opera” the same girl who sat next to the Count that fateful night he and Albert met.

“She’s beautiful” Maximillian couldn’t help but say

“You’re not going to tell us she’s artificial as well” said Beauchamp taking another photo

Albert frowned at him “Don’t be rude. It’s obvious she’s real”

“Her name is Heidi” explained the Count “She is but a doll who keeps me company in this empty house. Still living though her soul has long since disappeared” he gestured to her “Heidi obeys my every word and caters to my every whim and desire and should I ask would not hesitate to take her own life”

Albert gulped silently “Wait, really?”

“Oh please” laughed Beauchamp “He’s just messing with us. This is the Count of Monte Cristo we’re talking about here. I heard he sold his own soul long ago”

“That’s going too far Beauchamp” 

Franz interrupted Albert “Why? How else can one man amass such a huge fortune in only a single lifetime?”

“I’m afraid... I have to agree” added Maximillian awkwardly

Albert was beginning to become frustrated with his friends “Why are you all being like this? The Count’s not as cold as everyone thinks he is. Isn’t that right Sir?”

“I wouldn’t know. I can not see myself”

--

The boat docked at the gazebo and the party got out to meet the mysterious Heidi. She was even more beautiful up close. “Welcome to our home. My name is Heidi” she greeted in a soft wispy voice that reminded Albert a little of Peppo. Albert wondered why she was here of all places and not back on her home planet. There was obviously a strong bond between her and the Count. For a moment Albert thought the two were romantically involved and that’s why she was here. He didn’t want to know why the thought made his own heart sink.

“Who’s that?” asked Beauchamp looking at the Alien beside her

 “He is called Armay. He too is a companion I keep at my home” Albert blinked in surprise as the Alien stepped forward “Heidi. The Viscount seems quite perplexed by all this. He’s confused as to what you are to me”

Heidi returned her attention to Albert “Viscount. I am but a small and humble twig that the Count took pity on. Here I have the joy and freedom of making flowers bloom and my heart plays joyously just like my harp does. Here I am happy and he only asks that I keep this place full of flowers in return”

“O-Oh” stuttered Albert “Do forgive me. I had assumed the two of you were in love and that’s why you were here”

“In love with each other?” mocked Beauchamp “You can’t honestly be so naive Albert. Marriage between Aristocrats is a strategic alliance with the goal of securing an estate. In fact that’s why Franz and Valentine are engaged right?”

Hearing this Maximillian turned to face Franz and Albert “Is that really true?”

“Uh, well... I guess I can’t really deny it. Right Albert?” asked Franz “Isn’t it the same with you and Eugene?”

“Yeah I guess so” Albert admitted

Beauchamp smiled smugly “There you go. Love just doesn’t exist amongst the privileged class”

“But how can that be?” questioned the Soldier gasping the flower print handkerchief in his pocket, the one Valentine had given him at the picnic. Thoughts of their meeting flying through his head.

--

They left Heidi and Armey behind and continued their voyage. Maximillian was quiet mulling over what Beauchamp had said. Was it true? Was love really such a foreign thing to the wealthy and elite? Would Franz even want to give Valentine the love she deserves?

“What’s the matter Maximillian? Is what I said so hard to accept?”

He shook his head “Its not”

“Well everything I said was true. The only thing that’s really important to any of them is keeping their family fortunes from shrinking” he looked to Albert and Franz “See, you two aren’t the product of love but of financial interests”

Albert scoffed “Not with me. My parents had a marriage built on love, not security”

“Yeah. And tell me how many mistresses has your father had since your mother died? Not exactly an everlasting love there”

Franz jumped in at Albert’s defence while the Viscount glared angrily “Take that back Beauchamp! You go too far”

“Oh please. The fact he’s getting so worked up means he knows his parents marriage wasn’t built on love as he says. Didn’t your father just up and leave the planet when your mother was dying?” Beauchamp asked with a smirk

The argument continued while Maximillian quietly drank more than he should. “To think that loveless marriages are allowed to go ahead” he downed the rest of his drink “The people of Paris are corrupt!”

“Maximillian you’re going too far. I demand you take it back” demanded Albert getting to his feet sword clenched in his grip

The Soldier sat firm “I can’t do that”

“Paris has more than its fair share of honest people. Take it back now!” the argument between him and Beauchamp had already put Albert on edge. Maximillian’s comment sent him over the edge. He would not stand by while his fellow countrymen were insulted by a soldier supposed to protect them. When the soldier refused to back down once more Albert drew his sword and pointed it at Maximillian, blade slightly shaking from his tense grip. Again he refused to back down. Franz and Beauchamp tried to calm things down but it was obvious neither party was going to give up the argument.

“This will not do” the Count appeared using his golden staff to smack the sword out of the way. “Drawing your sword like that is ungentlemanly”

“Count...” Albert whispered now feeling nervous. He had not only threatened one of the Count’s guests in his own home but had also acted like a stubborn mule. He dreaded to think what the Count thought of him after that display.

“Regarding your opinions each of you is steadfast and given that we are now upon the sea... Perhaps we should act like Pirates and settle our differences with a duel” everyone gasped at his idea “On the seas strength counts for everything. He with the better sword arm makes the rules”

“You can’t be serious. Just what are you implying Count!?” said Franz becoming tired of the other man in his many strange qualities. A gust of wind blew the mist around them engulfing the boat and it’s occupants.

“Come” the Count instructed Albert, his voice almost hypnotic in that moment “Now is the time to demonstrate your convictions and prove that you hold your parent’s marriage to be honourable and sacred” using the glowing head of his staff his pressed it against the handle of Albert’s sword causing the bird insignia to glow the same colour green “The blade you hold is now invincible” he then whipped round to face Maximillian “And you good sir, all men have a blade deep within their heart. The purer the heart the keener the blade”

--

“The time is high tide. The place the Ship’s bow. The weapons bare blades” Baptism announced excitedly “So come on gentlemen. Let’s see you go at it pirate style!”

Albert and Maximillian faced each other, each with sword in hand atop the Count’s larger ship that held a magnificent golden palace. Beauchamp commented his disbelief that anyone would still duel over something as fickle as love.

Franz was close to smacking him over the head “This is no time to be joking! Those swords are real you know!”

“Yes and the water down below is teeming with sharks hungry for human blood” Baptism added with delight

Franz looked down in horror at the sharks swimming around the ship “Just what kind of game are you playing here Count?”

“Just the entertainment of a sea voyage. I expect Monsieur Albert is thirsty for stimulation”

And with that, the duel commenced. As a soldier Maximillian was sure he’d have the upper hand but Albert was driven by not only the honour of his parents marriage but his own as well. If he was to loose a duel like this then he would be seen as nothing more than a brash weak little boy who didn’t know when to quit. He would also be seen as a fool in front of the Count, something Albert refused to let happen.

For a moment Albert had him cornered but the Soldier did an impressive flip making their positions reversed. Albert found the tip of Maximillian’s sword pressed against his back “The purer the heart the keener the blade. I’m afraid you just aren’t capable of defeating me”

Albert wasn’t about to take that. With a hell he spun around not caring of the blade. The sword caught his arm and cut through the skin and tearing the sleeve. Blood began to drip from the new wound but Albert ignored it.

“I didn’t expect you to turn on your vulnerable side and I’m impressed by your courage. However, the insincere shall be smitten by divine retribution!” with that he lunged at Albert. The two again went toe to toe with neither backing down. It got to the point where Albert was backed to the edge with nowhere to go but down. With swords pressed against each other he demanded.

“Why do you hate the Aristocracy so much?”

“First I have something to ask you. Is it true that you really don’t love your Fiancée?”

Albert’s eyes widened slightly at the question “That’s what this is about? Are you out of your mind?”

“Just as I thought. I can’t allow this to abide anymore!” with a flick Albert’s new sword went flying into the waters bellow. Albert had lost. He gasped holding his injured arm while Maximillian lowered his sword and began to walk away. Something took over Albert and he lunged after the Soldier. Maximillian sensed the attack coming and moved his body in order to trip Albert up and flip him over so he could land on his back. Unfortunately he underestimated the landing and Albert ended up falling overboard into the shark infested waters bellow. He managed to let out a scream before he disappeared under the waves.

“Albert!!” Franz cried about to jump after him but was stopped by Maximillian who pointed out the sharks circling where Albert had fallen “This is a nightmare...”

“Indeed it is” the Count announced appearing on the edge of the Ship’s railing “This is but a dream. A waking dream” tearing off his hat, cloak and coat the Count dived in after the Viscount.
Sinking lower and lower Albert struggled to hold his breath. Albert... he heard his mother’s voice from the deepest parts of his memory.

Mother. I’m sorry for being so foolish...

A hand grabbing his wrist pulled him out of the haze of his mind. He opened his eyes enough to see the Count had been the one to rescue him. Count... he thought feeling happy that the Count cared enough to save him.

--

Sitting in front of the fire, Albert felt like such a fool. He’d ruined the visit by his antics and had even forced the Count into saving his life. The pair where within a cave like structure both still soaked through. Albert had discarded his sopping shirt and coat to dry and the Count had tended to his wound wrapping it in a part of his own shirt.

“I’m ashamed of myself” he admitted “I can’t believe how angry I got”

“I know. I can see it clearly that within your heart lies another part that lies dormant at the moment you are burdened with a great sense of apprehension. As am I”

“You are?” asked Albert surprised

“Yes. About many things” suddenly the Count let out a hiss grimacing at something. Albert looked on worried when the other man gripped his upper arm tightly in pain.

He gasped “You’re hurt”

“It appears so. I must have pulled a muscle when I dove in after you” Albert deflated with shame.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt because of me. Here, let me look” Albert rose from his seat and walked around the fire pit. Albert didn’t notice the change in the ground and his right foot ended up in a divot which sent him falling. Luckily the Count was there to catch him and steady him so he did not fall. “Thank you” he said looking up, his blue eyes locking with the Count’s mismatched ones. His heart began to race as he realised the position they were in with the Count holding him close almost like a lover. “T-Thank you...” he whispered

“Albert...” the Count responded in a tone that Albert couldn’t decipher. He was pulled closer, now chest to chest and mere inches between their faces.

“Count...” breathed Albert letting his eyes drift close and tilt his head upwards. His heart did a flip when he felt the Count’s cold lips on his. Not as cold as his dream but oh so infinitely better. Of course Albert kissed back having felt nothing like this before. He grew bolder moving his arms to wrap around his neck his hands running through the still wet hair he had dreamed about so often. The Count in turn wrapped his arms around Albert’s thin waist deepening the kiss. Albert’s dreams were nothing compared to the real deal of having the Count hold him in his arms He kissing the daylights out of him. He was sure his legs had gone numb.

The Count was the first to pull back allowing them to breath but Albert was far from finished. He’d gotten a taste and now he wanted more. He pulled the Count back into another kiss, this time taking the lead and giving the Count and quote on quote French kiss. The Count let out a moan that was without a doubt the sexiest thing Albert had ever heard. The grip around his waist tightened and a hand reached up to cup the back of his head pulling them impossibly closer, their kisses becoming more and more heated. Albert couldn’t stop the sounds coming out if he tried.

Finally they stopped when Albert had to break away for air. Both men were panting slightly and Albert had a very bright pink flush on his cheeks. The Count let him go with a start, backing away like Albert’s touch had burned him. “I – I’m sorry Albert” he apologised unable to look at him “That was completely improper of me”

“No! No, it wasn’t. I – I enjoyed it very much” the younger admitted shyly rubbing the back of his neck

“Even so, I should not have forced myself upon you like that. Not when...” he trailed off his words dying on his tongue “At any rate. I hope this will not make things awkward between us”

Albert nodded “Of course it won’t. You’re still a dear friend to me even if we...” this time he trailed off embarrassed. The Count met his gaze his eyes softer than he’d ever seen them. A small smile on his lips. Albert wanted to drown in that gaze.

Later on the drive home Franz noticed Albert was lost in his own little world. After he and the Count had returned Albert had seemed distant and far away even after Maximillian expressed his regret over the whole debacle.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Franz

“Nothing. Just got a lot on my mind” answered Albert “Hey Franz? Do you believe in fate?”

The blonde raised an eyebrow “Fate? No, I don’t really believe in that sort of thing. Why do you ask?”

“No reason” Albert muttered turning his eyes back out of the window. His lips tingling ever so slightly making him shiver.

--

When Albert returned home he asked his father over coffee how he and his mother met. Like always Fernand went on to tell that they had an whirlwind courtship that would envy any storybook. Usually Albert would be satisfied with the answer but that night he wasn’t. He couldn’t help but think back to his duel with Maximillian and what Beauchamp had said. There was no denying that his parents marriage benefited them greatly both financially and socially. In fact his Father wouldn’t have risen through the army as fast as he had without the connections of his mother. Was it true that his parents marriage was only that? A way to benefit each other without love even being thought of?

It was another restless night for Albert. In the morning he tiredly staggered put of bed and down for a late breakfast. “Good morning Viscount” greeted one of the servants “I’m afraid your father is indisposed at the moment. He’s in his office meeting with the Count of Monte Cristo”

Albert froze in place “Wait. The Count is here!?”

--

“I see. So you plan to expand your business ventures to include Paris do you?” asked Morcerf

“I can think of no stronger backer to have than you General Morcerf”

The General chuckled at the praise “You do me a great honour Monsieur. I take it you already have a plan of action. Please feel free to call on me should you have any needs at all” He didn't catch the smirk upon the Count's face.

--

Albert was dejected to find out that by the time he had returned from changing his outfit the Count had already departed. Instead he was told that Eugene was waiting for him in the foyer. He sighed knowing he was in for a lecture about what had happened the previous day.

“Oh honestly Albert what were you thinking?” asked Eugene right on que “Crossing swords with a soldier of all things. You’re lucky you weren’t seriously hurt”

“I know Eugene” he said taking a seat across from her “I already feel like a fool about what happened”

She huffed “So you should. You know why he was so upset with you, right?”

“Of course I do. I’m not that naive Eugene. I know Maximillian has feelings for Valentine and he was angry that Franz is marrying her out of obligation”

Eugene seemed surprised at him “Well. I guess you see more than I thought” she hummed thoughtfully “I guess there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it when two people find they have feelings for each other” Albert’s breath caught in his lungs, the memory of the Count and his forbidden moment coming back full force. “Are you alright? You look like you have a fever. Don’t tell me you’ve caught a cold from yesterday”

“I’m fine” he said standing up “Please excuse me Eugene” Albert made a beeline for the door ignoring her questions. He needed to think.

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The shooting range was where Fernand usually spent his free time. Though he was out of the warzone he felt he still needed to keep his shooting skills top notch should the worst happen. He had one build on the grounds of Morcerf Manor and had tried on numerous occasions to teach Albert how to take the perfect shot. Albert was a fine marksman in his own right but he never developed the same level of obsession with firearms as his father. Albert stood to the side while his father shot each target with precision.  

“Father” Albert started “I really think we should give some more serious thought to my marriage to Eugene”  

His father looked over to him “Now what’s brought this on all of a sudden?”  

“Well you see father, I’m not quite sure if I even love her or if I ever will” he responded taking a shot at a flying target. He kept quiet about the true reason why he wanted to put the breaks on his engagement and what had happened between him and the Count in that cave.  

Morcerf laughed “Is that all that’s been bothering you? Here’s some advice. First go through the motions and the emotions will soon follow”  

“But father-”  

“Monsieur Albert” a servant interrupted them carrying a black envelope “A messenger from the Count of Monte Cristo said that I should deliver this to you”  

Albert managed to tamper his excitement lest his father clue in. Inside he found a letter written to him in the Count’s elegant handwriting along with three tickets to the opera that was preforming later that night. He also felt inside the envelope another letter this one folded up into a tight square meant to be read in private. “Invitations to the Opera”  

As luck would have it I managed to secure an open box at the Opera house tonight. Would you care to join me for tonight’s performance and by all means please bring your Fiancée.  

“I can’t imagine there would be any available boxes at the Opera House. It’s been sold out for months” commented Fernand while Albert slipped the other letter into his pocket.  

“I suppose. Could you please have this delivered to Eugene?” he asked the servant  

His father smirked at him “Albert you should be the one to deliver the invitation. It’s actions like that that will win her over for sure!”  

If only he knew winning Eugene over was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Though Albert did take the chance to read the second letter without the threat of his father or worse, Peppo discovering it.  

Albert.  

First I must once again apologise for what happened between us. It was improper of me. Yet I must admit I can’t find it inside me to regret what happened. If you so wish, I would like you to join me in my private box tonight at the Opera so we may speak once more. I hope to see you there.  

Yours, The Count of Monte Cristo.  

--  

Eugene’s father only cared about one thing and that was money. The more he had the better and he didn’t care who he had to trample in order to get more. Beit gold, jewels, currency or loans he was determined to squeeze every last penny that this world had to offer. This meant that he neglected his wife and only child in favour of building his wealth further causing his wife to seek comfort in the arms of any man that flattered her enough. One such man being one of Eugene’s own friends Lucian Debray.  

It was that same morning that Eugene discovered what was going on between them when she went to check on her mother only to see Lucian leave the bedroom buttoning up his collar. “Ah, well good morning Eugene” he greeted as if nothing was amiss and that he hadn’t just left the bedroom of her mother. “You’re looking as lovely as ever”  

Eugene just muttered coldly “You spent the night I see” before stalking off.  

At lunch it was the same as everyday. Eugene sat ignored by her father as he worked and her mother still remained in bed. The Baron Julian Danglars never stopped working. Eugene sighed to herself. She tensed when Lucian entered the dining room and greeted her father.  

Her father greeted him like an old friend “I trust you slept well last night?”  

“Yes sir, thank you for asking” again she was ignored as the men talked business, something the Baron refused to teach her despite her being his only heir to his company. When her father declared that Lucian would be rewarded for his financial advice, Eugene felt sick to her stomach.  

--  

Albert rode his motorcycle through Paris feeling on top of the world. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face no matter what. He was thrilled that the Count had not rejected him like he had feared he would. As luck would have it, Albert spotted the Count’s carriage not too far ahead. When the carriage paused to let the horses have a breather Albert parked up next to it. The Count was more than happy to give Albert a lift in the carriage.  

“I wanted to thank you in person for the invitation to the Opera tonight. I was just on my way to give Eugene her ticket”  

“What luck. It just so happens that I am on my way to visit Baron Danglar regarding some business negotiations” explained the Count  

Albert grinned “What a lucky coincidence. You must allow me to introduce you to them your Excellency” his grin then formed into a shy smile “Also I... I read the other letter. I would be honoured to join you tonight if you still wish”  

“My dear Albert” the Count spoke with a soft smile “I would like nothing more”  

Now blushing Albert spoke once more “I almost forgot. When we get there you must ask to see the stables. The Madam Danglars has a horse named Eclipse that’s the finest in all of Paris”  

“Oh?” The Count said smirking  

--    

The Barron’s mansion eclipsed any other building for miles. The building was built from pure Italian marble and the interior was garishly decorated with enough gold to fill the Parisian treasury for several centuries. Albert had once thought the Barron the richest man in Paris until he met the Count and experienced the magnitude of his wealth for himself. Compared to the Count Barron Danglars was a penniless beggar.  

A servant greeted them and asked them to wait for a moment for the Barron to arrive. That’s when Albert spotted Lucian and Eugene atop the staircase. “Good morning Lucian. What are you doing here so early?”  

“Oh nothing much. Just had my hands full with this and that” he said wistfully as he walked down the stairs. Albert also greeted Eugene wanting to be polite. Eugene just turned her head away. “You see Albert, a man always has to play his cards right” he smirked before giving a rather loud greeting to the Count. Albert frowned at his words.  

--  

In the office of Barron Danglars the man was hard at work still expanding his ever growing fortune. He had commissioned a state of the art A.I named Michelle to do most of the trading for him. However that didn’t mean Julian just say back and watched. He made sure he oversaw every trade and stock image with his own eyes to ensure nothing went wrong.  

He picked his lips excitedly “It seems the stock price of Olympus trading has fallen. We’ll pretend to prop it up and then let it fall even father”  

Michelle’s automated voice responded “Further buying is inadvisable. It is below the instalment zeron”  

Julian shoved a large cube of expensive Japanese black mochi into his mouth. “Wait till it hits bottom and then buy them out”  

“Understood Sir”  

“Yes. A few hundred investors are going to hang themselves over this” and he wasn’t wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time his ruthless and bloodthirsty trading and buying methods lead to the deaths of several traders and bankers who ended up with nothing after he had sucked them dry. Some drank themselves to death, others took their own lives by hanging or jumping. One poor soul had lost everything in the stock market thanks to Barron Danglars and in response had shot himself at the gates of his mansion so Danglars would never forget the life he destroyed. Danglars simply had the blood washed away and finished off by buying the building the man had lived in and had it demolished leaving the hundred other residents homeless.  

He was nothing if not thorough. The epitome of greed.  

“Sir. The Count of Monte Cristo is here and is awaiting you in the parlour” his butler announced through the intercom  

“He is, is he?” Michelle are the results of the credit assessment of this Count come in yet?”  

“Out of three agencies, two rate him as AA+ and the third rates him as AAA. His Lineage title is valid”  

The Barron hummed “I bet it is. He probably paid a lot of money for it” after changing into a more outlandish coat he went to meet the Count for himself. “I’m terribly sorry to keep you waiting Sir. Oh, I didn’t know you were here too Albert”  

“Good morning Barron. May I present to you his Excellency, the Count of Monte Cristo. I was hoping to put in a good word for him” Said Albert getting from his seat “His Excellency has informed me he has not yet found a suitable bank here in Paris. So I felt it was best for all concerned if I introduce him to you Barron”  

“That was most kind of you Albert. I’m always happy to meet potential new customers for our firm”  

The Count bowed slightly “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance”  

The Barron’s eyes twitched behind his glasses, a feeling of recognition overcame him. The Count’s voice was familiar somehow but he couldn’t quite place it. Deciding to put that away for a moment Barron Danglars gladly welcomed the Count into his office to do business while Albert left to speak with Eugene about that night’s opera.  

“I’ve received a letter of introduction and contracts from the Firm Thompson and French” began the Barron “To tell you the truth Sir I’m more than a little amazed that they would act as guarantor for an individual”  

“They are the largest banking firm in Eastern Space”  

He chuckled “Indeed they are. However there is one item in this contract that causes me to pause. According to this contract no upper limit has been set to your line of credit. In short this could be interpreted that my bank would have to provide unlimited credit for an indefinite amount of time. With any amount you asked for no matter how great the sum”  

The Count gave him an unamused look “So despite having Thompson and French validate my credentials and have agreed to act as my guarantor you have decided that I am not worthy of your trust”  

--  

Upstairs Eugene played on her piano a beautiful yet solemn melody. Playing piano was her true passion in life and it gave her creative freedom to express her emotions without her parents stifling. When she finished Albert surprised her at the doorway with applause.  

“Albert?”  

“I have a ticket for you to attend the Opera tonight. Want to go?”  

--  

Back in the office Bertuccio placed a briefcase of the table and out of it placed five checks. Each for a hundred million francs. The Barron could scarcely believe his eyes. It would take him a month reap even a fraction of that in the stock market. Now he was completely convinced of the Count’s enormous wealth.  

“I had planned to open an account today and place a deposit in your bank today and let the interest of the deposit build over time. However you have made it quite clear that you have no interest in my business” he then began to gather the checks “Therefore I have no choice but to do business with another bank”  

“No wait! You misunderstand!” The Barron gasped “Please don’t go!”  

--  

“Well Lucian sure seems like quite the go getter. Visiting your father to talk business so early”  

Eugene shot up from the piano bench “You really are a child aren't you” she said shaking her head and walking to the window overlooking the courtyard. “I can't believe you would admire a guy like him”  

“What are you talking about Eugene? He's our friend” Albert responded curiously  

She huffed “To be perfectly honest with you Albert, I’ve never seen him as a friend”  

“But we’ve all been together since we were little kids”  

Eugene shocked him by slamming her fist on the window pane “Yes well that old friend of ours has been sleeping with my mother” she snapped bitterly. Albert’s eyes widened in disbelief.  

--  

“We are agreed then” Barron Danglars announced gleefully holding the checks in his greed hands. “I will deposit these checks into your account immediately”  

The Count whilst looking out the office window spoke “And I will send a servant later today to pick up my first loan” Out in the courtyard he could the stable hands tending to Madam Danglars prized horse. A marvellous creature white as snow that had been well taken care of. “Indecently it has come to my attention that you quite possibly own the finest horse in all of Paris. Is that true?”  

“Oh? Do you have an interest in horses your excellency?”  

“Indeed. English thoroughbreds in particular. The thought had occurred to me that I might purchases it from you” the Barron let out a forced chuckle “Name your price Barron”  

The Barron was incredulous at the suggestion “Surely you must be joking your Excellency. Tha horse belongs to my wife. I have no intention of selling it to anyone”  

Smirking, the Count said “In my experience for the right price everything is for sale, I should think you would know that better than anyone my good Barron”  

It wasn’t long after that Bertuccio was leaving the Danglars mansion atop of Eclipse, the newest purchase of the Count of Monte Cristo.  

Hearing what had happened a maid raced upstairs to inform Eugene of what had just happened. “It’s terrible! I just heard that the Barron Danglars just sold the Madam’s prized horse!”  

“He sold Eclipse?!” gasped Eugene “Oh they're goanna fight again”  

Albert looked worried “It must have been bought by the Count...”  

--  

Downstairs Victoria Danglars burst into her husband’s office in a rage. She didn’t give him time to say anything. Shaking with rage she spat angrily “What have you done with my horse? What have you done with my Eclipse!?”  

“I was going to discuss all that with you later. Your Excellency if you would kindly excuse us for a moment” He said all but pushing his wife out the door  

“Did you actually sell my horse!?” she yelled again outside the office  

Her husband shushed her “Please keep your voice down. Don’t let this shock you but that horse was worth 5.8 million at the most” he let out a childish giggle “And the Count bought it from me for 20 million!”  

“Eclipse was my horse you fool! This isn't about the money you idiot. I told Madame Villefort she could use him tomorrow!” she was close to slapping him silly for what he had done “I refuse to use any other horse. Now go back inside and cancel the deal at once!”  

The Count made his appearance “My dear Baroness. It would be a shame to make my entry into Parisian society by upsetting a beautiful woman as yourself” she blushed from his words “I had thought that if I had offered you 60 million francs you would find the amount satisfactory but it seems we both have a thing so precious that we can’t possibly put a price upon them. Pardon me for my ineptitude, Madame, I most humbly apologise” He bowed causing her to blush more totally enamoured by the Count.  

Then she remembered the price he said “I’m sorry Count but did you say 60 million?”  

“Yes indeed. I offered 60 million in gold for your marvellous stallion”  

“Oh... I see...” She growled realising her husband had tried to con her out of the real amount of her precious Eclipse “Please pardon my silly questions your Excellency” the fan in her tight grip snapped mirroring what she wanted to do to her husband in that moment.  

“I will take my leave Barron and Baroness. I will do the upmost to rectify this as the good Lady wishes” The Count left them to which Victoria ruthlessly laid into her husband about not only selling her horse from under her but also having the nerve to try and pocket a major percentage of the sale.  

Eugene sighed from the window across the garden where they had watched the argument. “Come on. Let's get out of here. They'll be at it for hours”  

Albert acquiesced by taking her on a ride on his motorcycle through the countryside. “They’re the worst... the worst family...” she muttered holding onto Albert as he drove “And the very worst father” she blinked back tears “If the price was right, he’d sell me off without a second thought”  

Eventually the two wound up in their old picnic spot. They sat atop a hill staring into the distance. “Don’t you see Albert? If we stay here, we’ll never get out from under our parent’s thumbs” she closed her eyes her face worn and tired “You see Albert, I want to live a freer life. I love the piano and want to play it all over the world... I want to live somewhere far away where my parents can't reach me...” suddenly she stood “Albert, do you know why I'm not interested in you as more than a friend?” Albert didn’t answer “It’s because... my heart belongs to another”  

“Really? Eugene, I had no idea” he said surprised. There was no disappointment as Albert held no romantic feelings for her.  

“Well, my parents do” she snapped angrily “They caught me with them in my room and sent them away. I haven't seen them in months” she wiped tears from her eyes “For all I know my father had them killed, I would give anything to see them one more time” Eugene stared wistfully into the distance “Albert... I’m a lesbian and I love Louise d’Armilly”  

Albert was familiar with the name and with what he knew it came with no surprise. “Your old Piano instructor” he voiced and she nodded “Now I know why you were so upset back then when she left” he too rose to his feet “Eugene, thank you for trusting me with this. I swear I won’t tell another soul. You have my word”  

After a moment she turned to him and smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time “Thank you Albert”  

“Well, if we’re being honest I... kind f have a secret of my own” he swallowed nervously “Don’t tell anyone this, especially Franz but I... may have... kissed the Count”  

“YOU DID WHAT!?”  

--  

Surprisingly after her initial shock Eugene took the news well. If by well she threatened to smack some sense into him and run the Count over with her car for good measure. Eventually she did calm down and promised not to tell anyone. However, she did warm him to proceed with caution if he was to continue this dalliance with the Count. “Be safe Albert. Don’t make the same mistakes I made”  

The two parted ways at her mansion promising to see each other later at the Opera. Though their romantic relationship would never come to pass, Albert was certain he had at least made a friend in Eugene. Back home he rushed to his room to get ready. Inside he found Peppo staring at a large box on his bed with curiosity.  

“Well, well, well. The Count of Monte Christo has sent you a gift. A Courting gift perhaps?” they giggled. Albert just shoved them out the door and locked it behind them. Now his attention was now on the box left on his bed. It was large in size, white and tied with a black ribbon. Tucked into the ribbon was another envelope. Albert quickly opened up the envelope.  

To my dear Albert  

I hope my gift is satisfactory and to your liking, I do hope you chose to wear it for tonight’s performance. You deserve to be decked in the finest clothing money can buy. I had this suit specially made for you. Consider it the first of many gifts to follow. My servant will pick you up at six o’clock on the dot.   

Until we meet again.  

Yours, the Count of Monte Christo  

Now brimming with anticipation, Albert eagerly tore open the box. He gasped in astonishment at the suit inside the box. Never had Albert seen such a captivating outfit in all his life, and the Count had bought it just for him. He glanced at the clock seeing he only had fifteen minutes before his ride was to show up. So, Albert quickly removed his clothing and put on the gifted suit. He’s never felt so handsome  

At exactly six a servant knocked on the door “Sir? A carriage has arrived for you” she announced through the door.  

“I’ll be out in a minuet!” Luckly Albert owned a hooded cloak that hit the suit. He wanted the first person who saw him wear it to be the Count. He raced downstairs and outside were the Count’s horse drawn carriage was waiting with the door open for him. Sitting inside the carriage he saw the Count and Heidi. Albert was suddenly bashful as he stepped into the carriage.  

“It is good to see you again Albert. Miss Heidi has not yet seen an Opera in Paris so I hope you don’t mind that she accompanies us”  

Albert shook his head “Not at all. The more the merrier. It’s great to see you again Miss Heidi”  

She smiled shyly “And you Viscount”  

“By your cloak I assume you are wearing the gift I sent you” the Count nodded pleased with himself “I hope you like it”  

“I do!” Albert promised “I’ve never word anything so magnificent before in my life”  

Again, the Count smiled “Then if I may ask you to keep on the cloak until we arrive at the Opera. I would like nothing more than for all of Paris to see what I see”  

Albert went beat red. Heidi watched the interaction unfold with a curious stare and a worried heart. In all the time she knew the Count he'd never acted like this. She had seen over the resent weeks how he had softened ever so slightly and it was all thanks to the young man across from them. Heidi wondered if this young man would become the Count’s salvation... or downfall.  

--  

At the Opera Franz sat next to an empty chair wondering where the hell Albert was. The performance was about to start and he was a no show. When Albert had called him earlier that day to say he had gotten tickets Franz was all for it. Now it appeared Albert wasn’t coming. A row ahead was Eugene chatting with her friends. She looked back to him and too seemed confused as to where Albert was.  

“Oh Eugene!” one of her friends took a seat beaming brightly “You didn’t tell me your Fiancé was such a fashion icon!”  

“What?” she asked confused  

“I mean Albert, silly. The whole opera house is abuzz with what he’s wearing. I've never seen anything so gorgeous in my life!  

Franz listened in stunned. They couldn’t possibly be talking about Albert. If Albert’s earlier Pirate like outfit was anything to go by then they must have the wrong person. Suddenly everyone’s gaze turned up towards the prince’s box. The box that the Opera had permanently closed off to the public in respect after Prince was tragically killed in an accident twenty years ago.  

