Okay so earlier stupid me accidentally deleted this story. Luckily I managed to recover it. But in the process it lost all of its followers/favoriters, so if you had followed/faved this story, as of now you are not. So to do that please do refollow or refav! Anyway, since I've had a lot of time on my hands lately, here is an early update..
That girl had run right into his trap. She was plastered against the door of the dorm, frozen and wide-eyed. She thought she was safe in here, she thought she could escape him here, but what Isabelle failed to realize was that Erik was everywhere. There was nowhere in this building she could go to escape him.
"I haven't done anything wrong, I swear!" Isabelle gasped, still unmoving.
Erik ignored her desperate pleas and grabbed her, fastening a punjab lasso around her throat. He pulled on the rope tight enough so it wouldn't kill her, but would cut off her windpipe. Within seconds Isabelle had gone limp in his arms. Erik scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder, uncaringly making his way back to his lair.
Erik awoke the next morning to a shuffling noise coming from his music room. He silently stepped into the room containing all of his instruments and music- the room he spent basically all of his time in. Also known as the perfect place to tie up his little prisoner. Erik had tied the rope around her neck, to the arm of one of the chairs mercilessly tight.
"Awake?" He asked, his voice cool and clipped.
Isabelle thrashed against the rope angrily "Why are you so hell bent on making me suffer?!" She cried.
Erik paused turning to her, "you are only getting what you deserve"
"What I deserve? What in the world did I ever do to make you think I deserved this!?"
Erik wondered if perhaps his parents hadn't told her about him, probably not- but it didn't really matter.
"Somebody has got to pay" he hissed.
"Pay for what!?" Isabelle demanded, "I've only been here three days and you've already managed to attack me twice, drop faulty scenery on me, and take me as your prisoner!"
A rush of anger boiled over Erik, he dashed to Isabelle leaning down so they were face level. He wrapped his hand around her throat once more.
"I should kill you, but that would be too good a fate" he snarled.
All he got from Isabelle was an array of choking noises as she clawed at his grip on her throat.
"To top it off, you stabbed me" Erik added tightening his grip on her throat, "I should be impressed, nobody here as ever done a thing like that before"
Isabelle was getting dizzy, she could see spots dancing in her vision. She couldn't breathe.
"Don't have such a big mouth now, do you?" Erik hissed with a sadastic smile before throwing her back to the ground as she gasped for air.
"Stay silent, and stay out of my way. If you do not comply I assure you will regret it"
I don't know how he expects me to go anywhere anyway when I'm tied to a freaking chair. As for staying silent? I needed answers. Isabelle decided.
As soon as she was out of his grasp she stood up, the rope sliding up the chair as she did so. "I deserve answers" she demanded.
The phantom froze as if he was not expecting her to be so bold.
"For starters, you can tell me why you hate me so much" Isabelle was trying to be as brave as she could, but her hands were shaking and her face had paled.
"What was not clear to you about 'stay silent"
"If you're going to keep me here I at least should know why"
To her surprise, the phantom did not strangle her again, "You are a Destler, are you not?"
"Yes..." Isabelle trailed off confused.
"That's all the reason I need" Erik hissed his usual cold demeanor returning.
"But why? What did the Destlers do to you?"
"You don't need to know that" he said darkly. The next thing Isabelle knew he was out of the room.
Hours of extreme boredom passed as Isabelle was forced to sit on the ground attached to a chair like an animal. She still had so many questions but she knew if she asked them they would go unanswered anyway. The phantom walked back into the room she was in and sat down in front of the organ, looking around Isabelle realized the room she was in was filled with instruments and sheet music.
"Can you please just answer some of my questions?" She asked trying to appeal to his compassionate side- which she wasn't sure there was one. As predicted, the phantom simply ignored her and continued to play. Isabelle had to admit the music he played was amazing, but she heard of his music already. Julia tried to scare her by telling her that the music he played was so sweet that it could lure people to his lair and force them to do his bidding. But somehow, looking at the phantom even in all all of his evilness towards Isabelle, she didn't see a man who would do what Julia had accused.
