Disclaimer: I own no rights to The Phantom of the Opera. Be it book, movie, or theater production. Though, Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber do. Probably some others as well...I dunno, just not me.
Authoress' Note: Okay! Off time was a bit longer then I thought. Well, because I wasted a whole day doing a stupid report that wasn't due until next month. I am stupid. Yes, anywho! Chapter, kind of short. Sorry. Wish I had time to respond to all you wonderful people whom reviewed! Happiness much. Thanks. Now, the reason I'm going so fast is because I want to post this before I go off to clean the house and then explore the world of Trader Joes with my mother. So! I hope you enjoy this.
Key:
'This' will be thoughts, and it should be easy to tell who is thinking what.
...Into La Ment
Erik glared at Meg, though; he had no idea what to think. Surely, the girl had to be drunk. Still, he couldn't help but be furious. The distress had not yet cleared, and he was still breathing agitatedly.
"Vengeance is mine!" Meg announced loudly, looking proud of herself before letting out a small "woo" and grabbing hold of the bedding to steady herself. Erik let out an unintentional scoff and looked away, ignoring her for now. He couldn't imagine her sojourning about in some appalling bistro, mingling with drunkards. He sighed; had he distressed Meg so much? Thinking back, she definitely deserved her revenge. He glanced over at Meg, whom currently looked like she was going to be sick. Erik fought off the impending feeling of pity and with that, he changed thoughts. Meg did not seem like the type of woman who would drink away troubles. Erik turned to look at her, standing up with a panicked expression.
"Meg! When you left from work, what exactly did you do?" Erik said quickly, forgetting formality.
"Hmm..." Meg seemed to have forgotten her nausea when Erik spoke to her, "Monsieur detective, he followed me," her voice became shushed, "I told him not to, I swear."
"Yes.. I believe you.." Erik said dully, humoring her, "Now, did this said 'detective' take you anywhere?"
"To dinner! I told him I needed to see my husband. We had drinks, I did, and he was awfully unexciting." Meg mumbled, now looking bored.
"Did you tell him anything? Anything important?" Erik was getting impatient.
Meg made a small tisk noise, "He said things about your murdering, oh, he asked my name!"
"And you answered, did you not?" Erik stared flatly at her, already knowing the answer.
"Of course! That one was easy." Meg cried happily.
"Wonderful." Erik replied, rolling his eyes, "And you said nothing about me? My name? If you knew anything about the murders?"
"No. No. No." Meg answered, not quite comprehending his questions, but deciding to answer them as such anyways. Erik sighed and sat down again at the edge of the bed.
"If you did, he'd have to die."
"Ehhh." Meg grimaced in response to his death comment. Then, without warning, she turned her head and vomited. Erik's face turned up in disgust as she did so.
"How pleasant.." He mumbled sarcastically.
Meg stared at the ground, looking completely distraught. "..Look what I did to my carpet.." She garbled, wiping her mouth with her hand and looking over at Erik pitifully.
"Let's get you to the restroom." Erik said sighing and standing. He moved over to Meg, helping her up gingerly. He began to escort her to the restroom when Meg groaned and lifted her hand to her mouth. Her body jolted and she quickly flung out her arm to stop Erik then quickly scurried off. She slide into the door, a large bang echoing out into the apartment, followed by the sound of spewing liquid.
Erik stood in the restroom doorway, staring at Meg with an expression of mixed aversion and pity. His back was aching, and he was no longer in the mood to pay attention to the careless child. Sighing tiredly, he leaned against the molding, his own thoughts alarming him. He was being quite cruel for no particular reason, to a girl whom had been caring for him for almost a week. At that moment, Meg tensed up and she lowered herself down to the sink. Her body heaved multiple times but that was all. A pitiful whine left her throat and she sunk to the floor. Erik moved over to her gracefully, kneeling down next to her. He placed his hands softly on her shoulders.
"You will be fine now. Dry heaves; your stomach is empty. Come, you must rest now." Erik whispered quietly, trying to soothe her. Meg shuttered, feeling intolerably weak from the strain her stomach had just gone through. Her throat ached and she had the most terrible taste in her mouth. Meg felt herself being pulled off the ground, though, before Erik could assist her further, she grasped the side of the sink and turned it on, reaching out to collect water. She sucked the water out of her hand, swooshing it about in her mouth. She spat and then repeated, but this time wishing to drink the water. Before she could, Erik reached forward quickly and tenderly placed his hand just under her mouth, fingertips brushing over her bottom lip subtly. Meg stopped, looking quite surprised, however, seconds later Erik removed his hand and gestured toward the sink. "Do not drink, you will only render yourself sick again." Meg nodded stupidly and complied. She looked downward, wiping her sleeve across her mouth. 'I must look a sight.' She thought, now feeling quite embarrassed.
Erik ushered her to her room, assisting as best he could without hurting himself enormously. He placed his hands gingerly on her waist to help her onto the bed. Meg sighed and slumped down onto the bed. Erik removed his hands as she turned on her back to look at him. She smiled at him momentarily and looked as if she was about to speak, but she seemed to have changed her mind and closed her eyes. Erik was glad to know Meg was not wearing a corset,as hecould tell when he placed his hands on her waist. He could only imagine the how much worse the strain would have been for the girl. Trying not to smile redundantly, he looked away momentarily, not sure what to do next. Erik moved away from the bed a bit, lifting his dress shirt to examine the condition of his wound. All seemed right, it had no begun bleeding again, though it certainly hurt much more then when he was resting. Sighing, he sat at the end of the bed, his head in his hands.
Regret passed over him and he began to feel guilty once more for the way he had treated the deceased Madame Giry's only daughter. True, he had not wished to have stayed this long. To be cared for like a child. Though, he knew, despite how he tried to deny it, some part of him enjoyed being taken care of. He had wanted to make Meg hate him, deciding it was much easier to simply let everybody detest him. Because that is basically what the world desires; something, someone to ridicule. Meg was a strange sort of girl. Why had she run to him when he had lashed out at her? Despite his own astuteness, he decided he could ask her, before his certain departure. Erik looked over at Meg, whom even in her slumber, continued to look unhappy. It was then, in a mislaid conclusion, Erik decided it was the previously mentioned detective's fault. After all, he would surely continue to pursue Meg. To interrogate her to get to him. He would simply stress her out beyond her limit, for Erik doubted Meg would ever intentionally tell the detective anything.
Erik would definitely keep that dim-witted, intrusive, sleuth out of his, and Meg's, business. Why had the police even placed a detective on such a case? Snorting out of annoyance, Erik glared aimlessly. The lives of those thugs should have been filed without significance. He sighed, now realizing how tired he was. Erik laid down carefully, his back turned toward Meg. Erik flinched slightly; remembering Meg was lying on the bed as well. He began to sit up then hesitated. Surely, Meg wouldn't mind, would she? Erik would have been fine on the floor once again; sleeping conditions weren't much of an issue to him. Though, his aching body decided otherwise.
He drifted off into a heavy sleep moments later.
Errors? I know, probably. Again, the fastness of the typing. Barfing? Yes, bad side effect to drinking. I had the stomach flu on Christmas, so I think I depicted it well. Much to your distaste? Anyways, Next chapter will be much more exciting for Erik is getting protect of Meg. Update? Maybe tomorrow. Probably Monday. Okay! Going now! Review please!! I will.. love you. o.O Yes.