“Unnerving, isn’t it? It's like the Prince himself has come back from the dead” one audience member whispered as the red curtains were drawn back on the infamous box. All eyes were now glued to the box waiting to see who had reserved it. A gasp resounded the hall as the Count and Heidi came into view but what really took their breath away was Albert.  

He wore a shimmering sliver suit and sapphire blue waist coat. Everything from his tie to his shoes glittered like they were made of diamonds. He was also decked out in jewellery and glowing pearls. He was an absolute vision and Franz couldn’t look away if he tried.  

--  

Meanwhile back at the Danglars mansion Victoria was overjoyed to find that Eclipse was returned along with a golden saddle and head gear. She even received a stunning gorgeous necklace as an apology for the miscommunication.  

In his office Julian had Michelle go over every bank deposit the Count was making. Foreign currency was constantly being deposited faster than Michelle could code. Julian snarled at the numbers. For decades he had held the title of Paris’s richest man and with a simple signing of a contract the Count blew that record clean out of the water. With these figures he wasn’t just the richest man in Paris. He was most likely the richest man in this part of the galaxy and Julian wouldn’t stand for it. “I want to know who the hell he is and how is he making all of this damnable money”  

--  

Unbeknownst to anyone General Morcerf had decided last minute to see the Opera as well and also see for himself where the Count had managed to buy seats. He was astounded to see he had managed to reserve the late Prince’s box but seeing Albert sitting next to the Count dressed as he was just made him even more shocked.  

“I told you Albert" The Count murmured “All of Paris now sees what I see”  

Once again Albert blushed but his attention was quickly taken by Heidi who looked like she had just seen a ghost. She was up on her feet, white as a ghost, trembling and pointing at someone down below, He glanced and found her to be pointing at his father none the less “Father?”  

“Oh my! That’s hi! That’s - that’s the man!” she stuttered so panicked she was unable to breath “The man who...” her panic and stress got the better of her and she lost consciousness, falling forwards. The audience below gasped and screamed thinking she was about to fall. Luckly the Count managed to grab her in time with an arm around her waist.  

“Heidi!” Albert gasped “Is she alright?” His gaze turned back to his father who Heidi had pointed at accusingly. His eyes narrowed at his father; a seed of doubt being planted in his head.  

Father. Why is she so afraid of you? Why did she point at you like a witness would a criminal? Father... what are you hiding?  

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Maximillian had been sent a ticket in the mail by an unknown sender. At first, he wasn’t interested in seeing an Opera but he realised that there was a strong possibility that Valentine would be there. So, he borrowed a suit from a friend who was the same size as him and hitched a taxi to the opera house. Much to his delight he found Valentine there in the foyer waiting for the performance to begin. The two had chatted for a while, both awkward and shy around the other until it was time to take their seats. Maximillian was once again delighted to find his seat was next to Valentine meaning they would be able to spend even more time together.

When Albert made his appearance up in the late Prince’s box he was left stunned along with the rest of the audience. When Heidi had fainted and almost fell his heart dropped to his stomach. He praised the quick reflexes of the Count for saving the young woman.

The performance opened up to the powerful singing of the male baritone. The audience applauded but Franz’s attention was on the prince’s box which was now empty. After Heidi had fainted, they had left with the unconscious woman in the arms of the Count, Albert following behind. Franz couldn’t take it anymore. He had to find Albert and figure out what was going on with his friend. He got from his seat and slipped out.

Valentine saw this and sighed a touch sadly. Even though she and Franz were engaged to be married he hardly paid her any attention. They may not love each other but it stung to be ignored by the man she was due to marry. Sensing her discomfort, Maximillian glared at Franz’s back as the blonde slipped out. Once again sweet Valentine was forgotten and he hated it.

--

“Do you think she’ll be alright?” Albert asked worriedly as the group walked down the hallway

The Count hummed in concern. “She’s never acted like this before. Perhaps taking her to such a public space was a bad idea”

“Albert!” Franz shouted rounding the corner “There you are”

“Ah, Monsieur d’Epinay. It is good to see you again” greeted the Count.

Franz’s gaze fell on Albert’s outfit and felt his ire rise “What the hell are you dressed as? You look like a bloody peacock”

Albert’s eyes narrowed “If you must now Franz it was a gift from the Count and I happen to adore it” he turned his back on Franz, something he’d never done before “If you would excuse us, Miss Heidi needs to go home and rest” He began to walk away but Franz wasn’t having it. The blonde grabbed the other’s sleeve and yanked him back, only he pulled too hard and ended up ripping the expensive fabric at the seams.

Franz realised he had royally screwed up and instantly let go of Albert like the touch had burned him “I - I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to -”

His friend looked angry “Count, please take care of Miss Heidi. I need to speak to Franz”

--

“What the hell is your problem Franz?” demanded Albert Once the Count and his servants had left “Ever since Luna it's like you’ve become a completely different person”

“Well, I could say the same about you Albert” Franz snapped back “I had hoped that tonight could be like old times yet you blew me off for the Count”

Albert shook his head “Not this again” he groaned “Is this what all this is about? Who I choose to spend my time with? Funny you had no problem when I spent the afternoon with Eugene”

“That’s different” stated the blonde “She’s your fiancée and childhood friend. At least you actually know her, unlike the Count who I'm still convinced is a conman” he pushed his hair back in frustration “And don’t even get me started on what you wore tonight. You were dolled up like a Luna courtesan in front of all of Paris. I can only imagine what General Morcerf would think”

“Don’t bring my father into this Franz” warned Albert his temper getting the better of him “You know, I’ve had just about enough of-”

“Barron Franz d’Epinay!” Maximillian called walking up the stairs “I’d like a word. Monsieur, why are you not out there with your Fiancée?”

Franz barely regarded him “How is that any business of yours?”

The soldier’s shoulders tensed “Don’t you love her Barron?”

He shrugged in response “I like her. I like her as just another girl” from behind Maximillian, Albert face palmed. He tried to get between them so a fight wouldn’t break out but Maximillian was incensed.

“You should love her! She’s your Fiancée, you should love her with all your heart!” eventually Albert managed to push the Soldier out of the room avoiding the fight that would have inevitably happened. 

He sighed “You didn’t have to say it like that”

“I just said what was on my mind” Franz replied uncaring 

Albert just shook his head “I guess I’m no different. I’ve never been in love. At least not like Maximillian is” But you are! His traitorous heart defied. You just don’t want to admit it.

His friend began to leave “I’ll leave it to you to get this straitened out”

“What?! Why me!?”

--

Of course with Albert being who he was, he couldn’t help but get involved. That night he devised a plan on how to get Maximillian and Valentine together so they could speak about their feelings. The next day he asked Maximillian to meet him at the Sursis Café located across from the grand Villefort estate. He had planned to wait until the Crown Prosecutor Villefort had left for work and then for him and Maximillian to go in. At least that was the plan before the soldier began to break from nerves.

“I can’t do this” he muttered after downing his coffee

“What are you talking about? Just do it like we planned and we’ll have no problems” Albert promised “Start with a compliment and work from there”

Maximillian looked up from his empty cup “Compliment? On what?”

“Anything you can think of. You know like her dress or her make up” said the Viscount sighing. At this rate he didn’t have a hope in hell for this to work. At that moment the gates to the estate opened for Villefort’s car to leave. Both men skilfully his themselves behind menus. “He’s kind of scary. Even petty criminals get death when put before him”

The soldier gulped nervously after hearing that. Albert took out his binoculars and spied into the courtyard. On the steps was a blonde woman in a pristine blue and purple dress. “That’s Valentine’s stepmother” she turned to scold a young boy refusing to come outside “That’s Edward. Valentine’s younger brother. They’re half siblings” Albert explained his eyes catching sight of a glittering golden carriage and a familiar horse at the front. Eugene’s mother must have come for a visit. The three were going to be leaving soon so Albert decided that would be the perfect time to see Valentine.

What Victoria Danglars didn’t know was that the Count did not just return her horse and gifted her the necklace she wore just for her husband’s blunder. He had added an insurance policy. A camera and microchip placed inside the stallion that he alone controlled. A means to spy on the Danglars and also to know where they would be at all times.
The Count sat in his own carriage and smirked. Today was a good day to introduce himself to the Villefort family.

--

Inside the estate Valentine carefully tended to the many vases of flowers that decorated her grandfather’s room being precise as not to overwater them. Many years ago her grandfather lost the ability to walk and talk, confining the old man to an automated wheelchair and feeding tubes. Valentine had become his sole carer as she got older. Despite being unable to do anything he hadn’t lost his mind. He noticed his granddaughter had grown sadder as of late. Despite her reassurance that she was fine he still worried for her.

A servant entered the room to announce that Albert was there to see her. She said goodbye to her grandfather and went to see what Albert wanted. Imagine her surprise when she walked into the parlour and saw Maximillian sitting next to Albert.

He stood, took a breath and begun to speak with Albert silently cheering him on. Of course, that’s when Maximillian become tongue tied and unable to speak. Albert helpfully shoved him with his elbow but that also didn’t help his nerves.

Valentine turned away “Please excuse me. I need to see to my grandfather”

“Wait!” Maximillian finally spoke, albeit louder than he anticipated “I – That is I – I’ve fallen in love with you!”

Valentine gasped while Albert face palmed. Apparently subtle was not in Maximillian’s vocabulary “Oh my god” he whispered cringing in sympathy

“I love you!” continued the soldier as Albert tried to push him out of the room as to not freak out Valentine more. Judging by her reaction this wasn’t going to go well at all. Finally he managed to do so and went to apologise to Valentine on his behalf.

“I’m sorry that we startled you. This wasn’t what we had in mind. But he did mean what he said he’s just... Not the best with expressing his intentions”

Valentine turned her back to him “I’m really not interested in what he has to say. I’m already...” She trailed of but Albert knew she was speaking about her engagement. Albert sighed to himself understanding her pain.

“I know. Franz told me how he feels and I think you feel the same way. I know what it’s like to be in an arranged marriage to someone you don’t love but at least you have the chance to do what you want. Maximillian may not have a title but he’s a capable soldier and an upstanding young man” he smiled hopefully “And the most important thing of all is that he’s in love with you. I’m sure he’ll make a fine husband –”

“I want you to leave. Now” she demanded trembling “No one... No one ever considers what I want” she said near tears “Just go away”

--

Gerard de Villefort was a force to be reckoned with. He had risen through the ranks and held the esteemed position of Crown Prosecutor. This gave him power of the Parisian Courts and the respect and fear of every man in Paris. He was judge, jury and more often than not, executioner. He was infamous for sending even petty thieves to their deaths. Hardly anyone who had him preside over their case made it out alive. Even if you were found guilty of something as minor as shoplifting, even if you were doing so to feed your family, he held no qualms in having you put to death. His methods, though cruel and heartless, were still legal and he held more than enough sway in the political and legal world to remain in power.

What did didn’t know was that far below his courtroom in the cells beneath Paris crown court, a prisoner another judge had condemned to life in prison was being released thanks to an overturned judgment a lack of real evidence. He would play a key part in Villefort’s downfall. He just didn’t know it yet.

--

Whilst riding through the Paris streets Victoria and Elouise got to talking while Edward happily gorged himself on chocolate. “So Elouise, are you getting along with Valentine? I heard you’ve taken to beating her severely”

“I what!? Who on earth said that?!” the blonde demanded

“It’s just a rumour”

Elouise huffed “I like to think I’m as attentive as I can be for that girl. Just because she’s the daughter of his old wife doesn’t mean that I...”

Victoria looked out the window and saw that they were going exceptionally fast for a simple carriage ride.

“Driver, slow down”

“Its not me Madam!” cried the driver “The horses! They’re refusing to obey me!” he was right. The horses were going as fast as they could loosing all control. People darted out of the way as the horses and carriage trampled tables and chairs and nearly a few people. The driver still couldn’t gain control and the horses seemed determined to slam into the oncoming building. Everyone braced for impact but it never came. One of the Count’s servants Agni used his arm as a whip to stop the horses before anyone was hurt.

“You are not harmed I trust?” asked the Count as the occupants exited the carriage.

Victoria was ecstatic “Oh it’s the Count of Monte Cristo! So we have you to thank for our rescue Sir”

“It was fortunate indeed that I had on hand one who is experienced at handling horses”

She smiled brightly “Elouise, this is the Count of Monte Cristo. You know dear, he and my husband are practically family” she bragged smugly

“Oh yes. I had heard you purchased the Prince’s box at the Opera” Elouise spoke blushing softly

Victoria cut in “And don’t forget he had the Viscount de Morcerf as his guest. Only been in Paris for a short time and he’s already befriended half the noble society”

“Not quite half but I will admit the Viscount and I are good friends. He was the one to introduced me to your husband” said the Count

“Then you simply must send my thanks and thank you once again for returning Eclipse” Victoria gushed

The Count smiled “Then if I may. Your horses appear to still be agitated. Please allow me to escort you all home if you so wish”

Elouise blushed again under his dark gaze. The Count inwardly smirked to himself. Women like them were too easy to manipulate. A few fancy words and pretty stones and they were putty in his hand.

--

Outside the Villefort estate Albert and Maximillian sat defeated on the stone bench. Valentine had expelled them from her home and then locked herself inside. The soldier sat with his shoulders slumped and hope deflated.

“Her Madam as returned!” the gatekeeper announced as the Count’s carriage came inside the courtyard. Albert immediately flushed and dragged Maximillian to hide in the bushes. He hadn’t seen the Count since the Opera and was woefully unprepared to see him so soon. 

He watched as Madam Villefort invited him in and heard as she shouted for Valentine to greet her guest, demanding loudly without a care that Valentine asked to be left alone. He and his friend peered through one of the windows.

“She’s obviously miserable” commented Maximillian with a shake of his head. Albert couldn’t help but agree. Valentine was no doubt trapped by society and her family and yearned for freedom. Just like him if he was being honest.

--

“Oh that girl” complained Elouise after she and the Count sat down while her son played nearby “I swear she goes out of her way to cause trouble for me. Perhaps she gets it from her late mother. She’s always surly and stays cooped up in her indoors. I’ve tried everything I can think of to raise her into a more sociable person but...”

“She’s gonna die young. Isn’t that what you said Mama?” Edward commented innocently enough

“Edward!” she scolded “You and your nonsense”

The Count could tell it wasn’t nonsense. There was certainly no love lost between stepdaughter and stepmother. From his perspective Elouise didn’t even like Valentine and didn’t keep it secret. A growing child would no doubt pick up on these signals so it was no wonder Valentine preferred solitude over spending time with Elouise. He was also well aware that because Valentine is the eldest grandchild she would be heir to her family fortune despite her being female.

Elouise didn’t shy away from telling him just that of how unfair it was that Valentine would inherit everything while her son Edward would get nothing. And there was the crux of it. Elouise stood to gain a lot more should something happen to Valentine. The Count now knew exactly what buttons to push. Feeling flattered and vindicated that someone else understood her, Elouise invited him to see her greenhouse.

Outside sat Albert and Maximillian still hidden in the bushes. Albert heard movement and peeked through the leaves. He saw Elouise lead the Count to the expansive greenhouses. The Count stepped inside and found that most of the plants the Madam Villefort had tended to were in fact poisonous. So poisonous in fact that he was a little surprised that a woman of her lineage would have such an interest. The botany table and the litany of test tubes and beakers containing quite a number of poisonous conditions told him that he did not need to do anything at all. Madam de Villefort was well on her way to acting on her own will.

“I see you have an interest in toxicology”

She shook her head in denial “Don’t be absurd. What a horrid subject to study” the Count hummed and turned his attention back to the table. Upon closer inspection he saw that she was indeed well on her way to attempting her first poisoning. One of her rings had been left disassembled next to a vial of potent belladonna judging by the scent.

Elouise brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face and began to speak “You know, your the first person other than my husband to be allowed in here. Even my son is forbidden” she blushed again when he turned to face her. “So... Since my husband is at work...”

“No” the Count rejected her, coldly and bluntly. She let out a confused noise “Forgive me Madam but when it comes to romance, my intentions lie with another”

Outside the greenhouse but still hidden Albert turned beat red while his heart all but leapt for joy. He could barely contain himself much to Maximillian’s confusion. Not only had the Count turned down someone as beautiful and Madam Villefort but he had done so for him. Albert dared to look back inside only to lock eyes with the Count. Now caught Albert grabbed Maximillian by the collar and dragged him away still red as a tomato.

--

Night fell upon Paris like a thick blanket. Clouds covered the stars leaving the night darker than usual.

In their old hiding spot that they had made their own as children, Franz stared dejectedly at a photo taken from their picnic. He continued to stare mostly at Albert who smiled brightly at the camera “It’s nothing but trouble” he muttered downing a glass of wine. 

At the Villefort estate, Valentine sat staring out the window of the grandfather’s room. “Oh grandfather. I want to go far away. To a far away place where no one knows who I am”

In the greenhouse Elouise smirked to herself as her later creation was perfected. Her ring was back in one piece along with a special and deadly addition. She pressed down on the purple gem and out popped a small spike laced with poison.

Inside the Morcerf Manor under the cover of darkness and in his locked bedroom, Albert pleasured himself for the first time thinking of the Count. He had stopped himself before, considering it a massive violation of the Count’s trust in him. But after today, after that dark heated look the Count gave him and knowing he was who the Count preferred, Albert gave into temptation. He wasn’t exactly a novice when it came to self love but thinking of what the Count would do to him given the chance, those cold hands and lips on his skin, it was enough to drive him mad.

It was the Count’s name, bitten back by gritted teeth, as he reached his orgasm.

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Albert sat under the shower head of his bathroom letting the water soak him through. It was his way of decompressing and to have a moment to himself to think. A faint flush on his cheeks from the hot water and from the memory of last night. Now that the pleasure had abated all he could feel was embarrassment. If the Count knew what he had done... Albert closed his eyes. How on earth was he supposed to look the Count in the eye now? “This is bad”

“Good morning!” a cheery Peppo greeted opening the door without knocking. Albert quickly hid his decency by using the shower curtain.

“Peppo! What have I told you about barging in here?”

“Sorry but I kept calling and calling but you didn’t answer me” the shrugged “Anyway you have a visitor from the Chains Chalices”

Albert blinked “You mean the Count is here?” hearing that Albert quickly dried off and got dressed in a simple shirt and dress pants. To his disappointment it wasn’t the Count but in fact Bertuccio with an envelope for him.

“I come with a message from the Count. He does not wish to see you today”

“Oh” Albert sighed with a frown “Did he say why?”

“Yes. I’m afraid the Count isn’t feeling well due to his illness” explained Bertuccio “I have here an invitation to a dinner party for the unveiling of the Count’s new Villa for you and your father”

Albert brightened considerably “We’d be delighted to. Where’s the Villa”

“Its within the Forest of Aùtovillé”

That made Albert give a puzzled look “He has a Villa in that gloomy place”

Bertuccio responded very seriously. “Yes. His Excellency insisted on buying this property in particular”

--

The dinner party was set for three days later. On that night Albert wore the silver suit the Count had gifted him. One of the servants back home had fixed the tear for him making it like new. His father was not amused by the choice in outfit though he didn’t say anything. In fact the General hadn’t spoken to Albert since the Opera, choosing instead to give Albert the silent treatment for reasons unknown to Albert.

Albert guessed it was because of the Opera but if anything Albert’s choice in attire only made his father more popular among the voters, especially those in the more fashion forward parts of the city. Sometimes Albert just didn’t understand his father.

The ride to the Count’s new residence was a silent one. Outside the car cut through the misty night towards the building. The Villa itself was an impressive building. Three stories tall and built in the style of Victorian Gothics. Albert had to admit it suited the Count perfectly.

Fernand hummed thoughtfully “If I’m not mistaken, that house once belonged to Villefort. It’s almost fallen to ruin” he closed his eyes and crossed his arms “Its a shame about his first wife. She was still so young and beautiful when she passed away”

--

If the outside was on the creepy side then the interior was even more so. Albert was half convinced a ghost was going to jump out at them at any moment. After what felt like forever walking down the darkened hallway the pair came to the doors of the ballroom. The rest of the guests had already arrived and so with them being the last to arrive the Count made his entrance. 

“Thank you all for coming” he greeted. Albert smiled brushing down his suit gaining an raised eyebrow from his father. “Ah, my good General” the two men shook hands.

“Thank you for inviting us your Excellency” responded Fernand. The Count’s gaze fell upon Albert and he nodded in silent approval. Suddenly feeling bashful Albert looked away seeing Franz standing next to Eugene. Eugene gave him a knowing look while Franz stared back unimpressed.

“Oh, good evening Count” Lady Elouise greeted on the arm of her husband. The Count went to greet them. Albert saw Valentine and waved a greeting only for her to turn her head away.

The Count bowed “I presume you are the Crown Prosecutor”

Villefort’s expression remained stony as always “I understand you did a great service for my wife and son the other day” Elouise looked away a bit nervous. If the Count were to ever speak of her proposition she would be in a world of trouble. However the Count simply replied “I am honoured that you took the time to join me”

“You must admit this house is a bit dreary for inviting guests don’t you think?”

“Not at all. In fact I’ve grown quite accustomed to the peace and quiet of the surrounding area”

Villefort’s eyes narrowed slightly. When he’d heard of his old house being bought by some rich upstart he had nearly flipped a lid. However there was nothing he could do but bare it as he had sold the house years ago and had no legal ownership.

With all the guests greeted it was time for the dinner party to officially begin. The Count’s right hand man Bertuccio poured wine for the guests, an expensive brand from Italy with a fine vintage.

“I understand you have your eyes on the Parisian Presidency”

Fernand nodded “I take it you’ve heard of my campaign?”

“I have indeed and I would also like to assist you in your noble pursuit to the best of my noble abilities”

The General appeared to be thinking it over “Albert. Please leave us for a moment. We adults need to have a private discussion”

 And so Albert was sent away like a child. He sat by himself with an iced tea head against his fist as the Count spoke with his father, Villefort and Danglars. “Well, well. My friend wasn’t kidding” Eugene’s amused voice brought him out of his thoughts “That suit really is incredible. I can see why everyone was talking about it”

“Oh, hey Eugene” Albert greeted

She took a seat next to him “Seriously though, it’s great to see you” Eugene glanced at the men talking business before whispering in Albert’s ear “Come on. I need details” she grinned
While the rest of the guests were occupied, Elouise took the chance to test out her poisonous ring. Valentine never drank when out at social functions so Elouise used a pot of tea to test her poison. A single drop. Nowhere near enough to kill but hopefully enough to cause discomfort. With feigned kindness she gave Valentine the tainted drink while taking a convincing apology about dragging her to the party.

Valentine, being none the wiser, took the offered cup with a small smile. The effects were almost instantaneous. She began coughing and hacking while Elouise pretended to worry. Back at Albert’s table, he blushed under Eugene’s questioning.

“I knew it. Something did happen between the two of you. Come on Albert, spill” she was a bit louder than intended. The men across from them didn’t hear but Franz did. From his spot above on the overlooking balcony, Franz felt his heart stop. Albert was... Seeing someone?

Albert smiled shyly “Well I think it’s going well. At least I hope it is” he admitted quietly “I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like every time I’m near them I forget how to breath” Franz couldn’t bare to hear anymore. He spun on his heel and all but fled to the nearest bathroom to compose himself.

“Aww” she smiled “Oh that reminds me. Apparently you tried to play matchmaker for Valentine and Maximillian. How did that work out?”

“Not good at all” he replied with an awkward smile

Valentine was still coughing harshly when a familiar face appeared. It was Maximillian dressed in the same suit he wore to the Opera. “Pardon me but are you alright?”

She stood quickly from her seat not giving him or her stepmother a second look “Please excuse me. I’m going out for some air” Maximillian sighed disappointed when she walked out.
“And who might you be?” a stern voice asked. Maximillian gulped when he came face to face with Judge Villefort, Valentine’s father.

“This is Captain Maximillian Morel. A most capable soldier” Introduced the Count. Maximillian realised the Count was boasting his talents to Valentine’s father. Without delay Maximillian began speaking to Villefort, introducing himself formerly by his military rank and where his family originated from and what business they ran.

“And?” Villefort cut him off dismissively “What do you want?”

Maximillian stumbled his words for a moment “Well Sir...I would like to see your daughter–” once again he was cut off, this time Villefort’s voice was cold.

“You hold a noble position that protects the state and for that you have my respect. However you are but a commoner and my daughter is already engaged to be married. I Sunday that you bare those facts in mind” his eyes narrowed on Maximillian in warning.

From their table both Albert and Eugenie winced behind hand covered mouths.

--

Not long after dinner officially commenced. Once again the Count did not eat but he spared no expense for his guests. Albert sat next to his father while Bertuccio served the first course. He was surprised and happy to find the first course was the same soup he had made weeks ago when the Count took dinner with them. It was a more elegant version than the one he had made having followed his mother’s personal recipe but Albert was still delighted. He glanced over to the Count’s table where the Count raised his glass to him subtly.

Outside Maximillian found Valentine sitting under a stone gazebo like structure. He wanted to make things right with her.

Back inside dinner was still being served. Fernand had excused himself from eating after the soup was served stating he had too much to drink. Albert knew it was a lie but said nothing. He knew his father disliked anything that reminded him of his late wife. It was a point of contention between father and son, one that saw no end in sight. While eating the flash of a camera startled him though to drop his cutlery. He turned to see a grinning Beauchamp holding his camera.

“Sorry Albert but after the gossip from the Opera I simply must nab a photo of your outfit” he nodded at Eugene “If you don’t mind I need to borrow Albert for a moment” he then pulled the Viscount up from his seat and dragged him away to speak in private. Once away from prying ears and eyes, Beauchamp grinned “So. What’s the scoop between you and the Count?”

Albert choked a breath “W-What?”

“Come on. Everyone in Paris knows you were the Count’s special guest at the Opera, in the Prince’s box no less. Not to mention you’d never pick out an outfit like that for yourself. Your fashion sense is abysmal”

“Hey!”

“So come on then, what’s the details? An alliance? Friendship born by fate?” he smirked “A secret love affair?” He then laughed at Albert’s shocked expression “I’m just kidding. I know you aren’t like that. Besides, there’s plenty of that kind of gossip flying around anyway” he gestured to the other side of the room where they found Valentine’s father and Eugene’s mother locked in a heated conversation. “Rumour has it those two had a long lasting affair”

Albert couldn’t believe it. Then again, with Eugene’s mother openly sleeping with other men including one of their friends it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. He wondered if Eugene was aware of the rumours.

Met with a round of applause, Eugene took a seat at the piano and began to play. The Count had asked her by letter if she would play for his party and even paid her personally a handsome sum for the performance.

--

Outside, Maximillian began to speak to Valentine “Please... Listen to what I have to say. I’d like to apologise to you. What I said the other day, well it was terrible and I didn’t give any thought to your feelings. I’m sorry”

--

Back inside was a different story. Franz had returned and took a spot next to Albert as they watched Eugene play. He glanced over to his friend and felt his heart . Deep down he had always hoped that someday Albert might speak of him the same way he did of this mysterious love. It broke his heart yet again to know Albert had begun something with somebody else. Franz would never say a word though. Society and fear barred him from ever having the love he wanted. So he forced a smile and asked Albert how things went with Maximillian and Valentine.

Within one of the many rooms of the house, Villefort and Madame Danglars were in the midst of a very secret conversation.

“What do you want from me after all this time?” he asked sounding annoyed

“I’m frightened” she admitted with great fear “When we’re here, in this house I – I can’t help but think of our child –” he cut her off and shushed her she he heard a pair of footsteps coming closer. The pair hid just in time as a blonde haired man in an expensive red suit walked past. He was tall and good looking and had an air of power to him that made the Crown Prosecutor frown. Just who was this stranger?

--

The guests applauded once more when Eugene finished her performance “Magnificent” the Count congratulated “Music truly is your calling Mademoiselle Danglars”

“Indeed it is” an unfamiliar voice agreed gaining their attention. Eugene was then handed a lovely bouquet of red roses by a mysterious blue eyed gentleman. “Forgive my forwardness but you were brilliant”

The Count stepped forward “Forgive me but may I ask your name? I wasn’t aware of any more guests coming”

Suddenly Elouise appeared next to the handsome stranger “Do forgive me Count but I extended an invitation to your lovely party. This is the Marquee Andreas Caplecanté. He’s just arrived in Paris and I hoped to introduce him just as Viscount Morcerf did for you” she smiled innocently enough but the Count could feel something was off with the whole thing.

However he simply smiled back and said “Then by all means, the more the merrier. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Marquee”

Barron Danglars spoke up “I wasn’t aware that family had an heir. I thought that family died out years ago”

“I was kept away from the public for my own safety” explained Andreas “I know I am just an untested youth and has inherited his late father’s estate but it is an honour to meet you all”
Albert whispered to Franz “Who is that guy?”

“Who knows. He’s probably going to be the Count’s new favourite” he smirked at Albert “A young upstart with no ties to anyone? They’re like two peas in a pod”

Albert looked away and didn’t say anything. His friend’s words echoing in his mind. Could it be true? Was he about to be replaced? Albert unconsciously gripped the fabric of his silver suit. He shook his head. He was literally wearing proof of the Count’s interest in him. Still, he couldn’t help but compare himself to Andreas. The blonde’s good looks and personal wealth drastically overshadowed Albert. Compared to Andreas, was Albert really anything to look at?

His train of thought was cut off when the Count started to make a speech. Albert listened as the Count spoke of how he bought the house to get away from the city but had found himself believing that there may be a curse upon the house. Albert didn’t believe in curses but the house was most certainly creepy enough to make one think.

“A curse? Preposterous!” Villefort announced

“Then I take it you must see with your own eyes to believe in such things. In truth there is one room deep within this mansion that I have left exactly as it was when I first arrived. I believe that undisturbed room is the source of this benevolent aura that haunts this house”

The Barron laughed and clapped his hands “Well I for one would like to see this supposed cursed room for myself.

“Then how about we make a game of it” offered the Count “Albert, Franz and Eugene will each lead a team into the house and the first team to find said room will win prize of their choosing”

Danglars rubbed his hands together greedily “Sounds like a lot of fun. Then by all means let’s do it!”

--

They were split into three groups. Franz with Barron Danglars and his friend the Madam from Luna. Eugene with General Morcerf and Andreas. Albert with Villefort and Madam Danglars. Some of the guests chose not to join I on the search and instead stayed in the ballroom.

The Count sat on one of the couches feeling a headache start to form. When Elouise sat next to him hoping to speak with him the Count made a quick exit. His head ached and chest seized with pain. It was a bad night but he had to endure in order to keep up the charade. The darkness inside him screamed to be let loose on those three men but he managed to keep control. A simple murder would never make up for what he had suffered. Thoughts of a long lasting, hard hitting revenge soothed the darkness enough for the Count to return to himself.
He then walked down one of the corridors.

He had to meet with the winners of course.

--

Thanks to Albert leading them down a different path, they came across a door unlike the others. Villefort tensed and Madam Danglars began to panic as Albert entered the room. He found nothing but a disused bedroom that had long been left to the dust and mold of the old house. Perhaps Villefort was more suspicious than he claimed to be as the Crown Prosecutor was now pale as a ghost.

“Congratulations” The Count’s voice echoed. He appeared from the shadows greeting them “Yours is the first team to reach this room. Tell me, did you enjoy? I assure you this house is quite unique” he gestured for Albert to follow him “If I may, could you assist me for a moment?”

Albert nodded following him into a smaller room attached to the bedroom. It was completely barren and undecorated save for a small bookcase and a statue of the Virgin Mary on the wall. “Please close the door” instructed the Count. Albert did so making sure to close it tight. “I wanted to thank you for playing along with the game. I know it must seem childish but I wanted to give the guests something different”

“Oh it was no problem. It was nice to see the house for myself. It really suits you” the Count smiled and Albert blushed. He just realised how close they were in the privacy of this room and couldn’t help but think back to that kiss.

The Count stepped closer “I also see that you wore the suit I bought you. It truly does complement every part of you” he then sighed “I wanted to apologise for not being able to speak with you properly until now. As you know I suffer with an illness I contacted while in deep space. It means that it causes me to sometimes need rest without seeing anyone” the Count removed one of his gloves to show Albert. Albert gasped seeing the pale blue skin blotched with red and yellow patches. “I feel a numbness occasionally but it’s nothing to worry yourself about”

Albert spoke softly “Are you feeling and numbness now?”

“No. It passed a while ago”

Albert then did something neither were expecting. He took the un-gloved hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to the knuckles. His hand was still as cold as ice but Albert cared not. In a split second Albert found himself pinned to the stone wall with the Count’s lips on his. Unlike their earlier kiss which was slow and timid, this was full of unbridled passion. Albert whimpered when the Count’s tongue breached his mouth adding a whole other level not excitement.

