Audrey Horne loves Halloween.

And Charles wonders if he would ever meet another woman who makes his chest tighten the way it did when his eyes fall on Camilla.

"I'm not your fucking cure." It's the last thing she says to him and he realizes that while she's right, she's definitely something else.

Eponine wonders, day in and day out, how she got roped up into this sort of life. Because vampires, witches, werewolves are almost too much for her to handle - but sometimes it's the humans that really get her down.

Audrey reflects during breakfast, the morning after.

Magic has a way of working even in the most plain of situations and the world is full of magic that nobody except the chosen can see. And they were the chosen.

in montparnasse's clothes, eponine resembles a little boy - a little boy cosette longs to dance with all night long.

it's together, when they lay in the darkness and the silence, that they really do feel as one.

the war is over, but the war in max's head will never be. it's battled only by the love he feels for his companion.

Lying isn't for classy girls like Grace, even if she's made her life off of the lies she knows so well.

pre show. eleanor pays max for pleasure, and pleasure, max gives.