"I won't shut up until you answer my questions" Isabelle warned
The phantom paused his playing, "you're lucky I've kept you alive, but that will change if you don't well, how you put it- 'shut up'"
Isabelle wanted to bite back with another sarcastic comment, but she really did want some answers and angering him was not the way to do that. "Look, all I'm asking is you explain things a little to me, believe it or not I really would like to know why you hate me so unbelievably much"
"I've told you enough, now you will be quiet or I will silence you myself!"
"Is Julia right?" Isabelle nearly shouted in frustration, "do you really just kidnap random ballerinas!?"
"Julia is a fool" the phantom roared. Isabelle winced as he stood up, she didn't say another word for a good while.
Despite the fact that Isabelle couldn't get him to answer any of her questions, she still felt like she was getting somewhere because she spoke nearly every time he told her to be quiet, and he didn't well..kill her.
This girl was different than Erik expected, she didn't cower in fear, or obey anything he told her to do- and he didn't like it.
"Seeing as there is nowhere I can go anyway, can you please untie me"
"If I untie you will you shut your mouth"
"Yes" Isabelle promised
Erik stood up from the bench and untied the knot around Isabelle's neck, " I'm leaving" he announced, "I will be back in a few hours, in the meantime if you get into anything I'll tie you back up"
Before Isabelle could say anything he was rowing away on the lake, as soon as he was out of sight Isabelle did exactly what he told her not to. She rummaged through drawers and shelves trying to find something, anything that could give her as to why she was here.
Isabelle was about to give up when she spotted something interesting, in one of the drawers of his desk there were stacks of pictures. Most of them were of a young woman who Isabelle assumed was Christine, others were of random inanimate objects around the room. But under those drawings was a series of more disturbing ones. The first one she saw was unmistakably a gypsy fair, the tents were etched perfectly, this phantom really was talented, but what caught her attention was the main focus of the drawing. In the center there was a tent larger than the rest with the words "The Devil's Child" scratched on it. The next drawing looked to be the inside of a tent, there was a cage surrounded by people, and in that cage was a little boy, and a larger man standing over him with a whip. Isabelle wondered if this was meant to be the inside view of the devil child tent.
The next drawing made Isabelle audibly gasp. It was an image of a man and a woman with an uncanny resemblance to her parents. Well, her 'caretakers', Isabelle refused to see them as her parents. She didn't know why or how the phantom had a picture of them, but it explained a little bit as to why she was here. Perhaps the phantom had some kind of relationship with them that didn't end so well, so he developed some kind of obsessive hatred that he was willing to take out on her. Isabelle felt herself growing angry, how dare he make her suffer for an issue she had with those who raised her, she hated them too! She wanted to scream at him and demand he tell her what happened between him and her caretakers, but if the phantom knew she had directly disobeyed him again, Isabelle was afraid of how he might react.
A soft paddling noise was coming from the river, Isabelle looked over her shoulder and saw the phantom returning on his boat. Quickly she stuffed all of the drawings back into their drawer and ran back to the chair.
Erik walked back into his music room to see Isabelle sitting in the chair with her knees pulled up to her chest, just like when he left her. Somehow he knew untying her had not been a good idea, no doubt she had gone 'exploring' while he was gone.
"Where did you go?" Isabelle asked.
He had gone up to deliver a letter written by 'Isabelle' informing that an issue came up at home, and she would be gone for awhile- but she had to be crazy if she thought he was going to answer her.
"No answer? Right, to be expected" she muttered.
Erik turned his head ever so slightly to see Isabelle sitting there with her head resting on her knees, looking dissapointed and bored. For a moment he wondered what exactly he was going to do with her. He hadn't really thought his plan through, what was he going to do? How long was he going to keep her alive before he killed her? Erik knew she had the same questions.
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