He vaguely remembered there were people just on the other side of the door but in that moment Albert could care less and apparently so did the Count. Albert felt the Count’s hands on his thighs and then the Count lifted him of the floor pressing closer to the young Viscount. Albert hooked his ankles together around the Count’s waist and wrapped his arms around the older man’s shoulders. Their grinding hips caused both men to grow hard within the confines of their trousers.

“C-Count...” he whispered, sparks of pleasure going up and down his spine

“Albert...” the Count panted equally as affected. He leaned forward to whisper in Albert’s ear “I can not have you the way I want just yet. We have guests just outside” another grind of hips, another whimper from Albert “But I assure you, you will not leave this room unsatisfied” with that he set Albert back down on his feet and then India the front of Albert’s trousers. Another deep kiss swallowed the otherwise loud moan Albert let out as the Count began stroking him with his bare hand. He’d never done this with another person before, let alone another man but Albert was already addicted. The cold a stark contrast making goosebumps appear on his skin. Albert knew he wouldn’t last long. Call it youth or inexperience but Albert was already on the edge. “Let go Albert”

With one hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet, Albert came with a muffled grunt. His orgasm washed over him with such force his legs shook. It was only the Count’s body that kept him upright. Albert looked down, still slightly shaky to see that the Count too had also came with his other still gloved hand.

They shared one last kiss before parting to clean themselves up. The mess wasn’t too bad and thankfully the Count had a spare handkerchief in his pocket to help. Once presentable again, the Count pulled out a small chest like box and handed it to Albert “We’d best give our guests their prize”

Before they left however, the Count whispered in Albert’s ear “Next time, I want to hear every delicious sound you can make my dear Albert. The very thought will drive me mad until then”

--

Outside Madam Danglars was on the verge of a panic attack. “This is where – where I gave birth to the child – I – I fear the child had summoned us her to avenge himself”

“Calm yourself”

“I can’t! Seventeen years ago. We sinned!”

Albert walked out of the room holding the chest completely unaware of the Madam’s fear “Congratulations. This is our gift from the Count”

When she saw the chest, so familiar and so small, the Madam Danglars let out a petrified scream. Memories of that awful night and her greatest sin enveloped her. She screamed until she collapsed leaving Albert both confused and worried.

Villefort was shaking with anger and nerves. He knew that chest. He’d buried it himself years ago. “How did you – who – who the Devil are you?” he demanded an answer. The Count simply smiled at him.

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Albert ran as fast as he could to the ballroom. He panted as his lungs constricted unused to the sudden need to run far. As soon as he reached the ballroom he yelled “Somebody! It’s an emergency! Somebody call a Doctor!”

“Whatever is the matter Albert?” asked the Madam from Luna concerned

“Its the Marquis Danglar. She got sick and collapsed!” he explained quickly. The gathered guests reacted to the news with worry while Elouise sat quietly in her seat, a hidden rueful smile on her pretty face.

Back with Madame Danglar she was laid out on the nearby couch sweating profusely and her body restless even though she laid unconscious. Villefort, knowing exactly why she had fainted in such a violent manner, demanded an explanation from the Count. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he demanded to know what the Count was after. The Count simply laughed, fangs showing as he answered with a smirk “Surely you jest. I assure you my only goal tonight is to have all my guests enjoy the party I have thrown them”

“You’ve gone too far” Villefort continued his face stony “I’m sure you’re aware that this house once belonged to my father in law. If you’re deliberately trying to insult me then you’ll regret it”

The Count burst into laughter which made Villefort even more incensed. “Even though I was unaware of that fact it appears I have been most rude. After all, this is a fascinating and yet odd coincidence. Which means this place must be as familiar to you as the back of your hand, right?” Villefort visibly tensed and the Count smirked once more “However I assure you it is simply that. A coincidence. I wouldn’t dare waste my time insulting a man such as yourself with such frivolous nonsense”

“Y-You...” growled Villefort utterly insulted and enraged but unable to say anything. A slip of the tongue would ruin him should he speak in anger. So he his tongue and sneered.

--

In the ballroom Albert tried to calm himself down with a glass of water from the Villefort’s table. As he drank his friend the Madame asked “Albert, what on earth happened to Madam Danglar?”

He downed the glass before answering “I’m not sure. I was just about to give Madam Victoria her prize when she fainted. I just don’t know why though. She seemed... Terrified”

--

The Count moved to check on the woman. She was slowly coming back to herself. She muttered “Oh my boy...” over and over while the Count checked her temperature. “It seems to be mild anaemia. Nothing to worry about”

“I ask you again. Just who the hell are you?” demanded Villefort pulling out a small pistol from his inner coat pocket and aiming it at the back of the Count’s head “Your life depends on it”
The Count replied simply, without glancing at the Prosecutor “I am but a humble soul from Eastern space. Other than that I have no past to speak of”

Villefort removed the safety, seriously debating on whether he should risk killing the Count in such a place. He was however interrupted when Victoria’s husband came running in after hearing if her sudden illness. Villefort slyly hid the gun back inside his coat. All attention was now on Victoria who was still mumbling nonsense to herself. Suddenly Franz gasped “We have to find Eugene”

He and Albert split up to search for their friend. Whilst running through the darkened corridors and past empty rooms Albert ran into Andreas walking alone. “Have you seen Eugene?” he asked breathless “She’s Barron Danglar’s daughter”

“She’s walking with your father to the inner chambers” Andreas gave Albert a look that could only be described as cunning. “So you’re Albert, son of General Morcerf. The Count has told me all about you” Andreas then smirked darkly at Albert “Now Albert, you should understand something. Of all the people who live in this sorry world, I’m the only one capable of understanding the inner workings of the Count’s heart” he chuckled at Albert’s expression of dread “As if someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth could ever understand what it means to come from nothing. Enjoy it while it lasts Albert, he’ll soon grow board of you” he walked off back into the darkness laughing as he did so.

Albert was shaken by those words.

With Franz he was still searching for Eugene. He walked down a narrow stone hallway when he saw a wall literally open. He ducked behind a statue not knowing whomever was there was friend or foe. He watched as the Count walked out appearing fatigued and pale. Franz realised something was wrong when the Count clutched his face in pain. He could see something on the Count’s blue face glowing bright purple behind his gloved hands. The Count managed a few steps before he collapsed to his knees from the pain.

Bertuccio appeared running to his Master’s side and helping him back to his feet “I’d tell you to rest but I’d probably be wasting my breath”

“Bertuccio” spoke the Count “Are you willing to follow me into the dark depths of hell?”

“Of course. I’ll be by your side wherever you go Gankutsuou” with that he helped the Count down the hallway leaving a confused and frightened Franz behind.

What were those markings? Gankutsuou?

Outside Albert went to get some air. After his conversation with Andreas he needed a moment to himself to think. Even though he and the Count’s relationship had progressed he couldn’t help but worry. What if Andreas was right and the Count would grow tired of him? Andreas was better looking and shared a similar background to the Count. It wouldn’t be surprising for them to get close. Albert felt sick at the thought of it.

He heard voices close by and when he looked up he found Maximillian and Valentine conversing happily. Albert walked over to the pair. “Valentine. I wanted to apologise to you for the other day. I guess I got carried away”

She smiled softly “I’m the one who should apologize. I said such rude thing” Albert forced a smile now feeling sicker than before. He felt sweaty and tired all of a sudden and his stomach felt awful. “I realised I had misjudged him. I’m glad we had this chance to talk. I’m very grateful”

Maximillian blushed “I feel the very same way”

A wave of dizziness overcame the Viscount. His stomach rolled until he was sick upon the ground. Then Albert passed out instantly. Valentine screamed while Maximillian rushed to help. “Albert! Hang on, we’ll get you help! Just hang on!”

--

Albert later awoke in one of the many, many bedrooms of the house tucked under thick feather down bedding. The Count stood by his bedside with a concerned look on his face. “There now. How do you feel?”

He weakly laughed “Like a big weight on my chest has been lifted off”

“I am glad to hear it. I mixed this medicine especially for you. There’s nothing better for the treatment of chest pains” spoke the Count setting down a small clear teapot on the bedside table.

“I apologise if I made any trouble for you Excellency. I don’t know what happened to me. I just suddenly felt sick”

Outside the bedroom Franz spoke “I’m worried about Albert. I’ve known him since we were just kids and he’s never had so much as a bad cold”

Maximillian smiled “Valentine told me you two had been friends since childhood. She said she was jealous of the bond you two have” he sighed wistfully “I don’t have anyone I consider such a friend as you do Albert. I’m almost jealous myself”

The blonde turned away looking back to Albert lying on the bed. If only Maximillian knew the truth. If it was allowed Franz would shout it from the rooftops to all of Paris to hear. Sadly that would never come to pass. In a kinder world, he’d win Albert’s heart and keep it safe and protected all his days. He would never tell a soul though. He’d never drag Albert down with him. Franz was content to live life as Albert’s best friend if that’s all he could be. Better to have him as a friend than nothing at all. In a way, he was jealous of the soldier next to him. While he and Valentine were pulled apart by wealth and status, at least they stood a fighting chance at making it. Something Franz could never have.

“Albert” spoke the Count softly “I realise this might sound as an odd request but I’d like to know what you’ve eaten today”

Albert thought for a moment “Only what was served to me here. And I also took a drink or water from the table with the blue flowers”

“The Villefort table” murmured the Count “I see. That is most troubling”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Albert, I want you to remain calm. I believe that the thing attacking your body is a strong poison”

Albert blinked “P-Poison? You mean the water from the picture was poisoned?”

“Its the most likely assumption. I suspect that you were not the target though” said the Count deep in thought “If it were not for the ice melting and diluting the poison, I doubt you’d have survived”

“But who would want to hurt the Villefort family? I mean I understand why someone would go after Prosecutor Villefort but Valentine and Madam Elouise are innocent” Albert forced himself to sit upright, a determined look on his face “We have to find the culprit before they strike again”

“While I agree with you I must insist you stay and rest” urged the Count “You’ve had a very trying experience and if you were to fall ill once more on my watch –”

“I feel better already. I’m sorry but I can’t just lie here when there’s a potential killer on the loose”

--

Albert left along with Franz and Maximillian for Valentine’s house. He was certain that his friend was in danger and couldn’t just sit by and let whomever wanted to hurt her family succeed. He may not like Villefort but his daughter didn’t deserve to suffer because of him. When they left the Count went to sit in the garden for a moment alone. Of course his peace was quickly ruined when Elouise walked towards him, a seductive smile on her face.

“You’re such a frightening man but at the same time you’re very, very alluring” she spoke smiling at him and batting her eyes.

The Count stood up as she took a seat on the bench next to him “I believe I made myself clear the other day Madam Villefort. I suggest you find someone else to satisfy your urges”
She stuttered for a moment then glared at his retreating form “Damn it...” she muttered with a huff. Once again he had snubbed her.

--

Within on of the Parisian old pubs, Villefort held a clandestine meeting with an unscrupulous investigator who had worked for Villefort on a number of cases for the court. He paid a small fortune for Beauvian to investigate the true identity of the Count. He instructed him to start in Marseille. Before leaving, Beauvian warned Villefort that he better not have any rats of his own or else this could seriously backfire on him.

At the Villefort Manor, Valentine was showing her grandfather the cross that Maximillian had given to her. As she did one of the servants Valentine had befriended over the years came in with a picture of lemonade for her.

Meanwhile the trio were racing through the rain to Villefort manner, Albert hoping that they wouldn’t be too late.

“Are you sure about this, Albert?” asked Franz “You think someone is trying to kill the Villefort family? Don’t you think the Count might be reading too much into this”

“No, not at all. He’s a smart man and I believe him”

Franz sighed “Well I guess I can’t fault him for earlier. When he heard you were sick, he ran to help and carried you inside. He seemed almost... scared”

“He was?” questioned Albert surprised. He grew quiet, his thoughts solely on what Franz had said. The Count had been worried about him. It made him feel warm inside. “Hey Franz...?” Albert began slowly “Can I tell you something?”

“It sounds serious. What’s the matter Albert?”

Albert took a breath “See the thing is. I think I finally figured it out. You might laugh at me for this but I really do think two people should be in love before they get married” he sighed “I really want Valentine and Maximillian to be happy together. But I also can’t help but think about me and Eugene. We don’t love each other so it wouldn’t be fair to lock her in a loveless marriage when I...”

“When you what?” asked Franz

“I... I think I’m... I think I’m falling in love...” whispered Albert, his face beat  with an almost dopey grin. Now that he said it aloud it made it real. His growing feelings could only mean one thing and Albert was both terrified and elated. Not seen by Albert, Franz’s heart broke in two. Whomever this mystery person was Albert was seeing, they had won his heart, something Franz never had the courage to do. He looked out the window on his side of the car fighting back tears.

By the time they trio arrived at the Villefort Manor they were too late. Albert’s worst fears had been confirmed when a tearful maid explained everything. She said that one of the servants was dead from a suspected poisoning and Valentine was in a dreadful state bedridden and sick from the same poison. Strangely enough, neither Elouise or Edward were anywhere to be seen.

Maximillian fell to his knees at Valentine’s bedside, heart breaking at the sight of his sweet Valentine so frail and weak. Only a short time ago she was perfectly healthy and yet now she could soon be at death’s door. He broke down into tears while Valentine’s grandfather watched helplessly from his chair.

“I can’t believe it. It’s just like the Count said” murmured Albert in disbelief

“I don’t understand what the hell is going on here” added Franz 

Albert turned to his friend “Stay here. I’ll be right back”

“Where are you going?” Franz asked confused

“Where else? To go over and talk to the Count about what’s going on. He might be able to help her like he helped me” he was out the door before Franz could stop him. Franz stood there staring at the door with worry. He thought back to what he had seen back at the Count’s estate. The Count was hiding something horrible yet Albert was blind to it all. Franz knew he had to do something.

--

By the time Albert reached the house he was drenched from the rain. However Bertuccio greeted him at the door with a shake of the head “I’m sorry. The Count has been called away on a business trip and had to leave as soon as he could. I’m afraid you just missed him”

“You’ve got to be kidding me” groaned Albert

The servant then handed him a small package “I was instructed to deliver this to you tomorrow but seeing as you came all the way here, I’ll hand it to you now” he bowed “Good evening Monsieur Morcerf” then closed the door on Albert. Albert looked down at the package in his hands and quickly unwrapped the brown paper. Inside was a black box and inside the box was a stunning sapphire cravat embedded in shimmering gold. It sparkled even in the dim light and it reminded Albert of the Count.

He suddenly heard familiar laughter behind him. Albert grew annoyed when he found Andreas standing behind him “Well, well. I see as always you’re completely helpless when you’re all by yourself” he mocked

Albert glared “You”

“I’m looking forward to seeing how this all turns out”

The Viscount huffed “And just what does that mean?”

Andreas smirked as lightning flashed “Do you have the courage to learn what the future holds?” he glanced at Albert’s gift “You really think a little trinket really makes a difference where you stand with the Count?”

“I don’t understand. Who are you?” demanded Albert but Andreas simply laughed again as he walked away.

Albert broke off into a run into the storm. “Don’t die. Please don’t die Valentine!” he begged all the powers above that his friend would live.

—Flashback—

The Count stood before a withered oak tree in a the old family graveyard of the Villefort family. In his hands a small chest that he had just cut up from its tomb. The true reason as to why he wanted the property so badly than all the others in Paris was to get access to this very spot and unearth it’s dark secret. This was the next part of his revenge. “You, child of illicit love who has awoken from a dark dream and come back to life from the depths of death. For one more day you will live once more and receive what you never got in your short life. You, beautiful child who knows nothing of love nor of being loved. Thou art anathema”

He opened the chest, it’s lock long rotted away only to be left quite frankly stunned. The chest was empty save for a few scraps of cloth. Gankutsuou raged into the night the sweet taste of revenge further out of his grasp.

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The funeral for the Villefort servant was held three days later as rain pelted down upon the gathered mourners. He was buried in the nearby cemetery alongside his wife who had passed two years prior of an illness. They had no children so it was just his fellow colleagues and the Villefort family in attendance along with a few friends. Valentine was still bedridden and unconscious from the poison with Maximillian ever the fateful bodyguard. Albert visited to see how she was doing and noted how little sleep Maximillian had gotten over the last three days.

“I heard Valentine’s father laid off all the maids and butlers” Albert commented

Maximillian nodded “He allowed them to attend the funeral but he did fire them all. With all that’s happened I just can’t bring myself to leave her alone in this house” he turned back to her “Besides, I’ve been thinking. You’ve shown me that getting married isn’t the only way to make the person you love happy. So I’ve been mulling it over, trying to figure out the most important thing Valentine needs and how I can give it to her”

“And what do you think that is?”

“She may be asleep now but I think she’s lonely to the point of crying” the soldier spoke “So at the very least I want to make sure I’m sitting right by her side when she awakens. I’ve decided I’m taking her to Marcelle to my family home to recuperate. I don’t want her to endure anymore pain or suffering”

At that moment Valentine’s father entered the bedroom giving Maximillian an unimpressed scowl “I had a feeling you’d be here”

“Your Honour, I came here to discuss-”

“Mark my words boy” Villefort snapped “If you dare try to take my daughter even a foot from this house, I’ll have to hunted down and arrested as a kidnapper. That is not a threat. No get out. You too Albert. I want you both out”

Albert tried to speak “Begging your pardon your honour but somebody out there is trying to kill off your whole family. I was almost killed myself!”

“Somebody’s trying to kill us? The only one close enough to be of suspicion would be that incredulous excuse for a Count you call a friend. Be clear, from now on this is strictly a family affair. I forbid you from interfering with us”

--

The following is my report regarding my investigation on the Count of Monte Cristo. In the course of investigating the various locations indicated by your Honour, I discovered quite by accident that a certain old Priest had been making a similar set of inquiries all around Marseille. He has visited the area several times in the last three months always asking questions. The Priest seems to be gathering information on an old man who lived here some time ago and died penniless and alone. The old man’s name was Rute Dantes. In order to ascertain the Priest’s true objective and to clarify the connection between him and the Count of Monte Cristo, I plan to investigate the house that Rute Dantes lived in when he was alive.

Villefort stood from his desk, wide eyed and breathless. He had not heard that name in many years yet even now it still brought a chill down his spine “Rute Dantes... Dantes?”

The door to his office opened revealing his son Edward “Papa. My school play is today. You’re coming aren’t you?”

“Didn’t your mother tell you? Some urgent business came up that I must attend to. I’m sorry”

“But father, you promised!” whined Edward “You promised you’d come this time no matter what!”

Villefort continued “Papa’s work keeps him very busy Edward”

“I don’t care about that! You’re a liar Papa!”

Villefort acknowledged Elouise who appeared behind her son “Get him out of here. As his mother it’s your job to explain these things to him”

“But Edward’s been so excited and looking forward to you seeing his play this afternoon” she told him crestfallen

“I don’t care how excited he was. Just get him out of here and stop bothering me!” he snapped once more causing Edward to become upset to the point of crying into his mother’s skirt. He shut the door on his wife and son and returned to his desk. A few short moments later, one of the last remained maids in the house knocked on the door. “What are you still doing here. I told you to pack your bags and leave”

“My apologies Sir but an invitation for a funeral has just arrived for you” she handed him the envelope, bowed, then left. He flipped the envelope over to see the name of the deceased only to have his blood run cold.

“W-What is the meaning of this?”

--

At the Danglars Mansion Barron Julian Danglar had wasted no time in trying to get on Andreas’s good side. The new Lord’s inheritance was simply too much for the Barron to resist.

Andreas sipped at his tea while the Barron gave his version of save advice about money and investments, inwardly laughing at how easy it was for him to win the Barron over. He knew the other man was a glutton for wealth and finery so it was no surprise he wanted to latch onto Andreas as fast as he could. He almost felt sorry for the man. If things went according to plan then the Barron would loose everything.

Whilst the pair talked the Barron’s daughter Eugenie walked in and placed a funeral invitation for her father on the table. Andreas tried the charm his way into seeing Eugenie in her room later that day but she quickly rebuffed him. Her father apologised on her behalf before picking up the invitation. He too felt his blood run cold seeing the name of the deceased.

--

As Albert returned home he was met with the post man with a letter addressed to his father. It was an invitation to a funeral. Out of curiosity Albert looked at the dead person’s name. “Edmond Dantes?” he whispered aloud. “Who’s that?”

Albert went to his father’s study both to deliver the invitation and to speak with the other man about helping Valentine. His father was studying paperwork but quickly put it away in his desk draw when Albert entered. However, what Albert was going to say quickly left him when he saw how pale his father had become. General Morcerf stared down at the invitation with trembling hands and a beaded brow. If Albert didn’t know any better, he’d say his father seemed frightened.

“Father, about Valentine” he began hoping to get his father’s attention “She’s in danger every minuet she’s in that house but her father won’t let her leave. I really think he Might chance his mind if you were to talk to him”

Fernand snapped slamming his hand onto the desk “Why do you feel the idiotic need to poke your nose into another family’s private affairs? You have no right to turn someone’s house upside down on a foolish whim. Now get out”

“How can you say that? My friend is in terrible trouble and you’re just telling me to abandon her?” Albert shook his head “You know, Mother would have understood. She wouldn’t just by while someone we cared about was I danger”

That made Fernand incensed “Don’t you dare bring your mother into this. Now for the last time get out of my office and don’t let me hear you causing trouble for the Villefort family”
“Argh! I don’t know why I even bother!” Fumed Albert storming out of the Study and slamming the door behind him. He stalked down the hallway thinking of his father’s sudden outburst. It was only after he received that letter did Fernand begin acting like that.

Edmond Dantes. I wonder who that could be? I think he might have been an old friend of Mother’s but surely I would have met him if that was the case... Maybe Majorette would know....

Majorette was one of the oldest maids of the household. Nearly seventy with grey hair and thick round glasses. She had been his mother’s nursemaid and when the time came she had helped with Albert when he was born. If anyone had answers it was here. He went to the sitting room where Majorette was happily dusting away. “Excuse me. Majorette?”

“Oh young Master Albert” she greeted with a bow “How lovely to see you. May I get you anything?”

“Actually, I was wondering whether I could ask you a few questions. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone by the name Edmond Dantes?”

--

Albert had secretly followed his father to the funeral on his motorcycle. Hidden by overgrown bushes and trees, he watched silently as his father entered the dilapidated church that had been abandoned years ago. He didn’t know why this church in particular was chosen for a funeral of all things.

His thoughts returned to the conversation he had with Majorette back home.

“Edmond Dantes? Oh yes, I remember him. He and your mother were the best of friends. They would do anything for each other” she sighed wistfully “Such a shame what became of him. He was killed in an accident before you were born. I don’t think poor Mercedes ever got over his loss”

Albert was confused to say the least. If Edmond Dantes had truly died before Albert was born then why had his father been invited to the funeral only now? So many questions filled his head.

Inside the church General Morcerf was shocked to see Barron Danglar and Crown Prosecutor Villefort standing beside a plain wooden coffin. They too must have received the same chilling invitation as he did.

“Who’s behind this?” he demanded walking towards them.

“I don’t know. I suspect it’s just a stupid prank” answered Villefort angrily

Morcerf wasn’t convinced “But why would they send for us? Why use that man’s name?”

“Whoever it is knows about the connection between the three of us” Danglar spoke “And whoever that is... Must know of what we did” the three men knew exactly what he was speaking about. Their greatest secret and greatest sin. If anyone were to find out what they did to secure their place in Parisian government and society, they would be ruined.

Suddenly, a fourth man spoke “Well, well, well. The gangs all here”  a shortly build hooded figure emerged from the darkness. When he removed the hood Morcerf recognised him in an instant.

“Wait, I know you. Canorous?”

“Yes, it’s me. Your old pal Canorous” he chuckled with mirth “Now that you’ve made it big you’ve forgotten all about me along with all those unpleasant memories? I see that you’re all big powerful men. Not like in the old days”

Danglars advanced on the shorter man with a scowl. He grabbed him by the shirt and shouted “So you’re the one behind all this! What kind of stupid stunt is all this!?”

The other man showed the invitation he was sent just like the others and proclaimed he had nothing to do with this. “You’re wondering who else could possibly know about this? Other than the four of us, only the person who signed the invitations”

“Impossible!” gasped Morcerf “Edmond Dantes is dead. He was sent to Chateau D’if Twenty years ago and died there. We ensured it!”

From his hiding spot within the church’s old confession box, Albert held back his horror at his father’s admission. He realised that this went far deeper than he could imagine and that this Edmond Dantes was at the centre of it. The only question was, why did his father want him dead?

“Then the dead man has come back to life! Edmond would never forget what we did to him. Even from beyond the grave. He would never forget what we did. Not in a million years!” the short man ranted.

Danglar turned to glare at the coffin “Then who’s body is in there then? If that bastard died years ago then who’s in there? I don’t understand!”

“I say we open it and see for ourselves” said Villefort

“No! We can’t!” Cried Canorous. “If Edmond truly lies in that coffin then we mustn’t disrespect him like that. We already destroyed him when he was alive...”

“Then get out of the way!” snapped Morcerf. He pushed the smaller man out of the way then forced the lid open himself. There indeed was a body inside the coffin but it was not that of Edmond Dantes. Instead lying in the coffin was the body of the investigator that Villefort had hired. His eyes were still wide open and blood had dried around his mouth. Albert couldn’t see the body from his position but he could see their expressions clear as day.

Shock. Fear. Anger.

None of them remorse or guilt. Albert was so disgusted with what he had heard. The Chateau D’if was the worst prison this side of space where only the worst of the worst went with no chance of escape. To know that his father had sent a seemingly innocent man there to die was nothing short of horrific. Albert wanted to scream, to demand answers but he instead chose to leave while he could.

--

At the Villefort Manor, young Edward was happily riding his bike through the empty hallways while knocking over vases as he did so. Without any servants about to stop him he was more than happy to cause a bit of destruction. Meanwhile his half sister was being whisked away Maximillian, Valentine and Renaud. They had decided to ignore Villefort’s threats and take Valentine away to safety.

After his bout of fun Edward was sat in the sitting room with his mother when he heard a noise from upstairs. “Mama, did you hear a strange noise upstairs just now?”

“No. But perhaps your grandfather fell out of his wheelchair again” she said with a humorous sparkle in her eye

“And with Valentine asleep there’s really no one to help him get back up is there?”

Elouise smiled “It might turn out to be a great rehabilitation exercise for him”

Edward began laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree when it came to Edward and his mother.

Upstairs Franz scolded Maximillian for nearly getting them caught. They continued on but we’re stopped by Valentine’s grandfather at the end of the hallway. Without her care he had become haggard and weak but his mind was still there. His eyes fell on Valentine in the soldier’s arms.

“I promise I will keep Mademoiselle Valentine safe” he promised

The elderly man then stunned them all by attempting to use his left hand to point. He wanted them to follow him. They indeed followed until he stopped at a grand portrait of Elouise and Edward, his eyes darting up to the face of Villefort’s wife. It took a moment for Franz to understand but when he did he was shocked.

“I don’t believe it. It was really her?” he asked Notié. A slow blink indicated yes. Elouise had indeed poisoned Valentine. The three shared a look. They needed to get out of there. Now.

--

Albert returned home in a dark mood. His father, the man he had so admired and aspired to be, was guilty of a heinous crime and for what? For power, wealth, status? What good is any of that if an innocent man dies for it. Albert felt sick to his stomach.

“Where did you get off to. You’re awfully late” greeted Peppo in their usual bubbly tone.

“None of your business” he said snappish

They rolled their eyes “Gosh I’m so offended. And here I was about to tell you some news you’re gonna like”

“Tell me what?”

“Maximillian decided to put his plan of saving Valentine into action. Franz, Renaud and Maximillian came before hand to get you but you weren’t home so they went to Villefort Manor by themselves”

Albert gasped “They what?!”

--

Their rescue hit a roadblock when as they reached Renaud’s car they were met by a smug Elouise and Edward. Edward was on the phone to the police telling them about his sister being kidnapped and putting on the best act of being scared and upset.

Elouise asked smugly “And just what do you three kidnappers think you are doing with my daughter?” it seemed luck was against them as who should arrive back home but Villefort. Already on edge from the funeral, Villefort was in no mood to converse with those who tried to kidnap his daughter. He exited the car, gun in hand.

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Edward grinned seeing Villefort “My Papa’s here. Now you’re gonna get it”

“Please step aside Madam” asked Franz

Elouise smirked “No I won’t”

The blonde man stepped forward into her space grabbing her by the arms “I’m begging you. If you care at all about Valentine then let us help her”

Something changed in Elouise. Her smirk faded replaced with a dazed expression. She suddenly fell to her knees trembling as if she had been caught in a snow storm. Edward began to panic asking what was wrong. “What’s happening to me?” she gasped now struggling to breath “I don’t understand...!” she then let out a pained cry falling to the floor. Franz wanted to help her but they didn’t have time. The three men along with the still unconscious Valentine piled into Renaud’s car.

Seeing his wife on the floor Villefort rushed to her side and his now shaking son. The police he had ordered had just arrived so he demanded they follow the car. He then shot at it himself hoping to take out the tires.

“I can’t believe he’s shooting at us!” Renaud cried gunning the engine as fast as it could go.

“Just keep going!” pressed Franz “The police are gaining on us!”

Renaud took a hard left onto a one way street. In the near distance Albert was racing his motorbike towards the Villefort estate in order to help. He was shocked to see Renaud’s classic car speeding his direction, especially since the car was going the wrong way. He saw Franz stand in the passenger seat waving him down.

“Albert! Block our rout!” he yelled gesturing to the three police cars blazing after them. Albert drove his bike around the car only see his friends had successfully gotten Valentine out of the house. Albert knew he had to buy them time somehow. Thinking fast Albert jumped from the bike letting it crash into the oncoming police cars. He rolled across the road, his helmet protecting his head but the rest of him getting covered in scrapes and cuts. The ensuing chaos was enough for the car to make a clean getaway and for Albert to run.

Later as the sun began to set Maximillian would take a train to Marseille with Valentine asleep in his lap. Renaud’s car was too noticeable to use the main gate so they decided using the train was their best bet.

Albert had returned home hours ago and had tended to his minor injuries in the privacy of his room. He didn’t want his father to know what he had done. At this point he didn’t want to speak to his father at all. The memory of his father at the funeral was burned into his mind. Why would father do such a thing? The Chateau D’if is the stuff of nightmares. Why would he send an innocent man there to die?

Albert sighed looking out the window at the starry night “Edmond Dantes... Just who was he...” it was times like this where Albert wished he was with the Count. The Count always knew how to help. He touched the sapphire cravat on his dresser with a smile. He decided to get a snack before turning in for the night. He didn’t want to bother the staff given the late hour. Albert exited his room into his attached private study but came to a sudden stop. His mother’s portrait, one of the few things he had left of her, had been slashed apart with a knife. Hacked and slashed until the image of his mother was barely recognisable.

“Father! Father!” he yelled running out into the sitting room finding his father halfway through a bottle of hard whiskey “Father! Someone has ruined Mother’s portrait!”

“... I know” Morcerf replied “I was the one who did it”

Albert was gobsmacked “You... You what?”

His father rose from his seat swaying slightly “I said I did it. I’m done having her ghost in this house. It’s time you got over it”

“But Father, I –”

“Do not talk back to me Albert” Morcerf began to walk away when Albert asked who Edmond Dantes was “What did you say?”

“I said who is Edmond Dantes? Ever since you received that invitation you’ve been acting different. Now you’re drinking and destroying mother’s portrait. I don’t understand. Edmond was Mother’s friend-”

Morcerf raged “That traitorous bastard was no friend of mine! Your mother was simply blind because of her friendship with him. It doesn’t matter anyway. Edmond is dead just like your mother!” he stormed off before Albert could say anything else. The young man let out a frustrated noise at his father’s antics.

--

At the Villefort estate, Elouise laid in her bed asleep while the doctor spoke to Villefort “The crime lab has determined the cause was a strong poison. It’s some sort of botanical toxin. We’re trying to identify it. Your honour I emphasise that you use extreme caution. The culprit might still be in the house”

“I’ve already dismissed all the staff. You don’t need to worry about me. As for you, you are to prevent any news of this leaking out to the public. And find out where my daughter has been taken without delay”

“Yes sir. The search team has begun their investigation in Marseille. They’ll find her”

--

Unsure of where else to go, Albert drove to his and Franz’s childhood hideout. He had always found himself more at peace there than anywhere else and with the argument he had with his father, Albert needed time away from the house. Albert entered the old building finding Franz himself sitting at the small table near the window.

“Albert? You look troubled. What’s wrong?”

Albert sighed taking the seat across from him “I had an argument with my father. I found out he took a knife to my mother’s portrait”

Franz gasped “Wait, the one of Mercedes in your study? Why would he do such a thing?”

