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"Yes Monsieur?" I said sliding out of the shadows. I could tell by his reaction he had not expected me to answer. Had he not learned anything? I see and hear all.
"Good Lord," the Vicomte said to himself. "What have you done with Christine?" he demanded.
"Absolutely nothing." The intensity of my gaze was started to make him uncomfortable.
"Liar!" he yelled, stepping forward.
"Ah, maybe, Monsieur de Chagny, but can you prove it? When you checked the mirror only moments ago, it was still welded shut."
"You followed me!" he exclaimed, stepping forward again. Every heated sentence brought him one step closer to his own destruction. I most likely could even keep my conscience in check, since he looked as though he was about ready to attack. It would be a death in self defense. I, of course, was ready.
"Of course. When you trespass, you pay the price. No one gave you permission to roam about the Opera." My face had transformed into a smirk, and it was driving the Vicomte closer.
"I am it's patron damn it! I can do whatever I please!" The Vicomte was now only five steps from death.
"Does owning a cat suddenly make it obey you? No, Monsieur. It follows only its own soul and instinct. You are not even the Opera's master, and I am its soul. There is no way you can defeat me without destroying the Opera." The Vicomte had begun to circle around me, in an attempt to unsettle me I suppose.
"A pretty speech from a horrid mouth." He had decided to change his tactic from outright to subtle insult. It was not anything I hadn't heard before, and I was beginning to tire of the Vicomte and his prep school strategy.
He was behind me when I heard the air whistle. I turned just in time to catch the board flying at my head. I wrestled it easily away from the surprised boy, and threw it.
"You are nothing more than a boy, Monsieur. Did you honestly think you could defeat me with such an underhanded ungentlemanly trick? Really, I honestly thought even an empty headed fop like you could think of something more original. As much as I would like to kill you, I do not feel right even challenging a person of such inferior skill. Go, and return to me when you have become more of a man. It's no wonder Christine went away. Instead of a lover she has a baby chicken." This last insult did it. The Vicomte charged at me, and attempted to hit me. I blocked myself, and very quickly my fist made contact with his jaw. He was found unconscious later that afternoon, covered in set paint and woodchips.
"Yes Monsieur?" I said sliding out of the shadows. I could tell by his reaction he had not expected me to answer. Had he not learned anything? I see and hear all.
"Good Lord," the Vicomte said to himself. "What have you done with Christine?" he demanded.
"Absolutely nothing." The intensity of my gaze was started to make him uncomfortable.
"Liar!" he yelled, stepping forward.
"Ah, maybe, Monsieur de Chagny, but can you prove it? When you checked the mirror only moments ago, it was still welded shut."
"You followed me!" he exclaimed, stepping forward again. Every heated sentence brought him one step closer to his own destruction. I most likely could even keep my conscience in check, since he looked as though he was about ready to attack. It would be a death in self defense. I, of course, was ready.
"Of course. When you trespass, you pay the price. No one gave you permission to roam about the Opera." My face had transformed into a smirk, and it was driving the Vicomte closer.
"I am it's patron damn it! I can do whatever I please!" The Vicomte was now only five steps from death.
"Does owning a cat suddenly make it obey you? No, Monsieur. It follows only its own soul and instinct. You are not even the Opera's master, and I am its soul. There is no way you can defeat me without destroying the Opera." The Vicomte had begun to circle around me, in an attempt to unsettle me I suppose.
"A pretty speech from a horrid mouth." He had decided to change his tactic from outright to subtle insult. It was not anything I hadn't heard before, and I was beginning to tire of the Vicomte and his prep school strategy.
He was behind me when I heard the air whistle. I turned just in time to catch the board flying at my head. I wrestled it easily away from the surprised boy, and threw it.
"You are nothing more than a boy, Monsieur. Did you honestly think you could defeat me with such an underhanded ungentlemanly trick? Really, I honestly thought even an empty headed fop like you could think of something more original. As much as I would like to kill you, I do not feel right even challenging a person of such inferior skill. Go, and return to me when you have become more of a man. It's no wonder Christine went away. Instead of a lover she has a baby chicken." This last insult did it. The Vicomte charged at me, and attempted to hit me. I blocked myself, and very quickly my fist made contact with his jaw. He was found unconscious later that afternoon, covered in set paint and woodchips.
