Yippy! I wrote another chapter!
enjoy XD
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Firmen adjusted his tie, smirking at himself in the fullength mirror. He wore a tightfitting suit, with buttons threatening to burst and a screaming purple tie. His trousers were just barely pinstriped, with a pointed italian leather shoe.
"Todays the big day". He declared happily, not noticing Andre brooding in the corner. He was mixed between to things, being happy for his long time friend, or punching his long time friend in the face.
The second idea was far more apealing at the moment.
"Andre must you be so glum? I'm sure we can fix you up with a nice girl!" Firmen continued pleasently, running a hand through his slick hair. Andres left eye twitched, he wasn't quite sure if he could keep this up for very long. His partner was driving him insane.
Firmen hadn't needed to force Meg to marry him, he could have asked any ballet rat. They had practicly begged him to notice them, thoes money loving scoundrels. Andre knew why Firmen had forced this, and he didn't like it. It was because Firmen was a twit!
"Come, come Andre!", Firmen cried, turning to march out the door. "A groom can't be late for his own wedding, Ha!". Dispite himself Andre smiled alittle, no matter how much of a twit Frimen was, he was still Andres best friend.
With a wary sigh, Andre followed him, like he always did.
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Mme. Giry watched her daughter with teary eyes. She hadn't expected Meg to forgive her so easily, she hadn't expected the secrete smile that would randomly apear her daughters face. Meg was happy about something, she just didn't know what.
Meg stood staring in the mirror, he blond hair done in a delicate bun. Her dress flowed around her, Meg looked absolutly beautiful. She just wished that this could be under better circumstances.
"Meg, I want to apologize again", Mme Giry said, walking towards her daughter. Meg swung around, smiling at her mom she wrapped her up into a hug. Squishing her tightly.
"Mama, I don't want you to worry" Meg said softly, she pulled back staring into her mothers wary grey eyes. "No matter what happens, mama, I will be happy". Meg said fimrly, Mme Giry blinked. There was something in Megs eyes was Meg trying to tell her something?
"Meg..are you-".
The bridesmaids strode into the room, inturrupted Megs mother. She continued to look at Meg, who had that secretive smile on her face again. Something deep in her core told her Meg was up to something. Something tricky.
She gave her daughter one last hug before exiting the room, the church was absolutly filled with people. People Giry had never met and she knew Meg didn't know them. She sneered, trust firmen to fill the church with buisness men and their wives. How dull.
"Mme Giry?" A voice asked from behind her, Giry turned around to face Andre, with a very nervous look on his face. She gave him a tight nodd, Andre was a good man, even if he was in buisness with the scoundrel.
"I wanted to apologize, for Firmens behaviar", Andre said. His face completely truthful, Mme giry finally cracked a small grin. Andre didn't move, he just shifted from foot to foot. Then he swallowed loudly and glanced up at her.
"May....I escort you to your seat?" He managed to say. Mme Giry blinked, that had been unexpected. She watched in amazment as a pink tinge touched Andres cheeks. He was acting like a young boy. It was strange.
Adorable actually.
"You may", Mme Giry said quietly. Andre took Girys arm and led her to her seat, after a moments hesitation he took the seat next to her. In old age Mme Giry had never thought about dating again...but-
"You must know, I wanted nothing to do with this from the start. I tried to talk Firmen out of it, but he was being a twit" Andre confessed guiltily. Looking at her with a pleading expression. "Please know I would never intentionaly harm you or your family".
-She wouldn't mind giving it another go.
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Why had Erik listened to Tom again.
The idiot was standing there, that stupid grin on his face, failing to see he flaws in his 'plan'. Erik growled, running a hand through his hair angrily. No matter how this day turned out he was doomed anyway.
"I'm going to get killed", he growled, pinning Tom with a glare. Tom just smiled happily, Eriks hands twitched for his punjab, which sadly was at his home. And they weren't at his beautiful, dark lair.
They were infront of a fricken church.
After being called the angel of music for so long, Erik was about to march in their so everyone could watch his feet burn. Sighing he closed his eyes, calming himself. It was a very difficult task.
"Your telling me, you want me to run into a church filled with people that hate and fear me, Screaming my love at the top of my lungs and somehow manage to win her back?' Erik repeated.
Tom shrugged, "Thats how you do it", he said wisely. As if it were a common thing for someone to run in saving his true love from getting married to an ugly old man that wants him dead.
.....hmmm, that would make a very good Opera.....
"I'm only doing this because I have no other plan. When I am killed it'll be your fault", Erik said acidly, Tom simply shrugged it off. The guy was alittle too calm for his own good. it was getting to erik.
The wedding march sounded through the church doors. Both Erik and Tom stiffened in anticiaption, Erik knew that meg was walking down the aisle right now. Towards that horried man. Erik wondered how she was feeling? scared, angry?
"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today-"
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Every noticed how boring weddings are?
Shut up
Calm down, your just going to run into a church screaming like a ninny
I don't think I can do this
yeah....this isn't ging to go well
Thanks for the vote of confidence
you know that sarcasm is a form of abuse, so stop abusing yourself
er.....
wait! shut up and listen!
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"Anyone who thinks these two people should not be bond in holy marriage, speak now or--"
Taking a deep breath, Erik pushed the doors open.
If he was going to do this at all, it would be his way. not running in screaming like an idiot about his love. Sword in hand Erik walked into the church. His cape swishing behind him. It had been awhile since hes seen action.
"I object!".
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This chapter was supposed to be longer. :( I don't know what happened?
Ok, I know its weird I put Andre and Mme Giry together, but I actually really enjoy that pairing. Their both single anyway soo *shrug*
AN: The part about Eriks feet burning. Its said that the devils feet burns when he steps into a church, so Erik was just being all emo and thinking about how ironic it was that he was called an angel.
Next chapter will be better and longer if you...REVIEW!