“I don’t know. Ever since he went to that funeral he’s been acting so different. It’s like I hardly know him at all”

“A funeral?” questioned Franz

“Yeah. The thing is though I followed him there and overheard him talking to Valentine and Eugene’s fathers. I think... They were involved with the dead man’s death” he admitted sounding so small and worried.

Franz didn’t know what to say to help his friend. General Morcerf didn’t seem like that sort of person but Franz knew you didn’t get that far ahead in life without loosing a bit of yourself along the way. Instead Franz tried to take Albert’s mind off things by showing him the letter Maximillian had sent him. It stated that he and Valentine had made it to Marseille safely and they were both in a safe place. It certainly cheered Albert knowing that at least Valentine was going to be alright.

“So...” Franz started “About Madam Elouise. Don’t you think it odd that just after the Count visited her she decides to poison Valentine for no good reason?”

“What are you implying?” asked Albert frowning

“I’m just saying that maybe the Count could be involved in this. Maybe he gave her the poison to use or encouraged her to do it. It’s also strange that he knew exactly what was wrong with you just by looking at you”

Albert stood from his seat “Not again. You’ve always thought the worst of the Count despite everything being the contrary. It’s only because of the Count that I’m alive. If he truly was only using us as you claim then he could have easily let me die” Albert let out a sigh “Ever since Luna, you’ve never even given him a chance. I would be dead twice over if it wasn’t for him”

“Well I find it very odd the man carries around antitoxins for such instances. Even doctors don’t carry that stuff around”

“Or maybe it’s because of people like you who refuse to see the good in him is why he carries protection like that” Albert snapped turning on his heel “Whatever you say Franz, I have faith in the Count” he walked out leaving Franz behind. The only person who knows the Count is me.

--

Villefort sat in his office pouring over the books he had taken from his wife’s greenhouse. There had been more than twenty books on toxicology alone and even more on poisonous plants. The evidence was staring him back in the face. This and along with the ring he saw on her finger, there was no denying her guilt. He could excuse many things but Valentine was a line no one dared cross.“So there you are” Elouise spoke from the doorway. She was still dressed in her nightgown and her hair a sleep tossed mess but she was awake.
“You’ve come round”

She held the side of her head “What happened? I can’t remember anything. My memory is a jumble”

Villefort stood from his seat and walked towards her “That’s because of the poison, don’t you think?”

His wife gasped “P-poison?” she stuttered feigning ignorance

He grabbed her hand gesturing to her ring still on her finger “Yes. There’s a fair amount of poison coursing through your body right now. You didn’t anticipate poisoning yourself when you made it, did you?”

She snatched her hand away “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I do such a thing?”

“Then let me rephrase my question” he pulled out a small glass bottle from his jacket. Elouise shuddered when she saw it. “Have you ever seen this before? I found it in your jewellery box while you slept”

She shook her head “That bottle is not mine. I don’t know what it is”

“You fool!” he snapped startling her “Have you any idea what you’ve done? This can never be made right. If it were to get out that my wife is a murderer, what do you suppose would happen?”

Elouise sneered at him “You’d just sweep it under the rug like everything else wrong in your life. You really think I believe your affair with Victoria was just a rumour? You think I don’t know what you did to that poor child?”

Hearing that Villefort became enraged “Who would even believe you? Huh?! A murderous gold-digger who kills anyone who gets in her way? There’s enough poison in your greenhouse alone to kill hundreds”

“Please stop!” she begged courage now gone

“Did you poison my daughter? How many more were you going to kill? Is my name on your list?”

Elouise grabbed the bottle off him “Yes. I was planning to kill you as well. All I need is for Edward to be happy. Even if that meant killing your darling Valentine” she glared at him with all her might “I swear, I’ll kill myself right now. For someone like you who cares only for appearances, there can be no greater scandal!” however her hands shook too much to follow through with her threat. She stared at Villefort waiting for him to stop her but he didn’t move an inch. He was waiting on her to do it. “You... You don’t really...”

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to drink it?” he asked coldly. Elouise fell to her knees crying dropping the bottle as she did. “Are you only capable of killing other people?” Elouise continued to cry. “Tomorrow morning you’ll be taken to a hospital. There’ll be a private room with barred windows waiting for you. Your quarters won’t be very spacious but you’ll spend the rest of your days there. Along with your poisons”

Whether it was the effects of the poison, stress, her own guilt or a mixture of the three but in that moment Elouise fell head first into a mental breakdown. Her sobs turned to crazed bouts of laughter as she writhed on the floor cackling madly. Villefort calmly walked away leaving her for Edward to find.

--

The next day Albert stood outside the door of the Count’s home in the City. He had been itching to see the older man again and after last night was in desperate need of his companionship. Albert thought back to his argument with Franz and scoffed “I know the real Count better than anyone else on earth”

“Is that so?” the silky voice of the Count asked behind him.

Albert flushed bright pink having been heard “Excellency!”

“It is good to see you well Albert. I was hoping you’d come visit” the Count said with heated eyes “Please come in” Of course Albert followed. He went down with the Count to his private underground lake where they took tea on the deck of his grand boat. Albert would never get used to such opulence. “It is good that Miss Valentine was saved”

“Oh yes. She’s recovering in Marseille with Maximillian” Albert explained

 The Count smiled “That’s wonderful news. Though by your expression you still seem troubled”

“We were too late to save her servant and Madam Villefort has had a mental breakdown. Count, why do you think these things keep happening to that family?”

“There are no coincidences in the real world Albert. Sadly some things are just inevitable” he took a sip of his tea “The Crown Prosecutor has sent many an innocent man or one time offender to the noose. Perhaps this is karma coming for him”

“Still...” Albert spoke “Valentine doesn’t deserve to be punished for her father’s wrongdoings. And my father –” Albert cut himself off

The Count looked at him “Is something the matter Albert?”

Albert sighed “Last night. I got into a fight with my father. I discovered he ruined my mother’s portrait using a knife”

“A knife?” questioned the Count “Why would he do such a thing?”

“I don’t know. He was like a completely different person last night. Drinking heavily and sounding almost deranged” Albert looked at him with worry in his eyes “What should I do?”

The Count set down his cup “If I were you I would keep a wide berth from General Morcerf. I don’t want to alarm you but those don’t sound like the actions of a man in control of himself. I would prefer it if you stayed here so I know your safe”Albert smiled “Thank you for the offer but I best not anger him any more. Oh, by the way. What was your business that you had to rush off to?”

The Count laughed “It’s a surprise. You’ll find out soon enough” he looked at Albert, his gaze heating up Albert’s cheeks once more. Once tea was over he lead Albert to the exit. Before Albert could say goodbye the Count kissed him once more. Oh yes, Albert could definitely get used to this. “To remember me by”

--

“Albert!” Eugene greeted with a wave walking up to his café table “Why do you have such an idiotic look on your face?” she smirked taking a seat “I take it things are still going well?”

Albert rolled his eyes affectionately “Yes Eugene. Everything’s going great actually”

“Listen to this” she said excitedly “I’ve been invited to play the piano at the Concert Hall with the orchestra!”

He gasped “Really? Eugene that’s amazing!”

“I know. My dream is finally coming true” she grinned handing him his ticket “Come and hear me play, ok?”

“You bet. I’m so happy for you Eugene. You really deserve this”

She smiled “Thanks Albert. But enough about me, I want all the details. What are they like in bed?”

Albert gaped “E-Eugene!?” he gasped making her laugh hysterically

Across the city, Franz was stood in the library trying to find anything he could on the Count. What he saw at the estate made him panic especially since Albert was now so intertwined with the Count. He needed to know what Gankutsuou was and why it was contented with the Count of Monte Cristo. Much to his disappointment and growing unease, that word was classed as restricted.

Albert returned home hoping to avoid his father. Hopefully the man was nursing a hangover and he’d be able to sneak past him. Unfortunately his father was waiting for him in the Foyer with a letter in hand addressed to the both of them. Frowning Albert took the offered letter and read it for himself. It was from Barron Danglars, informing them that the engagement between Albert and Eugene was officially called off.

On the one hand he was relieved. He didn’t want to marry someone he didn’t love even if it was a friend like Eugene. On the other hand, breaking off the engagement meant only one thing. Barron Danglars had found someone else to marry Eugene off to. The question was, who?

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Eugene was in her room practicing fervently on her piano for her upcoming performance. This had been her dream since she began learning to play as a young child and now it was finally coming true. She wanted everything to be perfect so she threw herself into practicing. Unfortunately for Eugene, her practice had been instructed by her father coming in with news.
She learnt that her father had ended the engagement between her and Albert without consulting her first. Eugene was speechless. Their engagement had been set in stone for years. She may not love Albert but he was the only person she could see herself marrying if she had no choice. Albert was the only person who understood her plight and wouldn’t keep her shackled like her father or any other man would.

“But why, father?”

“I’ve been hearing some unsavoury rumours about the Morcerf’s. Especially pertaining to Albert’s relationship to the Count. People are starting to talk after that whole Opera incident” he responded. Eugene’s eyes widened, her heart sinking for Albert’s sake. If Albert was discovered like she had been then his whole life might be ruined forever.

She steadied herself “You broke it off over silly rumours? You know what people are like. They’ll gossip about anything”

“At ease Eugene. We don’t want a repeat of last time” his threat was vague but it struck where it needed. “I’m only thinking of what’s best for you”  

She scoffed “Oh spare me the fake concern. You’ve never cared about anything other than money and yourself. If you ever wanted what was best for me, if you cared about me as a father... You never would have sent her away!” Eugene fled the room holding back tears. Barron Danglar sighed to himself.

“Damn it Montague. You and that brat really blew it. Sorry but I plan to make it through this”

--

“I have to say, it’s hard to believe you’re the same Montague I remember all those years ago” spoke the shorter man during their clandestine meeting. Once General Morcerf had sobered up from his impressive drinking binge, he’s remembered what he had done to the portrait of his late wife. The farce of a funeral had drove him to drink and he couldn’t risk losing his composure like that again. Not when Albert was starting to suspect something was amiss. Now desperate for answers, Morcerf went to the only man he thought could provide them.

“You’ve done well for yourself”

“Really?” Morcerf repeated with much snark “And how do you know that?”

Canorous shifted nervously, thumbing the hat in his hands anxiously “A certain gentleman I know. Told me a lot about you”

“Who was it? Tell me!” the General raged wanting nothing more than to get the information he needed and leave before anyone recognised him.

The shorter man gave a forced chuckle “I can't tell you but that’s not important. If you want me to keep quiet about your dirty little secrets then give me everything you’ve got. Stuff my mouth with gold and I won’t tell a soul”

--

The moment she saw Andreas walk through the front door; Eugene felt her stomach drop to the floor. She was well aware that her father had his eyes set on the Caplecanté fortune since the moment he met the new Marque. Now with her engagement to Albert cancelled for seemingly no reason at all, Eugene couldn’t help but suspect she was looking at her father’s next choice for her.

As she suspected, Andreas began spouting sugary sweet words in an attempt to win her over but Eugene wasn’t so easily swayed. When he had the nerve to try and hold her after saying he didn’t need an excuse, she pulled herself free with haste, threatening to scream if he dared touch her once more.

Andreas simply smirked “You are acquainted with the Count of Monte Cristo, are you not?”

She frowned “What does that have to do with anything?”

“The gossip concerning the Morcerfs? It was apparently leaked by the Count himself and I doubt the Count’s information to be incorrect”

Eugene didn’t believe him or rather didn’t want to believe him. She thought back to Albert the previous day. How happy and content he looked being in love for the first time. If it was true and the Count truly was the one to spread the rumours, it would no doubt crush Albert.

“Just why are you telling me this?” she asked crossing her arms

“The thought of you being sad pains me” he responded ned. Eugene saw right through him and walked off scoffing as she did so.

“Just give it up already. You have no reason to be in love with me”

--

In his study Albert was at his desk looking at the ticket Eugene had given him while Peppo vacuumed the carpet. “I wonder what she thinks about the engagement being called off” he wondered aloud thinking who her father had replaced him with. There was no doubt in his head that the Baron already had someone else in mind for her even without the rumours circulating about his family. Baron Danglar wouldn’t throw away a great financial gain like their marriage unless he already found a richer match.

“Why don’t you just ask her?” Peppo asked now finished their task

Albert shook his head “No. I have a feeling this is bigger than either of us. The last thing I want to cause her stress so soon before her performance” he set the ticket back onto his desk and turned to look up at his mother’s portrait. He sighed heavily seeing the damage was even worse in the daylight “Father, what the hell were you thinking...”

“Actually Albert, you should consider yourself lucky” Peppo commented getting his attention “Any drunker or angrier and he could have gone after you with a knife instead of the portrait”

He rolled his eyes “Don't be ridiculous Peppo. My father would never -” a knock at the door interrupted him. 

Majorette entered the study “Sir? There is a man at the front door by the name of Vincent Delson. He says he’s here for an appointment with you. He claims the Count of Monte Cristo sent him”

“The Count sent him?” Albert questioned giving Peppo a confused look. They just shrugged in response equally unaware as him. He followed the other servant out to the foyer where a man stood waiting for him. He was slighter shorter that Albert with a plump built and thinning hair. He was dressed in worn yet presentable clothing and carried a sort of briefcase.

“Ah, good to meet you Viscount. I am Vincent Delson. The Count of Monte Cristo sent me along with his regards” he announced handing Albert a familiar looking envelope. “I hail from the Parisian College of Fine Arts specialising in Art restoration. The Count says you have a badly damaged portrait in need of repair”

Albert was stunned “The Count sent you... to fix my mother’s portrait?”

“That he did Sir. Paid quite a hefty sum too. Now, if you could show me where it is and I will get to work immediately”

The Viscount shook himself out of his stupor. “Oh, of course. Follow me, it’s down here”

Once inside the study the artist whistled at the damage “He wasn’t kidding about it being damaged. Someone actually took a knife to it?” Albert nodded and he shook his head “This is going to take longer than I thought. No matter. I will have it as good as knew by the end of the week”

--

In his office Eugene’s father was in awe of what Andreas had done. The young Marque had not only bought out the Opera House but also ensured every seat would be filled by way of hearty payments to audience members. Eugene may think that she was recognised on talent alone but in truth her first performance was ensured by Andreas.

“My daughter is a lucky girl! No way she could have sold out the Opera House on her own merit” Danglar joked “We couldn’t have done it without your gracious support”

Andreas smirked “Well money is no object”

--

Now out of the house Eugene went to a cafe in the city to meet up with Franz. He was made aware of the engagement being called off and questioned Eugene if she was willing to go along with it.

“It’s hardly even breaking it off. Not like anything even happened between us” Eugene responded

“But the two of you were engaged after all. Surely that counts for something”

She sighed “I don’t see how it’s any of your business. As I recall, at the beginning you hated the fact Albert and I were engaged. Why the sudden change in attitude?”

Franz turned his head away “I’m just looking out for Albert. I know... I know he’s seeing someone. I heard you two talking at the Count’s party. I know with you at least Albert will be safe and taken care of. But I don’t even know who this other woman is. They could be a con artist or a gold digger and Albert doesn’t even trust me enough to tell me”

“Honestly Franz, why should he?” asked Eugene startling the other blonde “Think about it. You and Albert are fighting constantly these days and you hardly ever listen to his view of things. Albert probably just wants one thing to himself that doesn’t involve you”

Franz’s face hardened “I’m just looking out for him”

“Well there’s a fine line between looking out for someone and wanting to control them” she snapped back “Albert is more than capable of making his own decisions and your distrust of the Count is only going to drive Albert further away”

“Not you too” Franz groaned “Why is everyone fawning over that man? Can’t you people see he’s up to no good?”

“Albert trusts him” Eugene stated

Franz stood from his seat “Albert doesn’t know anything! He’s blind to everything going on around him! If he wasn’t then he would have realised that –” he cut himself off realising he was drawing attention to himself. He sighed standing up strait “I have to go. Good luck at your performance”

She watched as Franz walked away from the café. Eugene shook her head at his retreating figure “Oh Franz...”

--Soon enough it was the night of Eugene’s big performance. The one she had dreamed about since childhood when she first began to learn the piano. She was dressed in a golden evening gown and silver choker necklace. A maid brushed her hair while she looked at her reflection. Tonight was going to be perfect. She was certain of it.

The Opera House was packed to the brim with all the seats filled bar one. The seat next to Franz where Albert would sit was empty. He worried Albert wasn’t coming due to their earlier fight. In the wings of the stage Eugene peaked out to see the audience. She too saw the empty chair and wondered where her friend was. Albert had promised her he would come no matter what and Albert always kept his promise.Unbeknownst to either of them the Barron had barred Albert for entering despite the man having a ticket. Julian wanted Albert to stay out of the Opera House to Eugene would think he wasn’t coming. Albert tried to force himself past but the Barron’s hired security stopped him in his tracks and threw him out. Quite literally. Albert landed on his rear end and the doors were then locked shut keeping him out.

“Son of a -!”

“Albert?” a voice asked from behind. Albert turned to see it was the Count looking down at him curiously “Whatever is going on?”

Albert got back to his feet wiping down his black suit. “Barron Danglar won’t let me in. He said since I’m no longer engaged to Eugene I’d just be a disturbance to her. What am I to do Count? I can’t let her down”

The Count smiled “No need to worry my dear Albert. In fact this is most fortuitous. This means you can help me with the surprise I have for Mademoiselle Eugene” he explained “There’s a side entrance that leads down to under the stage. From there you can make it back stage and watch from there”

“Well that’s very lucky Count but what of the surprise?”

The Count simply stepped to the left revealing who was standing behind him. Albert gasped in shocked disbelief as a bright grin formed on his face. Eugene was going to love this.

--

By the time the pair had made it back stage Eugene had just begun her performance. The Count had gone to his box to avoid any further suspicion. They watched as Eugene poured her heart out over the ivory keys with the most contented look he’d ever seen.

A sniff came from his left. His new friend was crying tears of joy “She’s perfect. Simply perfect”

Albert smiled along with them, his eyes glancing up to the Prince’s box where the Count sat. He was still in awe that the Count did something like this for Eugene. He felt himself fall a little bit more in love with the Count. His heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked. His friend saw this and giggled “So that’s why he was so eager to help. You’ve certainly captured more than just his attention”

“I have?” he questioned hopefully

Eventually Eugene finished her performance to a standing ovation and roses at her feet. Eugene curtsied to the audience before walking off stage. She grinned when she saw Albert standing there “There you are. I was worried you weren’t –” her voice cut off when she spotted the person standing next to him. Eugene’s eyes began to prickle with tears seeing them once more after so long being separated. “I can’t believe it... Louise?”

Louise nodded equally tearful “Genie” she whispered. The women embraced tightly, both now openly crying and Albert standing by the side soaking in the happiness. “Oh Genie. I’ve missed you so much”

“I don’t understand. I thought my father sent you away”

“He did but the Count of Monte Cristo tracked me down. He said true love should never be separated”

Eugene cried harder looking over at Albert with shining eyes “Albert, never let that man go. He’s amazing” she quickly wiped her eyes “I have to go back but please stay. I’ll play even better knowing your back at my side” the two women shared a quick kiss filled with pinning and longing before Eugene had to go.

Albert and Louise watched proudly as Eugene played even more beautifully than before. The audience was captivated by her talent as well as her beauty. Albert had no doubt this was only the start of her magnificent career.

Eugene finished with a flourish which led to another standing ovation. Then, Andreas pushed past Albert handing a bouquet of roses. “Ladies and Gentlemen!” he called to the audience “Our star of this evening, Mademoiselle Eugene!” he tried to hand the flowers to her but she just frowned up at him.

“What are you doing? This is supposed to me my performance”

“It is. A performance I paid for” Andreas whispered before moving to kiss her on the cheek. Both Albert and Louise gasped seeing this. Albert was almost ready to charge the stage when the Barron yelled at him from behind flanked with his security.

“You just don’t know when to quit. My daughter is on her way to a brighter future that you could never give her” he glanced at Louise “As for you...” he was about to do something drastic when he remembered Eugene’s earlier words. His ire lessened as he muttered “Just go. And don’t let me catch you near my daughter again or next time I won’t be so merciful” he snapped his fingers “Get him out of here”

“Hey, what are you doing!? Let me go!” he struggled in vain but he was no match against the burly security team that both overpowered and towered over him. Albert was soon thrown out into the Opera House Foyer, roughed up and going to be bruised in the morning.

“Albert” the Count’s voice called. Albert turned to see the Count coming down the stairs with a look of concern “I saw what happened. Are you alright?” he asked.

Without thinking Albert ran into the Count’s arms. It was the only place he felt any sort of peace “I’m just so frustrated” he spoke head buried in the Count’s chest “At how weak and pathetic I really am”

“Albert” the Count murmured placing a gentle kiss on the young man’s head “Albert, you are nothing of the sort. Come”

The Count lead Albert out the now unlocked front doors with Albert on his arm supporting him. The plan was for Albert to come to his city estate as the Viscount was in no shape to be by himself. That plan soon fell apart when at the steps they were met with Crown Prosecutor Villefort along with an impressive amount of police men surrounding the Count’s carriage.

“You are suspected of criminal activity” Villefort announced “I am required to bring you to the station as the prime suspect in the poisoning of the Villefort servant”

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“That man is a cold-blooded murderer” Villefort proclaimed angrily. Albert couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He refused to believe the Count was responsible. He glanced up at the Count with worry for the older man. Everyone in Paris knew how blood thirsty and merciless the Crown Prosecutor could be when he was certain of a person’s guilt. Albert could only imagine what he had planned for the Count should he get his way.

The Count appeared unfazed but Albert Count see he his jaw was tensed tight. “I’m surprised you came all this way you’re honour. Is this spectacle a side show to the Opera?”

“Tell me, do you recognise this?” Villefort asked presenting the ring he had taken off Elouise’s finger

The Count remained stoic as he responded “As far as I am aware, that ring belongs to your wife madam Elouise Villefort”

“That you gave her which had poison hidden inside!”

Albert gasped while the Count simply laughed “Surely you jest? What motive would I even have giving your wife a poisoned ring? I hardly even know the woman”

“It’s quite obvious. No doubt you’ve decided to partake in that gruesome act from eastern space commonly known as the thrill kill”

Albert stepped forward “No, you’re wrong! The count would never do such a thing!”

“Silence Albert. You’ve been deceived and manipulated so your defence of the Count means nothing”

“But the Count is the one who warned us about the threat to your family!”

The Count cut in “Am I to be assured that a foreigner such as myself will receive a fair and just trial at court? Under the law of Paris, I am legally entitled to an impartial trail” Villefort scowled but nodded “That sets my mind at ease. In that case I have a witness to my defence” Villefort paled “A witness to the entire truth of what happened” using his cane he gestured to the Count’s second limousine which doors where now open. Sitting inside the car was a dazed and sedated Elouise looking a shell of her former self. Clutching her side was Edward who had appeared terrified.

“Elouise! No!” Villefort couldn’t hide his reaction of seeing his wife and son. After her breakdown, Elouise had been sent to a sanitorium on the outskirts of Paris where Villefort planned for her to never leave. He had been assured by the staff that no one but him would ever have permission to have her released. Seeing her now sent a shock of dread down his spine.

“I’ve been told many fascinating stories by Madam Elouise and your son. Including a few tales that touch upon certain family affairs”

“You bastard!”

The Count smirked “So, your honour. What is it you would like to do with me?”

Villefort was positively boiling with rage but could do nothing about it. The Count had him backed into a corner and any action against the Count would look like an admission of guilt in front of all of Paris. So for the first time in his career, Villefort let a man walk free much to the amazement of the gathered crowd.

The Count then announced to the gathered crowd, commoners and elite alike that Villefort had made a mistake. Cheers erupted from the crowd of commoners who very soon began slandering the judge without recourse. “Albert. I think it’s best if you return home”

“But Count...”

“Forgive me but I must ensure Madam Elouise and her son are somewhere safe. I will speak with you soon” To cheers and applause the Count left in his carriage with the limousine following close behind.

“This isn’t over” Villefort promised to Albert “that so called Count has set his sights on ruining me”

Albert huffed “I don’t believe it. You’re still saying that nonsense?”

“I can sense it. There’s an evil presence inside that man’s soul”

The Viscount gave him a dirty look “Forgive me Sir but the only evil I see in this city is you”

“I... beg your pardon!?”

“You’ve sent countless people to the gallows for crimes that in the end didn’t even matter. You don’t seem to care at all that your only daughter was poisoned and you locked your wife away in an asylum instead of getting her help. The entire city hates you and the only reason you still have sway is because people are afraid. But I can see that you are scared of the Count and that’s why you want him gone”

Villefort was outraged “Now you listen here boy! I have a right mind to-”

“Oh, spare me the lecture. I stopped being afraid of you the moment you threatened the Count”

--

The next day Franz was yet again at the library researching Gankutsuou. Yet again he was met with road blocks at every turn. No matter what file he checked or historical novel he read it all came back the same. Whatever Gankutsuou was had been wiped off the servers, blocked to everyone without the proper authority.

The only person Franz knew with that kind of access was Lucian who worked for the government. Without any other option Franz went to get help.

--

“What do you mean you’re cutting off my financial support!?” yelled Morcerf

“I’m afraid I’ve had some unexpected expenses” answered Danglar

Morcerf slammed his fist onto the table “What about the presidential election?!”

“I’m sorry Fernand but I’m going to have to cut you loose. Those rumours make you too much of a loose cannon”

The General pointed accusingly at his old friend “You and I and Villefort too. I thought it was our dream to take over Paris together and then bask in the wealth of riches! We’re on the verge of making that come true. Why now? Is it because of those damn letters?”

“Sorry old friend but my analysts are telling me to cut you loose. Though if you do win the election, feel free to call”

--

Lucian was quite pleased with himself after leaving the Crown Prosecutor rattled. The failed arrest at the Opera had caused quite a stir with the general security director. It took mere hours for them to realise the charges filed against the Count were most certainly false and Lucian took great pride in being the one to tell Villefort the bad news. He was almost shaking like a leaf when Lucian told him he would most likely be suspended due to his actions.

At work Lucian found Franz waiting for him in his office.

--
After a drive around Paris Eugene, her father and Andreas returned to the Danglars estate. Victoria was still not in her right self given what the servant told them upon their return. Ever since the night at the Count’s estate she had withdrawn herself to her room not wanting to see anyone. Andreas hid his sinister smirk hearing that.

Barron Danglar announced he was going to work in the office so decided Eugene was going to entertain Andreas, much to her displeasure. Before he left Andreas whispered some key information about certain stocks that were ripe for the picking.

He went strait to his office to get to work, unaware that his system had been bugged.

“Danglar is accessing the market just as anticipated” Beauchamp announced from his monitors in the Count’s city home”

“It’s time to sell. Make sure he has his fill. I want him fattened up for the slaughter” Across from the Count sat Louise sipping at her tea, a matching smirk on her face “I thank you Miss Louise for assistance. I can assure you, you’ll be paid handsomely”

She just smiled “Just make sure you bleed him dry. I care not for money, so long as Eugene is free of that retch of a father”

“And I promise you, he will. Once this is all over I will make sure you and Eugene are well taken care of. New names. New identities if you so wish”

--

Franz gasped tearing the headpiece off and exiting the virtual library. He and Lucian had delved deep within the sealed files and found only more questions than answers. He learnt that Gankutsuou was sent to the infamous Chaetae D’if years ago but that’s where Lucian’s access stopped. Whatever the Count was mixed up in, Gankutsuou was the key to figuring it all out.
Luckily 

Lucian had a solution. Valentine’s grandfather was in power and held great sway during the time Gankutsuou was said to be in the prison. They was a good chance he knew the true identity of this mysterious person.

Meanwhile Elouise and Edward were playing in the sands of the underground ocean. Elouise hadn’t said a word since she arrived, remaining mute and childlike since her breakdown. Louise had graciously volunteered to look after them until it was time for her to part ways.

“She’s been like that since we arrived. It’s as if she’s regressed to childhood”

--

Albert visited the estate later that same night. However he was told that the Count’s illness had returned which had left him bedridden for the time being. He was still let in but only Miss Haydee could see him. Albert entered finding Haydee sitting by the lake holding what appeared to be a small old knife in her palm.

“Welcome Viscount. Unfortunately the Count is ill at the moment and can not see anyone yet”

“I know. I just came by to warn him about Villefort. I fear the man has lost all reason. He says he’s going to make the Count pay for what happened so please, tell the Count to be careful”
Haydee giggled “You care a great deal about him, don’t you?”

He blushed “Yeah... I guess I do”

She smiled “It’s alright. He cares a great deal about you too. I’m glad you are concerned for his wellbeing”

“I was curious. How long have you been with the Count?”

She turned her head her gaze a thousand miles away “A long time. A long time since the Count decided he would purchase me” Albert gasped “Please understand Viscount, it’s not what you think. You see, I was born into the royal line of a distant planet between Earth and Eastern space and it prospered due to the trade between them. However, our fortune was not destined to last forever. War broke out and my planet was caught between them. My father decided to align with Earth because he heard that humans valued freedom over everything else. Soon after, reinforcements arrived from Earth” she shook her head “The humans lied! They cast my father as a traitor and had him killed claiming he was secretly aligned with the Empire. My mother and I... We were sold into the hands of our enemies. My mother died soon after and I was left to fend for myself. Until the Count found me”

Albert looked away uncomfortably “My father fought in that war ten years ago. If he had anything to do with what happened to your father... Well, I wouldn’t put it past him. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up such painful memories”

Haydee smiled once more “Its alright. It’s good to know there are still some good humans out there. The Count chose well in a partner"

“Wait, he told you?” Albert asked blushing

“There are no secrets between the Count and I. He speaks of you all the time with this look in his eye. It’s a look... Of love” she declared and Albert’s heart soared

--

It was dark by the time Albert left the estate. He was grateful it was dark as it masked the beaming smile on his face. However his smile dropped when he caught sight of a disguised Villefort walking towards the house. Albert of course stopped walking to see what the man was going to do. He had heard of the man’s suspension from work and didn’t doubt he was in a foul mood because of it.

Albert froze when he saw none other than the Count open the door wearing his cloak and top hat. “My apologies Count. It appears I’ve caused you a grave misunderstanding. Let me make it up to you” that’s when Albert noticed the glint of a revolver.

“COUNT! NO!”

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The shot echoed throughout the street alerting passers by of what had happened. A searing pain engulfed Albert coming from his left arm. His vision blurry as he tried to make sense of what just happened.

“Albert... Albert!” the Count’s near panicked voice forced him out of his haze. He saw the Count kneeling beside him, his cloak torn off and pressed against Albert’s arm which only now he realised was bleeding. It was then he remembered jumping between Villefort and the Count when Villefort revealed his gun. Albert hadn’t even thought about it, he just acted on instinct.
“You sons of bitches! Release me at once!” He heard Villefort demand from nearby

Albert winced “C-Count...?”

“Oh Albert. Foolish boy, what were you thinking?” asked the Count the worried look still on his face.

Through the pain Albert forced a smile “Couldn’t – couldn’t let you get hurt” he winced as the Count helped him to sit upright. Albert finally got a good look at his injury and immediately felt sick. He had been shot, thankfully it was only a flesh wound but the sight of blood made him feel sick to his stomach.

It was moments later that the police arrived. It was sweet karma to see the ruthless Prosecutor lead out in handcuffs. The gathered crowd booed and jeered as he was lead to the car, with him yelling his defence and perfect work record. He spotted Albert being helped back to his feet and shouted “Albert! All of this is your fault! You never should have brought that man to Paris! If you had just died on Luna like you were supposed to then none of this would have happened!”

Albert gasped “Hey wait! How did you know about my kidnapping on Luna?”

Villefort visibly went pale, realising he had just given himself away in front of dozens of Parisians. Still he continued spitting venom “Mark my words Albert. Disaster will come knocking on your door soon enough! Mark my words!”

He was then promptly shoved into a police car. The Count placed a hand on Albert’s shoulder “You should come inside and let me examine you. We need to make sure it is indeed just a flesh wound”

Albert nodded, allowing the Count to guide him back inside the building as the madness continued outside. The Count led him not downstairs like he expected but instead to one of the many grand bedrooms. There had been countless occasions Albert had pictured this moment where the Count would take him to his quarters and have his way with him. Though his fantasies never included being shot.

“Sit down. Let’s have a look” he urged. Albert sat on the impressively sized king bed and allowed the Count to removed his jacket. The Count sighed “You were lucky Albert. It could have been much worse” The Count the. Set to work of bandaged the injury. The bullet had done little damage to Albert’s arm but the threat of infection was still a worry. Using a first aid kit that Baptism had fetched them, the Count carefully cleaned and bandaged the injured arm. “There”

“Thank you”

“I believe I should be thanking you” the Count responded “Albert. What you did was very brave but please, don’t put your life in danger for me. Seeing you get shot... I’d rather not do that again”

Albert blushed under his intense gaze “I’m sorry. I know I was reckless but I saw the gun and just ran for him. I just knew I had to help you”

“My brave knight” the Count murmured kissing Albert on the cheek. Albert preened, taking charge and pressing a light kiss on the other’s mouth. There was a moment where the two men locked eyes, one of those moments where you communicate a million words without speaking at all.

