Here is the third chapter! I shall add more after I get people's comments on it!! All righty well hope to see your reviews!! Remember this is a Role-play so if this is weird to read I'm Sorry!
Chapter 3- Will you stay or will you return to the Surface?
After she had been up in her room a while she began to straighten it up and she didn't know why but she also began to hum. She never hummed, well hadn't in awhile, but while she straightened up a tune just seemed to play in her mind and came out of her mouth in a hum. She needed to clean her room anyway. She had left in a hurry when she had gone down to Erik's lair that she totally forgot to finish cleaning. "I hope Erik's all right."
"Who's Erik?" demanded Raoul, folding his arm as he stared sternly at Olivia. "I hope you haven't taken up with a boy, Olivia!" He had nothing but concern for this girl. Admittedly he was stubborn and sensible, but he didn't like her ... here. Not close to the man who had almost killed him. He hated the very feel of the place now, feared it though he would not admit it, and did not want anyone from his family going anywhere near it.
"And so what if I have...I am 24 years old now Raoul! The same age as you. I'm not a child anymore," she said getting annoyed. "Why did you come anyway? I'm not going home if that's what you're thinking. I like it here and I get to do something that I love."
Knowing he had already lost the argument he shook his head. "No matter how old you are I think you're still too young! However much you insist you're not a child, you are!"
He came to her side and put a hand on her shoulder, staring into her eyes as he begged. "Come home. I don't like you being here - it's not safe," he added in a soft whisper. "No matter where you go he can find you, and if he finds out you're a de Chagny he could do you harm."
"Well, you said he's a mad genius right? Well, he probably already knows I'm a de Chagny and so far nothing has happened to me," she said sitting on her bed looking up at him with a small smirk on her face.
"He's a mad genius, all right." Raoul shivered involuntarily, feeling himself growing more anxious by the second. "Please, Olivia, come home. He could be planning something. He killed your father!" he cried suddenly, his eyebrows raising. "He must know who you are by now. You don't know what's going on in his mind, ever!"
"I'm glad to hear I still frighten you, Vicomte," Erik's voice came from behind the wall. It slowly grew louder, appearing to centre over a chair - as though someone were sitting in it. "Or is it Comte, now? You've inherited the title, yes? Ah, no matter. Now, what were you saying about me?"
"Erik," she said softly to herself so that only she could hear it. She really didn't care whether or not Raoul had gained her father's inheritance or not. Hearing Erik's voice though was something she wasn't expecting, plus he was suppose to be resting; he almost had a heart-attack. "He was saying that you're going to kill me because I'm a de Chagny."
"You know him?" Shock completely overtook Raoul and he stumbled onto the bed, sitting down hard. Erik laughed.
"Why would I do a stupid thing like that? Oh, oh - revenge, yes." He gave another creepy laugh, his voice drifting closer to Raoul. "No, I wouldn't hurt this one ... Raoul, why must you insist upon returning so often?"
Raoul stood, the fear evident in his eyes though he tried to keep it from his voice. "I'm trying to do the right thing, Erik," he growled, and anyone who didn't know him could easily have been fooled into thinking he was confident.
"I might know him," she said with a smile somewhat hinting she truly did know him, maybe not well but she did know Erik. She listened to them patiently waiting for her turn to speak. "Raoul please. Just leave I won't get hurt, besides Erik already said he won't hurt me," Olivia said for two reasons 1) she wanted Raoul to leave her life and choices in her own hands, and 2) she feared Erik would get worked up again.
Erik had to smile, hearing Olivia's words. He pressed his lips to the wall in his secret corridor and agreed with her. "Raoul, listen to her. Do you think I'd hurt her?" Raoul shuddered, his face paling. He'd heard that before.
Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay ...
What are my sins? he had thought desperately on the occasion. Is it a sin to protect her? He found himself thinking along the exact same lines now, even though Erik's hypnotic voice was luring him out the door.
