Maska- Wait for it, m'dear!
Keeper Music Night- Damn you! Curse you! Get your hands off of him! I will give you as many cliffies as I want, you little Erik steeling... Goes off on durty word frenzy
Chapter 16- Arguments
"Erik!" she exclaimed, breathless at the sight of him. He stared at her, emotionless.
"Why do you feel the need to intrude on my isolation?" He asked, not smiling or frowning.
Too stunned to speak, Rene found her mouth flopping opened and closed, no words escaping her lips. She wished he would give her a sign as to what was going through his head. He let no emotion pass through his face or actions, though many were engaged in a fierce battle in his mind. Anger was winning.
He waited for a minute. "Out of words?" He spat at her. She dropped her head, blushing for annoying him.
"No." She said simply. "I just… forgot what I was going to say."
"Then, it can't have been that imperative."
Rene looked up at him, anger and frustration filled her voice. "Erik, how dare you…"
"It would seem I have, mademoiselle."
Rene stamped her foot, so aggravated that she let out a small squeak. "Damn you, you stubborn bastard."
Erik walked around behind her, speaking as he did so. "That was not very ladylike."
"And you, sir are no gentleman." She answered coldly. Not daring to turn, but finding no need to.
Erik spun her around, rage flashing in his face. "You know nothing of manners and propriety!"
She stared back up at him, finding her tongue, amazed at her own boldness, she slipped out, "And I suppose you think that is perfectly civil to rage at a woman and then attack her friend."
"Her lover." He corrected her.
Rene pulled away from his grip. "And what of it?" she asked him, not expecting an answer. "What if he were my lover? You are so caught up in your history that you cannot find the strength to grasp the present, and your possible future! You cannot give up the past."
Erik stared at her, startled and surprised. "You know nothing of my past." He muttered under his breath, turning away from her.
"Only because you won't let me!" she stormed, taking a step toward him. Her voice softened and she took a few more steps. She now stood directly behind him. She placed a graceful hand on his broad shoulder. To her surprise and relief, he did not throw it off or become angry. "Erik, I want to know you! I want you to let me know you. I can't force it out of you. You have to allow me into your life."
Erik turned to her. He stared down at her, untrusting and suspicious. He sighed, almost caving. "Rene, I can't."
"Then I don't know if I can love you, Erik." She said. He closed his eyes, annoyed. "But I want to." He opened his eyes.
"Why, Rene?" He said.
"Because," She replied, smiling. "I need an angel, and I think that I may have finally found the one I've been looking for."
Erik smiled. He pulled her toward him, enveloped in the moment. She leaned up to him, hoping to open him up. His pleasant breath ran down her hair, and she shivered when it misted the back of her neck. Their lips had barely brushed when there was a knock on the door. "Damn…" Erik whispered.
The knock came again. Christian's voice from behind the door spoke, "Rene? Are you in there?" Rene looked to the door.
Erik swore loudly this time, pulling her to the mirror, he shouted at the door, "She sings with me!"
Christian threw opened the door, but there was no one in the room. He glanced around, and upon finding no one, he proceeded to Madame Giry's room.
I need time to think, so quit pressuring me or my next update is going to find itself sucking very much!