Then the damn broke. Their lips met once more, desperate and half mad with lust. Albert moaned as his shirt was ripped open the buttons scattering across the room. They broke apart for the Count to remove his own clothing, his jacket and waist coat haphazardly thrown off. Albert was then pushed back down on the bed and the Count above him like a predictor that had finally caught it’s dinner after starving for days.

Albert moaned when they kissed once more, managing to shimmy off his shoes before wrapping his legs around the Count’s waist the before. Still locked in a frantic kiss they began to rock against each other, the delicious friction sending shockwaves up his spine.

“Count...” Albert moaned brokenly “M-More...!”

The Count chuckled breathlessly “Whatever my Knight desires” he promised nipping at his neck. Suddenly he was gone from sight. Albert was confused for a moment when he felt cold air hit his erect penis. He then cried out in pure pleasure as the Count’s mouth engulfed him tip to root.

“Oh! Oh my god!” He gasped body trembling with pleasure as the Count continued his ministrations. Albert was lost to bliss having never felt anything like it before in his life. His hands gripped at the bedding, his back arching with every jolt of ecstasy. Then suddenly it stopped. Albert nearly cried. The Count said nothing as he tore off Albert’s trousers and underpants. Then the older man began anew making Albert weep with relief. He could feel his orgasm starting to build but he fought it. He wanted this to last as long as possible. “Count! Oh Count, yes... Yes!” he moaned unabatingly loud, hands moving from clutching the bedding to grasping the Count’s long luscious hair. Albert felt prodding fingers at his entrance. He sucked in a breath with anticipation.

The Count didn’t fail to deliver. One long ungloved finger slowly pushed it’s way inside him. It felt a little different and slightly uncomfortable but Albert hardly noticed. Until that searching finger found that special spot that made the Viscount see stars. He moaned like a Parisian whore with no care if the whole world could hear him. The pleasure continued to mount driving Albert crazy with every purposeful thrust of fingers. The Count hummed a laugh at his reaction, the vibration making Albert moan even more.

“Count... I – I’m -!” Albert’s voice cracked. The damn broke and Albert came down the Count’s throat with a horse cry. He arched almost completely off the bed, eye rolling back with the force of it. Albert collapsed back down gasping for breath and tingling all over. His mind a pleasure filled fog.

The Count appeared in his vision smirking as he licked his lips “Are you alright my Albert?”

Albert breathed a chuckle “Ask me again when I can feel my legs” that earned a hearty laugh from the Count which made Albert smile. Albert reached down to return the favour but was stopped by the Count. “No need. This was all for you. A small showing of my gratitude” the Count kissed him once more “Now, let’s see if there is something for you to wear. I fear I may have ruined your shirt”

--

The next morning Albert stood in front of his bathroom mirror damp from his shower, towel around his waist, his eyes fixed on the love bites where his neck met his collar. Albert had returned home wearing one of the Count’s shirts. The servants having seen the news of the shooting and Villefort’s arrest all rushed to see if he was alright. All but his father who Albert had yet to see. He was saddened and angry that General Morcerf couldn’t even take the time to check his only son was alright.

Albert smiled touching the marks adorning his tanned skin, remembering what had happened the night before bright cheeks. He jumped out of his skin when Peppo entered the bathroom without warning. “Maximillian is at the gate for you” they announced. Their eyes locked on the marks on his neck and smirked “Oh my. How scandalous”

The Viscount quickly dressed and went to see Maximillian, purposefully ignoring Peppo’s prodding questions. Outside the two friends hugged a reunion, a stark contrast to not too long ago when they had a duel of honour.

“Its good to see you again my friend” Maximillian greeted “I thought I’d stop by before I returned to Marseille. I’ve come to retrieve Monsieur Notié. He needs to be cared for and I thought it would be best by valentine’s side” he gestured to his car where Valentine’s grandfather sat. He must have picked him up after Villefort’s arrest. With all that happened Albert had completely forgotten about the elderly man.

“It’s good of you to do that” Albert said smiling

The soldier turned to him “And what of you? I heard Villefort shot you last night before he was arrested”

“Oh I’m fine. The bullet just grazed me but the Count made sure I was taken care of” In more ways than one, his traitorous mind thought.

Maximillian laughed “Yes. You’re lucky to have such a devoted friend. At any rate, I am glad to have met you Albert. Thank you for everything you’ve done for Valentine and I” the two shook hands before Maximillian had to drive away. Even with Villefort under arrest for attempted murder, Maximillian was still wanted for kidnapping Valentine. He had taken great risk to bring her grandfather to her and couldn’t stay very long. Albert wished him all the luck in the world.

--

Andreas was almost in awe at how easy it was to manipulate Eugene’s father. All he had to do was divulge some profitable stock exchange information and the man was putty in his hands. A selfish glutton was never satisfied, no matter how much he had and Barron Danglars would sell his soul if it meant adding to his fortune. Well, he’d sold his soul years ago. Andreas smirked as the Barron buttered him up with praise for his invaluable information. Even with Madam Elouise locked away in an asylum, there was no way Andreas was going to stop now. He was too close to getting everything that was rightfully his by right and by blood. Her loosing her sanity just made things much easier for him. Their motives had aligned but her plans were driven by jealousy and fulfilment. Andreas was driven by righteous fury.

He had hoped to get to the Count, wanting to monopolise on the Count’s seemingly unending fortune. However the Viscount Morcerf got to him first. Andreas had figured the same. Using these pathetic older men to their advantage but what Andreas saw had surprised him. Albert had fallen for the Count hook, line and sinker and if Andreas had any clue, the feeling was mutual. He was almost jealous of their affection. It was something he’d never experienced and doubted he’d ever would.
He didn’t care though. His eyes were set on another prize much closer to home.

--

That same morning Albert received a call from Beauchamp. With General Morcerf vying for the presidency, he wanted to interview Albert for the story. Albert agreed and offered to meet at the library. He was all for the interview before his run in with his father.

He was just about to leave for the interview when his father stopped him “Albert. I want you to be mindful of what you say to this reporter. I don’t want a repeat of your stunt at the Opera House”

Albert sighed shaking his head “I’m fine, by the way. Thanks for asking”

“Don’t get smart with me boy” Morcerf scolded “Do you have any idea the damage you’ve caused to the Villefort family? If you had just stayed away like a told you then-”

“Then he might have killed the Count instead” Albert retorted “I can’t believe you. Villefort shot me last night and you care more about his reputation than my safety”

Morcerf snapped “He was my biggest benefactor Albert! Barron Danglars pulled his support because of rumours involving you and now you’ve gone and caused Villefort to get arrested. Are you trying to ruin my campaign?”

“He almost killed me” Albert spoke his voice slightly shaky “Why doesn’t that concern you? Hell, he all but admitted to planning my kidnapping on Luna”

Morcerf’s face twisted into a sneer. Like just hearing Albert set something off in him “Now you’re just being ridiculous. You expect me to believe Villefort planned to have you kidnapped? For what reason?”

Albert replied “I don’t know, ok!? But he said that I should have died on Luna and no one knew about what happened but you and Franz”

Morcerf shoved past him roughly “I don’t have time for your nonsense. Il be in my office trying to quell the mess you created”

--

So it was safe to say Albert wasn’t particularly in the mood to speak about his father in a positive light. In fact he was very much angry with his father. He just couldn’t understand it. He tried to see things from his perspective but Albert couldn’t see himself simply brushing off his child’s worries like that. Albert was beginning to feel like his father had become a distant stranger.

“Thanks for meeting with me Albert. My bosses at work will be very grateful for your input” Beauchamp said

“No problem. So what did you want to talk about?”

Beauchamp placed his recording device out “Well since General Morcerf is up for the presidential bid I figured it would be great to get your insight on his campaign. Tell me, how do you think your father achieved such success and greatness in Paris? I want your honest opinion as someone who’s closest to him in his world”

Albert thought for a moment. Before any of this happened Albert would have commended his father’s sincerity and honest heart. Now knowing his father was dealing with corrupt individuals, destroying his mother’s memory and knowingly sent an innocent man to a hellscape of a prison, Albert really couldn’t say anything good about General Morcerf.

“Edmond Dantes was sent to the Chaetae D’if and he died there. We ensured it!” he remembered his father announce.

“Honestly, I can’t really answer that. I don’t doubt that he has great plans for France but in truth I think it’s his ruthlessness that got him this far”

That made Beauchamp interested “Oh? That’s interesting. What about the rumours about your father’s funding being connected to unscrupulous characters?”

“Unfortunately my father prefers I stay out of his finances so I have no idea. Though I can’t deny nor confirm anything”

Beauchamp was confused. Not too long ago Albert was devoted to his father. Now the Viscount was dragging his name through the mud. Maybe that old man was onto something.
“One last thing. We received reports from an anonymous person that your father’s War exploits are forged and that his military awards were wrongfully given. They claim your father was part of the reason why the planet Geniva fell during the war”

Albert remembered Haydee and her story. He knew his father was fighting there the same time she lost her family. Those reports hit far too close to home. In all honesty, Albert wouldn’t be surprised if his father had been involved.

“If it’s true then Paris will know soon enough. As will I” he simply stated.

Beauchamp turned off the recording device, interview done “Thanks Albert. Hey, are you ok? You look... weird” he looked at Albert across from him, eyes dark and fists clenched.
“I’m fine. Please excuse me Beauchamp”

--

Albert walked aimlessly down the streets of Paris with no destination in mind. He just wanted to be by himself and think about everything that had happened recently. Albert sighed thinking back to the day he followed his father, how cold and uncaring he was about the tragic fate of an innocent man. Of Haydee’s story about loosing her home and family with a sinking stomach worried that his father had a hand in it. Of his mother’s portrait savagely ruined by her husband no less. Lost in thought he continued down the streets until one of the big screens on the buildings caught his attention.

A news caster was interviewing Andreas talking about the latest gossip. Andreas, with a wink at the camera, announced his engagement to Eugene. Albert gasped, eyes widening at the announcement “Oh Eugene...” he whispered in sympathy. There was nothing he could do for her. Before their engagement had been bearable because they were friendly without the need to force anything. Albert knew next to nothing about Andreas. Was he even a good person? Would he treat Eugene well? And what about her real love Louise? What would happen to them now Andreas would be her husband? Albert would have never kept them apart but Andreas would never stand for it.

Albert ran back to the Danglar mansion but was denied entry by a sympathetic servant. The Barron had forbid him from entering. Albert had no choice but to walk away. Upstairs Eugene learnt about her new engagement and was horrified. She tried to reason with her father but he refused to listen. She begged and pleaded with him to change her mind, telling him how miserable she’d be but he once again ignored her pleas. Heartbroken she fled the mansion in search of Albert. She desperately needed a friend to confide in and ask advice from. Louise could only communicate by letter and she didn’t yet know where she was hiding.

She searched far and wide but found no trace of Albert. He wasn’t at home nor was he in any of his favourite spots of the city. When the rain began to pour she had to accept defeat and return home.

To escape the rain Albert took shelter in his and Franz’s secret hiding place. He sat under the window arms curled around his knees listening to the rain fall. He felt so helpless. No matter what he did, there was nothing he could do to save Eugene from a loveless marriage. He could go to the Count for help but the man had already done enough by reuniting Eugene with Louise. Albert couldn’t demand him to help more despite their relationship.

Albert heard footsteps ascend the staircase and Franz appeared. The two locked eyes with Franz being the first to look away, their earlier argument still fresh in their minds.

“I heard about Eugene’s engagement. Are you alright?” Franz asked

The brunette shrugged “I guess. I don’t love Eugene but I’m still worried about her. What if Andreas isn’t a good husband to her?”

“Yeah. I’m worried too” it was then he noticed the Count’s pocket watch, the very watch that sparked this whole fiasco and frowned “I also heard about what Villefort tried to do. Were you injured?”

“Just a flesh wound. Don’t worry, I’m taking care of it”

Silence fell between them for a long while. Eventually Franz cracked “Why did you do it?” Albert looked at him “Why would you risk your life for the Count like that? Surely there must have been a better option”

Albert sighed getting to his feet “You weren’t there Franz. I saw the gun and I just ran ok? Besides, what was I supposed to do? Let him get shot?”

“Yes” Franz snapped “Because your life is more important than some con man fake Lord”

“Oh boy, not again” complained Albert “Are you seriously bringing that up now? For goodness sake. He saved my life on Luna. He saved me from dying of poison. He even reunited Eugene with Louise. What is it going to take for you to see there is good in him?”

Franz sneered “I can’t believe you can be so blind. Every bad thing that’s happened to the people we know all started after he came to Paris. He’s connected to everything. You can’t tell me that’s all just a coincidence”

“You’re blaming him for everything? Do you realise how crazy you sound right now? How can one man be responsible for everything?”

Franz suddenly grabbed by the arms tightly, unintentionally gripping at the wounded arm. “Why, Albert? Why do you defend him? Ever since that man has come into our lives you’ve completely changed. I won’t stand for this anymore”

“Let me go Franz”

“Not until you tell me why. What did the Count do to earn such devotion? What tricks has he played with your mind to make you this way? Please, just tell me. Why?!”

“Because I’m in love with him, that’s why!” Albert yelled pushing Franz away. A deafening silence fell upon them. Franz stared in disbelief at Albert unable to comprehend what he had just heard. Albert’s shoulders sank “I... I love him Franz” he said much softer with such devotion.

In that moment, Franz’s heart split in two. He turned away from Albert. Moving to place his hands on the back of a desk chair face obscured by his hair. “Franz... I’m still me” Albert began to speak “I – I know it’s a lot to take in and believe me, I’ve struggled with it myself but – but I don’t want to keep this secret anymore”

“... Get out” Franz practically snarled

“F-Franz, I –”

“Get out. Get out!” he repeated “I can’t even look at you right now” when Albert didn’t move he yelled “GET OUT!” as loud as he could. Albert ran out of the hideout with tears in his eyes thinking Franz now hated him. Once he was gone, Franz collapsed to his knees sobbing. Franz felt his heart not only break but shatter. Albert, his Albert, his sweet innocent Albert, had been swept away by none other than the Count of Monte Cristo. Franz felt bile in his throat just thinking about Albert giving himself to the Count.

“Why Albert? Why him? Why him... And not me?” he asked the empty air. Franz wallowed in his melancholy. “Damn you Count...”

--  

Again Albert found himself wandering the streets of Paris this time getting soaked by the rain. He cared not. He was sure his best friend now hated him and was disgusted by him. His attention was caught by the sounds of hoof steps and neighing. He looked up to see the Count’s horse drawn carriage pull up beside him.

“Albert? I thought it was you” spoke the Count rolling down the window “Whatever are you doing out in the rain without an umbrella? You’ll catch a chill”

Albert looked downcast “I know. Sorry, I’m just having a bad day. I had another fight with Franz”

“Oh dear” responded the Count stepping out of his carriage. “By your expression it must have been a trying one. What happened?”

The Viscount looked away guiltily “I – I told him about us. He didn’t take it well. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tell him, it just slipped out”

“Albert, you have nothing to apologise for” he said softly “It wasn’t fair of me to expect you to keep it from your friends. In truth, I’m glad you care enough about me to tell Franz” Albert smiled shyly “Actually, I’m about to depart on another journey into deep space. How about you join me and get away from the city”

Albert flushed “Just... The two of us?” he asked

The Count chuckled “Well my servants will be there as well but for all intents and purposes yes. Just the two of us”

The Viscount nodded “Then yes. Please, take me away from Paris. As far away as we can go”

--

The interior of the Count’s Space ship was just as grand as Albert imagined. The shuttle he had taken to go to Luna, though first class, was nothing in comparison. Waiting for take off Albert sat next to the Count snuggled up against the older man. The Count’s arm around his shoulder as they both gazed out of the window.

“I never got to thank you for repairing my mother’s portrait” murmured Albert “You really didn’t have to”

“Nonsense. Even if she’s gone I should at least make a good impression to your mother”

Albert chuckled softly “Still, thank you. Where are we going?”

“We are heading to the far reaches of Eastern Space. I have some business to deal with and after that I will show you the true beauties of the Galaxy”

“Sounds wonderful. I can’t wait”

The Count pressed a kiss to the crown of Albert’s head “And later on, while we fly through the stars, I intend to make you mine completely”

Albert flushed with desire just as the ship took off.

--

“General Morcerf. You’re on in five minuets. Please take your place on the stage”

“What of Albert? Where is he?”

The man shook his head “I’m sorry Sir. No one can find him. We’ve searched everywhere but as far as we can tell he’s not in the City”

He turned away scowling. “Damn brat. He should have been here hours ago”

It was the last leg of the election and he was set to make a speech to the public. Albert not being there to show support was going to garner the wrong kind of attention. Morcerf sighed straitening himself up. He would deal with Albert’s insolence later. First he had an adoring public to meet. He had no idea what in a car heading for the National Assembly was a face he’d thought he’d never see again. A face that would bring him to ruin.

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Once the ship had reached cruising speed Albert could truly enjoy both the beauty of space and the luxurious interior of the ship. Now changed into a colourful robe and slippers, he used the Count’s telescope to get a better look at the shining stars of the galaxy.  

“This is amazing” he breathed “the earth looks so small from here”  

“Yes. In the vast Cosmos, it is nothing more than a tiny speck of dust” Spoke the Count also dressed in the same robe “It truly does make you think how humans have made such an impact on the galaxy”  

“Yeah. Now that we’re so far away, all the problems that I've been agonizing over seem a lifetime away. Thank you for bringing me with you”  

The Count smiled “If anything I should be thanking you. I would have been dreadfully lonely if you hadn’t agreed to join me on this trip”  

Albert flushed. His face becoming red around the Count was starting to become normality at this point. Still, he pressed himself close to the Count “At this rate, my face will be permanently pink if you keep talking like that”  

--  

On earth Eugene sighed into her tea cup. She was all alone. Both Franz and Albert had left the city, Franz on some important business and Albert on a trip into deep space with the Count of Monte Cristo. Eugene would have laughed if not for the bitter expression on Franz’s face when he told Eugene what had happened between them.  

“Apparently, he thinks he’s in love with the Count. Can you believe how naïve he’s being?” Franz told her in anger “Now he’s gone off to who knows where and right in the middle of his father’s campaign”  

Eugene really didn’t want to be the one to hurt him further but she couldn’t lie to Franz. “I know. Albert told me about his relationship some time ago”  

Franz spluttered indignantly “You knew? You knew and you didn’t try to talk him out of it?”  

“Why should I have? Just because we were engaged at the time didn’t mean I had the right to deny Albert his happiness”  

“How long? How long has this – this affair been going on?” he demanded, words like ash on his tongue “Tell me!”   

Eugene sighed “Sine the day you all visited his home in the city. From what I gather it started after the Count saved him from drowning”  

Franz looked even more devastated “All this time... All this time he’s been carrying on with that - that cad... It’s not fair. Why him? Why the Count of all people? Why not...” he trailed off but Eugene understood what he was insinuating. It didn’t surprise her. She had long suspected that Franz’s feelings for Albert were much more than just friendship. Though she highly doubted Albert felt the same way. Even before the Count appeared in their lives Albert had never once shown romantic feelings to Franz.  

“Franz...”  

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore. Albert will see the truth soon enough when I return”  

Eugene couldn’t help but worry about that last statement.  

--  

Back on the Count’s ship the two were relaxing in the main viewing room. Above them was the milky way that they could see through the observatory. “Before I happily made your acquaintance I traveled about the universe operating a ship similar to this one by myself”  

“I’m impressed. You flew it all by yourself?”  

“Yes. At the time I was quite proud of the fact that I was able to develop the skills needed to operate it single handily. During my travels, I learned of another name for the milky way above us. Some call it the river of heaven”  

Albert smiled “I think I like that better it sounds romantic”  

“Indeed. There’s also a story that goes with it. According to legend, two lovers live on the opposite banks of the galaxy separated by the river of heaven. Once a year they cross the river and are reunited” he closed his eyes “Long ago I had a friend, a sailor who was born in Marseille. I heard that story many times from him”  

“Your friend must have been very much in love” Albert commented  

The Count shook his head “No. My friend once had a fiancé he cared for dearly and a best friend he felt at ease with. These three were childhood friends and were always keeping an eye out for one another. Unfortunately, over the years the best friend had fallen in love with the fiancé. Consumed by his jealousy and obsession over having her, he had the sailor framed for a crime he did not commit. Unbeknownst to anyone, the sailor spent a decade locked away in a prison in the depths of space” the Count paused for Albert to take in the story “I was only by a miracle that the sailor was set free and he returned to Marseille only to find his fiancé had not waited and instead had married the best friend instead. So blinded by his anger, he never returned to Marseille again”  

“That’s... So sad” Albert whispered “I wonder why she didn’t wait for the sailor to come home”  

“Well Albert, ten years is a long time to wait for someone-”  

Suddenly Albert was up on his feet proclaiming “But she should have! If she truly loved him then she should have waited for him for as long as it took. If it had been you who had been sent away, I would have waited for you forever!” Albert didn’t just turn pink; he went as red as a tomato and then pale as a ghost when he realized what he had just confessed. Albert snapped his head away in embarrassment but was quickly turned back by cold blue hands. His eyes met the mismatched ones of the Count for a moment before the older man pulled him for a gentle, sweet kiss. He sighed into the kiss all but melting into the Count’s firm embrace.  

When they pulled away, he was shocked to see the Count's eyes shining with unshed tears “Count?”  

“Albert... my Knight, my Prince, my dear, dear boy... How I adore you so” he whispered with such reverence it made Albert want to cry from happiness. This time he took the lead, pulling the taller man down by his collar to kiss him once more.  

--  

Back on Earth General Morcerf reveled in the cheers of his name. His victory was all but assured. He waved to the ecstatic crowd unaware of the young woman waiting in the wings glaring at him with cold eyes. Haydee had finally come to face the man who had taken everything from her. Now it was her turn to return the favour.  

--  

Albert once again found himself on his back, this time on a bed of purple silk and rose-scented pillows. The robe he had been wearing now laying on the floor leaving him bare underneath the older man. He was a tad nervous. He’d never been with anyone like this, let alone someone no doubt as experienced as the Count. He worried he wouldn’t match up to any past lovers or worst still, the Count would find him subpar.  

His worries were swiftly abated when he was kissed breathless yet again. “You truly are a vision Albert” he whispered into his ear, nipping his earlobe causing Albert to gasp. Cold blue hands ran up and down his bare body making him shiver with anticipation. His own hands clutched at the robe the Count still wore.  

“Please” Albert panted “Oh god, please...”  

The Count hummed approvingly “And what does the dear Viscount want?”  

“You. Please, I need you” he begged propriety out the window at this point. His pleas were answered when the Count spread his legs apart, cold hands gliding downwards. Finally he felt the Count’s fingers enter him, long and skilled that found that special spot within moments. Pleasure engulfed him once more sighing with relief that this was finally happening. This sent on for several minutes, the Count taking his time in pulling Albert apart. He savored the young Viscount’s moans and gasps as Albert rocked his hips along with his fingers. All the while he kept kissing Albert barely allowing him to breathe.  

Finally Albert was sobbing from the stimulation. It was too much yet not near enough.  “Count!” he cried back arching “Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours” the Count groaned in response now at his own limit. He withdrew his fingers causing Albert to whimper from the loss. The Count moved to align himself with Albert’s entrance. Albert held a breath as his lover slowly breached his hole. It felt like an eternity till he bottomed out inside Albert. The burn was exquisite, the feeling of fullness unparalleled. Finally, finally, they were one. “Move” he gasped after a moment.  

The Count began rocking his hips gently. The movement made Albert practically purr. Every brush against his prostate sent shockwaves down his spine. “Faster” he whispered  

“My, aren’t you demanding” The Count smiled breathlessly before speeding up his thrusts, angling his hips to now hit Albert’s prostate dead on. The change made Albert all but screamed from pleasure, his eyes rolling back from wave after wave. The Count didn’t stop. If anything his thrusts quickened in pace. The pleasure was unrelenting. Albert couldn’t think straight if his life depended on it.  

“Yes, yes, yes!” he wailed hips arching into the thrusts desperately. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” he cried out again, the Count now pounding into him relentlessly. The Count was silent apart from the litany of grunts with every thrust, his handsome face contorted with bliss. It had been so long since he’d been with anyone. The Viscount below him was driving him to the brink of insanity.  

Albert in turn had lost all sense. The intense build-up of pleasure was making him almost dizzy. He was getting close to the edge, so close he could almost taste it. Suddenly the Count grabbed both his legs and placed them over his shoulders. Now almost bent in half, Albert had no escape, not that he would even try. Stopping was the farthest thing from his mind at that point.  

“I – I’m gonna cum!” he warned wide-eyed  

“Me too...” groaned the Count “Albert...!”  

Albert gasped. The thought of the Count coming inside him, hot and wet and filling him to the brim, was enough to send him over the edge. The tightened coil snapped and Albert bellowed his completion. Streaks to white-coated his stomach and chest as his body convulsed and shook.  

Above him the Count’s thrusts stuttered. He fucked Albert through his orgasm until he too joined him in ecstasy. A broken, low groan escaped his throat and Albert felt his hot release fill him deep inside him. His penis gave one last spurt from the feeling before the lovers collapsed on the bed panting heavily. It took more than a few minutes for Albert’s senses to return. The afterglow left him light and giddy  

“...Wow...” was all Albert could muster.   

The Count chuckled lightly in response “I think...” he spoke moving to rest on his forearms so he could meet Albert’s eyes “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you speechless”  

Albert smiled himself “You keep that up and I may never speak again” he winced slightly when the Count pulled out. The older man then laid down next to Albert with his head on the pillow, long hair spread about like a dark halo. An idea popped into Albert’s seeing the Count spread out like that. Smirking Albert sat up and moved himself to sit on the Count’s lap, eager to begin round two.  

--  

 Back on earth, Franz had made his way to Maxamillian's home in Marseille in order to speak with Valentine’s grandfather. Valentine was still recovering slowly with Maxamillian ever the constant vigil.  

“Monsieur Noté, please you must tell me. What is Gankutsuou?” at first, he thought the man was unable to answer but then he shocked Franz when his arm, which Franz realized was a robotic replacement, came off. Inside was a self-writing pen that contained the answers he so desperately needed. He set pen to paper and watched as it wrote what the elderly man could not speak.  

The note stated that Franz would need the password in order to connect with Noté directly through his mind. It didn’t take Franz long to realize the password was the name of his beloved granddaughter. When he wrote down the answer using said pen, he was whisked away into the mind of her grandfather. He thanked him and his friends for protecting Valentine and then, at long last, Franz received the answer he needed to protect Albert. Gankutsuou was Edmound Dantes.  

--  

At the National assembly the crowd suddenly grew quiet when Hadee walked into the light, a look of fierce determination on her young face. Those in attendance were surprised to see someone from the eastern space stand before them.  

“I realise that I am late but I have come to pledge my support to you General Morcerf” she announced with a bow, lying through her teeth. Unaware of what was about to happen, Morcerf gladly allowed her to take the stage thinking it would further his appeal to the masses. The crowd applauded thinking the exact same thing. “My name is Haydee. Many circumstances have brought me here and I have waited eagerly for some time for the day I would get to meet General Morcerf”  

“You’re too kind” Morcerf praised “If I may ask, by any chance have we met each other? I feel as though we’ve met before”  

She nodded “We have. I have never forgotten that day. It was ten years ago when I was four years old on the planet of Jania” she inwardly smirked as his face went pale. “You did us the great honor of protecting us from our enemies. You were an officer with the Space Defence Force. You were a patriot defending our world. At least that’s what I believed” her eyes narrowed “Until that day”  

“Who... who in the world are you?” Morcerf asked shakily  

“I am but a sad woman who had the terrible fortune of losing her father on Jania. Then, before I could even begin to mourn him, I was sold to slave traders along with my mother” she didn’t give him time to speak, not that he had the wits to do so. “My father fell victim to the intrigues of a young officer and lost his life as a result”  

Morcerf coughed awkwardly “What does any of this have to do with today’s proceedings?”  

“Are you telling me your past has nothing to do with your precious election General Morcerf? Or rather, Fernand Montague?” he stuttered hearing his real name come from this strange woman. All around whispers began to build on what was going on. Haydee continued on now boldened further by his fear “Ladies and gentlemen, I am Haydee Tevelyn. The daughter of Ali Tevelyn. The Pasha of Jania and his wife, Vashaliki!” Morcerf was rendered speechless. “My father was destroyed by your conspiracy and my mother, chained and bound to slavery, lost her life to despair. There are no justifications for your actions”  

Finally, Morcerf managed to speak “NO! This is a conspiracy made by my rivals to disrupt my campaign! There is no truth to your words!”  

“You shut your mouth, Fernand Montague!” Haydee shouted back equally as furious. “If the good people of Paris need proof of my misery and your lies then they shall have it” she then pulled down the collar around her neck to show a slavery mark branded forever into her skin. “Proof that will never fade. Proof the slave traders branded into me after I was handed over to them by that man. Proof of everything I have endured!” By now she was in tears remembering her mother and what she had suffered at the hands of those awful people. “Fernand Montague, you can change your name however you wish. But the blood of my father that splattered on your forehead that day will never disappear, as long as you live!”  

--  

On the Count’s ship, Albert slowly awakened. His body ached but in that delicious pleasant way that made him sigh contently. Beside him, the Count remained asleep. His face was so serine in sleep that Albert didn’t have the heart to wake him. Pulling the covers over the still sleeping man Albert got up from the bed. He grabbed a change of clothes making his way to the adjoined bathroom. He was still a mess from their lovemaking so Albert had a quick shower before dressing properly.  

Once done in the bathroom Albert decided to let the Count sleep on. Albert quietly shut the door behind him leaving to go explore more of the ship. If the observation room was anything to go by then he didn’t doubt the rest of the ship would be just as incredible. He noted that the ship was traveling at light speed once more which made Albert eager to see their first destination. In his awed wanderings Albert found himself in the ship’s expansive library. Floor to ceiling bookshelves covered the walls with a desk and chair at the centre of it all. He should have known the Count would bring a library with him.  

“I don’t think he’d mind if I borrowed a book or two. I should probably brush up on my eastern space languages so I don’t make a fool of myself” he thought aloud walking into the library. Whilst looking for said books, his attention was drawn to the Count’s desk. It was tidy and organized with stacks of important documents placed on top. Albert would have moved on if it had not been that he spotted his father’s name on one of the pages.  

--  

The Count was jolted awake by something heavy landing on top of him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself covered in the documents he had kept in the library, and above him was stood a tearful yet enraged Albert. He paled realizing what was wrong. “Albert-”  

“Financial documents going back years. Receipts for private investigators dating back months. Enough dirt on my father to fill a fucking grave!” the Viscount yelled “Not just him but Villefort and Eugene’s father. You’ve been doing this since before we even met on Luna!”  

The count unceremoniously pulled himself out of bed “Albert, wait. I can explain”  

“Explain what?! That you’ve been lying to me this whole time? That you’ve just been using me to get to my father? Is that it?!”  

For once the Count was silent, unable to say anything. That just enraged Albert further. Albert turned on his heel and stormed out of the bedroom like the very ground offended him. He pushed past Bertuccio who had come to check on them when he heard shouting.  

“Send me home. How” he ordered sternly striding past  

“Albert, wait” the Count continued to follow whilst dressing in his clothing “If you would just let me explain-”  

They made it to the observation room before Albert faced him once more “You used me! All this time you were just using me to destroy my father! I thought - I thought you actually cared about me...” tears began to well in his eyes “I was so – so foolish to trust you. Franz tried to warn me but I wouldn’t listen. I was so stupid!” he yelled past the Count “Send me home right now!”  

Knowing this was only going to escalate, Bertuccio did as ordered and began the process to send Albert back to earth.  

“Albert please, just listen for a moment” spoke the Count almost pleading “I know that you’re angry and you have every right to be but If you would just let me explain-”  

Albert sneered “So you can spout more pretty lies? So you can manipulate me once more? I’m sorry Excellency but that’s not going to happen” from the console Bertuccio began to shut the door that would place Albert in the smaller attached ship bound back for earth.  

“Wait, no!” gasped the Count now sounding panicked “Albert, please. I-I'm sorry!” Bertuccio was shocked. He’d never heard his Master speak in such a way to anyone before. “Albert... Albert, don’t leave me!”  

Albert turned his head away rejecting the Count, his eyes shining with unshed tears as the doors shut separating them. The smaller ship then dethatched itself and set off on its course bound for the Marseille spaceport.  