"She knows how to manage her own life ... she can do it, Raoul de Chagny. Trust her."
"Raoul what's wrong?" she asked seeing Raoul shudder and turn pale. She wasn't there and didn't know the lines were similar to those when Erik had kidnapped Christine and Raoul had gone after them. Even though she was always annoyed by Raoul's actions and thoughts about her still being a child she did love him like a niece would an uncle especially since he was the only family that she had left.
"He's doing it again," Raoul cried. "Olivia, listen to me. You're not safe!"
"Are you always this stubborn!" Erik shouted, going around and bursting through the door. Though his hands shook slightly he otherwise looked nearly perfect, and there was certainly no sign - other than his heavier-than-normal breath, of course - that he had recently suffered a mild heart attack.
"Yes he is always this stubborn," she said looking at Erik and then back at Raoul. She placed a hand on Raoul's shoulder trying to calm him down. "Raoul please you must stay calm. Plus you are indeed confusing me. What do you mean he's doing it again? Doing what, Raoul?"
Erik came forward, making Raoul step back involuntarily. "He's doing it again," he repeated firmly. "What happened down in his hole. He spoke like this to me. It's like it's happening again. He's a monster, Olivia, and Christine's still under his spell in a lot of ways."
Erik shook his head. "Pity. I'm sure you're doing everything you can to squash her music?" He turned to Olivia, sighed and shook his head again. "He's trying to squash your dance, too, isn't he." It was not a question; he knew the answer.
"I can't just blame Raoul for that, Erik. You yourself are guilty as well," she said hinting at the fact he was trying to make her sing and who knows try to make her as good or even better than Christine. Olivia then turned back to Raoul with a frown. What could she say? This was confusing it didn't seem like Erik was like that not to her anyway but there have been stories going around what had happened when Erik kidnapped Christine that he had placed her under some form of spell. But who could she believe?
Deciding to play dumb he shrugged and gave her an innocent laugh. "I encourage your dancing, my dear." All gentleman he went on with his facade. "I help you with your dancing, don't I? I encourage you to pursue your artistic inclinations."
"Just as you persuaded Christine to pursue her passions in your hole," growled Raoul, and suddenly Erik had had enough.
Before he did anything rash he clenched his fists in on themselves, digging his nails through the soft leather of his gloves until he could feel the skin on his palms tearing. "I never touched her against her will!" he roared, storming out and slamming the door behind him. He found himself muttering all the way to his home, where he threw himself into his coffin and screamed in a blind rage at the walls. The boy wasn't fit to look at Christine, let alone speak of her!
Raoul, back in Olivia's dressing room, was shocked by the sudden disappearance. Muttering an excuse he pulled on his jacket shakily.
"Goodbye Raoul," Olivia said with a nod of her head as she watched Raoul walk off. Once he was gone she ran out of her room and to the only way she knew how to get into Erik's lair. She walked down there slowly and cautiously avoiding the traps Erik had set up to protect him and his home just like he showed her. "Erik! Erik I know you're down here please I'm sorry about Raoul. He shouldn't of said any of those things," she said when she reached his house on the lake and looked around for him.
Erik emerged from his house, stepping lightly into the gondola and polling his way across the lake so she could come with him. Upon reaching shore he leapt out lightly, stumbling and just barely catching himself before he fell flat on his face. He really should have been resting.
"I don't blame you for him," he said calmly. "Are you going to come with me, or do you want to stay aboveground tonight?"
He paused, realizing he'd never invited her to stay with him - only ever brought her down for lessons - and swallowed, quite pleased that his cravat hid the bobbing of his Adam's apple.
She let out a gasp when he almost fell, trying to go over to help him, but when she saw that he got it she let out a breath of relief. She heard him talk with silence but when his question came she was quite surprised. This was all quite sudden to her but she kept a straight face except for that small smile that formed on her lips. She thought for a moment before saying, "All right Erik...I'll come with you."
R&R!!