Back in the observation room, the Count’s knees gave out from under him as a searing pain engulfed his mind. He fell back onto the nearby chair hands covering his eyes. Gankutsuou was a raging storm beneath his skin, Albert leaving him had sent the creature inhabiting his body into a terrifying rage. All the while what humanity left in his blackened heart was screaming out into the void in agony. For the first time in years since he had allowed Gankutsuou to become one with him, he shed a tear.  

“I know those eyes... torturing me...” he whispered through shuddered breaths recalling the cold fury of betrayal in Albert’s bright eyes “I wonder though. Can either of us... really ever be free?” Gankutsuou roared loudly from within. Suddenly the Count snapped back to himself. No! This would not stand. He bolted from his seat “Bertuccio!”  

“Y-Yes Master?”  

“We are returning to Paris immediately”  

In the smaller ship, Albert was curled into himself hot angry tears streaming down his face “So it's me who's been the fool for all this time...”  

Chapter Text

The city of Paris, all of France itself, was abuzz with what happened at the national assembly. It was all anyone could talk about with the election itself being only a short time away. Haydee's words had shocked France to its core and General Morcerf’s reaction to the slave mark on her neck had only strengthened her accusations against him. Albert had no idea the mess he was returning to till he entered the station. Seeing what had happened on the news broadcast stunned the young Viscount to his core. Haydee’s proclamation nearly shattered him where he stood.  

Shaking his head, Albert left the station and hailed a cab. His anger at the Count would have to wait. For now, he needed to speak with his father. The cab took him to the international space quarters where his father's office was. Outside the building were dozens of reporters waiting for a glance of the now-disgraced General.  

He managed to get through the crowd and past the guards while trying to ignore the reporter’s endless questions and insults. They called his father a liar, a fraud, and even claimed his family was not real nobility. As he walked through the empty halls of the building, Albert couldn’t help but think back on his fight with the Count.  

“Albert... Albert, don’t leave me!” The Count had sounded so desperate, so genuine that Albert had to look away before his broken heart forced him to return to the older man’s side. All the anger from earlier had dissipated into a deep sense of grief. His heart ached to return to him but he couldn’t. Not when the Count had betrayed him so grievously. 

When Albert reached his father’s office, he was denied entry. His father wasn’t there but he didn’t believe it. Albert knew the safest place for his father in this perilous moment would be locked inside his guarded office. General Morcerf just didn’t want to explain himself to his son. Albert’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. Inform my father that I shall be waiting for him at home. Also, inform him that I believe Miss Haydee’s accusations”  

Inside Fernand was a frightful mess. In the span of a few hours, everything had gone to hell. Everything he had worked so hard to accomplish was now going up in smoke before his very eyes. As he wallowed one of his guards walked in. “I’ve done everything I could but explaining everything to the National assembly is going to be difficult. They’ve already begun talks of issuing subpoenas” he paused. “Also, your son was just here. As per your orders, I've told him you weren't here”  

“Did he say anything?”  

The guard paused “Your son said... to inform you that he believed the accusations against you”  

The weary General sighed sinking back into his chair “So my son has turned against me. Damn it all...”  

--  

Away from the media chaos, Eugenie was trying to escape her home only to be caught by her father trying to leave the estate. “Why can't you just do what you told for once in your life?” he half lectured, half scolded before turning on the nearby servants “Was I talking to myself when I told you my daughter is not to leave this estate? Call security!”  

Eugenie wrenched herself free from his grasp “Something awful is happening to my oldest friend’s family and you want me to ignore it?!”  

“You fool. If you went out there, those journalists would eat you alive. They'll blend fact and fiction about your relationship with Albert until you’re nothing but a public joke!”  

“So, what!? I don’t care about that!” that’s when he slapped her. It was the first time he’d ever laid a hand on his daughter.  

He panted for a moment before continuing “This isn't just about you. One wrong word from you and I could lose everything to public scandal. I won’t allow anything to lower your value any further, including your behavior” he ordered the security to keep her within the estate.  

Andreas appeared from the side-line as she wiped away the tears from her eyes “Eugenie, are you truly that afraid for you dear Viscount? Just give the word and I will go in your place to inquire about Albert’s well-being”  

Eugenie stepped away from him. Despite her desperation to know if her friend was ok, she still didn’t trust Andreas. He was far too much like her father for her to ever feel comfortable around him. Though it seemed Andreas saw that as merely a challenge to win her over.  

--  

Albert managed to catch a ride from Lucian away from the gathered reporters. During this, he lectured Albert over going into the Headquarters like he had entered the belly of the beast. Albert ignored it for a while till a news flash on the dashboard caught his attention. It was about an article written about his father by Beauchamp, using the details Albert had given him during their interview.  

Seeing this, Albert began to laugh. He laughed and laughed to the point where Lucian began to think his friend was having a breakdown. “Uh, are you ok?”  

“Just take me to Beauchamp. I'll explain when we get there”  

Confused, Lucian did as he was instructed. When Beauchamp finally met them in his office, both he and Beauchamp expected Albert to fly off the handle over the article. However, Albert just sat there with his arms crossed looking up at Beauchamp with a firm expression. “I read the article. I know you wouldn’t have been able to publish it without hard proof and my word wouldn’t be enough. So, what proof did you find against my father?”  

The taller man sighed “Jeeze, you’re smarter than I took you for” he said taking a seat across from them “You’re right. I do have proof and for what it's worth, I'm sorry” he then presented the proof he had acquired. A copy of a title deed he had bought on the black market in the empire. Hard evidence that a man named Fernand Montague, who Haydee claimed was his father, had sold Haydee and her mother into slavery for a hundred million francs. Underneath the deed of an image of a slaver stamp, the very same that was branded on Haydee’s neck.  

Albert’s heart sank, knowing his father truly had done the unspeakable for something as pathetic as money. “What else did you find out?”  

“I discovered that all traces of Fernand Montague had been erased from the records. It was like he never existed. My guess is when he returned to his home in Marseille, he used the money to buy orders of nobility illegally and that’s when he took on a new identity” explained Beauchamp  

“I also found out that Montague was an old friend of Judge Villefort. It’s most likely that he used his connections to Villefort to have his name wiped from any official records to make his claim to nobility sound legitimate” added Lucian.  

“All this time...” Albert muttered to himself, fists clenching his trousers “All these years he’s been parading around this lie, and my mother... she just went along with it? Why?”  

Beauchamp shrugged “Maybe she didn’t know. I don’t remember your mother well but I can’t see her being embroiled in this kind of thing. I think this is solely the work of your father”  

“Albert please, just listen for a moment” he remembered the Count saying to him “I know that you’re angry and you have every right to be but If you would just let me explain-” 

Was the Count... trying to tell me this? Was this why he was digging up dirt on my father? Without saying a word, Albert rose from his seat and exited the room. His plans were unknown even to himself.  

Meanwhile, in the safety of Marseille, Franz was wracking his brains trying to work out how Gankustuou was connected to the Count of Monte Cristo. According to valentine’s grandfather, Gankutsuou was a man named Edmond Dantes but he remembered from past conversations with Albert that Edmond Dantes was dead and that General Morcerf had a hand in his death. He theorized that perhaps after Dantes died, Gankustuou found a new host within the Count. That would explain a lot about the other man and why Albert had become so infatuated with him in such a short period.  

Franz scowled remembering Albert saying that he had fallen in love with that damned Count. It made his guts twist just thinking about it. Maxamillian commented on his expression, later on, remarking it to that of a stewed prune. Franz walked around the room for a bit when his eyes landed on an old photo on the wall. It was that of a grand spaceship with several people in front of it smiling at the camera. Upon closer inspection, Franz gasped.  

Standing in the foreground with his arm around a smiling younger Mercedes was a man whose name was signed underneath. Edmond Dantes.  

--  

It was thanks to Peppo that Albert even managed to get into his house. Both front and back were surrounded by paparazzi so Peppo showed him a secret servant’s entrance to use. They did not follow him inside. Peppo quietly said goodbye to him as he crawled inside the small entrance before vanishing into the treeline.  

Inside Albert called out for his father but got no answer. The house was encased in darkness, the servants all gone. Without them, the house was eerily quiet. It was obvious that he was completely alone in the house but that was exactly what Albert wanted. He made haste to his father’s bedroom where his mother’s old vanity stood. All the jewels were missing, the servants most likely taking them with them as a final payment. Now not caring if he was caught, Albert used all his strength to break apart the vanity. It took only a few knocks and kicks before the lock finally broke allowing him to see what was inside.  

Inside the small drawer, he found a sealed envelope and his mother’s private journal. He opened the sealed envelope first, finding inside a photo of a well-dressed man receiving an award of some kind. The face was familiar but in the dark Albert couldn’t quite figure out who it was.  

He then grabbed the journal and stepped into the moonlight so he could read it properly. The journal was filled with entries dating back before he was even born when his mother was close to his age. He learned that it was true from the entries that his mother was indeed not true nobility. She had been born in a small village outside of Marseille to working-class parents and her mother had arranged for her hand in marriage to a Merchant who had a lot of money but very little care for her.  

Many of the entries had been either ripped out or crossed out but one page stood out among the rest. The sentence ‘Edmond is dead' was repeated over and over again. The entries stopped completely after that save for one last entry dated shortly before her death.  

I fear for my life. I think he knows I know what he did to Edmond. I’m so scared he’ll hurt us. I’m so sorry Edmond. I never should have trusted Fernand. Please, God, don’t let him take Albert away from me. He’s all I have left.  

Albert stood there trembling like a leaf. His mother’s last written words stared him in the face. “That's why... That's why you wanted me to take you to Luna” he whispered voice breaking “Even in death, Father would never let you go. That’s why he had you cremated. Mother... Mother, I'm so sorry...” He began to weep like a child, like the young boy he used to be holding his mother’s hand as she passed away. Suddenly, Albert gasped as a long-buried memory returned full force.  

“Here you go Albert” General Morcerf said smiling as he handed his young son a box of eastern space tea “Now remember, your mother isn't feeling well so look after her while I'm gone. Make sure to give her this special tea I got for her and she’ll be right as rain”  

The twelve-year-old Albert nodded solemnly “Yes Sir. I’ll make sure she gets it”  

“That’s my boy. Oh, and remember. This is our little secret, ok?”  

Albert’s eyes were wide as saucers, his heart pounding in his chest. “The tea... the tea was poison!” he gasped in horror “That's why she kept getting sicker. He – that bastard made me give her poison!” all sorrow had been replaced with pure, unbridled rage. Now everything made sense. It wasn’t grief that made his father erase her memory, it had been guilt.  

He stormed out of the empty house running into the streets. He couldn’t stand to be in that damned place a moment longer.  

--  

Franz too had come to a startling revelation. After talking to Maxamillian about the photo, the soldier explained that the man had been a crewman on his father’s ship and that he had been wrongfully imprisoned for a crime he didn’t commit. After Maxamillian brought up the ship’s old roster, Franz could now see the resemblance between Edmound and the Count clear as day. Whatever Gankustuou did to him had shifted his appearance enough so no one old enough would recognize him but there were still enough similarities for it to be the same person.  

Franz also discovered that Eugenie's father had also been on the roster as the ship’s purser. Franz unconsciously clicked on the photo of Edmound which led him to more photos of the man. He ended up on the photo of a wedding celebration of Edmond and Mercedes. On a table near the happy couple were Morcerf and Dangler.  

“Albert’s mother? So that’s what this is all about!” he shot from his seat the chair clattering to the ground “That cad. Leading Albert on like that, I have to find him. He's in danger”  

--  

Albert banged his fist on the door of the Count’s city home, demanding to speak with Haydee. When the door opened, he was stunned to see none other than Luigi Vampa standing at the door along with the woman who had tortured him. Luigi was sporting several more facial scars and was now wearing an eyepatch over one eye. “So, you’re the Morcerf brat that cost me my eye. How did a twit like you get the protection of the King of the Cavern?”  

Albert blinked “W-what are you doing here?”  

“How naive. Why don’t you tell him” The woman said, stepping aside for a third person to show themselves. Albert held back a gasp when he saw Peppo standing before him unable to look him in the eye.  

“Peppo? But you said you left the bandit gang”  

They shook their head “The truth is Albert is that I was paid by Crown Judge Villefort to keep an eye on you. When he was arrested, I had no choice but to tell them that the Estate was now empty after you and the Count left earth”  

“But - But what about Haydee? And Armie?”  

Luigi chuckled “Do not worry. They have not been harmed. Mostly. We let them go free. As far as we know, they’ve gone to meet their Master at the spaceport”  

“But why? Why were you paid to spy on me? What does Villefort have to gain from that?” he demanded an answer  

Luigi spoke again “Because it was planned for you to die on Luna. You see, it was all planned by General Morcerf for you to die and he’d get to play the grieving father. It was all a twisted ploy to win the support of his voters. You were just no longer useful to him”  

Albert wanted to be shocked, to be horrified at what Luigi had just said but he couldn’t. He just felt numb. He bolted from the estate running towards the station as fast as he could, unaware that Franz was heading there as well by cab.  

Albert ran through the station till he reached the shipping docks just in time for the Count’s return. Haydee was already there waiting. Albert was going to get answers from the Count. One way or another, he was going to make the man talk.  

Chapter Text

Albert steadied himself as he saw the Count once more. The older man exited his grand ship with his cloak and hair billowing in the wind. He had come full circle since their first meeting on Luna. Despite everything Albert felt his heart race seeing the other man, even in the face of betrayal, his heart wouldn’t allow him to forget his feelings. 

The two at last locked eyes with the other, neither one speaking. Haydee couldn’t help but step away from the intensity of their gaze. She had no idea what was to happen now that they had reunited and in all honestly, Haydee was scared for the Count. 

“Why aren't you saying anything?” asked Albert at last “You had so much to say on the ship” he looked at the Count dead in the eye “Go on then. Tell me what you wanted to say back then. I want to hear it” 

The Count’s face fell “Albert...” he spoke softly “I assume thanks to Haydee’s actions you know the truth about your father” 

“Yes. I know what my father did but that doesn’t matter. What I want to know is... why did you lie to me? All this time you’ve been lying to my face as I – as I fell in love with you!” Albert shouted at him. From her spot, Haydee watched as the Count’s face changed to a look of astonishment. “Just tell me, was anything you said to me the truth. Please... don’t lie to me anymore” 

“Albert,” the Count began “While our meeting on Luna was unplanned, I did intend to use it to get to your father. However, I fear my own emotions got the better of me. As time went on, using you became unthinkable. What happened between us was real and I am sorry that I hurt so grievously” 

The younger man sniffed trying in vain to hold back tears “You - you mean it?” 

The Count walked closer towards him, holding his chin gently in his grip “Albert, look at me” Albert made himself look up into the Count’s mismatched eyes “Believe me when I say this that hurting you was never my intention. I wanted you away from Paris when the chaos started so you would be safe. I moved to Paris after learning Villefort was behind your kidnapping so I could protect you” Albert gasped “So believe me, Albert, believe my words. My plans may have begun as opportunistic revenge but that all changed when I met you” 

Albert broke. Crying he threw himself at the Count, arms wrapping around the older man’s waist. He believed him. God help him but he believed the Count. The Count returned the hug lost in his own wave of emotion. His eyes shut as for once Gankutsuou fell quiet under his skin. To say Haydee was surprised was an understatement. But for the first time, she was hopeful. Too long had she feared losing her Master to the beast that dwelled under the surface. Maybe Albert was the key to saving him after all. 

“I shall tell you the full story when we return to my estate in Auto Ville. Now -” 

The moment was shattered when another voice grew closer yelling for Albert. It was Franz running towards them with a panicked expression. “Albert! Get away from him!” 

“Franz?” 

“Why Barron Franz d’Epeny, what a surprise” 

Franz skidded to a stop panting slightly “Albert, get away from that man, he’s dangerous. He's just using you because of-” 

Albert pulled away regretfully from the Count “I know Franz. He's told me everything” 

“And you're still going with him? Are you insane?” 

“Franz, please” begged Albert “I don’t want to fight you. Just trust me when I say that the Count has been protecting me since Luna” 

Franz yelled “And you were dumb enough to believe him” he grabbed Albert’s wrist and began dragging him away from the Count’s side “Why can’t you just listen to me for once?” 

Albert broke free of his friend’s hold “What the hell is your problem? Just because you hate me for loving the Count does not give you the right to push me around!” 

“I don’t hate you because you think you love him. I hate you because you chose him over me!” Franz shouted in his face “Don’t you get it Albert? I've been in love with you for years and to see you fall for that bastard over me, it's killing me!” a heavy weight was lifted off Franz’s chest. Finally, after so long he had told Albert his true feelings. 

Albert was, in turn, dumbstruck “You... love me?” 

“Yes! Ever since we were children. I could never tell you because our lives would never allow us to be together. But I can no longer stand by and watch you be with him. Please, Albert, come with me. We can start a new life away from Paris. Away from earth even. As long as we’re together then -” 

“Franz” Albert cut him off “I... I’m sorry” he apologised 

Franz shook his head defiantly “No. No, don’t say it” 

“Franz, you are my dearest friend and the closest thing I have to a sibling but I just don’t see you the same way you see me. I’m sorry Franz, I truly am. You deserve someone who will love you fully and that person isn't me” he looked back to the Count and his entourage “we should go” 

As they walked away from Franz, something inside the blonde snapped. Without hesitation, he grabbed a white glove from his jacket pocket and threw it at the Count. “I challenge you! A duel of honour over the hand of Albert!” 

“Franz, don’t be ridiculous” Albert sighed 

The Count raised an eyebrow “My how old fashioned. And what perchance are your terms?” 

Franz answered determinedly “The time will be tomorrow at 5 a.m. A duel of longswords in single combat. If you win, Albert stays with you. If I win, you never even look at Albert again” 

Mouth agape Albert shouted, “I’m not a bloody trophy!” 

“I accept your terms,” said the Count “I shall meet you on the edge of the forest by my estate at five tomorrow” 

Again, Albert gaped at the absurdity of it all. “What? No! Don’t agree to this!” 

“I am a man of honour, Albert. I’m afraid I cannot refuse the duel your friend has declared” the Count bowed to Franz in mock respect. “Until tomorrow, Barron” 

Albert tried to dissuade the pair but the Count was already walking away. With a heavy sigh, Albert turned his attention to Franz shaking his head. “You’re insane. You think this is going to change my mind?” 

“I’m just trying to help you” Franz defended “It was the only thing I could think of” 

“Sure...” Albert responded sarcastically “Since apparently, I can't make decisions for myself” he shook his head once more “I swear, If the Count ends up hurt because of you... I will never forgive you” he then walked away leaving Franz standing there alone. 

Don’t worry Albert. I’m only doing this to save you. Once you’re free of his hold, you’ll see that I was right. And I'm not planning on hurting him. I'm going to kill him.  

-- 

The carriage ride back to the estate was tense, to say the least. 

“Count, please. You don’t have to fight Franz for me” Albert spoke while sitting next to Haydee. The Count remained silent as ever. 

Haydee spoke “Your excellency, is there nothing we can say or do to convince you to stop this duel between you and Franz?” 

“Please Count...” Albert pleaded “If - If anything were to happen to you because of me...” Suddenly the Count let out a pained grunt, trembling gloved hands coming up to cover his face. Haydee began to tear up while Albert came to his side in concern, kneeling by the Count’s side. “Count? Count, what’s wrong?” 

“G-Gankutsuou...” he muttered, hands moving to reveal the glowing purple marks upon his blue face. Albert’s eyes widened seeing it for the first time. “Not yet” The Count continued “It’s - it's not time...” 

Albert glanced back at Haydee silently pleading for an answer but she turned her head away. 

-- 

“Are you out of your mind!?” Beauchamp yelled at Franz down the phone “You challenged the Count of Monte Cristo to a duel and you think I'd be dumb enough to be your Second? Did you hit your head since the last time we talked?” 

Franz pinched the bridge of his nose “Look, are you going to be there or not? I’m trying to save Albert damn it and the only way I can do that is to kill the Count in a duel” 

Beauchamp choked and spluttered on his cigarette “Kill him!? Uh, Franz? No offence but you cried when you had to kill a rat not two months ago. I highly doubt you have the nerve to kill another person, especially someone like the Count of Monte Cristo” he put out the cigarette in the nearby ashtray “Can’t you just, I don’t know, talk to Albert or something? Why do you have to duel over this anyway?” 

“He won’t listen to me. He’s convinced he’s in love with the Count and nothing I say will get through to him” Franz said with obvious disdain 

That caught Beauchamp off guard “Wait, really? Huh... You know, that explained a lot about him actually. How long has this been going on?” 

“Eugenie said since the day we all visited the Count’s home” admitted Franz reluctantly 

At that, Beauchamp guffawed “No way! That was months ago! Holy shit, no wonder you’re so pissed” he continued to laugh at Franz’s expense causing a vein to throb in his forehead. In the end, Franz hung up the phone with an annoyed huff. Taking a long breath to calm himself, Franz dialled once more. 

-- 

At the estate, Albert paced the floor of his designated room biting his thumbnail in anxiety. When they had arrived, the Count had all but collapsed, narrowly being caught by Bertuccio. Whatever Gankutsuou was, it was draining the Count more and more with each passing day. Albert had been ushered off into a room on the top floor while the Count was taken to one of the bare cells down in the cellar to recover as Baptism explained. The Count needed to be alone to regain control of himself. 

His pacing was interrupted by the opening of his door. He smiled brightly only for it to fall when it was only Haydee with a tray of tea and biscuits. “Hello, Viscount. I thought you may like some company while the Count recovers” 

“Thank you. Please, come in” he gestured for her to join him. Haydee shut the door behind her and set the tray down on the table by the window. 

“I know you must have many questions,” she said pouring two cups of tea “I may not be able to answer them all but please feel free to ask” 

Albert nodded taking a seat across from her “Well I guess my first question is what happened to the Count back there? I know he’s sick with an illness but I've never seen anything like that before” 

Haydee hummed “Yes. I can certainly say you’ve never had. I only wish I could ease his pain like you do. When you’re around him, Gankutsuou is almost at peace” she paused to take a sip of her tea “Gankustuou is a terrible curse. After everything he’s been through, I can’t bear to see him suffer like that” 

“A curse?” Albert questioned 

She nodded “Years before the Count saved me from slavery, he too was a prisoner of circumstance. Trapped in the dark with no hope of rescue or escape. When Gankutsuou offered the chance to escape that awful darkness, he took the deal. Now that you’ve entered his life, I believe his heart is battling with the creature to stay in control” Haydee turned to him, eyes shining “Albert, I believe you are the only thing keeping Gankustuou at bay” 

Albert swallowed thickly at her words. His own emotions are in turmoil. He wanted nothing more than to help the Count as the Count had helped him. But was Albert’s love enough? He set the cup down. “I have to see him” 

“You can’t. He needs his rest-” 

“And I need to know he’s still here with me” 

Albert made his way down the numerous flights of steps towards the cell that the Count had locked himself within. Coming upon the door, Albert took a deep breath and knocked on the door “Count?” he called when no one answered “It’s Albert. You-you don’t have to open the door. Just listen” his nerves were building but he powered through “Haydee told me about what Gankutsuou is and I want you to know I don’t blame you. In your shoes I think I would have made the deal as well” he breathed a small smile “But I also want you to know that it doesn’t define who you are. Gankustuou wasn’t the one who saved my life over and over again. Gankutsuou wasn’t the one to reunite Eugenie with her lost love. It was all you. The Count who despite everything, still holds my heart fully in his hand. Please Count, don’t fight tomorrow. I couldn’t bear to lose you” 

The door opened slowly, staying open just enough for Albert to see some of the Count’s face “Albert...” the Count began softly, his voice heavy with emotion “I thank you. God only knows what I did in life to deserve someone as magnificent as you” the made Albert smile hopefully “But I am afraid I cannot back down from this duel. I fear Franz will never give up his endeavour to separate us should I refuse his challenge" his un-gloved blue hand reached out from the darkened room and Albert grasped it without hesitation. “I swear to you that I will not harm your friend but I will intend to fight for you. For us” by now tears were streaming down Albert’s face, his breaths hiccupping and cheeks red “Albert, whatever happens,” he said pulling his hand back into the darkness “know that what is left of my heart belongs only to you” the door shut on him separating them once more “After what fate deals us tomorrow, I shall tell you my true identity at last” 

-- 

Eugenie was surprised to see Franz had visited her. She greeted him with a smile but could tell there was something off about him. His smile was forced and his once bright eyes cold. She asked him what was wrong but he brushed off her concerns with a half-hearted wave. 

She frowned “Well at least you made it back in time for Albert’s birthday tomorrow” Eugenie commented. His expression told her that he had completely forgotten. 

“That was tomorrow? Oh shit, of all days?” 

“Franz, what is going on with you? You’ve got me worried” 

He sighed heavily “I... I told Albert that I loved him. He rejected me in favour of the Count” 

Her gaze softened “Oh Franz, I'm sorry. I guess it was stupid of me to ask” 

“It’s ok. I just came by to tell you that I'm gonna fight for him. I can’t let the Count ruin him” 

She sighed “This again? Franz, look. You’re my friend and I love you like an annoying brother but there comes a time when you just have to give up. I know Albert. I know how he feels about the Count. I get it. You're hurting but please, you’re only going to hurt yourself further” 

Franz shook his head defiantly “No. I just need to prove to Albert I'm serious about us. Which is why tomorrow I'm duelling the Count” he declared “And what he doesn’t know is that I know exactly how to end him” 

She blinked “I’m sorry. I think I misheard you. You what!?” 

-- 

Five a.m. drew ever closer. The Count began making preparations for his duel against Franz. Unlike modern duelling where the two opposing parties would fight in state-of-the-art mechanical armour, they would be fighting the old-fashioned way. longswords at dawn with no armour to protect them. He understood well that this fight was going to be a dangerous one. Gankutsuou was hardly the type to let a fight go without bloodshed so he would have to fight both Franz and the creature that dwelled within him. 

He finished off getting ready by tying his hair up out of the way of his face. Not far away from him stood Albert who had been silent all the while. The Count studied him for a moment, trying to recount every feature to memory. Albert walked over, arms wrapped around his waist and eyes downcast. “Just... be careful. Ok?” 

The Count tilted his chin up to look him in the eye “I promise” the two shared one last kiss before the Count had to leave. It was a kiss full of longing and desperation for Albert feared this may be the last time he’d ever get the chance. 

Breaking apart Albert whispered brokenly “Please come back to me” 

“I will” the Count vowed pulling him close “I will” 

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A thick heavy fog engulfed the forest where the duel was to be held. An ominous atmosphere for what was about to come. Franz was already there waiting as the bells tolled five o’clock. Unlike before when he wore his usual ensemble of suit and tie, he wore his best outfit of deep purple and ocean blue clothing reminiscent of the days of old Paris. On his belt hung his longsword ready for the upcoming fight. In his eyes a determined glare. 

Beside him as his second stood a very unwilling Maximillian. After receiving Franz’s call the night before, Maximillian caught the first train back to Paris to stand in as his second. The two had spent what little time they had going over the best duelling method to defeat the Count. Of course, Maximillian would rather there be no fighting and found the whole thing a rather grim reminder of his duel against Albert, but nothing he said had convinced Franz otherwise. So, he reluctantly agreed to go in support. 

“This is insane” Maximillian whispered harshly “You do realise this could get you killed, right?” Franz didn’t reply. 

From the fog appeared the Count’s car followed by his horse-drawn carriage. Out of the car stepped Baptism, Bertuccio, Haydee and Armay. From the carriage exited Albert and the Count. Franz’s glare deepened seeing the two together like that but he managed to quell his outrage. He was comforted by the fact that soon enough the Count would be dead at his feet and Albert would, at last, be free from his control. 

The Count too had changed from his usual clothing and wore a similar outfit to Franz, only his were of emerald green and midnight black with his sword at his hip. Albert appeared panic-stricken as the Count walked away from him to meet Franz at the halfway point between them. As is tradition Maximillian checked each weapon and declared that neither had been tampered with in any way. From the sidelines, Haydee held Albert’s hand, each as nervous as the other. 

“Last chance, Barron. Stand down” warned the Count 

Franz scowled “Never” 

“Have it your way then” 

Maximilian coughed then began to speak “The two parties will duel using the rules of ancient Parisian duelling. Till the point where one party can no longer fight on. The stakes have been set. The duel agreed upon. May the fight of honour commence” 

Suddenly, Albert cut in “Please, this is ridiculous! Just stop before either of you get hurt!” 

“The Viscount is right” added Haydee “Stop this before it’s too late” 

Franz would not. He took his stance “En Guard!” and lunged 

-- 

The duel lasted for what seemed like an eternity for Albert. His eyes never left the Count’s fighting form as he dodged and deflected all of Franz’s attacks. While both were equally skilled, the Count had the upper hand of years of experience. The sounds of clanging metal echoed throughout the forest startling the birds from their perches. 

“Is that all you’ve got, old man?” goaded Franz 

“Oh, contraré. I’ve barely even started” retorted the Count. 

The minutes ticked on with neither backing down for a second, though that wasn’t to say they were without injury. The Count had a bleeding cut on his upper arm along while Franz had a thin slice down his cheek. The Count swooped down, narrowly avoiding Franz’s attack, then stabbed the younger man in the leg. Franz let out a pained howl falling onto one knee. The injury hadn’t done any real damage but it still hurt like hell and bleed profusely. 

The Count stood back up, the tip of his sword pointing at Franz “Do you yield?” 

Unfortunately for the Count, this was the exact moment Franz had been waiting for. Unbeknownst to even Maximillian, whilst inside the mind of valentine’s grandfather, Franz had not only learnt the true meaning of Gankutsuou but how to kill it. The only sure-fire way to end the Count was a direct hit to the heart with his blade. Franz theorised that there must be some humanity left in him leaving him vulnerable and above all, mortal. He had never killed before and hopefully never would again, but at that moment, he would do anything if it meant bringing Albert back to him. 

“I said, do you yield?” asked the Count again, taking another step forward. 

Head bowed Franz replied “I do... not!” in a split second, Franz’s sword had pierced the Count’s chest, lodging itself in his heart. 

“NOO!!” Albert screamed breaking off into a sprint towards the pair. Haydee and the Count's servants gasped in shock. The Count remained motionless, mouth agape as he gasped through the pain. “Count! Count!” With gritted teeth and a fierce determination, the Count grabbed the blade and snapped it in his grip. He was panting profusely from doing so as Albert reached his side. The Count fell back into Albert’s arms now weaker than he’d been before. Meanwhile, Franz knelt there dumbfounded. 

“I don’t understand. That was supposed to kill you!” Franz shouted angrily “You were supposed to die!” 

Albert looked at him horrified “What the hell, Franz!? Are you out of your mind!?” he turned his head back to the others “Fetch a doctor, quick!” 

“It...” the Count rasped with a pained expression “It appears that I have lost...” 

“No, Franz cheated” Albert declared glaring at Franz with a hatred that made the blonde’s blood run cold “I can’t believe you would stoop so low. He gave you a chance to walk away and this is how you repay him?” 

Franz shook his head “No! Albert, please! I only wanted to-” he winced, the pain in his leg getting worse. The sun rose over the horizon and the Count’s men came to help him back to the carriage. 

“Maximillian, see that Franz is taken to hospital,” Albert said to the soldier while getting to his feet “As for you Franz... if this is your version of love, you can keep it” 

Maxamillian helped Franz back to his feet, holding him up so Franz could put his weight on one foot “Wait, Albert!” Franz yelled after his friend. The brunette didn’t look back, just continued walking after the Count and his men “Albert! Don’t do this! That monster will destroy you!” 

Albert reeled his head back, eyes like fire as he spat “The only monster I see here Franz is you” 

Franz thought his heart couldn’t break any further. He had been sorely mistaken. He broke down into sobs in his friend's hold. Maximilian had watched the whole thing in silent disbelief. Now everything made sense to him. Why Franz was so protective over Albert. Why he had hated the Count seemingly from the get-go. 

Franz was in love and his love had been completely rejected. 

“Come on. We should get you to a doctor” 

-- 

Franz must have passed out because before he knew it, he was waking up in a hospital bed. Beside his bedside was his mother who wasted no time in scolding him for his recklessness. He ended up suffering from blood loss thanks to the wound on his leg and would need to stay in the hospital until the next day at the very least. 

“Has Albert come to visit?” he asked, heart foolishly hoping beyond reason. 

His mother shook her head “No. Other than your soldier friend who brought you here, it’s only been me” Franz sighed dejectedly. “Franz, what on earth were you thinking? What good would something as archaic as a duel accomplish?” 

“You wouldn’t understand mother. Just go away” 

His mother let out a breath “Alright. I’ll leave you to rest. I’ll be back to pick you up in the morning” 

When she was one Franz laid back down closing his eyes. All he could feel was regret and heartache. Not only had the Count survived the fight but now Albert truly hated him. Franz now regretted how foolish and reckless he had been. What would he do now that Albert was potentially gone from his life forever? 

A hand covering his mouth and a blade at his throat quickly brought him out of his thought. Eyes snapping open, Franz was stunned to see none other than Albert’s father, General Morcerf, kneeling over him holding the knife. 

“You and I have a lot to talk about Franz. Where is Albert?” 

Franz shuddered a breath when he let him speak “I-I don’t know. Probably with the Count of Monte Cristo” 

“Ah yes. That girl is his, right? The girl from Jania” Franz nodded “Damn it. And you’re telling me my son is with him at this moment” 

All of a sudden, a rather dark thought passed through Franz’s mind. One of revenge and retribution for his shattered heart. Franz realised he had been thinking far too closed-minded. He couldn't, in good conscience, leave Albert in the arms of that man. To take down the Count, he would need help. The blonde smirked “You want to know what I know? Here it is. You know the Count and he knows you. The Count’s true is... Edmond Dantes” 

Chapter Text

Eugenie sat in her room staring at the photos strewn across her table. Photos of her, Franz, and Albert from when they were young. It had been days since the duel where Franz had not only lost the fight but any chance at Albert’s love. She shook her head “Oh Franz. What were you thinking? I never imagined your claims to be serious. I should have stopped you if only to spare Albert the pain”  

She had heard the Count had been injured and gravely so during the duel. She prayed that he’d recover. For Albert’s sake if nothing else. She couldn’t bear thinking of her friend losing someone he loved like that.  

--  

At the estate in Autoville, the Count’s recovery was kept hush-hush from the rest of the world. They didn’t want anyone to know that the stab to the heart hadn’t even left a scar thanks to Gankutsuou. Armay had successfully removed the remaining blade that had been lodged in his chest, much to Albert’s relief. For a terrifying moment, the Count had gone limp in the carriage ride home and Albert had feared he had died then and there. Luckily it was a false alarm but it truly hit home how close Albert had come to losing the Count.  

“I believe I promised to tell you the truth about my identity” the Count spoke whilst propped up in bed by several pillows. Though nearly recovered and hardly a mark left from Franz’s blade, the duel had knocked the wind out of him so he was forced to rest.  

In the chair next to the bed, Albert sighed “You did. By the look on your face, I feel like I'm not going to like this”  

The Count looked at him fondly “I suppose not. However, after everything that has transpired, you deserve to know the truth from me” he looked away for a moment “As you may have guessed, I knew your father long before he became General Morcerf. At one point he was one of my closest friends. Then over time, everything changed between us. The truth is Albert is that before you were born, I had agreed to marry your mother, Mercedes”  

Albert blinked “Y-you-”  

“Let me finish. The marriage was more of a business deal than anything else. Your mother was about to be arranged by her mother to marry a wealthy merchant from Marseille who was notorious for his temper and drinking. I agreed to be her husband until she found someone she truly loved and then we would divorce. She was my best friend and almost sister but nothing more than that”  

“I see,” Albert said feeling a little better “What did you get out of the marriage?”  

“Protection” he answered simply “I had always known my tastes veered more towards men than women and as you know, society isn't kind to those who are different. In marrying Mercedes, I could hide under the cover as her devoted husband till the time came when he would part ways”  

Albert nodded “What happened between you and my father?”  

The Count turned sad “We never told him of our deal. We swore each other to secrecy to protect the other. I was unaware that Fernand had gained such an obsession with Mercedes. He, Villefort, and Danglar had me arrested and imprisoned for a crime of treason I did not commit. For years I was trapped in the Chateau D’if till the creature you know as Gankustuou gave me my freedom at a terrible cost”  

“Wait. The Chateau D’if? But that’s where he...” his eyes widened; realization clear on his face. His mind thinking back to the fake funeral that he had followed his father to. “I know who you are. Your real name is... Edmond Dantes”  

“Yes. I am the man who was once called Edmond Dantes”  

Suddenly, Albert was crying “That... that bastard” he snarled fists clenching tightly.  

“Albert?”  

“It wasn’t enough that he thought he had killed you. It wasn’t enough that he took everything away from Haydee....” he looked at the Count, blue eyes bright with anger “I found my mother’s journal the other day. She had found out what my father had done to you and he... he...” Albert broke down into heaving sobs. “Oh god – oh god, he made me kill her!”  

“Albert. Albert, calm down. You're not making any sense” The Count said taking Albert’s hand and pulling him towards him. Albert laid his head on the Count’s lap sobbing his heart out.  

“W-When my mother was sick. He gave me this box of tea from eastern space. Told me to give it to her while he was gone. But she just kept getting sicker. The tea was poisoned and I – I did it. I killed her...!”  

The Count stroked his hair soothing him “Albert, it wasn’t your fault. You were just a child wanting to help your sick mother. You couldn’t have known what he was planning”  

Albert sniffed “I know that. I do. It's just... I feel so angry at him. All he and his friends have done is ruin everyone around them. They don’t care about anything but themselves. Why should you have to have suffered just so they could get away with their crimes? It’s just not fair” all of a sudden, Albert sat up. He looked the Count square in the face, with no hint of hesitation or remorse as he spoke “I want in. Let me help you take them down”  

That was not what the Count was expecting. While the thought of having Albert by his side when he finally had his revenge, he couldn’t. Once his revenge was complete, Gankustuou would take over for good and he’d never forgive himself should anything happen to Albert because of that.  

Before he could answer, Bertuccio entered the room “My lord. Barron Danglar has posted record-high trading numbers for days now. What is our next course of action?”  

Albert looked at the Count pleadingly. The Count sighed giving in “Very well. Start flooding the Danglar stocks with sell-offs till the market closes. The Paris market goes without saying but also in the Eastern kingdom and Frontier markets as well”  

“Very good sir. Also, Haydee is here to see you” he moved out of the way for Haydee to enter the room.  

“Excellency” she greeted “It is good to see you are well again. I was most terribly frightened when that cad Franz attacked you like that. I am glad Albert stayed with you as well during your time of need”  

He nodded “Thank you Haydee. Was there something you needed?”  

“No” she replied shaking her head “I just wanted to see that you were better with my own eyes. But I must ask. What do you intend to do about the person who hurt you? Surely you don’t intend to leave Franz go unpunished after what he did”  

To that, the Count shook his head “I doubt we’ll be seeing him any time soon. I believe he’ll be licking his wounds for some time. Best leave things where they are with him”  

--  

To say Barron danglar was ecstatic was an understatement. All-day long the worth of his stocks had been growing constantly. In that morning alone he had made more money than in the last six months. He was so happy that he couldn’t help but brag about it to Andreas who simply congratulated his success. Eugenie’s father had no idea how soon his good fortunes would turn and how the ever-faithful Andreas would cackle at his downfall.  

You see, Andreas’s plan of revenge was coming along so smoothly that he hardly even needed to do anything. Villefort was rotting in jail until his trial and Victoria was still bedbound after the night at the Count’s estate. Andreas only wished he could have seen her face when she saw that box. The box that his birth parents had buried him in all those years ago in hopes of forgetting his existence. It was only by the kindness of one of the Villefort maids that Andreas was given a chance to not only survive but prosper.  

His youth had been trying to say the least with worries about where his next meal would come from and where he was going to sleep ever hanging over his head. Eventually, he landed in prison where he expected to stay for the rest of his life. That’s when Madame Villefort paid for his release and his services. He wanted revenge and she wanted her husband gone. All the money he had? Given to him by Elouise to keep up the lie of his nobility. After her breakdown and her husband’s arrest, Andreas now had full, unheeded access to the Villefort fortune and best of all, no more Madam who thought she was smarter than everyone.  

He smiled charmingly at the Barron “tell me, how is your wife? I heard she’s been bedbound for weeks now. Perhaps if I tried to cheer her up, would that help?”  

The Barron jumped at his offer.  

--  

Inside the darkened bedroom Andreas found her lounging on the sofa, wine glass in hand and quite obviously upset. Good, Andreas thought. She deserved nothing less than to feel the pain he’d felt.  

“Who’s - oh, it’s you” she scoffed turning her head away “Please leave, I am in no mood to entertain”  

“Madam, I come on behalf of your daughter. She's dreadfully worried about you” he spoke playing the part perfectly  

She hummed “Oh yes, my daughter. I had forgotten she was here...” Victoria sighed “You must think I'm such an awful mother. I hardly ever see her and when I do, she’s so cold to me” she sat up as Andreas moved to stand before her.  

“Oh, how sweet,” he said “It’s almost as if you care”  

She frowned “Excuse me?”  

“I mean, really. You aren’t fooling anyone. Pretending you’re a good mother when in truth you can’t function without a wine glass in hand”  

Now Victoria was outraged. She shot up from her seat yelling “How dare you! I have a good mind to throw you out of here”  

He laughed “As if you’d have the nerve. If you do, I'll just tell everyone about what was really in that box at the Count’s estate”  

All the colour in her face faded at his threat “How... how did you-” suddenly he was right up in her face, smirking like the cat that caught the canary.  

“Now listen here, Madam Danglar. I know for a fact that the only thing you care about more than your precious alcohol is your reputation. Your daughter doesn’t even register on your radar half the time. So let me tell you this. I'm going to marry Eugenie and you are going to shut up or else I'll broadcast to all of Paris how you had a child out of wedlock and let Villefort kill it”  

She was now trembling with fright “I don’t understand. How – how could you know this?”  

He smirked once more “You hear plenty when you pay attention to the right people. Elouise figured it out and many others suspect it to be true. You wouldn’t want the world to know your dirty secrets now, do you?” Victoria shook her head silently “I thought so. I shall take my leave now” he went to leave but paused at the door “Oh, and one more thing. This life of luxury you live is only thanks to your husband. Should he for instance go broke all of a sudden, it will be me who will be supporting you. Take care now”  

The door shut behind him. Victoria couldn’t move. Couldn't breathe. But she could drink. She hurried over to the end table by the sofa and downed what was left in the bottle. I’m sorry Eugenie...  

--  

Danglar watched in horror as his newfound wealth was quickly being replaced with sell-offs. Sell-offs meant customers were selling their shares from him directly which meant he was losing thousands by the minute. “Michelle, what the hell is going on!? We're being swamped by sell-offs!”  

Trying to bump up the prices but the volume is overwhelming.  

“Use every dime we’ve got to stop this!” he ordered franticly  

Sir, it is not just the stocks located in Paris. All our stocks across our portfolio are in a nosedive. I am unable to determine the cause.  

“Unable to determine the cause!? What the hell are you good for then?! Get it together or at this rate, I'll go bankrupt!”  

Michelle’s voice became garbled as warnings of a virus in the system popped up. That's when everything truly went downhill for Danglar. Without Michelle to do it for him, he was forced to do it the old-fashioned way by typing in his orders as fast as his fingers could type but it wasn’t enough. His stocks, shares, bank accounts, everything was dropping like a lead balloon. He could only watch in utter horror as all his accounts hit zero and the room went dark.  

In five minutes, he had gone bankrupt.  

--  

In no uncertain terms, he informed his daughter that her wedding to Andreas was set for the day after tomorrow. He needed the money now more than ever and he wasn’t going to let something as silly as Eugenie’s opinion get in the way of that.  

“What?!” she exclaimed “But father, I told you. Franz and Albert have gone missing, I can't possibly think of getting married while my best friends have disappeared.  

“Don’t you understand, you uncooperative little brat? My stocks aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on. Without your marriage to Andreas, we’ll be out on the street”  

“But father, I don’t love him”  

“And I couldn’t care less!” he bellowed at her “As long as I get his fortune, the man can do whatever he pleases with you. The only thing you’re good for is finding a rich match and it’s time you paid me back on my investments”  

Eugenie was shocked “Investments? God damn it father! I’m your daughter, not a stock you can sell off!” but he wasn’t listening. He had already made up his mind. Eugenie would be the sacrificial lamb for his greed and there was nothing she could do about it.  

--  

Nothing except run away that is. With nothing but a suitcase of clothes, her documents, and her phone, Eugine attempted to escape during the night. Unfortunately for her, Andreas was waiting for her in the courtyard. Much to her surprise, however, he stepped forward with his hand in the air. “I mean you no harm Eugenie. I believe we can help each other out”  

“Just stay away from me” she ordered stepping away from him  

“Just hear me out. That’s all I ask” when Eugenie didn’t try to run, he continued “You see, I don’t want to marry you”  

She paused “You... don’t?”  

“Oh, good heavens no. I don’t even think I'm your type anyway. Besides, I think we can work out a deal that is mutually beneficial to each of us”  

Eugenie eyed him suspiciously “What are you talking about?”  

He chuckled “Your parents owe me a great debt that I intend to cash out on. I doubt that there's any love lost between yourself and them so here is my plan. There will be a wedding but there will be no marriage. I only need an opportunity to set the stage for Barron Danglar’s downfall. And what a better opportunity than in front of a room full of his closest friends and business partners. After which, you will be free to leave as you desire”  

“That’s it? You just want to humiliate my father?” he nodded and Eugenie uncharacteristically smirked “You know, I can get behind that. After today, they’ve proven they’re no parents of mine. Fine, I accept under one condition. You find out where Franz and Albert are”  

Andreas bowed “Consider it done, dear Eugenie”  

His time spent with the Danglar family had shown him Eugenie was equally a victim just like him. While the two would never truly be brother and sister or husband and wife, he felt he could alleviate at least some of his sins by freeing her of that gluttonous Barron and her witch mother.  

Now the question was, where were her friends exactly?  

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Now out of the hospital, Franz had found himself staying mostly at home. He was sullen, heartbroken, and still furious at what had transpired between himself and Albert. All his efforts to bring Albert back to his senses had been in vain and now Franz had told Albert’s father everything he knew about the Count of Monte Cristo.  

General Morcerf had been deeply shaken at what he had learned and quickly left Franz at the hospital afterward. Franz had no idea the chaos he had just put into action. He sat alone at the table hardly touching his breakfast when a servant came in with an envelope addressed to him from the Danglars.  

Curious, Franz opened the letter to discover an invitation to Eugenie's wedding set for the next day. She was going to marry Andreas or rather, her father had arranged for her to marry Andreas. He had heard about the massive downturn in the stock market.  

“Barron Danglar must be in a rough financial state to be rushing the wedding so quickly” he sighed setting down the invitation. He was going, there was no question about it. The only problem was that there was a high possibility Albert might show up as well. He didn’t doubt Albert would fight tooth and nail to attend his friend’s wedding. He just had no idea how he would react seeing Albert once more. The pain and humiliation of rejection still weighed heavily on his heart.  

--  

At the Count’s estate, Bertuccio entered the study where Albert and the Count sat. “Your Excellency. The Marquis Andreas Cablecante is here. He requests an audience with you”  

The Count nodded “Very well. Let him in”  

A few minutes passed before Andreas was ushered into the room. He bowed respectfully to the Count “Thank you, your excellency, I won't take much of your time” he spotted Albert and smiled “Ah, Viscount de Morcerf. I was hoping you would be here. As it turns out I find myself in need of your assistance”  

Albert frowned suspiciously “What are you talking about?”  

The blonde took a seat across from them, smirking as he talked “As you know, young Eugenie and I are due to be married in the morning. She and I have come to an agreement about what will happen tomorrow. There will be no marriage between she and I”  

“Wait, you mean you don’t want to marry Eugenie?”  

“Oh, dear me, absolutely not. Don’t get me wrong. Your friend is a fine girl but marriage was never my intention. My intention from the beginning was to exact revenge on her parents”  

The Count raised an eyebrow “I see. Pray tell, what did Miss Eugenie’s parents do to evoke such hatred?”  

Andreas’s smirk morphed into a sneer “You see, I was adopted as a baby by a couple in Paris. They didn’t have much in the way of money but I was never without love or care. Then Danglar happened. He convinced my adoptive father to invest all we had into these stocks Danglar recommended. As you can guess, those stocks were worthless and we lost everything. He was so devastated that he ended up killing himself. Danglar then bought our building and forced us onto the street. Not long after, my adoptive mother was forced to sell herself in order for us to survive. One of her clients ended up killing her”  

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea” Albert apologised  

“And Madam Danglar?” the Count questioned  

Andreas looked up at them darkly “Victoria Dangler... is my real mother” he announced shocking them both, Albert especially “It means Eugenie and I are half-siblings”  

“That’s... A lot to take in” Albert whispered shocked beyond measure. Out of all the things he had expected, Andreas being his friend’s brother wasn’t even something he thought possible “So you plan to ruin them both tomorrow? What about Eugenie?”  

“Why, she’ll be free to live her life as she pleases. From what I gather, she’s been offered the opportunity to study piano abroad by the masters themselves. She’ll do just fine without them. So what will it be Viscount? Will you help free your friend?”  

A smirk grew on Albert’s face “Sir, you have a deal”  

“Complete humiliation and despair. Those will be our gifts to them. So, here is my proposal...”  

--  

Albert let out a long sigh sinking further into the hot bath water. Behind the bath sat the Count who carefully washed Albert’s hair.  

“I find myself more impressed with you every day Albert. To help your friend in such a manner is a brave thing indeed”  

Albert hummed “I can’t say Danglar doesn’t deserve it. Not after everything he’s done out of greed. But do you think we can trust Andreas?”  

“As far as I can tell, Andreas shares our goals. I see no reason we cannot work with him. It will make taking down Danglar that much easier” the Count rinsed the remaining product out of Albert’s hair. “There. How are you feeling?”  

“A bit nervous, I’ll admit but I can’t let Eugenie down” Albert tilted his head upwards, a playful smile on his face “Any ideas on how I can calm myself?”  

The Count smiled back “I can think of a few” before kissing Albert deep and long. Albert suddenly reached for the Count and pulled him into the bath with him. The water overflowed onto the tile floor but neither cared. They were too busy loosing themselves in each other. Albert reached down and undid the County’s trousers that he still wore and we’re now soaked through.  

“Someone is eager” The Count joked. Albert responded by kissing him breathlessly and stroking their cocks to fullness. Propriety be dammed when he had the Count in his arms. Albert groaned when fingers began working him open. He was borderline addicted to the feeling. Especially when the Count found his prostate. After a few minutes, Albert moved his hips and lowered himself down on the Count. Both men groaned at the feeling of being one once more. It didn’t take long for their movements to become wild with lust, their sounds of pleasure echoing throughout the bathroom and down the hallway.  

“Count! Count!” Albert cried nearly cross-eyed from the sensations bombarding his mind  

“My name” the Count whispered as he thrusted into Albert “Say my real name”  

Albert gasped “E-Edmond... Edmond...” his orgasm hit hard and he wailed the Count’s real name as streaks of white joined the bathwater. It didn’t take long for the Count to join him, groaning loudly as he filled Albert once more. Albert shivered with bliss. They paused to catch their breath but then the Count began to start laughing. “What is it?”  

“My dear knight. I have my shoes on” he said through laughter. Albert blushed remembering the Count had still been fully clothed when Albert dragged him into the bathtub but soon he was laughing too.  

--  

The next morning, the plan was set into action. Eugenie was kept out of the loop in order to make it look genuine. Andreas instructed Albert to get Eugenie out and he would do the rest. Inside Eugenie was getting dressed for her wedding whilst anxiously looking at the clock. She couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong or worse, she would indeed end up married off to Andreas. The dress that had been picked out for her was gaudy and had far too many jewels and sparkles for her opinion. She was more of a doll than a blushing bride. The servants dressing her were gushing over how pretty she looked, despite how miserable she appeared.  

Her father entered the room praising her for being their saving grace. Eugenie frowned at her reflection. Again, she was nothing but a cash cow for her father. At this point, she could only hope Albert would come quickly.  

--  

Outside the guests were arriving in their pretty dresses and fine suits. Albert planned to use the servant’s entrance but that was blocked off. With so many people around, there was no way he’d be able to get in through any other way. Andreas had given him little option to get in. Much to Albert’s surprise, who should he run into but Peppo.  

Peppo grinned “Don't worry. I know how you can get in”  

Back inside, the gathered guests waited for the ceremony to begin. It was only the signing ceremony that would legally bind them together. The real wedding, a massive affair Danglar had prepared would be the following day where both his daughter and newfound wealth would be paraded around Paris for all to see.  

Along with the guests, there were several filming cameras issued by Andreas so everyone could see the ceremony. Danglar, in an attempt to show just how well the marriage would do his family, had printed off copies of Andreas’s net worth and stock shares. To brag and boast about how much money he made off this wedding. To the friends of Eugenie, it was disgusting. To her father’s rivals and colleagues, it was impressive.  

“So, you think Albert will show up?” asked Robert  

Lucian shrugged “Well, he’s got nothing left to lose since his father’s fall from grace. I can’t wait to see how today goes” his eyes drifted to further up the isle where a lone Franz sat with his arms crossed “Though with what Franz did, maybe he’ll stay away”  

“Still can’t believe he was crazy enough to duel the Count”  

Soon enough, came the moment when the bride made her entrance. Eugenie did look beautiful despite her sorrowful look. Anyone with a heart could see she was the saddest bride they’d ever seen, a stark contrast to how smug her father looked. She spotted Franz with the other guests but not Albert. She prayed his absence was part of Andreas’s plan.  

Louise... Forgive me...  

They reached the alter where Andreas stood amidst the flashes of cameras and the gasps of guests. “Don’t worry, dear Eugenie” he whispered “Everything is all according to plan” that promise eased her worries slightly, but she was still terrified things were going to go horribly wrong. As the priest began his sermon, Eugenie’s nerves began to get the better of her. Her knees began to wobble as the priest asked for their signatures.  

Then, the lights in the room went out. Everyone looked up in surprise, including Eugenie. “Remember, play the part” Andreas whispered and Eugenie nodded. It was then she noticed Albert standing alongside the other maids. Dressed in a maids uniform and wearing a wig. When the lights came back on, Peppo made their presence known by tearing away the marriage license from the book, rendering it useless.  

“I’m sorry. But I cannot allow this marriage to continue. You should be ashamed of yourself Baron Danglar”  

“What is the meaning of this!?” the Baron fumed  

Andres then pushed Eugenie to the side “Go. I’ll handle this dear sister” she barely had time to catch what he said before Albert grabbed her arm and the two began running out of the room.  

Jumping from his seat, Franz shouted “Albert, wait!”  

“EUGENIE! Get back here!” Danglar boomed “Why didn’t you stop her!?”  

Andreas smirked “Because I never intended to marry her” his smirk dropped “All I wanted was this. For you to be ruined. Just as you ruined my life!” he yelled in his face “I wasn’t able to save my family, but at least she won’t suffer for your merciless greed!”  

Everyone gasped at his words, just as the French police stormed the room with an arrest warrant for Andreas “Sir, you are hereby under arrest for fraud, falsification of lineage, larceny, and six other offenses”  

The blonde proudly held out his hands for the cuffs “Go ahead. I’ve gotten what I’ve come for. As for you” he turned to Victoria “My revenge against you is unfinished. Just wait. I’m not done with you yet!”  

Overwhelmed by it all, Victoria fainted in her seat as the guests began to riot. Meanwhile, Eugenie and Albert made a hasty exit, using their friend’s car to escape before anyone could catch them.  

--  

“I’ve been informed that the Caplecanté boy has been arrested. Both Mademoiselle Danglar and Monsieur Albert both escaped unharmed. They are heading for the airport as we speak”  

The Count nodded, shoulders stiff and jaw clenched “That’s good. I had no doubt Albert would manage it”  

Bertuccio spoke again “Your Excellency. He will return. If that’s what you worry about –”  

“Please. I need not be pandered to like a child. We will know in due time” he then rose from his stone chair “Fetch my coat. The Baron and I have some unfinished business to attend to”  

--  

Back at Danglar’s estate, Danglar piled all the money he had stashed away into his suitcases. Planning to leave Victoria to face the music alone while running as far as he possibly could. The money he had hidden was a small fortune in itself but it wasn’t enough. He wanted, needed more. All the money in the universe would never satisfy his eternal greed. There would always be more money for him to obtain and he would kill if it meant it would belong to him.  

At the airport, Eugenie hugged Albert goodbye. With them stood Louise with their bags smiling at them “You two should get going” Albert said  

Eugenie sniffed back tears “Thank you, Albert. I can’t thank you enough”  

“Promise me you’ll write to me. And show those armatures in New York what talent really is” he turned to Louise “Look after her”  

The brunette nodded “I will. I promise”  

--  

“I’m glad Eugenie and Louise were able to get away. At least they got their happy ending” Renú said with a smile “So... You and the Count of Monte Cristo. Didn’t see that coming”  

Albert smiled as well “Yeah. Neither did I. Eugenie was right. You really can’t control who you fall in love with”  

“I’m happy for you, Albert. I’m sure Franz will come around sooner or later. Just give him time”  

“I wish it was that simple. He’s hurting and what he wants, I can’t give him” he sighed “Renú? Do you think that there’s a place out there,” he said looking up at the sky painted an orange hue from the setting sun “Somewhere where the Count and I can be together? Without the limitations of society?”  

Renú nodded “The Universe is endless. There’s gotta be somewhere out there that accepts it”  

Albert continued to look up at the sky “Maybe Franz can get his happy ending too..."

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Sailing through space on his own private ship, Eugenie’s father grinned despite the circumstances. On earth, he was ruined. Bankrupt and disgraced, but the vast eternity of space held a second chance for him. He only had to make it far enough away and then he could start afresh. Rebuild his fortune until what he had on earth would one day pale in comparison.  

So determined he was that he had his briefcase full of money handcuffed to him. He watched the news on the screen cackling as desperate people flocked to their banks to withdraw their savings before it was too late. “You’re a bunch of idiots!” he laughed “I have your precious treasure right here. After a fire, hold a fire sale as I always say. With this money, I’m as good as gold”  

Inside his precious suitcase were five trillion francs. For anyone else, they and future generations would be set for life but not Danglar. For him, five trillion was mere pocket change. He was already scanning the stock market to begin again, blood racing with excitement. Nothing would stand in his way. His wife and child back on earth never even crossed his mind.  

Another person took the seat next to him. Danglar sneered. He then almost jumped out of his skin when he saw it was the Count of Monte Cristo sitting next to him.  

“Good afternoon, Monsieur Danglar” he greeted charmingly.  

The Baron was baffled as to how he was even here. This was supposed to be a private flight with only him and the crew on board. He’d paid good money for it after all “Oh. C-Count, you startled me. I was under the impression this was a private flight” he said, reaching into his coat for his gun.  

“I’ve come here from Paris. I had to chase you. I wanted to make a withdrawal from my account with you. Five trillion francs in cash”  

The redhead balked “Five trillion!?”  

The Count stood, producing the contract they had signed months previously “As you recall, our contract states that I have no upper limit in my line of credit. None at all. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”  

“Oh no, your Excellency! I haven’t forgotten at all. But you’ve caught me short. Since I’m traveling I’m not really carrying that much on me” he said trying to hide the almost bulging suitcase out of sight. When the Count insisted, Danglar shot him. He then laughed at the limp body “If you had only stayed home then you wouldn’t have had to die”  

He walked towards the cockpit of the ship, intending on killing the crew so they’d be no witnesses, only to discover it deserted. No one was piloting the ship. Danglar let out a shocked cry, turning away to then come face to face with the Count once more. Alive. Danglar shot him again and again but the bullets had no effect. Gankutsuou was in charge and it thrived that one part of the sought after revenge was about to begin.  

Eventually, the Baron ran out of bullets. “My good Baron, as greedy as ever” the Count mocked as the other trembled. “You haven’t changed one bit since the old days”  

“But – but how?”  

“Look closely at my face, good Baron, and think back. Remember the face of the man you consigned to oblivion twenty five years ago. Remember the face of your friend whom you incriminated with your false accusations. With your lies”  

That’s when Danglar finally recognised the man before him. Long buried memories drenched in betrayal and greed came barrelling forth. “E-Edmond...Dantes?”  

--Flashback—  

The crew gathered around the ailing captain. He had been sick for some time but had been determined to fulfill his duties to the king until he could not anymore. On his deathbed, he left Edmond in charge of the crew and ship as captain and entrusted him with a letter that was to be protected.  

Whilst acting captain, he had discovered Danglar had been embezzling money from the company. Edmond had shown mercy and chose to overlook it but Danglar had been outraged he had been caught. Edmond may have shown him mercy and not reported it, but Danglar wanted him gone for even daring to get in his way.  

Back on earth, while celebrating Edmond’s impending marriage, Danglar set things in motion. He used Fernand’s obsessive affection towards Mercedes and got into his head a way to break Edmond and Mercedes up for good. Had Fernand known the truth of the reasons behind the pair marrying, he might not have agreed to Danglar’s plan. But that was a very weak might.  

Like clockwork, Edmond was arrested at his own wedding, never to be seen by Mercedes or anyone else again.  

--  

Until now, that is. Realising now just how much trouble he was in, Danglar attempted to get the Count on his good side. Acting as though the betrayal had never happened and the pair were still old friends. His words did nothing to sway the Count. If anything, it simply proved that the man before him was beyond salvation. He would get his revenge, no matter what.  

Eventually, Danglar began begging for his life. Pinning the blame on Albert’s father, saying it was his jealousy that caused everything. He even went so far as to say the whole thing had been a joke at his expense.  

The suitcase suddenly broke open sending money flying everywhere. “Out of jealousy and unjustified resentment, you and your cohorts send an innocent young man to rot in prison. Is that not the case?”  

“No! It wasn’t like that! I always hated you! We all hated you! You were just an annoying nagging irritation to me! It made me sick to look at you!” Danglar shouted venomously “I didn’t have any reason. I just wanted Edmond Dantes out of my sight! I wanted him gone, forever!”  

The Count said nothing to the garish display. He instead used his cane the slice at the seats to reveal what was underneath. Gold. Bars of glittering gold. In disbelief, Danglar began hearing the ship apart to find nothing but gold. He was utterly besotted at the sight of so much wealth that his earlier fears were forgotten entirely.  

“Accept my humble way of repaying you for the cost of your life”  

Finally, he snapped out of his gold induced haze and chased after his once friend “Edmond, wait!”  

“Rejoice, Monsieur,” the Count said at the foothold of his own attached ship “For everything you touch turns to shimmering gold” he then whipped around and held out another bar of gold for Danglar “Take it” he ordered darkly. Unable to resist, the other man did. The Count’s ship began to disembark from his, leaving him alone with his newfound fortune, the ship set course for a dying star light years away with no way to alter its direction.  

The Count watched from the window as the ship drifted out of sight, a pleased smirk upon his face. To die surrounded by impossible wealth that he could not spend or invest. A fitting end to Baron Danglar.  

“And that makes one”  

--  

Albert was fast asleep in bed by the time he returned home. Dressed in one of the Count’s shirts and nothing else, it made the older man ache with affection. The Count took off his coat and shoes before slipping into bed beside him. Albert mumbled in his sleep slightly then snuggled up beside him. He slowly woke up feeling arms wrapped around him. “Edmond?”  

“Go back to sleep Albert. There’s work to be done in the morning” he responded, kissing Albert gently on the forehead.  

Albert smiled and settled back down, his eyes drifting shut once more “Are you ok?”  

“... I will be” the Count whispered, wincing as the beast under his skin made its presence known to him. He’d gotten a taste of revenge. Now it was ravenous.  

--  

The next day was the trial against Villefort for his attempted murder of the Count along with the poisonings at the hand of Elouise. Since Elouise was unfit to stand trial due to her mental state, her husband was to face the wrath of the justice system alone. It was humiliating for him to be in the place where so many criminals had sat before, the same criminals he’d sent to death for the most minor of crimes.  

There was not a soul in Paris that did not relish the sight of the once terrifying Crown Prosecutor’s fall from grace. Still, Villefort wasn’t about to go silently.  

“I would like to make a statement before we begin” he announced “My actions were not out of self interest. I did what I did in order to protect the peace and public order of Paris. As such, I plead not guilty with no shame or remorse for my actions and I will be acting as my own attorney”  

In the audience, the Count held back his smirk at the feeble attempt of protecting his image.  

--  

“.. The poisonings were the result of Villefort’s wife, Elouise. While under the care of the hospital she was committed to, she confesses to poisoning her stepdaughter Valentine in an attempt to secure her inheritance for her son. Villefort falsely accused the Count of Monte Cristo of these crimes and then attempted to kill him, injuring Viscount Morcerf in the process. Rather than being motivated by love for his wife, these acts were –”  

“How dare you!?” Villefort yelled interrupting the prosecutor “Monte Cristo is a disruptive hooligan whose intent is to throw Paris into turmoil. As for the Morcerf boy, he’s been corrupted by flights of fancy. For all we know, the Count is a spy sent by the Empire!”  

The accusation caused a stir among the audience and judges.  

“Is that the case? If so, then I’d like to call Albert Morcerf to the stand as a witness”  

Soon enough, Albert was brought in by the bailiffs. He wore a simple black suit and tie with a look that convinced the gathered spectators that he was nervous. He was, after all, in the presence of the man who had shot him. It was all an act but one Albert would play with perfection.  

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you god?”  

Albert nodded demurely “I swear”  

“As if we can trust his word given the reveal of his father’s crimes” Villefort interrupted once more.  

“Sir, I must insist you remain quiet or I will hold you in competent,” the judge said which finally shut the arguing man up. “Prosecutor, please continue”  

“Monsieur, please explain to us the events of the night of the shooting in question”  

Albert began “I had gone to visit the Count that evening but he was busy so I decided to leave a message and go. When I left I saw Villefort and... then I saw the gun. The next thing I know, he’s being pinned down and I had been shot” Albert then winced slightly, a hand coming up to touch the scar that had formed. “Sorry. It still aches every now and then. It was when Villefort was being arrested that he let slip that he had a hand in my abduction on Luna”  

Another stir. More whispers “Can you be more specific?”  

“Some months ago, my friend and I traveled to Luna for its yearly festival. I was captured by thugs of Luigi Vampa and was almost killed. It turned out,” he finally faced Villefort, eyes ablaze with fury “That Monsieur Villefort arranged my kidnapping”  

“Lies!” Villefort gasped but was drowned out by the shocked spectators  

“Your Honour” pressed the prosecutor “We have here the financial records for Villefort at the time of the kidnapping. It shows right here a fifty million wire exchange of Luna currency. The recipient? None other than the right hand man of Luigi Vampa himself” before Villefort could try to deny it, the other continued “I’d like to bring forward another witness that can bring light on the true character of the accused. Monsieur Morcerf, you may sit”  

Albert nodded, still acting quiet and scared of Villefort, and left the Courtroom. As he exited, he locked eyes with the second witness. They shared a silent look and Albert left to make his way upstairs to where the Count was waiting next to an oblivious Victoria Danglar. She was dressed in a dark brown and wearing a veil as if she was in mourning. Her reaction when she saw Andreas be brought out, in a prison uniform and his golden hair limp. She didn’t notice Albert slip past her to stand on the opposite side of the Count.  

“You were exceptional” the Count congratulated barely above a whisper.  

“My name is Andreas Caplecanté” the blonde introduced himself on the stand “Admittedly, it is an alias. My adoptive parents named me Benedetto”  

The Prosecutor asked “It says here you were known to the public as the head of a notable aristocratic family, is that correct?”  

Andres shook his head “In truth, I am nothing of the sort. I was abandoned as an infant and adopted by a loving family when I was two. They both died young and after that, I did everything under the sun to survive. A life of crime was not my first choice but I had no choice” while he spoke, Victoria couldn’t help but tremble.  

“And what does this have to do with the case at hand?” demanded Villefort  

“A great deal, I’m afraid. I’m here to tell the story of the secrets behind my birth” an even louder surge came from the spectators, all interested in what he had to say. The judge called for order and ordered Andreas to continue “I did not learn the truth until last year. I discovered I was born at the Mansion Autoville that the Count of Monte Cristo has recently been using as his Villa” Villefort shuddered uncontrollably “I was buried alive immediately after I was born, in a tiny little coffin. The man who fathered me must have been in complete panic. A judge with a bright future having a child with his secret lover. Even in Paris, that sort of thing is frowned upon”  

Villefort tried to stop the trial but got nowhere. So he then claimed Andreas was a hired blackmailer and demanded to know who had hired him. Andreas couldn’t help but smirk “Why none other than your wife Elouise” Villefort gasped in shock “She paid handsomely for my release and instructed me to pretend to be the aristocrat family’s long lost son to ruin you. The Caplecanté fortune? Doesn’t exist. The money was, in fact, yours”  

Before Villefort could even begin to comprehend what he had just heard, more evidence was brought in on a wheeled trolley. Both he and Victoria recognised it despite desperately wishing they didn’t. “This is what my parents gave me. A coffin instead of a crib”  

“Please! Stop this, no more!” pleaded Victoria “I can’t bare to hear anymore!”  

“Ah, perfect timing. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce my mother. The Baroness Victoria Danglar” this time, gasps of astonishment filled the room “Come now, mother. Don’t you remember? This is the box you and father placed me in after I was born”  

She began to sob, unable to control herself. “My son! Forgive me, please forgive me!”  

“Silence!” Villefort yelled “That woman is obviously out of her mind. This is obviously a trick concocted by the Count of Monte Cristo! After all, that baby is dead and buried. He couldn’t possibly –” he went white realising what he had just done. While Victoria continued to wail, Villefort stormed towards Andreas and slapped him across the face.  

In response, Andreas produced what looked like an old rag. Upon closer inspection, it showed to carry the symbol of the Villefort family crest. “The servant who saved my life put this scrap of cloth with me when he sent me away to the orphanage. It was placed in storage after my adoption and only recently brought into my possession by your wife”  

“Then... Then you really are... Who you say you are”  

“Yes, I am your son” he leaned forward as if to embrace his long lost father. Instead, he plucked a poised pin from his hair and stabbed Villefort in the neck “That’s for my parents, bastard”  

Villefort collapsed to the floor as Victoria screamed. Officers rushed to tackle him but Andreas pushed them off him with ease “This is my vengeance, dear mother!” he boasted to Victoria “Your greedy pig of a husband ruined my life. I wasn’t able to get him myself, but at least you will never have the security of high society again. Every soul in Paris will know of your sins!”  

“But why!? Why would you do this!?” she begged “We were good to you!”  

“Why?” he mocked “The people who raised me were good honest people, who loved me even though I was not their blood. Your husband convinced my father to invest everything we had in his bank stocks, only for the money to vanish completely. My father was so ashamed, he took his own life outside the gates of your pretty little mansion. As if to rub salt in the wounds, your leach of a husband bought the building we lived in and put us out on the street!”  

“Stop! I don’t want to hear any more”  

Andreas sneered “My mother was forced into prostitution just to feed us! Do you know what it’s like? To find your mother murdered by one of her clients? You left me for dead and your husband took everything from me! I swear. As long as there’s breath in my body, you will never know peace. You will suffer just as my parents did!”  

Victoria, mute with shock and feeling the judging stares of all around her, collapsed in a dead faint. Andreas laughed madly, his revenge complete.  

--  

After the spectacle of the trial, Villefort was taken to the attached hospital. The poison left him temporally weak and unable to defend himself when the Count appeared at his bedside. “You – You bastard” he croaked  

The Count smiled darkly “How are we feeling? Better, I hope”  

“Who are you? What do you want?” Villefort demanded “Why are you doing all this?”  

“Oh dear, have you forgotten me? Have you forgotten the innocent man you convicted twenty-five years ago? When you were the District judge of Marseille”  

Finally, it clicked for Villefort just who it was standing before him. A man he was sure had died many years ago. A man whose death he thought he had ensured. “Edmond Dantes?”  

“Yes. Though the humble man who once bore that name is long gone. He has returned to life as Gankutsuou” he said, showing a glimpse of the monster that lay just below the surface.  

“You don’t understand. If that letter had gotten out, Paris would have fallen to ruin. So what if one man suffered for what happened? I did what was good for my country”  

The Count smirked “And saved your own skin by condemning an innocent man. Yet it was all for nothing. That needle was poisoned”  

“Poisoned!?”  

“It will be a blessing. It will rot your brain and send you to a place where no judge could convict you” he watched as Villefort quickly descended into a madness he’d never recover from. Forever tormented by the wails of those he’d ordered to death and the ghastly visions that would curse his every waking moment.  

“Villefort, a poor servant to the crown. The velvet wings of your precious law will cradle you until the end of your existence... And that makes two”  

--  

“Now, only my father remains” Albert said softly as they exited the courthouse  

The Count nodded “Yes. The last piece of my revenge. Albert, are you still sure about this? If you choose to walk away –”  

Albert vehemently shook his head “No. He deserves everything he’s got coming to him. I ask only one thing of you” he turned to look up at him “Make it hurt”  

The older man grinned “You certainly know how to make a man’s heart race”  

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While his two partners in deceit had received their comeuppance, General Morcerf had managed to evade his for the time being. His political career was in ruins and his shot at the Parisian Presidency was all for naught. Still, he was the General of the army and that meant he still held power and control over his soldiers. If Paris would not bend to his will, then he would take it by force.  

He watched with a gleeful look as his ship’s canon blasted apart an Eastern space transport ship. The first of much destruction to come.  

A soldier standing behind him asked “Pardon me, Sir. Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?”  

“Don’t worry. I know you are afraid. You see, there’s never actually been such a thing as the truth. The truth is something you create based on your own personal convictions” he answered proudly.  

The other soldier was stunned “Even if it means setting aside our conscience? Turning our weapons... on our own?”  

Morcerf scoffed “People never really look at their conscience. What they see is their truth standing there before them”  

--  

In Paris, Albert and the Count stood atop a bride nearby the courthouse where Villefort had been publicly ruined. Albert was silent, deep in thought over what was to come and what had already transpired.  

“When I learned of how my mother truly died,” he started to speak “I didn’t know how to act. I was furious, guilty, heartbroken, and yet, all the while, I still couldn’t believe it was because of my father. He killed her and made me the weapon” his fists clenched “Franz always used to say never to hate anyone. But how can I not hate the man who murdered my mother? How can I not hate the man who made you suffer all those years?”  

“Albert...”  

“I just can’t stop thinking about it. All these years you were in constant pain, and those three were all too happy to forget you even existed. Even my own mother didn’t wait for you. How...” he shuddered a breath, eyes welling up “How do you not hate me too?” the older man was left speechless “I’m the son of the man who ruined your life. Why do you not hate me as well?”  

Unsure of what to say at this sudden image of vulnerability, the Count pulled him into an embrace, gently urging him to quell his tears. “Albert, my dear boy. I could never hate you. You forget that you are also the son of Mercedes, my most trusted friend. That alone negates anything you may have inherited from your father. When I look at you, I only see the gentle, innocent soul that has dragged me from the pits of despair”  

Albert continued to cry but smiled through the tears, comforted by those sweet words. The moment was swiftly ruined when from above, a massive rumbling caused both of them to look upwards to the sky. They saw a massive ship hovering above the city with dozens of smaller ships making their way down to land. Albert let out a gasp.  

“That’s my father’s ship”  

--  

Back inside the assembly room where Haydee had revealed Morcerf to be a fraud, he once again strode in with confidence. This time tailed by armed soldiers and many others in the rear of the stands with their guns pointed at the people sitting there. Morcerf took the stage and declared that the National Assembly was now under the control of the Eastern fleet. He was taking control.  

Anyone who dared refuse his will or call him a traitor was roughly escorted out of the Assembly. Sitting on his ill-gotten throne, he further announced that the National Assembly was officially disbanded, and he was starting martial law within Paris. He smiled despite the outrage filling the room. Their demands meant nothing to him. He had the manpower and the loyalty of his troops to do whatever he pleased.  

All that’s left is to deal with Edmond. Once and for all...  

--  

“It appears General Morcerf has his own agenda” said the Count as missiles rained in the far distance across the city.  

Albert swallowed nervously. He could only imagine the destruction that was to come. “This isn’t going to be good”  

“Viscount Morcerf!” a soldier called for him closely followed by several others “Your father, President Morcerf, has requested you see him at once”  

“President? But didn’t he...” Albert’s expression turned to stone “I understand. Take me to him at once” he looked up at the Count “I’ll be fine” he promised unconvincingly “Maybe I can talk some sense into him before Paris is nothing but rubble”  

The soldier pressed “Viscount Morcerf, if you please”  

Before Albert walked away with them, the Count slipped something into his empty hand “For emergencies. Don’t turn it off”  

--  

All around, Paris had fallen to chaos. Martial Law was passed and Morcerf wasted no time in showing all of Paris just who was in charge. Those civilians and members of the police who were not loyal to him fought valiantly but their meager guns were no match for the state of the art Mecha armour the soldiers wore. Most other civilians ran for their lives, desperately trying to avoid getting injured or killed. Meanwhile, taking advantage of the madness, Carvones made his way out of one of the abandoned banks and helped himself to all the money he could.  

The ensuing explosions destroyed the Parisian prison, allowing Andreas to easily walk out a free man once more. With a pleased smile, he walked off into the crowd, commenting on how strange that this was how the world worked.  

The hospital had also been damaged allowing a now deranged Villefort to wander the streets screaming “Guilty!” at every passer-by. All the while cackling madly to himself. Up in space, Danglar had completely lost his grip on reality. He lay naked atop the piles and piles of gold, laughing hysterically and unable to stop himself  

--  

On his ship, Morcerf stood proud over the carnage below. No target was out of his reach. No target was too large or too small. All of Paris would learn that he was not a man to back down when all was against him. Danglar and Villefort had failed where he would triumph. “You’ve done well, Franz” he congratulated the blonde that stood well away from him “Thanks to your information, I now have Paris under my control. You should be proud”  

Franz glared “You never said you’d lay waste to the city. What about Albert?”  

“Albert is on his way. I have men escorting him to the ship as we speak” he said as his ship's cannons caused more destruction. Franz couldn’t look. He turned his head away only to see Albert enter.  

“Albert?” he asked  

“Ah, my son!” Morcerf cheered “I was so worried about you, you know. You have a lot to answer for, young man”  

Albert backed away “Father, what are you doing? Look at what you’ve done to the city. How can you think this is right?”  

His father scoffed “You always did think small. Just like your mother” He said with scorn “I had hoped that you would take after me at least in some capacity but I was wrong. You’re Mercedes’ son, through and through”  

“And I thank God every day for that. At least Mother would never go to such lengths as to have her own child murdered for political gain”  

Morcerf glared while Franz gasped “Wait, what!?”  

“My kidnapping on Luna. It was all arranged by my father and Villefort. I had, apparently, run out of my usefulness” Albert explained bitterly “My death was to make him sympathetic to the voters to ensure his win in the election. That’s all I was to him. A fucking chess piece”  

His father almost looked annoyed “Yes, you’re right. And if it weren’t for that blasted Count of Monte Cristo, I wouldn’t have to have resorted to these harsh measures”  

“You - You monster!” Franz cried angrily “People are dying in the streets because of you!”  

“Mindless sheep who will eventually fall in line with enough force. As if any man in power ever actually cared for his people” he shook his head “I don’t know where I went wrong with you, Albert”  

Albert snapped “You lost me the moment you made me into your murder weapon. I know the tea you made me give mother was poisoned. Our little secret, remember? All these years you had me believing she died of a fever. When the truth was, you ensured her death!”  

“That’s enough!”  

“Just like you condemned Edmond Dantes to the C hateau d'if!” Albert practically screamed in his face. The slap across his face echoed throughout the room.  

“Ah yes, Edmond Dantes. Or rather, should I call him the Count of Monte Cristo?” Morcerf asked and Albert gasped “That’s right. I know. Your friend here figured it out and told me everything after his duel” Albert shot Franz a hard glare which Franz shrank under.  

Franz tried to defend himself “I was only trying to help! He was a danger, and you weren't listening to me. I had no choice -”  

“Franz. Shut. Up” Albert snarled “I’ll deal with you later” he turned back to his father “And what of it? You can’t win against the Count”  

“I don’t need to. I’ve got all of Paris under my heel. It won’t be long till I finally make that bastard pay for taking what was mine” he grinned evilly “He thought he was so special, winning Mercedes. She was a fool to throw her lot in with him when I was right there. But I won in the end. Mercedes gave up on him and married me instead... But then she discovered papers linked to the sentencing and realised I was involved. She was going to expose me to the police, and have me arrested. How... dare she defy me. Her husband. Her owner! Don’t you see? That blasted Edmond still had her heart, even after all those years. And now he’s corrupted my own son against me!”  

Albert smirked “Oh, he’s done more than just corrupt. You have no idea what you’re up against. It’ll take more than a few explosions to rattle him” Albert turned on his heel. “We’re done here. You’re clearly too far gone to be reasoned with” he started to walk away.  

Morcerf yelled after him “Albert! Albert!! Don’t you walk away from me, boy!” Albert did not stop.  

“Albert, look out!” Franz’s warning came too late. A shot rang out and Albert collapsed to the floor. A bullet lodged deep in his abdomen. “ALBERT!!” Franz screamed running to his side “No! No, Albert, no!” he looked up at Morcerf who held the smoking gun “What have you done!?”  

“Everything I did, it was because I loved her” Morcerf muttered “And because I loved him too... but once again, Edmond Dantes beats me. Not this time” without another word, Morcerf stormed out of the room. Leaving Albert to bleed out in Franz’s arms.  

He wept “Albert, I’m sorry. I - I didn’t know he’d”  

“P-pocket” Albert rasped “Inside my – pocket... call... call him...” with that Albert passed out. Franz frantically searched until he found a white oval-shaped object. Franz realised it was a distress call and pressed the button. Within seconds, he heard Baptistin’s voice respond.  

“Albert? Albert, respond. What happened?”  

“General Morcerf’s ship!” Franz spoke desperately “He’s shot Albert, he’s bleeding out!”  

--  

“As long as that bastard lives, I can’t die either!” Morcerf said to himself “I swear, I’m going to take everything away you hold dear, Edmond Dantes. Just as you took everything from me!!”  

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Bertuccio and Baptism thankfully arrived within minutes. Their smaller ship ploughed a hole into Morcerf’s much larger one which in turn made the ship inoperable and begin to descend to ground level. They found the now unconscious Albert in the arms of a tearful and apologetic Franz. “Help him, please” Franz begged  

Meanwhile, Albert’s father was on his way to deal with the ghost of his past once and for all. The destruction to the city had left the Count’s city home destroyed allowing him access inside within his mechanical armour. When he finally reached the lowest section, he was left momentarily stunned at his surroundings. He'd heard whispers of what the inside of the house looked like but nothing compared to what his imagination had thought up.  

“I bid you welcome!” the County’s voice announced, bringing Morcerf out of his thoughts. There stood the man who had haunted his past. Who’s name was like ash upon his tongue.  

“YOU DIE!” Morcerf bellowed, his mecha armoured suit lunging towards the Count. His sword pierced through the Count and, for a split second, Morcerf was victorious. That is until the man vanished, showing to be nothing but a projection. The County’s laughter echoed mockingly within the underground area. “Show yourself!” he demanded as the laughter continued.  

A second mecha suit burst from the lake’s surface, this one made of gleaming silver and with wings of metal shards. “Fernand Montague!” The Count said from within the suit of armour. Their massive swords clashed with sparks flying. “Please allow me to express my gratitude for attacking in person, my good General”  

“You vile Spector!” Morcerf shouted angrily “Those words will be the last you ever speak!”  

The two sparred with skill and budding fury, with the Count coming up on top with a swift slice at the metal arm. They jumped apart and pointed their swords at one another.  

“I will curse you with the despair of one who has had everything in his life stolen from him. Prepare to feel... the burning fire of my vengeance!”  

--  

Albert awoke to a searing pain in his side. It took him a good moment to remember what had happened. “Count!” he gasped trying to leave the bed only to crumple at the pain.  

“Albert, you shouldn’t push yourself” Franz scolded from his bedside “Please rest. You barely made it”  

The brunette shook his head “I can’t. My father is going to try and murder the Count. I have to stop him”  

Franz let out a weary sigh “I was worried you’d say that. Baptism, he’s awake” he called and the black haired man appeared “Make for the Count’s city estate” He turned back to Albert standing from his seat “I hope this was worth it. For your sake if nothing else”  

Meanwhile, Haydee lay motionless on the bed in the Count’s cell, reeling from what had just happened. After Albert was taken to see his father, the Count returned and barred himself in his cell. Gankutsuou was gaining more control and Haydee had begged the Count to take his pills. As it turned out, they were not just pills for nourishment but also something to keep the raging beast calm. The Count had tried. Tried so desperately to take the offered medicine but Gankutsuou took charge and scattered the pills across the floor.  

“My body is no longer my own” he had groaned “Miss Haydee, I beg you... tell Albert... I’m sorry” That was the last thing she remembered before he knocked her out. Haydee found the strength to stand once more and gather the fallen medicine.  

“No. I will not allow you to die. Not like my father did. I won’t do it”  

--  

The duel continued on upstairs. Each opponent gave everything they had. One driven by vengeance and one driven by madness. Morcerf refused to let himself be bested by Edmond Dantes ever again. He’d gotten rid of the man once. He could do it again. His arrogance would be his undoing for he was unaware that his rival had the aid of a beast of darkness. Gankutsuou took charge yet again and easily overpowered the General. Dealing more damage than the other suit could take. And with every injury the suit suffered, so it its occupant. Morcerf felt every punch, every stab, every hit until he was mercifully thrown backwards.  

“Set your mind at ease” The Count growled gleefully “I will not kill you. I will not grant you a rest bite from suffering so easily” Memories flashed of his time in the hell that was his imprisonment. The torture, the misery, the abject loneliness. It was exactly what Gankustuou needed to take control fully. The Count howled in pain just as Haydee arrived. Morcerf took the chance and stabbed the suit, causing that to topple over as well. He climbed out while the Count staggered out, hands clutching at his face in agony.  

Gripping his sword, Morcerf attacked “Nightmare be gone!” he yelled plunging the sword right through the Count at the same time Albert arrived on the ship. Much to his horror, the Count stood tall with the sword still embedded in him, skin glowing with purple markings and all humanity gone. “But how... How is this possible?”  

“I... I will not die” announced Gankutsuou “I have not committed the final piece of death” he advanced on Morcerf who backed away like a coward. Gankutsuou pulled out the sword without any hindrance nor a speck of blood. “Fernand, look upon me. Look upon the twisted man who had sacrificed himself body and soul for the sake of his ultimate revenge” Morcerf was truly terrified, unable to turn his gaze from the monster he had helped create. The man before him had once been his friend, his confidant. Until his own selfish greed and jealousy won out. For the first time in years, staring up at the shadow of Edmond, he felt a pang of guilt.  

“Please, you mustn’t!” Haydee begged “You mustn’t go any further with this, Count!” she slowly made her way towards him “I cannot. I cannot allow you to continue with your revenge”  

Gankutsuou was not impressed with her interruption “Stand aside girl” but Haydee refused to move no matter how many times he demanded it.  

“I will not lose you, Count. And I will not allow Albert to lose you too” Albert’s name caused a shift, enough that a spark of the Count came forward. Morcerf grabbed Haydee and pressed a gun to her temple.  

“You heard what the little girl said, Edmond. End this now or she dies”  

Suddenly, another voice broke through the haze “Count!” it was Albert, breaking away from Franz to run towards them, only to fall to the ground. “Father please, stop this madness. Don’t do it!”  

“Last chance, Edmond” Morcerf warned “Drop the sword or she dies” Haydee pleaded through choked breaths for him to take his medicine. Still thinking of his wellbeing while her own was under threat. Whatever was left of Edmond, it let the sword fall from his grip and Morcerf cackled manically “You and your revenge. This is why you’ve always been nothing more than a pathetic helpless weakling!”  

Suddenly, Gankustuou began laughing in turn startling the General “Fernand, I suggest to take a look at your son” he said pointing to their right. Morcerf turned and felt himself freeze. There his son stood holding a gun pointed at Morcerf, a stone cold expression on his face. Franz too held a gun though his expression was far less stern. The guns had been given to them by Baptism.  

Morcerf felt a wave of betrayal stronger than anything “You bastard! You’ve corrupted my son!”  

“Corrupted? My dear General, I fear I’ve done far more than that” Morcerf reeled back in disgust at the allegation. He once more turned to his son, wide-eyed in disbelief.  

“He’s lying. Albert, tell me his lying!” Albert’s silence was deafening “You... You little brat! Ungrateful little urchin!” he threw Haydee to the ground and turned fully towards his son, pointing the gun at him now “You betrayed me just like your harlot of a mother! After everything I gave you, you throw your lot in with him!?”  

“Father, look at yourself. Look at the destruction you’ve caused. You really think I would be on your side?” he shook his head “I’m sorry, but I’ve made my choice”  

Morcerf glanced at his rival and smirked “You know he nearly married her. Mercedes, your mother. How does it feel to know you’re nothing but a replacement for her!?”  

Albert simply shook his head “Oh Father, so blind and foolish. Haven’t you ever heard of a marriage of convenience?” Morcerf choked in shock and Albert nodded “That’s right. My mother and the Count came to an arrangement. They would marry to protect each other. They were friends. Nothing more”  

The General could scarcely believe it. His hands shook and his heart raced. A marriage of convenience? If that were true then – then Edmond was never a threat to begin with. “But why? Why would she agree to...” in an instant, it all made sense. Why Mercedes agreed to marry Edmond after barely a month of courtship. Why Mercedes avoided her family at all costs. Why Edmond never had a girlfriend until Mercedes. “They – They married to... protect each other”  

The gun slipped from his grip and the General fell to his knees. Edmond was no threat at all, but his jealousy couldn’t see it. He’d sent an innocent man to rot for the crime of being a good friend. With that, Morcerf was rendered no threat at all. The drive to kill Edmond was wiped away with one simple truth. Without ever needing to fire a shot.  

Gankutsuou laughed. And laughed and laughed and laughed. Making Danglar forever lost in space? Fantastic. Driving Villefort to madness? Delightful. But this? Oh, this was vengeance in its purest form. The mighty Fernand brought down by his own Hubertus. It was utterly glorious and Gankustuou feasted on his misery like a glutton. Albert lowered his gun with dread filling his soul.  

“Count?” he whispered  

The beast shook his glowing purple head “I am but what remains of the man you nice knew as the Count of Monte Cristo. I am... Gankutsuou. The pact is concluded and his body is mine”  

“No!” Albert cried  

“Your Excellency, please!” pleaded Haydee  

Ignoring the pleas and cries, the creature ordered Bertuccio to fetch his cloak and ready the ship. “Count, stop!” Albert pleaded again “Is this the destiny that you spoke so eloquently about? Weren’t you the one to say a person’s destiny is something they had to create for themselves with their own two hands? So tell me, where’s that precious will of yours now, huh?”  

“Foolish boy” Gankutsuou mocked “His heart no longer beats. He cannot hear you”  

Albert, with all the sense of a madman and the courage of one too, bolted after the man. “Albert!” Franz yelled but it went ignored. Albert ran until he was ahead of the Count and stood in his way.  

“His time is up. You cannot save him. Not you, a mere boy who cannot possibly understand my friend’s heart”  

Albert shook his head defiantly “You’re wrong. I understand it better than anyone. For my heart and his beat as one” With everything Albert had, he moved to embrace the Count. Gankutsuou gasped, suddenly unable to move. Realising his touch had an effect, Albert gripped the fabric of his shirt, went on his tiptoes, and pulled him down for a kiss. Pouring every ounce of love he had for the Count into said kiss.  

If he is doomed then so am I. Take me as well, Gankustuou.  

Everyone else looked on in various levels of shock and disbelief. Made speechless at the sight. A burst of light engulfed the pair, bathing the underground area in a blinding white light. Gankutsuou could be heard bellowing out one last wail as he faded away for good, absorbed into the light. When the light dissipated, what was left behind was something unexpected. Albert pulled away, letting out a soft gasp at the man in his arms. Gone was the Count of Monte Cristo. There now stood a man of tanned skin and dark hair, healthy and strong with matching blue eyes. Albert gently placed a hand on the man’s chest and was shocked to feel a heartbeat underneath the skin and bone.  

“Count...” he whispered in awe, tears in his eyes “You’re –”  

“My name... Is Edmond Dantes” he said with a smile and tears of his own “You saved me, Albert”  

Haydee was already crying with joy “Excellency!”  

“It actually worked” muttered Franz both astounded and disappointed  

All around them, the underground area began to fall apart. Edmond announced “We must leave. This place was being held together by Gankutsuo's power. Armay, get Elouise and her son to safety. The rest of you, we must hurry” The urgency in his voice made everyone head for the ship. All except Morcerf who remained behind. What did he have left to return to? His son hated him, his wife was gone, and the city would call for his head for the damage he caused. His last thoughts were of what might have been as he put a bullet through his brain.  

Edmond carried Albert in his arms as they raced for the ship. Albert’s injury making him unable to spring as needed. Baptism did the same for Haydee as they all made it onto the ship with mere moments to spare. Armay took the hand of Elouise had guided her and her son to safety as the once beautiful place was turned to rubble. On the ship, Edmond stared out of the window of the place he’d once called home. Albert held his hand as the ship rose higher and higher to safety.  

And that, Albert thought with a slight twinge of sadness, makes three.  

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A massive gaping hole was all that remained of the city estate. The damage would be blamed on Morcerf’s rampage and not the death of a beast that even monsters feared. Paris lay in ruin after the failed coup. Many left dead and many more left homeless. After disembarking the ship, Franz bid Albert a bittersweet goodbye. He would always hold a place in his heart for his friend but had finally accepted Albert’s love belonged to another. He hoped one day they’d meet again should fate ever cross their paths.  

At the space station, Edmond glanced at his ever faithful servants “You two are released of your debt to me. You may leave as you please”  

The two servants shared a look before both refused to leave “Nah, you’re stuck with us” said Baptism  

“I promised to serve until my death, Excellency” added Bertuccio  

Haydee stepped forward “I won’t leave. Not until I get to know the real you, Edmond”  

With that, the group blasted off to worlds far away. Off to start a new life for themselves. Thus ends the summer storm that threatened the envelop them all. Edmond was now free. Free to live his life to his own desires and not those of his past vengeance. The curtain falls on this dark chapter. And now a newer, brighter one can begin.   

Five years would pass and much would change and stay the same. Haydee would eventually return to Janiah and retake the throne in memory of her father. Her accent to the throne was backed by Edmond’s bottomless pockets which aided in her bloodless takeover. She was now Queen and sought to mend ties with their counterparts and finally put an end to the galactic war.  

Eugenie went on to become a world-famous pianist, both on Earth and off planet as well. With Louise by her side every step of the way, she never failed to bring her melodies to life. The two married on a distant planet where their love was not only accepted but celebrated.  

Lucian became involved in politics after the failed coup and Beauchamp was made the Editor of his publishing company. Together they worked hard to right the wrongs done by their predecessors and make Paris safer for everyone.  

Maximilian eventually returned home after serving in the galactic army. He returned to find Valentine had waited for him. Their reunion was celebrated by everyone who knew them, his family most of all who were already hearing wedding bells in the future. Renaud especially was happy for them, having been the one to introduce them all those years ago.  

As for Franz, it took longer than he anticipated but he did eventually move on from Albert. At one of the many parties of Paris’s upper class, he was introduced to a young man named Alexander, the heir of a noble family. The two quickly hit it off and slowly began to fall in love. Unlike before were Franz had to hide his true intentions, Alexander wanted no such thing. He proudly proclaimed his love for Franz and said that he would take no one else as a partner. Times in Paris were changing and thus their families agreed that the two could be together. Their wedding was scheduled for the next fall.  

Albert had spent the last five years travelling the stars alongside Edmond. Now free of his bonds and need for vengeance, the pair were deliriously happy with each other. Albert was made an ambassador of Earth, thanks in part to Lucian’s influence. That title also helped pave the way for Haydee to take back her family’s throne. The pair were on their way back to Paris for a reunion of Albert’s friends. Edmond was surprised to find out he too was invited by Franz as well.  

The reunion wasn’t until that night so the pair had time to go to the cemetery and pay their respects to Mercedes. While her ashes had been spread on Luna years ago, a headstone had been erected beside that of her parents within Marseille. A small act of kindness Morcerf allowed after months of badgering.  

“Hello, Mother. I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long” Albert greeted with a sad smile  

“Hello Mercedes,” Edmond said softly “I can see it runs in the family. You saved me and so did your son. I can only hope you find me good enough for Albert”  

Albert sighed affectionately “Don’t be silly. She would just be happy that I was happy”  

“Yes, she would have” The two fell into silence for a while, each saying their own silent message to Mercedes when Edmond suddenly sighed “I just realised”  

“Realised what?”  

Edmond smiled at him “Mercedes is going to be my mother-in-law when I marry you. Oh, she’s going to love that when I die” he said laughing  

Meanwhile, Albert was as red as the setting sun “M-marry me!?”  

The reunion later that night went as well as it could be. Those who remember Edmond with blue skin and mismatched eyes were left quite stunned at his new appearance. The interactions between Franz and Edmond were always going to be tense given their history, but any lingering jealousy was quelled when Alexander made jokes and broke the ice. The night was filled with laughter and revelry, old friends catching up just like old times. When the party ended, Albert slept in the arms of Edmond like he did every night. Soothed to sleep by the thump – thump of Edmond’s heart. In his arms he found peace and in Albert’s arms, Edmond found salvation.     

Fin